Thursday, May 2, 2013

MORIANITY PART 5, CHAPTER 00063, BLOGS OF KING NEBNOOSHOO MOUNTAINPEN












MORIANITY PART FIVE



CHAPTER 00063



2:49 AM-EDST-THURSDAY, 2 MAY, 2013















Rotten or not, I am a tune-smith by trade, amateur or not, and legally, I may be in error, as I have collected royalties on airplay from late last century into early in this century as a BMI registered writer. In any case, I could care totally less about any of this, I am in the eternity game, not by choice, and by inescapable conditions. As a tune-smith, I should be of all people, able to therefore, 'change my tune'. I speak of things in life, not music, and will gladly explain this a little better for any of you scratching your heads and saying, what now, butt wipe? I have been addressing the majority of my viewers, and not the minority. 90% enjoy this blog nut believe totally and 100%, that the mountainpen is crazier than a fruit cake on top pf a coo-coo bird's beak. That is fine and well, and your business, but why focus on those who are merely enjoying my blogs, as opposed to the few out here who I have come to realize, do in fact believe me and in me, and once upon a time a while ago, so did my wonderful oldest daughter, but that was quite a while back. Still, she'll relate in ways we both know and I will need to stay silent and subtle here, but on what I now will mention. In my last days in Mister Mackey's special education class, in January of 1972 when strange things were going on that led to this entire huge mess, we had a student teacher, a young female, who Dan Mackey gave a failing grade to, for not knowing the proper way to teach special-ed, and for that matter; any class of occasional unruly children and teens, same diff. She kept focusing her attention on the one young male student who was extremely disruptive, rather than do a ''other PP'', oh I said I'll be more subtle, sorry. In any event, this all applies right here and right now, lovely LOO, on these blogs and my MISSION since the start of 2006, to both get my true story of my life journal and my real life, OUT TO THE PUBLIC FORUM, and also, TO OBTAIN HOPEFULLY, EVENTUALLY, A HELPFUL SMALL CHIOSENB FEW, sort of like 2000 years ago with the followers of a far greater dude than I could ever imagine myself to be times a quadrillion, yet still, the freaking principle is the same. Let me elaborate some more and change the atmosphere so as not to bore anyone, not leaving the topic, merely adding a few extra dimensions to it, such as depth and delay and reverberation do to the combinations of twelve perfectly balanced semitones AKA the musical octave. Allow me or as Uncle Heinz up on the great island put it so well in December of 1972, “PERMIT ME” to show you what I mean.















