THIS
IS A COMPILATION BLOG OF VERY IMPORTANT INFORMATION, SO THAT
FOLKS CAN SCROLL DOWN, AND NOT NEED TO CLICK, OR DO ANYTHING OTHER
THAN READ AND SEE STUFF. EVERY SO OFTEN I'LL DO THIS TO KEEP IT ALL
IN ONE LONG BLOG, AND NOT AS SEPARATES. FOLKS TEND TO NOT WISH TO DO
ANYTHING BUT READ THE MOST CURRENT BLOGS FOR THE MOST PART, HENCE,
I'LL DO LONG COMPILATIONS FROM TIME TO TIME, IN ORDER TO COMPENSATE
FOR, AND APPEASE THE DESIRES OF, THE VIEWING AUDIENCE. NO PROBLEM AT
ALL, AND BE HAPPY EVERYBODY, OR JUST DON'T BE ME. THAT WILL DO THE
TRICK EVERY TIME, WITH NO HELP FROM ANY MAGICIANS.
It
is ten minutes shy of five in the morning, Tuesday, the ninth day in
April, 2013. I have officially severed my ties with the only
other website where I've been posting my blogs. I am tired of the
recent harassment I'm receiving there. Recently, my blogs no longer
appeared in the colors and fonts I wanted to paste in from my open
office system, and also, I could not post any photos there in my
blogs, or have any kind of working links to other places work, other
than the one connecting a viewer to the site here at BLOGGER, where
you're reading this, as you cannot be treading it any place else,
unless someone else pasted it somewhere else, which is fine by me, I
have no problem with anyone doing that, merely adding things to my
blog works without obtaining my permission, and that too was recently
done, some Youtube video, then after I complained on a fol;lowing
blog, it was removed, so somebody had access into my blogs at
wordpress to both add as well as remove stuff, and that is not right,
FCC, FBI, and ACLU. Or am I incorrect in my assumptions? Then the
very next day, there was a thumbs down on my Chemtrails of 1987
Youtube video, and I can only assume, whoever posted the other video
onto my Wordpress Blog Page was retaliating, why I do not know, as
would he or she want people posting stuff without his or her say so
onto their blog works, and removed, at the whim and will of an
unknown internet stranger? I have no ill will, you can thumbs down my
work 1000 times, up or down, it is activity, and activity is always a
Google plus. In any event, I have no facts to support my theories,
but am indeed glad now to be blogging at the one and only one website
of www.blogger.com/ as things
are quicker and easier, and less stuff goes wrong. When it does go
wrong, I can just try again later. Old fashioned folks like me are
amazed that the majority of folks really go through their lives never
living the golden rule. I mean really, do they stop and think before
they do something to another, just how they'd like it done to them by
another? No, they very rarely think about that, and in most cases if
they do, they laugh silently abnd don't really give a dam hell. You
know the old saying that I told you all came from David Roth, “Hurray
for me and fuck you”, he said back in the late eighties that this
is the new world attitude. I think it has always been right there,
merely increasing in some type of an energy along a linear if not a
total geometrically progressing timeline. Perhaps you've noticed that
I am not filling blogs up with my GAGA talks, or for that matter,
many things recently talked about. I'll bring it all back, but for
now, this is not the time. You may have also noticed a very strained
family situation escalating since around the time I was fired from
the Harvest Food Outreach Center. If I told all the things I have
come to learn, you would do one of two things depending on just how
human and decent you are. You would feel sorry for me and what I've
gone through at the hands of many powerful evil world owners, AKA the
WOMO, but the vast majority would side with the greats, they cannot
be in the wrong, not if they are wealthy, and they are successful,
and they are in family units all huddled so nicely and neatly
together, and especially if they are name recognized, and on and on I
could go. This is just the way it is folks, don't think I don't
realize and fully accept reality. I am the most real person you will
find out here blogging, no matter how many mother fucking wild
stories you hear from me that sound as utter total fish tales. My
very last wild ''fish tale'' is not even 24 hours old, just to give
you all a very quick view of the frequency of all of the wild shit
that is happening all around me on such a major consistent and
continuous never ending basis. Well folks, this Chapter Number 00041
has nothing to do with being woman, or Helen Reddy, or being called
'baby', but it does have one single minded goal. It will tell you one
particular thing, and then I'll CAP in the compilation blog, so you
can study the timeline order of my life, as I've been saying to do
all along, and you then can see the power, of my beyond mysterious
and hellishly fascinating life; come alive for yourselves, in ways
that trek far out into the beyond and unbelievable and outlandish
regions, of a million twilight zones.
Nee-Nee-Nee-Nee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Folks,
every human on Earth wants to have proof that there is something
beyond the planet Earth, something beyond physical death, something
somewhere more than the natural order of things than humankind sees
as within a normal boundary of the acceptable. This proof is right
here, it used to exist in Hammonton, New Jersey, USA, and now exists
to the south of there nearly 1400 miles, in Fort Pierce, Florida,
USA. IT IS ME. To you, this is another one of Mountainpen's many fish
tails. Only I happen top totally know that you are all dead wrong,
and that all the things I've told you including this bold statement,
is correct and absolutely accurate. I live in a world of pure
unadulterated butt-wipes. I can stop the aging process, alter regular
time, change major weather patterns, cause frightening destructive
disruptions in this planet's biosphere, and this has all been going
in since my life crossed-over from being a little crazy and weird, to
off the wall outlandish and totally of the scale bizarre cubed. Late
in 1984, I sent a set of music to the US © Office, titled, “WHAT'S
WRONG”. I had a bad erase head on my open reel RYUSS-1500 mastering
machine, and I know that a conversation was heard, and I also know
that they asked me questions about how could I have certain not yet
invented apparatus in my residence. It was at this time that planes
began flying, lower and lower, around the home I resided at on
Highland Avenue, at work at Macintosh in Mount Laurel, New Jersey,
and then came military choppers, also, lower and lower as time
progressed onward. Oh yes Mary, you recognized that I really did give
things the old college try, and you are one of the few peeps counted
on one hand, who has my genuine respect, to this very day. But still,
huh Lenny? Moving this right along, I have the goddess of this entire
cosmos angry with me, but that will pass. We've had our little tiffs
before, whether or not she remembers it on a human level or not. It
is only important that I remember it. Folks, you cannot think I am as
stupid as you do sometimes, and I know that you do. My brain is in
deed wired quite weird. I need hands on rote tutoring, and cannot
learn the way the new world forces many to learn, especially once out
of the initial twelve grades of basically free school in America. I
may be a tiny bit 'Robbie-slow', fast Jesse; but once I do 'GET IT',
then it's off to the races, and THAT is what RORO and the gang,
according to DC ROTH, are all so dam afraid of, and have been for
close to three decades, perhaps a lot fucking longer, I am not able
to swear on a stack of bibles, some precise time line, as these
pricks can move in and out of ''regular-time'', so things are not
always the same as they once should have been, not quite, there are
small gaps and changes in reality, whatever that really is. It may
take me twice the time to get up to speed when learning something,
but once there, I can come up with a hundred never before thought of
ways, to reinvent the entire deal. This is just how I am wired up,
there is no changing that, but as an adult abnd someone alone in the
world and out of school, this eaves me totally fucked. People are too
busy to ever help me until I can do these simple tasks, and this
leaves me years and years before I can finally write my mother
fucking name in the sand. BUT, once I can, I can invent a new beach,
a new ocean, and five new languages. Folks not being willing to ever
work with me, PROVES right here, one of the preambles to my point a
few paragraphs back about how my very existence proves a supernatural
reality indeed exists, and we've not come an inch into cracking a
light year fucking surface, folks. And no folks, I have not forgotten
to print my mother's story ODF her office failed romance from 1976.
It is way too connected into all of my own life up here in this
rotten screwy future, for me to ever ignore it and not print it, so
just be patient, it is coming. I never ever forget stuff, I may block
painful shit for a while, Mizz Daniels, and thank you for entitling
me back in 1980, mahm! WOW, I had my reasons for not being real
gungho about IRC's. I do not care what others do, and am behind
anyone all the way, but I was suppressing some nasty shit, right flu
shot Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald, wife of the SR. VP of the second
largest bank in the world in 1972. Hay, I don't want your rotten old
ice cream, Uncle Heinz, hell, my luck I'd start a real LIRR tradition
and really embarrass you, and we cannot have that now kind sir, right
on? You take it from here Dawn and Dad, “SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT”.
I
just want to say one little thing to my ex biz part PP before I end
the blog and begin CAPPING in the compilation. I'll bet you, as my
electronic phase four cuzz would say, five meeeyun dollars, that if I
had blogged that I hid under my bed and sobbed for a week, you would
have called back like a mature dude and let bygones be bygones. But
when I told how I rolled around on the floor roaring at your immature
anger over the PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP thing, you had my blood in your
sights, and you know it. You would have come down here and iced me
with ISIS if you thought you could do it easy and be guaranteed to
get away with it. PP, you told me I act 10 years old, well, put us
together and we'll have a combined age of 13 without any argument
from me. From the go-bat, it was all your way, no give and take
whatsoever, the option was always the highway, only while the
$$$$$$$$$ was there, you were careful. Once you bled me dry old pal,
you dropped me off o f the dam Empire State Building like a fucking
hot potato, and never even watched or cared where I squished out down
on 34th Street. You know, fuck me PP, what I say is
meaningless. But if you were to die tomorrow, don't be so smug and
arrogant that you won't pay for ruining my life and laughing at me as
I went down in your flames, you fucking rotten dirty bastard.
Well
for right now, that kind of wraps up things from Mobil Gas Stations
to Lady Korea's and Maria Deavettanegomez or however that wild name
of yours is pronounced. All things considered, I have received some
amazing information from GAGA this year, I have continued to average
9 units weekly all year on my systems roulette despite a major crash
and a major total failure, staging two fantastic come backs. My big
loss was the Avalon Studio, but that was no loss, that was a kibosh
job. All things this big, and that pertain to music, always are; and
all trails seem to lead back to 1969, so I guess that's the way it
goes, right © Office? In a way, it did me a favor, and this can be
further discussed at a later time, and certainly will be. I can sit
here making jokes and being the funny man all day and all night, the
truth does not alter. If I did all of this to the satisfaction of the
great mighty Terry Egghead from the Jersey Harbor in 2007 somewhere
thereabouts, it really would blow the world away, but it would take
me weeks of non-stop effort and very difficult work to get that all
perfectly arranged in some kind of order that would even come close
to the standards of the great Miss Terry. You know, singing songs to
a heart in broken agony, has place in the Holy words that humans on
this Earth used to live by unless they wanted to end up in public
stockades in ancient Europe. I don't need to put anyone in the pain
stalls of yesteryear, merely to point out to the WOMO that there are
indeed eternal consequences for continuously making me feel two point
four inches tall, and down and sad. Why you need to endlessly hurt me
to the hilt just to bolster your sad sick little twisted egos, is so
beyond pathetic that I would feel as the monster, for not overlooking
and forgiving this rotten behavior, as much as is humanly possible
anyway. Those who need to know what's being said, I'm perdy dam sure
they know and that they get these messages 100%. You're such gigantic
hometown heroes, are you not? W-----O-----W!
If by chance, some of the guilty's really don't know what's
being said, then you're worse off than me, as I cannot imagine being
a zombie, you know, a walking body with a fucking totally dead
spirit. Oh well, let me not get Roseann Delaney all excited this
rotten morning.
Cousin
Don told me how Cousin Sandy's memory is winking out somewhat. For
someone with a bad memory, she sure remembered 1967, and her
teen-queen gang friends that summer. As much as I sort of fell in
love with all of them, despite my brutal gang rape at twelve and a
half, I got the year off by one, tinkling that this all went down in
1968. Too many of my cousins all turned on me at precise times, my
Lauderdale Cuzz in 1994 over that silly religious discussion, I mean
are we dealing with levels of immaturity that dwarf PP here,
John-Stuart? Then Cuss Don deciding that this was our final
Thanksgiving meal together, only not just turkey was involved. He
never wanted to ever so much as speak to me again, and all because I
asked a few questions about Sandy and Atlantic City. Sandy always was
awkward about things, and knows that she and Callio have something to
hide until they're all dead and out of my dam hair. I had no idea
that both Frank and Victoria were out of this world by some time in
th year of 2007, Praise the Lordess.
When
1997 was the present, my mom and I as you may know from the earlier
blogged true stories told, drove down to Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic
City, on the 7th morning of December in 1996, after I had
that incredible I-Ching trance that sent me into a realm with the
great Sarah-Stacey Krassle, where she saw me on Tennessee Avenue and
said to me, and I can quote her after all this time perfectly, “Let's
play a game boy, called Guess the name of the guests”. Instantly
above where she was standing, there was Mary Tyler Moore, and she was
wearing her famous green dress from that episode loved by men
everywhere back in the early seventies, from her show as a News
anchor Team Worker in th twin cities of Minnesota. The point is that
this hotel always had balconies, all though in this experience just
before 5 AM that I awoke out of, using the forward-mortal way of
seeing the truth in reverse; but it never had balconies facing the
street itself except on the poolside of the building. Here it was a
larger building by far, and had rooms extending all over the place,
and they all had balconies. When I told how Paula was going to throw
me off the balcony on early 2006-2007 blogs somewhere, if I ever told
what happened to me, and she grabbed me and actually hung me over the
balcony until I gave my word that I kept forever until my blogs came
out and never telling my mother, ever; and shortly after all of this
went down, including this wild dreaming-interaction, the hotel went
from being sold to Indian owners named Sheegee Kruppa and then
quickly to the hotel “CHAIN” known as the SUPER 8. Once Super 8
had this building in their CHAIN, and my blogs had recently told of
this powerful balcony incident, all of the balconies were removed
from this Tennessee Avenue resort Hotel, of Atlantic city, New
Jersey, USA-ES-MWG. People are highly scared of something, and if my
story really was just a fish tale and all fictional like a Patterson
Novel, folks would not feel so compelled to quickly make stuff I
mention, vanish and disappear into OZ, huh Glinda? We can get back to
this, and always can, with or without Jim Rockford or fist fights.
But Still, right Lenny? So 'WWYWINY' to tell me a lot of awesome
powerful truths about all of this; all you wonderful folks that
should be on my side of this fight? Maybe Sam Walton has the answer,
but if not, the Son of a Maintenance Man sure may, as he saw one of
the star family for himself, dam near 17 years ago, enter my front
door, only I have a totally gapped out memory of the 40minutes that
Paula king was there. Sound familiar, McGuire?
Enjoy
your day folks, while I cry myself to sleep as usual, hoping my
wonderful PEE will cross over, and find me somehow. I believe in you
my wonderful lovely PEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
that was hours ago, and I did not cry myself to sleep, but I AM UNDER
SOME HEAVY SIEGE TODAY, SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR, AND LOCAL PEEDEE.
I
went to bed and got up, and then went out after cleaning up for the
day in the shower. A lot of low flying loud private airplanes are all
over the placket, a constant buzz sound is all over town. I went to
have my taxes done for free at my local library, and will be getting
a refund of ninety dollars in about a month, give or take some days.
Every tiny little bit freaking helps. I have tall and giant pussy's
all over the place, even sneaking around on my floor with weird
people I do not know from Evesham Medford Witch Uwich Scam. The giant
slutogram is operating at high tempo, and so is the major fucking
general overall hostilitygram. It is very hot and humid on top of
this shit, I am sweating like a fucking pig. At least I'm only
sweating, while many around me don't need to sweat to earn that title
from me. Many dirty looks are all over, peeps shooting mother fucking
daggers at me like I just raped their granddaughter or something. I
never do anything at all, and people just mother fucking despise my
living guts. It is all a part of this nightmare fucking HUNTINGTON
CURSE.
Well I have lots of good food and deserts in the place, lots of great
movies to watch, and screw the world, as I'm in for the dam week, and
I'll call 911 if anyone starts messing fucking with me too bad, I'VE
HAD IT WITH THIS FUCKING ASS SHIT, YO! It
seems that for the past week or two, everyone everywhere with little
exception is programmed to hate my guts and act on that accordingly,
BRAH. Some evil supernatural power is acting on this, just as Jim
burr claimed all along when he somehow fucking innately just knew
that I had to quote him exactly, this, “Family problem”, way back
in 1974, and I used to think like all of you out here, that this guy
is a wacko fucking sike case cubed. Well
let me get this blog done the way I want so I can relax for a while,
I will tell lots of beyond red hot power secrets later on, unless
shit fucking goes away that has been turned on against me, and those
who know how to activate the light-switch, know who and what they
are, ouch Mizz Delaney, cross over my ass, I have a nice big cross
over near my bed, a holy cross, so stay away Paula U Witch.
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE READING
MORIANITY PART 5,
I
HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS. THIS HAS BEEN
CHAPTER NUMBER XLI.
There
still is a lot more to read that is CAPPED in, please do so!
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LOVELY LUNA,
AKA DIANA ARTEEMIS, AKA,
'THE MOON'
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a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
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WHERE
DOES IT ALL GO, GRACE COOPER RIVER PARK MESSENGER, 4 YEARS LATER?
Governor
Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect
up with stuff from my own personal life; including the chance that
his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show
me, and not Miss Wescott; how to tap my fingers in really cool ways,
so that 'lightning' will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone
receiver. Do not bother clicking here, the site was removed, slow
Bobby; but maybe our pal fast Jesse will wrestle around with us later
on, watch out for Elisa, big boy.
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
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sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog and click the SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, and scroll down until the page comes up with
the words to the song, YO. If you do not like techno-pop music of the
early and middle nineteen-eighties, there are other songs at the same
site, http://youtube/paulaking2011/
so go there and have a blast.
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THIS
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TRUTHS,
WITHOUT OMISSIONS OR ADDITIONS TO THAT TRUTH; AS BEST AS IT IS KNOWN
TO ME ON THIS DATE AS REFLECTED ABOVE, SO HELP ME FLAG OF THE USA,
AND UNDER MY GREAT GODDESS SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE.
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION, YO:
I
have powerful stuff to talk about. Also, I am under a heavy aerial
assault today with one of the WOMO-MILITUFORCE
famously used tools of their great carpentry kit of pure evil from
the Astral Plane, the mighty PAWM-PIE-ETTOS.
The day is super BOTBAR, and a lot of
heavy amounts of young goddess type of girls, are all over the
place. I was out getting my prescriptions at the Walgreen’s
Pharmacy, and spending my final three and a half dollars, until the
3rd, and what would have been my mother’s 93rd
birthday, good old frikkin September the third. My Dad was one week
later on September the tenth, and my mother used to love to say how
she robbed the cradle. I am not touching this one ladies and
gentlemen. Somebody contacts, in my opinion, all poster’s of
anything chemtrail-related, and sends them about four and half
billion websites to check out, showing all of us the error of our
ways. He even mentions how Joanie Mitchel sings a famous song of
hers, about them, from 1967. They are all through the HAIR movie,
done in 1979, on the remake of the original hit New York Broadway
theatrical original performance in 1968,
‘HAIR’. I also had Donna
Summer’s wild version of this, done as a teenager, long
before she ever did anything else. Now it belongs to the FBI, via
the basement of Agent Steve Caruso, of Austin, Texas. No SPELL
CHECKER, if Ms Mitchel wants to spell her name ‘Joanie’, that is
entirely her business, but hopefully she’ll have enough good
common sense back in time, to stay away from some real lovely folks
that her friends like Dusty, Carlie, and poor paranoid, yeah right,
Janis; did not all stay away from; down in wonderful sweet, and
totally mobbed-up ATLANTIC CITY, NEW
JERSEY, USA-ESMWG!!!!!!! Now Carlie falls victim to
the error’d ways of the Micro-Sucks spell-checker computer system
also, WEEEEEEEEE, new Bank Trucks, and fuck you too again, as if I
want to fucking say ERROR’D, then that is what I’ll say. You
don’t own me or my life, you silly ass fucking computer program,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, watch out for
FIRE MCGUIRE. He loves to also destroy people’s
personal property, and tries to kill pets, wreck automobiles, and
even though my credibility is total zero; my kid does pull a lot of
weight, only she does not believe the GREAT
PRINCE, nor me, on the jet issue; or even what happened a
long time ago. Unfortunately, I cannot randomly select what I choose
to uncover, discover; and come to learn as
fact. I disagreed with my mom on this, and never thought
that I would disagree with her granddaughter. Oh well Mayor Levy,
who can know the future? Yeah right, to that one as well, huh your
back-pain honor? No one talks about the OJ
TRIAL, and CNN VIDEO, that day, where some MILITUFORCE
CRAFT, WARPED out of our orbit; as it is all there, and
it really happened. Yes, I had the tape. Now guess who has this
tape. Either the KING’s,
or the FIBBIES.
Do
I know why the CHEMTRAIL ATTACK IS SO
BAD TODAY? You can bet your ass that I do, Annie
Costner, bodyguard of the Iowa cornfields. I HAD AN EXTREMELY
INCREDIBLE EXPLORATRONIC INTERACTION
right before awakening at half past ten this morning, another one,
what is this half past ten shit all about, I am left to begin
pondering on quite philosophically, and perhaps even criminally?
This also rings lots of head bells, as things tend to repeat in
numbers, and in events; and on and on I could go on this very wild
topic. Ten-thirty was choke time, on the
evening of June 4th
in 1983, where that all began, along with Sabrina Collins, from the
‘REAL
DARK SHADOWS SHOW’, back when talent was real, and
not all synthesized and copied; and who am I to talk in this great
pot and kettle situation, as many I’m quite sure are asking right
about frikkin now? There also was another half past ten, also at
night, on a Saturday, more than twenty-six years ago. I was with the
loveliest girl I ever met, and ended up never knowing what forces
had brought us together intentionally; and nearly had a fate of my
own waiting for me, called Rikers Island Jail. For non, New Yorkers,
there are many other things on this island, it is not just a jail,
just in case anyone is remotely interested. There is something for
me, about ten thirty, usually at night, but it can be morning as
well, so it seems. In any event, I will tell the
wild exploratronic interaction or as you might call it,
wild vivid DREAM, to you
on this blog, but before we do get into it, I want to discuss a few
things that will lead up just ever so nicely, into all of it. The
person leaving me a lifetime of information to check out regarding
the CHEMTRAIL subject, needs me
to say a few things here. For once, I did successfully reply to your
message. Yours was the only one that worked. When I tried PP, I got
all kinds of screens as he is a member of the AOL-INTERNET,
and hard as I tried, I could not get back to him, SAR knows I tried.
I tried replying to my new friend ADS, and also failed, in fact his
entire comment on the WORDPRESS
to me, vanished, poof, and that was that, fortunately for me, I
copied down the frikkin e-mail address that he has, so I will at
least be able to communicate, once someone ever helps me. Things for
me are not like Mister Knowso can ever
imagine, because he is not me, just as I am not him. He
does not think that I know the history of
chemtrails. Most folks until this very year, do not think
these things existed before the nineties, and I of course know that
this is a lot of crap. Not only were both contrails and chemtrails
around before the nineties, and before my problem with them began,
in either the end of November, or the start of December, in the year
of 1987; but in fact; they do show up on many Hollywood movies, HAIR
from 1979 being one of them, and in the song done by JM in the
middle late nineteen-sixties, she is indeed driving through the
Western deserts of the United States, and sees her share of the very
same grid pattern thickening cloud dissipating stuff, that is shown
on the remake of the Broadway Play HAIR,
and before JM sang her song of bedazzlement while doing some desert
driving, there is history far beyond this. I have in my possession,
both a contrail and a chemtrail, during
the CIVIL WAR, Miss KNOWSO
JESSICA GRANT, a descendant of our great General and
later to follow US President, YO. This is because the same things
that have caused the ‘REAL GOOD GIRL’ (MY) INTRO situation, and
the trip from September 30th in 2008, up to October 31st
in that same year, only a 31 day time travel, but time travel
nonetheless folks, and the 6-9 rooms in a home I never saw ever, and
had no reason to ever see it, owned by Judge
Frank Raso of Hammonton, New Jersey; being shown to me by
the greatest female recording artist on this planet, Mariah Carey;
and the list goes on with literally hundreds of personal real actual
time travel stunts, that somehow are all involved in my life; are
not something that the mighty KNOWSO
Patrick Jane of the MENTALIST television show, or
anyone else sharing the view that there totally is no way that
anything beyond the natural order physical-plane can exist; is a
total fool. What throws off the belief or disbelief, and also causes
age old disputes and down right nasty arguments, is something called
TRANSDIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE.
This is not understood except for, and by, a handful of top
physicists. It explains why I can go back in time ten minutes and
shoot myself dead, and it has nothing to do with all the so many
other rationalizations made so far, even by the greatest minds of
the scientific community. Time travel, no matter how it is done,
even the so-called trips to the future in fast space ships; is not
what people think at all. You would have to see the reality in
pictures. Words will never do it justice. If you take the video of a
car moving down a street, and this lasts from one o’clock, until
one minute past, and you slow it down, and watch it; this car
becomes many cars, and many time-realities; and all that is
happening in or out of so-called normal or extra-normal travel
throughout that minute, is an energy of mind, transferring from
instants to instants, in a very very miniscule kind of a time
fraction. As this MIND-ENERGY is moving by way of its very nature of
its own existence as a sent signal from the sixth dimension, down
into all of the 5th dimensional lower hyperspace parallel
universes, a lot of things are happening, that 21st
century science is only starting to wrap their frikkin heads around
at the top think tank and physics lab level. In the early 22
hundreds, the accepted reality of ‘SPACE-TIME-MIND’
becomes understood, and this alters life on
‘Planet Earth’ beyond a million times that of the
wheel, or fire, or even prostitution; if I can be allowed a little
lightening of the load here, with some attempted humor, good peeps.
We can get back to all of this and more, at later times. For now,
the chemtrail topic is indeed complex,
and it has nothing to do with any one thing, and anyone who believes
that something so big as this, can really be such a mono-topic, is
kidding themselves. Without these chemtrails, it is difficult to use
‘STM’ as efficiently, so they are placed all over everywhere,
and until the nineties came in, folks were literally in their own
zones a lot more, but they were all over the place, just less in the
eighties, and less still before the eighties, but they
WERE THERE; and I do know the history of them, and need
not be reminded of this by any so-called all-knowing folks. This is
all very personal for me, and I don’t expect to be believed on
face value when I make that claim, as why should a nobody be? I get
it, I am not a frikkin moron. Now I want to talk to my new pal ADS,
as the next paragraph starts; and this will then work to
automatically dovetail into the powerful
‘DREAM’ from early this morning before my
awakening to start this BOTBAR last day of the month, and many of my
followers, know about MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE
and using it against me by the evil vicious WOMO since 1986, just as
they also use ICPE/PARALELL EVENT,
ALL BRINGING ME TO ENDLESSLY SUFFER WITH THIS EVIL TRILOGY OF THE
PHILLIES, FLYERS, DOW JONES
DEAL!!!!!!!!
Since
I am no good with computers, I lost your comment, and you can re-ask
me and I will answer, but for now; I hope you read, and are trying
using, the great mystical powerful FASCITAR
TOOL, that I explained to you, and the rest of Morianity,
and not for the first time, on a near recent blogging text. The
Fascitar can take you into a connection with
the sixth dimension, placing your energetic awareness
onto the ASTRAL-PLANE, where you
can simply create an interaction, and by merely thinking anything,
it is just all around you, as you are merged instantly into what you
are thinking, and the illusion of a space
and a time dimension are created right along with you as
you do this. This is the total opposite of waking world life, where
first we appear to totally need space and time, in order to then
make an interaction, or even have a body that powers a brain, that
is able to generate ‘THOUGHT’. This is why the PHYSICAL and the
ASTRAL are planes that will never be able to be merged. They are as
far away from each other as anything can theoretically ever be, but
not in time, and not in distance, but in TRUTH. I do not say that
because of this, that truth is a dimension, however it almost is.
The zero dimensional void infinity IS
TRUTH, and that truth is a LACK OF ALL DIMENSION. How
can anything really be real? How can things be
created when there is just void, nothing? They CANNOT BE. However,
we can, and do, learn to successfully DREAM
OUT AND AWAY FROM THAT VOID LACK OF DIMENSIONAL TRUTH,
and onto the lower ASTRAL PLANE, where from there, we
further DREAM DOWN into physical material waking worlds,
or the fifth dimensional hyperspace, that contains virtually endless
and countless ’4-D’ parallel-universes, such as the one right
here, where I am typing this message, and you are reading it. Well,
we believe we are, when in TRUTH, we are
always simply EXISTING at the void, or ZERO-D, and
dreaming out and away from that, and into all of this,as
nothing of this is real,
but it is one hell of an illusion,
or a DREAM.
Here
is what I was interacting with in my thoughts, that were seemingly
more real than any day or night in so-called waking life, that I can
remember. To begin, I found myself on Tennessee Avenue, in Atlantic
City; and for a brief moment, the same dream or whatever, that I was
interacting in back on the morning of the
7th
of December of 1996;
where the great Mary Tyler Moore was wearing her famous green dress
and standing on a non existing balcony at the Trinidad Hotel, facing
the street, as no balcony ever faced the street, only the pool and
then the street or just the pool, but here in this experience, there
were rooms facing the King Parking
Lot and McGuire’s
Hotel and Erin Bar, and balconies; and I had not yet met
McGuire, nor had I even spoken with Misses Estelle Bassler. That all
came some time in February and March of the
following year of 1997, the year my mom fell savagely
victim to almost a voo-doo curse type of unknown outlandish medical
condition. We can get into that a lot more, at other future times,
and blogs. The scene quickly turned to where I was up on the
boardwalk at the Frailenger Salt Water Taffy Store, where in waking
life, I spent many many times inside of, throughout my younger life.
Suddenly, the GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH
KRASSLE was just standing there, and we began talking as
though the two of us had normal routine conversations there, every
single day. I even remember thinking of my life, and not realizing I
was ‘dreaming’, and thinking to myself, while we were talking;
“Why does this feel so normal and every-day usual to me, just
thinking nothing of talking to, and being with, the most beautiful
giant teenager in the multiverse, like it’s nothing? Then we
walked down to HER lovely shop where she told me to run
up and down the street calling her name,
and so I did this. Suddenly she and I were eleven years old, and it
was the summer of 1966. I was wondering why my left wrist hurt me,
and was all bandaged up. I then remembered that it was about six
weeks earlier, when Bruce Walter, in Westmont, New Jersey, had
chased me inside of my apartment, at 125-A, Haddon Hills;
with a hellish tasting concoction; that he had made in my mom’s
kitchen, and was going to force me to drink, because
I would not stop cursing so badly. Sarah then walked with
me to her upstairs area above the great shop, that Misses Bassler
kept insisting was not where I know it was back in time, when I
would speak to her often from my Somerdale home throughout most of
1997, after learning she no longer lived after 1974, at 30 South
Plaza Place, in South Atlantic City, New
Jersey; but instead had moved down
to Northern Florida, to Ormond Beach; a place I would
come to visit a dozen years in the future, on my drive down
from Cifaloglio to Fort
Pierce, in December of 2009.
The minute I saw the area, I remembered it from countless recurring
and repeating very vivid dreams, but this is just an
added foot note, and we need now to go back to the point that is
discussing this wild vivid dream of just this very morning. I swear
this all happened in this powerful dream, so if anyone does not want
to hear some powerful truth, maybe now is a good time to move over
and read the blogs of Martha P. Hallaway, and Her Rare French Gold
and Silver Coins Collection, or perhaps you might try the blogs of
Donnie D. Dillinger, and his Life as a Florida Keys Painter; but if
you remain here, you will hear some stuff, and what you hear may
shock you a little. Hay, maybe you’ll just yawn and say, there
goes Mountainpen, as usual, honey; pass me another biscuit, and
another cup of tea; and definitely one for my pal, Patrick Jane, the
disbeliever. But before I march things right along here, I owe some
peeps an apology for my stupidity, and I will admit that when I am
wrong and I get all spaced out over something, that indeed, I was;
and will gladly say how very sorry I am, for being a dick head.
Please accept my frikkin apology. I came to learn just this very
day, and hour, that nobody hacked into my
YOUTUBE ACCOUNT. This is just a random tool button that
pops up on videos here and there, so people can make them better by
improving the lighting or color, and what have you; as most things
on the ‘YT’ are photographs, and moving images; where this would
all pertain to. I am sorry for going off and getting pissed over
nothing. What a dork I am, DUH!!!!!!! Just now, I’m back from a
two hour break. I ate dinner, and saw the local and world news. It
seems that Texas had a little rumble all its own yesterday, a small
quake. If you don’t want too many nasty aftershocks, please back
off this persecution, thank you, dick head twat chewers. Now back to
my pal, and my continuing message to ADS. It is now 835 millidays,
today, the 30th and final day of September. The fourth
quarter of 2012 is just a tad bit more than four hours away. As I
said, I will try and tell my pal, if he is listening, on the BLOGGER
site, as I don’t regularly post on any other site now, as this one
brings the most accurate re-creation of my word document to the
viewer. If this blog is appearing on any non blogger-dot-com
website, and you are not reading it clearly, or the printed text
appears to be crushed together, then revisit me where each post is
put up in clear and ordered sequence, by clicking this following
web-address:
http://www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/
and
you will be able to see things much better, maybe not my message,
but at least the printed words that make it up. Now, I will try
answering what question I think you asked me, in fact, I think you
already read my other message, and it may have inadvertently caused
me to remember an Astral Plane experience, as remember good friend,
they are not existing in a time continuum there, and we are here; so
when you think that you are remembering any altered state of
conscious thoughts and events, it has no time order referenced to
you at the moment that you are remembering it. When you wake up and
say, wow, what a dream, you did not just have a dream, nor are you
just now remembering this. All things exist in void, later being
dreamed down into the Astrality of existence, a starry and lighter
realm. Then later, we dream down further into all of these ‘human
dreams of caporial tangible material life’ that we call real or
physical, totally in error, as reversing the truth just about always
will equal or become a large majority of it. We see the Earth or any
world we would be on as a flat surface. We see the sun going around
us by rising in the east and setting in the west. It seems that it
is quite normal that most things whether it be intentional or
accidental, are all tricking our senses through some kind of
reversal mechanism. If you could reverse the so-called smart money
moves, all of them, on the stock market; and be wealthy enough to
ride out the temporary swings against your positions; you would
always win, and make the biggest money. Everyone in a majority,
guesses wrong. Reversing the majority concept is always going to
contain more of the truth and accuracy of any item that’s
possible. Now, I believe that you wanted to know if a shared
dreaming experience in the hyperspace, or down here in these
parallel universes of waking world physicality; would effect, or be
able to effect the Astral. The answer is always
NO.
All things are first real and true in the void. Then in the Phase-2,
they are always most real and ahead of anything dreamed down from
there onto 3rd lower planes or realms, such as waking world 5th
dimensional hyperspace. All that can happen in a reverse direction,
is exactly what I think just happened, only I have yet to tell it;
that is, my powerful full EXPLORATRONIC
INTERACTION OF THIS MORNING,
with SSJKK, the All
Mighty Goddess.
I believe that because you and I have made contact on this computer,
my friend ADS, this has happened. Still, until I totally know you,
and we talk on e-mail, which will be coming to pass if indeed one of
two possible things is the reality of this situation; as since I
cannot undo the accidental erasure of your comment while attempting
to reply to it, only the date would help me in making up my mind or
ruling one thing out, as if it is back this spring, and only because
of coinciding initials to something, it would make one huge thing a
possibility and in the quanta waves, only finding out that you are
not the person I think this could be or have been actually, then we
will eliminate one thing, and as the Quantum Physicists say so well,
the half alive and half dead cat will be caught, and no longer in
the state of quantum
flux.
Either way, reality is reality. If you are still with me, alive, and
reading this, and were thinking about the message that I just
printed a couple days ago for you, then either way would explain
what I used to call, the RPLDD,
that we need not really fully examine right now. We will speak at
more lengths about all this on future blogs, and I want to see if
you have an active e-mail account. A lot of peeps tend to simply
vanish out of existence, when they communicate with me; one way or
the other. The main thing is not
to fear these Shadows from hell,
as their food and sustenance IS
OUR FEAR.
If we starve these monsters, they weaken, and even go away in time.
If we feed them with our fear and give them glory, even as
biblically spoken in scripture teachings and principles, especially
in the religion and faith called, Christianity; then THEY
TAKE HOLD
and then THEY
GAIN VICTORY OVER US,
and only then, my friend. Now, since this still pertains to ADS, let
me tell the rest of this powerful “DREAM” that woke me at 10:30
this morning with quite a bouncing
bang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I told how SHE told me to run up
and down the street calling HER name, and how we ended up in the
upstairs area above the Tennessee Avenue shop. SHE wanted me to open
up the middle dresser drawer of a three drawer dresser, and I did,
the very same one I had for many years and kept my own clothes in as
a youth and even as an adult, and did not lose this piece of
furniture until early-middle 1994, when I moved into the Highview
Apartments, in Williamstown, New Jersey on April the first in 1994.
When I opened this up, a large motorcycle chain was not inside this
drawer, as I had totally expected it to be. Then SSJKK turned to me,
as the eleven year old SARAH, who I knew from the middle sixties,
and told me that SHE wanted the chain to be there, that I had it up
in the future, and SHE went onto remind me of my two organizational
‘mentor big brothers’ that I had had, Fredrick Hinger from the
Philharmonic, and later, John Henningsen from the Campbell’s Soup
Company. She told me that John, the second BIG BROTHER, would be
giving me this chain, and that I needed to keep my strongbox
unlocked on an exact date, when December of 1969 rolls around. I
have no memory of any of this in my so-called real or waking (life).
I only remember the chain being in this strongbox, and then always
locking it, as it also contained something that was not for my
mother’s eyes, or any other nosy person who just might be poking
around while I was not home at the Dellway Arms Apartments, and was
off at school. All I remember in waking life is the powerful
DREAM where SARAH took the
chain away on a beach, and then placed it into her middle dresser
drawer, above HER shop, in that upstairs area. SHE seems to have
some kind of affinity with “UPPER
ROOMS”,
and then remember, MISTER KNOWSO know-it-all, that the very next
day, was the day that I got onto the school bus to go to school, and
suddenly, there was a gigantic three criss crossed perfectly
angled CHEMTRAIL,
that spread out all over the skies above Camden County, New Jersey,
that early winter and early
December day morning, back in 1969.
This was not some ride through the desert, nor was this some, DREAM,
as others refer to things in reverse. Still, and trying to stick to
the point here, in the experience that I seemingly had this morning,
by my reference to waking world time illusion, here is what frikkin
played out, my pal, or well, until the cat is out of quantum flux,
this is a non touchable subject, who knows? I suddenly remember a
lot of haze, and trying to focus my eyes, that worked just fine
until this haze just came suddenly bursting out of nowhere; and onto
this ‘dream-scene’. I found myself taking the chain in 1969, and
bringing it to SSJKK, now back in HER true form as the six foot
seven inch goddess from SAHASRA
DAL KANWAL,
HER great city, that in some ways mirror images Atlantic City, as
though Atlantic City is some shrunken down incredibly miniaturized
version of the ‘real’ thing. SSJKK smiled at me and placed it
into her middle drawer, and told me that SHE will sing my favorite
song to me now, called, “Love Is For Carpenters”. I fell dead
asleep in my own ‘dream’ right in HER arms. The next thing I
knew, I was putting on the best clothes that I had, a nice suit that
was given to me through the AARP Program and the man Trevor Watkins,
who was my overseer there, and who had some kind of connections with
the local area Salvation Army Store. I put on these really nice
clothes, and drove in my car to an area like I never saw in my life.
It was half inside and half outside, of something. It was, and it
wasn’t, all at the same time. Even for me, like wow, this was
totally off the wall frikkin’ weird. Then, I sat down on some
bleachers, about midway up on them, at the left end of them, when
they are facing me head on. There were no other bleachers, yet they
were on the left side of something, of what I just cannot pull up.
Suddenly a limo drove up, and Mariah Carey, the great recording
artist; got out with a man, some white dude about thirty to forty,
with average build and height, medium length hair for the styles of
men today, brownish color, that was slightly balding; and was
dressed immaculately, as was MC. She was wearing the huge motorcycle
chain around her neck in a triple loop, and she sounded more like a
house pet than a person when she walked over towards me, as a
result. We talked, and it was as though we had met here and talked
on many occasions. I remember thinking, why is this so normal to be
with the greatest singer on the planet, as though this happened all
the time? Then she asked me if I wanted to hear “the song”. I
said of course I did, not knowing what was going on. Then she sang
it to me, with her beyond beautiful voice. It was not a tune I
recognized from anywhere in this world at any time, not even
remotely. When this was done, she took off the chain and asked me if
I wanted to wear it for a while. I was scared, and told her that SHE
is the All Mighty Goddess, and that I had no business to ever wear
HER great chain. She laughed softly, and told me that this chain is
a lot more than I have come to yet figure out. Then she touched it,
and instantly it became a smaller more normal sized chain made of
beautiful topaz and diamonds, huge rocks an inch thick that had
weird shapes, and were all connected by this solid silver but now,
quite thin chain. I noticed a medallion on it at the bottom, and on
it read ‘I AM 231′. Then the next thing I knew, I was awake back
here in this very room, and it was about 10:30 AM, give or take a
minute or two. I have not had this powerful an interaction with the
All Mighty Goddess, in I do not remember how long, 2008 sometime or
there about. This was the time they all began, and just kept coming,
up through the Shop
Rite purple highlights in the hair dream
that is on my blogs. Anyway, for now this is enough about this
powerful ‘DREAM’.
In
closing for the night, my nabes are noisy, lots of doors, lots of
activity, but nothing real super bad or loud, as though they know
the limits, and know that they are being watched.
Very
interesting things are happening all around both me, and those
around me, and all over the area; but I am just keeping my mouth
shut for right now. Mexico may be just a short time away, and then
again, I may not go there for five thousand frikkin years. That’s
on me, ZEEEEE.
ENDING
TRANSMISSION, YO:
MORIANITY PART 5, CHAPTER 00011, 3:00 AM-EDST, SATURDAY MORNING, 03/16/2013
Morianity Foundation, re-posted from 2007
This
foundation is the invention of a man who has been the victim of
terrible harassment for many years, from powerful high profile
people that ruined his life. It is his sincere desire to someday
have a place where people such as myself, can come to, to assist
them from any and all persecutions from anyone or group; all within
the laws of the United States, and the world.
TO
WHOM IT MAY CONCERN---FROM THE HEAD MORIAN
March 20, 2K7, Tuesday
Well, I have, as always, lots and lots of things 2 tell. Message from the GIANTPUSSYS CLUB:
U all impress me like a ton of loose goose smells. I have the ability 2 just think your heart stopping, and it will. Ask the Mayor of AC, NJ, and his LG pals, if I cannot think and move. I try 2 do nice things 4 people, and all I ever get back is shit. Chemtrails R all over me every single day, never ending Milituforce Otammscum non-stop planes, choppers, trails, and loud road sounds. All through March of oh-seven, this is in all honesty the worst Wirtz siege I have ever been put through since December of 1991, when I remember telling the Camden County Prosecutor, one of the men supposedly working my case, Mr. Ron Wirtz, that I have not had a single day all month without pure horrific and endless hell. I told him that I would take things into my own hands if necessary, and he said over my CIA/NSA/BFA bugged up telephone, exactly what U hear Jack McCoy on L&O say, to the parents of the New York high school, not HYPERSPACE, on the school shooting episode, that I had 2B careful of my choice of words, that he is an officer of the court and that talk like this would cause him 2 have to bring the bracelets over and get me, just as when McCoy said “talk like this could get U into a world of trouble”, and it is just that sample. Not at all intricate nor complex, very totally sample.
Message to the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL [GMC]:
Put all the giant slutty Paula and Sarah look a like's U want around me, it impresses me like tons of elephant snot, mixed with snake venom, and a pinch of monkey happiness. Paula and I were talking about some wild crap when she told me that she nearly had the baby in the taxi cab, and was crying in pain at 1802, after my mom left and drove somewhere, she has a drivers license and is much younger in that part of the great HS. I told U that U did not look a day older than when I last saw U, and that included in my part of hyperspace on the early afternoon of 12 July in 1997, 27 years after last seeing U and all of Sarah-Stacey’s other friends on the public New Jersey Transit bus, in the Atlantic City terminal, on Arkansas Avenue, where it was located at that time. Paula, I know the big secret of both your baby and Sarah’s baby, and Y she never had others. After what she did, that wasn’t bad enough, I should have had a say in the taking of my own kids life. McGuire has no other reason 4 all this hostility if this is not what occurred. It is not like I marched into his cruddy bar just over a decade ago and told him he is a rotten no good incestralite, his whiskey sucks, and his daddy was a shit head. I went in there all nice, and he acted like the world had just come to an end. So after my brutal rape, can there really B more than one conclusion 4 me 2 draw? Obviously, I stirred up quite a dern hornets nest when I came back on the scene looking 4 ‘my’ Sarah. My mother went behind my back with the algebra deal, the sending me to summer school at Lower Merion High, in Narberth, PAUSAESMWG, leading to her Faith/Church Farm School deal in Exton, PAUSAESMWG. I did not ask for one dern bit of any of this crap. Forces as I speak R trying 2 totally end my miserable fucking life, and I will not stand idly by and let them. I am not going anywhere, nor making any changes. U can all go screw yourselves. Soon, my lightning will B around a lot more, and you’ll all B sorry. I have asked her 2 hit some filthy enemies, and she will. Hopefully someday, she will ground through me and end my miserable hellish interaction here.
Message to Gordo: What U told me about the stock options, and other things, I will check into all of it and C what part of all of this can B done in this location of HS. As U may or may not B aware of, there R so many universes in the 5th dimension, that any one could buy any number on a mega jack pot or power ball lottery, and take it to the correct universe, and it will match the winning ticket. The real trick is beyond worrying about material crap. If I can get into the 6th dimension, all of my thoughts as well as Stacey’s, all of them, exist there in their true and pure form.
Message to the 6th dimension and machine mind:
I want major earthquakes, volcanoes, twisters, lightning storms, floods, fires, wars, pestilence, and all forms of vibratory unrest and scramble 2 occur. I want this miserable hell 2 end. I want an end 2 all of this shit. I want Shorty MacInvondi, Professor Theodore T. Jackson, and all other 4th phase entities that have influenced me 2 create them in the fifth dimensional HS and let them exist in their third phase of reality, to get what they all deserve, An eye 4 an eye, and I agree. Tell Gordo, thank you 4 helping me with all the info he gave me last night in this time dimensions physicality. Tell Paula, that whether she or Sarah had the kid, or both, U had no right to abort it without telling me, and big McG and his car-gun from the McCoo 5th D can burn in the fires of Dogtown’s sulfur pits 4 all I care. Yes, I hear U, the computer went nuts, and Ed said I pulled a plug out, but we know what is going on, don’t we 6th D? We know exactly what combination of these alpha keys lets the secrets out that you do not want out, tee-hee.
MESSAGE TO THE COMETS AND ASTEROIDS BEYOND OUR SOLAR SYSTEM IN BOTH THE CLOSER AND OUTER RING FIELDS:
Come to this lovely world of mine, come, I invite U. Please feel free 2 come and visit our nice hellish place here, and come in quickly, and avoid Sarah Jupiter Stacey from 2 worlds out from our fusion reactor, she is our vacuum cleaner, and will try to suck you in to spare her creation, but I want U to come and smash this lovely place to bits, and end my hell forever. You hear me through the machine mind of this system, no differently than Magnesonic.