I have been saying shit for a long time, throughout all my blogs, along the lines of, 'well, don't believe me', or 'I know you think I'm a nut', and all sorts of similar phrases. I am addressing, as did this failed student teacher of those same uncle Heinz Gottwalt days, with my pal Bob McDowell who did group and become the man that Daniel Mackey always wanted him to do, but aside from all of that; I am sitting here all these years playing this losers tune of woe that concentrates on the majority of peeps who laugh and secretly or inwardly make fun of me. That is all cool with me, the last thing I would ever want to do is to take freedom and rights away from a single soul. Still, I too have these same rights, and my blogs are a mission to get me some help eventually in this gigantic mess, so why am I therefore NOT concentrating on the small group out here that DOES BELIEVE, at east the majority of my story, and my troubles? Well, that is a perfectly good question to ask, I am asking it right now of own freaking self, YO. Speaking of classes and school, be it special or regular type of education systems, the average public school classes when cities and small towns and all USA schools not private or religious oriented, are factored and averaged all up together, are about the size of my estimated BLOGAUD or regular viewing audience. I believe this number to be right around 33, a special number for the MASONS, and a special number for the electricians, right Witchcraft Joe, of Mac Andrews & Forbes Company? Again, peeps, there is no real start to any of the wild things that these nearly seven a half years of blogs have reported under voluntary legal oath as true and accurate to the best of my awareness and waking world knowledge. So that thing I just said with Joe, and Browning Road, with the brother of the great SSJKK, and on we could go until ALL OF the CALLIO's and the AT&T CALL-TEN Club come back from pasture, or go out into it, whichever might just come first in the illusion of the great STM, is not a starting point of anything in my horrendous personal life situation, not by any means at all. Aniwho, powerful future stereos of 'Krasse's brother', and wall slams from the powerful gods of the Astral-Plane, and other nightmarish garbage all notwithstanding; may connect into tubular inventions, and both of my semi hyper space daughters, and we all live in fifth dimensional McCoo hyper space by the way, it is all around us even though we only consciously while awake perceive and live within three fifths of this reality and is why the average human from baby through last breath averages three fifths of their life awake or not 'asleep', and this doesn't start to touch other similarities and otherwise not 'other side' connected situations, sorry for the prior blog typo. Interesting typo though, right, and aren't many of my typos. Quite interesting, to say the very least, L-4? Still the scoffers give me way to much credit to think that I could intentionally pull off such a wild huge scale con scam, but thanx indeed for the gargantuan sized freaking complement, as I rarely get massive amounts of credit or complements, even though we all in power out there know just who is really behind 95% of every single thing happening in the world today. If this makes me the ultimate candidate for Carly Simon's old rock tune, so be it, I am proud to tell the truth, just as I am proud of MC, whatever the real total absolute situation behind all of this ever is, and I feel that none of us can ever be privy to that, it is just too sealed and locked up within her great and all mighty cosmic game. Naturally, she keeps it sealed from even her own self, that's a given. Any real master of video-games has long put this wild strategy together and are all smart enough to shut the hell up about it. But today, with a raging bull market that I have been told hit 15,000 the other day and so is probably now on its way to 16, 17, 20, 30, and so on, JUST LIKE I TOLD ALL OF YOU OUT HERE ALL YEAR LONG AND EVEN BEFORE 2013 EVER GOT HERE, IT IS ALL RIGHT THERE ON MY BLOGS, SO ARCHIVE AND READ, GOOD FOLKS; it is now time for me to tell some really huge ass fucking secrets. I have no choice, as Barnabas Collins said to that adorable blond girl on DARK SHITHOLES of shipped K-Mart products, Uncle Cuzz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! By the way, TV ad spots are getting better and better, it is ashame that stupid fucking lizard has to keep spoiling shit for the rest of the scene, I would so love to step right on that worm's ugly mother fucking brains and hear the great GEICO SQUISH!!!!! Eat that one up, Ed Himacane Roadboard Lynch of New Jersey, AHA-AHA-AHA, MMCN!!!!! Aniwho, let me start addressing the few who DO believe, and cut out my many spiels of, “go ahead and think I'm a jerk off crazy: and stuff like this, as this is just playing to the unruly child in the classroom, when I need to be focusing all of my freaking attention on securing some eventual help from some future and yet unimagined person or persons. This may never happen, but IT WILL never happen, if I just ignore the potential few who might help me some day, in some way; and play to the majority of those scoffing at me and just getting a buzz-kill roar aisle rolling laugh attack at my blogs, as I won't lie, even I when calmer will read the angry ones back, and laugh like hell at myself and my immature rotten behavior from time to time. I know it is way over the freaking top, and am 'very very very' sorry, Ingrid, and all others. So good few who do believe the majority of my words, I now anoint you with a quick name for reference sake only, a name religious folks know and love and use down the centuries, and one that makes perfect Bruce Allan Pennock-1973 sense, “BELIEVERS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now please don't get me wrong people, I love diversity no matter what, and welcome all of it and more. If you hate my Youtube stuff, thumbs down it, as up or down, it is GOOGLE ACTIVITY, as I told the person who already did this on my video at http://Youtube/paulaking2011/ and you will not hurt my feelings one bit. Put ninety-seven million thumbs down on all of it, and I will kiss you for crissake, good people! Well, my 'leacher-hackers' are alive and well, and i may have to end this fucking blogg and begin another one. You can see that they will not allow me to exit this font color, so I will try to start a new fucking paragraph.











Let us discuss some powerful trhings that I was told somewhat recently, and thank you, believers, for bwelieving both me, and in me. Thasnk you so very much, in advance. OK, sdo the unbelieveing BLOGAUD may be described as Lessians as opposed to Morians, or perhaps if straddling the free-thinkers fence, inbetweenians, as I have coined the word here in Morianity; but in any event, welcome aboard, one and all. As I said, if 3% of the group are my believers, then would I not dfesire millions of Lessians? Think about it, it is pure cold mathematics, and all salesmen know this quite well, as the YES:NO RATIO. All products have them, based on a progfessional salesperson. You need to get 99 NO's out of the way to get one lousy YES on some products in the old days of door to door pavement pounding gumshoe sales people. Still, would they want to strive for hitting 300 doors per week or 800? On the surface, 800 means 792 NO's as opposed to only 297 with 300 knocks. Still, this is 8 commissions of 1000 bucks each as opposed to only 3. See what I mean people? Now this leacher fucking hack has screwed me, as I have lost my spell checker as a result. Never blog in your HTTP shit until the end of a blog, I have come to learn this lesson tonight, so i'll still say HA-HA-Ha to this WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE ENEMY of mine, and merely do a careful proof-read before i post up, and correct any or most errors that I find without the aid of red lined typo assistance. I have even tried pasting to a new document, and will try again, but i doubt that it will work as the fucking cunt lapping HACK is also pasted in, like DUH! I have a better idea and I doubt that they can fuck me wit this one. I will start my own (rest of this blog) on a new created page, and then when all done, paste them together. FUCK THIS!