MESSAGE 2 ALL PARALLEL EVENT SUBSCUMMERS:
Yes, unless one long game is played, and a total game MP is kept of every number and dozen and color and on and on, no system based on mathematics can hope to reverse the power of negamagging. Every single day in this March attack, my quantum-card decks have made me either one or two units, but all systems keep failing. My betting could B 10,20,40 dollars, or it could B just as easily 500,1000,2000 dollars. The base levels of the minimum and maximum NJ casino amounts, vary only because of bankroll, or lack thereof. Every 95 bets placed will lose 5 times on house edge green numbers of 0/00. With a three-stage MM betting strategy [mini-martingale, not martinogale], the units of 1/2/4 average roughly out to just under 3 units lost, as U may lose half of your bet on bet one, or on higher bet 2, or even higher max. Bet 3. There R slightly more 2 and 3 strings than there R4 strings, so the average is not a perfect 1+2+4 divided by 3. Anyway, 5X3= 15 units lost to house edge roughly every 95 spins, or approximately 16 lost per hekaspins, or [-160] units/kilo-spins. For me, roughly 5-7 strings in each 100 group of bets, again do not confuse bets and spins, as not all spins R bet, will generate a 5 or more string causing a loss of [-7 units] to occur. An average of 6 times the 7 units lost, getting 6 from the average of 5-7, is minus 42 units. An average of 70 to 100 units of profit occurs by getting 2,3, and 4 strings, in each group of 100 placed bets. It gets confusing here, but if you record string numbers on paper as 2,3,4, or 5, never recording singleton ones, nor is anything 5 more than 5, it is just recorded as a 5-string. Then actual bets made has nothing 2 do with actual spins, although it averages out fairly close in longer running plays. In any event, each hundred group of bets, not spins, using 85 as an average of profit units, we subtract the average of loss units, 42 and get a sub-profit total of85-42=ing 43. Now subtract 15 for an average green-house edge loss, and the numbers become 85-42-15 or 43-15 which = +28 units/100 bets, which a placement of 100 bets averages out 2B roughly 310-356 spins. This is pretty much a rough one third of a KS, kilo-spin, not Krassle Sarah. So 28 X 3 = 84 units profit, and rounding it down in a pessimistic average, say, 80 units profit per KS, or DKS, DEKA-KILO-SPIN---- [10,000] spins, this comes to 800. If I can keep making anywhere close to 800 units per DKS, even on a $10 base betting level, this is $8,000.00 and on the 100-200-400 dollar or 1-2-4 black money-chip level, this is $80,000/DKS. 40 hours at average casino table playing, produces about 9-11 thousand spins, an average of one DKS. People average a 40 hour work week. I am not greedy, and have no fucking dern desire 2 earn 80 grand a week, wouldn’t know what 2 do with it. I am just telling the neggamaggers that this is so far impervious 2 their attacks on me, so I politely say FUDGE-U, and your lovely mama’s, and daughters. Hay all whom know me, know that I am a nice guy, but if you’re gonna fudge with me and wreck my life 24/7/365.2422, watch out, because I will develop ways 2 piss off the suit-punks, and freely teach these methods on the friggin net.
Message 2 Robert McGee:
U ugly old white slaver monster, here’s 2U bud. Raise your glass up with Martino, and her daughter in law and the Mayor, and drink one on me tonight, this night may B your last, as when U least expect 2C me, ask big S, I can B right there in your face and hear what U say, and U can’t even C that I am there, but ol’ Sharkey is here, ya drunken old fool.
March 20, 2K7, Tuesday
Well, I have, as always, lots and lots of things 2 tell. Message from the GIANTPUSSYS CLUB:
U all impress me like a ton of loose goose smells. I have the ability 2 just think your heart stopping, and it will. Ask the Mayor of AC, NJ, and his LG pals, if I cannot think and move. I try 2 do nice things 4 people, and all I ever get back is shit. Chemtrails R all over me every single day, never ending Milituforce Otammscum non-stop planes, choppers, trails, and loud road sounds. All through March of oh-seven, this is in all honesty the worst Wirtz siege I have ever been put through since December of 1991, when I remember telling the Camden County Prosecutor, one of the men supposedly working my case, Mr. Ron Wirtz, that I have not had a single day all month without pure horrific and endless hell. I told him that I would take things into my own hands if necessary, and he said over my CIA/NSA/BFA bugged up telephone, exactly what U hear Jack McCoy on L&O say, to the parents of the New York high school, not HYPERSPACE, on the school shooting episode, that I had 2B careful of my choice of words, that he is an officer of the court and that talk like this would cause him 2 have to bring the bracelets over and get me, just as when McCoy said “talk like this could get U into a world of trouble”, and it is just that sample. Not at all intricate nor complex, very totally sample.
Message to the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL [GMC]:
Put all the giant slutty Paula and Sarah look a like's U want around me, it impresses me like tons of elephant snot, mixed with snake venom, and a pinch of monkey happiness. Paula and I were talking about some wild crap when she told me that she nearly had the baby in the taxi cab, and was crying in pain at 1802, after my mom left and drove somewhere, she has a drivers license and is much younger in that part of the great HS. I told U that U did not look a day older than when I last saw U, and that included in my part of hyperspace on the early afternoon of 12 July in 1997, 27 years after last seeing U and all of Sarah-Stacey’s other friends on the public New Jersey Transit bus, in the Atlantic City terminal, on Arkansas Avenue, where it was located at that time. Paula, I know the big secret of both your baby and Sarah’s baby, and Y she never had others. After what she did, that wasn’t bad enough, I should have had a say in the taking of my own kids life. McGuire has no other reason 4 all this hostility if this is not what occurred. It is not like I marched into his cruddy bar just over a decade ago and told him he is a rotten no good incestralite, his whiskey sucks, and his daddy was a shit head. I went in there all nice, and he acted like the world had just come to an end. So after my brutal rape, can there really B more than one conclusion 4 me 2 draw? Obviously, I stirred up quite a dern hornets nest when I came back on the scene looking 4 ‘my’ Sarah. My mother went behind my back with the algebra deal, the sending me to summer school at Lower Merion High, in Narberth, PAUSAESMWG, leading to her Faith/Church Farm School deal in Exton, PAUSAESMWG. I did not ask for one dern bit of any of this crap. Forces as I speak R trying 2 totally end my miserable fucking life, and I will not stand idly by and let them. I am not going anywhere, nor making any changes. U can all go screw yourselves. Soon, my lightning will B around a lot more, and you’ll all B sorry. I have asked her 2 hit some filthy enemies, and she will. Hopefully someday, she will ground through me and end my miserable hellish interaction here.
Message to Gordo: What U told me about the stock options, and other things, I will check into all of it and C what part of all of this can B done in this location of HS. As U may or may not B aware of, there R so many universes in the 5th dimension, that any one could buy any number on a mega jack pot or power ball lottery, and take it to the correct universe, and it will match the winning ticket. The real trick is beyond worrying about material crap. If I can get into the 6th dimension, all of my thoughts as well as Stacey’s, all of them, exist there in their true and pure form.
Message to the 6th dimension and machine mind:
I want major earthquakes, volcanoes, twisters, lightning storms, floods, fires, wars, pestilence, and all forms of vibratory unrest and scramble 2 occur. I want this miserable hell 2 end. I want an end 2 all of this shit. I want Shorty MacInvondi, Professor Theodore T. Jackson, and all other 4th phase entities that have influenced me 2 create them in the fifth dimensional HS and let them exist in their third phase of reality, to get what they all deserve, An eye 4 an eye, and I agree. Tell Gordo, thank you 4 helping me with all the info he gave me last night in this time dimensions physicality. Tell Paula, that whether she or Sarah had the kid, or both, U had no right to abort it without telling me, and big McG and his car-gun from the McCoo 5th D can burn in the fires of Dogtown’s sulfur pits 4 all I care. Yes, I hear U, the computer went nuts, and Ed said I pulled a plug out, but we know what is going on, don’t we 6th D? We know exactly what combination of these alpha keys lets the secrets out that you do not want out, tee-hee.
MESSAGE TO THE COMETS AND ASTEROIDS BEYOND OUR SOLAR SYSTEM IN BOTH THE CLOSER AND OUTER RING FIELDS:
Come to this lovely world of mine, come, I invite U. Please feel free 2 come and visit our nice hellish place here, and come in quickly, and avoid Sarah Jupiter Stacey from 2 worlds out from our fusion reactor, she is our vacuum cleaner, and will try to suck you in to spare her creation, but I want U to come and smash this lovely place to bits, and end my hell forever. You hear me through the machine mind of this system, no differently than Magnesonic.
MESSAGE 2 ALL PARALLEL EVENT SUBSCUMMERS:
Yes, unless one long game is played, and a total game MP is kept of every number and dozen and color and on and on, no system based on mathematics can hope to reverse the power of negamagging. Every single day in this March attack, my quantum-card decks have made me either one or two units, but all systems keep failing. My betting could B 10,20,40 dollars, or it could B just as easily 500,1000,2000 dollars. The base levels of the minimum and maximum NJ casino amounts, vary only because of bankroll, or lack thereof. Every 95 bets placed will lose 5 times on house edge green numbers of 0/00. With a three-stage MM betting strategy [mini-martingale, not martinogale], the units of 1/2/4 average roughly out to just under 3 units lost, as U may lose half of your bet on bet one, or on higher bet 2, or even higher max. Bet 3. There R slightly more 2 and 3 strings than there R4 strings, so the average is not a perfect 1+2+4 divided by 3. Anyway, 5X3= 15 units lost to house edge roughly every 95 spins, or approximately 16 lost per hekaspins, or [-160] units/kilo-spins. For me, roughly 5-7 strings in each 100 group of bets, again do not confuse bets and spins, as not all spins R bet, will generate a 5 or more string causing a loss of [-7 units] to occur. An average of 6 times the 7 units lost, getting 6 from the average of 5-7, is minus 42 units. An average of 70 to 100 units of profit occurs by getting 2,3, and 4 strings, in each group of 100 placed bets. It gets confusing here, but if you record string numbers on paper as 2,3,4, or 5, never recording singleton ones, nor is anything 5 more than 5, it is just recorded as a 5-string. Then actual bets made has nothing 2 do with actual spins, although it averages out fairly close in longer running plays. In any event, each hundred group of bets, not spins, using 85 as an average of profit units, we subtract the average of loss units, 42 and get a sub-profit total of85-42=ing 43. Now subtract 15 for an average green-house edge loss, and the numbers become 85-42-15 or 43-15 which = +28 units/100 bets, which a placement of 100 bets averages out 2B roughly 310-356 spins. This is pretty much a rough one third of a KS, kilo-spin, not Krassle Sarah. So 28 X 3 = 84 units profit, and rounding it down in a pessimistic average, say, 80 units profit per KS, or DKS, DEKA-KILO-SPIN---- [10,000] spins, this comes to 800. If I can keep making anywhere close to 800 units per DKS, even on a $10 base betting level, this is $8,000.00 and on the 100-200-400 dollar or 1-2-4 black money-chip level, this is $80,000/DKS. 40 hours at average casino table playing, produces about 9-11 thousand spins, an average of one DKS. People average a 40 hour work week. I am not greedy, and have no fucking dern desire 2 earn 80 grand a week, wouldn’t know what 2 do with it. I am just telling the neggamaggers that this is so far impervious 2 their attacks on me, so I politely say FUDGE-U, and your lovely mama’s, and daughters. Hay all whom know me, know that I am a nice guy, but if you’re gonna fudge with me and wreck my life 24/7/365.2422, watch out, because I will develop ways 2 piss off the suit-punks, and freely teach these methods on the friggin net.
Message 2 Robert McGee:
U ugly old white slaver monster, here’s 2U bud. Raise your glass up with Martino, and her daughter in law and the Mayor, and drink one on me tonight, this night may B your last, as when U least expect 2C me, ask big S, I can B right there in your face and hear what U say, and U can’t even C that I am there, but ol’ Sharkey is here, ya drunken old fool.
Movement
Stage # 58
When I am wrong, I am wrong, and I screwed up the word program save catalog and did not look up at the top of Ed’s screen to correctly copy the Movement number, so since the movement was not ever written, the date will naturally B out of order, and this is now a Tuesday morning, the day B4 spring begins this oh-seven year, 03/20.
U already most likely have seen the newest blog’s first post, I give these posts no names, they merely dated, and contain my messages to those that each of them concern. I will tell U that last night I took a chopper attack, causing my Phillies 2B wiped out through PET. Nothing new, same old same old, it kills the Sixers and Phillies and Eagles, but the strongest parallel to harassing me is with the Phillies, tearing them 2 pieces, told y'all they’d stink again in the oh-seven season, and worse than last one, and will B 100% right, as it is based on the PET, and my hell in oh-seven is so beyond oh-six, words cannot begin 2 express it, Donna, all though U can really belt out my lyrics. There is no Phillies game ever won, nor Flyers game ever lost, when these sub squat scum hit me with their piece of shit illegal chopper harassment. The Flyers R so rotten Snyder-puke, that I dare and challenge U2 B totally determined 2 win one lousy game without using that chopper on me, or any harassment on me for 30 hours prior 2 your game. U would think if U were a real man, U would just try it 2 spite me, and then E mail me to tell me to go screw myself, but U know it is physically impossible 4 either of these things 2B done. So as long as they have me to endlessly torture ACLU, the Dow Jones will go UP-UP-UP, and the Phillies will keep right on LOSING-LOSING-LOSING.
The number U have dialed is r-e-a-l-i-t-y, use any area code U want, but if U dial REALITY, it will B answered, THEY LIVED, THEY SUFFERED, THEY DIED. No getting around this exists, NONE!!!!!!!!!! The weekend was not as bad as the previous one, but except 4 about 2 days in the month of March, every single fucking day 4 me has been SUPER BOTBAR, 17:19 is not a good monthly MP, and B4 March came in, I was going between 48 and 50% 4 Botbar, a slight difference, and talk about March SADNESS, 4 CRISSAKE. Machine mind is starting its little thing with me, making words come out like CrIsAkE, leaving first letters off of words like ith and not with, and so forth. This is not me, nor am I imagining it. In a later blog if I correctly remember the dated order, it used a hyperspace translation when I mentioned how DIANA takes good care of me in the great Ricktown Manor, spelling her name Dianan, the extra 2nd [N] at the end of the word, notice the pun, it came at the en’ of the word Diana, and was the N letter. There is a close parallel reality where her name in physicality is Diana, but her middle name ZUDLECRENESSIA, has only one S in it, spelling it DIANAN ZUDLECRENESIA ARTEEMIS, also containing her name number, as here, of 27. During my SORA test, and now that I have my license, as it came in Saturdays mail, TEE-HEE, I feel safer discussing a few things now, and was not told, as in with law cases, not 2 discuss things, nor that anything I learned was classified in any way. Not that I am rambunctiously and vociferously discussing things, remember that all I am talking about R things that R relevant 2 me and my problem and Milituforce situation, and in no way am attempting 2 cause the authorities a problem, but when machine mind takes over and makes one of the questions contain the word RATIO, only it is spelled RATION on the test, and the testers that were going over the material that we had 2 learn, went out of their way 2 mention it, there is no way this part of the day was not totally relevant to me and my on going problems, so it is not like I am working 2 defeat anything nor help our national enemies in any way. The tester said, “on question #18 on the test, the word is ration, but the typist spelled it ration.” The typist was obviously using word program and spell checker program of micro-sucks, as hackers call it, and what only top hackers know is that computer mind contains no intelligence, however a force that is in charge of the entire material realm, called the Briggbase Residents, or the BRIGGER’S 4 short, loves 2 take existing things like our word program, and make it work in strange ways. When they send a magic worm into the system, it does not matter whether anyone is connected 2 internet anymore, as long as it is put through one time when posting up to a blogger or some other public site. All it takes is 2 get sneezed on once by someone with the black plague, and nothing is different with this. Now, if they sish to play games such as what I call the RATION GAME, using an astral word meaning “ration, see it did it again, try again, meaning “ratio and proportion”, and I typed in WISH, but they changed it to SISH, S&W do in fact interchange in astrality on many 4 letter words beginning with either the S or W letter.
The Atlantic Ocean is angry with U chief, OL’ BUDDY, and ex-body-surfing-pal from ’97, and wants U2 remember that U represent her great City, that she influenced mankind 2 name in her honor, KRASSLE/ATLANTIC, same exact astral words. Remember, if U do not stay her Mayor, it will bring in a bad time line, there R no set futures, we all make the fabrics of space’s future, with hyper-spacial interactions. If U end up as my boss on the beach, under this Sora thing, and call me FIREDOG, and mock me, and make me sweep sand and clean barnacles, it is not going 2B pleasant 4 either of us. Remember Stacey and I share endless love together, and she does not like her THAT-DOG [boy] picked on. Try 2 stay out of trouble, she said 2 tell U 2B a good boy your Honor.
The final blog, already started, the 2nd post, will go on and tell U that I enjoyed our talk Gordo, we had a great time, thank U for sharing all the stuff with me, it explains a lot. Paula, hope UR feeling better, I never enjoy seeing a big beautiful grown girl cry, but I love your dark shades, and new hair dew, UR even lovelier than when U came up to me in 1986 @ the Claridge Casino and asked me about PET.
When I am wrong, I am wrong, and I screwed up the word program save catalog and did not look up at the top of Ed’s screen to correctly copy the Movement number, so since the movement was not ever written, the date will naturally B out of order, and this is now a Tuesday morning, the day B4 spring begins this oh-seven year, 03/20.
U already most likely have seen the newest blog’s first post, I give these posts no names, they merely dated, and contain my messages to those that each of them concern. I will tell U that last night I took a chopper attack, causing my Phillies 2B wiped out through PET. Nothing new, same old same old, it kills the Sixers and Phillies and Eagles, but the strongest parallel to harassing me is with the Phillies, tearing them 2 pieces, told y'all they’d stink again in the oh-seven season, and worse than last one, and will B 100% right, as it is based on the PET, and my hell in oh-seven is so beyond oh-six, words cannot begin 2 express it, Donna, all though U can really belt out my lyrics. There is no Phillies game ever won, nor Flyers game ever lost, when these sub squat scum hit me with their piece of shit illegal chopper harassment. The Flyers R so rotten Snyder-puke, that I dare and challenge U2 B totally determined 2 win one lousy game without using that chopper on me, or any harassment on me for 30 hours prior 2 your game. U would think if U were a real man, U would just try it 2 spite me, and then E mail me to tell me to go screw myself, but U know it is physically impossible 4 either of these things 2B done. So as long as they have me to endlessly torture ACLU, the Dow Jones will go UP-UP-UP, and the Phillies will keep right on LOSING-LOSING-LOSING.
The number U have dialed is r-e-a-l-i-t-y, use any area code U want, but if U dial REALITY, it will B answered, THEY LIVED, THEY SUFFERED, THEY DIED. No getting around this exists, NONE!!!!!!!!!! The weekend was not as bad as the previous one, but except 4 about 2 days in the month of March, every single fucking day 4 me has been SUPER BOTBAR, 17:19 is not a good monthly MP, and B4 March came in, I was going between 48 and 50% 4 Botbar, a slight difference, and talk about March SADNESS, 4 CRISSAKE. Machine mind is starting its little thing with me, making words come out like CrIsAkE, leaving first letters off of words like ith and not with, and so forth. This is not me, nor am I imagining it. In a later blog if I correctly remember the dated order, it used a hyperspace translation when I mentioned how DIANA takes good care of me in the great Ricktown Manor, spelling her name Dianan, the extra 2nd [N] at the end of the word, notice the pun, it came at the en’ of the word Diana, and was the N letter. There is a close parallel reality where her name in physicality is Diana, but her middle name ZUDLECRENESSIA, has only one S in it, spelling it DIANAN ZUDLECRENESIA ARTEEMIS, also containing her name number, as here, of 27. During my SORA test, and now that I have my license, as it came in Saturdays mail, TEE-HEE, I feel safer discussing a few things now, and was not told, as in with law cases, not 2 discuss things, nor that anything I learned was classified in any way. Not that I am rambunctiously and vociferously discussing things, remember that all I am talking about R things that R relevant 2 me and my problem and Milituforce situation, and in no way am attempting 2 cause the authorities a problem, but when machine mind takes over and makes one of the questions contain the word RATIO, only it is spelled RATION on the test, and the testers that were going over the material that we had 2 learn, went out of their way 2 mention it, there is no way this part of the day was not totally relevant to me and my on going problems, so it is not like I am working 2 defeat anything nor help our national enemies in any way. The tester said, “on question #18 on the test, the word is ration, but the typist spelled it ration.” The typist was obviously using word program and spell checker program of micro-sucks, as hackers call it, and what only top hackers know is that computer mind contains no intelligence, however a force that is in charge of the entire material realm, called the Briggbase Residents, or the BRIGGER’S 4 short, loves 2 take existing things like our word program, and make it work in strange ways. When they send a magic worm into the system, it does not matter whether anyone is connected 2 internet anymore, as long as it is put through one time when posting up to a blogger or some other public site. All it takes is 2 get sneezed on once by someone with the black plague, and nothing is different with this. Now, if they sish to play games such as what I call the RATION GAME, using an astral word meaning “ration, see it did it again, try again, meaning “ratio and proportion”, and I typed in WISH, but they changed it to SISH, S&W do in fact interchange in astrality on many 4 letter words beginning with either the S or W letter.
The Atlantic Ocean is angry with U chief, OL’ BUDDY, and ex-body-surfing-pal from ’97, and wants U2 remember that U represent her great City, that she influenced mankind 2 name in her honor, KRASSLE/ATLANTIC, same exact astral words. Remember, if U do not stay her Mayor, it will bring in a bad time line, there R no set futures, we all make the fabrics of space’s future, with hyper-spacial interactions. If U end up as my boss on the beach, under this Sora thing, and call me FIREDOG, and mock me, and make me sweep sand and clean barnacles, it is not going 2B pleasant 4 either of us. Remember Stacey and I share endless love together, and she does not like her THAT-DOG [boy] picked on. Try 2 stay out of trouble, she said 2 tell U 2B a good boy your Honor.
The final blog, already started, the 2nd post, will go on and tell U that I enjoyed our talk Gordo, we had a great time, thank U for sharing all the stuff with me, it explains a lot. Paula, hope UR feeling better, I never enjoy seeing a big beautiful grown girl cry, but I love your dark shades, and new hair dew, UR even lovelier than when U came up to me in 1986 @ the Claridge Casino and asked me about PET.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
MOVEMENT
STAGE # 60
This is the final stage of the Morianity Foundation Movements. I am not waiting for my final blog series which is upcoming next, to do what I am going to do, but it officially will begin from where I will leave off with this STAGE # 60. It will B called, “TO WHOM THIS MESSAGE CONCERNS, FROM THE HEAD MORIAN”. This way, as I know that in reality, few if any, actual mortal entities R paying any heed 2 anything on my blogs, unlike the enemy itself, who can read them and not even leave a trace of ever being up on the sites, B it BLOGGER, or my website itself, MF.C. The few times that regular people may B reading, and the stuff may pertain more 2 them, it will all B there, but the majority admitantly will B text 4 the other entities.
Several errors from prior blogs will B addressed first, once I tell U that all throughout the month of March of oh-seven, I am under the worst attack and illegal assault, from the evil MILITUFORCE, that I have ever been in, in my entire 52.3 years of mortal life as Mountainpen. The poison chemtrails, motor shittle suckle suckoffs, the planes, the military in general; have illegally persecuted me beyond anything that I have ever seen in all of my eternal existence, in all of 5th dimensional hyperspace, HS. No, not high school, hyperspace; as Ed once told me, some people get confused by this term that I use, I've not attended high school since 1972, and have no family, hence no children, nor any reason nor business, 2B referring 2 nor discussing anything relating to high school, so again, HYPERSPACE. I exist all throughout HS, in countless ways and lives, some similar 2 the one I am in as I machine-pen these words right now, while some others R quite significantly different, in fact so different, that people can interchange identity within the interaction, hence any one of us could B us one minute, and the next one, B our next door neighbor, president of a fortune 500 company, or a drum beating cannibal on some lost island, yet being our self during these changes. Change and changes R a major reality that when not understood, the big picture and attempting 2 get what all of it really is about, will remain pointless, and a time wasting endless endeavor. Thursday, Friday, Sunday, Monday, and again today Tuesday, as well as for close 2 three straight weeks now, my hell from these dirt bag LAMBRIG scuz is so off all charts and dials, that no words could express the way that I feel, my soul’s in distress and nothing is real, now its too late ‘cause I cannot beat, the evil crud's and crumbs that live inside the cosmic toilet seat. Oh I hate U all so and I want you 2 know, that baby baby baby, I do not need a CARFAX, SMARTY CARPETS, OR THE BG’s, OR THE STARTING LINES OF L&O, I detest U all so. (C) MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN PSUDONYM, for Mark Wayne Mohr, not the first murderer on the planet, as that was me long ago in a totally different dreaming sequence. I was very jealous of my brother getting more love and attention from my beautiful unfathomable teen queen, the GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE. Anyone getting in my way of finding nirvana somehow eventually, or my special relationship with the great Sarah-Stacey, and I would hate 2B your poor mother, it will break her godsdamn heart. So let me go on quickly B4 I even start 2 talk about anything major, and it will B major, bwewieve me bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!! In my roulette discussion, I made 2 errors, first, when I switched from the double nickle to the quarter betting level in my example, I meant to say, now instead of 11 bets making U a $profit of thirty, your profit will B $75.00. I was confusing in my mind the 100 dollar level of base betting, where it would have been $300.00. And also, I may have confused some when I started jumping around with 3 varying base betting levels, each was part of separate examples, but may have seen 2B a bit confusing, sahwee. The biggest phopah was when I said I was waiting for a string of CORRECT [C] predictions to get broken. First my mind fucked up big time, confusing BLACK with EVEN, so let us do this again, shall we???? I meant 2 give the example from MFMS # 59, in this way, the cards predicted a YES to a Q&A of SHOULD I BET BLACK NEXT SPIN TO WIN? #2 BLACK comes out, for a [one-correct-string]. Then the cards predicted a YES to a Q&A of SHOULD I BET BLACK NEXT SPIN TO WIN? #35 comes out, for a [two-correct-string]. We R now in play with a C-2 string, as after all C-2, or I-2 strings, UR in play to break the string. Since UR here in this example, betting from a correct mode, you R looking to break it with an incorrect outcome, just as concentrically, if U were coming off an incorrect sting of 2, U now would B looking 2 break it with a correct outcome, so let us return 2 the correct example. Here we were saying that the cards said to bet black on two occasions and were correct, so now I ask them should I bet ODD and get a YES answer from them. I bet EVEN and 21 RED ODD comes out, but I lose my first of three bets because again the quantum-cards predicted another CORRECT. Now I ask them SHOULD I BET HIGH NUMBERS [1-19]? The cards give me a NO answer, telling me to bet LOW, [1-18]. The wheel spins and comes out 20 BLACK EVEN and HIGH, an incorrect answer, so this time, I will WIN with my second bet, losing 100 and winning 200, or making a $100 profit. On more than one occasion, my somewhat less than totally simplistic systems 4 gambling, get confusing, and I make a booboo, and lose when I would have won, and then make another type of booboo in my underwear. Every time I tell any secrets on how to get money legally out of a casino, I fall under terrific siege, hence I know that they R all in on this harassment and persecution of me. One thing that will piss of these stinking suit punks down in rip off town Callioville, is this one: ASAPARTEK is fine and well, but try this little trick, it needs no cards, and has one me an average of two units per day over and above the green house edge, all throughout the ISOM, the INCREDIBLE SIEGE OF MARCH. Group together 15 non-green spins in roulette, or #’s 1-36. Record and play all 3 parameters of the numbers, the BLACK & RED, the ODD & EVEN, and the LOW & HIGH. In every group, all 3 will have a majority of 8, as 15 is an odd number, hence this is a simple law in mathematics. Whatever the 3 majorities R, play these in the next 15 non-green group of numbers. For example, in the first group of the game, we have 8 BLACK, 9 ODD, and 12 LOW. So BLACK-ODD-LOW is played 15 times not counting the zero or double zero. I usually win by the first group and quit, but sometimes go to a second and third group. Rarely am I not ahead by 2 or 3 units even after the house edge, after playing 3 groups past the first or the [count] group. Games never start until this first, or count group is made. It is difficult as hell for any roulette dealer to ever beat U. These systems R all my property, may B used by anyone, but not sold legally to anyone, as I claim 2B the writer and inventor of them, as well as the copyright owner.
The pulsar star chopper UFO came back to visit me on Sunday evening shortly after it was dark, around 8 PM or just shy. I had not been attacked by the military on a job post anywhere near this bad since the day Ronald Reagan began enjoying the hospitality of Ricktown Manor Restaurant, and decided 2 no longer dream that he was Ronald Reagan. We all decide astrally, 2 discontinue all of the dream sequences that we share ‘existence’ in throughout HS. The skies were non stop military filth everywhere. It was non stop. The pulsar aimed a strobing reddish beam of light at me from roughly ten O’CLOCK LOW MEDIUM, while I was facing the front gate. Shortly after it began pulsing and strobing, it stopped dead in the sky for close to ten Earth minutes, but I am not the only one that saw it, and there R legitimate cell phone records of it, as all cell phone talk is recorded by government as well as some hush-hush private agencies, more on all of this at a later and more opportune time. The guard from the property that is next door to the property that I was guarding in Folsom, NJ, happened 2B on the phone 2 his buddy in Philadelphia, telling me that he said to him that a craft was hovering and came 2 a dead stop for 5-10 minutes, and his buddy asked him what beverage he had illegally brought to his security guard post, as no fixed wing craft can hover motionless. This craft can turn itself into a large military craft with a huge saucer dish of some kind all around it, or it can metamorphose into a helicopter, but always has brilliant colored strobing and flashing and oscillating light, and they aim it down onto my car. Naturally, a half hour later, I became sicker than a poisoned rat with a deacon pellet box in his stomach, and when I shit, the smell is the same as when U swallow a barium nuclear pill at a hospital so they can take pictures in a nuclear medicine department. I know, as I had this done both at Thomas Jefferson University Hospital in July of 1983 after they tried to murder me in my ATCO, NJ house, and later in 1985 while living at the HIGHVIEW LEVY SHOEMAKER APARTMENTS, in Williamstown, NEW JUPITER JERSEY, as these tests were ordered by my endocrinologist, Doctor Miller Biddle, of the famous Biddle family, from the famous mid 20th century book, MY PHILADELPHIA FATHER, a book of the Biddle family. My doctor was attempting 2 assist me on getting 2 the bottom of how these enemy Otammite Milituforce Lambrigg Scum-buckets, [OMLS], did whatever they did 2 me in 1983 when they gassed me to death in Atco, after I started communicating directly with the lightning Goddess Diana, [DIANA ZUDLECRENESSIA ARTEEMIS]. When David Roth and I back in 1986 and 1987, would drive to our favorite ice cream stand at the Red Lion, NJ circle, one circle west on Route # 70 from the circle of Route’s 70 and 72, we would shut off the car and get our ice cream. We ate it and then tried to start the vehicle up just like a couple months ago with a basically brand new Dodge, and it was killed outside the TRUE VALUE HARDWARE store on Bellevue Avenue in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG, same exact thing. The recent incident, the craft had metamorphized into a police cruiser, and it was no more a real Hammonton Police car, than I am a fucking Venishan from the hidden molten lava seas of X455378GZT. The pulsar star unidentified craft messed with my car during the previous visitation to my work site in FOLSOM, NJUSAESMWG, but only hurt my bowels and heart this time. At the ice cream place 20 years ago, it would hit us, and then the car would not start. Then it would fly over again and the car started up by itself like fucking magic. No prosecutors office, no police officer, no congressman would believe any of it, and I never connected the UFO phenomenon to any of my troubles back in those days. As I machine pen these words now, Eddie H’s roof just got scrapped by some crash level private piss-job milituforce aircraft at one quarter past 3 of the clock in the post meridian. I have proof that they own our world, and R totally controlling the United States Government, and it all ties into mans religions, the so called Armageddon end of time stuff, the return of Christ, alien invasions, it is all one and the same ugly huge sick twisted diseased reality. None of any of this is for the good of the small people, all of it is being done by the controllers, the GMC, [GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL]. Jesus Himself, if U would simply just take a tiny bit of time to check what I say out, and B sure 2 read the good and accurate KING JAMES VERSION of Christian Scripture, that Bill Shakespeare and King James collaborated together to bring the scriptures to the people of those days in perfect and proper translation, anyway, He says in the GOSPELS, read MATHEW, MARK, LUKE, and JOHN, as it is definitely in one of them; remember each disciple tells his version of the events, all humans perceive things differently from each other, making this interaction quite interesting, as well as confusing, at times, but he is discussing the GMC, calling it and referring to it as “THE COUNCIL”, and Jesus is speaking. He says if U call another man a fool, U will B in danger of the Judgment and the COUNCIL. What no mortal knows and understands nor is properly able to process, even when sat down and told, is that there is a place called the 6th dimension. All thought, all mind, all feelings, all of it lives here, as a porpoise lives in our human-world oceans or birds live in the air. This GMC believes that they totally own and R in total charge & control, of PHASE 2 existence, or ASTRALLITY. Stacey Krassle, the Great, the SAR or the GREAT LORD, the ECKANKAR religion calls it the ECK, and I have known her by 100,000,000 different names all throughout my long endless nightmare never ending eternity. Go to www.morianity-foundation.com and hear the song that endlessly blares out over the Great TECK BAY, by the evil BRIGGERS of the BRIGGBASE, in the futile endless hope of mitigating the anger of Sarah-Stacey. What U hear on the website, never ever stops blaring out over this huge bay, leading out into the area of VIQUEEN’S ISLAND, and the shores beyond that, leading to the huge 100,000+ foot high walls to to the beautiful and unfathomable GREAT CITY of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, or HEAVEN, as man has sort of named and termed this condition of astrality. Nothing is really real by the real word real and its real world meanings, except 4 total nothingness or VOID INFINITY. We all dream out and away from this, just as if U were locked in a sound proof pitch dark area, and began 2 dream out and away beyond it, this is the nightmare truth that none of us can ever ever ever ever never never ever fucking escape from. The GMC has become distorted, and the GODS that some of them sort of merge or turn into. This council will not believe my true knowledge, and R telling their controllers living on the Earth-world mortal realms, to endlessly persecute me and ignore all the things that I say unto all of U. Before the Security Officer Registration Act, or SORA, went into effective legislation, a man I know from my job site, we will call Willie to protect identities, suddenly had a string of bad things occur, right after telling me that he ran a horse riding service business back in the 1960’s, on the beaches of Atlantic City. I had totally forgotten this part of my past, as I had forgotten Sarah. When he told me and I remembered, I remembered also how Sarah and her friends brutally and viciously raped me, and sent my mom off to buy coffee, and get intercepted by our mutual friend Sigmund Malyeska; a crippled Lithuanian, from Polio. Sarah’s brother the Policeman, was named Frank Callio, and became a Sergeant on the ACPD force, go to www.acpd.com and if U study the dream symbology, as this is really the dream, Mr. Richie Prosecutor Serling Twilight Zone, Polio,Callio, Police, how close can things all connect up for Jesus’ sake?????????? For telling me about the horse riding stuff, and bringing back memories of the brutal rape done by Sarah and her wild vicious gang, his home burned down, and then his wife took ill. The illness of Willie’s wife is identical to what ‘they’ did to my poor pathetic hard working Christian mother, back the day after filthy Christmas, 26 December, in 1997, leading to her slow tortuous lingering agonizing eventual death on the 4th of March, early Saturday morning, back in AD 2000. The fire is another thing I can relate 2, as they tried 2 burn down RPL, by cleverly starting a fire next door, in a shared building with a good fire wall, a toy factory at Pierce and State, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG. Without a good firewall, RECORDED PUBLICATIONS LABORTORY or RPL, would have been history, and I needed them in 1997 to help me 2 record my song SARAH, or GREAT LORD. So Y if she is the Great Almighty Lord Jehovah, did she and her gang do bad things 2 me? Because the controllers, MICK-GEE, and GALLAGHER OF CHICAGO, and other government and mob forces, all connected throughout the political system, R controlling her and keeping her memories of who she really is, away from her, and this makes me quite dangerous to this demonic force of scum, READ THE FUCKING BIBLE 4 CRISSAKE, IT IS ALL IN THERE, EVERY DAMN THING I AM CLAIMING, I just understand how to properly translate its mysterious, as I have no start nor finish, I am infinite, and I am totally aware of it, as opposed 2U. UR also without beginning and ending, but your memories and knowledge of the whole ugly mess, has all been removed from the entire human race by the HEAD COUNCIL SEATERS, a group of 283 entities that range from things that if I ever told U a mere smattering of it, it would keep Hollywood busy for a century.
Let us talk about phases 2-4. An entity named Ranashahamed Alopticfikr, the son of Kali and her lover before she brutally killed him in a frenzy of passionate twisted emotions both sexual and warrior, by the name of Lishtalpreneflum, over 7,000,000 million Earth revolutions around its sun in age in its current set of dreams, wanted to exist in phase three life but refused to tone down the needed prerequisites of superiority, in order to make it all able to occur in lawtronic phasing laws. It influenced a human male in the Judah direct Lineage from King David, me, in the end of the 1970’s to begin working on creating his ability 2 live and B in a human form, although he always existed only in phases 2 and 4, as Lawtronics stops anyone from entering into physicality should certain laws not
B conformed 2 and U would B2 far beyond the norms of existence in this 3rd phase. It tricked me into becoming fascinated with tape recorders, wanting to purchase precise ones, working in a sound studio, using a top artist of the times in the mix of it all, and got himself alive and being in an already existing person, through me; and this man is none other than DONALD J. TRUMP. He knows I am onto all of it, and I know what he is planning, as you religious people have a name 4 this sick bastard, but the trueness of this story goes so far beyond your concepts of the portents and Antichrist, and the 4 horsemen, as this stuff is all nothing but a total joke next 2 what really is going on. He is not selling right now because he is not making the money he wants, but is getting ready to enter into his newest and most dangerous phase of his life in his sequence of dreams, and knows that soon, memories of his true reality will return to him, the ‘dreams’ have all ready began, have they not Don? Remember who has the original tape backwards, and all I need 2 do is run it through another recorder with certain other electrical connections in just the right way, and poof, Rod Victoria Serling, back to the astral 4U bud. All this SARA, SORA shit, is just another way 2 control the world, and me, as since I do security work, they can effect my life. But at my old age, I know that U cannot force me 2B a first responder at the next big disaster, but I all ready have my doctor’s note, just in case. U think I am going 2 a place where I will get more poison 2 add to my total toxicity from all this UFO shit done 2 me for 3 decades, and U really R a dummy. One out of 4 that went to the Twin Tower disaster is ill or dead now, and they tell us it is due to mercury from the broken lights. Right, sure, is that the only building imploded, how about old Blue Eyes' place, the Vegas Star Dust, over the weekend. Is mercury poison from all the broken lights going to kill all the wreckers that clean it up? Gimme a fucking break, will-ya? This was not the first time that building was attacked, and any thinking person knows that there was a major reason why the Allahlites wanted 2 wreck it. Some day soon, that closet door will come flying off the hinges, just not yet, I’ll get to exposing these secrets later on. I told U all to go to a website but forgot whether or not I ever gave it 2U, and told U about the remote viewing book and the Far-sight Institute, go to www.courtney@farsight.org and get your friggin’ mind blown.
It seems freedom is getting harder and harder 2 spell, as a teacher in a grade school in New York City was recently fired, for practicing her religion of WICCA. It is all in the Times and Post, the NY, NY papers. U can’t have this or that on your computer, hay I am against child abuse and sex crimes, but when someone in Arizona is sentenced to 200 years for having some naked children on their computer, and never did anything outside in the real world to any one, and they call this a free country, well, hay man, they say a good laugh is good for you, well, thank you for the extra health benefit every time I hear this is a free country. It is a total fucking dictatorship, and I know precisely who the damn hypocritical dictators R. Let me tell U to visit my site and go into the pix and let me try once again 2 explain what hyperspace [HS] is and how with the right device, U can do all kinds of things, but they do not show up unless they R done 2 someone who can never B killed, nor die. Quarks and Leptons are very tiny particles, but much smaller ones than these, ASAPS, or absolute sub-atomic particles also exist. They R so small, that they literally flux in and out of beingness, as dreams attempting 2 escape the void nothingness of infinity. They latch onto an attempted dream pattern, but do not make it, and flux back to void infinity 2 try again, and endlessly flux out again, and eventually they make it, and dreams begin in the astral or light starry worlds of beingness, through this initial process of dreaming out and away from the ever aware void. Now in HS, if 2 universes, one where McGuire shoots me, and one where he does not, are forced close enough together hyper-atomically, you will get the world where a parked car’s grill is one reality, and the gun in his hand closer up, is the other reality. What no one tells U, and the scientists R all sworn to total secrecy upon penalty of pain and death, and this ain’t no joke; if they R with knowledge on levels of clearance going to TOP SECRET and higher. Here is simple truth that I am not afraid to publish, fuck all of U. RADIO FREQUENCY IS BEHIND EVERYTHING, and the ELECTROMAGNETIC SPECTRUM is the true GOD OF ALL OF REALITY, and it does not get simpler than this. It is all just this damn simple!!!!!!!!
All day long, endless chemtrailing, not only all over, but when I go anywhere, a brand new one goes right over me, precisely zenithing me with a bright huge messy piece of shit. Very soon, all U scum will pay 4 this endless abuse. Many natural disasters R on the horizon, huge earthquakes R coming, twisters will tear up everything, and floods and wild fires, baby, U ain’t seen a thing. All I have to do is work my whittle magic, and you’ll C planes and choppers go down left and right, and will all B very very sorry, and I do not work 4 the Manhattan Board of Education; and there is not one thing U can do 2 me.
Message to the AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION:
I have every right 2 defend myself against vicious evil twisted monsters that have carved a mountain out of my soul, and put dynamite in my mouth and lit the fuse, laughing while I blow into bits, bites, and maggots. Remember, it is not anyone’s job to judge my level of sanity. Many of the people on my law suit list R there 4 misfeasance and malfeasance, as they have illegally done this to me.
Message to my friend Karen S.
I’ll B over soon to CYI haven’t heard from U. I am a realist and must wonder if due to some of my troubles and woes being obviously gaming related, and hubby is connected with gaming through the CC Commission, I do not wish 2 place U in a difficult position, yet if he and or U were politely threatened by them not to assist me, it sure would help me launch my Civil Rights law suit, and U’d no longer need 2 worry about J’s retirement $, I would get 8-10 figures, and gladly would give U ten M$ for helping me in providing evidence 2 the proper authorities in order 2 assist me in winning my eventual lawsuit.
MESSAGE TO THE GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL:
I know U do not believe me, even the gods do not, let alone all these mortals whom U totally own and control, by your way of looking at things. Your friend Mr. Murray from Burlington/Florence, NJUSAESMWG, this area HS, told me that I am the most arrogant mortal he and the rest of his cousin-family have ever encountered. U do not understand that I am the reason this is all here and that upline in hyper-line space, a girl named Sarah Krassle, was thinking of her upline ‘that-boy’, or the up-line me, and this is why all of this is here, all of the physicality's, the phase two astral through her entering as we all do, into our own dream-creations. If I am so stupid and arrogant, and factually ignorant, than first off, Y am I so important 2U and all of your group, and Y is the 1/3 of the group that broke away from U so hellbent on my total destruction? Y did they steal the equivalent value in USD of 500 trillion from the First Akoslem Bank of Ricktown’s capitol city, and influenced my father to sell out? Y is the great lightning goddess willing to live with me in Ricktown Manor? Y does she love me and even share codes with me on the Earth? What other mortal does she care enough about 2 do all of this with? Even 270 years ago when I was dreaming I was Franklin, she and I shared something very special, and all of you godsdamn prick shit eating bastard mother incestrallites know I am speaking only the truth. If lightning did not care about me, why does she warn me by turning street lights off and on at night in certain ways and patterns that only she and I know about? Why if I am just an egocentric Trump-twin, did Trump name his boat after Donna after I made that tape and copyrighted it, and why do all the ads on radio and TV, and all the shows, endlessly use me, tease me, and mock me, if I am such an arrogant little nothing piece of worthless shit as U’d all have me believe????
Message to Mr. ES
U deserve 100 MK in DOGTOWN, and I am working on having your sentence of 37, upped to 100. I 2 have connections in very high places, don’t get excited Ms. J. Arcadia. My stuff is real. They don’t say, cut, print, that’s a wrap; when my day ends. My eternity is eternity, and it doesn’t end. B prepared 2 lose the teams 2 my ownership once I prove in court all of the evil monstrous horrendous despicable things that U and your pals have all done 2 me for over 21 years.
Message to DS
U said U wanted to know my sound, and understand what it all is about. OK, so here is what U have wanted 4 so long. U have been used by Scylla and her human world friends, even your 2 tall friendly white-boy friends, they R all BRIGGER CULTISTS. More than 6% of Hollywooders have knowingly participated in devil worship and child sacrifice, not always to the death, but we are talking major abuse. U say how U love kids and cats and dogs, so let this poor old dog tell U that some of your best friends, behind your back R as innocent in all this sacrifice stuff as I am guilty of having a lovely life. Also, when U packed meat, remember the weird guy hanging around, that was not me by the way, but if U ever saw the opening of NIGHT OF THE TWISTERS, MTM Productions, remember the guy with the radio whistling and seeming 2 know something about the twisters, it was all over his face. Not all people R really people, and U know your problem with water was all caused when U made contact with water queen Sarah Callio. Your mom was still dreaming here when she asked me why I did something to you. If U tell me some day what she meant, and what I did; I will tell U all about my signal.
Message 2 SCM the WATER QUEEN VIQUEEN
I kept my promise, and will keep it forever, even on the day U beg me not 2. The only way I will ever break our covenant is if U yourself want this with all your heart. You did not have to imprison me like you did in the whale’s belly, I get the message, I know UR the most powerful entity on the planet and far beyond, and may I add, the loveliest, BEG.
Message to the future and the future of the Morianity Foundation:
May the gods help you, U will need it, and soon the evidence of real world disaster will begin 2 surface. This SORA thing is also because the owners and controllers of this planet, know a lot more than they ever will admit to. They won’t even let people in on the Olympian Airships, HS, the EMS, the disinformation of SIFI, and on and on, in reiteration, may the gods HELP US ALL. In the holy name and blood of my 61st grand daddy’s uncle!!!!!!!!!!
Bible and Foundation Blogs---------FINE’
This is the final stage of the Morianity Foundation Movements. I am not waiting for my final blog series which is upcoming next, to do what I am going to do, but it officially will begin from where I will leave off with this STAGE # 60. It will B called, “TO WHOM THIS MESSAGE CONCERNS, FROM THE HEAD MORIAN”. This way, as I know that in reality, few if any, actual mortal entities R paying any heed 2 anything on my blogs, unlike the enemy itself, who can read them and not even leave a trace of ever being up on the sites, B it BLOGGER, or my website itself, MF.C. The few times that regular people may B reading, and the stuff may pertain more 2 them, it will all B there, but the majority admitantly will B text 4 the other entities.