So now let me get right to the topic of computers, and tell the first of three secrets, to my wonderful nice believers out here. All others, relax, enjoy, laugh, have a blast, Morianity loves to have you along for the ride, be well.



OK, my spell-checker is fine now, and later these two documents will be pasted together into one, so HA-HA-HA. Now for the first secret with computers, and then along to two really big other secrets, Mizz Terry Harbors Egghead of 2007, AHA AHA AHA AHA AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





A man named Clay Coins worked with me through the AARP along with lots of other not so wonderful people, as I have come to learn as time marched on. I did nothing but be kind to these folks, and as always, the enemy somehow manipulated and influenced every one of them to screw me and be mean to me after all was mother fucking cunt lapping said and done!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All of them were from the AARP garbage program, good riddance to both it, and all of them. I speak of Clay, Mikey, Trinidad, Sandy, the only one who did not end up hurting me, was John. As far as I am concerned, HELL has a special place for folks who turn on nice people for no good reason and with no explanation ever given, so I sit back resting and satisfied on that for temporary justice hoped for. I am a believer in biblical justice, we live in a sinful evil place, and when we are wronged, then we should get a similar fucking kick in our own ass, and I totally and truly believe in BIBLICAL FUCKING JUSTICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Anyway, back to Clay. The computer I am typing on was bought by him from the local Fort Pierce, Florida Walmart, right off of the Okay-2-Choke Me exit of I-95, back in the beginning of twenty-eleven. I paid him in monthly installments until it was paid for. We originally had planned to do day trading on the stock market. I am the one person who way more than not, can tell you which way the DJIA prices are going to go, as it directly parallel-events my life, for cosmic reasons that go beyond what I currently admit to totally understanding, and can only call it a part of a great mystery in cosmos known as REALITY-3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Clay told me to go and talk to the owners of a computer store shortly after this purchase, a little shop on route Once near the freight trail railroad tracks that cross over the highway near the Fort Pierce Hess gasoline station. There are two dudes in there, and Clay thinks he spoke with the older one, and my luck,I got the young geek to9tal ass-wipe fella, who treated me like total shit, would not help me, and I ended up walking out of the store totally unaided, and looking back, this was a total fucking payoff kibosh job, like BonJovi Avalon Studio; and all else in my miserable mother fucking Huntington Cursed life of HELLFIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This dirt bag geek told me a vicious lie, my wonderful believers out here, VICIOUS!!!! He said there is a federal law, where you need to have an account with a minimum trading balance of 100,000 dollars, in place now; with the market being this volatile and troublesome, since the 2008 decline; that I told all of you then, was a big joke; that it would all come right back after that day of death-persecution given to me by TRUMP and EVIL EMPIRE WOMO ENEMIES, that day on my way into my job at Cifaloglio with the huge motorcycle and aerial attack simultaneously near the Hammonton Ice Hockey Rink just west at the traffic light at Bellevue Avenue that becomes Route 206 after you pass Hammonton to the north, and to the south it is 45, if my memory is not being hacked, and I am never sure anymore of all the hyperspace effects and the mind hacking of the McGuire family crew of Magicbulletville!!! When I cashed my IRS tax refund check the other day, I checked on two things by speaking to the Branch Manager. He told me that my WOW BANK trucks are used to service office parties and do certain things that recently were all moved to other areas outside of Fort Pierce, so no need for the trucks to be parked outside there any more, and I was telling him how much they made me feel at home, as I am not a true Floridian, and miss home, and my WOW trucks back at my bank, the Hammonton, New Jersey Branch had a lot of them, and so did the Mount Laurel Main Office right opposite the place I worked security duty before nine eleven hit, in 2001, on Atrium Way, in the Industrial Park on the other side of town from where I did my horrible time in 1987 and into 1988, for Guardsmark Security, on Gaither road, at the American Honda Plant; and where all of my nightmares began, with the MONSTER CHEMTRAILING ATTACKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So this is why no more WOW trucks, for no reason he knew of, the original plan was changed, so I would not ever get to see my wonderful fucking WOW trucks parked there any more, but the real thing is that he told me absolutely, there is no federal law such as what this ass hole enemy computer geek had told me back around two years ago in early 2011. But if you think you have heard all the monster ass shit being done to me since the fucking cunt eating day that I was born on this miserable Earth as MARK WAYNE MOHR, think again please, kind believers!!!!!!!! When I recently spoke to Debbie Marotto, my PHA Resident Manager, and this may get me evicted in clever ways, but I cannot worry about it, and so I am tattle-tailing here, Mister Bob Cheatley Patterson, and just as you told me back in Elvis Presley resurrection secrets days of 1984, about how local, state, and federal governments will destroy your life if you learn certain secrets of theirs, and now seemingly since we have crossed paths perhaps, my poor as mother-fucking life as well, but yes; the Public Housing Authority (PHA) is behind making me miserable, and has done all of this to me, otherwise, go ahead, just rationally fucking explain to me how what I now am about to tell you all folks, could be happening if I am so wrong and have all of this so misjudged inside my sick twisted paranoid pathetic little fucking head, YO! Please, I welcome it, BRING IT, tell me, but 4 right now peeps, let me tell all of you, just what I learned. It seems that Debbie knows that those that damaged my automobile and blasted a subwoofer until they were made to stop that, and still mess with me and make all kinds of illegal after hours loud noises; are part of the Fort Pierce Drug Culture, gee like really. Anyway, I mean, dealing, and the big stuff, not small nick bag using. In any event, Debbie wante3d to run a DRUG-DOG up and down the hallways of the building, and asked her boss in the PH Authority upon numerous times if she could bring one in, and very mysteriously, she has been told, Miss Pam Bondi, Florida State Attorney General, “No, I do not want you to do this”, quote, end of quote. Oh yes, my believers, tell me you cry for me at least once a year, please. I know I cry on a daily basis with what this evil monstrous fucking WOMO-MILITUFORCE EVIL EMPIRE had done to me ever since the early and middle eighties, and really my entire mother fucking lifetime. There are other secrets just this big, and bigger, bigger than all of these three, bigger if you can imagine the ego crush of even my great awesome oldest kid. Yes, on and on I could go; but even I know when to shut the fuck up, for one blog, and one day. But now with a fifteen fucking thousand Dow Jones to deal with. I AM FUCKING FIGHTING FOR MY FUCKING POOR LITTLE DISEASED TWISTED SCREWED UP PATHETIC POWERLESS LIFE, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELP ME WORLD FUCKING COURT, AT THE HAGUE, YO!



I get 5-10 death-android (ANGEL) attacks daily, and have been getting them on this incredible frequent visitation schedule for years now, it's only, as 'Dice's' enemy would say, 'getting worse', on my kid's great movie. In fact, I feel as if this great L&O future DA, could be speaking directly to me on that event, things are just progressing endlessly worse and fucking worse and fucking worse, and fucking worse! If there is a god and I know there isn't, not any kind of god I could ever give a shit about after all of this fucking hell done to me; well, if there is, screw you. BUT, thank you DIANA for coming to me yesterday afternoon late, when I really really freaking needed you, you must have really known, as I was seriously thinking of jumping in front of th local freight train later, and try to commit suicide again, for the nine millionth fucking time now, not that hell is a condition that ever can be mother fucking escaped from. WOW, trucks or no trucks, I should fucking ass know, good folks, and wonderful lovely believers. Thank you 4 putting up with me and my moods, and staying here with Morianity, YO, I love you all, be safe, be well, and do not anger the great Paula King, as did poor Regis Philbin that day at WAYV at Roofdog Radio next to the Levy Lifeguard Baywatch Tower of the east, AKA central Atlantic city, New Jersey, USAESMWG, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-MMCN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks, I am totally used to the klutz outs, the ones attacks, the death angel attacks of sir Morty Mortino dirt-bag, and so much more, the endless lies, broken promises, rip offs and con jobs, that makes up the unfathomable fucking cock sucking miserable life on one Mark Wayne Pathetic mohr, so woe with me, huh, Sarah Krassle, my endless wild Goddess from eternity. I will live forever, and never figure you out! Oh well, YOU GO GIRL, and HAY to Cuzz Leticia of the Harbor!!