Several errors from prior blogs will B addressed first, once I tell U that all throughout the month of March of oh-seven, I am under the worst attack and illegal assault, from the evil MILITUFORCE, that I have ever been in, in my entire 52.3 years of mortal life as Mountainpen. The poison chemtrails, motor shittle suckle suckoffs, the planes, the military in general; have illegally persecuted me beyond anything that I have ever seen in all of my eternal existence, in all of 5th dimensional hyperspace, HS. No, not high school, hyperspace; as Ed once told me, some people get confused by this term that I use, I've not attended high school since 1972, and have no family, hence no children, nor any reason nor business, 2B referring 2 nor discussing anything relating to high school, so again, HYPERSPACE. I exist all throughout HS, in countless ways and lives, some similar 2 the one I am in as I machine-pen these words right now, while some others R quite significantly different, in fact so different, that people can interchange identity within the interaction, hence any one of us could B us one minute, and the next one, B our next door neighbor, president of a fortune 500 company, or a drum beating cannibal on some lost island, yet being our self during these changes. Change and changes R a major reality that when not understood, the big picture and attempting 2 get what all of it really is about, will remain pointless, and a time wasting endless endeavor. Thursday, Friday, Sunday, Monday, and again today Tuesday, as well as for close 2 three straight weeks now, my hell from these dirt bag LAMBRIG scuz is so off all charts and dials, that no words could express the way that I feel, my soul’s in distress and nothing is real, now its too late ‘cause I cannot beat, the evil crud's and crumbs that live inside the cosmic toilet seat. Oh I hate U all so and I want you 2 know, that baby baby baby, I do not need a CARFAX, SMARTY CARPETS, OR THE BG’s, OR THE STARTING LINES OF L&O, I detest U all so. (C) MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN PSUDONYM, for Mark Wayne Mohr, not the first murderer on the planet, as that was me long ago in a totally different dreaming sequence. I was very jealous of my brother getting more love and attention from my beautiful unfathomable teen queen, the GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE. Anyone getting in my way of finding nirvana somehow eventually, or my special relationship with the great Sarah-Stacey, and I would hate 2B your poor mother, it will break her godsdamn heart. So let me go on quickly B4 I even start 2 talk about anything major, and it will B major, bwewieve me bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!! In my roulette discussion, I made 2 errors, first, when I switched from the double nickle to the quarter betting level in my example, I meant to say, now instead of 11 bets making U a $profit of thirty, your profit will B $75.00. I was confusing in my mind the 100 dollar level of base betting, where it would have been $300.00. And also, I may have confused some when I started jumping around with 3 varying base betting levels, each was part of separate examples, but may have seen 2B a bit confusing, sahwee. The biggest phopah was when I said I was waiting for a string of CORRECT [C] predictions to get broken. First my mind fucked up big time, confusing BLACK with EVEN, so let us do this again, shall we???? I meant 2 give the example from MFMS # 59, in this way, the cards predicted a YES to a Q&A of SHOULD I BET BLACK NEXT SPIN TO WIN? #2 BLACK comes out, for a [one-correct-string]. Then the cards predicted a YES to a Q&A of SHOULD I BET BLACK NEXT SPIN TO WIN? #35 comes out, for a [two-correct-string]. We R now in play with a C-2 string, as after all C-2, or I-2 strings, UR in play to break the string. Since UR here in this example, betting from a correct mode, you R looking to break it with an incorrect outcome, just as concentrically, if U were coming off an incorrect sting of 2, U now would B looking 2 break it with a correct outcome, so let us return 2 the correct example. Here we were saying that the cards said to bet black on two occasions and were correct, so now I ask them should I bet ODD and get a YES answer from them. I bet EVEN and 21 RED ODD comes out, but I lose my first of three bets because again the quantum-cards predicted another CORRECT. Now I ask them SHOULD I BET HIGH NUMBERS [1-19]? The cards give me a NO answer, telling me to bet LOW, [1-18]. The wheel spins and comes out 20 BLACK EVEN and HIGH, an incorrect answer, so this time, I will WIN with my second bet, losing 100 and winning 200, or making a $100 profit. On more than one occasion, my somewhat less than totally simplistic systems 4 gambling, get confusing, and I make a booboo, and lose when I would have won, and then make another type of booboo in my underwear. Every time I tell any secrets on how to get money legally out of a casino, I fall under terrific siege, hence I know that they R all in on this harassment and persecution of me. One thing that will piss of these stinking suit punks down in rip off town Callioville, is this one: ASAPARTEK is fine and well, but try this little trick, it needs no cards, and has one me an average of two units per day over and above the green house edge, all throughout the ISOM, the INCREDIBLE SIEGE OF MARCH. Group together 15 non-green spins in roulette, or #’s 1-36. Record and play all 3 parameters of the numbers, the BLACK & RED, the ODD & EVEN, and the LOW & HIGH. In every group, all 3 will have a majority of 8, as 15 is an odd number, hence this is a simple law in mathematics. Whatever the 3 majorities R, play these in the next 15 non-green group of numbers. For example, in the first group of the game, we have 8 BLACK, 9 ODD, and 12 LOW. So BLACK-ODD-LOW is played 15 times not counting the zero or double zero. I usually win by the first group and quit, but sometimes go to a second and third group. Rarely am I not ahead by 2 or 3 units even after the house edge, after playing 3 groups past the first or the [count] group. Games never start until this first, or count group is made. It is difficult as hell for any roulette dealer to ever beat U. These systems R all my property, may B used by anyone, but not sold legally to anyone, as I claim 2B the writer and inventor of them, as well as the copyright owner.
The pulsar star chopper UFO came back to visit me on Sunday evening shortly after it was dark, around 8 PM or just shy. I had not been attacked by the military on a job post anywhere near this bad since the day Ronald Reagan began enjoying the hospitality of Ricktown Manor Restaurant, and decided 2 no longer dream that he was Ronald Reagan. We all decide astrally, 2 discontinue all of the dream sequences that we share ‘existence’ in throughout HS. The skies were non stop military filth everywhere. It was non stop. The pulsar aimed a strobing reddish beam of light at me from roughly ten O’CLOCK LOW MEDIUM, while I was facing the front gate. Shortly after it began pulsing and strobing, it stopped dead in the sky for close to ten Earth minutes, but I am not the only one that saw it, and there R legitimate cell phone records of it, as all cell phone talk is recorded by government as well as some hush-hush private agencies, more on all of this at a later and more opportune time. The guard from the property that is next door to the property that I was guarding in Folsom, NJ, happened 2B on the phone 2 his buddy in Philadelphia, telling me that he said to him that a craft was hovering and came 2 a dead stop for 5-10 minutes, and his buddy asked him what beverage he had illegally brought to his security guard post, as no fixed wing craft can hover motionless. This craft can turn itself into a large military craft with a huge saucer dish of some kind all around it, or it can metamorphose into a helicopter, but always has brilliant colored strobing and flashing and oscillating light, and they aim it down onto my car. Naturally, a half hour later, I became sicker than a poisoned rat with a deacon pellet box in his stomach, and when I shit, the smell is the same as when U swallow a barium nuclear pill at a hospital so they can take pictures in a nuclear medicine department. I know, as I had this done both at Thomas Jefferson University Hospital in July of 1983 after they tried to murder me in my ATCO, NJ house, and later in 1985 while living at the HIGHVIEW LEVY SHOEMAKER APARTMENTS, in Williamstown, NEW JUPITER JERSEY, as these tests were ordered by my endocrinologist, Doctor Miller Biddle, of the famous Biddle family, from the famous mid 20th century book, MY PHILADELPHIA FATHER, a book of the Biddle family. My doctor was attempting 2 assist me on getting 2 the bottom of how these enemy Otammite Milituforce Lambrigg Scum-buckets, [OMLS], did whatever they did 2 me in 1983 when they gassed me to death in Atco, after I started communicating directly with the lightning Goddess Diana, [DIANA ZUDLECRENESSIA ARTEEMIS]. When David Roth and I back in 1986 and 1987, would drive to our favorite ice cream stand at the Red Lion, NJ circle, one circle west on Route # 70 from the circle of Route’s 70 and 72, we would shut off the car and get our ice cream. We ate it and then tried to start the vehicle up just like a couple months ago with a basically brand new Dodge, and it was killed outside the TRUE VALUE HARDWARE store on Bellevue Avenue in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG, same exact thing. The recent incident, the craft had metamorphized into a police cruiser, and it was no more a real Hammonton Police car, than I am a fucking Venishan from the hidden molten lava seas of X455378GZT. The pulsar star unidentified craft messed with my car during the previous visitation to my work site in FOLSOM, NJUSAESMWG, but only hurt my bowels and heart this time. At the ice cream place 20 years ago, it would hit us, and then the car would not start. Then it would fly over again and the car started up by itself like fucking magic. No prosecutors office, no police officer, no congressman would believe any of it, and I never connected the UFO phenomenon to any of my troubles back in those days. As I machine pen these words now, Eddie H’s roof just got scrapped by some crash level private piss-job milituforce aircraft at one quarter past 3 of the clock in the post meridian. I have proof that they own our world, and R totally controlling the United States Government, and it all ties into mans religions, the so called Armageddon end of time stuff, the return of Christ, alien invasions, it is all one and the same ugly huge sick twisted diseased reality. None of any of this is for the good of the small people, all of it is being done by the controllers, the GMC, [GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL]. Jesus Himself, if U would simply just take a tiny bit of time to check what I say out, and B sure 2 read the good and accurate KING JAMES VERSION of Christian Scripture, that Bill Shakespeare and King James collaborated together to bring the scriptures to the people of those days in perfect and proper translation, anyway, He says in the GOSPELS, read MATHEW, MARK, LUKE, and JOHN, as it is definitely in one of them; remember each disciple tells his version of the events, all humans perceive things differently from each other, making this interaction quite interesting, as well as confusing, at times, but he is discussing the GMC, calling it and referring to it as “THE COUNCIL”, and Jesus is speaking. He says if U call another man a fool, U will B in danger of the Judgment and the COUNCIL. What no mortal knows and understands nor is properly able to process, even when sat down and told, is that there is a place called the 6th dimension. All thought, all mind, all feelings, all of it lives here, as a porpoise lives in our human-world oceans or birds live in the air. This GMC believes that they totally own and R in total charge & control, of PHASE 2 existence, or ASTRALLITY. Stacey Krassle, the Great, the SAR or the GREAT LORD, the ECKANKAR religion calls it the ECK, and I have known her by 100,000,000 different names all throughout my long endless nightmare never ending eternity. Go to www.morianity-foundation.com and hear the song that endlessly blares out over the Great TECK BAY, by the evil BRIGGERS of the BRIGGBASE, in the futile endless hope of mitigating the anger of Sarah-Stacey. What U hear on the website, never ever stops blaring out over this huge bay, leading out into the area of VIQUEEN’S ISLAND, and the shores beyond that, leading to the huge 100,000+ foot high walls to to the beautiful and unfathomable GREAT CITY of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, or HEAVEN, as man has sort of named and termed this condition of astrality. Nothing is really real by the real word real and its real world meanings, except 4 total nothingness or VOID INFINITY. We all dream out and away from this, just as if U were locked in a sound proof pitch dark area, and began 2 dream out and away beyond it, this is the nightmare truth that none of us can ever ever ever ever never never ever fucking escape from. The GMC has become distorted, and the GODS that some of them sort of merge or turn into. This council will not believe my true knowledge, and R telling their controllers living on the Earth-world mortal realms, to endlessly persecute me and ignore all the things that I say unto all of U. Before the Security Officer Registration Act, or SORA, went into effective legislation, a man I know from my job site, we will call Willie to protect identities, suddenly had a string of bad things occur, right after telling me that he ran a horse riding service business back in the 1960’s, on the beaches of Atlantic City. I had totally forgotten this part of my past, as I had forgotten Sarah. When he told me and I remembered, I remembered also how Sarah and her friends brutally and viciously raped me, and sent my mom off to buy coffee, and get intercepted by our mutual friend Sigmund Malyeska; a crippled Lithuanian, from Polio. Sarah’s brother the Policeman, was named Frank Callio, and became a Sergeant on the ACPD force, go to www.acpd.com and if U study the dream symbology, as this is really the dream, Mr. Richie Prosecutor Serling Twilight Zone, Polio,Callio, Police, how close can things all connect up for Jesus’ sake?????????? For telling me about the horse riding stuff, and bringing back memories of the brutal rape done by Sarah and her wild vicious gang, his home burned down, and then his wife took ill. The illness of Willie’s wife is identical to what ‘they’ did to my poor pathetic hard working Christian mother, back the day after filthy Christmas, 26 December, in 1997, leading to her slow tortuous lingering agonizing eventual death on the 4th of March, early Saturday morning, back in AD 2000. The fire is another thing I can relate 2, as they tried 2 burn down RPL, by cleverly starting a fire next door, in a shared building with a good fire wall, a toy factory at Pierce and State, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG. Without a good firewall, RECORDED PUBLICATIONS LABORTORY or RPL, would have been history, and I needed them in 1997 to help me 2 record my song SARAH, or GREAT LORD. So Y if she is the Great Almighty Lord Jehovah, did she and her gang do bad things 2 me? Because the controllers, MICK-GEE, and GALLAGHER OF CHICAGO, and other government and mob forces, all connected throughout the political system, R controlling her and keeping her memories of who she really is, away from her, and this makes me quite dangerous to this demonic force of scum, READ THE FUCKING BIBLE 4 CRISSAKE, IT IS ALL IN THERE, EVERY DAMN THING I AM CLAIMING, I just understand how to properly translate its mysterious, as I have no start nor finish, I am infinite, and I am totally aware of it, as opposed 2U. UR also without beginning and ending, but your memories and knowledge of the whole ugly mess, has all been removed from the entire human race by the HEAD COUNCIL SEATERS, a group of 283 entities that range from things that if I ever told U a mere smattering of it, it would keep Hollywood busy for a century.
Let us talk about phases 2-4. An entity named Ranashahamed Alopticfikr, the son of Kali and her lover before she brutally killed him in a frenzy of passionate twisted emotions both sexual and warrior, by the name of Lishtalpreneflum, over 7,000,000 million Earth revolutions around its sun in age in its current set of dreams, wanted to exist in phase three life but refused to tone down the needed prerequisites of superiority, in order to make it all able to occur in lawtronic phasing laws. It influenced a human male in the Judah direct Lineage from King David, me, in the end of the 1970’s to begin working on creating his ability 2 live and B in a human form, although he always existed only in phases 2 and 4, as Lawtronics stops anyone from entering into physicality should certain laws not
B conformed 2 and U would B2 far beyond the norms of existence in this 3rd phase. It tricked me into becoming fascinated with tape recorders, wanting to purchase precise ones, working in a sound studio, using a top artist of the times in the mix of it all, and got himself alive and being in an already existing person, through me; and this man is none other than DONALD J. TRUMP. He knows I am onto all of it, and I know what he is planning, as you religious people have a name 4 this sick bastard, but the trueness of this story goes so far beyond your concepts of the portents and Antichrist, and the 4 horsemen, as this stuff is all nothing but a total joke next 2 what really is going on. He is not selling right now because he is not making the money he wants, but is getting ready to enter into his newest and most dangerous phase of his life in his sequence of dreams, and knows that soon, memories of his true reality will return to him, the ‘dreams’ have all ready began, have they not Don? Remember who has the original tape backwards, and all I need 2 do is run it through another recorder with certain other electrical connections in just the right way, and poof, Rod Victoria Serling, back to the astral 4U bud. All this SARA, SORA shit, is just another way 2 control the world, and me, as since I do security work, they can effect my life. But at my old age, I know that U cannot force me 2B a first responder at the next big disaster, but I all ready have my doctor’s note, just in case. U think I am going 2 a place where I will get more poison 2 add to my total toxicity from all this UFO shit done 2 me for 3 decades, and U really R a dummy. One out of 4 that went to the Twin Tower disaster is ill or dead now, and they tell us it is due to mercury from the broken lights. Right, sure, is that the only building imploded, how about old Blue Eyes' place, the Vegas Star Dust, over the weekend. Is mercury poison from all the broken lights going to kill all the wreckers that clean it up? Gimme a fucking break, will-ya? This was not the first time that building was attacked, and any thinking person knows that there was a major reason why the Allahlites wanted 2 wreck it. Some day soon, that closet door will come flying off the hinges, just not yet, I’ll get to exposing these secrets later on. I told U all to go to a website but forgot whether or not I ever gave it 2U, and told U about the remote viewing book and the Far-sight Institute, go to www.courtney@farsight.org and get your friggin’ mind blown.
It seems freedom is getting harder and harder 2 spell, as a teacher in a grade school in New York City was recently fired, for practicing her religion of WICCA. It is all in the Times and Post, the NY, NY papers. U can’t have this or that on your computer, hay I am against child abuse and sex crimes, but when someone in Arizona is sentenced to 200 years for having some naked children on their computer, and never did anything outside in the real world to any one, and they call this a free country, well, hay man, they say a good laugh is good for you, well, thank you for the extra health benefit every time I hear this is a free country. It is a total fucking dictatorship, and I know precisely who the damn hypocritical dictators R. Let me tell U to visit my site and go into the pix and let me try once again 2 explain what hyperspace [HS] is and how with the right device, U can do all kinds of things, but they do not show up unless they R done 2 someone who can never B killed, nor die. Quarks and Leptons are very tiny particles, but much smaller ones than these, ASAPS, or absolute sub-atomic particles also exist. They R so small, that they literally flux in and out of beingness, as dreams attempting 2 escape the void nothingness of infinity. They latch onto an attempted dream pattern, but do not make it, and flux back to void infinity 2 try again, and endlessly flux out again, and eventually they make it, and dreams begin in the astral or light starry worlds of beingness, through this initial process of dreaming out and away from the ever aware void. Now in HS, if 2 universes, one where McGuire shoots me, and one where he does not, are forced close enough together hyper-atomically, you will get the world where a parked car’s grill is one reality, and the gun in his hand closer up, is the other reality. What no one tells U, and the scientists R all sworn to total secrecy upon penalty of pain and death, and this ain’t no joke; if they R with knowledge on levels of clearance going to TOP SECRET and higher. Here is simple truth that I am not afraid to publish, fuck all of U. RADIO FREQUENCY IS BEHIND EVERYTHING, and the ELECTROMAGNETIC SPECTRUM is the true GOD OF ALL OF REALITY, and it does not get simpler than this. It is all just this damn simple!!!!!!!!
All day long, endless chemtrailing, not only all over, but when I go anywhere, a brand new one goes right over me, precisely zenithing me with a bright huge messy piece of shit. Very soon, all U scum will pay 4 this endless abuse. Many natural disasters R on the horizon, huge earthquakes R coming, twisters will tear up everything, and floods and wild fires, baby, U ain’t seen a thing. All I have to do is work my whittle magic, and you’ll C planes and choppers go down left and right, and will all B very very sorry, and I do not work 4 the Manhattan Board of Education; and there is not one thing U can do 2 me.
Message to the AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION:
I have every right 2 defend myself against vicious evil twisted monsters that have carved a mountain out of my soul, and put dynamite in my mouth and lit the fuse, laughing while I blow into bits, bites, and maggots. Remember, it is not anyone’s job to judge my level of sanity. Many of the people on my law suit list R there 4 misfeasance and malfeasance, as they have illegally done this to me.
Message to my friend Karen S.
I’ll B over soon to CYI haven’t heard from U. I am a realist and must wonder if due to some of my troubles and woes being obviously gaming related, and hubby is connected with gaming through the CC Commission, I do not wish 2 place U in a difficult position, yet if he and or U were politely threatened by them not to assist me, it sure would help me launch my Civil Rights law suit, and U’d no longer need 2 worry about J’s retirement $, I would get 8-10 figures, and gladly would give U ten M$ for helping me in providing evidence 2 the proper authorities in order 2 assist me in winning my eventual lawsuit.
MESSAGE TO THE GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL:
I know U do not believe me, even the gods do not, let alone all these mortals whom U totally own and control, by your way of looking at things. Your friend Mr. Murray from Burlington/Florence, NJUSAESMWG, this area HS, told me that I am the most arrogant mortal he and the rest of his cousin-family have ever encountered. U do not understand that I am the reason this is all here and that upline in hyper-line space, a girl named Sarah Krassle, was thinking of her upline ‘that-boy’, or the up-line me, and this is why all of this is here, all of the physicality's, the phase two astral through her entering as we all do, into our own dream-creations. If I am so stupid and arrogant, and factually ignorant, than first off, Y am I so important 2U and all of your group, and Y is the 1/3 of the group that broke away from U so hellbent on my total destruction? Y did they steal the equivalent value in USD of 500 trillion from the First Akoslem Bank of Ricktown’s capitol city, and influenced my father to sell out? Y is the great lightning goddess willing to live with me in Ricktown Manor? Y does she love me and even share codes with me on the Earth? What other mortal does she care enough about 2 do all of this with? Even 270 years ago when I was dreaming I was Franklin, she and I shared something very special, and all of you godsdamn prick shit eating bastard mother incestrallites know I am speaking only the truth. If lightning did not care about me, why does she warn me by turning street lights off and on at night in certain ways and patterns that only she and I know about? Why if I am just an egocentric Trump-twin, did Trump name his boat after Donna after I made that tape and copyrighted it, and why do all the ads on radio and TV, and all the shows, endlessly use me, tease me, and mock me, if I am such an arrogant little nothing piece of worthless shit as U’d all have me believe????
Message to Mr. ES
U deserve 100 MK in DOGTOWN, and I am working on having your sentence of 37, upped to 100. I 2 have connections in very high places, don’t get excited Ms. J. Arcadia. My stuff is real. They don’t say, cut, print, that’s a wrap; when my day ends. My eternity is eternity, and it doesn’t end. B prepared 2 lose the teams 2 my ownership once I prove in court all of the evil monstrous horrendous despicable things that U and your pals have all done 2 me for over 21 years.
Message to DS
U said U wanted to know my sound, and understand what it all is about. OK, so here is what U have wanted 4 so long. U have been used by Scylla and her human world friends, even your 2 tall friendly white-boy friends, they R all BRIGGER CULTISTS. More than 6% of Hollywooders have knowingly participated in devil worship and child sacrifice, not always to the death, but we are talking major abuse. U say how U love kids and cats and dogs, so let this poor old dog tell U that some of your best friends, behind your back R as innocent in all this sacrifice stuff as I am guilty of having a lovely life. Also, when U packed meat, remember the weird guy hanging around, that was not me by the way, but if U ever saw the opening of NIGHT OF THE TWISTERS, MTM Productions, remember the guy with the radio whistling and seeming 2 know something about the twisters, it was all over his face. Not all people R really people, and U know your problem with water was all caused when U made contact with water queen Sarah Callio. Your mom was still dreaming here when she asked me why I did something to you. If U tell me some day what she meant, and what I did; I will tell U all about my signal.
Message 2 SCM the WATER QUEEN VIQUEEN
I kept my promise, and will keep it forever, even on the day U beg me not 2. The only way I will ever break our covenant is if U yourself want this with all your heart. You did not have to imprison me like you did in the whale’s belly, I get the message, I know UR the most powerful entity on the planet and far beyond, and may I add, the loveliest, BEG.
Message to the future and the future of the Morianity Foundation:
May the gods help you, U will need it, and soon the evidence of real world disaster will begin 2 surface. This SORA thing is also because the owners and controllers of this planet, know a lot more than they ever will admit to. They won’t even let people in on the Olympian Airships, HS, the EMS, the disinformation of SIFI, and on and on, in reiteration, may the gods HELP US ALL. In the holy name and blood of my 61st grand daddy’s uncle!!!!!!!!!!
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Friday, March 09, 2007
Movement
Stage # 59
The absolute worst death milituforce siege is all over me and yesterday and today, March the 8th and 9th, R worse than it has ever been in the past 25 years, and I have had nothing but super off the dial botbar days all through the entire month of March, and dating back to the last days of February, 10 or more straight days of hellishness that U would not B able 2 survive. I have planes and choppers all over and all around me today and yesterday the entire skies were filled to the rim with poisonous kemtrails that did havoc 2 my health, both my bowels and heart rhythm were effected, nothing but constant utility harassment's R occurring, constant cut outs on home theater, remote control interference through illegal high frequency range directional controlled radio interference, and the list is so endless, that it is easier 4 me just 2 say that, “what did these evil filthy incestrallites NOT do 2 me”, as this makes it simpler and truer. No punches were pulled and no wrestling holds were barred. Donald Trump, Ed Snyder, Frank and Sarah Callio, Robert McGuire, and all others listed on all of my DYING MANS UTTERANCES AND DECLARATIONS, on the Blogger.com site, and the www.morianity-foundation.com sites, R all included, all persons listed, are responsible in one way or another, for my torture for 3 decades, leading 2 my demise and eventual murder. My survivors including my guru and web master, Ed Himacane, R legally empowered to take legal action against these persons, and have legal access to carefully hidden documentation proving many persons in the UNITED STATES MILITARY and the UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT, also R to B named in the civil law suit as co-defendants, and the jury award will B most likely split up as a judgment debt, 2B paid by the characters that eventually get convicted of these heinous crimes. The kemtrails and planes and choppers are off the scale between Camden and Atlantic City in New Jersey, both today and yesterday, and today the chemtrails R a little less, but the noisy aerial harassment is major. This is how they got the filthy Flyers 2 win and the Dow up over and over the last couple of weeks, as I told U that they will use me 2 gain it all back, and was, as always, totally correct.
Machine mind is the most powerful secret, if our enemies over there, knew one tiny bit of what I do, terrorism would never again B done with blood and guts methodologies, not when the total and absolute disruption of the entire world economy can B done with a few tiny secrets. UC, the Allahlites think that Stacey is telling them 2 use violence, and this is because they do not know her the way I do. She hates all of this, but loves anyone who does even what she hates, if they totally believe in their hearts of hearts that it indeed is what she wants, misguided as it is. But the USA still is blessed with all the power, because they, even though they do not recognize the real truth about her, they have the magical thing under their control, and despite world counter opinion, I know what I am saying is all totally true and accurate. This magic thing is ATLANTIC CITY, her city, she chose this place in human world locale, where it all is going 2 happen around. People can believe all they want that I am wrong. First, I have shown U that there is a powerful STARGATE if I may use this word, down on the great TENNESSEE AVENUE, there, in AC, NJ. Look at Mick-Gee’s hand in the photo where he suddenly and instantly appears right there at my old clunker car on his street, holding his gun and is caught on the picture, just as he is about 2 aim and shoot, both myself and Eddie H. Dead. When I was Testing 4 my SORA exam, question # 18, same numbers as the day in July of 96 that Sarah was born into physicality, was also influenced and hacked by the MACHINE-MIND, and the word RATIO was in the question. But guess what the word was spelled as in the SORA test, you got it baby love, RATION. I had 2 hold back a raucous laugh when B4 the test, the examiner/tester, informed the class, “oh and by the way, in question #18, the word is ratio, not ration. Just now, I had 2 correct it, or it would have spelled it ration twice, this is all part of machine mind, and when I tell U that part of the invasion of our physical realm by the world of the spiritual/land of the dead/astral/whatever U wish 2 think of it as, it is more real and more dangerous than U can begin 2 understand.
I made an error on a prior blog, ETTOS attack this time, control of my mind by these astral scumbag entities, and said that to increase your efficient usage of the ASAPARTEK, using cards to converse with cosmos, to ask questions and get reliable predictions and answers and B right more often than wrong, use the enhanced tool along with what I taught U all, by waiting for 2 correct [C] or 2 incorrect [I], responses 2 occur, and then use a 1-2-4 mini-martingale, so that U will win on 3, 4 and 5 strings. This was an error, as obviously I meant 2 say that U will win on all 2, 3, and 4 strings of I’s and C’s. The occasional times of 5 or greater strings of correct or incorrect responses will B far less overall than the wins generated by 2,3, and 4 strings, unlike when applying this with regular roulette play such as strings of follows, or strings of reds, and so forth, DO NOT attempt using this 4 that, as U will never find your ass again. But 5 and greater strings of being right or wrong in what the quantum-cards tell U, R indeed quite a rare occurrence, causing U of course to be minus 7, resulting from -1,-2, and -4. For every -7, U will get about +10.8, more than compensating 4 any house edge effect from the zeros. If all of your questions 2 your cards R indeed, should I bet black to win next spin, or even, or high, etc., then wait for when the cards give U 2 times in a row correct or incorrect responses. Now starting with the first of the 3 maximum requests of your cards, bet the 1-2-4 unit mini-mart betting strategy, 4 example, if your base or starting bet is ten bucks, your bets would B, $10, $20, $40. As long as any of these 3 bets wins, and U stop on that, and begin all over again waiting 4 a string of either 2 [C’s], or 2 [I”s]; you will win your base bet amount of $10.00. At worst, U will win roughly ten of these B4 losing the 7 units of $70.00 in the case of a base bet of $10.00. Hence, $100.00 won minus $70.00 lost is $30.00 profit. Using one loss and ten wins as a long run average of netting U this thirty smacks, this is 11 spins making you 30 dollars, per $10.00 of base betting level. So if your base level is green chips worth $25.00, your 3 bets R now $25.00, $50.00, and $100.00. Now every eleven spins in long run average will produce $300.00 $U. But watch out when I use the word, SPINS. First I mean times that U place bets, and this system does not bet all spins, and thus UR not sitting down at a table, in fact UR walking around, shuffling cards, silently questioning your quantum-card decks, writing down your C/I strings, and other pertinent things, and then walking back 2 your table or any table, and after 2 strings of Corrects or In-corrects, U place your next bet. Example, Twice I ask my cards if I should play Even 2 win at my next table, any table. Twice I would have been right, as #2, followed by #35, both black numbers, came out. Now I have 2 correct answers, or a C-2 string, After all C-2 or I-2 strings, bet that the string will break, and B thereby either a 2, or 3, or a 4 string, as 5 and greater strings will lose U 7 units. You ask if I should go high next time, #’s 19-36? Your cards give U a ‘NO’ response. OK, this means that your cards R telling U to bet for a LOW outcome at whatever table U go 2 next and the ball still is in play and the event is bettable. Walk away instantly if U start 2 bet and hear the dealer say “NO MORE BETS”, or else it will interfere with the cosmic currents of what UR attempting 2 do. OK, you get your LOW 1-18 bet down and lose with 30 red even high coming out. You lost your first of 3 possible bets and R on the 100 dollar base betting level of 100/200/400. Now U must ask the same quantum-card deck another question. U ask now, should I bet ODD. The cards give you a ‘YES’ response. U now find a table waiting 2 go into action, and get 200 smacks or 2 black color chips on the ODD area on the game layout. The number comes out 21 odd red high, winning U 200, and since U lost 100, you now made $100.00. Never change card decks when in the middle of any stringing questioning sequences. Each and every deck that U use is totally separate from each other, and none of them R in any way running in the same currents of quantitative energy, relative 2 what UR doing with these decks of cards. Just 4 mentioning a tiny bit of this to someone during lunch break at r\the SORA class yesterday the 8th, when I walked out of the building, I took an aerial siege like I have not seen in a quarter of a fucking century, but even when I do not talk, they love to torment and torture me, so what the fuck really is the damn difference? The very first of the 3 days in the class around 11:30AM some enemy in the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITE CLUB OF SUBSCUM, or MOCOS, should B snot sucking mucus as that is what both they and their rotten mother’s R, but aniwho, they thought it was real funny 2 set off a fire alarm in the building. I can count on this, as it happened every time I ever took a girl to a hotel room back in the nineties, and in many other situations that R2 numerous 2 name presently, as they know that they can get away with this, so they do it, it is just that fucking simple, they are total fucking jerk offs!!!! I leave the building and walk up towards the beach from the building where the classes were held in North Atlantic City, and 2 thumb in the ass kemtrails started crossing over me in the skies directly above me from left north, heading right south. Their maturity level would need B compared 2 a 4 year old retarded cat!!!!!!!!!!!! But all the shit they did 2 me, ok so it is getting the market to fly right back up as I all ready told you all that it will do, it is all programmed into the cosmeventuallity of the big picture equation. Nothing has been left undone. All day and night, around the fucking clock, these dirt ball incestrallites R blowing light bulbs out in my residence, wrecking any enjoyment that I attempt to have while watching my home theater by constantly sending illegal radio signals into my place and scrambling things so that will not properly operate, effect my body through isolated DNA toxins inside the kemtrails that R genetically engineered and designed 2 effect only my DNA leaving those around my proximity virtually untouched.
Imagine what they will B doing to hurt me if the American Civil Liberties Union won’t get on board and assist me soon? Starting with 1990 and going 110%=, here R the DOW JONES numbers: 90----3614, 91----3975, 92----4373, 93----4810, 94----5291, 95----5820, 96----6402, 97----7043, 98----7747, 99----8521, 2000----9374, 01----10311, 02----11342, 03----12476, 04----13724, 05----15096, 06----16606, 07----18267, 08----20093. It will nearly double eventually and before the decade is over 4 crissake!!!!!! Statistical math is science, ans as Ed Green on LAW AND ORDER says, “U can’t even argue with that”. So, thanks 2 my parallel event nightmare that the evil BRIGGER CULT is behind, my doom is fate-sealed. Phillies started out nice, sure they did, but now thanx to all the hell they R putting me through, notice, as I said, they R going 2 total shit, WHAT THE FUCK ELSE IS NEW??????????? A cool dude named Bruce who loved 2 cheat me in Monopoly games back in 1972 and 1973, took a pen apart and cut the top off of the ink plastic holder, placed it onto the capstan of a cassette recorder and told me to say something. I had no idea at 17 or 18, that doing this expanded the area that the tape was sliding through, and speeding it up. He hit rewind and took out the piece of cut plastic from the recorder and told me 2 play it back. I almost got a heart attack. We took our trick into school and got teachers and students alike 2 say things and then we would play it back, making them sound like a huge mafia thug, as naturally, with the machine running the programmed sound at a slower speed than when it was recorded, made us all sound wild and cool, and kind of thug-like, U know, tough with real low voices. The speed altered with this trick, not a lot, just enough however, so as to keep the speech intelligible and not too absurd, yet wo, did it sound cool. This was how I began creating made up characters and conversing with them, keeping the pen piece out when I would speak, and add it in when the other character spoke. This is how Shorty MacInvondi got created, along with other details not mentionable today, as I must go off shortly to work, and time is very limited.
The laws of magnetic percentage state basically that however an event commences and continues, determines how it will complete. It is 6:55 PM and the death angel just passed by me on the right side, when this happens, left or right side, normal hearing cuts out, and is instantly replaced by a nasty high whining sound from deep within the ear. Death does not come from outside, but inside, and so does life. It is not legal 4 me to get too specific here, but right now, I have a formula to take, you put about 5 teaspoonful dosages into your orange or grape juice, mix it up, drink it down, and lie down and go to sleep. You will not wake up for 6 hours. In these 6 hours, U can do anything U want with no limitation, from an inner world, the real one, the astral one, what ever U call it. I cannot use, admit to using, offer to another, attempt to patent, and the list is endless, on what I cannot do by law of the great US of A, yet in these 6 hours, an entire lifetime can B lived and talk about heaven, U name it, it is yours and U can do it and have it, again, with limitations, even a blind or deaf person, can see and hear and is not in any way inhibited by physical world limitations, gravity, pain, death, and on and on. It is a simple formula, and I could bring the world endless joy. But our god, the great SSJKK, has told our invading controllers to never permit its usage. Just try telling someone in a large group, the beginnings of it, and U can get the hell beat out of U. All of everything is controlled. This god wants us all miserable, tells us we all R sinners and no good, and eating from the tree of life and knowledge brings us pain and death. All I can add to much of this 4 right now is, believe it or not, she is not lying 2 anyone, Stacey is not a liar, and believe me, she detests prevaricators. Now, if we all R using Sports and Entertainment traps 2 lose and distract ourselves, what is the difference or the big wrong in my formula? Simple, it is mine. U cannot begin 2 grasp the full power 2 much of what I say and this is why after MFMS 60 ends, MORIANITY will end. The site will live, but on it will B my last and final blog, no, not the message to the mortal world, they R not listening. I know who is, and I know what must now B done. Nothing will B chapter named nor numbered in any way, just opened for the record with the date and time as we mortals recognize this time dimension here on this planet. I have an atomically duplicated or kerlian copy, KECO, as we call it in much of the hyper-spacial transdimensionality, of your special weapon Mister McGuire. What U do not know is that I wrote a letter to Mr. Hawking and told about your great secrets that all of you sick invading monstrous filth are trying 2 keep back and away from all the rest of us, but you have been exposed. Copies R in 4 Swiss safety deposit boxes, 2 in Commerce Bank accounts, none under my name, and ten R buried in the pine barrens of New Jersey about 4 feet deep, inside strong boxes. This worm hole thing, your mighty secret, is all coming out, and soon, I will prove to the inhabitants of the world, just who the all mighty God is here on Earth, in a human form. You will only control her a little while longer, and from one dog to another, bottom one to top one, it will all come out soon, every detail. You may have one of the family on your staff and under Lamist Brigger Cult control, but I am telling the big secret now, and if the SS wants 2 come and take me away, B my guest. First, sea water and blood is the same thing except 4 one tiny missing ingredient that keeps them from not being, oil. A precise unknown formula can mix the right amount of oil with ordinary sea water, and in a process involving running electricity into the mix at certain voltages and frequencies, it becomes blood plasma, after-all, we all came from the sea, our real mother, the great Sarah-Stacey. When I shortly do something, the world will go up side down, and they know it, and this is why a plane is currently taking Eddie Himacane’s roof off, and has been circling now for 10 minutes or so, at 7:20PM.
The scum bags broke into my residence last weekend and broke my fan, then they pushed a button on the back of my digital clock called the centinal switch, changing the hour readout display to give the time in a military way, example, after 12:59 PM, it went to 13:00, not 1P. Last night they blew 2 lamp bulbs while I was asleep, each 25 watters, and I awakened around 4 in the fucking morning in total darkness. Crissake, is Ambien trying to drive me so nuts I tell some really huge secrets about the drug industry, stuff that my old pal Mr. Trudeau does not even know???? Soon, the world will know so many dirty secrets, no closet will B sufficient 2 hide in. There R 3 women, now extremely famous, that all threatened 2 gang rape me when I was in a park not that long ago late last century. Makes U wonder Y some of them out there R pulling these crazy BS stunts, does it not? U do not want 2 know what I could say here. Entire families R usually nuts when the offspring's R, and mental illness, still hidden in closets, since people R so mean and nasty about so many things that they do not fully or even partially grasp, but not that long ago, hidden to the point of death, mental illnesses were always known to run in families. They do not run as in genetically, that is total bull shit. 99% of illnesses like this R being caused those that R indeed afflicted by it, only the few brain damaged cases from accident or births, R really legitimate mental illnesses. All this other shit is caused, and being intentionally done to and given to us. I would not say what I am not able to prove, but KS, I am a bit disappointed in my best friend. U of all people know I am being tortured inside a created nightmare, and need 4U to assist me with what we talked about 3 weeks or so back. My only chance is the promotion of my website to higher page and place positions, and I will get the money needed at any cost, if I have to cheat and use my future knowledge to do it. B on the look out KS, and C how the news anchors and remote reporters R getting more and more tongue tied as they attempt 2 report certain things, not all things, but notice that when it happens, it is always close to things where I could B related very near in one way or another 2 what is being said. This may B harder 2 swallow than a horse pill, but if any human should ever try to get on the air and say anything about me or anything pertaining to any of the things that I know and talk about, and connect it directly back to me, within 30 seconds, a zeepee exim destruct would occur, and the only thing left in this solar system would B chunks of broken asteroids that used 2B inhabitable worlds. I speak the truth, as I was told this by the GMC. They think they own this, and do not believe when I tell them that SSJKK is really the owner/controller. Very soon, an event will occur, and people will begin to rethink a lot of things, and that is all I am willing to impart unto pain of torture and death.
What happened 2 me in 1996 at Haddonwood at the outside pool with the giant controlled integretronized flies cannot all B told ever, but these large flies have been multiwave oscillated and can never die out of physicality. Also they have learned how to turn themselves into large black planes and helicopters, when enough of them get together. This world was invaded by us when we started inventing machines that played around way too much with radio frequency generation. Get all the books written by JAMES REDFIELD, and just start there. Telephones were invented to communicate with the astral planes, and I basically use them 4 this purpose, rarely use them to talk to people here in this realm.
Once I awaken the all MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS, her memories will B in tact and she will come and take me away with her, after totally destroying anyone, or any world, that even tries to get in her way. Can any of U imagine trying to patent my machine that can turn any old person back to 20 again and keep them there? Can anyone begin 2C the panic and the craziness that would immediately ensue? Sooner or later, some jag-off who is scared 2 die, will approach me and ask 4 me to integretronize them with my multiwave oscillation cellular integrenitrizer device. All it is is a simple separation of north and south pole radio frequency all along the EMS, electromagnetic spectrum, and then it cancels all south polarized signals harmful to cellular life, and radiates all possible north ones up and down like a giant arm sliding up and down a giant piano with a million octaves on each side of the existing ones on a current piano, and of course, a step-up 100,000 watt power transformer, a neutralization MRI tunnel, a few gismos to keep the patient from being exposed to a few rads, and now since all cells are programmed perfectly to B what they R and remain endlessly dividing and multiplying like the cancerous ones automatically do, each have frequencies that keep them on track, balanced, and vibrant so 2 speak, but crunching the numbers 2 locate the ones to do this would take the best computers of tomorrow centuries 2 figure out. So since no north pole frequencies are cellularly destructive, just either neutral or the correct key that fits the locks, we isolate out all the destructive south polarizations and slide the scales with great amounts of power until all the cells in the magnetic resonance imaging tunnel have been completely re-programmed and totally effected by the radio frequency generation that programmed them into beingness in the first place. My machine is in 24 pieces, none of which R in my residence, and only I know exactly how 2 put it together and make it properly operate. Over the weekend last week, all my colored Christmas lights, that I use year round, as colored light is an automatic mood elevator, suddenly brightened to 3 times their norms, and grew deep pink in hue, and after 5 seconds, returned to normal as if nothing ever happened. Then the phone rings and I pick it up. A voice says to me, “if pink is not pretty enough, how about purple”. Then, click, and soon after, just a dial tone. Ever since, I am getting loud static on my line, and strange sounds of other types as well. When I try to call to retrieve a message from the Verizon answer call system, if the siege is bad as it has lately really been bad, I always hear a loud ‘CLINK’ sound right B4 the opening message welcoming me to their service. When I am not under the super siege, I do not, and as I have repeatedly said, we opened the door into their world through radio frequency, and the invasion began, basically around the end of the 19 forties, same as the rash of UFO sightings, none of which by any means is a coincidence.
I am tired and hungry, and must work tonight, I could tell so fucking much if I had more time, but the clocks R indeed ticking, so BROWN COW KALI, my teen queen BEG, I beg U2 stop hating me so much, U loved me back in the 19 sixties. Remember, I don’t think I can go for any of this, and I can B invisible around U all over, not just while U cross those RR tracks in your car with your girl friend ten years ago. Just when U think I am not there KALI, there I am BROWN EYED GIRL.
The absolute worst death milituforce siege is all over me and yesterday and today, March the 8th and 9th, R worse than it has ever been in the past 25 years, and I have had nothing but super off the dial botbar days all through the entire month of March, and dating back to the last days of February, 10 or more straight days of hellishness that U would not B able 2 survive. I have planes and choppers all over and all around me today and yesterday the entire skies were filled to the rim with poisonous kemtrails that did havoc 2 my health, both my bowels and heart rhythm were effected, nothing but constant utility harassment's R occurring, constant cut outs on home theater, remote control interference through illegal high frequency range directional controlled radio interference, and the list is so endless, that it is easier 4 me just 2 say that, “what did these evil filthy incestrallites NOT do 2 me”, as this makes it simpler and truer. No punches were pulled and no wrestling holds were barred. Donald Trump, Ed Snyder, Frank and Sarah Callio, Robert McGuire, and all others listed on all of my DYING MANS UTTERANCES AND DECLARATIONS, on the Blogger.com site, and the www.morianity-foundation.com sites, R all included, all persons listed, are responsible in one way or another, for my torture for 3 decades, leading 2 my demise and eventual murder. My survivors including my guru and web master, Ed Himacane, R legally empowered to take legal action against these persons, and have legal access to carefully hidden documentation proving many persons in the UNITED STATES MILITARY and the UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT, also R to B named in the civil law suit as co-defendants, and the jury award will B most likely split up as a judgment debt, 2B paid by the characters that eventually get convicted of these heinous crimes. The kemtrails and planes and choppers are off the scale between Camden and Atlantic City in New Jersey, both today and yesterday, and today the chemtrails R a little less, but the noisy aerial harassment is major. This is how they got the filthy Flyers 2 win and the Dow up over and over the last couple of weeks, as I told U that they will use me 2 gain it all back, and was, as always, totally correct.
Machine mind is the most powerful secret, if our enemies over there, knew one tiny bit of what I do, terrorism would never again B done with blood and guts methodologies, not when the total and absolute disruption of the entire world economy can B done with a few tiny secrets. UC, the Allahlites think that Stacey is telling them 2 use violence, and this is because they do not know her the way I do. She hates all of this, but loves anyone who does even what she hates, if they totally believe in their hearts of hearts that it indeed is what she wants, misguided as it is. But the USA still is blessed with all the power, because they, even though they do not recognize the real truth about her, they have the magical thing under their control, and despite world counter opinion, I know what I am saying is all totally true and accurate. This magic thing is ATLANTIC CITY, her city, she chose this place in human world locale, where it all is going 2 happen around. People can believe all they want that I am wrong. First, I have shown U that there is a powerful STARGATE if I may use this word, down on the great TENNESSEE AVENUE, there, in AC, NJ. Look at Mick-Gee’s hand in the photo where he suddenly and instantly appears right there at my old clunker car on his street, holding his gun and is caught on the picture, just as he is about 2 aim and shoot, both myself and Eddie H. Dead. When I was Testing 4 my SORA exam, question # 18, same numbers as the day in July of 96 that Sarah was born into physicality, was also influenced and hacked by the MACHINE-MIND, and the word RATIO was in the question. But guess what the word was spelled as in the SORA test, you got it baby love, RATION. I had 2 hold back a raucous laugh when B4 the test, the examiner/tester, informed the class, “oh and by the way, in question #18, the word is ratio, not ration. Just now, I had 2 correct it, or it would have spelled it ration twice, this is all part of machine mind, and when I tell U that part of the invasion of our physical realm by the world of the spiritual/land of the dead/astral/whatever U wish 2 think of it as, it is more real and more dangerous than U can begin 2 understand.
I made an error on a prior blog, ETTOS attack this time, control of my mind by these astral scumbag entities, and said that to increase your efficient usage of the ASAPARTEK, using cards to converse with cosmos, to ask questions and get reliable predictions and answers and B right more often than wrong, use the enhanced tool along with what I taught U all, by waiting for 2 correct [C] or 2 incorrect [I], responses 2 occur, and then use a 1-2-4 mini-martingale, so that U will win on 3, 4 and 5 strings. This was an error, as obviously I meant 2 say that U will win on all 2, 3, and 4 strings of I’s and C’s. The occasional times of 5 or greater strings of correct or incorrect responses will B far less overall than the wins generated by 2,3, and 4 strings, unlike when applying this with regular roulette play such as strings of follows, or strings of reds, and so forth, DO NOT attempt using this 4 that, as U will never find your ass again. But 5 and greater strings of being right or wrong in what the quantum-cards tell U, R indeed quite a rare occurrence, causing U of course to be minus 7, resulting from -1,-2, and -4. For every -7, U will get about +10.8, more than compensating 4 any house edge effect from the zeros. If all of your questions 2 your cards R indeed, should I bet black to win next spin, or even, or high, etc., then wait for when the cards give U 2 times in a row correct or incorrect responses. Now starting with the first of the 3 maximum requests of your cards, bet the 1-2-4 unit mini-mart betting strategy, 4 example, if your base or starting bet is ten bucks, your bets would B, $10, $20, $40. As long as any of these 3 bets wins, and U stop on that, and begin all over again waiting 4 a string of either 2 [C’s], or 2 [I”s]; you will win your base bet amount of $10.00. At worst, U will win roughly ten of these B4 losing the 7 units of $70.00 in the case of a base bet of $10.00. Hence, $100.00 won minus $70.00 lost is $30.00 profit. Using one loss and ten wins as a long run average of netting U this thirty smacks, this is 11 spins making you 30 dollars, per $10.00 of base betting level. So if your base level is green chips worth $25.00, your 3 bets R now $25.00, $50.00, and $100.00. Now every eleven spins in long run average will produce $300.00 $U. But watch out when I use the word, SPINS. First I mean times that U place bets, and this system does not bet all spins, and thus UR not sitting down at a table, in fact UR walking around, shuffling cards, silently questioning your quantum-card decks, writing down your C/I strings, and other pertinent things, and then walking back 2 your table or any table, and after 2 strings of Corrects or In-corrects, U place your next bet. Example, Twice I ask my cards if I should play Even 2 win at my next table, any table. Twice I would have been right, as #2, followed by #35, both black numbers, came out. Now I have 2 correct answers, or a C-2 string, After all C-2 or I-2 strings, bet that the string will break, and B thereby either a 2, or 3, or a 4 string, as 5 and greater strings will lose U 7 units. You ask if I should go high next time, #’s 19-36? Your cards give U a ‘NO’ response. OK, this means that your cards R telling U to bet for a LOW outcome at whatever table U go 2 next and the ball still is in play and the event is bettable. Walk away instantly if U start 2 bet and hear the dealer say “NO MORE BETS”, or else it will interfere with the cosmic currents of what UR attempting 2 do. OK, you get your LOW 1-18 bet down and lose with 30 red even high coming out. You lost your first of 3 possible bets and R on the 100 dollar base betting level of 100/200/400. Now U must ask the same quantum-card deck another question. U ask now, should I bet ODD. The cards give you a ‘YES’ response. U now find a table waiting 2 go into action, and get 200 smacks or 2 black color chips on the ODD area on the game layout. The number comes out 21 odd red high, winning U 200, and since U lost 100, you now made $100.00. Never change card decks when in the middle of any stringing questioning sequences. Each and every deck that U use is totally separate from each other, and none of them R in any way running in the same currents of quantitative energy, relative 2 what UR doing with these decks of cards. Just 4 mentioning a tiny bit of this to someone during lunch break at r\the SORA class yesterday the 8th, when I walked out of the building, I took an aerial siege like I have not seen in a quarter of a fucking century, but even when I do not talk, they love to torment and torture me, so what the fuck really is the damn difference? The very first of the 3 days in the class around 11:30AM some enemy in the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITE CLUB OF SUBSCUM, or MOCOS, should B snot sucking mucus as that is what both they and their rotten mother’s R, but aniwho, they thought it was real funny 2 set off a fire alarm in the building. I can count on this, as it happened every time I ever took a girl to a hotel room back in the nineties, and in many other situations that R2 numerous 2 name presently, as they know that they can get away with this, so they do it, it is just that fucking simple, they are total fucking jerk offs!!!! I leave the building and walk up towards the beach from the building where the classes were held in North Atlantic City, and 2 thumb in the ass kemtrails started crossing over me in the skies directly above me from left north, heading right south. Their maturity level would need B compared 2 a 4 year old retarded cat!!!!!!!!!!!! But all the shit they did 2 me, ok so it is getting the market to fly right back up as I all ready told you all that it will do, it is all programmed into the cosmeventuallity of the big picture equation. Nothing has been left undone. All day and night, around the fucking clock, these dirt ball incestrallites R blowing light bulbs out in my residence, wrecking any enjoyment that I attempt to have while watching my home theater by constantly sending illegal radio signals into my place and scrambling things so that will not properly operate, effect my body through isolated DNA toxins inside the kemtrails that R genetically engineered and designed 2 effect only my DNA leaving those around my proximity virtually untouched.
Imagine what they will B doing to hurt me if the American Civil Liberties Union won’t get on board and assist me soon? Starting with 1990 and going 110%=, here R the DOW JONES numbers: 90----3614, 91----3975, 92----4373, 93----4810, 94----5291, 95----5820, 96----6402, 97----7043, 98----7747, 99----8521, 2000----9374, 01----10311, 02----11342, 03----12476, 04----13724, 05----15096, 06----16606, 07----18267, 08----20093. It will nearly double eventually and before the decade is over 4 crissake!!!!!! Statistical math is science, ans as Ed Green on LAW AND ORDER says, “U can’t even argue with that”. So, thanks 2 my parallel event nightmare that the evil BRIGGER CULT is behind, my doom is fate-sealed. Phillies started out nice, sure they did, but now thanx to all the hell they R putting me through, notice, as I said, they R going 2 total shit, WHAT THE FUCK ELSE IS NEW??????????? A cool dude named Bruce who loved 2 cheat me in Monopoly games back in 1972 and 1973, took a pen apart and cut the top off of the ink plastic holder, placed it onto the capstan of a cassette recorder and told me to say something. I had no idea at 17 or 18, that doing this expanded the area that the tape was sliding through, and speeding it up. He hit rewind and took out the piece of cut plastic from the recorder and told me 2 play it back. I almost got a heart attack. We took our trick into school and got teachers and students alike 2 say things and then we would play it back, making them sound like a huge mafia thug, as naturally, with the machine running the programmed sound at a slower speed than when it was recorded, made us all sound wild and cool, and kind of thug-like, U know, tough with real low voices. The speed altered with this trick, not a lot, just enough however, so as to keep the speech intelligible and not too absurd, yet wo, did it sound cool. This was how I began creating made up characters and conversing with them, keeping the pen piece out when I would speak, and add it in when the other character spoke. This is how Shorty MacInvondi got created, along with other details not mentionable today, as I must go off shortly to work, and time is very limited.
The laws of magnetic percentage state basically that however an event commences and continues, determines how it will complete. It is 6:55 PM and the death angel just passed by me on the right side, when this happens, left or right side, normal hearing cuts out, and is instantly replaced by a nasty high whining sound from deep within the ear. Death does not come from outside, but inside, and so does life. It is not legal 4 me to get too specific here, but right now, I have a formula to take, you put about 5 teaspoonful dosages into your orange or grape juice, mix it up, drink it down, and lie down and go to sleep. You will not wake up for 6 hours. In these 6 hours, U can do anything U want with no limitation, from an inner world, the real one, the astral one, what ever U call it. I cannot use, admit to using, offer to another, attempt to patent, and the list is endless, on what I cannot do by law of the great US of A, yet in these 6 hours, an entire lifetime can B lived and talk about heaven, U name it, it is yours and U can do it and have it, again, with limitations, even a blind or deaf person, can see and hear and is not in any way inhibited by physical world limitations, gravity, pain, death, and on and on. It is a simple formula, and I could bring the world endless joy. But our god, the great SSJKK, has told our invading controllers to never permit its usage. Just try telling someone in a large group, the beginnings of it, and U can get the hell beat out of U. All of everything is controlled. This god wants us all miserable, tells us we all R sinners and no good, and eating from the tree of life and knowledge brings us pain and death. All I can add to much of this 4 right now is, believe it or not, she is not lying 2 anyone, Stacey is not a liar, and believe me, she detests prevaricators. Now, if we all R using Sports and Entertainment traps 2 lose and distract ourselves, what is the difference or the big wrong in my formula? Simple, it is mine. U cannot begin 2 grasp the full power 2 much of what I say and this is why after MFMS 60 ends, MORIANITY will end. The site will live, but on it will B my last and final blog, no, not the message to the mortal world, they R not listening. I know who is, and I know what must now B done. Nothing will B chapter named nor numbered in any way, just opened for the record with the date and time as we mortals recognize this time dimension here on this planet. I have an atomically duplicated or kerlian copy, KECO, as we call it in much of the hyper-spacial transdimensionality, of your special weapon Mister McGuire. What U do not know is that I wrote a letter to Mr. Hawking and told about your great secrets that all of you sick invading monstrous filth are trying 2 keep back and away from all the rest of us, but you have been exposed. Copies R in 4 Swiss safety deposit boxes, 2 in Commerce Bank accounts, none under my name, and ten R buried in the pine barrens of New Jersey about 4 feet deep, inside strong boxes. This worm hole thing, your mighty secret, is all coming out, and soon, I will prove to the inhabitants of the world, just who the all mighty God is here on Earth, in a human form. You will only control her a little while longer, and from one dog to another, bottom one to top one, it will all come out soon, every detail. You may have one of the family on your staff and under Lamist Brigger Cult control, but I am telling the big secret now, and if the SS wants 2 come and take me away, B my guest. First, sea water and blood is the same thing except 4 one tiny missing ingredient that keeps them from not being, oil. A precise unknown formula can mix the right amount of oil with ordinary sea water, and in a process involving running electricity into the mix at certain voltages and frequencies, it becomes blood plasma, after-all, we all came from the sea, our real mother, the great Sarah-Stacey. When I shortly do something, the world will go up side down, and they know it, and this is why a plane is currently taking Eddie Himacane’s roof off, and has been circling now for 10 minutes or so, at 7:20PM.
The scum bags broke into my residence last weekend and broke my fan, then they pushed a button on the back of my digital clock called the centinal switch, changing the hour readout display to give the time in a military way, example, after 12:59 PM, it went to 13:00, not 1P. Last night they blew 2 lamp bulbs while I was asleep, each 25 watters, and I awakened around 4 in the fucking morning in total darkness. Crissake, is Ambien trying to drive me so nuts I tell some really huge secrets about the drug industry, stuff that my old pal Mr. Trudeau does not even know???? Soon, the world will know so many dirty secrets, no closet will B sufficient 2 hide in. There R 3 women, now extremely famous, that all threatened 2 gang rape me when I was in a park not that long ago late last century. Makes U wonder Y some of them out there R pulling these crazy BS stunts, does it not? U do not want 2 know what I could say here. Entire families R usually nuts when the offspring's R, and mental illness, still hidden in closets, since people R so mean and nasty about so many things that they do not fully or even partially grasp, but not that long ago, hidden to the point of death, mental illnesses were always known to run in families. They do not run as in genetically, that is total bull shit. 99% of illnesses like this R being caused those that R indeed afflicted by it, only the few brain damaged cases from accident or births, R really legitimate mental illnesses. All this other shit is caused, and being intentionally done to and given to us. I would not say what I am not able to prove, but KS, I am a bit disappointed in my best friend. U of all people know I am being tortured inside a created nightmare, and need 4U to assist me with what we talked about 3 weeks or so back. My only chance is the promotion of my website to higher page and place positions, and I will get the money needed at any cost, if I have to cheat and use my future knowledge to do it. B on the look out KS, and C how the news anchors and remote reporters R getting more and more tongue tied as they attempt 2 report certain things, not all things, but notice that when it happens, it is always close to things where I could B related very near in one way or another 2 what is being said. This may B harder 2 swallow than a horse pill, but if any human should ever try to get on the air and say anything about me or anything pertaining to any of the things that I know and talk about, and connect it directly back to me, within 30 seconds, a zeepee exim destruct would occur, and the only thing left in this solar system would B chunks of broken asteroids that used 2B inhabitable worlds. I speak the truth, as I was told this by the GMC. They think they own this, and do not believe when I tell them that SSJKK is really the owner/controller. Very soon, an event will occur, and people will begin to rethink a lot of things, and that is all I am willing to impart unto pain of torture and death.
What happened 2 me in 1996 at Haddonwood at the outside pool with the giant controlled integretronized flies cannot all B told ever, but these large flies have been multiwave oscillated and can never die out of physicality. Also they have learned how to turn themselves into large black planes and helicopters, when enough of them get together. This world was invaded by us when we started inventing machines that played around way too much with radio frequency generation. Get all the books written by JAMES REDFIELD, and just start there. Telephones were invented to communicate with the astral planes, and I basically use them 4 this purpose, rarely use them to talk to people here in this realm.
Once I awaken the all MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS, her memories will B in tact and she will come and take me away with her, after totally destroying anyone, or any world, that even tries to get in her way. Can any of U imagine trying to patent my machine that can turn any old person back to 20 again and keep them there? Can anyone begin 2C the panic and the craziness that would immediately ensue? Sooner or later, some jag-off who is scared 2 die, will approach me and ask 4 me to integretronize them with my multiwave oscillation cellular integrenitrizer device. All it is is a simple separation of north and south pole radio frequency all along the EMS, electromagnetic spectrum, and then it cancels all south polarized signals harmful to cellular life, and radiates all possible north ones up and down like a giant arm sliding up and down a giant piano with a million octaves on each side of the existing ones on a current piano, and of course, a step-up 100,000 watt power transformer, a neutralization MRI tunnel, a few gismos to keep the patient from being exposed to a few rads, and now since all cells are programmed perfectly to B what they R and remain endlessly dividing and multiplying like the cancerous ones automatically do, each have frequencies that keep them on track, balanced, and vibrant so 2 speak, but crunching the numbers 2 locate the ones to do this would take the best computers of tomorrow centuries 2 figure out. So since no north pole frequencies are cellularly destructive, just either neutral or the correct key that fits the locks, we isolate out all the destructive south polarizations and slide the scales with great amounts of power until all the cells in the magnetic resonance imaging tunnel have been completely re-programmed and totally effected by the radio frequency generation that programmed them into beingness in the first place. My machine is in 24 pieces, none of which R in my residence, and only I know exactly how 2 put it together and make it properly operate. Over the weekend last week, all my colored Christmas lights, that I use year round, as colored light is an automatic mood elevator, suddenly brightened to 3 times their norms, and grew deep pink in hue, and after 5 seconds, returned to normal as if nothing ever happened. Then the phone rings and I pick it up. A voice says to me, “if pink is not pretty enough, how about purple”. Then, click, and soon after, just a dial tone. Ever since, I am getting loud static on my line, and strange sounds of other types as well. When I try to call to retrieve a message from the Verizon answer call system, if the siege is bad as it has lately really been bad, I always hear a loud ‘CLINK’ sound right B4 the opening message welcoming me to their service. When I am not under the super siege, I do not, and as I have repeatedly said, we opened the door into their world through radio frequency, and the invasion began, basically around the end of the 19 forties, same as the rash of UFO sightings, none of which by any means is a coincidence.
I am tired and hungry, and must work tonight, I could tell so fucking much if I had more time, but the clocks R indeed ticking, so BROWN COW KALI, my teen queen BEG, I beg U2 stop hating me so much, U loved me back in the 19 sixties. Remember, I don’t think I can go for any of this, and I can B invisible around U all over, not just while U cross those RR tracks in your car with your girl friend ten years ago. Just when U think I am not there KALI, there I am BROWN EYED GIRL.
Friday, March 02, 2007
MOVEMENTSTAGE
# 57, AND NO MORE STUPID RHYMES-
The death siege that I am under is bad beyond words, and this computer is all fucked up, letters missing, space bar not properly spacing, and all sorts of changes and hacks have been done 2 this laptop. All things that go wrong are done by forces not understood at all by mankind, as U all take it 4 granted that age and wearing out is just the norm of things and none of this is the case in reality. I was disappointed the other day that people closest 2 me R allowing themselves 2B influenced by the unimportant things of this world that will all burn up and pass away in their temporal states, and contain no eternal value at all. So I am going to contact Verizon and pay to have my website put higher up on the keyword list in pages and ratings, so that more net surfers can at least log on and either like or dislike Morianity. I will not continue in time wasting efforts. Ed seems 2 think of me as a fool, it is quite insulting. I have a life 2 get on with, and if this project does not produce some kind of results, then it is time to move on,as people always give me this advice, when it so suits them to give it to me. If the few closest people don’t think much of what I am trying 2 do, then I am being nothing more than the absolute fool, and I refuse 2 continue in this nonproductive endeavor.
I have been reamed and pummeled ever since the blue chips got knocked on their fucking ass back on Tuesday, with constant continuous choppers, planes, utility attacks, body attacks, neighborhood attacks, and on and on. Every single time they chopper me to death at my residence during the start of a filthy cheated FLYERS game, they win, as they did last night, snapping a six game losing streak. At 10:10 Callio time, in the morning, a super noisy truck came through my residence area, with some scum bag driver hollering as loud as he could, and making incredible noise and waking me up. Then I turn on the nightly Business Report on Philadelphia’s channel 12 TV station, and sure enough the Dow Jones Stock Market shot down at the opening bell to more than another 200 points, so what do they do, but persecute me to get it back up, it is as dependable and predictable as a thousand dollar clock. Boom, right back up it went after disturbing me, and aerial harassment followed the noise on the ground, typical military filth dirty tactics, a combo air and ground assault, launched in a precise planned execution. On Wednesday, Ed H. and I went down to my security office so I could fill out some paperwork, regarding, no, not Sara, but Sora. Governor Corzine of NJ and all of my Trenton enemies in general as well as local township and county enemies, could all get a double laugh on me, first by inconveniencing me with this school crap and money out of my own pocket 4 my training and additional finger printing, when my prints R all ready on 197 different files in 3 or more states, and probably federally; as when U make security your line of work, this happens; but they make U pay each time, come on, do finger prints change?
People do on occasion try some wild shit like acid burning, cut scaring, and several other methods of attempting to alter or disguise prints, but one look at a persons hands by any law enforcement expert will immediately reveal that my hands are perfectly in order. This all is just more ways 4 the state and everyone else 2 endlessly keep taking all of our money, or what little people in the circles that I move in, have or don’t have, 2 start with. Ed told me just now that he will soon try 2 get a new key pad, as letters and spaces are not coming out as they should, I know when I am not imagining things, I do not have an imagination. It was Ed on Wednesday afternoon who first noticed a low flying red helicopter flying near us. We had just used a credit card 2 purchase gasoline, and then we got on the on ramp for the NJ Parkway, at the Black Horse Pike, right past the MOBIL gasoline station that we just left. They instantly track us through the internet credit system once a card is used 2 purchase anything, I noticed this 10 and 15 years ago, and has been confirmed on shows and movies like LAW AND ORDER, and CONSPERACY THEORY, with Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts. Ed Snyder belongs behind prison bars 4 all the civil rights violations done against me to get his shitty cheating Flyers Hockey team 2 win, and without me 2 hurt and mess with and persecute and harass, they will not win, and they know it, so where was my freaking protection last night people, whoever is seemingly secretly watching me? CY they were able 2 win, U 4 whatever reasons obviously could not B there 2 help me last night or all day, and C how they instantly gained back all the points that they lost on the market with that super ten past ten AM hell siege? There is nothing made up here, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, and if the SECURITIES AND EXCHANGE COMMISSION Office in Manhattan, NY, remains complicit in its malfeasance of enforcing this 2 all B stopped against me, then they as well will B held criminally liable in my joint deep pocked law suit someday, against these twisted sick diseased monsters that have wrecked my entire adult life 4 a quarter of a century. I will sue U all for no less than 30 billion USD, or 4 Jersey Jury Award, which I will remind the grand jury that one exploding gas tank got 5 billion dollars for the dude, and this torture has been endured by me, ruining every facet of my entire adult life, financially, socially, psychologically, and is so awful that I have let all normal things like daily grooming and interests and hobbies, all go by the way side, literally these sick bastards have robbed and raped me out of my life, that was not theirs 2 give nor take away from me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
U must try 2C the fact that life and mysteries work indeed similarly 2 a picture puzzle one might purchase at a game and toy store. U have the picture, so now putting the pieces together, though admitantly is not always a 1-2-3 thing 2 accomplish, still the picture is your guide, and eventually, the puzzle gets done and matches the photo on the puzzle box. I have lived a life in my present and current human existence that I must do the opposite, always, and without a choice. I have to make pieces of life-stuff around me seem to at least in some ways, come or fit together, and then when they do, I draw the pictures that they become. I have no help, no guide, and 4 those remembering the original
Star trek, even the mighty-minded Tallosions, needed a guide to put the young beauty queen ship-crash survivor back together properly, and as they admitted, or she said it, “they had no guide, no way 2 know how 2 properly put me back together”. This is every bit my very similar problem. There are no previously charted waters here, no points of any reference at all in any way. 4 me, all there is 2 do, is carefully examine millions of events and things and interactions happening all around me and at me, and shuffle all sorts of combinations around, eventually, pushing pieces into each other, discarding others all together, retesting, re-examining, and repeating the process, until eventually, at least some small picture of what is going on with me, starts 2 at least form in a small blurry way, still in great need of endless enhancement and improvement, and with more discarded pieces, and more new ones, more shuffling and fitting, and finally, I get some of these great and enlightened answers that U read from my blogs. It did not just tap me on the shoulder and say, hay, it is like this ass hole. Does anyone remember the old black and white Superman show, and the episode of the crooks who could render themselves invisible with some wild light bending device? By carrying a coin that was empowered by this machine, they could B made invisible, or turned back to visibility again. Remember the conversation between Inspector Henderson and Clark Kent, after the incident in the jewelry shop where the door opens and closes by itself, and they later return to Henderson’s office? Kent says to the Inspector, “if we weren’t being realistic, what would B the only logical conclusion to all of this”. Then the Inspector says back to Kent,”That’s easy, the thieves are invisible”, and then let out a laugh. But Kent was not laughing. He knew that when something fits and nothing else does, and it explains things going on around U, then no matter how far out the explanation is, it should not B ruled out, and needs 2B very carefully examined. This same thing is what is forever ongoing with me, but B4 continuing, a strange and spurious occurrence just hit 4 no good reason. The page was moving as though I had my hand held down on the enter key which I definitely did not, and the mouse stopped operating. I did not unplug this mouse from the board, but it got unplugged, and not from the table moving a moment ago as ED suggested, as that happened 5 minutes ago, and then is not when this wild crap happened. Some dirty scummy bastard snake-cum eater did this hack 2 me, and now let me talk about hacks and hackers.
Many people quote this exact sentence, “hackers come from another planet”. Well, this may not B so totally off base, not that any other planet contains anything that would remotely resemble what we on this one would begin 2 equate with life. Still, they do love 2 play GAMES, they are MISCHIEFIOUSLY DESTRUCTIVE, and do things JUST BECAUSE THEY CAN, and these 3 prerequisites R a great starting list in the identification of MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES, OR BIRGGBASE RESIDENTS. GGGffffffffggggggggghhhhhhTTTT, Yea they R fucking hacking me and violating my civil rights as we speak, they changed the printing font that I am attempting 2 use, and this occurred the second that I tried 2 use my mouse 2 correct for the space bar not properly spacing. This is probably the last blog in a while, it is all a joke on me, an I am not laughing. No one is interested in one thing I say, someone who has existed forever an ever.
I started alluding to the field of examining the mind, and now they fucking R hacking the dddddd, cannot make this key work, Ed needs to quit smoking and dropping ash on it. The excuse or pretext 4 them to fuck with some things should never B easily and readily given 2 these cock suckers. Ever since I told all of the human race the truth about radio frequency and all the strange things surrounding this phenomenon, all Dogtown has broken loose 4 me, I am as of today 3 straight fucking super BOTBAR days back 2 back, and going through more hell than anyone can fathom. I have decided 2 throw myself in front of the Gamblers Express Train, sometime this weekend when ‘they’ least expect it, hopefully preventing them from un-creating the event, although I pretty much believe that this process happens 2 me automatically, death just hates my fucking guts, and they love watching me suffer in this sick hellish reality show just too fucking much, but if it works, I will B dead and gone by fucking Monday at 2 Ante’ Meridian. The entertainment world [EW] started not much later than the field of mind study, or psychology. These 2 things are the invader’s tools, they R used by them to LABEL anyone who gets onto what they do and tries to tell about it, read the chapter called, MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT, in the book by Dr. Bruce Goldberg, called, TIME TRAVELLERS FROM OUR FUTURE.
Despite everything they have done 2 me since the tail end of January when things that all ready were very bad 4 me, got quantitatively worse, my roulette remains unaffected. I have played 170 old games that all lost on varying other systems, and have also played 38 additional new games, and even with the green house losses factored into the numbers, my approximate profits in units, which could be $5 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $25 chips, 2 of them, $100 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $500 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, or 4 of them; is more than 220. On single black $100.00 level, this is 100X220 or 22X1 +3 zeros, or 220,000 clams. Average spins per game in this system is about 37. So 37X208 total games=total spins. I will not tell U what this newest system is, but I am happy enough with it 2 tell U that if my suicide this weekend that I have all planned out should fail, sometime by middle March, I will B moving near the shore, and going back to the fucking Atlantic City, not the 'ARLANTIC', error on a prior blog, casinos, and returning 2 my professional roulette playing, fuck all of U. If using ASAPART, and only using SO, or same odds, SONONART, with only 50/50 chance questions asked of numerous QUANTUMCARD decks, winning up to ten times for every 7 times lost, more than making up for 0 and 00 outcomes, can B done consistently simply by employing a [3-stage-mini-martingale], of 1-2-4-units, stopping at all -7 losses, and just waiting for either 2 [C] correct, or 2 [I] incorrect outcomes 2 occur. Then bet that the correct or incorrect outcome string will either B a 3-string, a 4-string, or a 5-string. Never try this on regular play with outside even chance roulette betting, you will get long run play hammered worse than I get hammered by my PARALLEL EVENT PERSECUTOR LAMBRIGG CULTSCUM!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not a system, and is just an additional tool in using the technology of ASAPART, and maybe at a later time, I will go on 2 tell my Morians, if any exist, which I am starting 2 find highly doubtful, about how 2 make this system operate and generate a winning in long run casino play.
Another error from a prior blog from several stage movements back, it was a MILITUFORCE CHOPPER, and not a FOUNDATION CHOPPER that assaulted me, the gods, where was my protection when I needed it this week? The Flyers are the worst lousiest cheating team in the league, and without me to count on 2 persecute, I would need 2C them win a game fair and square, 2 believe it. I know the power of PE, parallel event. In June of 1980, on the very first week, a tape recorder was delivered 2 me, a PANASONICS TECHNICS RS1500US, at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG. It was ordered by me from a Manhattan New York City supplier called MARTIN AUDIO VIDEO. Right after it came by Parcel truck service, and I opened up the box 2 connect it into my complex series of machines and plugs and buses, and on and on, I went 2 bed after coming back from my job at the recording studio, RPL, on my 4:30-1AM, and fell into the strangest and creepiest sleep of my life. I was with the most beautiful brunet giant girl I ever saw in my life, with bright giant sized brown eyes, and long voluminous shinny brilliant light brown hair down past her knees, up from her full height of 6 feet and 7 inches, with sneakers on, and I mean straight and flat. She sang a song 2 me that blew me away, using 3 different instruments, mostly her Enzemeter and her Loot. It was called [LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS]. My entire life changed as a result of getting this Martin Audio/Video store device delivered 2 my residence. MARTIN/O, yeah, MARTIN, then just add the O, as Sarah Callio married MARTINO, and yes, he is a direct relation in a first cousin line to Al Martino, friend of Dean Martin, Old Blue Eyes from HOBO, NJ, and on and on.
Last night’s 8:14 ½ Post Meridian of the clock [O’clock], major crash level zenithing and loud home shaking chopper, cheated their filthy FLYERS into a victory and snapped their 6 GLS. Then earlier 10 hours or so at ten past ten in the morning, the major ground and immediately following aerial sieges, brought the Dow that fell 200 points directly in the short time after the opening bell, right back practically 2 where it was. And U all don’t think that I have a legitimate grievance, complaint, and court case some day, against all these filthy fucking evil turd eating incestrallites, then U need 2 get your heads examined.
Let us examine further the field of mind research and study, psychiatry, psychology, etc. Not only do they figure out how 2 label all of us poor victims of ‘them’ that get picked on , targeted, experimented with, and so forth, but told we have all these psychiatric mental conditions that separate us from the so-called [normal society], that interestingly enough, is decided by none other than them, who is normal, and who is sick, and in need of institutionalizing, or putting into intense therapy's, that usually include mind controlling and manipulating horrific medications, that R all doing so much damage to society in the general overall grand scheme of everything, that there just R not sufficient words 4 me 2 attempt 2 describe it. But the kicker of all the kickers is that the psychiatry field has bigger lobbyists in Washington fighting 4 their agendas 2 get adopted by the lawmakers and powerful controllers of all of our lives, than even the Oil companies. Yes, they have bigger lobbies down there where changes R made and power-muscles are really flexed, than even the oil companies, and this was said on an old episode of the great LAW AND ORDER show, Adam Schiff said this to the DA that McCoy later replaced, Ben Stone, not Mr. Morianity, but Mister Moriority. I often wonder Y they rarely if ever show these old BEN STONE eps, but in my heart feel that this one thing is the reason. This is one hell of a major fact if true, and I doubt this show that tries to stay as true to real cases and case law as is possible 4 television; and hence most likely this is a true fact, and better 4 the public not 2 know this fact, better for the powerful controllers that is. Remember that politically correct means that U believe in the Personal Computer, and accepting without question nor confrontation, any and all things given U by the Powerful Controllers. Godda admit how symbology plays such big parts in things, letters, numbers, all of it, nothing just happens, and just because U do not have the reasons and explanations, means not 4 one flashy second, that they R not indeed there and real, and all part of gargantuan agendas.
My Sarah Callio Until Martino- BAG, [SCUMBAG] enemies, R right back on their roll with me, of using huge MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE TECHNOLOGY, or MPT, making damn-ass sure to Botbar the first and last day of every month, 95-99% of the time, this always occurs, a coincidence U say? Right, sure, OK, uh-huh, be an ass hole, believe you are a tree 4 all I care.
Wanna know a huge secret on Y people today look 10-20 years younger without even being a Hollywood star, between the ages of 30 and 80? U won’t grasp the fullness 2 what I now will impart 2U, but here friggin’ goes. 100 years ago, people stayed basically in one place. 50 years ago, perhaps it was 2 places in a lifetime, and 25 years ago, 4 to 6 was a fair average world wide, and the world averages on this is also believe it or not pretty much not a big spread from us in the USA. Now, people get used 2 seeing people, and if they suddenly aged 2 quickly practically right in front of each other’s eyes, in a few short years, panic would set in that pollution or greenhouse or global warming, or some other total garbage nonsense was killing off the human race and making us get older quicker. Panic would spread, and the PC, powerful controllers and inventors of the political correctness and the society of soulless and heartless personal computers, would begin losing some of their control over a panicking mass population. So since every year since roughly the start of the ‘EIGHTIES’, this moving around 5 times in one lifetime has nearly doubled annually per family, perhaps a small exaggeration, but don’t 2 quickly dismiss this huge secret I now am telling 2 all of U. So if the appearance of people getting older at the once normal pace and rate were permitted by the controllers/invaders, it could lead 2 some degree of a panic, hence 2 some degree of a loss of control of the masses, and believe me, UR all so leashed up and controlled right now, and without even being one bit aware of it, it is beyond nauseating 2 those such as myself, who R able 2C this with total crystal clarity. These PC’s have total power over anything and everything that is either running and or operating in any way at all by means of being ELECTRICAL, MECHANICAL, or BIOLOGICAL, as they R the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Now yes, the Great Scylla Goddess, SSJKK, really has this whole thing as this whole thing is but her thought from her upline world, and in reiteration, she will move on in her upline world on a part of what I term 6th dimensional reality, but all of our infinity is too small to have this ever occur by our frame of reference as we have our existence. But long after our infinity or her thought of us passes in the wink of an eye to her reference frame, she will move ahead in her reality and time, and yes, will die. This concept would get someone in Galileo's time tortured and put to death for sacrilege and heresy, or the gods only know what other charges would B thrown at U. We still R totally in the dark ages. We R in the giddy-up generation still, just because we turn a key now instead of going ye-ha or chitchat, and move a bit faster with more comforts, no real changes at all. When field travel is used and hyper-density fields are set up all over, and people instantly go to NY from Paris, this is all dark age shit 2 me, right down 2 all of these toy computers, and this dumbed down society that wouldn't C a pie 2 their face coming if U slowed the motion down 190 times.
No, the major incident or interaction that was not part of the normal waking world, when my landlady was forcing me 2 sign some fraudulent document, was so bad, and in such vivid color, I did not go back to bed the whole next night and day. I tried to get 2 the State Police barracks, and she was shouting 4 me 2 come back or else she would go into my residence and destroy everything I have. I do not have much, but still, what fucking little one has, they do not wish 2C go down the storm drain or up in smoke. Every time she hassles me in a major way, the Dow flies, and B4 it ever went down this week on Tuesday, late Monday morning around 8-10 or so, this nightmare struck with all the force of a fucking Mack truck.
People can play all the time games they want, but 40 years is 40 years, as is 60 or 75 or 98. Whatever your age is, it is, and that as Ed Green on L&O would say, “is science, U can’t even argue with that”. It is such proof 2 me how insane and waked out all of society in America, and probably most of the Global wealthier societies, really is. If you R 33, UR 33. If you look 44 and had a rough life, well, that is the way it goes. If you are 55 and look 39, with help from lots of phony cuts and slits and pulls, and cosmetics, and hair adds or colorings, hay if some of it is real, great, and if it is phony, well, U know what U really would look like at 2:45 in the morning when awakening 2 take a squirt. Who the bat-crap is anybody fooling. Time is time, and if your house or your body or your car is new or 5 years old, or 105 years old, well, like it or not, that is the freaking reality of it, and U ain’t gonna change nottin'!!!!!!!!!!!!! Existence is not locked into time, and never started nor will ever stop, as time is only a spacial relationship illusion. Death is very final and real when we dream out a friend or a loved one, but try dreaming yourself out, you cannot. Try attending your funeral, it will not work. There is no rest. There is no endless sleep,darkness forever, endless peace, sorry Nicole. It is 4 those left behind still in their dream that now can rest a bit easier since the authorities finally permitted your remains to be buried. There is no way 2 make people on their current level even start to understand the truth that we simply exist at void infinity, and must endlessly dream and interact out and away from this void nothingness, as it is not as though U are oblivious 2 it and are at rest and peace, U know and UR, and that is it, and eventually, U will simply dream into something, and this begins astral existence. To learn how so much more than this life is there and totally real, all I can keep saying is, click into my website, and do not B afraid to ask me anything, I have no doors on my closets, I am the original open book, NO SECRETS. So visit me at www.morianity-foundation.com and C what U have been missing, starting with the total truths and answers 2 all of the questions that ever have plagued mankind. I honestly do not bite, Stacey will tell U that. I have been her dog a very long time. Speaking of this, SORA, not SARA, is all leading up to stuff that if I cannot alter the timeline 2, a horrific attack on AC, NJ, by our not so friendly middle eastern co-planetary-inhabitants, will B carried out before decade’s end, and I will B working 4 the Mayor, when he is back at his old job as Chief of the Beach, and I am head of security for the BEACHES of AC, NJ. If things progress along this timeline the way they have been going, he will B handing me a broom and making my 1983 song called “113 More Shinny Big Moons” come true. He will spit on my shoe, and call me FIREDOG, under his breath, in a mocking way. He will even B in charge of a state regulated Beach Lottery System, of more details I absolutely dare not reveal. I am doing all that I can 2 alter a timeline of events that if unchanged, will lead 2 a final show down of the Mayor and myself. When he murders me on the beach in or around 2009 or 2010, the Atlantic Ocean instantly goes out about ¾ of the way towards the horizon, and then within minutes, comes roaring back in, flooding all the way into Philadelphia and New York City. This is no joke, and Magnesonic does not cause this, as it has recently this winter caused so much violent weather activity, and remember Al Jolson, as it is very pertinent here. Sarah-Stacey Krassle loves me very much Mr. Honorable Mayor, so if I cannot stop this from happening, please take all of this as a friendly piece of advice, and don’t fuck with me. Same goes for mafioso C/M and all the rest of these lovely turds in this lovely city. Scylla has many plans for her human world city, but she may wreck it and then influence its total rebuilding. In many parallel realities, he calls me Firedog and mocks me, and makes me sweep sand on the beach and clean barnacles off piers and pilings. SSJKK is not happy at all with this. Remember, that many of our dreaming's occur on the astral world with our dream or soul body, the bibles of the world mostly agree on a word, GLORIFIED. When we take our dream body to the astral realms this is one entirely different thing than when we take it onto our own as well as many parallel realities, and to the dream body, U exist as the recessant and not the dominant, and is why dreams feel in many cases as though we R watching a movie. We R really coexisting in hyperspace, in a waking personality of us, that is physical and hence has the dominant control. Right now there could easily B millions of other U’s in their unlimited and countless other twinallities to your existence, existing as U go through your waking world day, inhabited by millions of ghost-like recessant's. UR the one that is in waking physicality, so U dominate. However, learning 2 become aware of these conditions, and developing more and more sensitivity to them, can permit an entity 2 become quite proficient at psychic things such as prophecy, duality or dual awareness, conscious astral movements, ‘travel’, and numerous other abilities that will start 2 feel as natural 2U in time as breathing is 2U at the current time.
Soon, I will advertise with Verizon DSL 2 get my website placed higher up on the list for the net surfers, and then with streaming video and audio, really start a website that will prove 2 all current doubters, just how totally real and honest my true story and life is. I have no freaking reason 2 lie.
Brown haired and brown eyed girl 1010 Call Cally Cow Kali Callio, I will CU later, lighthouse queen, and true head of the VI-QUEENS. If I decide 2 bring your memories back and end the whole world, all I need do is one simple thing, so if they keep pushing me much further, the portents may B just around the corner in the next decade. BYE-BYE.
The death siege that I am under is bad beyond words, and this computer is all fucked up, letters missing, space bar not properly spacing, and all sorts of changes and hacks have been done 2 this laptop. All things that go wrong are done by forces not understood at all by mankind, as U all take it 4 granted that age and wearing out is just the norm of things and none of this is the case in reality. I was disappointed the other day that people closest 2 me R allowing themselves 2B influenced by the unimportant things of this world that will all burn up and pass away in their temporal states, and contain no eternal value at all. So I am going to contact Verizon and pay to have my website put higher up on the keyword list in pages and ratings, so that more net surfers can at least log on and either like or dislike Morianity. I will not continue in time wasting efforts. Ed seems 2 think of me as a fool, it is quite insulting. I have a life 2 get on with, and if this project does not produce some kind of results, then it is time to move on,as people always give me this advice, when it so suits them to give it to me. If the few closest people don’t think much of what I am trying 2 do, then I am being nothing more than the absolute fool, and I refuse 2 continue in this nonproductive endeavor.
I have been reamed and pummeled ever since the blue chips got knocked on their fucking ass back on Tuesday, with constant continuous choppers, planes, utility attacks, body attacks, neighborhood attacks, and on and on. Every single time they chopper me to death at my residence during the start of a filthy cheated FLYERS game, they win, as they did last night, snapping a six game losing streak. At 10:10 Callio time, in the morning, a super noisy truck came through my residence area, with some scum bag driver hollering as loud as he could, and making incredible noise and waking me up. Then I turn on the nightly Business Report on Philadelphia’s channel 12 TV station, and sure enough the Dow Jones Stock Market shot down at the opening bell to more than another 200 points, so what do they do, but persecute me to get it back up, it is as dependable and predictable as a thousand dollar clock. Boom, right back up it went after disturbing me, and aerial harassment followed the noise on the ground, typical military filth dirty tactics, a combo air and ground assault, launched in a precise planned execution. On Wednesday, Ed H. and I went down to my security office so I could fill out some paperwork, regarding, no, not Sara, but Sora. Governor Corzine of NJ and all of my Trenton enemies in general as well as local township and county enemies, could all get a double laugh on me, first by inconveniencing me with this school crap and money out of my own pocket 4 my training and additional finger printing, when my prints R all ready on 197 different files in 3 or more states, and probably federally; as when U make security your line of work, this happens; but they make U pay each time, come on, do finger prints change?
People do on occasion try some wild shit like acid burning, cut scaring, and several other methods of attempting to alter or disguise prints, but one look at a persons hands by any law enforcement expert will immediately reveal that my hands are perfectly in order. This all is just more ways 4 the state and everyone else 2 endlessly keep taking all of our money, or what little people in the circles that I move in, have or don’t have, 2 start with. Ed told me just now that he will soon try 2 get a new key pad, as letters and spaces are not coming out as they should, I know when I am not imagining things, I do not have an imagination. It was Ed on Wednesday afternoon who first noticed a low flying red helicopter flying near us. We had just used a credit card 2 purchase gasoline, and then we got on the on ramp for the NJ Parkway, at the Black Horse Pike, right past the MOBIL gasoline station that we just left. They instantly track us through the internet credit system once a card is used 2 purchase anything, I noticed this 10 and 15 years ago, and has been confirmed on shows and movies like LAW AND ORDER, and CONSPERACY THEORY, with Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts. Ed Snyder belongs behind prison bars 4 all the civil rights violations done against me to get his shitty cheating Flyers Hockey team 2 win, and without me 2 hurt and mess with and persecute and harass, they will not win, and they know it, so where was my freaking protection last night people, whoever is seemingly secretly watching me? CY they were able 2 win, U 4 whatever reasons obviously could not B there 2 help me last night or all day, and C how they instantly gained back all the points that they lost on the market with that super ten past ten AM hell siege? There is nothing made up here, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, and if the SECURITIES AND EXCHANGE COMMISSION Office in Manhattan, NY, remains complicit in its malfeasance of enforcing this 2 all B stopped against me, then they as well will B held criminally liable in my joint deep pocked law suit someday, against these twisted sick diseased monsters that have wrecked my entire adult life 4 a quarter of a century. I will sue U all for no less than 30 billion USD, or 4 Jersey Jury Award, which I will remind the grand jury that one exploding gas tank got 5 billion dollars for the dude, and this torture has been endured by me, ruining every facet of my entire adult life, financially, socially, psychologically, and is so awful that I have let all normal things like daily grooming and interests and hobbies, all go by the way side, literally these sick bastards have robbed and raped me out of my life, that was not theirs 2 give nor take away from me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
U must try 2C the fact that life and mysteries work indeed similarly 2 a picture puzzle one might purchase at a game and toy store. U have the picture, so now putting the pieces together, though admitantly is not always a 1-2-3 thing 2 accomplish, still the picture is your guide, and eventually, the puzzle gets done and matches the photo on the puzzle box. I have lived a life in my present and current human existence that I must do the opposite, always, and without a choice. I have to make pieces of life-stuff around me seem to at least in some ways, come or fit together, and then when they do, I draw the pictures that they become. I have no help, no guide, and 4 those remembering the original
Star trek, even the mighty-minded Tallosions, needed a guide to put the young beauty queen ship-crash survivor back together properly, and as they admitted, or she said it, “they had no guide, no way 2 know how 2 properly put me back together”. This is every bit my very similar problem. There are no previously charted waters here, no points of any reference at all in any way. 4 me, all there is 2 do, is carefully examine millions of events and things and interactions happening all around me and at me, and shuffle all sorts of combinations around, eventually, pushing pieces into each other, discarding others all together, retesting, re-examining, and repeating the process, until eventually, at least some small picture of what is going on with me, starts 2 at least form in a small blurry way, still in great need of endless enhancement and improvement, and with more discarded pieces, and more new ones, more shuffling and fitting, and finally, I get some of these great and enlightened answers that U read from my blogs. It did not just tap me on the shoulder and say, hay, it is like this ass hole. Does anyone remember the old black and white Superman show, and the episode of the crooks who could render themselves invisible with some wild light bending device? By carrying a coin that was empowered by this machine, they could B made invisible, or turned back to visibility again. Remember the conversation between Inspector Henderson and Clark Kent, after the incident in the jewelry shop where the door opens and closes by itself, and they later return to Henderson’s office? Kent says to the Inspector, “if we weren’t being realistic, what would B the only logical conclusion to all of this”. Then the Inspector says back to Kent,”That’s easy, the thieves are invisible”, and then let out a laugh. But Kent was not laughing. He knew that when something fits and nothing else does, and it explains things going on around U, then no matter how far out the explanation is, it should not B ruled out, and needs 2B very carefully examined. This same thing is what is forever ongoing with me, but B4 continuing, a strange and spurious occurrence just hit 4 no good reason. The page was moving as though I had my hand held down on the enter key which I definitely did not, and the mouse stopped operating. I did not unplug this mouse from the board, but it got unplugged, and not from the table moving a moment ago as ED suggested, as that happened 5 minutes ago, and then is not when this wild crap happened. Some dirty scummy bastard snake-cum eater did this hack 2 me, and now let me talk about hacks and hackers.
Many people quote this exact sentence, “hackers come from another planet”. Well, this may not B so totally off base, not that any other planet contains anything that would remotely resemble what we on this one would begin 2 equate with life. Still, they do love 2 play GAMES, they are MISCHIEFIOUSLY DESTRUCTIVE, and do things JUST BECAUSE THEY CAN, and these 3 prerequisites R a great starting list in the identification of MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES, OR BIRGGBASE RESIDENTS. GGGffffffffggggggggghhhhhhTTTT, Yea they R fucking hacking me and violating my civil rights as we speak, they changed the printing font that I am attempting 2 use, and this occurred the second that I tried 2 use my mouse 2 correct for the space bar not properly spacing. This is probably the last blog in a while, it is all a joke on me, an I am not laughing. No one is interested in one thing I say, someone who has existed forever an ever.
I started alluding to the field of examining the mind, and now they fucking R hacking the dddddd, cannot make this key work, Ed needs to quit smoking and dropping ash on it. The excuse or pretext 4 them to fuck with some things should never B easily and readily given 2 these cock suckers. Ever since I told all of the human race the truth about radio frequency and all the strange things surrounding this phenomenon, all Dogtown has broken loose 4 me, I am as of today 3 straight fucking super BOTBAR days back 2 back, and going through more hell than anyone can fathom. I have decided 2 throw myself in front of the Gamblers Express Train, sometime this weekend when ‘they’ least expect it, hopefully preventing them from un-creating the event, although I pretty much believe that this process happens 2 me automatically, death just hates my fucking guts, and they love watching me suffer in this sick hellish reality show just too fucking much, but if it works, I will B dead and gone by fucking Monday at 2 Ante’ Meridian. The entertainment world [EW] started not much later than the field of mind study, or psychology. These 2 things are the invader’s tools, they R used by them to LABEL anyone who gets onto what they do and tries to tell about it, read the chapter called, MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT, in the book by Dr. Bruce Goldberg, called, TIME TRAVELLERS FROM OUR FUTURE.