MORIANITY-PART FIVE-CHAPTER 00063 continues on!





First, on the BLOGGER website, there were two CHAPTER 60 BLOGS, one was A one was B, only they were not labeled as such on any printed matter, merely saying that one of these blogs was CHAPTER 00060, THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS OR NEITHER. This would be the B-Blog, the one dedicated to a woman of the seventeen hundreds, by the name of Marie Callio. No one need be concerned with this, just clearing up a little query in the minds of perhaps, a few of my viewers.



These ass wipe nabes go in and out all night long, but are closing the doors quietly. I think that even though my resident manager told me she could not tell them anything, that she did so anyway, or why else, at least are the doors for a little while anyway, a bit quieter. It sure is not because they grow any kind of a conscience or become at all considerate towards their honky neighbor. Still, I have a little message for my kindly associate, as I feel as a resident of Florida, I can consider myself to be just that, and this would be a powerful message, one that may get me cleverly evicted from my apartment, and you know, if it does, well, then that is the fate of the gods telling me to go back up to Jersey and back home where I belong, hellish as life was there for me or not. Of course, I could be making this up, and many think I have made up all of morianity in hopes of attracting attention or becoming a successful or recognized person of society. Folks, even I am not that much of a retarded moron. You do not write a blog like mine, if your fucking motive and goal is to become rich and famous, or some respected pillar of some community. This always was and has been and will be, a blog screaming out for help, to anyone willing to listen. So far a few have finally listened, none have offered to help and are most likely in no position whatsoever to offer any. Still, as told on many blogs now for a very long time, money is not what I need, nor is it sex, the two most desired things of normal men, but in my case, basically worthless commodities. It's like moving. No matter where I ever go, the force moves with me and into the new peeps surrounding me, and makes me continually experience a never ending hell interaction, and it is not of my doing, nor is it imagined. Same thing with a lot of sudden windfall. If I was suddenly willed ten mill by a rich relative who dies, guess how long it will take my MILITUFORCE enemies to one way or the other, totally separate me from every penny of it? Not long at all, is the correct answer, folks, and no matter how hard I would try to not let that happen, IT WOULD. My need is for some small group to believe my story is all real and true and in no way a delusion, and to then offer to join with me, to try and see if this force cannot be fought and maybe even totally exposed someday, as there is power in numbers, and that much I will give to the great philosopher of 1969, Misses Know-it-all Marola, of Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG.



For a little while, I will not be posting a lot of bells and whistles. I got a bit carried away after teaching myself how to do as much as I did, with no help whatsoever from a single soul who I cried out to for years. People in all honesty, really are a bunch of self righteous, arrogant, selfish, evil, uncaring bastards, and if you need them, they will not be there for you, or maybe under this family curse I should speak only for myself and say and restate, that they sure absolutely have not been, nor will they seemingly ever be, there for me, in any capacity whatsoever, and even when you need them the very most. I am seriously thinking of altering my name legally soon, to Randy Van-warmer ll. Why not peeps, it is fitting, and if you do not remember or know of the 1979 songs, then ask a parent or older person, and let them play it to you, so then you'll start to get where I am coming from with these words.





Yes, for a while, there will not be lots of wild bells and whistles on my blogs, but there will be some pasting in of stuff from other past posts and prior blogs, and you will get quite a mind blowing shock before you read the next half dozen or so of these writings. I happen to know a powerful secret. There is no real time significance and nothing is really in any order. No matter how you scramble and jumble up pieces from your life, my life, any life; it all comes out in a way that will in time if you keep an open mind, reveal this shocking truth to you all, that indeed, there is no real order to a thing, and that it is merely and only your conscious-mind, that forces things into a linear timeline and order of event chronology. In higher truth, you can bounce out of regular-time and go from January 8 to October 3, to August 22, to February 26, to December 12, to July 19, and so forth, and in the very long run, and whether you want to scream at me that I am either a liar or a total loony, I'm here to tell you, that nothing would be different in any of our lives, and when you eventually start to even see a tiny spark within this flame of major truth being given you now as precious as if I was giving you sold heavy gold bars, you will wake up and become a true being while still alive and awake in body and in caporial material tangible human life. You will then begin to live with the great Marilyn McCoo, in the fifth dimension. Out of all the things in the world, why did this group choose this name back in the sixties? Why did they have their part in that Broadway Musical Play called, “HAIR”? Why did Disco diva Donna Summer do her own version of it in Munich, Germany as a young teen before making it big in the music bizz? It all fits, just as all the things all fit with ISISCYLLA, and all the 7.4 years of my blogs now, all of it all fits, as all things cannot help but to freaking fit, ladies and gentlemen.