Despite everything they have done 2 me since the tail end of January when things that all ready were very bad 4 me, got quantitatively worse, my roulette remains unaffected. I have played 170 old games that all lost on varying other systems, and have also played 38 additional new games, and even with the green house losses factored into the numbers, my approximate profits in units, which could be $5 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $25 chips, 2 of them, $100 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $500 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, or 4 of them; is more than 220. On single black $100.00 level, this is 100X220 or 22X1 +3 zeros, or 220,000 clams. Average spins per game in this system is about 37. So 37X208 total games=total spins. I will not tell U what this newest system is, but I am happy enough with it 2 tell U that if my suicide this weekend that I have all planned out should fail, sometime by middle March, I will B moving near the shore, and going back to the fucking Atlantic City, not the 'ARLANTIC', error on a prior blog, casinos, and returning 2 my professional roulette playing, fuck all of U. If using ASAPART, and only using SO, or same odds, SONONART, with only 50/50 chance questions asked of numerous QUANTUMCARD decks, winning up to ten times for every 7 times lost, more than making up for 0 and 00 outcomes, can B done consistently simply by employing a [3-stage-mini-martingale], of 1-2-4-units, stopping at all -7 losses, and just waiting for either 2 [C] correct, or 2 [I] incorrect outcomes 2 occur. Then bet that the correct or incorrect outcome string will either B a 3-string, a 4-string, or a 5-string. Never try this on regular play with outside even chance roulette betting, you will get long run play hammered worse than I get hammered by my PARALLEL EVENT PERSECUTOR LAMBRIGG CULTSCUM!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not a system, and is just an additional tool in using the technology of ASAPART, and maybe at a later time, I will go on 2 tell my Morians, if any exist, which I am starting 2 find highly doubtful, about how 2 make this system operate and generate a winning in long run casino play.
Another error from a prior blog from several stage movements back, it was a MILITUFORCE CHOPPER, and not a FOUNDATION CHOPPER that assaulted me, the gods, where was my protection when I needed it this week? The Flyers are the worst lousiest cheating team in the league, and without me to count on 2 persecute, I would need 2C them win a game fair and square, 2 believe it. I know the power of PE, parallel event. In June of 1980, on the very first week, a tape recorder was delivered 2 me, a PANASONICS TECHNICS RS1500US, at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG. It was ordered by me from a Manhattan New York City supplier called MARTIN AUDIO VIDEO. Right after it came by Parcel truck service, and I opened up the box 2 connect it into my complex series of machines and plugs and buses, and on and on, I went 2 bed after coming back from my job at the recording studio, RPL, on my 4:30-1AM, and fell into the strangest and creepiest sleep of my life. I was with the most beautiful brunet giant girl I ever saw in my life, with bright giant sized brown eyes, and long voluminous shinny brilliant light brown hair down past her knees, up from her full height of 6 feet and 7 inches, with sneakers on, and I mean straight and flat. She sang a song 2 me that blew me away, using 3 different instruments, mostly her Enzemeter and her Loot. It was called [LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS]. My entire life changed as a result of getting this Martin Audio/Video store device delivered 2 my residence. MARTIN/O, yeah, MARTIN, then just add the O, as Sarah Callio married MARTINO, and yes, he is a direct relation in a first cousin line to Al Martino, friend of Dean Martin, Old Blue Eyes from HOBO, NJ, and on and on.
Last night’s 8:14 ½ Post Meridian of the clock [O’clock], major crash level zenithing and loud home shaking chopper, cheated their filthy FLYERS into a victory and snapped their 6 GLS. Then earlier 10 hours or so at ten past ten in the morning, the major ground and immediately following aerial sieges, brought the Dow that fell 200 points directly in the short time after the opening bell, right back practically 2 where it was. And U all don’t think that I have a legitimate grievance, complaint, and court case some day, against all these filthy fucking evil turd eating incestrallites, then U need 2 get your heads examined.
Let us examine further the field of mind research and study, psychiatry, psychology, etc. Not only do they figure out how 2 label all of us poor victims of ‘them’ that get picked on , targeted, experimented with, and so forth, but told we have all these psychiatric mental conditions that separate us from the so-called [normal society], that interestingly enough, is decided by none other than them, who is normal, and who is sick, and in need of institutionalizing, or putting into intense therapy's, that usually include mind controlling and manipulating horrific medications, that R all doing so much damage to society in the general overall grand scheme of everything, that there just R not sufficient words 4 me 2 attempt 2 describe it. But the kicker of all the kickers is that the psychiatry field has bigger lobbyists in Washington fighting 4 their agendas 2 get adopted by the lawmakers and powerful controllers of all of our lives, than even the Oil companies. Yes, they have bigger lobbies down there where changes R made and power-muscles are really flexed, than even the oil companies, and this was said on an old episode of the great LAW AND ORDER show, Adam Schiff said this to the DA that McCoy later replaced, Ben Stone, not Mr. Morianity, but Mister Moriority. I often wonder Y they rarely if ever show these old BEN STONE eps, but in my heart feel that this one thing is the reason. This is one hell of a major fact if true, and I doubt this show that tries to stay as true to real cases and case law as is possible 4 television; and hence most likely this is a true fact, and better 4 the public not 2 know this fact, better for the powerful controllers that is. Remember that politically correct means that U believe in the Personal Computer, and accepting without question nor confrontation, any and all things given U by the Powerful Controllers. Godda admit how symbology plays such big parts in things, letters, numbers, all of it, nothing just happens, and just because U do not have the reasons and explanations, means not 4 one flashy second, that they R not indeed there and real, and all part of gargantuan agendas.
My Sarah Callio Until Martino- BAG, [SCUMBAG] enemies, R right back on their roll with me, of using huge MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE TECHNOLOGY, or MPT, making damn-ass sure to Botbar the first and last day of every month, 95-99% of the time, this always occurs, a coincidence U say? Right, sure, OK, uh-huh, be an ass hole, believe you are a tree 4 all I care.
Wanna know a huge secret on Y people today look 10-20 years younger without even being a Hollywood star, between the ages of 30 and 80? U won’t grasp the fullness 2 what I now will impart 2U, but here friggin’ goes. 100 years ago, people stayed basically in one place. 50 years ago, perhaps it was 2 places in a lifetime, and 25 years ago, 4 to 6 was a fair average world wide, and the world averages on this is also believe it or not pretty much not a big spread from us in the USA. Now, people get used 2 seeing people, and if they suddenly aged 2 quickly practically right in front of each other’s eyes, in a few short years, panic would set in that pollution or greenhouse or global warming, or some other total garbage nonsense was killing off the human race and making us get older quicker. Panic would spread, and the PC, powerful controllers and inventors of the political correctness and the society of soulless and heartless personal computers, would begin losing some of their control over a panicking mass population. So since every year since roughly the start of the ‘EIGHTIES’, this moving around 5 times in one lifetime has nearly doubled annually per family, perhaps a small exaggeration, but don’t 2 quickly dismiss this huge secret I now am telling 2 all of U. So if the appearance of people getting older at the once normal pace and rate were permitted by the controllers/invaders, it could lead 2 some degree of a panic, hence 2 some degree of a loss of control of the masses, and believe me, UR all so leashed up and controlled right now, and without even being one bit aware of it, it is beyond nauseating 2 those such as myself, who R able 2C this with total crystal clarity. These PC’s have total power over anything and everything that is either running and or operating in any way at all by means of being ELECTRICAL, MECHANICAL, or BIOLOGICAL, as they R the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Now yes, the Great Scylla Goddess, SSJKK, really has this whole thing as this whole thing is but her thought from her upline world, and in reiteration, she will move on in her upline world on a part of what I term 6th dimensional reality, but all of our infinity is too small to have this ever occur by our frame of reference as we have our existence. But long after our infinity or her thought of us passes in the wink of an eye to her reference frame, she will move ahead in her reality and time, and yes, will die. This concept would get someone in Galileo's time tortured and put to death for sacrilege and heresy, or the gods only know what other charges would B thrown at U. We still R totally in the dark ages. We R in the giddy-up generation still, just because we turn a key now instead of going ye-ha or chitchat, and move a bit faster with more comforts, no real changes at all. When field travel is used and hyper-density fields are set up all over, and people instantly go to NY from Paris, this is all dark age shit 2 me, right down 2 all of these toy computers, and this dumbed down society that wouldn't C a pie 2 their face coming if U slowed the motion down 190 times.
No, the major incident or interaction that was not part of the normal waking world, when my landlady was forcing me 2 sign some fraudulent document, was so bad, and in such vivid color, I did not go back to bed the whole next night and day. I tried to get 2 the State Police barracks, and she was shouting 4 me 2 come back or else she would go into my residence and destroy everything I have. I do not have much, but still, what fucking little one has, they do not wish 2C go down the storm drain or up in smoke. Every time she hassles me in a major way, the Dow flies, and B4 it ever went down this week on Tuesday, late Monday morning around 8-10 or so, this nightmare struck with all the force of a fucking Mack truck.
People can play all the time games they want, but 40 years is 40 years, as is 60 or 75 or 98. Whatever your age is, it is, and that as Ed Green on L&O would say, “is science, U can’t even argue with that”. It is such proof 2 me how insane and waked out all of society in America, and probably most of the Global wealthier societies, really is. If you R 33, UR 33. If you look 44 and had a rough life, well, that is the way it goes. If you are 55 and look 39, with help from lots of phony cuts and slits and pulls, and cosmetics, and hair adds or colorings, hay if some of it is real, great, and if it is phony, well, U know what U really would look like at 2:45 in the morning when awakening 2 take a squirt. Who the bat-crap is anybody fooling. Time is time, and if your house or your body or your car is new or 5 years old, or 105 years old, well, like it or not, that is the freaking reality of it, and U ain’t gonna change nottin'!!!!!!!!!!!!! Existence is not locked into time, and never started nor will ever stop, as time is only a spacial relationship illusion. Death is very final and real when we dream out a friend or a loved one, but try dreaming yourself out, you cannot. Try attending your funeral, it will not work. There is no rest. There is no endless sleep,darkness forever, endless peace, sorry Nicole. It is 4 those left behind still in their dream that now can rest a bit easier since the authorities finally permitted your remains to be buried. There is no way 2 make people on their current level even start to understand the truth that we simply exist at void infinity, and must endlessly dream and interact out and away from this void nothingness, as it is not as though U are oblivious 2 it and are at rest and peace, U know and UR, and that is it, and eventually, U will simply dream into something, and this begins astral existence. To learn how so much more than this life is there and totally real, all I can keep saying is, click into my website, and do not B afraid to ask me anything, I have no doors on my closets, I am the original open book, NO SECRETS. So visit me at www.morianity-foundation.com and C what U have been missing, starting with the total truths and answers 2 all of the questions that ever have plagued mankind. I honestly do not bite, Stacey will tell U that. I have been her dog a very long time. Speaking of this, SORA, not SARA, is all leading up to stuff that if I cannot alter the timeline 2, a horrific attack on AC, NJ, by our not so friendly middle eastern co-planetary-inhabitants, will B carried out before decade’s end, and I will B working 4 the Mayor, when he is back at his old job as Chief of the Beach, and I am head of security for the BEACHES of AC, NJ. If things progress along this timeline the way they have been going, he will B handing me a broom and making my 1983 song called “113 More Shinny Big Moons” come true. He will spit on my shoe, and call me FIREDOG, under his breath, in a mocking way. He will even B in charge of a state regulated Beach Lottery System, of more details I absolutely dare not reveal. I am doing all that I can 2 alter a timeline of events that if unchanged, will lead 2 a final show down of the Mayor and myself. When he murders me on the beach in or around 2009 or 2010, the Atlantic Ocean instantly goes out about ¾ of the way towards the horizon, and then within minutes, comes roaring back in, flooding all the way into Philadelphia and New York City. This is no joke, and Magnesonic does not cause this, as it has recently this winter caused so much violent weather activity, and remember Al Jolson, as it is very pertinent here. Sarah-Stacey Krassle loves me very much Mr. Honorable Mayor, so if I cannot stop this from happening, please take all of this as a friendly piece of advice, and don’t fuck with me. Same goes for mafioso C/M and all the rest of these lovely turds in this lovely city. Scylla has many plans for her human world city, but she may wreck it and then influence its total rebuilding. In many parallel realities, he calls me Firedog and mocks me, and makes me sweep sand on the beach and clean barnacles off piers and pilings. SSJKK is not happy at all with this. Remember, that many of our dreaming's occur on the astral world with our dream or soul body, the bibles of the world mostly agree on a word, GLORIFIED. When we take our dream body to the astral realms this is one entirely different thing than when we take it onto our own as well as many parallel realities, and to the dream body, U exist as the recessant and not the dominant, and is why dreams feel in many cases as though we R watching a movie. We R really coexisting in hyperspace, in a waking personality of us, that is physical and hence has the dominant control. Right now there could easily B millions of other U’s in their unlimited and countless other twinallities to your existence, existing as U go through your waking world day, inhabited by millions of ghost-like recessant's. UR the one that is in waking physicality, so U dominate. However, learning 2 become aware of these conditions, and developing more and more sensitivity to them, can permit an entity 2 become quite proficient at psychic things such as prophecy, duality or dual awareness, conscious astral movements, ‘travel’, and numerous other abilities that will start 2 feel as natural 2U in time as breathing is 2U at the current time.
Soon, I will advertise with Verizon DSL 2 get my website placed higher up on the list for the net surfers, and then with streaming video and audio, really start a website that will prove 2 all current doubters, just how totally real and honest my true story and life is. I have no freaking reason 2 lie.
Brown haired and brown eyed girl 1010 Call Cally Cow Kali Callio, I will CU later, lighthouse queen, and true head of the VI-QUEENS. If I decide 2 bring your memories back and end the whole world, all I need do is one simple thing, so if they keep pushing me much further, the portents may B just around the corner in the next decade. BYE-BYE.
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About Me
- Name: theansweristheqyuestion
- Location: hammonton, new jersey, United States
Not
boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly
say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived
here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with
awareness
REPOST OF CHAPTER ELEVEN WITH INSERTS, MORIANITY PART 5, KING NEBNOOSHOO
MOUNTAINPEN, AKA MARK WAYNE MOHR
©
BLOG URLS OF MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2013
MORIANITY
PART FIVE, CHAPTER 11, INCLUDES REPOSTS OF OLD BLOGS AS WELL:
moonlight,
and all of the 1986 music projects and compensating 4 power
and capitalism by cooling down the heat factor, all this
was planned, and not by the big (K), in any form. Paula, U
will never escape me, UR my VIQUEEN, UR not going anywhere,
and U will have 2 kill me 2 get rid of me. Thank U4 coming
2 me and stealing my chain with the long hair and not the
short hair. But if U had come 2 me with the short hair,
then would love still B4 carpenters? That is the secret
that only your mighty daughter has the answers 2, or as Mel
would say, and not the treasure hunter WHO DID, destroy my
parents and my damn family, DAWN MARIE KING, but the other
Mel, the one with the answers, when she gets the mighty
key, huh Mister Dworkin????????????????? Hay, is the D
workin’? Here is a strange D that is not working? I have
not seen my flocks of DEEDEE buzzards 4 moths now, what is
going on Sarah-Stacey, U lovely giant teenaged pipe runner
U. Don’t die Copyright Office, this story is only
starting, and Karen Love knows this only 2 darn well.
Governor, I’m back all right, and I am HERE, and I am not
leaving, so get ready 4 the hugest mightiest natural
disaster in the history of this planet, as it is right
around the corner. They cannot block the beams from the
moon, or the planes, or the curly haired daughters from me
forever, peeps, U ALL KNOW THE SCORE UNLESS U HAVE BEEN
HIDING IN CAVES every time that any small portions of
brains R passed out. END TRANSMISSION, SOMEBODY IS GONNA B
REAL SORRY, REAL/E SOON!!
ENDING
TRANSMISSION, YO:
AND
NOW FOLKS, I AM GOING TO BE STARTING THE PRESENT TIME NON CUT
AND PASTED BLOGGING TRANSMISSION:
Well
again folks, another Sunday, fire alarms going off one after
the other after days without them, doors banging in and out
from my dirt bag fucking nabes across the cunt eating hallway
from me ever since the start of the afternoon, IT IS EVERY
MOTHER FUCKING SUNDAY, and hopefully my new attorney of the
future is watching all of this go down live in real cunt eating
time, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is 7 minutes shy of three now this
afternoon, on March seventeen, in 2013, good old rotten
SUNDAYS, and good old rotten ass fucking shitty MARCH, JUST
LIKE I SAID ALL ALONG, AND TOLD YOU, HUH, LOVELY GINA, MY
PRETTY, OR JUST MY NON-OZ ARM BREAKER OF THE 90′S!!!!!!!
Well, folks, the firetruck is here and AGAIN, has stopped abnd
deactivated the mother fucking fire alarm. Every single time
there is either a loud outside sound or a fire alarm inside the
building,. It is perfectly conjoined and commingled too
perfectly not to fucking all be part of some preplanned
conspiracy to persecute me, my nabes also begin slamming doors
and making lots of their own noise. It is every time, and has
happened over and over countless times now. We all now how
mister Ed and Patty Duke, and Joe Friday, and Dreaming
Jeannie’s, and banged up hup-caps and block party Scummer’s
all fit into this, there’s no other way to fucking explain
things, with this twisted Scylla and her great family and
fiends/friends, ‘whatever’, Congressman Rob Andrews. I AM
used to this endless fucking punishment, oh great dog Foods of
the world, yes sir, I AM very used to all of this, right
not-son-of-SAM, the Highview freaking bloody shoe maintenance
man, YO YO YO YO????????????
Maybe
I need to post this as parts, and not as a whole, as I cannot
get it all up. Let me try something else here folks. I have it
up on Word-Press, but cannot post it to blogger.
None
of you have any idea what is going on with me and the IF, or
(Interaction forces), as they pertain to my sanctioning from
living a normal life. But one thing tells me I have a small
laugh out of this. Countries like Misses
Mobile Korea of the AT&T eighties, they know,
because they can relate. I don’t accuse America, or its
powerful great citizens of anything, but I am not stupid, and
it does fucking offend the hell out of me that you all think
you can do all of this to me all this time, and I don’t have
a clue what is going on, like I’m nothing but a fucked up
total ass retard or something,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
received a telephone call back on Monday morning from the
recording place that I have been going to since the end of
2010, while living up on 26th Street and
Avenue E, at the home operated by the weird social worker and
her weird father, April Lee and Raymond Bailey, with that very
wild corporate name that would appear on canceled rent checks.
But rather than go off on nine billion fucking tangents, let’s
stick to the topic at hand. This shows my life is beyond those
Serling high piano notes, as once I say anything, each part of
it is a story, inside another story, inside another story, and
seemingly on without any end in god dam sight, good folks,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But back to the Avalon Studio.
I
was called by my engineer on Monday morning and told that they
no longer will be operating as they did before, and that the
BonJovi technology that they are known globally for, will be
all they will be concentrating on, it is something that
enhances sound, and has applications in numerous fields, from
aviation to medical to you name it, and recording music is not
going to be done any more. They are the only studio in the
county, and that wraps up my doing anything in music. However,
since we had a deal that I was coming over in the middle of May
to do another project and pay for the old project from a year
ago, and since they are dismantling everything now, my entire
project is ‘on the house’, sort of like a big professional
gambler being comped by the casino, only real high rollers
would get a 500 dollar or better deal, so I on one hand have
lost a lot, but on the other, have saved a lot. Still, I hate
taking things for free, but if I did not go and get my CD, it
would just be destroyed and lost, so yesterday, Friday late
afternoon, I went to pick it up around just shy of four of the
clock. It is the best thing that they ever did for me, even
though the magic art of what I could do a long time ago cannot
seemingly be duplicated, it is very good. Remember, it is a
real song and not a harmony track, yet a three or four second
part of a 1984 telephone conversation, all digitally cleaned
up, was used to get a pretty dam good sampling of the harmony
track, and is a lot better than what I posted up on the
paulaking2011 channel on Youtube back on December 18, of 2012.
It is not posted up, not is anything else down. I am in a very
Lilian Green type of situation, and I doubt if she is reading
this, that she has a clue what I mean, and I know that no on
else does, but I do not ever forget anything, right down to
hearing her on a telephone speaking of these things, while I
could not make up my mind about signing a lease to live in the
Public Housing building in Atlantic City back around 2002
somewhere around the summer time, and she said to the person
that she was speaking to, something about a power struggle, and
was giving me that wild look simultaneously, that only Mary
Tyler Moore and her friends on that network understand and get
all this, as it matches the look on the face of the dude in
that movie from 1996 called, “Night of the Twisters”, and
the heavyset man standing outside the bank in town, and the
dude who was just denied a loan, if that sounds familiar to
anyone, was walking out, Mister Hatch, and he was holding a
radio and standing there staring like he knew something that
nobody else did, and on the radio was a weather bulletin
regarding the approaching wild weather into their area. David
Roth and I called these type of strange peeps that we would
encounter as well, only in our real life, ”Pop Ups”, and
or, “Send Backs”. I won’t go postal here with this, but I
know that an entire book could be written on just what I have
opened up right here on this short one little blog about these
type of incidents, and the movie on the MTM Network from good
old time travel rubberepairman 1996, who was a boy then, and
can still come to me as a boy and does, only in 2010 down here
in Florida, my memory, AGAIN was fucked with big time, and who
are we talking about, Mister Ed Duke Patty?????????????????? It
is time I tell you that I know exactly what happened that day
as I was filling the coolers with Gatorade up at the great
twenty-fifth Street, http://www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/
Yes folks, I have a daughter who goes beyond any possible way
for me to adequately describe, and she knows it, and I also
know that she knows that I know it. Yes, I said THAT, not WHAT,
imagine that, it was typed before I could even stop myself, so
I figure, let’s leave it on here,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
took a short nap, it is now nearly half past seven on Saturday
morning, and my area is under a chemtrail attack, not a real
bad one, but it is out there, as it was yesterday as well, but
by mid afternoon, was all for the most part, dissipating away.
There is no real magic to the chemtrail phenomenon other than
for the fact that it is used as a harassment and a health
destroyer, as these jet fuels are a mixture of kerosine’s and
propane’s and other nasty shit, and when they dump it to get
lighter loads for landings, it freezes in the air immediately,
in a new atmosphere that is indeed warming up, but not through
anything mankind is doing, or let me say, our effect is so
miniscule, it is like adding thimblefuls of water to an empty
bathtub and anticipating taking a nice bath in a short while.
Cut me a fucking break, Marge Leo and Al Buttwipe Gore!
Folks,
we have not scratched the surface of Isiscylla and her family,
my WOMO-M2F enemies, the real 7+ years of my blog story that go
a lot deeper than anything written on the actual blogs so far,
memories and time manipulation through hyperspace and the
fourth and fifth dimensions, but I’ll fucking tell this much
of it right now. Things are NOT WHAT THEY APPEAR TO BE FOLKS,
not for me, and believe it or not, NOT FOR YOU EITHER,
YO!!!!!!!!
MOUNTAINPEN, AKA MARK WAYNE MOHR
©
BLOG URLS 2006-2013
Jupiter
Inlet welcomes all of you, leprechauns and all, especially
tomorrow, March the seventeenth.
I
do not want to get into any details, but I will tell you a few
things about all this and keep it real short for right now. For
a while, everything was all about my car and being vandalized
by hoodlums and thugs from the hood here. Suddenly, with or
without seeing any Walmart stores, POOF, it switches to major
problems with my housing and inspection. Then again, POOF, the
other day, DM did not even come up to the apartment at all, and
I woke up late in the morning just in the nick of time, to
dress myself, and hurry down the freaking elevator, and into
her office; with some more paper work; and she told her
assistant to come up and check things, and she would not have
cared if I had made the stuff even worse. It was as though the
energy of the individual problems and hassles that were
striking me one after another, were magically created for a
certain amount of days and hours, and then with every bit as
much mystery and intrigue and weirdness, POOF; it would switch
off and onto a new thing, and I am talking about in ways that a
fucking moron retard would not be able to ignore and would
totally observe and notice, blindfolded!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All I am
willing to say is the more I mess with Isiscylla, the worse she
will make it for me, so as I told the copyright office back in
the late spring or early summer in 1983, and in reiteration now
to its maxed out fucking epitome, and without Dawn-Marie King
getting too excited in or out of her letters to me,
UNCLE-UNCLE-UNCLE. Yeah, good old Christmas lights and
websites, oh boy, I just said I’d quit fucking with her,
sorry, YO!!!!!!!
©
BLOG URLS OF MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2013, DUHHH!
Now
we will examine how my WOMO enemies, MIND-HACKED me,
with their powerful ETTOS-PAWM-PIE system, while I was doing
the past blog of Chapter-9. After this, we will move on to
discuss more stuff. JUST AS I TOLD YOU GINA, MY LOVELY GIANT
NIGHT LADY OF THE NINETIES; THE DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES,
IS FLYING UP EVERY SINGLE DAY. IT HAS BEEN ONLY UP FOR
NEARLY A MONTH NOW WITH MAYBE THREE DAYS OF EXCEPTION. THIS
SUPER MONSTER BULL RALLY IS EXACTLY TOLD AND PREDICTED, OR WAS,
BY ME, THE MOUNTAINPEN; THE CRAZY CURSING DUDE OF WFMU, AND ALL
OF HIS PALS. In case my message is not getting across since not
one person has commented and given me my props, I will have to
do it all by myself, and guess what folks, I am not one tiny
little bit mother fucking shy about doing just fucking THAT!
I
TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO******************
I
TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO******************
I
TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO******************
One
thing about me, I may pen name myself as many folks do on many
online sites with various screen names, such as Mountainpen,
but I would never think of calling myself the name of some
world famous recording artist, like Jason Forrest did. Yes, my
mind was hacked severely, as I said there were three things
going back to 1997, and then the fourth one went back into the
Orwell times of early 1984, at my Throat Specialist’s
Northeast Philly Office, off of Grant Avenue somewhere. The
biggest one out of all four, not three times, when this family
messed with and hacked my memory, or time itself really, thus
memories would merely correspond to the altered situation, or
go blank, and the reason for why it does one or the other, is
too complex for this blog today, so let me move on, and
continue with the biggest of all four of these things, taking
place in middle June of 1996, at my apartment, the Highview
Complex, at the quad-corner of Unhappy, Unhealthy, Kent Street,
and Sicklerville Roads. I speak of course of the great KING who
came to me as Queen Paula, and nine months later, Pee Junior
was born on March the twenty-ninth in 1997. I have totally
blocked memories of the giant goddess after she rang my
doorbell at the Highview Apartments, yet my maintenance man,
Sam, asked me who my giant goddess girlfriend was, as he almost
lost his balance and fell over when he saw her from his
adjacent back yard, to quote the dude from June of ninety-six,
folks. But this story of my four big memory gap outs does not
contain a lot more of them, and this blog will not be getting
into them for now. What needs to be addressed here now are two
other powerful items. First, we are now a society that keeps
our fragile weak memories all stored on Twitter Accounts,
telling the world our business day by day, every little move we
make. Just why this all happened, I cannot give you a precise
answer right now, all though I am working on a real doozie
whopper, President Obama, my friend; and other loyal Morians
out here. What needs to get explained my good folks is simply
this. When we as a collective society, begin to keep a
collective record like this, we can access it, and most of us
now, from the time this all started, and forward as we live
onward, can reconstruct our lives a million percent more
improved, by doing this. Why they do it publicly and not
privately in a diary, is anyone’s guess, perhaps the need to
feel important or popular, but for whatever the reason, now,
there is less and less opportunity for the
Exploratronic-Supermind (ES) to be able to play lots of nasty
mystical magical games with us, anywhere near as often and as
well. I was not born with my memory by the way. I used to keep
a life journal on cassette tape and had twelve thousand taped
events, not a day missing, not an hour probably. The more I
reviewed stuff, the more my unconscious mind began to reveal to
me that I will not need to record things forever, at least for
my sake. This behavior begins to alter the way the brain works,
or it did in my case. Let me just speak for myself. After the
time I came down to Florida in late 2009, it was a perfect
minute to minute memory track, all the way back. But this is
not the point. What is the point is that in this new world of
the tweety birds and the rocking robins, we all can do this,
and I believe wholeheartedly that my mind is not any different
than all of yours. As you review your journals or Twitter
accounts or whatever, you will begin to re-remember things that
were almost gone forever out of your conscious mind’s grasp.
The longer you do it and the more often you do it with more
time period to cover, the more your brain will mysteriously
rewire itself to a point where you become like a computer
remembers, and not in fragmentation and overall general tiny
pieces. My mind started doing this in the nineties, and by
2010, the hard wiring of my new brain is almost without any
gaps at all, so the few that I do have, stand out big time.
Also, the more you remember about waking life, the more you
start remembering ‘dreams’, not just ones you just had, but
ones long forgotten to you and never remembered. Then more wild
stuff happens. You remember things that the world may tell you
did not happen, only they did, in interactions with you and the
IF, that is of course, without the bread, or any other old
sixties songs of the Walgreen Pharmaceutical Chain. Go crow on
that one for a while, good people. You see, nothing is
forgotten, no detail to any day, a month ago, a year ago, 1000
years ago. This is where it goes places where I am not ready to
take all of you yet. Keeping your mind the way it is, protects
you from the hell of too much remembering. I never said that
this is some blessing, and if I had to choose a fitting way to
describe my existence, I would say, a cursing, and even at the
risk of being pigeonholed by Twinbay; am I right Jason Forrest
Fromthetrees? Seeing life the way most of you all do, you must
admit to yourself, that you are not the person that you were,
not in your life, not in your situations, not in your
surroundings, and not in your mental personality, 5 years back,
ten, fifteen, and keep going in these multiples of fives for as
long as you have lived. Those old yous all died. The new you is
the you that you are at the present time. Do you feel dead?
This barrier does not stop at a birth-bed and a death-bed
either folks. I may not be Benjamin Franklin any longer, and I
certainly am not Hitler any longer. Where are you when I mother
fucking need you, you old jerk off unforgiving soul, Steve
Murray, of Florence, New Jersey, USAESMWG????????? So folks,
let us reiterate my 4 hugest memory gap-out strikes, since
except for these times, I remember with total clarity, all the
other shit all before and after the actual strike, and in ALL 4
CASES, JUST WHO IS INVOLVED, BUT MY DAM DAUGHTER’S FAMILY, OR
ISIS HERSELF? Listed in time order, present time backward, and
with a quick blurb insert following the date with the event:
October of 2006, while with Ed Lynch, McGuire appears at the
car window in a photo later developed, nobody ever saw him in
real life—-attack-1. February of 1997, after leaving
McGuire’s bar, forgetting the name of ‘CALLIO’ as soon as
I began driving away, attack-2. June 1996, Giant P comes to my
apartment and does another rape and memory gap on me like July
4, 1969 all over again, only she miscarries and my younger
daughter only exists in many parallel universes where she is
just about to be released from the local area famous
Harborfields Detention Center of Egg Harbor City, attack-3.
Leaving the 506 Robin Hill Apartment in 1984, to drive to a
very mysterious Throat Specialist’s Office in Northeast
Philadelphia, no memory of anything except the man who examined
me and told me he could not find anything wrong with me, the
entire rest of the day blank forever, and years later in 1989,
I stumbled onto my Life Journal cassette tapes, and remember, I
even had a tape recorder permanently kept in my automobile,
back when I was keeping this life journal; and the story is not
too pretty folks, as I was diverted to a side street while
trying to drive back to I-95, after leaving the doctor, and was
forced out of my car by fake police who took me to a home with
a lot of naked African American people, living right where the
windows faced the highway, and the rest of it is so
unbloggable, I would not dare tell it, but the FBI most likely
has these tapes even as I speak, as my journal was all lost to
the mighty King Branch of THAT-FAMILY or (TAWF-70) as I also
have labeled them.
Now
here is why I knew things would totally mother fucking collapse
for me in the first few months of 2013. As soon as the Hickey
Hockey Ling-Long Henry 12 Angry Men Fonda Season, resumed, just
as it did after 1994 ended and 1995 came in, remember how the
fucking markets DOUBLED IN POINT VALUE, in three tiny years,
1995-1996-1997? Remember this anyone, or do you need to check
with your Twitter Accounts, oh that’s right, your lives
cannot be accessed, as Twitter was not there back then for you.
Oh yes, the filthy fucking Philly Flyers came back super strong
and nearly clinched Lord Stanley’s Cup that short season, and
I know they’re having a super bang up season again this year,
they have to be, even though I do not follow this fucking shit
one bit, and you can see the stock market as well, making ALL
TIME RECORD HIGHS, and just as I TOLD ALL OF YOU, IS NOW
CREEPING UP ON THE 15,000 POINT MARK, and then it will reach
16000, 17000, 18000, 19000, 20000, and within three years, this
13,000 figure will double as it did before, and by mother
fucking early in 2016, the DJIA will be around 26,000 FUCKING
CUNT POINTS IN VALUE, and all by evil crooked criminal means of
destroying pathetic MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN FUCKING MOHR.
Yes,
whoever you are, friend of the dude I used to call Chester, and
who really is Frank; thank you for telling people that I am
indeed for real, and you know it, and you can see I am not
making any of this up, RIGHT DOWN TO THE DOW JONES STOCK MARKET
PRICES. It is all coming to fruition, just as I said that it
all would. Too bad I cannot take everyone everywhere, with me,
24-7-365.2422; and let them see all of this for themselves;
along with about ten quintillion other wild outlandish
inconceivable huge things.
Folks,
a horrible cramp and shit attack struck me tonight around half
past seven while I was trying to enjoy the television show
called, ”The Mentalist”. I am still in pain. Recently, the
WOMO enemies have been back to striking me hard with these
major health attacks, done with total absolute stealth and
black-ops precision. Obviously, when the filthy fucking jerk
off Flyers Hockey season started up, then this had to, so that
they could re-engineer all of this all over again, and recreate
1995 all fucking cunt lapping over again. Here we go, right ©
Office of WASH-DOC-13-600? Yes Roy old buddy, just like you
told me, no one in that town can behave themselves, so they
have to have the age of consent as low as thirteen. How could
our government run if every fucking politician there in town
was licked up in fucking prison, YO? This is certainly no
freaking bloody shoe museum secret, right Vasco DeGama and
Ponce Deleon? If I need to consult more powerful peeps than
this, why not just have me get back in touch with Louis Chicky
Laines and Scott Ransom? W—–O—–W!!!!!!!!!!!!
No, I think it might be more prudent of me to locate my old
friend, Margie Leo from late in 1985, and ask her to just, as
she would say so absolutely and perfectly, “Cut me a break,
YO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nobody
can say, I KNOW or WOW like my wonderful all mighty daughter,
and the entire world knows it, no matter how they do not like
it, but please bring my bank truck back, TD, I need to see it
when I go there. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
MORIANITY
PART 5, CHAPTER IX
MOUNTAINPEN, AKA MARK WAYNE MOHR
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOG URLS 2006-2013
1:45
AM-EDST, THURSDAY, 14 MARCH, 2013
I
said that I would keep my mouth shut about some wild
‘pillow-talk’ done by my father, Mister Wayne Landis Mohr,
born in Toledo, Ohio, USAESMWG, on 10 September of 1919 and I
will, as long as certain things remain in an agreement between
the Milituforce and myself. But that does not mean that I will
not do what all children as well as adults who remember being
children once, all have mostly done when our mother would make
cake or fudge or brownies and we to quote the expression,
‘asked to lick the bowl’, a gross thing to do, and not what
we really did, still, that was the going expression, and still
appears to be even on the most modern hip today, up to date
television shows. Yes, I cannot grab a large piece of the cake
tonight, but that does not mean I will not lick the bowl here;
not after a SUPER BOTBAR TIMES 4 COSMIC/MAGNETIC
ATTACK from the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, or said more up to date,
the INTERACTION FORCE, and even more modern and updated,
might be what was said all along all throughout many of my
2007-2009 blogs a lot, while back in New Jersey, the ‘ES’
or the (Exploratronic Supermind). But first things first. I was
Microsucked shortly past midnight yesterday, Wednesday, or
about 24 hours ago from right now, as I speak/type; with their
‘UPDATES’. We all get this, at least from what I have been
told, and learned recently, in the past year or two; from three
different sources; unless one uses the Apple system, over this
less expensive one, and so as usual; what else, the rich have
it better. So color me impressed, and like DUH, right Ann King,
old ‘buddy’????????????????????????? WOW, did I do some
powerful scrubbing for two days, daughter of AK, or late one. I
wonder why this entire family has death dates on so many
holidays. Well, that is of course not as simple as it sounds on
the surface, huh Mister PP of SPR, now defucked?Yes folks,
licking the pan is going to be fun this morning, and since I
have been under this monster ass death attack, and MARCH of
2013 has been beyond mother fucking putrid and horrendous for
me, I am not just going to stand idly by while these sleazy
diseased twisted jerk off maggots from hellfire, laugh and jeer
and injure me severely, and walk away so clean, leaving my nice
shiny shoes all red and blood stained; right Copyright
Examiners from 2000 AD? Just imagine after you read this blog
through to the end, if I tell you now that this is just me
licking the pan, not making the large pan of fudge for a family
feast, what would really all get said if I ever go entirely off
and tell the whole dam ass thing, ladies and gentlemen?
First
off folks, I need to address the subject of the record promoter
from 1980, while I was employed at the RPL Sound Studio Labs,
in Camden, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG, by the name of Lenny William
McKinnon. Not only was he quite a fascinating ‘entity’, but
so are his vine roots as well. He may have left me with lots of
sour grapes, but that is, as Donna Diva Summer the late disco
queen may put this, neither hair, nor there! Still, when I
really go to town and tell the entire enchilada, Lads, Lassies,
Labbers, and Lab Dogs, (L-4), you’ll know it, because you
will be suddenly seeing your socks, not on your feet, and you
will not be at the Walmart Store, unless you are playing with a
tablet or PC or phone there, and happen to be viewing this
blog, by some wild ‘chance’, no such thing, there are more
leprechauns people, than there are random coincidences and pure
chance encounters of anything, so believe ‘THAT’, Rockdroid
Roddenberry. Don’t crush poor old Captain Kirk there big
LURCH RORO; as he has a daughter to take care of, and they both
have their automobiles as well to be concerned with; right Miss
Lee Farmers? Well folks, shall we get down and dirty into the
business at hand now, maitees, YARRR?????
Lenny
and his friends, invented what you call RAP MUSIC. He is no
ordinary man, and never was. He has been following me
throughout the past few millions of years, along with many
others in the ES, such as Julia White, who we all know what I
believe; and I know that nobody believes me, so you know what;
that is fine for now, but when I tell some more; you will be
scratching your head, wondering and worrying; as I am totally
planning to make this very personal, or in other words; you
WILL be identifying stuff in your own life, as soon as you
fully digest this blog chapter; and you are not going to be in
a real good mood for a while, and that’s a promise. So if you
wish to skip this, and gloss permanently over Chapter Nine, of
Morianity-Part-5; this may be a real dam good time to hit the
‘Next Blog’ button, or simply log off of the Word-Press, or
Blogger, Websites. You have been sufficiently and properly
warned, so if you go nuttier than a fruit tree in a day or two,
‘don’t even think about’ suing me, parking across from
the Cifaloglio Garage, or pulling the Trump Rug off his
majesty’s great scowling frowning evil
head!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Talk about
the real 1-2-3.
As
you know, I am under a wild new attack that began as this
horrible fucking March month came in. This has been a month
ever since I was a dam ass teenager, that I have hated with a
passion, and then later on after age 30 or so; I came to
despise October with equal force and passion, and all for very
real and personal, and totally off the wall Twilight-Zone
reasons; that we need not get into on this freaking blog, good
folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just last
night, Wednesday night, from seven through eight of the fucking
asshole clock, my monster ass mother fucking nabes, did nothing
but slam in and out and in and out and in and out; totally
senseless persecution of me, and I think the smarter quarter of
my audience knows exactly what is going on, and does not
dismiss these coincidences like the non fans of the great “Law
& Order” television show might.
In
addition, these rotten bastard prick scum bags, for some
time again, HAVE BEEN BACK ON A REAL ROLL OF PUMMELING ME
WITH THEIR EVIL; CONSTANT NOISE, SCREAMING, SLAMMING, IN AND
OUT, ALL DAY AND NIGHT, AND FLATTENING MY TIRE WITHOUT HELP
FROM JULLIARD MS OF MANHATTAN, OR ANY OF ITS QUITE BRIGHT
PUPILS. DOORS GO ON ALL NIGHT AGAIN NOW, THEY ARE GOING ON
STILL AS I WRITE THIS FUCKING BLOG AT 2:24 AM, AND THE
MANAGEMENT WILL NOT DO A THING TO THEM, AS THEY ALL HAVE BEEN
PAID OFF OR THREATENED OFF. Still, I was informed, that when I
wish to move, if I get a doctor’s note that my nerves are
being adversely effected to the point of injuring my general
health, they will move me to the building up north a ways on
7th Avenue, into a unit for old and quiet peeps,
like me, someone who hates music and loud noise. So I am not
ready to move yet, but soon, this is what I will in fact be
doing, just as I did in 1984, leaving 506 Robin Hill
Apartments, in Voorhees, New Jersey; for 1406 Highland Avenue,
in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, W—O—W.
Despite
all the hell, I made back all my lost units in my
Systems-Roulette, as I said before, and have made a small March
profit of 28 and a half freaking units. If I had not lost those
48 and a half units on that day before the Dow Jones
CROSSED-OVER into all time RECORD HIGH
TERRITORY, that caused that magnetic disaster to happen
to me, I would have a March total profit of 76 units, or in
1986 money in Atlantic City, $7,600.00 cash money, on
the black gaming level, or one hundred dollar playing chips
level. But this is of no consequence, and beginning right now
today, I am not going to be playing roulette on paper any more,
and am making plans to get to South America before the RUN AWAY
SONG WARNING strikes twice, and just ask the mother
fucking Empire State Building how many times it gets struck by
Diana Zudlecronessia Arteemis every year, and then the idea of
striking just twice will not seem strange and foreign to any of
you, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! And
please, no 1988 McDonald bouncing around dancers,
TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now moving right
along here good people, Lenny McKinnon and his friends from the
late seventies, were just a small part of my nearly 60 years of
life as Mountainpen, but several powerful things involved with
this dude, have altered my life in ways too major and
incredible to be intelligently discussed in any one short blog
work. The powerful people who Scott Ransom was referring to
about 8 years after Lenny McKinnon’s paths crossed mine
making this the time circa of 1988; may very well be the
greatest male Disco scum bags of their day, the BG’s.
I have come to learn just since residing here in Florida and
away from an entire life up in Jersey; that this record
promoter had made some kind of a secret deal behind my back,
with Levy and Gibb, giving them the right to my song, ‘Lost
Love’, written and copyrighted by me back in fucking ass
1977. It is all there in the Copyright Office, but this work
when lovely Donna Patterson re-did it for me, along with her
friends, Albert Pileggi, Jan Nace, Robert Andrews, and Mister
Russell of the Russell Music School across from the Garden
State Race Track, in those 1980 times, no longer operating
under that name now and for quite a while, however good folks;
you will not see my 1975 or 1977 copyrights on ‘LOST LOVE’
and ‘SPIRIT PEACE’ songs, on my recently posted Copyright
Public Record Form, on my blogs; as it only goes back into
1978, on that particular form. They have the other two
copyrights from 1975 and 1977 as well as my book from Halloween
Day of 1994, called, ”The Permission Barrier”, on separate
forms; or so they have informed me. I merely pass on this
information to my Blogging Audience, or my blogaud, for short.
But
the big pan lick is yet to come, and will only just open up a
gateway into your thinking, if you allow the process to begin
in your mind, called enlightenment; that is. What I will tell
you now good people is not from any book or person, no guru on
top of the Himalayan Mountains told me, no great mystical being
appeared at my bedside, no dream, no meditation, no altered
states of mind awareness, and ”no nothing”, if I can quote
lovely Diana Ross, from 1983. Before I go directly into it,
something else will be told, that will dovetail real nicely;
and leading perfectly into the topic. Before my father ‘turns
the page and dies’, Paul Michaels; or before Sidney Crown
‘has my voice recorded’, back in 1969, to keep me from
doing mischievous mirror tricks; all this shit you see on
fucking TV about kids doing really bad shit, and becoming
monsters, is a lode of fucking crap; as I did a lot of shit
that was real bad, and so have most of my family members; and
let me tell you something. If it ever all came out, Ziggy, it
would not be simply awesome or monstrous, or reprehensible, or
unspeakable. It would be what no possible human language
would ever be able to create, and that, my friends and
fiends out here; is total fucking GOSPEL! WOLF, WOLF,
WOLF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Trump this if you can, and see if
you can make your mark on the world, the way this dude has
done. Oh yes Jill MacInaley, your lovely Gong-Show twin Shorty
MacInvondi Trump, is right up all our asses, at C-SQ! I will
most definitely get much more specific and detailed on things
that pertain to PHASED ENTITIES from the spirit world
(Astral-Plane), such as Shorty MacInvondi, who used me to bring
their life force into the human waking dream-world, as opposed
to the normal dreaming of getting born and living as a baby and
a toddler and a child and an adolescent and then an adult and
then stop dreaming completely one day, just waking up where
they really are. I will also tell you that the more math and
science you have under your belts, the better you can relate to
what I am about to shock you with, and you will not like it,
know that right now. Would you really like me to lie to you and
insult you that way, or tell it up front and straight out,
people? I mentioned that I have a near absolute memory on a
conscious level, minute to minute, from the present point, all
the way back to my birth. It is not all fragmented and in
pieces. You will not like it when I tell you why memory is for
the most part, that way with most of you out here. You will
want to die once I tell it, and if you can even grasp a small
part of the truth that I am about to impart. Except for a few
small times when I totally know that I was interfered with by
way of STM (SPACE-TIME-MIND), I have a totally
interference-proof, closed private circuit. They cannot mess
with me, not for a long time yet when I eventually age and fail
in this lifetime, and begin to no longer keep the ES out of my
system with a password. All of you are open circuits. You are
all living totally password unprotected. You have billions of
dollars in mind accounts in an invisible computer that you
leave on and with no password protection operating, and go
outside, and the Exploratronic Supermind comes in each time you
exit your residence, and they get on and do a million things to
you. Now I am not being literal here, this is a parable, just
like my sixty-first grandfather’s Uncle Jesus Carpenter used
to use, so that he could relay powerful truths kept hidden by
the conscious collective of the waking hyperspace reality in
three dimensions. Your 4-5-D is totally protected, but in your
waking life, you have a million gapped out pieces, and each
piece leaves you vulnerable to a STM interference by the ES
(Exploratronic Supermind). Only a few exceptions have occurred,
and world, it is by this powerful great family, every single
time. It is all on previous blogs. It happened to me and was
done by them, and the last three most recent strikes were as
follows: Ed Lynch and I went to Atlantic City to take photos
for use on my Morianity-Foundation web-page, in October of
2006, and we both were memory gapped out, by family member
Robert McGuire. Sarah Callio and McGuire, family members, were
also involved back on 7 February in 1997, they cannot take that
away from me, as on that date the DJIA fell about 50 points
because I was able to make contact with this incredible family,
but when it did me no good, the market instantly rebounded and
shot back up, you can check and verify this information online
somewhere on some Wall Street Journal Newspaper or similar
periodical source in an archive from your local library.
Anywho, I had just asked Sarah her last name, and maiden name,
and she said Callio, quite reluctantly; and then they both made
me totally forget that name as I drove down Tennessee Avenue,
before I came to the first intersection, Pacific avenue. Every
single time you cannot remember one single minute of your time,
you are a computer in the hands of a cosmic hacker using a
future known reality called STM, to invade your beingness, and
make continuous alterations in your waking life, that effect
the entire interaction of you and me, and all of us as a whole,
or a conscious waking collective. Any tiny time that you cannot
pull up in your waking mind, you most likely have been on a
trillion trillion trillion journey’s inside of those
fragmented pieces of reality, with an unknown to this time
period club and group, that will indeed come to be known as the
cosmic EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND, or the ES. Going back to my
fourth gap out, where a significant part of my day cannot be
recalled, is on the day of my medical appointment with the
throat specialist just off of Grant Avenue, in Northeast
Philadelphia; back early in 1984. I was not the one all hung up
with those audio tapes, and those who were, all know this is
totally the truth. You made the big deal out of it. I was only
as far as the ‘MY’ coming out on the copyrighted ”Real
Good girl” song, in August of 1986. Munch on this a while,
good folks, and watch those black ops choppers; as they do
indeed come into our urban areas. David Roth and I witnessed a
fleet of them, right near the old Sears Building, that they
later imploded, also in N.E. Philly-57-vampire sticks that fly,
huh Snyder?
This
is just a pan licking folks. This is not the big nice batch of
fudge, or cookies, or cake. This only scratches a surface on
shit that I could type on and on until the blog was 1000 Moby
fucking Dick book lengths long, YO. So in the interest of my
getting a little shut eye now, I bid you all a fond ado. I am
wasting my time with suicide. Hell goes beyond death!!!
MORIANITY-PART
5
CHAPTER
Vlll
3:10
PM-EDST, WEDNESDAY, 03/13/2003
Neighbors
have been very bad and noisy for a week or more. Death
android/angels and clock ones attacks are continuous events.
Everything that can go wrong, is going wrong. Everybody is no
good and rotten, right down to the core, and the atoms inside
the core are totally rotten as well, and I’ll argue that with
physicists.
The
reason for the bull market has nothing to do with what I was
concerned may have been. It has been because, as always, all
attempts by me to pursue MUSIC, in any WAY, SHAPE or FORM, are
STOPPED AND INVISIBLY BLOCKED AND SANCTIONED, every single
time, all my mother fucking cunt eating pathetic life, by those
who must know the very same secret that I do, and also know of
a statement made by the great Plato quite a while back in time,
that is lost to history, but he said it to me when I was a
silversmith in those days, “Beware the tide that brings
within it the music message, as it will be heard the loudest
and remembered the longest”. Someone is very afraid of my
message, my information, what I know; shall I go on? I know for
a fact that they are scared; and that this is why I am being
totally sanctioned, and everything that I have ever attempted
to do, has had the quintessential kibosh placed on it, by Scott
Ransom, and his ‘very powerful and disgruntled people’. I
look very forward to my coming death. It will release me very
soon, from the horrible nightmare of human life as Mark Wayne
Mohr. Naturally, after I am no longer here to kick into pieces
of shit by total sub squat slime scum, as I’ll be gone, then
the EVIL EMPIRE as all evil empires do, William Clinton and
Secret Service, will ”fall into history”.
Long
story short (LSS) good folks, the Avalon Studio in Port Saint
Lucie is closing to the public, and are going to be doing other
things, so I’ll no longer be able to do things there. I
cannot fight powers that go beyond the fucking stars in the
fucking heavens. Even I have a point where it is ludicrous in
my own mind to remain in a mode of foolish tenacity. Another
such example is not walking around a thousand foot brick wall,
but rather, keep banging my head on it hoping I won’t have to
walk around it. Of course I won’t. I would be dead with my
brains all smashed fucking in, right old pal Lee Marvin,
dirty-sir, and angry dozen, Jane Fonda papa? Hay, the world
says NO, so it’s no. This entire thing is controlled by an
impregnable power structure from a higher realm and reality,
who I know personally as the Lambrigger Cult of the Briggbase
of the Province Olympia Phase-2 or the (spirit world, or
Astral-Plane). You know people, it is like taking a gun and
taking a box of amo bullets. Which is more powerful, the
bullets or the gun? Nobody is strong enough to throw the
bullets hard enough to cause very much damage and injury. The
gun will sit there empty all shiny and harmless by itself, as
well. The logic in this little diddy is not complex, all though
figuring out what is missing here may in fact be more elusive
and difficult to locate, than untying the fabled Gordian knot,
that cannot ever be untied. A dummy can see that you take the
bullets and the gun, and you have a weapon. You take the driver
and the automobile, and you get a reliable way to transport
people. Separate from each other, the person walks and the car
stays parked. Nothing is wrong with either one of these items,
but somehow they are not connecting up correctly. Well if
something is being intentionally blocked and sanctioned, that
is a great explanation for many things. But it still leaves the
powerful fucking unanswered question of but who is causing this
sanction blockade all of my life, and more to the point,
exactly for what purpose, WHY? I know how real all this is,
right down to people getting killed that get involved with me,
or in some cases merely scared or threatened, or perhaps even
PAID-OFF! I’ve seen it, over and over and over again, and
this does not make me a tin foil hat crazy person. I have seen
it; just like lots of folks have encountered a lot more than
just a television show, back in 1988, a great documentary on
the New York City Television Channel Eleven, WPIX; but rather
they have seen more than just this TV show in ’88. We all
know what we know, what we hear, what we see, what our lives
are about; and we can be told we are wrong, or crazy, or this
or that; but we all know, unless we are legitimately mentally
fucked up and demented or brain damaged and seriously mentally
ill. I don’t have to defend my life or my position to a soul,
not the guy down the fucking road, not the governor, the
president, the POPE, not even to Isiscylla, who just sent me a
message, and fucking hacked the I in the name, not allowing it
to capitalize no matter what I did for a while. You really
impress me with your stupid ass parlor tricks, and you have no
mercy and no feelings at all, and are the epitome of
hypocrites, writing that fucking bullshit on that wall. When I
am down the most, is when you kick the living crap out of me.
My creditors are persecuting the shit out of me today. Every
time they know I am hoping for a call on the telephone, they
call me ten times that day and mess with me. So FBI, and
ACLU, and FCC, how can they know I am expecting a call, unless
they are ILLEGALLY BUGGING MY TELEPHONE, AND LISTENING IN TO MY
GOD DAM PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS; IN VIOLATION OF MY MOTHER
FUCKING RIGHTS TO PRIVACY?
My
health is messed with, my machines are all hacked, my enemies
are on a major roll for noise attacks on me, I AM BEING
VICIOUSLY PERSECUTED BY A BUNCH OF TWISTED FILTHY DISEASED
MOTHER FUCKING SLIME BAG PEOPLE, WITH NOTHING FUCKING BETTER TO
DO WITH THEIR TIME, THAN MESS WITH POOR LITTLE NOBODY ME,
yeah, some nobody, as if this was REALLY THE CASE, then THIS
WOULD NOT BE GOING ON for a half of a fucking cunt century,
ladies and freaking gentlemen; does it not stand to mother
fucking cock sucking reason?
I
plan to take my fucking life, and hope that I can remain
dead.
I have died 100 times in the past 35 years since that turn off
of Route 30 while heading over to Audrey Heller’s house in
the early nineteen eighties, that I made, and do not think I
cleared that oncoming automobile. Sooner or later, this
retracing machine has to stop copying me. Funny huh folks, they
don’t like to be soul captured, yet they fully retrace me
physically back here in this cave period. Go-Fig!
YES
I AM HERE, IT IS ME, MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN.
MICHAEL
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN, © BLOGS 2006-2013
MORIANITY
PART 5, CHAPTER VII
WEDNESDAY
MORNING, 2:08 AM, 13 MARCH, 2013
Ladies
and gentlemen, this was another rotten day with my horrible
jerk off nabes, but this time, it was a bate in job, and yes,
planned in advance by my new pal and future world renown
entertainment attorney, once my case is awarded a trillion
dollars. This is not a joke or a hoax, and already, a life has
been lost I have been told, and this is all that can be said,
other than anyone who in any way who is small like me, but not
‘HUNTINGTON PROTECTED’ like me, becomes a major
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE target, once they so much as even tell me any
valuable information. This was the case here, and the rest of
the story for right now is totally not bloggable, folks, sorry.
A chosen generational Huntington is someone picked by my
starcestors long ago, Agent G7 not open command, but WOW,
someone knows what is getting typed, as a powerful subwoofer
outside is going off at 17 minutes past two in the morning,
totally illegally of course, and now has stopped, more hood
enemies and Nickpals I’m quite sure, but of course, it is not
provable at this time, all though, my new lawyer friend who
we’ll call by a made up name of Jeff Starkey, confirmed that
an entire gang in this Fort Pierce area, is under standing
orders 24/7, and this is to the best of his abilities so far to
gather this bit of flagpole information of non transdimensional
reality. For a while folks, we will be talking very three
dimensionally, leaving all dream-life in the dirt, even though
to me, it is like living with arms and legs amputated, and with
one ear and one eye, literally. This is because to me, I know
the entire fifth dimension is one truth and does all
interconnect, and especially in the more localized one percent
or so of the hyperspace realities, which could be vigintillions
times vigintillions or more. But I am hoping to get a few new
converts of Morianity, closet kept or not as this does not
matter, as not that long ago, gay and lesbian lovers, and
behaviors, were also kept deeply in the closet of our American
society; but I am trying to get people to be able to better
relate, so I will have to live all half blind and deaf and
quadriplegically amputated, for right now, on the next several
blogs or so. You too Glinda and Toto, oh-oh!
Now
stay with me peeps, I’ll try and make some of this real dam
ass easy for all of you, YO. Have a piece of bacon on me,
David, and listen up, BRAH. I do not need to wash my hands, nor
did I that day up at the Harvest on Twenty-fifth and Orange,
back in twenty-eleven; but I am glad that I got to wash my
hands of you, dude!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
This
was the day where I needed to prove how every time I use my
telephone, and so much as speak; these jerk fucking off across
the hall neighbors, slam their door, over and over, super ass
loud until I hang up, and resume total graveyard silence; yet
of course, all day long, they can shout at the top of their
fucked up lungs whenever they want to, and slam their doors,
and be in and out a million times, should they so choose to;
but don’t so much as make one tiny sound in your fucking
apartment, poor old jerk off Mark Wayne Mohr, not Egg
Harbor City Bacon Martin, huh Kevin Flatliners?
Yes
my Morians, I took a big chance reaching out to the State AG,
PCN-826, just like the stock market industrials, with 826 being
a Gawnumly self-compatible number, and all. You cannot, as I
told JP a while back at the turn of the millennium, make a
total GOD out of GAGA, and his magical numerology. It is great
for establishing baseline information but never ever live by it
as though you have a gun at your dam head, folks. Never be held
hostage to anything that we little 99ers already don’t have
to already be hostage to, without having any say over it
whatsoever. But as for Jeff Starkey, Esquire, in the near
future, in pseudonym; he will have the security footage in my
building for this day, pulled, to prove what these gang hoodie
snake vipers did, as they always do, only this time, it is
caught on video fucking tape. Slowly, again; as before my
kidnapping by the mighty elusive butterfly King branch of the
mighty mysterious TAWF, I am rebuilding my evidence file up,
and this is just the very beginning of a lot of shit that will
also follow, as baiting in my enemies is as easy to do as
taking candy away from a two year old, unless of course, they
are able to say through a telephone, sixteen years ahead in
time, “I know”. You can hate me all you want to Macy and
family, but I cannot resist the temptation to say that word
right about now, sorry; W—-O—-W!
The
stock market has not dropped one single trading day in about a
month now, or so it seems, it may have a day here and there,
maybe, but AS I TOTALLY PREDICTED GINA AND ALL OTHERS, it is
totally FLYING TO THE MOON AND THE STARS OUT BEYOND THAT, and
none of you knew it, but I KNEW IT, and there is a reason I
knew it, and it is why I was able to consistently win money
playing professional roulette back in 1986, and that is, the
truth about Parallel Event, or applying it, as in the word APE.
Now this is not some big secret, and has been told and
discussed for seven years of my blogs now. What has not been
told completely is how the total story of everything all fits
together, and for a good reason. I don’t yet have it all
figured out, but I’ll admit one thing here and now. I would
bet the devil himself, my soul; and in fact am doing so right
now; that when I tell a few beyond gargantuan things later on,
it will be curtains. But I will not tell these things, as long
as the EVIL EMPIRE does not strike me with some huge plan.
There is no other possible reason for this REAL MARCH
MARKET MADNESS, taking the DJIA up to places never before, and
past where they were since nearly six full years ago, unless
some giant evil master plan is being hatched against me, and
the only thing that I can think of, is another attack on my
transportation. We all know what is being said and it goes way
beyond the Julliard Music School joke, already told. I will
agree not to tell this beyond huge secret, IF you do not mess
with me here. You can keep your rotten fucking stock market,
you evil capitalist greedy rat bastards. But as long as you do
not go after me at full blast, I’ll fucking agree not to go
after you at full blast. Even my wonderful adorable child will
tell you, that you don’t want me to do this, and nothing on
my blog as of yet even starts to tell this secret. This was in
my eternal shut up file, but I will remove it from there,
unless you follow the advice of Sarah Crossover, and be good
boys and girls. Your fucking move. But once it is told, the
press will be all over this building in 24 hours and there will
be no turning the clock back, so a very happy Thanksgiving,
Russ-1500. You all behave a little bit, and I will, a little
bit. Queen to queens level what Billy Shatner Trek? Is this the
great Rockdroid equation, or is it Walmart equals Suddenly
Seeing a neighboring house down the road, oh great ex-POPE? As
for why MARCH has been the quintessential madness and sadness
for me, this year; well; GAGA Kitty-Cat said to me, ‘meow,
meow, PCN-716. I cannot resist this one, and please TD, you are
my fave bank and always will be, so please let me have a truck
back on Route One’s Fort Pierce, Florida Branch, thank you so
very much, W——–O——–W. I have enough to blow away an
army, later!
5555555555555555555555555555555555555
MORIANITY-PART-5,
CHAPTER 00006
5:55
PM-EDST, 11 MARCH, 2013, EARLY MONDAY EVENING
For
an hour or more this morning, my dirt ball nabes from across
the hallway made a horrendous lot of noise shouting and banging
doors. But this dark cloud has a very silver lining, beyond
just what my new pal and budding upcoming promising new world
famous entertainment attorney of the future after my case wins
global ‘and beyond’ attention and recognition; has plans of
doing with all of this; but I ran into Debbie Marotto today
after returning from the Dollar Deals Store on Route One a mile
to my south or just about, where I needed to buy some various
cleaners that will take care of bringing my apartment up to
specks in my kitchen and bathroom, and along with the sponges
and scouring pads and all of it, cost me only a fin and change
with the cut for the governor all included. So Tomorrow, I will
be a srubbin’ folks, and THAT sir Rockdroid, is a lot more
than just the great equation, and you can tell Misses
Roddenberry I said so! As I returned back to my building,
Debbie was coming out to sit down on her smoke break and shoot
the shit with the residents that sit out there as well, and I
showed her what I bought and she told me it is all perfect, and
will do the job very nicely. But the real silver lining is
something that will be taking care of my noise problem once and
for all, and I will not be blogging it. If you need to know for
any reason my friend Shf. Ken Mascara, sir, just get in touch
with Resident Manager, DM, she will inform you, and the real
super frikkin WOW of all of this, is that this all takes me
back to good old Robin Hill Apartments, and 1984; and this blog
most certainly, US © Office; is FOR THE RECORD, ON THE
RECORD, and yes folks, BY THE RECORD. Another WOW is most
definitely needed here, yet a lot of my following Morians may
be scratching their heads, but oh well; I’ll be getting into
a lot more than just better explanations of this, as the hours
and days continue to keep ticking on and on and on and on, YO!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! I really do miss my wonderful
‘WOW TRUCKS’, TD BANK. Please bring one back, so I can see
it when I go over to do my banking. It is the only thing I have
to keep me close to the All Mighty Sarah-Stacey Krassle; as in
her human form, she totally hates my guts. Ain’t life grand,
David Bally?
Yes
dudes and duddesses, I AM SURE THAT WALL STREET
IS GETTING ITS WAY, as this was
another horrific frikkin weekend, and everyone of them now will
be; unless the sheriff and the police can do something
to protect me better on weekends; knowing how this evil Wall
Street operates!!
MORIANITY-5,
CHAPTER 00005
5:28
PM-EDST, SUNDAY, 10 MARCH, 2013
STARTING
BLOG, ON ANOTHER FUCKING SUNDAY SUPER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE
ATTACK, SIR SHF. K. MASCARA
All
day today, there is one fire alarm after another being
INTENTIONALLY SET OFF, it is not a PHA test, as the fire trucks
come here each and every time, so some resident is doing this
on purpose. Never ever, unless it is a test, that is run on
that day, in my two years here now; have there been FOUR FIRE
ALARMS IN ONE DAY, AND WITHIN ABOUT 4 OR FIVE HOURS OF TIME
PERIOD.
The
scum across the hall are shouting, and are in and out with
their loud booming ass doors as well, but I can almost
understand it when this many mother fucking fire alarms are
going off today. It just now stopped, this FOURTH FUCKING ONE,
and the fire truck is outside of the building, for the fourth
time now. It is 22 minutes past fucking four this late
afternoon. This is about the worst and noisiest Sunday ever,
but notice peeps; EVERY FUCKING SUNDAY FOR A MONTH OR TWO NOW,
SINCE THIS SUPER DOW JONES BULL RALLY THAT IS TOTALLY OUT OF
CONTROL, all began, THE WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE has struck
me with severe deadly fucking pummeling and death siege, so
that they can get these huge ICPE-APE results on the following
BUSINESS FUCKING WEEK, ON THEIR DIRT BAG TOTALLY FUCKING
CHEATED STOCK MARKET!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
folks, I will quickly tell you two things. First of all, my new
lawyer pal, that will be fresh out of college in the first week
this May, and who is going to help me to sue these WOMO ENEMIES
FOR ONE TRILLION DOLLARS, after proving a lifelong
fucking pattern, of unspeakable and unthinkable persecution
that is worse than what was done to all of the Jews combined
who suffered under Hitler; and this is truth so help me ALL
MIGHTY GODDESS ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE; and he
told me that WOMO will probably do this very exact thing to me
this very weekend, and he has a buddy over in our local Fort
Pierce Fire Company, so as a collaboration, this will ALL FIT
SUPER DYNAMITE PERFECTLY, RIGHT INTO MY MOTHER FUCKING HANDS,
ladies and freaking gentlemen, YO YO YO YO. So go chew on this
little tid bit of indigestion juice, you twat lapping fucking
bastard enemies from hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bounce that
all around, YO YO Nothing Prophets, of fucking McDonald Dancing
1988′ers, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
The
second thing now, is ‘thisssssssssss’, Miss Erica ‘AMC’
Snakes of 1983, WOW! The second thing is that when I shortly
blog some major previous three week GAWNUM EQUATIONS from good
old pussy cat GAGA, well, let me just say that maybe you should
brace for a real roller coaster ride on Wall Street, when I do,
and also, here are the already provable facts about the folks
trying to get me thrown into the street. They have admitted on
tape, to a private investigator, who they think is their
friend, well until they all read this fucking blog; about
taking the air out of my rear automobile tire, as well as put
dozens of cock roaches into my apartment, and one of their
friends is indeed, or was at that time, with the PHA, and has
been recently fired for misconduct, and Sheriff Mascara sir, I
need a lot of help from these HORRIBLE FUCKING THUGS SIR,
and also, I cannot in good conscience tell whether this man
lost his position with the PH Authority for coming in here and
letting dozens of roach babies loose in my apartment about ten
months or so ago, or if it was totally an unrelated something
else; but thank the goddess that he is no longer working
for the ‘PHA’. Still, they are trying to get me on the
street and homeless, Sheriff, and I am the one who does nothing
wrong and is in here every day and night being good and quiet
as a mother fucking church-mouse, YO. This is the lifelong
fucking hell that I AM forced to endure, Roseann Neckbites, and
yes, maybe if you all were raped by an older married woman and
had a crazy vamp after you at age 14 and a half at the same
time, or were they one and the same person, as I know this star
family can do miracles beyond what Christ did when here, and
just who do you think Christ was, and why do you think the Pope
really stepped down, and should I go on, Sheriff Mascara, and
others out here in the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, YO? As the lovely
‘L&O-CI’ musical genius, and young lovely girl, would
say right about now; ‘The End’!
THE
END!
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My
only chance is the promotion of my website to higher page and
place positions, and I will get the money needed at any cost, if I
have to cheat and use my future knowledge to do it. B on the look
out KS, and C how the news anchors and remote reporters R getting
more and more tongue tied as they attempt 2 report certain things,
not all things, but notice that when it happens, it is always
close to things where I could B related very near in one way or
another 2 what is being said. This may B harder 2 swallow than a
horse pill, but if any human should ever try to get on the air and
say anything about me or anything pertaining to any of the things
that I know and talk about, and connect it directly back to me,
within 30 seconds, a zeepee exim destruct would occur, and the
only thing left in this solar system would B chunks of broken
asteroids that used 2B inhabitable worlds. I speak the truth, as I
was told this by the GMC. They think they own this, and do not
believe when I tell them that SSJKK is really the
owner/controller. Very soon, an event will occur, and people will
begin to rethink a lot of things, and that is all I am willing to
impart unto pain of torture and death.
What happened 2 me in 1996 at Haddonwood at the outside pool with the giant controlled integretronized flies cannot all B told ever, but these large flies have been multiwave oscillated and can never die out of physicality. Also they have learned how to turn themselves into large black planes and helicopters, when enough of them get together. This world was invaded by us when we started inventing machines that played around way too much with radio frequency generation. Get all the books written by JAMES REDFIELD, and just start there. Telephones were invented to communicate with the astral planes, and I basically use them 4 this purpose, rarely use them to talk to people here in this realm.
Once I awaken the all MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS, her memories will B in tact and she will come and take me away with her, after totally destroying anyone, or any world, that even tries to get in her way. Can any of U imagine trying to patent my machine that can turn any old person back to 20 again and keep them there? Can anyone begin 2C the panic and the craziness that would immediately ensue? Sooner or later, some jag-off who is scared 2 die, will approach me and ask 4 me to integretronize them with my multiwave oscillation cellular integrenitrizer device. All it is is a simple separation of north and south pole radio frequency all along the EMS, electromagnetic spectrum, and then it cancels all south polarized signals harmful to cellular life, and radiates all possible north ones up and down like a giant arm sliding up and down a giant piano with a million octaves on each side of the existing ones on a current piano, and of course, a step-up 100,000 watt power transformer, a neutralization MRI tunnel, a few gismos to keep the patient from being exposed to a few rads, and now since all cells are programmed perfectly to B what they R and remain endlessly dividing and multiplying like the cancerous ones automatically do, each have frequencies that keep them on track, balanced, and vibrant so 2 speak, but crunching the numbers 2 locate the ones to do this would take the best computers of tomorrow centuries 2 figure out. So since no north pole frequencies are cellularly destructive, just either neutral or the correct key that fits the locks, we isolate out all the destructive south polarizations and slide the scales with great amounts of power until all the cells in the magnetic resonance imaging tunnel have been completely re-programmed and totally effected by the radio frequency generation that programmed them into beingness in the first place. My machine is in 24 pieces, none of which R in my residence, and only I know exactly how 2 put it together and make it properly operate. Over the weekend last week, all my colored Christmas lights, that I use year round, as colored light is an automatic mood elevator, suddenly brightened to 3 times their norms, and grew deep pink in hue, and after 5 seconds, returned to normal as if nothing ever happened. Then the phone rings and I pick it up. A voice says to me, “if pink is not pretty enough, how about purple”. Then, click, and soon after, just a dial tone. Ever since, I am getting loud static on my line, and strange sounds of other types as well. When I try to call to retrieve a message from the Verizon answer call system, if the siege is bad as it has lately really been bad, I always hear a loud ‘CLINK’ sound right B4 the opening message welcoming me to their service. When I am not under the super siege, I do not, and as I have repeatedly said, we opened the door into their world through radio frequency, and the invasion began, basically around the end of the 19 forties, same as the rash of UFO sightings, none of which by any means is a coincidence.
I am tired and hungry, and must work tonight, I could tell so fucking much if I had more time, but the clocks R indeed ticking, so BROWN COW KALI, my teen queen BEG, I beg U2 stop hating me so much, U loved me back in the 19 sixties. Remember, I don’t think I can go for any of this, and I can B invisible around U all over, not just while U cross those RR tracks in your car with your girl friend ten years ago. Just when U think I am not there KALI, there I am BROWN EYED GIRL.
What happened 2 me in 1996 at Haddonwood at the outside pool with the giant controlled integretronized flies cannot all B told ever, but these large flies have been multiwave oscillated and can never die out of physicality. Also they have learned how to turn themselves into large black planes and helicopters, when enough of them get together. This world was invaded by us when we started inventing machines that played around way too much with radio frequency generation. Get all the books written by JAMES REDFIELD, and just start there. Telephones were invented to communicate with the astral planes, and I basically use them 4 this purpose, rarely use them to talk to people here in this realm.
Once I awaken the all MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS, her memories will B in tact and she will come and take me away with her, after totally destroying anyone, or any world, that even tries to get in her way. Can any of U imagine trying to patent my machine that can turn any old person back to 20 again and keep them there? Can anyone begin 2C the panic and the craziness that would immediately ensue? Sooner or later, some jag-off who is scared 2 die, will approach me and ask 4 me to integretronize them with my multiwave oscillation cellular integrenitrizer device. All it is is a simple separation of north and south pole radio frequency all along the EMS, electromagnetic spectrum, and then it cancels all south polarized signals harmful to cellular life, and radiates all possible north ones up and down like a giant arm sliding up and down a giant piano with a million octaves on each side of the existing ones on a current piano, and of course, a step-up 100,000 watt power transformer, a neutralization MRI tunnel, a few gismos to keep the patient from being exposed to a few rads, and now since all cells are programmed perfectly to B what they R and remain endlessly dividing and multiplying like the cancerous ones automatically do, each have frequencies that keep them on track, balanced, and vibrant so 2 speak, but crunching the numbers 2 locate the ones to do this would take the best computers of tomorrow centuries 2 figure out. So since no north pole frequencies are cellularly destructive, just either neutral or the correct key that fits the locks, we isolate out all the destructive south polarizations and slide the scales with great amounts of power until all the cells in the magnetic resonance imaging tunnel have been completely re-programmed and totally effected by the radio frequency generation that programmed them into beingness in the first place. My machine is in 24 pieces, none of which R in my residence, and only I know exactly how 2 put it together and make it properly operate. Over the weekend last week, all my colored Christmas lights, that I use year round, as colored light is an automatic mood elevator, suddenly brightened to 3 times their norms, and grew deep pink in hue, and after 5 seconds, returned to normal as if nothing ever happened. Then the phone rings and I pick it up. A voice says to me, “if pink is not pretty enough, how about purple”. Then, click, and soon after, just a dial tone. Ever since, I am getting loud static on my line, and strange sounds of other types as well. When I try to call to retrieve a message from the Verizon answer call system, if the siege is bad as it has lately really been bad, I always hear a loud ‘CLINK’ sound right B4 the opening message welcoming me to their service. When I am not under the super siege, I do not, and as I have repeatedly said, we opened the door into their world through radio frequency, and the invasion began, basically around the end of the 19 forties, same as the rash of UFO sightings, none of which by any means is a coincidence.
I am tired and hungry, and must work tonight, I could tell so fucking much if I had more time, but the clocks R indeed ticking, so BROWN COW KALI, my teen queen BEG, I beg U2 stop hating me so much, U loved me back in the 19 sixties. Remember, I don’t think I can go for any of this, and I can B invisible around U all over, not just while U cross those RR tracks in your car with your girl friend ten years ago. Just when U think I am not there KALI, there I am BROWN EYED GIRL.
Friday, March 02, 2007
People,
how can anyone read these old blogs that you can verify by going up
on the original posts that are dated, that the things I have said
are lies? I did not put all the things in RED PRINT that proves this
to my satisfaction, but I could have checker-boarded this work a lot
more if I had wanted to folks.
None
of you have any idea what is going on with me and the IF, or
(Interaction forces), as they pertain to my sanctioning from living
a normal life. But one thing tells me I have a small laugh out of
this. Countries like Misses Mobil Korea of the AT&T eighties,
they know; because they can relate. I don't accuse America, or its
powerful great citizens of anything, but I am not stupid, and it
does fucking offend the hell out of me that you all think you can do
all of this to me all this time, and I don't have a clue what is
going on, like I'm nothing but a fucked up total ass retard or
something, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
received a telephone call back on Monday morning from the recording
place that I have been going to since the end of 2010, while living
up on 26th Street and Avenue E, at the home operated by
the weird social worker and her weird father, April Lee and Raymond
Bailey, with that very wild corporate name that would appear on
canceled rent checks. But rather than go off on nine billion fucking
tangents, let's stick to the topic at hand. This shows my life is
beyond those Serling high piano notes, as once I say anything, each
part of it is a story, inside another story, inside another story,
and seemingly on without any end in god dam sight, good folks,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But back to the Avalon Studio.
I
was called by my engineer on Monday morning and told that they no
longer will be operating as they did before, and that the BonJovi
technology that they are known globally for, will be all they will
be concentrating on, it is something that enhances sound, and has
applications in numerous fields, from aviation to medical to you
name it, and recording music is not going to be done any more. They
are the only studio in the county, and that wraps up my doing
anything in music. However, since we had a deal that I was coming
over in the middle of May to do another project and pay for the old
project from a year ago, and since they are dismantling everything
now, my entire project is 'on the house', sort of like a big
professional gambler being comped by the casino, only real high
rollers would get a 500 dollar or better deal, so I on one hand have
lost a lot, but on the other, have saved a lot. Still, I hate taking
things for free, but if I did not go and get my CD, it would just be
destroyed and lost, so yesterday, Friday late afternoon, I went to
pick it up around just shy of four of the clock. It is the best
thing that they ever did for me, even though the magic art of what I
could do a long time ago cannot seemingly be duplicated, it is very
good. Remember, it is a real song and not a harmony track, yet a
three or four second part of a 1984 telephone conversation, all
digitally cleaned up, was used to get a pretty dam good sampling of
the harmony track, and is a lot better than what I posted up on the
paulaking2011 channel on Youtube back on December 18, of 2012. It is
not posted up, not is anything else down. I am in a very Lilian
Green type of situation, and I doubt if she is reading this, that
she has a clue what I mean, and I know that no on else does, but I
do not ever forget anything, right down to hearing her on a
telephone speaking of these things, while I could not make up my
mind about signing a lease to live in the Public Housing building in
Atlantic City back around 2002 somewhere around the summer time, and
she said to the person that she was speaking to, something about a
power struggle, and was giving me that wild look simultaneously,
that only Mary Tyler Moore and her friends on that network
understand and get all this, as it matches the look on the face of
the dude in that movie from 1996 called, “Night of the Twisters”,
and the heavyset man standing outside the bank in town, and the dude
who was just denied a loan, if that sounds familiar to anyone, was
walking out, Mister Hatch, and he was holding a radio and standing
there staring like he knew something that nobody else did, and on
the radio was a weather bulletin regarding the approaching wild
weather into their area. David Roth and I called these type of
strange peeps that we would encounter as well, only in our real
life, ''Pop Ups”, and or, “Send Backs”. I won't go postal
here with this, but I know that an entire book could be written on
just what I have opened up right here on this short one little blog
about these type of incidents, and the movie on the MTM Network from
good old time travel rubberepairman 1996, who was a boy then, and
can still come to me as a boy and does, only in 2010 down here in
Florida, my memory, AGAIN was fucked with big time, and who are we
talking about, Mister Ed Duke Patty?????????????????? It is time I
tell you that I know exactly what happened that day as I was filling
the coolers with Gatorade up at the great twenty-fifth Street,
http://www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/
Yes folks, I have a daughter who goes beyond any possible way for me
to adequately describe, and she knows it, and I also know that she
knows that I know it. Yes, I said THAT, not WHAT, imagine that, it
was typed before I could even stop myself, so I figure, let's leave
it on here, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
took a short nap, it is now nearly half past seven on Saturday
morning, and my area is under a chemtrail attack, not a real bad
one, but it is out there, as it was yesterday as well, but by mid
afternoon, was all for the most part, dissipating away. There is no
real magic to the chemtrail phenomenon other than for the fact that
it is used as a harassment and a health destroyer, as these jet
fuels are a mixture of kerosine's and propane's and other nasty
shit, and when they dump it to get lighter loads for landings, it
freezes in the air immediately, in a new atmosphere that is indeed
warming up, but not through anything mankind is doing, or let me
say, our effect is so miniscule, it is like adding thimblefuls of
water to an empty bathtub and anticipating taking a nice bath in a
short while. Cut me a fucking break, Marge Leo and Al Buttwipe Gore!
Folks,
we have not scratched the surface of Isiscylla and her family, my
WOMO-M2F enemies, the real 7+ years of my blog story that go a lot
deeper than anything written on the actual blogs so far, memories
and time manipulation through hyperspace and the fourth and fifth
dimensions, but I'll fucking tell this much of it right now. Things
are NOT WHAT THEY APPEAR TO BE FOLKS, not for me, and believe it or
not, NOT FOR YOU EITHER, YO!!!!!!!!
MOUNTAINPEN, AKA MARK WAYNE MOHR
©
BLOG URLS 2006-2013
Jupiter
Inlet welcomes all of you, leprechauns and all, especially tomorrow
the seventeenth.
I
do not want to get into any details, but I will tell you a few
things about all this and keep it real short for right now. For a
while, everything was all about my car and being vandalized by
hoodlums and thugs from the hood here. Suddenly, with or without
seeing any Walmart stores, POOF, it switches to major problems with
my housing and inspection. Then again, POOF, the other day, DM did
not even come up to the apartment at all, and I woke up late in the
morning just in the nick of time to dress myself and hurry down the
freaking elevator and into her office with some more paper work, and
she told her assistant to come up and check things, and she would
not have cared if I had made the stuff even worse, it was as though
the energy of the individual problems and hassles that were striking
me one after another, were magically created for a certain amount of
days and hours, and then with every bit as much mystery and intrigue
and weirdness, POOF, it would switch off and onto a new thing, and I
am talking about in ways that a fucking moron retard would not be
able to ignore and would totally observe and notice,
blindfolded!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All I am willing to say is the more I
mess with Isiscylla, the worse she will make it for me, so as I told
the copyright office back in the late spring or early summer in
1983, and in reiteration now to its maxed out fucking epitome, and
without Dawn-Marie King getting too excited in or out of her letters
to me, UNCLE-UNCLE-UNCLE. Yeah, good
old Christmas lights and websites, oh boy, I just said I'd quit
fucking with her, sorry, YO!!!!!!!
©
BLOG URLS OF MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2013, DUHHH!
Now
we will examine how my WOMO enemies,
MIND-HACKED me, with their powerful
ETTOS-PAWM-PIE system, while I was doing
the past blog of Chapter-9. After this, we will move on to
discuss more stuff. JUST AS I TOLD YOU GINA, MY LOVELY GIANT NIGHT
LADY OF THE NINETIES; THE DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES, IS FLYING
UP EVERY SINGLE DAY. IT HAS BEEN ONLY UP
FOR NEARLY A MONTH
NOW WITH MAYBE THREE DAYS OF EXCEPTION. THIS SUPER
MONSTER BULL RALLY IS EXACTLY TOLD AND PREDICTED, OR WAS, BY ME, THE
MOUNTAINPEN; THE CRAZY CURSING DUDE OF WFMU, AND ALL OF HIS PALS. In
case my message is not getting across since not one person has
commented and given me my props, I will have to do it all by myself,
and guess what folks, I am not one tiny little bit mother fucking
shy about doing just fucking THAT!
I
TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO******************
I
TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO******************
I
TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO******************
One
thing about me, I may pen name myself as many folks do on many
online sites with various screen names, such as Mountainpen, but I
would never think of calling myself the name of some world famous
recording artist, like Jason Forrest did. Yes, my mind was hacked
severely, as I said there were three things going back to 1997, and
then the fourth one went back into the Orwell times of early 1984,
at my Throat Specialist's Northeast Philly Office, off of Grant
Avenue somewhere. The biggest one out of all four, not three times,
when this family messed with and hacked my memory, or time itself
really, thus memories would merely correspond to the altered
situation, or go blank, and the reason for why it does one or the
other, is too complex for this blog today, so let me move on, and
continue with the biggest of all four of these things, taking place
in middle June of 1996, at my apartment, the Highview Complex, at
the quad-corner of Unhappy, Unhealthy, Kent Street, and Sicklerville
Roads. I speak of course of the great KING who came to me as Queen
Paula, and nine months later, Pee Junior was born on March the
twenty-ninth in 1997. I have totally blocked memories of the giant
goddess after she rang my doorbell at the Highview Apartments, yet
my maintenance man, Sam, asked me who my giant goddess girlfriend
was, as he almost lost his balance and fell over when he saw her
from his adjacent back yard, to quote the dude from June of
ninety-six, folks. But this story of my four big memory gap outs
does not contain a lot more of them, and this blog will not be
getting into them for now. What needs to be addressed here now are
two other powerful items. First, we are now a society that keeps our
fragile weak memories all stored on Twitter Accounts, telling the
world our business day by day, every little move we make. Just why
this all happened, I cannot give you a precise answer right now, all
though I am working on a real doozie whopper, President Obama, my
friend; and other loyal Morians out here. What needs to get
explained my good folks is simply this. When we as a collective
society, begin to keep a collective record like this, we can access
it, and most of us now, from the time this all started, and forward
as we live onward, can reconstruct our lives a million percent more
improved, by doing this. Why they do it publicly and not privately
in a diary, is anyone's guess, perhaps the need to feel important or
popular, but for whatever the reason, now, there is less and less
opportunity for the Exploratronic-Supermind (ES) to be able to play
lots of nasty mystical magical games with us, anywhere near as often
and as well. I was not born with my memory by the way. I used to
keep a life journal on cassette tape and had twelve thousand taped
events, not a day missing, not an hour probably. The more I reviewed
stuff, the more my unconscious mind began to reveal to me that I
will not need to record things forever, at least for my sake. This
behavior begins to alter the way the brain works, or it did in my
case. Let me just speak for myself. After the time I came down to
Florida in late 2009, it was a perfect minute to minute memory
track, all the way back. But this is not the point. What is the
point is that in this new world of the tweety birds and the rocking
robins, we all can do this, and I believe wholeheartedly that my
mind is not any different than all of yours. As you review your
journals or Twitter accounts or whatever, you will begin to
re-remember things that were almost gone forever out of your
conscious mind's grasp. The longer you do it and the more often you
do it with more time period to cover, the more your brain will
mysteriously rewire itself to a point where you become like a
computer remembers, and not in fragmentation and overall general
tiny pieces. My mind started doing this in the nineties, and by
2010, the hard wiring of my new brain is almost without any gaps at
all, so the few that I do have, stand out big time. Also, the more
you remember about waking life, the more you start remembering
'dreams', not just ones you just had, but ones long forgotten to you
and never remembered. Then more wild stuff happens. You remember
things that the world may tell you did not happen, only they did, in
interactions with you and the IF, that is of course, without the
bread, or any other old sixties songs of the Walgreen Pharmaceutical
Chain. Go crow on that one for a while, good people. You see,
nothing is forgotten, no detail to any day, a month ago, a year ago,
1000 years ago. This is where it goes places where I am not ready to
take all of you yet. Keeping your mind the way it is, protects you
from the hell of too much remembering. I never said that this is
some blessing, and if I had to choose a fitting way to describe my
existence, I would say, a cursing, and even at the risk of being
pigeonholed by Twinbay; am I right Jason Forrest Fromthetrees?
Seeing life the way most of you all do, you must admit to yourself,
that you are not the person that you were, not in your life, not in
your situations, not in your surroundings, and not in your mental
personality, 5 years back, ten, fifteen, and keep going in these
multiples of fives for as long as you have lived. Those old yous all
died. The new you is the you that you are at the present time. Do
you feel dead? This barrier does not stop at a birth-bed and a
death-bed either folks. I may not be Benjamin Franklin any longer,
and I certainly am not Hitler any longer. Where are you when I
mother fucking need you, you old jerk off unforgiving soul, Steve
Murray, of Florence, New Jersey, USAESMWG????????? So folks, let us
reiterate my 4 hugest memory gap-out strikes, since except for these
times, I remember with total clarity, all the other shit all before
and after the actual strike, and in ALL 4 CASES, JUST WHO IS
INVOLVED, BUT MY DAM DAUGHTER'S FAMILY, OR ISIS HERSELF? Listed in
time order, present time backward, and with a quick blurb insert
following the date with the event: October of 2006, while with Ed
Lynch, McGuire appears at the car window in a photo later developed,
nobody ever saw him in real life----attack-1. February of 1997,
after leaving McGuire's bar, forgetting the name of 'CALLIO' as soon
as I began driving away, attack-2. June 1996, Giant P comes to my
apartment and does another rape and memory gap on me like July 4,
1969 all over again, only she miscarries and my younger daughter
only exists in many parallel universes where she is just about to be
released from the local area famous Harborfields Detention Center of
Egg Harbor City, attack-3. Leaving the 506 Robin Hill Apartment in
1984, to drive to a very mysterious Throat Specialist's Office in
Northeast Philadelphia, no memory of anything except the man who
examined me and told me he could not find anything wrong with me,
the entire rest of the day blank forever, and years later in 1989, I
stumbled onto my Life Journal cassette tapes, and remember, I even
had a tape recorder permanently kept in my automobile, back when I
was keeping this life journal; and the story is not too pretty
folks, as I was diverted to a side street while trying to drive back
to I-95, after leaving the doctor, and was forced out of my car by
fake police who took me to a home with a lot of naked African
American people, living right where the windows faced the highway,
and the rest of it is so unbloggable, I would not dare tell it, but
the FBI most likely has these tapes even as I speak, as my journal
was all lost to the mighty King Branch of THAT-FAMILY or (TAWF-70)
as I also have labeled them.
Now
here is why I knew things would totally mother fucking collapse for
me in the first few months of 2013. As soon as the Hickey Hockey
Ling-Long Henry 12 Angry Men Fonda Season, resumed, just as it did
after 1994 ended and 1995 came in, remember how the fucking markets
DOUBLED IN POINT VALUE, in three tiny years, 1995-1996-1997?
Remember this anyone, or do you need to check with your Twitter
Accounts, oh that's right, your lives cannot be accessed, as Twitter
was not there back then for you. Oh yes, the filthy fucking Philly
Flyers came back super strong and nearly clinched Lord Stanley's Cup
that short season, and I know they're having a super bang up season
again this year, they have to be, even though I do not follow this
fucking shit one bit, and you can see the stock market as well,
making ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS, and just as I TOLD ALL OF YOU, IS NOW
CREEPING UP ON THE 15,000 POINT MARK, and then it will reach 16000,
17000, 18000, 19000, 20000, and within three years, this 13,000
figure will double as it did before, and by mother fucking early in
2016, the DJIA will be around 26,000 FUCKING CUNT POINTS IN VALUE,
and all by evil crooked criminal means of destroying pathetic MARK
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN FUCKING MOHR.
Yes,
whoever you are, friend of the dude I used to call Chester, and who
really is Frank; thank you for telling people that I am indeed for
real, and you know it, and you can see I am not making any of this
up, RIGHT DOWN TO THE DOW JONES STOCK MARKET PRICES. It is all
coming to fruition, just as I said that it all would. Too bad I
cannot take everyone everywhere, with me, 24-7-365.2422; and let
them see all of this for themselves; along with about ten
quintillion other wild outlandish inconceivable huge things.
Folks,
a horrible cramp and shit attack struck me tonight around half past
seven while I was trying to enjoy the television show called, ''The
Mentalist''. I am still in pain. Recently, the WOMO enemies have
been back to striking me hard with these major health attacks, done
with total absolute stealth and black-ops precision. Obviously, when
the filthy fucking jerk off Flyers Hockey season started up, then
this had to, so that they could re-engineer all of this all over
again, and recreate 1995 all fucking cunt lapping over again. Here
we go, right © Office of WASH-DOC-13-600? Yes Roy old buddy, just
like you told me, no one in that town can behave themselves, so they
have to have the age of consent as low as thirteen. How could our
government run if every fucking politician there in town was licked
up in fucking prison, YO? This is certainly no freaking bloody shoe
museum secret, right Vasco DeGama and Ponce Deleon? If I need to
consult more powerful peeps than this, why not just have me get back
in touch with Louis Chicky Laines and Scott Ransom?
W-----O-----W!!!!!!!!!!!!
No, I think it might be more prudent of me to locate my old friend,
Margie Leo from late in 1985, and ask her to just, as she would say
so absolutely and perfectly, “Cut me a break, YO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nobody
can say, I KNOW or WOW like my wonderful all mighty daughter, and
the entire world knows it, no matter how they do not like it, but
please bring my bank truck back, TD, I need to see it when I go
there. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
MORIANITY
PART 5, CHAPTER IX
MOUNTAINPEN, AKA MARK WAYNE MOHR
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOG URLS 2006-2013
1:45
AM-EDST, THURSDAY, 14 MARCH, 2013
I
said that I would keep my mouth shut about some wild 'pillow-talk'
done by my father, Mister Wayne Landis Mohr, born in Toledo, Ohio,
USAESMWG, on 10 September of 1919 and I will, as long as certain
things remain in an agreement between the Milituforce and myself.
But that does not mean that I will not do what all children as well
as adults who remember being children once, all have mostly done
when our mother would make cake or fudge or brownies and we to quote
the expression, 'asked to lick the bowl', a gross thing to do, and
not what we really did, still, that was the going expression, and
still appears to be even on the most modern hip today, up to date
television shows. Yes, I cannot grab a large piece of the cake
tonight, but that does not mean I will not lick the bowl here; not
after a SUPER BOTBAR TIMES
4 COSMIC/MAGNETIC ATTACK
from the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, or said
more up to date, the INTERACTION FORCE,
and even more modern and updated, might be what was said all along
all throughout many of my 2007-2009 blogs a lot, while back in New
Jersey, the 'ES' or the (Exploratronic
Supermind). But first things first. I was Microsucked shortly
past midnight yesterday, Wednesday, or about 24 hours ago from right
now, as I speak/type; with their 'UPDATES'. We all get this, at
least from what I have been told, and learned recently, in the past
year or two; from three different sources; unless one uses the Apple
system, over this less expensive one, and so as usual; what else,
the rich have it better. So color me impressed, and like DUH, right
Ann King, old 'buddy'????????????????????????? WOW, did I do some
powerful scrubbing for two days, daughter of AK, or late one. I
wonder why this entire family has death dates on so many holidays.
Well, that is of course not as simple as it sounds on the surface,
huh Mister PP of SPR, now defucked?Yes folks, licking the pan is
going to be fun this morning, and since I have been under this
monster ass death attack, and MARCH of 2013 has been beyond mother
fucking putrid and horrendous for me, I am not just going to stand
idly by while these sleazy diseased twisted jerk off maggots from
hellfire, laugh and jeer and injure me severely, and walk away so
clean, leaving my nice shiny shoes all red and blood stained; right
Copyright Examiners from 2000 AD? Just imagine after you read this
blog through to the end, if I tell you now that this is just me
licking the pan, not making the large pan of fudge for a family
feast, what would really all get said if I ever go entirely off and
tell the whole dam ass thing, ladies and gentlemen?
First
off folks, I need to address the subject of the record promoter from
1980, while I was employed at the RPL Sound Studio Labs, in Camden,
New Jersey, USA, ESMWG, by the name of Lenny William McKinnon. Not
only was he quite a fascinating 'entity', but so are his vine roots
as well. He may have left me with lots of sour grapes, but that is,
as Donna Diva Summer the late disco queen may put this, neither
hair, nor there! Still, when I really go to town and tell the entire
enchilada, Lads, Lassies, Labbers, and Lab Dogs, (L-4), you'll know
it, because you will be suddenly seeing your socks, not on your
feet, and you will not be at the Walmart Store, unless you are
playing with a tablet or PC or phone there, and happen to be viewing
this blog, by some wild 'chance', no such thing, there are more
leprechauns people, than there are random coincidences and pure
chance encounters of anything, so believe 'THAT', Rockdroid
Roddenberry. Don't crush poor old Captain Kirk there big LURCH RORO;
as he has a daughter to take care of, and they both have their
automobiles as well to be concerned with; right Miss Lee Farmers?
Well folks, shall we get down and dirty into the business at hand
now, maitees, YARRR?????
Lenny
and his friends, invented what you call RAP
MUSIC. He is no ordinary man, and never
was. He has been following me throughout the past few millions of
years, along with many others in the ES, such as Julia White, who we
all know what I believe; and I know that nobody believes me, so you
know what; that is fine for now, but when I tell some more; you will
be scratching your head, wondering and worrying; as I am totally
planning to make this very personal, or in other words; you WILL be
identifying stuff in your own life, as soon as you fully digest this
blog chapter; and you are not going to be in a real good mood for a
while, and that's a promise. So if you wish to skip this, and gloss
permanently over Chapter Nine, of Morianity-Part-5; this may be a
real dam good time to hit the 'Next Blog' button, or simply log off
of the Wordpress, or Blogger, Websites. You have been sufficiently
and properly warned, so if you go nuttier than a fruit tree in a day
or two, 'don't even think about' suing me, parking across from the
Cifaloglio Garage, or pulling the Trump Rug off his majesty's great
scowling frowning evil head!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Talk
about the real 1-2-3.
As
you know, I am under a wild new attack that began as this horrible
fucking March month came in. This has been a month ever since I was
a dam ass teenager, that I have hated with a passion, and then later
on after age 30 or so; I came to despise October with equal force
and passion, and all for very real and personal, and totally off the
wall Twilight-Zone reasons; that we need not get into on this
freaking blog, good folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just last night, Wednesday night, from seven through eight of the
fucking asshole clock, my monster ass mother fucking nabes, did
nothing but slam in and out and in and out and in and out; totally
senseless persecution of me, and I think the smarter quarter of my
audience knows exactly what is going on, and does not dismiss these
coincidences like the non fans of the great “Law & Order”
television show might.
In
addition, these rotten bastard prick scum
bags, for some time again, HAVE BEEN BACK ON A REAL ROLL
OF PUMMELING ME WITH THEIR EVIL;
CONSTANT NOISE, SCREAMING, SLAMMING, IN AND OUT, ALL DAY AND NIGHT,
AND FLATTENING MY TIRE WITHOUT HELP FROM
JULLIARD MS OF MANHATTAN, OR ANY OF ITS QUITE BRIGHT PUPILS.
DOORS GO ON ALL NIGHT AGAIN NOW, THEY ARE GOING ON STILL AS I WRITE
THIS FUCKING BLOG AT 2:24 AM, AND THE MANAGEMENT WILL NOT DO A THING
TO THEM, AS THEY ALL HAVE BEEN PAID OFF OR THREATENED OFF. Still, I
was informed, that when I wish to move, if I get a doctor's note
that my nerves are being adversely effected to the point of injuring
my general health, they will move me to the building up north a ways
on 7th Avenue, into a unit for old and quiet peeps, like
me, someone who hates music and loud noise. So I am not ready to
move yet, but soon, this is what I will in fact be doing, just as I
did in 1984, leaving 506 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees, New
Jersey; for 1406 Highland Avenue, in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, W—O—W.
Despite
all the hell, I made back all my lost units in my Systems-Roulette,
as I said before, and have made a small March profit of 28 and a
half freaking units. If I had not lost those 48 and a half units on
that day before the Dow Jones CROSSED-OVER
into all time RECORD HIGH TERRITORY,
that caused that magnetic disaster to happen to me, I would have a
March total profit of 76 units, or in 1986 money in Atlantic
City, $7,600.00 cash money, on the black gaming level, or
one hundred dollar playing chips level. But this is of no
consequence, and beginning right now today, I am not going to be
playing roulette on paper any more, and am making plans to get to
South America before the RUN AWAY SONG
WARNING strikes twice, and just ask the mother fucking
Empire State Building how many times it gets struck by Diana
Zudlecronessia Arteemis every year, and then the idea of striking
just twice will not seem strange and foreign to any of you, YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! And please,
no 1988 McDonald bouncing around dancers,
TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now moving right along
here good people, Lenny McKinnon and his friends from the late
seventies, were just a small part of my nearly 60 years of life as
Mountainpen, but several powerful things involved with this dude,
have altered my life in ways too major and incredible to be
intelligently discussed in any one short blog work. The powerful
people who Scott Ransom was referring to about
8 years after Lenny McKinnon's paths crossed mine making this
the time circa of 1988; may very well
be the greatest male Disco scum bags of
their day, the BG's.
I have come to learn just since residing here in Florida and away
from an entire life up in Jersey; that this record promoter had made
some kind of a secret deal behind my back, with Levy and Gibb,
giving them the right to my song, 'Lost Love', written and
copyrighted by me back in fucking ass 1977. It is all there in the
Copyright Office, but this work when lovely Donna Patterson re-did
it for me, along with her friends, Albert Pileggi, Jan Nace, Robert
Andrews, and Mister Russell of the Russell Music School across from
the Garden State Race Track, in those 1980 times, no longer
operating under that name now and for quite a while, however good
folks; you will not see my 1975 or 1977 copyrights on 'LOST LOVE'
and 'SPIRIT PEACE' songs, on my recently posted Copyright Public
Record Form, on my blogs; as it only goes back into 1978, on that
particular form. They have the other two copyrights from 1975 and
1977 as well as my book from Halloween Day of 1994, called, ''The
Permission Barrier'', on separate forms; or so they have informed
me. I merely pass on this information to my Blogging Audience, or my
blogaud, for short.
But
the big pan lick is yet to come, and will only just open up a
gateway into your thinking, if you allow the process to begin in
your mind, called enlightenment; that is. What I will tell you now
good people is not from any book or person, no guru on top of the
Himalayan Mountains told me, no great mystical being appeared at my
bedside, no dream, no meditation, no altered states of mind
awareness, and ''no nothing'', if I can quote lovely Diana Ross,
from 1983. Before I go directly into it, something else will be
told, that will dovetail real nicely; and leading perfectly into the
topic. Before my father 'turns the page and dies', Paul Michaels; or
before Sidney Crown 'has my voice recorded', back in 1969, to keep
me from doing mischievous mirror tricks; all this shit you
see on fucking TV about kids doing really bad shit,
and becoming monsters, is a lode of fucking crap; as I
did a lot of shit that was real bad, and so have most of my family
members; and let
me tell you something. If it ever all came out, Ziggy, it would not
be simply awesome or monstrous, or reprehensible, or unspeakable. It
would be what no possible human language would ever be able to
create, and
that, my friends and fiends out here; is total fucking GOSPEL! WOLF,
WOLF, WOLF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Trump this if you can, and see if
you can make your mark on the world, the way this dude has done. Oh
yes Jill MacInaley, your lovely Gong-Show twin Shorty MacInvondi
Trump, is right up all our asses, at C-SQ! I will most definitely
get much more specific and detailed on things that pertain to PHASED
ENTITIES from the
spirit world (Astral-Plane), such as Shorty MacInvondi, who used me
to bring their life force into the human waking dream-world, as
opposed to the normal dreaming of getting born and living as a baby
and a toddler and a child and an adolescent and then an adult and
then stop dreaming completely one day, just waking up where they
really are. I will also tell you that the more math and science you
have under your belts, the better you can relate to what I am about
to shock you with, and you will not like it, know that right now.
Would you really like me to lie to you and insult you that way, or
tell it up front and straight out, people? I mentioned that I have a
near absolute memory on a conscious level, minute to minute, from
the present point, all the way back to my birth. It is not all
fragmented and in pieces. You will not like it when I tell you why
memory is for the most part, that way with most of you out here. You
will want to die once I tell it, and if you can even grasp a small
part of the truth that I am about to impart. Except for a few small
times when I totally know that I was interfered with by way of STM
(SPACE-TIME-MIND), I have a totally interference-proof, closed
private circuit. They cannot mess with me, not for a long time yet
when I eventually age and fail in this lifetime, and begin to no
longer keep the ES out of my system with a password. All of you are
open circuits. You are all living totally password unprotected. You
have billions of dollars in mind accounts in an invisible computer
that you leave on and with no password protection operating, and go
outside, and the Exploratronic Supermind comes in each time you exit
your residence, and they get on and do a million things to you. Now
I am not being literal here, this is a parable, just like my
sixty-first grandfather's Uncle Jesus Carpenter used to use, so that
he could relay powerful truths kept hidden by the conscious
collective of the waking hyperspace reality in three dimensions.
Your 4-5-D is totally protected, but in your waking life, you have a
million gapped out pieces, and each piece leaves you vulnerable to a
STM interference by the ES (Exploratronic Supermind). Only a few
exceptions have occurred, and world, it is by this powerful great
family, every single time. It is all on previous blogs. It happened
to me and was done by them, and the last three most recent strikes
were as follows: Ed Lynch and I went to Atlantic City to take photos
for use on my Morianity-Foundation web-page, in October of 2006, and
we both were memory gapped out, by family member Robert McGuire.
Sarah Callio and McGuire, family members, were also involved back on
7 February in 1997, they cannot take that away from me, as on that
date the DJIA fell about 50 points because I was able to make
contact with this incredible family, but when it did me no good, the
market instantly rebounded and shot back up, you can check and
verify this information online somewhere on some Wall Street Journal
Newspaper or similar periodical source in an archive from your local
library. Anywho, I had just asked Sarah her last name, and maiden
name, and she said Callio, quite reluctantly; and then they both
made me totally forget that name as I drove down Tennessee Avenue,
before I came to the first intersection, Pacific Avenue. Every
single time you cannot remember one single minute of your time, you
are a computer in the hands of a cosmic hacker using a future known
reality called STM, to invade your beingness, and make continuous
alterations in your waking life, that effect the entire interaction
of you and me, and all of us as a whole, or a conscious waking
collective. Any tiny time that you cannot pull up in your waking
mind, you most likely have been on a trillion trillion trillion
journey's inside of those fragmented pieces of reality, with an
unknown to this time period club and group, that will indeed come to
be known as the cosmic EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND, or the
ES. Going back to my fourth gap out, where a significant part of my
day cannot be recalled, is on the day of my medical appointment with
the throat specialist just off of Grant Avenue, in Northeast
Philadelphia; back early in 1984. I was not the one all hung up with
those audio tapes, and those who were, all know this is totally the
truth. You made the big deal out of it. I was only as far as the
'MY' coming out on the copyrighted ''Real Good girl'' song, in
August of 1986. Munch on this a while, good folks, and watch those
black ops choppers; as they do indeed come into our urban areas.
David Roth and I witnessed a fleet of them, right near the old Sears
Building, that they later imploded, also in N.E. Philly-57-vampire
sticks that fly, huh Snyder?
This
is just a pan licking folks. This is not the big nice batch of
fudge, or cookies, or cake. This only scratches a surface on shit
that I could type on and on until the blog was 1000 Moby fucking
Dick book lengths long, YO. So in the interest of my getting a
little shut eye now, I bid you all a fond ado. I am wasting my time
with suicide. Hell goes beyond death!!!
MORIANITY-PART
5
CHAPTER
Vlll
3:10
PM-EDST, WEDNESDAY, 03/13/2003
Neighbors
have been very bad and noisy for a week or more. Death
android/angels and clock ones attacks are continuous events.
Everything that can go wrong, is going wrong. Everybody is no good
and rotten, right down to the core, and the atoms inside the core
are totally rotten as well, and I'll argue that with physicists.
The
reason for the bull market has nothing to do with what I was
concerned may have been. It has been because, as always, all
attempts by me to pursue MUSIC, in any WAY, SHAPE or FORM, are
STOPPED AND INVISIBLY BLOCKED AND SANCTIONED, every single time, all
my mother fucking cunt eating pathetic life, by those who must know
the very same secret that I do, and also know of a statement made by
the great Plato quite a while back in time, that is lost to history,
but he said it to me when I was a silversmith in those days, “Beware
the tide that brings within it the music message, as it will be
heard the loudest and remembered the longest”. Someone is very
afraid of my message, my information, what I know; shall I go on? I
know for a fact that they are scared; and that this is why I am
being totally sanctioned, and everything that I have ever attempted
to do, has had the quintessential kibosh placed on it, by Scott
Ransom, and his 'very powerful and disgruntled people'. I look very
forward to my coming death. It will release me very soon, from the
horrible nightmare of human life as Mark Wayne Mohr. Naturally,
after I am no longer here to kick into pieces of shit by total sub
squat slime scum, as I'll be gone, then the EVIL EMPIRE as all evil
empires do, William Clinton and Secret Service, will ''fall into
history''.
Long
story short (LSS) good folks, the Avalon Studio in Port Saint Lucie
is closing to the public, and are going to be doing other things, so
I'll no longer be able to do things there. I cannot fight powers
that go beyond the fucking stars in the fucking heavens. Even I have
a point where it is ludicrous in my own mind to remain in a mode of
foolish tenacity. Another such example is not walking around a
thousand foot brick wall, but rather, keep banging my head on it
hoping I won't have to walk around it. Of course I won't. I would be
dead with my brains all smashed fucking in, right old pal Lee
Marvin, dirty-sir, and angry dozen, Jane Fonda papa? Hay, the world
says NO, so it's no. This entire thing is controlled by an
impregnable power structure from a higher realm and reality, who I
know personally as the Lambrigger Cult of the Briggbase of the
Province Olympia Phase-2 or the (spirit world, or Astral-Plane). You
know people, it is like taking a gun and taking a box of amo
bullets. Which is more powerful, the bullets or the gun? Nobody is
strong enough to throw the bullets hard enough to cause very much
damage and injury. The gun will sit there empty all shiny and
harmless by itself, as well. The logic in this little diddy is not
complex, all though figuring out what is missing here may in fact be
more elusive and difficult to locate, than untying the fabled
Gordian knot, that cannot ever be untied. A dummy can see that you
take the bullets and the gun, and you have a weapon. You take the
driver and the automobile, and you get a reliable way to transport
people. Separate from each other, the person walks and the car stays
parked. Nothing is wrong with either one of these items, but somehow
they are not connecting up correctly. Well if something is being
intentionally blocked and sanctioned, that is a great explanation
for many things. But it still leaves the powerful fucking unanswered
question of but who is causing this sanction blockade all of my
life, and more to the point, exactly for what purpose, WHY? I know
how real all this is, right down to people getting killed that get
involved with me, or in some cases merely scared or threatened, or
perhaps even PAID-OFF! I've seen it, over and over and over again,
and this does not make me a tin foil hat crazy person. I have seen
it; just like lots of folks have encountered a lot more than just a
television show, back in 1988, a great documentary on the New York
City Television Channel Eleven, WPIX; but rather they have seen more
than just this TV show in '88. We all know what we know, what we
hear, what we see, what our lives are about; and we can be told we
are wrong, or crazy, or this or that; but we all know, unless we are
legitimately mentally fucked up and demented, or brain damaged and
seriously mentally ill. I don't have to defend my life or my
position to a soul, not the guy down the fucking road, not the
governor, the president, the POPE, not even to Isiscylla, who just
sent me a message, and fucking hacked the I in the name, not
allowing it to capitalize no matter what I did for a while. You
really impress me with your stupid ass parlor tricks, and you have
no mercy and no feelings at all, and are the epitome of hypocrites,
writing that fucking bullshit on that wall. When I am down the most,
is when you kick the living crap out of me. My creditors are
persecuting the shit out of me today. Every time they know I am
hoping for a call on the telephone, they call me ten times that day
and mess with me. So FBI, and ACLU, and
FCC, how can they know I am expecting a call, unless they are
ILLEGALLY BUGGING MY TELEPHONE, AND LISTENING IN TO MY GOD DAM
PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS; IN
VIOLATION OF MY MOTHER FUCKING
RIGHTS TO PRIVACY?
My
health is messed with, my machines are all hacked, my enemies are on
a major roll for noise attacks on me, I AM BEING VICIOUSLY
PERSECUTED BY A BUNCH OF TWISTED FILTHY DISEASED MOTHER
FUCKING SLIME BAG PEOPLE, WITH NOTHING FUCKING BETTER TO DO WITH
THEIR TIME, THAN MESS WITH POOR LITTLE
NOBODY ME, yeah, some nobody, as if
this was REALLY THE CASE, then THIS WOULD NOT BE GOING ON for
a half of a fucking cunt century, ladies and freaking gentlemen;
does it not stand to mother fucking cock sucking reason?
I
plan to take my fucking life, and hope that I can remain
dead.
I have died 100 times in the past 35 years since that turn off of
Route 30 while heading over to Audrey Heller's house in the early
nineteen eighties, that I made, and do not think I cleared that
oncoming automobile. Sooner or later, this retracing machine has to
stop copying me. Funny huh folks, they don't like to be soul
captured, yet they fully retrace me physically back here in this
cave period. Go-Fig!
YES
I AM HERE, IT IS ME, MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN.
MICHAEL
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN, © BLOGS 2006-2013
MORIANITY
PART 5, CHAPTER VII
WEDNESDAY
MORNING, 2:08 AM, 13 MARCH, 2013
Ladies
and gentlemen, this was another rotten day with my horrible jerk off
nabes, but this time, it was a bate in job, and yes, planned in
advance by my new pal and future world renown entertainment
attorney, once my case is awarded a trillion dollars. This is not a
joke or a hoax, and already, a life has been lost I have been told,
and this is all that can be said, other than anyone who in any way
who is small like me, but not 'HUNTINGTON PROTECTED' like me,
becomes a major WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE target, once they so much as even
tell me any valuable information. This was the case here, and the
rest of the story for right now is totally not bloggable, folks,
sorry. A chosen generational Huntington is someone picked by my
starcestors long ago, Agent G7 not open command, but WOW,
someone knows what is getting typed, as a powerful subwoofer outside
is going off at 17 minutes past two in the morning, totally
illegally of course, and now has stopped, more hood enemies and
Nickpals I'm quite sure, but of course, it is not provable at this
time, all though, my new lawyer friend who we'll call by a made up
name of Jeff Starkey, confirmed that an entire gang in this Fort
Pierce area, is under standing orders 24/7, and this is to the best
of his abilities so far to gather this bit of flagpole information
of non transdimensional reality. For a while folks, we will be
talking very three dimensionally, leaving all dream-life in the
dirt, even though to me, it is like living with arms and legs
amputated, and with one ear and one eye, literally. This is because
to me, I know the entire fifth dimension is one truth and does all
interconnect, and especially in the more localized one percent or so
of the hyperspace realities, which could be vigintillions times
vigintillions or more. But I am hoping to get a few new converts of
Morianity, closet kept or not as this does not matter, as not that
long ago, gay and lesbian lovers, and behaviors, were also kept
deeply in the closet of our American society; but I am trying to get
people to be able to better relate, so I will have to live all half
blind and deaf and quadriplegically amputated, for right now, on the
next several blogs or so. You too Glinda and Toto, oh-oh!
Now
stay with me peeps, I'll try and make some of this real dam ass easy
for all of you, YO. Have a piece of bacon on me, David, and listen
up, BRAH. I do not need to wash my hands, nor did I that day up at
the Harvest on Twenty-fifth and Orange, back in twenty-eleven; but I
am glad that I got to wash my hands of you, dude!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
This
was the day where I needed to prove how every time I use my
telephone, and so much as speak; these jerk fucking off across the
hall neighbors, slam their door, over and over, super ass loud
until I hang up, and resume total graveyard silence; yet of course,
all day long, they can shout at the top of their fucked up lungs
whenever they want to, and slam their doors, and be in and out a
million times, should they so choose to; but don't so much as make
one tiny sound in your fucking apartment, poor
old jerk off Mark Wayne Mohr, not Egg Harbor City Bacon
Martin, huh Kevin Flatliners?
Yes
my Morians, I took a big chance reaching out to the State AG,
PCN-826, just like the stock market industrials, with 826 being a
Gawnumly self-compatible number, and all. You cannot, as I told JP a
while back at the turn of the millennium, make a total GOD out of
GAGA, and his magical numerology. It is great for establishing
baseline information but never ever live by it as though you have a
gun at your dam head, folks. Never be held hostage to anything that
we little 99ers already don't have to already be hostage to, without
having any say over it whatsoever. But as for Jeff Starkey, Esquire,
in the near future, in pseudonym; he will have the security footage
in my building for this day, pulled, to prove what these gang hoodie
snake vipers did, as they always do, only this time, it is caught on
video fucking tape. Slowly, again; as before my kidnapping by the
mighty elusive butterfly King branch of the mighty mysterious TAWF,
I am rebuilding my evidence file up, and this is just the very
beginning of a lot of shit that will also follow, as baiting in my
enemies is as easy to do as taking candy away from a two year old,
unless of course, they are able to say through a telephone, sixteen
years ahead in time, “I know”. You can hate me all you want to
Macy and family, but I cannot resist the temptation to say that word
right about now, sorry; W----O----W!
The
stock market has not dropped one single trading day in about a month
now, or so it seems, it may have a day here and there, maybe, but AS
I TOTALLY PREDICTED GINA AND ALL OTHERS, it is totally FLYING TO THE
MOON AND THE STARS OUT BEYOND THAT, and none of you knew it, but I
KNEW IT, and there is a reason I knew it, and it is why I was able
to consistently win money playing professional roulette back in
1986, and that is, the truth about Parallel Event, or applying it,
as in the word APE. Now this is not some big secret, and has been
told and discussed for seven years of my blogs now. What has not
been told completely is how the total story of everything all fits
together, and for a good reason. I don't yet have it all figured
out, but I'll admit one thing here and now. I would bet the devil
himself, my soul; and in fact am doing so right now; that when I
tell a few beyond gargantuan things later on, it will be curtains.
But I will not tell these things, as long as the EVIL EMPIRE does
not strike me with some huge plan. There is no other possible reason
for this
REAL MARCH MARKET MADNESS,
taking the DJIA up to places never before, and past where they were
since nearly six full years ago, unless some giant evil master plan
is being hatched against me, and the only thing that I can think of,
is another attack on my transportation. We all know what is being
said and it goes way beyond the Julliard Music School joke, already
told. I will agree not to tell this beyond huge secret, IF you do
not mess with me here. You can keep your rotten fucking stock
market, you evil capitalist greedy rat bastards. But as long as you
do not go after me at full blast, I'll fucking agree not to go after
you at full blast. Even my wonderful adorable child will tell you,
that you don't want me to do this, and nothing on my blog as of yet
even starts to tell this secret.
This was in my eternal shut up file, but I will remove it from there, unless you follow the advice of Sarah Crossover, and be good boys and girls. Your fucking move. But once it is told, the press will be all over this building in 24 hours and there will be no turning the clock back, so a very happy Thanksgiving, Russ-1500. You all behave a little bit, and I will, a little bit. Queen to queens level what Billy Shatner Trek? Is this the great Rockdroid equation, or is it Walmart equals Suddenly Seeing a neighboring house down the road, oh great ex-POPE? As for why MARCH has been the quintessential madness and sadness for me, this year; well; GAGA Kitty-Cat said to me, 'meow, meow, PCN-716. I cannot resist this one, and please TD, you are my fave bank and always will be, so please let me have a truck back on Route One's Fort Pierce, Florida Branch, thank you so very much, W--------O--------W. I have enough to blow away an army, later!
This was in my eternal shut up file, but I will remove it from there, unless you follow the advice of Sarah Crossover, and be good boys and girls. Your fucking move. But once it is told, the press will be all over this building in 24 hours and there will be no turning the clock back, so a very happy Thanksgiving, Russ-1500. You all behave a little bit, and I will, a little bit. Queen to queens level what Billy Shatner Trek? Is this the great Rockdroid equation, or is it Walmart equals Suddenly Seeing a neighboring house down the road, oh great ex-POPE? As for why MARCH has been the quintessential madness and sadness for me, this year; well; GAGA Kitty-Cat said to me, 'meow, meow, PCN-716. I cannot resist this one, and please TD, you are my fave bank and always will be, so please let me have a truck back on Route One's Fort Pierce, Florida Branch, thank you so very much, W--------O--------W. I have enough to blow away an army, later!
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MORIANITY-PART-5,
CHAPTER 00006
5:55
PM-EDST, 11 MARCH, 2013, EARLY MONDAY EVENING
For
an hour or more this morning, my dirt ball nabes from across the
hallway made a horrendous lot of noise shouting and banging doors.
But this dark cloud has a very silver lining, beyond just what my
new pal and budding upcoming promising new world famous
entertainment attorney of the future after my case wins global 'and
beyond' attention and recognition; has plans of doing with all of
this; but I ran into Debbie Marotto today after returning from the
Dollar Deals Store on Route One a mile to my south or just about,
where I needed to buy some various cleaners that will take care of
bringing my apartment up to specks in my kitchen and bathroom, and
along with the sponges and scouring pads and all of it, cost me only
a fin and change with the cut for the governor all included. So
Tomorrow, I will be a srubbin' folks, and THAT sir Rockdroid, is a
lot more than just the great equation, and you can tell Misses
Roddenberry I said so! As I returned back to my building, Debbie was
coming out to sit down on her smoke break and shoot the shit with
the residents that sit out there as well, and I showed her what I
bought and she told me it is all perfect, and will do the job very
nicely. But the real silver lining is something that will be taking
care of my noise problem once and for all, and I will not be
blogging it. If you need to know for any reason my friend Shf. Ken
Mascara, sir, just get in touch with Resident Manager, DM, she will
inform you, and the real super frikkin WOW
of all of this, is that this all takes me back to good old Robin
Hill Apartments, and 1984; and this blog most certainly, US ©
Office; is FOR
THE RECORD, ON THE
RECORD, and yes folks, BY THE RECORD. Another WOW is most definitely
needed here, yet a lot of my following Morians may be scratching
their heads, but oh well; I'll be getting
into a lot more than just better explanations of this,
as the hours and days continue to keep ticking on and on and on and
on, YO! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! I really do miss my wonderful
'WOW TRUCKS', TD BANK. Please bring one back, so I can see it when I
go over to do my banking. It is the only thing I have to keep me
close to the All Mighty Sarah-Stacey Krassle; as in her human form,
she totally hates my guts. Ain't life grand, David Bally?
Yes
dudes and duddesses, I AM
SURE THAT WALL STREET IS GETTING
ITS WAY, as this was
another horrific frikkin weekend, and everyone of them now will be;
unless the sheriff and the
police can do something to
protect me better on weekends; knowing how this evil
Wall Street operates!!
MORIANITY-5,
CHAPTER 00005
5:28
PM-EDST, SUNDAY, 10 MARCH, 2013
STARTING
BLOG, ON ANOTHER FUCKING SUNDAY SUPER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE ATTACK,
SIR SHF. K. MASCARA
All
day today, there is one fire alarm after another being INTENTIONALLY
SET OFF, it is not a PHA test, as the fire trucks come here each and
every time, so some resident is doing this on purpose. Never ever,
unless it is a test, that is run on that day, in my two years here
now; have there been FOUR FIRE ALARMS
IN ONE DAY, AND WITHIN ABOUT 4 OR FIVE HOURS
OF TIME PERIOD.
The
scum across the hall are shouting, and are in and out with their
loud booming ass doors as well, but I can almost understand it when
this many mother fucking fire alarms are going off today. It just
now stopped, this FOURTH FUCKING ONE,
and the fire truck is outside of the building, for the fourth time
now. It is 22 minutes past fucking four this late afternoon. This is
about the worst and noisiest Sunday ever, but notice peeps; EVERY
FUCKING SUNDAY FOR A MONTH OR TWO
NOW, SINCE THIS SUPER DOW JONES BULL RALLY
THAT IS TOTALLY OUT OF CONTROL, all began, THE
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE has struck me with severe deadly
fucking pummeling and death siege, so that they can get these huge
ICPE-APE results on the following BUSINESS FUCKING WEEK, ON THEIR
DIRT BAG TOTALLY FUCKING CHEATED
STOCK MARKET!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
folks, I will quickly tell you two things. First of all, my new
lawyer pal, that will be fresh out of college in the first week this
May, and who is going to help me to sue
these WOMO ENEMIES FOR ONE TRILLION
DOLLARS, after proving a lifelong fucking pattern, of
unspeakable and unthinkable persecution that is worse than what was
done to all of the Jews combined who suffered under Hitler; and this
is truth so help me ALL MIGHTY GODDESS ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY
JEHOVAH KRASSLE; and he told me that WOMO will probably
do this very exact thing to me this very weekend, and he has
a buddy over in our local Fort Pierce Fire Company, so as a
collaboration, this will ALL FIT SUPER DYNAMITE PERFECTLY, RIGHT
INTO MY MOTHER FUCKING HANDS, ladies and freaking gentlemen, YO YO
YO YO. So go chew on this little tid bit of indigestion juice, you
twat lapping fucking bastard enemies from
hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bounce that all around, YO YO Nothing
Prophets, of fucking McDonald Dancing 1988'ers, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
The
second thing now, is 'thisssssssssss', Miss Erica 'AMC' Snakes of
1983, WOW! The second
thing is that when I shortly blog some major previous
three week GAWNUM EQUATIONS from good old pussy cat GAGA,
well, let me just say that maybe you should brace for a real roller
coaster ride on Wall Street, when I do, and also, here are the
already provable facts about the folks trying to get me thrown into
the street. They have admitted on tape, to a private investigator,
who they think is their friend, well until they all read this
fucking blog; about taking the air out of my rear automobile tire,
as well as put dozens of cock roaches into my apartment, and one of
their friends is indeed, or was at that time, with the PHA, and has
been recently fired for misconduct, and Sheriff Mascara sir, I need
a lot of help from these HORRIBLE
FUCKING THUGS SIR, and also, I cannot in good
conscience tell whether this man lost his position with the PH
Authority for coming in here and letting dozens of roach babies
loose in my apartment about ten months or so ago, or if it was
totally an unrelated something else; but thank
the goddess that he is no longer working for the
'PHA'. Still, they are trying to get me on the street and homeless,
Sheriff, and I am the one who does nothing wrong and is in here
every day and night being good and quiet as a mother fucking
church-mouse, YO. This is the lifelong fucking hell that I AM forced
to endure, Roseann Neckbites, and yes, maybe if you all were raped
by an older married woman and had a crazy vamp after you at age 14
and a half at the same time, or were they one and the same person,
as I know this star family can do miracles beyond what Christ did
when here, and just who do you think Christ was, and why do you
think the Pope really stepped down, and should I go on, Sheriff
Mascara, and others out here in the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE,
YO? As the lovely 'L&O-CI' musical genius, and
young lovely girl, would say right about now; 'The End'!
THE
END!
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Chapter 2 (HELP ME JOHN JUDY)
THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION MY INTERACTION WITH THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL HERE IN FLORIDA Chapter #2, World
Labs-SBT-DATFILE: 050810.555.5555555555555555555555 Beginning
Transmission:
I am here at the library, having the most incredible mother fucking major computer HACK ATTACK, ever, in my entire 4+ year fucking blogging career. This is the 3rd time I have had 2 start over again, with a brand new blog on a different machine. This day is SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR. All days R super fucking BOTBAR here in FLORIDA, I knew I should have made my strategic fucking exit on the 2nd of May, and not remained here 4 this month, a very bad move there, BRO-GREEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “BAD-MOVE-BRO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me tell U all what happened. Obviously when I last posted up 2 the internet blogging sites, yesterday, one of these sites did not do a proper job of preventing hacking-worms 2B sent directly into my floppy disc that caused this mother fucking trouble. There is no stopping THEM, NEVER. The fucking diseased and desperately vile and wicked power monger kings known as the {MILLIONTH-COUNCIL} that is!!!!!!!! Even Pope Benedict XVI tried 2 combat these monsters from the SHADOW-CULT. He and the entire Vatican tried 2C what was behind THAT-FAMILY. A child can C this all happened, not only because of the local church that HE visited right behind the MARHOUSE at 65 Middle Road in Guatamayanville (Hammonton, New Jersey), back in the year of 4-BJWSC, (Before “mini-great” Jewelly White’s SECOND CALENDAR, but also because of the recent troubles that McGuire cunningly and very cleverly, got the poor guy into; and this is a secret that damn may get me eliminated TODAY, 4 telling the internet world about. HE, HIS Eminence, was taking this family seriously, and was DEALT WTH, by an even higher power than what and who HE thinks he is working 4, that being the powerful deadly dangerous evil MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, actually the one third of them that control an Astral Plane area-interaction, known by few living breathing mortals such as myself, as the BRIGGBASE, and the residents thereon, the LAMBRIGGER CULT OF THE ASTRAL PLANE, or the (SPIRIT WORLD). I will try and reconstruct now, the short other intro’s from blogs that got totally FUCKING WIPED OUT, as THEY knew what I jurist said, was all indeed, gonna get said, and posted up onto the fucking internet, TODAY!!!!!!!! There is no freedom in this evil world, or in this evil empire. They proved their evil empire is indeed evil many years ago, right in our public school system. All real and true ‘believers’ in things beyond what 5 tiny senses perceive know this fact. We no longer salute our flag with the once great words of, “one nation (UNDER GOD), indivisible, and so forth. Take THAT out, take school recognition of the all mighty Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle out, and what has happened 2 society in instantaneous paralleling event?, but school violence, drug abuse in school increasing 100 fold, and on and on we could fucking go lads and lassies.
My blogs that all got wiped out when I began at point-555 millidays today originally, and had 2 keep switching machines, and eventually, asking the librarian 4 a BRAND NEW floppy disc once realizing the hack was on the old one, and that this was indeed the KEY 2 the problem, thank U4 your great wonderful wisdom, oh wise one, MELANIE!!!!!!! I got here 2 the library, and B4I told this, I said how the neighbors had been told not 2 park on my property, and immediately following this, my air conditioning system has broken. The negative energy seems 2 always traverse and endlessly move from situation and problem into a new situation and problem, U can escape the individual problems, but never the true source if the energies that R causing these problems 2B so horrible in the first mother fucking place. The Assistant 2 Congressman Robert Andrews during the summer time of 1998, who had become a personal friend of mine as well at the time 4 about a year or 2, from middle 1997 through middle 1999, named CLARENCE HARRIS, recognized this well, and on a very personal level. It seems that this was because he also had personally experienced things in his life that made him absolutely aware and cognizant of these facts as true and inescapable. This is all on distant prior blog texts from years ago in the middle first decade of this of this horrific 21st fucking century. This man was also a natural soul-traveler, as the ECKISTS religious followers label this, and yet he also was very down 2 Earth, a homeowner, a family man, and a veteran from the United States Marine Corps. He said that moving in a residence only stops the exact bad situation that UR hoping so much 2 escape from, but then a brand new one is always seemingly right there 2 almost instantly greet U at the next location that U move into. HE KNEW a powerful truth that some TARGETED PEEPS DO INDEED FACE THEIR ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING LIVES, with no let up or mercy, from the wicked vile third of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, known as the LAMBRIGGER CULTY OF THE ASTRAL PLANE, and run by the MCGUIRE/CALLIO/KING/LEVY/TILLEY clan of THAT FAMILY, and other names not 2 wise 2 blog herein right now while I am this attacked and weak and beaten the fuck down like an abused fucking dog. I know many dogs that live far better than I do, and peeps like me, that simply put, is another PROOF, that there is no LOVING FATHER BIBLE GOD. That, and things like Hitler and what he did and got away with, and on and on we can go, only we fucking won’t, not now today, lads and lassies. Any shrink that legitimately received a doctorate degree in psychology and or psychiatry, who ever read every word of the CHRISTIAN BIBLE NEW TESTIMENT, almost any translated version, can diagnose this teenage girl with half a dozen major conditions. In humans, patients like this would B locked away in safe rooms where they would not B a danger 2 themselves or 2 anyone else. Now imagine this patient Earthling, having unlimited power on top of this. Do not take my word 4 these things peeps, watch movies and narrations of things 4 example like, “CHARIOTS OF THE GODS”, stay vigilant and alert and awake, lest someday UB in my position and wish only 2 endlessly curse out your own mother 4 boring your damn ass, Admiral Kirk-whales!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another major thing U need 2 hear today peeps, Pope, Morians, and all others in the cause of destroying evil and empires of them, is that just as with the movie from last year, 2009, called “17-Again”, the movie from 1991, called, and I do not know how 2 spell it so I will spell it the way it is pronounced, as spell-checker is worthless these days on so many things, RICK-O-SHAY, with the big dude who played in the Christmas show around the same time or a tad bit earlier in the ending of the nineteen-eighties, playing the President of the song-stealer's toy company or BG-Toys, and later moving onto play in the show, “3rd rock from the sun”, there is a line in this show, one huge line, not ever meant 4 poor picked on MOUNTAINPEN 2 hear and learn about, and this is also Y “they” broke my AC unit when I tried watching this, a 2nd time. The first try at it, a knock at the door interrupted me, and I had 2 check out something personal. I can believe one interruption, but not 2, and I knew I had 2 at all costs, finish viewing this mother fucking movie, and I did, broken air conditioning and all. We will get 2 this ‘line’, and later on, the entire movie in more detail, on other upcoming blogging texts. BUT 4 RIGHT NOW, THIS POARALLEL HERE IN THIS WONDERFUL MOVIE, IS WHAT MCGUIRE AND THAT FAMILY AND ITS UNFATHOMABLE POWERS, DID 2 OUR GREAT AND WONDERFUL POPE, C the freaking pucking movie peeps, at ALL COSTS, C the damn ass movie, the hell the cosmos is communicating with this non-curly great fish, Leonard Nemoy of 1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then my MORIANS need 2 really learn how evil these powerful capitalists really R, by getting the marvelous NOVA documentary hour show from 2006, all about many things, one of them, the chemtrails and contrails, and how all I said on all of my blogs is not only true but a dangerous under rated and totally under exaggerated situation. It is called, “DIMIMG THE SUN”, it is a total absolute 100% MUST FREAKING C PEEPS!!!!!!! It seems the movie shelves in this very library, is all part of the shouting screaming cosmos, THE HELL I AM COMMUNICATING, SPOCK, just not with Humpback Whales, or with Vulcan mind melds from the REAL-GOOG YEAR of 1986, only it was not, girls and curls and Houston Humor all not withstanding here Superfreakingman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The reason I am being literally fucking massacred and pummeled so badly right now is so simple that a blind retarded child can C it with his or her self busy choking on Mama Cass’ ham sandwich, what a laugh, again, the fakes and lies, and phony told history stories, yuk-yuk-and fuck!!!!!!!! ‘THEY’ R ON THE POWER PLAY, ‘THEY’ R ON THE OFFENSIVE, THEIR FILTHY FLYERS R FUCKING KICKING ASS GAME AFTER GAME, AND HAVE THE CHAMPIONSHIP OF 2010 ALL READY IN THE MOTHERFUCKING BAG. ALSO, THEY HAVE MY MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE SYSTEM SO TOTALLY HACKED UP, ALONG WITH ALL EARTHLY COMPUTERS THAT I ATTEMPT 2 CONNECT INTO AS WELL, U COULD FREAKING MEASURE IT IN TERRA-HELLS, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHO ARE (THEY)? Who do U freaking PUCKING SNYDER THINK-STINK????? THEY R THE MIGHTY AND TOTALLY DISEASED M-I-L-L-I-O-N-T-H—C-O-U-N-C-I-L!!!! That is who, or the one third evil-part, the fucking miserable wicked vile BRIGGERS!!!!!!! If even the POPE is no match 4 these washcloth lung cutter outers, who the fuck am I, from 1969 and 1970, but peeps, there is so much more, speaking of mother-fucking movies and shows, and the one I just mentioned a while back on this blog by the name of “CHARIOTS OF THE GODS”. We all know what happened in the miserable late nineteen-sixties with me and THAT-FAMILY; so let us stop beating around the bush about it. Paula King and really just one of many human world ‘sleep-walker-think I’m awakwers’ of her full true total doppelganger higher self in the spirit realms as the mighty First Lieutenant Viqueen, MINI-GREAT JEWELLY NUWHITEKEY, listed OFFICIALLY on the GREAT-CITY REGISTRY, matching her CITY-PASS access card, letting her come and go in and out of the purgatories beyond and onto many other planes of existence as well, 2 play her games, along with her leader-now-daughter, SSJK. Her lover, who I knew in my Earthly dream from middle November of 1985 through early March of 2002, who dreamed down on this physical realm that he was David Charles Roth, along with other peeps who managed 2 magically swing events around so that things all ready preset 2 occur would then actually fall into the space-time place where they needed 2 slide into, all happened and all became a large part of my human dreaming ‘reality’. Still, none of these people, none of these events, NONE OF ANY OF THIS, is really real; in so much as it is independently happening with meaning and significance unto its own true self. This would make the phony misperception of some limited free will of all of us, a potential possibility, and it is not. The same matter is passing through the same space, over and over again, and there is not one thing we can do 2 change any of it. Only the gods so 2 speak have the marvelous ability 2 live through this, as us, and mix it all up in various differing combinations. Our misperceptions caused by our human consciousness and psyche, simply will never allow us 2 really ever B real. We can think and believe and insist that this that I tell U is all bull shit, and that UR real, and my blogs R all nuts and crazy. My response is that U have the right 2 do this, or think this, or both, or whatever, just as U have the right 2 believe that U have a billion bucks in the bank and a harem of whores at your beck and call waiting at home 4U, when in truth, UR sick and dying and broke in some ward in some hospital, and everything is miserable and UR in pain, and suffering greatly. I laugh at this metaphysics on the level peeps think of it in 2010, I laugh at that silly SECRET, from 5 years or so ago, I know better, I know the truth, I know enough truth that even the great POPE was interested enough 2 start checking it all out a while back after MC did her 2 late retaliation 4 my “Real Good Girl” song. What it is time now 4U2 do MC, is know the truth on an awake level. Energy is moving through all of this, and THEY R feeling the real pains and joys, we only think that we R, we’re all sort of like mirrors and reflectors, U have seemingly forgotten parts of your own games and your own rules, and Jewelly has as well. Otherwise, RGG would never have hurt your feelings; it never was meant 2 MI. This is all a huge illusion. I am disappointed that U do not as of yet realize that on a conscious level.
Let me show U, and all else out here, that I know more than U think I do. Donna and her hair, no I am not talking about her phony wig from the old days, I mean the show on Broadway. Try putting that short hair wig from that SHOP of your SSJK, or have Misses Explorarolatron from 1969 order U a good one, and roll up that real long voluminous hair of yours up underneath it. Now re-watch the CHARIOTS OF THE GODS, and CY the great frightened board of directors of Nabisco Crackers removed the mighty Sarah-Stacey from those commercials with my fave crackers, the Wheat-Thins. Blows your mind, huh? Remember that STACEY is a special name like SANDY, JERRY, here is a mom and daut team that is a perfect example of my point, and that fit into all of this along with Germany’s President back then in the middle 20th century, along with Iran’s Shaw. Forget the peace and love and happiness and drugs, Donna. The magic is in the TRINITRAIL. Y does the sun glow out a trinitrail ray when U put it onto a camera or C it on TV. Is it planning on picking up 6 different telephones great SKY??????? Each line is a day, and we all love 2 relax and sit back on the 7th, so this is Y no 7th line can ever exist on a real TRINITRAIL. Still, as 4 factories and stacks and keeping back the beams from the moonlight, and all of the 1986 music projects and compensating 4 power and capitalism by cooling down the heat factor, all this was planned, and not by the big (K), in any form. Paula, U will never escape me, UR my VIQUEEN, UR not going anywhere, and U will have 2 kill me 2 get rid of me. Thank U4 coming 2 me and stealing my chain with the long hair and not the short hair. But if U had come 2 me with the short hair, then would love still B4 carpenters? That is the secret that only your mighty daughter has the answers 2, or as Mel would say, and not the treasure hunter WHO DID, destroy my parents and my damn family, DAWN MARIE KING, but the other Mel, the one with the answers, when she gets the mighty key, huh Mister Dworkin????????????????? Hay, is the D workin’? Here is a strange D that is not working? I have not seen my flocks of DEEDEE buzzards 4 moths now, what is going on Sarah-Stacey, U lovely giant teenaged pipe runner U. Don’t die Copyright Office, this story is only starting, and Karen Love knows this only 2 darn well.
Governor, I’m back all right, and I am HERE, and I am not leaving, so get ready 4 the hugest mightiest natural disaster in the history of this planet, as it is right around the corner. They cannot block the beams from the moon, or the planes, or the curly haired daughters from me forever, peeps, U ALL KNOW THE SCORE UNLESS U HAVE BEEN HIDING IN CAVES every time that any small portions of brains R passed out.
END TRANSMISSION, SOMEBODY IS GONNA B REAL SORRY, REAL/E SOON!!
I am here at the library, having the most incredible mother fucking major computer HACK ATTACK, ever, in my entire 4+ year fucking blogging career. This is the 3rd time I have had 2 start over again, with a brand new blog on a different machine. This day is SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR. All days R super fucking BOTBAR here in FLORIDA, I knew I should have made my strategic fucking exit on the 2nd of May, and not remained here 4 this month, a very bad move there, BRO-GREEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “BAD-MOVE-BRO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me tell U all what happened. Obviously when I last posted up 2 the internet blogging sites, yesterday, one of these sites did not do a proper job of preventing hacking-worms 2B sent directly into my floppy disc that caused this mother fucking trouble. There is no stopping THEM, NEVER. The fucking diseased and desperately vile and wicked power monger kings known as the {MILLIONTH-COUNCIL} that is!!!!!!!! Even Pope Benedict XVI tried 2 combat these monsters from the SHADOW-CULT. He and the entire Vatican tried 2C what was behind THAT-FAMILY. A child can C this all happened, not only because of the local church that HE visited right behind the MARHOUSE at 65 Middle Road in Guatamayanville (Hammonton, New Jersey), back in the year of 4-BJWSC, (Before “mini-great” Jewelly White’s SECOND CALENDAR, but also because of the recent troubles that McGuire cunningly and very cleverly, got the poor guy into; and this is a secret that damn may get me eliminated TODAY, 4 telling the internet world about. HE, HIS Eminence, was taking this family seriously, and was DEALT WTH, by an even higher power than what and who HE thinks he is working 4, that being the powerful deadly dangerous evil MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, actually the one third of them that control an Astral Plane area-interaction, known by few living breathing mortals such as myself, as the BRIGGBASE, and the residents thereon, the LAMBRIGGER CULT OF THE ASTRAL PLANE, or the (SPIRIT WORLD). I will try and reconstruct now, the short other intro’s from blogs that got totally FUCKING WIPED OUT, as THEY knew what I jurist said, was all indeed, gonna get said, and posted up onto the fucking internet, TODAY!!!!!!!! There is no freedom in this evil world, or in this evil empire. They proved their evil empire is indeed evil many years ago, right in our public school system. All real and true ‘believers’ in things beyond what 5 tiny senses perceive know this fact. We no longer salute our flag with the once great words of, “one nation (UNDER GOD), indivisible, and so forth. Take THAT out, take school recognition of the all mighty Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle out, and what has happened 2 society in instantaneous paralleling event?, but school violence, drug abuse in school increasing 100 fold, and on and on we could fucking go lads and lassies.
My blogs that all got wiped out when I began at point-555 millidays today originally, and had 2 keep switching machines, and eventually, asking the librarian 4 a BRAND NEW floppy disc once realizing the hack was on the old one, and that this was indeed the KEY 2 the problem, thank U4 your great wonderful wisdom, oh wise one, MELANIE!!!!!!! I got here 2 the library, and B4I told this, I said how the neighbors had been told not 2 park on my property, and immediately following this, my air conditioning system has broken. The negative energy seems 2 always traverse and endlessly move from situation and problem into a new situation and problem, U can escape the individual problems, but never the true source if the energies that R causing these problems 2B so horrible in the first mother fucking place. The Assistant 2 Congressman Robert Andrews during the summer time of 1998, who had become a personal friend of mine as well at the time 4 about a year or 2, from middle 1997 through middle 1999, named CLARENCE HARRIS, recognized this well, and on a very personal level. It seems that this was because he also had personally experienced things in his life that made him absolutely aware and cognizant of these facts as true and inescapable. This is all on distant prior blog texts from years ago in the middle first decade of this of this horrific 21st fucking century. This man was also a natural soul-traveler, as the ECKISTS religious followers label this, and yet he also was very down 2 Earth, a homeowner, a family man, and a veteran from the United States Marine Corps. He said that moving in a residence only stops the exact bad situation that UR hoping so much 2 escape from, but then a brand new one is always seemingly right there 2 almost instantly greet U at the next location that U move into. HE KNEW a powerful truth that some TARGETED PEEPS DO INDEED FACE THEIR ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING LIVES, with no let up or mercy, from the wicked vile third of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, known as the LAMBRIGGER CULTY OF THE ASTRAL PLANE, and run by the MCGUIRE/CALLIO/KING/LEVY/TILLEY clan of THAT FAMILY, and other names not 2 wise 2 blog herein right now while I am this attacked and weak and beaten the fuck down like an abused fucking dog. I know many dogs that live far better than I do, and peeps like me, that simply put, is another PROOF, that there is no LOVING FATHER BIBLE GOD. That, and things like Hitler and what he did and got away with, and on and on we can go, only we fucking won’t, not now today, lads and lassies. Any shrink that legitimately received a doctorate degree in psychology and or psychiatry, who ever read every word of the CHRISTIAN BIBLE NEW TESTIMENT, almost any translated version, can diagnose this teenage girl with half a dozen major conditions. In humans, patients like this would B locked away in safe rooms where they would not B a danger 2 themselves or 2 anyone else. Now imagine this patient Earthling, having unlimited power on top of this. Do not take my word 4 these things peeps, watch movies and narrations of things 4 example like, “CHARIOTS OF THE GODS”, stay vigilant and alert and awake, lest someday UB in my position and wish only 2 endlessly curse out your own mother 4 boring your damn ass, Admiral Kirk-whales!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another major thing U need 2 hear today peeps, Pope, Morians, and all others in the cause of destroying evil and empires of them, is that just as with the movie from last year, 2009, called “17-Again”, the movie from 1991, called, and I do not know how 2 spell it so I will spell it the way it is pronounced, as spell-checker is worthless these days on so many things, RICK-O-SHAY, with the big dude who played in the Christmas show around the same time or a tad bit earlier in the ending of the nineteen-eighties, playing the President of the song-stealer's toy company or BG-Toys, and later moving onto play in the show, “3rd rock from the sun”, there is a line in this show, one huge line, not ever meant 4 poor picked on MOUNTAINPEN 2 hear and learn about, and this is also Y “they” broke my AC unit when I tried watching this, a 2nd time. The first try at it, a knock at the door interrupted me, and I had 2 check out something personal. I can believe one interruption, but not 2, and I knew I had 2 at all costs, finish viewing this mother fucking movie, and I did, broken air conditioning and all. We will get 2 this ‘line’, and later on, the entire movie in more detail, on other upcoming blogging texts. BUT 4 RIGHT NOW, THIS POARALLEL HERE IN THIS WONDERFUL MOVIE, IS WHAT MCGUIRE AND THAT FAMILY AND ITS UNFATHOMABLE POWERS, DID 2 OUR GREAT AND WONDERFUL POPE, C the freaking pucking movie peeps, at ALL COSTS, C the damn ass movie, the hell the cosmos is communicating with this non-curly great fish, Leonard Nemoy of 1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then my MORIANS need 2 really learn how evil these powerful capitalists really R, by getting the marvelous NOVA documentary hour show from 2006, all about many things, one of them, the chemtrails and contrails, and how all I said on all of my blogs is not only true but a dangerous under rated and totally under exaggerated situation. It is called, “DIMIMG THE SUN”, it is a total absolute 100% MUST FREAKING C PEEPS!!!!!!! It seems the movie shelves in this very library, is all part of the shouting screaming cosmos, THE HELL I AM COMMUNICATING, SPOCK, just not with Humpback Whales, or with Vulcan mind melds from the REAL-GOOG YEAR of 1986, only it was not, girls and curls and Houston Humor all not withstanding here Superfreakingman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The reason I am being literally fucking massacred and pummeled so badly right now is so simple that a blind retarded child can C it with his or her self busy choking on Mama Cass’ ham sandwich, what a laugh, again, the fakes and lies, and phony told history stories, yuk-yuk-and fuck!!!!!!!! ‘THEY’ R ON THE POWER PLAY, ‘THEY’ R ON THE OFFENSIVE, THEIR FILTHY FLYERS R FUCKING KICKING ASS GAME AFTER GAME, AND HAVE THE CHAMPIONSHIP OF 2010 ALL READY IN THE MOTHERFUCKING BAG. ALSO, THEY HAVE MY MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE SYSTEM SO TOTALLY HACKED UP, ALONG WITH ALL EARTHLY COMPUTERS THAT I ATTEMPT 2 CONNECT INTO AS WELL, U COULD FREAKING MEASURE IT IN TERRA-HELLS, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHO ARE (THEY)? Who do U freaking PUCKING SNYDER THINK-STINK????? THEY R THE MIGHTY AND TOTALLY DISEASED M-I-L-L-I-O-N-T-H—C-O-U-N-C-I-L!!!! That is who, or the one third evil-part, the fucking miserable wicked vile BRIGGERS!!!!!!! If even the POPE is no match 4 these washcloth lung cutter outers, who the fuck am I, from 1969 and 1970, but peeps, there is so much more, speaking of mother-fucking movies and shows, and the one I just mentioned a while back on this blog by the name of “CHARIOTS OF THE GODS”. We all know what happened in the miserable late nineteen-sixties with me and THAT-FAMILY; so let us stop beating around the bush about it. Paula King and really just one of many human world ‘sleep-walker-think I’m awakwers’ of her full true total doppelganger higher self in the spirit realms as the mighty First Lieutenant Viqueen, MINI-GREAT JEWELLY NUWHITEKEY, listed OFFICIALLY on the GREAT-CITY REGISTRY, matching her CITY-PASS access card, letting her come and go in and out of the purgatories beyond and onto many other planes of existence as well, 2 play her games, along with her leader-now-daughter, SSJK. Her lover, who I knew in my Earthly dream from middle November of 1985 through early March of 2002, who dreamed down on this physical realm that he was David Charles Roth, along with other peeps who managed 2 magically swing events around so that things all ready preset 2 occur would then actually fall into the space-time place where they needed 2 slide into, all happened and all became a large part of my human dreaming ‘reality’. Still, none of these people, none of these events, NONE OF ANY OF THIS, is really real; in so much as it is independently happening with meaning and significance unto its own true self. This would make the phony misperception of some limited free will of all of us, a potential possibility, and it is not. The same matter is passing through the same space, over and over again, and there is not one thing we can do 2 change any of it. Only the gods so 2 speak have the marvelous ability 2 live through this, as us, and mix it all up in various differing combinations. Our misperceptions caused by our human consciousness and psyche, simply will never allow us 2 really ever B real. We can think and believe and insist that this that I tell U is all bull shit, and that UR real, and my blogs R all nuts and crazy. My response is that U have the right 2 do this, or think this, or both, or whatever, just as U have the right 2 believe that U have a billion bucks in the bank and a harem of whores at your beck and call waiting at home 4U, when in truth, UR sick and dying and broke in some ward in some hospital, and everything is miserable and UR in pain, and suffering greatly. I laugh at this metaphysics on the level peeps think of it in 2010, I laugh at that silly SECRET, from 5 years or so ago, I know better, I know the truth, I know enough truth that even the great POPE was interested enough 2 start checking it all out a while back after MC did her 2 late retaliation 4 my “Real Good Girl” song. What it is time now 4U2 do MC, is know the truth on an awake level. Energy is moving through all of this, and THEY R feeling the real pains and joys, we only think that we R, we’re all sort of like mirrors and reflectors, U have seemingly forgotten parts of your own games and your own rules, and Jewelly has as well. Otherwise, RGG would never have hurt your feelings; it never was meant 2 MI. This is all a huge illusion. I am disappointed that U do not as of yet realize that on a conscious level.
Let me show U, and all else out here, that I know more than U think I do. Donna and her hair, no I am not talking about her phony wig from the old days, I mean the show on Broadway. Try putting that short hair wig from that SHOP of your SSJK, or have Misses Explorarolatron from 1969 order U a good one, and roll up that real long voluminous hair of yours up underneath it. Now re-watch the CHARIOTS OF THE GODS, and CY the great frightened board of directors of Nabisco Crackers removed the mighty Sarah-Stacey from those commercials with my fave crackers, the Wheat-Thins. Blows your mind, huh? Remember that STACEY is a special name like SANDY, JERRY, here is a mom and daut team that is a perfect example of my point, and that fit into all of this along with Germany’s President back then in the middle 20th century, along with Iran’s Shaw. Forget the peace and love and happiness and drugs, Donna. The magic is in the TRINITRAIL. Y does the sun glow out a trinitrail ray when U put it onto a camera or C it on TV. Is it planning on picking up 6 different telephones great SKY??????? Each line is a day, and we all love 2 relax and sit back on the 7th, so this is Y no 7th line can ever exist on a real TRINITRAIL. Still, as 4 factories and stacks and keeping back the beams from the moonlight, and all of the 1986 music projects and compensating 4 power and capitalism by cooling down the heat factor, all this was planned, and not by the big (K), in any form. Paula, U will never escape me, UR my VIQUEEN, UR not going anywhere, and U will have 2 kill me 2 get rid of me. Thank U4 coming 2 me and stealing my chain with the long hair and not the short hair. But if U had come 2 me with the short hair, then would love still B4 carpenters? That is the secret that only your mighty daughter has the answers 2, or as Mel would say, and not the treasure hunter WHO DID, destroy my parents and my damn family, DAWN MARIE KING, but the other Mel, the one with the answers, when she gets the mighty key, huh Mister Dworkin????????????????? Hay, is the D workin’? Here is a strange D that is not working? I have not seen my flocks of DEEDEE buzzards 4 moths now, what is going on Sarah-Stacey, U lovely giant teenaged pipe runner U. Don’t die Copyright Office, this story is only starting, and Karen Love knows this only 2 darn well.
Governor, I’m back all right, and I am HERE, and I am not leaving, so get ready 4 the hugest mightiest natural disaster in the history of this planet, as it is right around the corner. They cannot block the beams from the moon, or the planes, or the curly haired daughters from me forever, peeps, U ALL KNOW THE SCORE UNLESS U HAVE BEEN HIDING IN CAVES every time that any small portions of brains R passed out.
END TRANSMISSION, SOMEBODY IS GONNA B REAL SORRY, REAL/E SOON!!
3:26
PM-EDST, MONDAY, 8 APRIL, 2013
Folks,
my computer clock was set back again, either after I have been awake
this afternoon, or even some time in the morning after posting up my
prior blog work to the net.
My
health has been hit, not major, a little bit, and the sky has some
jet dissipation up there from earlier heavier pattern activity that
either blew in or was direct at an earlier point.
There
is a worm virus in the machine and has been. They know everything I
do, I type, I go to on the net, all things. It is as if they are
sitting right here at the keyboard. I never understood this back in
June of 2008, nor did I understand Beaver Drive and Trout Lane, and
the FISA and how my trailer was entered by nice loving kind folks
who I pay taxes to support with very hard work all my life, until
their endless persecutions crippled me into disability in 1994.
The
minute I commented back a little message at my Youtube site from
someone else's comment, a thumbs down on the video appeared. These
things tell me I am not imagining anything. I would have been a lot
happier, Mary Moore, if I really was just crazy, and yes mahm, I
should have stayed somehow endlessly away from all of this. I don't
know exactly how things happened around 1994-1996 where this
Pandora's box got cracked wide open, only that first, it did,
secondly I must know deep down inside somewhere, the worst secret in
this entire family, and third, I have a very very very angry
daughter, don't I Ingrid Blake?
Now
in the movie on the MTM Network, since you are hot to trot today on
my electronic cousin's network, along with all of your friends, miss
lovely Greendress, yes poor you and me Mister President, we cannot
even say a woman is pleasing to look at anymore without the world
calling us sexists, so tell me, how do guys like you and me win?
we're damned if we do, and damned if we don't. If you don't make all
over a woman, she hates your guts, and when you so much as say she
is lovely, you're a rotten sexist. WOW, I'll bet you wish you were
still not staying in regular time,
sir, I know I wish it for myself. Yes Mary Greendress, in the movie
called, “Secrets of the Rose Garden” from 1996, your character
had remembered a horrible thing that you witnessed as a little girl,
and it looks like my mirror image to your character was on October
5, 2008, after coming home from Cifaloglio Garage Security Duty; and
falling asleep and 'remembering'. Well, at least you got rescued
Mary, me, I have a very powerful and angry little girl, who thinks
it all was my fault, and for 30 years, has played with me. Now your
character was big and strong and nearly killed you, while mine has
what occultists call, incredible supernatural power. I am powerless
to fight this 30 years later Miss Blakemoore, and the greatest
corporations on the planet all know this is real, as do all of the
billionaires.
They
destroy everything I ever try and do, my entire life, you name it,
they kibosh it to death, and appear all innocent. Stop and think
about the lady in the bible with the Golden Nugget White gaming
chips, (me) and the wicked teasing evil wealthy players next to me
mocking me with their Black gaming chips. The Crowned
King of symbolism, huh Misses Elliot. At least I put you
out of your suffering back in 1985, and ended my parking problem
that should not have been my problem to begin with, always that
connection with the state, THAT 2 never goes away, and all seemed to
begin with the phone persecution of 30 years ago, right Marie De
Gomez, and others from 30 years ago? Yes folks, my problem is not my
throat and my choking, it was my doctor all along, my son of Sam lab
technician with the power to morph into the Mary Tyler Moore Show,
and flash green dresses that stretch from the twin cities, all the
way to Tennessee Avenue, 27 years in the future. Did anyone see that
gorgeous wormhole a few nights ago? If you did, you are keeping
quiet like good little boys and girls, huh Sarah Fiveparty? I'll
tell her where I was when she needed me, party or no party. I was
under the clutches of two very dominating and wild women, one known
very well to her, the other to me. Don't laugh Walmart, only you
should write a new song called, 'Suddenly I Hear', and then remake
your commercials with that song; and then have a picture of me
leaving your store with the cousins that day, driving home, going
into my room, picking up the phone to retrieve a message; and
'hearing', “Hi Mark, where were you when I needed you as a child,
click” In any case, SAM, maintenance man or large store owner,
sir; we all know the hell I am going through, and that I should have
killed myself the other day. Maybe as Donna Summer put it so well,
when alive and younger, “I should
reevaluate”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
truly are some powerful and twisted gods out there beyond the stars
that shine so bright all through the coldest darkest night. You
remind me of a wind tunnel, great ISIS.
5:00
AM-EDST-PRIVECODE TIME 30 YEARS (+)(-)
IN
THE ILLUSION IT IS 8 APRIL, 2013, MONDAY
Folks,
I calmed down, and did not go through with the attempted suicide as
discussed in prior blogging. Still, Sidney Crown, Stuart Messenger,
and other funny-namers all pretty much agree that life is not what
we perceive it to be, we can even include Simon Baker, or at least
his part in one of multitudes of Shakespeare's plays. The closest
thing that agrees with reality in our sensory system is our eyes, as
this brings us speed of light reality, no delay. Sound travels much
much slower, and thought does not travel at all, but is why the
entire universe is here to 'begin with'.
Why
did my mom's old boyfriend change his name from Sidney Cohen, a
number of years before he asked my mom out on a date after they met
at a singles organization existing in those days, called SPS,
(Single Parents Society).
Well,
the explanation given to me was part of a thing we all know and
hate, shame. I was told he was ashamed of his Jewish heritage. This
was not said to me word for word. I was told he altered his name.
When people do this, there is always a reason, there is something to
hide, and there is shame. Something is wrong somewhere, but WHAT?
Well, that is of course, none of my business, unless it directly
effects me. When it does not, I don't poke into other peeps affairs,
nor would I ever have the remotest desire to do so. Now in the case
of Mirrors Sidney, he wanted to control me in ways not appropriate
unless he was willing to make a commitment to my mother and at least
put a fucking engagement ring on her finger. This was not in the
picture, and all though he had no living wife, his fear of taking
the great marital responsibility, is probably rivaled only by my
own, after seeing my parents fight and being poor and miserable.
When I say something, unlike the rest of the world, I do not change,
I am a rock, with or without a droid, and if Lurch Roro wants to do
fisticuffs with me, then bring it on, Gene Rotten Berry. Yes, Sidney
Cohen was the name of his heritage, but for reasons known not to me
this blogger, he had it legally altered to something that royalty
wears, what a KING would wear, or a national controller, a World
Owner, yes folks, A CROWN. Oh the great wonderful powerful Sidney Oz
Crown. Do we laugh now, or wait until Mister McNulty gives his
written permission for a nice series of aha's? Now what other
powerful illusions does the great American Tel and Tel have to offer
me at this magical time of the day, now, 30 years ago, and probably
for freaking ever? Well let us start to explore and examine the
situation, OK Louigee Kent Super-Henderson, kind sir?
Just
why did all of my unbelievable family all get born, live where they
all lived, did what they all did, and blah blah blee blee blum? For
that matter, why anything, and even concentrically, why not? George
Burns said it so well in that OH GOD movie decades back, to the also
late, Mister young girl lover, John Denver. But there is a little
bit more going on with this than a heirum of middle school females,
plane crashes, super family secrets, and powerful world renown
organizations, with or without any god dam Gallagher's,
McGettigan's, Callio's, or McGuire's. That folks, is gospel truth,
in or out of court or church!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would take
that to my bank, but am still awaiting a nice WOW-TRUCK to come back
and greet me, over at my Fort Pierce, US Highway 1 BRANCH. In any
event, let me tell you why Sam Walton and his fine people are
playing that silly song over and over on that commercial; as it
really is time to tell, Randy Van-warmer my old pal. Oh yes,
Rats-Tats, and even a little bit of Jessica and her lovely game of
football, gee willagars, are we here in 2013 or back again in the
twenty-ohs?
I
may have told my dirty nasty little story about a day at Wal-Mart,
with Dawn and Ann King, and I may have told something else, but it
all happened on the same day, in fact while I was out at this store
taking my fave family on errand gofer number 5867483745756876893. I
came home to a message from my daughter that makes me wonder if she
and Randy had not spoken earlier. I have said these words myself on
numerous occasions, you can use your own imaginations. It was in
your voice, lovely one, sometimes it is what is said, sometimes it
is what is not said. I pick up on things a million times sharper
than others. Sorry if that talent annoys folks, but hay, as Lenny
Briscoe would say, but still? My mother hid a terrible secret from
me, world, and there is nothing that I can ever do to change that. I
know other family members were also all in this conspiracy, and I
wonder to this very day, how the entire eastern world fits in
because of two gargantuan and non ignorable things. First, my Cousin
Sandy, ending up with mom and me, at the Trinity Hotel, spoken a
little differently if not in Southwest America, and befriending the
great TAWF as teenagers, and then the way my WFMU MacInvondi
cassette tapes, had such a profound effect at North Atlantic City,
on the night before Iraq invaded Kuwait. Now, there is Tony's Mobil
Station, and then there is the Haddonfield Mobil Station, and back
in 1984, there was this, and also, there was the great lady Korea,
who phoned me over and over. It is all on the blogs, it has all been
spoken of and told. This is why if I had a shovel, I admit, I would
be digging my shelter right about now folks, because this is a very
serious set of outlandish circumstances and coincidence all carried
to the quintessential extremes of ludicrousness. I will not be
inviting any more meteors to come visit either, for a while. Folks,
laugh all you want to, but I know what is happening; and I know
that you are making good and sure that all traffic is directed away
from my Youtube Channel, to lessen these transdimensional effects as
much as you can, without coming right out and admitting that all of
my claims are real and true, all this time.
I
can tell the entire world secrets bigger than the entire NSA knows
times a million. That will not serve to help me or anyone else. What
I hopefully urge those in power to do at this point, is realize that
maybe Bennett and Lynch are part of the ES, and were sent here by
the good side of this army, to have me create these seven plus years
of blogs, and the true story of MORIANITY, and now you must use the
GAWNUM to figure out the best course of action. The Holy words of
many religions tell about the coming invasion of the gods, Bluebook
did not invent this, nor did Einstein and his dam nuke bomb and E=MC
SQ. This is older than the hills and the trees and even Terry
Jackson and his seasons and suns. Scoff at this, me, or Morianity,
at your own risk, sawn you, WOMO. I tried to give a fair warning,
and if memory serves, I said middle 2013, big trouble will come.
Search 4 it from the middle of last year, as it is there somewhere
folks, with or without Chinese Earthquakes, British Petroleum and
betting, even 20 and 2. Yes, I know who YOU were when I did not need
you, Sarah Jacobson, so hi yourself, and you rock, and you rule; and
you always will ISIS; that is never an issue with me. You did not
have to tell me this the way you did the other night, but I accept
the fact that you are All Mighty Sarah-Stacey Krassle, and you know
what is best. You go girl!!!!!!!!!!!!! IWALU. WOW, I got home from
Wal-mart, and suddenly I heard, yes Sam, son or no son, or
maintenance man or no maintenance man, just powerful water walking
at Walker and Water Streets, and powerful world laboratories. Yes,
and two high schools with astronauts and other similarities in it,
one with an additional T in it, gee, can it be, Hans Brinker
Silverjeff of the great Worshiping Hans Worshing, from the Philly
BB? Double-triple WOW, and GEE!
Folks,
it is a quarter before six on Monday morning now, and time for
beddie-bye. I mean no harm to anyone, I am only showing that none of
this is happening by chance, not Hurricane Katrina, Not Mary, not
Johnny Nash, or Jaqamini, or Garrigan, or foolio Coolio or Christmas
singing angels from Cooley Hall back in those times. The odds of all
of this being a random set of jumbled up nothingness, would be
trillions times trillions times trillions to one against it. Sorry,
I just report the news. I do not create it, Mister Gofer Hacks.
DON'T
WORRY DOC GARRIGAN, I'M NOT 2 HAPPY,
YO!
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, YOU HAVE NOW READ
MORIANITY PART 5,
HOPE
YOU HAVE ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER NUMBER
XXXIX NOW.
7:41
PM-EDST, SATURDAY EVENING, 6 APRIL, 2013
A
lot of preachers and non preachers may remember how I recently did
that little church preacher thing, you know, talking about the
present topic, and then referring to Morianity, chapter and verse;
with showing older post sections. I did not do it exact and precise,
as that was not my intention to really go to town wasting a ton of
time on. For right now, let me say that I am a very paranoid and
persecuted individual. I cannot always tell friends from enemies,
and ISIS has been playing this nightmare game with me so long, 30
years to be exact, on a daily basis now, and has left me a shell of
a man, PUN INTENDED, with or without any wooden or stone jetty's.
I
need to make a simple point now. Many people have said to me, WOW,
do you ever live in the present? Only their ignorance can help them
to make that statement, and I do not hold it against them. I am the
present. All that ever 'is is' the present, I
AM, WE ARE, YOU ARE, IT IS, ISIS, and all of that and more,
but the simplicity here is mind boggling. All though to the
untrained mind, I appear to have little if any present and am either
speaking of the future or in the majority of cases, the past, this
again, Mister Blaine Copperfield Houdini is PURE
ILLUSION. Expand and explain, you say, well fine then, I
will. My body is like your body, moving along in regular normal
so-called Einsteinian Space-Time. In case you never ever stopped to
see this fact, your body is a lot of ugly messy junk, so is your
brain, at death it is worth around a dollar. We are in body, a bunch
of maggots waiting to hatch, the second our blood is no longer
circulating around, we are future flies, as maggots hatch later on
into flies, as caterpillars become butterflies. What is YOU, is not
that junky mess, and a moron should be able to realize that this
junky mess is just a physical plane biological machine of sort, that
permits a reality or truth called MIND to exist in a tiny piece of
separateness from a whole total one MIND, or the sixth dimension.
You are not who you were at age 5 or 10 or 15, and if you are 40,
who you were at 20 and 10, and if age 70, you're not who you were at
50 and 30 and 6. Right? Do you feel dead? This is a natural moving
process, and it does not start in any individual human body, nor end
in one. There is nothing to fear in this extremely totally natural
process. In 10 years, if alive, no one out there will be who they
are now. You will have a degree of memory of what you think you
remember you were, and that is that, Esolph. Life, death, all of it,
one powerful and silly little illusion. Nothing can ever begin or
end, and everything is in a loop. All is a circle, a cycle, it goes
around, it came around, it will keep going around. My present is so
powerful however, that all of my many experiences from 1000 years
ago or ahead, are part of that present, don't try to climb into a
hell like that. I more than any of you, LIVE IN THE EVER PRESENT
PRESENT. It merely contains a lot more consciously preserved past
and future in my beingness, than it should, and the only possible
reason for that, is this mind boggling game that is going on between
All Mighty Scylla (ISIS-SSJKK) and me. Go ahead, read the last
chapter, then read the insert, preachers are having a field day with
me, and even I cannot distinguish between HER GAME, in so much as
just who is who, who is doing what, who means me harm, who wishes to
help, and a trillion neutral areas all in-between. Take pity on me
folks, as I told PP years ago late in the 90's, 'I'm a hurting
squirrel' and I guessed he thought it amusing, as I remember a
distinct laugh afterward. If someone was trying to help me and be my
friend, I AM sorry for flipping out. How can I ever know who is
trying to help or hurt me? I will give the moon and the stars, to
anyone, who can e-mail me an answer to that, and it really works. I
swear that under penalty of mafia retribution. I say this to the
great families or anyone, I'll give you the entire universe if you
can show me this magic. Nobody dares to promise the mob something
and not deliver if they deliver. So now, what does this blog all
tell you, oh wonderful 'folks'? You all have a nice evening and
remember, I am just a poor scared nobody with the world against me,
and the most powerful awesome Goddess above the stars against me as
well. What she said to me last night in a 'dream' is beyond
unspeakable. I have cried all day long.
I
will attempt to kill myself one more time later on. But I already
know I'll wake up on Sunday morning, and whatever I tried to do to
off myself, will just have been another dream, as I am still running
to my desk in pitch blackness, trying to get that rotten ass light
on my desk to go on, and it never will be later than 1972 for me, so
it seems. Watch out world, if that light ever does come on, it won't
be easy for me to forget or forgive all of this.
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE READING
MORIANITY PART 5,
I
HOPE THAT YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER
NUMBER XXXVIII, WHAAAAA.
3:19
AM-EDST, SATURDAY, APRIL 6, 2013
OK,
Mister Joel, time for some big time honesty, not that I was holding
back with intention of not saying all this, merely waiting for the
time that I personally for reasons no one need concern themselves
with, know is the right time, to just fill in some blanks that I've
left intentionally not filled in for quite some time, or filled in
maybe partially, maybe.
This
may appear from the onset that this is building into a huge blog,
the size of the last one only without being a mere compilation work,
and no, it will be not be all that long, so see if you can stay with
me, not that this matters all that much.
Good
people, I do not know you, you know me, this gives you a great
advantage in a cosmic chess game that you have no idea of its
importance, I don't care if the President Himself is one of my
readers, you have no clue what is happening, all around me, for my
mortal lifetime, and for eternity far out beyond any of that
childishness. There are things that have happened to me that go
worlds beyond what even the best television documentaries, or the
sci-fi buffs dare to go, or can go. I need not go there to make my
case or my point on this blog, but I'll do one better than
that, through the cosmic rear doors. Let me show you what I mean,
plain out simple, no fancy-shmancy words and rhetoric.
I
have told you many things, and promised to elucidate upon them, and
what I did not tell you, is this was conditional. If no one wants to
hear these elucidations, then time will tick by and pass, and not
one viewing person will so much as say, hay shit-head, where is the
details on this, or that, that you said you would be discussing.
This was not meant to be a one way forum, and after close to 7.3
years now, it still IS A ONE WAY forum. As stated before, I cannot
request anything of anyone, but I can adjust the motive and goals of
these blogs, according to the response or lack thereof, to what I
tell. It is not as though I am talking about the next NASCAR Race or
the next biggest viral Youtube video, as you all know, I could care
less. I have bigger fish to fry, starting with scum bags nabes who
have been slamming in and out all day, and it is now 3:33 AM, and
I'll be dialing 911 soon. I have bigger things to worry about than
the latest dumb Entertainment World crap. It never did mean a dam
thing to me, and does not now, nor will it ever. My interests are in
real things, the EW is all about fantasy and things made up in the
minds of those who work in it, no matter what kind of art it is,
even the art of tremendous athletic ability. I do not condemn them,
just saying I do not have a lot of time for any of that shit, never
did, never will, because my life is real, and it is major fucked up,
and it honestly is that simple, no big bells and whistles attached.
So,
I will honor the one person who has asked me a genuine question
about the Astral plane, and try and understand that I do not live
and exist, all though my physical body or beingness does, in regular
time that moves in any one speed or in any one direction. It is like
the print you are reading, in numerous ways. The Spell Checker is
programmed to respond to this font, not red lining anything that I
do not spell incorrectly, yet look at the ridiculousness of the
printing, and see, I make up a word like adding NESS to ridiculous,
and it red lines me. I will use it anyway, fuck them, it fits. Now
suddenly like magic, the word is accepted. Even when I go to extreme
lengths to try and make powerful points, this time travel company
called Microsoft Saucer Aliens, and don't fucking laugh to quickly
peeps, as there is powerful shit in all of this; kicks in.
L-4,
let me tell you that I will never again say ladies and gentlemen,
L-4, or any of it, and will address the audience, whoever you all
are out there in magic-ozland behind the Q-Girl Twister Curtains of
RORO, simply as 'folks', and let me keep it there, for the simple
reason that I know as sure as I sit here now at this computer work
station, that a few folks are out here and have some type of
personal interest in what I print and post next. Then there are
another group who are the worriers, the WOMO Microsoft owners of
everything, who are plotting even as I speak, to kick me off the
system, and they can do it, believe me. But I'll beat them to the
punch by exiting on my own, strategically, and very soon. What I had
hoped to accomplish, actually backfired, and someone is laughing
about that so loud, that my 'soul' is able to hear it, and that is
gospel truth. I wanted to appease the great gods, now let us re-name
this to anything that fits your comfort zone, the owners of the
world, you know movers/shakers/fortune-500 etcetera, the one god
concept of an all powerful creator punisher god, or anything
in-between these two things that could range from a realm filled to
the brim with multiple powerful gods or advanced entities or
whatever, and so on and so forth, nearly endlessly, but I wanted to
appease this force that has been against me since the day I stood
knee high to a stinky wart covered toad, and instead, have angered
this whatever it is, ten or more fold, in this 7.3 years of
blogging, an idea suggested to me by a security guard coworker by
the name of Christopher Bennett. As with all things in my miserable
pathetic life, I try and give it all I have and push to the wall,
and only end up realizing that Ida been further ahead if I had
relaxed with cable TV and not done one mother fucking thing, an old
argument I had with my miserable no good rotten mother, and of
course, lost the argument in utter total fucking futility, as black
and white irrefutable proof was not good enough for that daughter of
a slob. Hay good folks, she meant well, and she'll always get an A+
from me on THAT, and ONLY on
that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still I've always been a
champion fighter for not bad mouthing anyone who tries, and she did
try, she just was as twisted and screwed up as anyone could ever
get, living here on this human realm. So I am going to say a few
words to ADS if that person is here, and if not, I can only
cosmically major apologize for the situation that I am indeed in,
where I can watch one half of a football game in 1995 and the other
half right now, and to me it is one game, and it matters not one
tiny speck that more than 17 years passed. Don't try to crawl into
my head or be me, you won't like it in fucking there, folks. When
someone who is real and on the up and up wants to know how time can
run in various ways by simple seeming magic tricks, and why humans
and other beings on Earth need to sleep and dream, and all the real
details that are light years ahead of where anyone is right now in
any university or in any documentary on television, and a million
other things, then ask, and I will tell, otherwise, my blogging will
become just a journal. A mere Beaver Cleaver diary without Roseann
Delaney or anything else, not even a set of rail road tracks to
worry parents. Gee, not even symbolism. You have no idea what you
will be missing, if that is, you are missing it. You see, if you
already have as much and maybe more, of the omniscient wisdom than I
do, then you don't need me talking, and you are merely monitoring
and sweating bullets on what I may decide to do or say. This leaves
me to ponder now, just what is going on, and just how do I wish to
respond from this point on, in this game, inside the dollhouse that
is inside the dollhouse. First off, there is the dollhouse, and then
comes cyberspace which in many ways, talk about symbolic crap, I
mean a hit tune by Scylla says it all, so I can shut up right now.
There was a boy in the late sixties who when someone would call him
names would take something out of his pocket, no, not a knife, but
words as we all know can be very injurious weapons, Hillary Duff is
on the $$$$$ 100%. Now speaking of Roseann, yes, let us not play
dumb here folks. Of course, using what happened on 10SC Avenue not
once but twice, and the same family at other locations not in
Atlantic City, doing this on half a dozen other occasions to me as
well, well, yes, so why couldn't she have bitten me in 1983? Who can
ever really know these things, all the way from breath echos to
Copyright Examiners, or even fishing jetty's that are out of regular
time as well, Ouch, silver-hands Jeff. No one can ever know a dam
thing for sure, and we all know that, and I believe humanity chose
to stop letting that bother them any more, and they morphed into
this wild nutty New Weird Odor to keep a different agenda in the
front of their consciousness, almost to beat things like the old
time worries at their own game. Most people don't even give death
much thought any more, they live, and one day, they die, and don't
care at all. Now that is fine if you are me and really know what is
real, but how others can be comfortable doing that, well, that
eludes me beyond anything I can ever even hope to type about it.
OK
there ADS, I will tell you a little bit more about my personal
situation that will directly go into responding to your exact
question that you asked me on a comment at the Wordpress site back
last year sometime, or maybe even before that year, I am no expert
on these computers, not 1% of 1% of 1%. I've had more time since
learning of your comment to me, to reflect on your exact query, and
actually have some new information that I promise, should you still
be out here, I'll tell you. I do not have it in front of me, it is
in a pile of papers that pertain to my blogs, everything form
passwords to e-mail addresses to how to perform some kind of task on
a website or in my own computer, and what have you. I will find it,
and soon, I promise you. I actually realized that I'd given by
accident, a little false information to you, and that there was
really one situation where the Astral World appeared indeed to be
effected by what we do here as opposed to the normal lawtronic
reverse that simply put means it is written in cosmic stone that it
never works in that mode, but even so, it is part of an elaborate
system of illusions. First off, even without that being said,
ILLUSION is everything, and there is nothing one bit special about
an illusionist/magician, no matter how great they and their tricks
are. What makes them them and us us, is also part of a powerful
illusion. Why is your doctor a doctor? Why is your stock broker a
stock broker? Sounds silly like I'm trying to prove I'm a moron,
huh, well I'm not folks, YO. The simple truth is that behind the
great curtains of everything, is not a loud mouth wizard but rather
a complicated numeration system endlessly trying to solve an
equation. The entire Sixth dimension is a realm that spits tiny
pieces of itself out into lower dimensionality, creating universes
and eventually in some of them, carbon thinking beings or
reflections of themselves on the sixth dimension. How can anyone
know what I have spoken for 7.3 years, NOT see that it is all true
and real, right down to who the All Mighty Goddess is in present
incarnation? Well, traffic is directed towards as well as against
all websites and blogs, in powerful ways that only the top one or
two percent or less of the Microsoft employees themselves, really
have a true clue about. I know what is going on, and I know there is
no stopping it. I am merely doing my 18 and out, and then as JOJO,
the fun begins. If I was wrong, the world would be buzzing and
blazing in 24 hours, just from this post alone, going up to blogger
tonight; only I'm not wrong, am I, AHA AHA AHA? Of course not, and
PP, you are as clueless as a bat reading the big-E on the eye chart.
Dinner is ready, let the universes wink out for a vigintillionth of
a microsecond. Folks, whether or not Roseann Delaney got me on that
night in that Atco home in 1983, matters goose eggs David Bacon
0-zip, vocoder machines and ears don't lie, huh Stephanie? But as
for the sixth dimension, they are like the brains down here in a
microcosm, each one of our entire universes is one cell in this huge
brain. Even the early eighties weird theories began to see that,
BUT, that is where they let the child turn the light-switch off and
go downstairs to dinner, quietly, maybe. All puns and jokes aside,
stopping it where you did is tantamount to not even starting it at
all. You left out the power of the circle, the string is fine and
well, but all of it has to bend around and connect again, endlessly.
What the fuck else can it ever hope to do? Those strings when long
enough will do the equivalent of becoming heavy and bend down and
around, only to all reconnect. But effecting uplines, or a light
starry world (the spirit world), well, look at what the bios all say
of how interested many within this star family, were in all of this,
as they couldn't make that disappear, and THAT fits biggest of all,
into my story, PERSONALLY, of course, great French models all
notwithstanding, or Pathmark Stores, this can be the next thing to
poof away, not that I said what I said to ADS. You see why I had to
write that fucking tune in 1983, US © Office, called, “Uncles On
Bending knees”????????? Just how does one fight All Mighty Goddess
ISIS, I mean the symbolism says it all, IT IS WHAT IT IS, ISIS,
WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE READING
MORIANITY PART 5,
AND
HAVE NOW READ THIS CHAPTER NUMBER
XXXVII. BYE-BYE, E/T.
NOW
THIS PARTICULAR BLOG WILL BEGIN RIGHT HERE:
2:10
PM-EDST, 5 APRIL, 2013, FRIDAY MID-AFTERNOON, YO.
OK
Inspector Louigee Kent Henderson Hollywood, here is the fucked up
shituation, kind sir, and all kind prosecutors and police
detectives, working my case, or not, since 5 December in 1989, not
to get Florence and Marcia too excited hopefully,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA .
First,
I am awakened every day now to nasty ass fucking loud piercing FIRE
ALARMS, and have to run to get my ear plugs in, and still duck my
head under a pile of pillows. Then after this attack again this
morning around stock market opening mother fucking civil rights
violating bell time, AKA around half past nine, came loud long
lasting hall shouting by my sicko nabes. This is two straight days,
Pam Bondi, mahm, that the neighborhood has assaulted me while
attempting to get my rest. Let me ever dare to make anywhere near
that kind of noise, and they would take me to a janitor room and
shoot me dead, mahm.
'MORIANITY-4'
WHEN
THEY HAVE YOU DIRT POOR AND DOWN AND OUT, IT IS VERY HARD TO RUN
AWAY AND START ALL OVER, OTHERWISE I WOULD HAVE DONE SO LONG AGO, AS
THE HAND WRITING WAS CLEARLY ON THE WALL FOR MY DOOM.
HALF
PAST FUCKING EIGHT IN THE EVENING, TUESDAY, WORST DAY OF THE
CENTURY, MARCH 5, 2013, LEAVE IT ALWAYS TO MOTHER FUCKING LOUSY
ROTTEN MARCH!
Folks,
I cannot stop or prevent this runaway
fucking DOW JONES freight train, nor can I go running
away every time it suits me to do so, as in the case on 12 December
in OHM-9 when if I had not escaped the KING, I would most likely not
lived to see another DAWN, back at that fucking FBI owned Hammonton
Blueberry town home, not Chatsworth to the north, deeper into the
mother fucking Jersey Pine Barrens. I must remain and fight, and
will send e-mails and DYING UTTERANCES to many state and local
authorities later on as the night and week ticks fucking onward.
Scylla said in late June of 2008, that I would be punished for my
non obedience, and have been quite devastatingly. Anyone that has
any problems with believing that, is a dam fool, and so who cares
what they may think or believe, hell, you can go tell me you're a
fucking monkey, it doesn't make you one; nor will it ever hope to
alter the actual truth. She tells me how disappointed in me she is,
over and over, well, you know my Morians, let me express a little
something here. She pulled all of this shit for thousands of years,
maybe longer, and you all barely can grasp the nineteen sixties and
what's been done to me by this all powerful controlling and RULING
entity, let alone the much longer span of interactions in hyperspace
with her and me, so why even go on there, except to say that I too
am extremely disappointed with the great ISIS-SCYLLA? What, are you
jealous because Diana came to me all night long, and was with me,
communicated with me, flashed lovely colors for me; and so you had
to totally ruin my day? Actually folks, go to your local fucking
minister, now, or wait for Wednesday, or Sunday; and tell him or her
about my blogs; and then ask if 'Jehovah' is not an extremely
jealous GOD, and if the Holy Bible does not say this
as plain as fucking ass 'day', other 'PP', so don't fucking stone me
to death, you religious extremists. I am merely a messenger who is
telling what's fucking going on in my dam life, and what I read as
plain as the stench of dogshit, right in the Holy Words of the KJV
Christian Bible. Then ask your buddy's buddy until one of them is a
psychiatrist, or maybe you even see one, that's none of my fucking
business; but ask if they can read through this Old Testament Bible,
and not diagnose Jehovah with about half a dozen sike features, and
if really carefully studied and examined despite her beyond mind
blowing intelligence without limit, to us human globs of maggots in
stasis, until our hearts all quit their rhythmic beating; that this
entity is a juvenile, a very far advanced one; but it is indeed as
I've told you all right along, a sixteen year old girl. I can only
tell my blogs what has happened in my life. This is my duty to
cosmos, and goes way beyond just me being super fucking pissed off
at the cock sucking world right about now, YO. That, I'll swear to a
million ISIS Goddesses, even if they all 'pick me', and I lose a
quintillion toes before this is all over. So what is this fucking
shit with automobile mechanics, YO??? Has anyone ever got an idea
about that, and wants to share, YO? I mean I have my own ideas, but
none of you really seem to believe, or agree with them; so my
question now becomes, then why not share yours with the poor little
fucking chemtard of the sike-ward, huh DEEZY SLIM, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO??????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
know, folks are basically cowardly. Either because what's going on
around me, and is against me, is huge in this world, or huge in the
outer world, and I know it is one and the same; but who gives a fuck
what I claim to know? Still, it is as though I am not afraid to come
out and tell this entire thing for 7 plus years now on these blogs,
and yet anyone who reads them, is sort of walking on editorial
eggshells about it all. Hay, I stand up to bullies, and I do not
care if they own the land, or claim to rule the empire. This family
has knocked out my entire life, and I AM good and pissed off about
it peeps, and am not going to be all that fucking shy about it, BRO!
Sorry, but I just am not gonna' be, YO. That's that, Mister Esolph,
and this ain't some fable.
Still,
very shortly, all of my shit will be down off of the internet. It is
only making shit fucking far worse for me, and I can see this quite
plain and clear as hell. It has been seven years and two months now,
so either I AM the densest
living person on this globe of pig crap, or it is time
to for me to grow up and see that this internet shit is certainly a
far cry from being my answer to anything, except a hell of a lot
more grief and pain and tears and hell, cubed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just from saying this, the computer did a major fuck up almost as
though to agree with me TO GET FUCKING RID OF IT. I will be getting
rid of my TV, my internet and cable, and just keep my old landline
telephone, and save for my bankruptcy; then get the fuck out and
away from this hellish evil nation.
I
asked why this day was so fucking horrible, and my GAGA CAT said
'Meow-meow, PCN-770'. But here is the real kicker folks. On the very
worst botbar day of the year, and maybe in fucking many fucking
years; I decided to see how many more units I could lose in my
systems roulette, after being clocked out of 48.5 units over the
weekend, and instead; I made not only this amount back, but 15 more
to boot, so I have no fucking cunt lapping answers for any of you,
and only All mighty SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE can know why she plays with
me as she does, her fave doll I suppose, and YO, if you know her,
and you were to ask her; do you really honestly think, you assholes;
that she is going to come out and admit to any of this? Will you
fucking give me a god dam break ladies and cock sucking gentlemen,
please, thank you so
much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now I need to do a CAP & Paste in reverse, as the machine
earlier fucked up royal, and erased out an entire week of my blogs
from the office 3.1 system, so I need to cap it back from my blogger
page. The more I mess with this All mighty Jehovah character, the
more She is going to fuck with me, and I knew this in 2008 when all
of this got started, but at least one positive resulted from it all.
No longer am I totally haunted by either June 4, 1983 or right about
on that same date somewhere give or take a day or two, three years
back in 1980. The song ''Love is for Carpenters'', now makes total
sense as to why this all happened to me; and so does my choking
condition; and I guess I was meant to cross
over a lot more than just Academy Road, and when I
seemed imperious to death, things went as many bible believers know
very well, beyond
death, and what does your bible say is beyond fucking
death, but oh shit, you know it only too fucking well ladies and
gentlemen, it is fucking HELL!
I
DEMAND MY FUCKING PROPS.
STILL
FOLKS, AND MY LOVELY GIANT GINA, PLEASE REMEMBER FOLKS THAT I DID
INDEED,
TELL
YOU
THAT ALL OF THIS WOULD HAPPEN ON THE STOCK MARKET, JUST REREAD MY
BLOGS, AND GEE FOLKS, THE PROPHET OF NOTHING IS 100% RIGHT, DEMANDS
HIS FUCKING PROPS; AND KNEW ALL THIS WAS MY FUCKING DOOMED DESTINY
ALL ALONG, LOVELY ATTORNEY GENERAL. I HOPE YOU'LL TRY AND SAVE MY
LIFE. I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE TRIED TO FUCKING RUN AWAY FROM THIS EVIL
NATION A LONG TIME AGO, NOW IT'S TOO FUCKING LATE, HUH
ISIS?????????? WELL YOU WERE A REAL PROPHET TOO, AND A LOT PRETTIER
THAN I WILL EVER HOPE TO BE, WOW!
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