MORIANITY BIBLE FOR MILLENIUM THREE:





Friday, September 22, 2006


Morianity Bible


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Thursday, January 19, 2006
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Prologue - Morianity Bible For Millenium 3, Old Testament 1995
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There is no good way to start this journal of my endless life, you see I do
not ever die. In this age of somewhat computer impersonal inter-world
interaction, I will start with plain simple English. First there is a very sick
giant army of pure wicked slime-bags, wrecking every facet of my life. It
worsened however 20 years ago when I resided in lovely Cherry Hill, NJ, and
much will be spoken of, regarding this horrific nightmare. I have offered 3
people the knowledge of creating their idea of immortality, and I can make
good on my end of the deal. Despite mans fear of death and the unknown, they
all turned down my offer, even though what I want in return is not what you
might think the usual things would be, such as sex or money or power etc. I
do not want this. What I want is to be believed and have a small group of
people join me in a fight against something that goes beyond consp theories,
or any sci-fi stuff. No one can ever give me what I want so bad, OBLIVION.
I have a story to tell you that will topple the world as we now perceive it
to be. Stay tuned, there is a light year of story to tell, be braced....................

I do think it wise that this book be made a part of my life and live journals,
as this is the beginning of the book known as morianity bible. This will not
follow the scrip of prior writings, as the times change very quickly as
centuries continue moving forward. I feel the need to point out that several
people play a major part of my nightmare endless existence, and that they are
well known high profile individuals. Unless you can see what I tell you is
real, you will be offended as a direct result of inability to comprehend.
People, animals, weather, and all potential situations of interaction in this
gigantic 5th dimensional hyperspace, are all totally controlled by the
uplining thoughtwave that simply put, IS ALL THIS. No way can I just start
right in imparting things about what the 6th dimension really is, as though
we are having a casual conversation over trivial everyday matters such as a
new boy or girl friend, whether or not the mighty Philadelphia Flyers will
win the 2006 Stanley Cup, and on and on. The 6th dimension contains answers
to every question that ever has plagued or interested mankind since it crawled
out of the seas. I began my bible for no other reason in 1995, than simply
put, and using mortal Earth language; I awoke from a dream on the morning of
August fifteen, 1986, and upon awakening I came here, wherever here is. NO
ONE ON GODS GREEN-BROWN EARTH will believe me when I tell them that the place that I fell asleep from the night before was not where I am now, and have
been since this outlandish occurrence. Since this happened, some things are
similar, and some things are quite different. When I came to the library today
to write this blog, my reading glasses vanished and turned up in a very weird
spot, and then a crazy person tried intentionally yo hit my car while I was
merely attempting to normally park. Things like this occur constantly, and
thousands of hellish things worse, every year since this hell began in 1986,
whereas before all of this, my life was boring and dull, not great, but
certainly not TOTAL FREAKING HELL. I have been in a death-hell sentence for
20 years now, and all from doing no more than waking up from a spurious and
crazy dream, where I lived in Atlantic City, NJ, but in an entirely altered
reality, some might refer to as a parallel universe. One possible explanation
for this is that I used to experiment with many electronic devices, and you
would never believe me if I told you the whole story. Long before many of the
technologies of century 21 existed, I applied an ancient alchemists theory
to life by combining science with the magical world, hence creating a commingling
of sorts of existing powers that man had tapped into. There are several people
that were suddenly added and subtracted from known reality, and the machine
it was done on was a Panasonic Technics RS1500US open reel recorder. In closing
the first chapter of this bible, I will simply say this: I am in hell. I have
been shot in a Wawa, drowned, poisoned, electrocuted, killed in 5 traffic
crashes, the worst being in Woodbury, NJ, and have had several massive and
fatal heart attacks. Death hates my guts and has been ordered to not let me
get out of this nightmare. I am constantly evicted from wherever I live,
friends keep dying strange deaths, I am fired off jobs with no explanations,
and every time that I eventually and painstakingly get a new person in my life
who possibly might help me, they turn on me with no rhyme nor reason. 2 churches
asked me to leave the fold as they believe I am cursed of God, or possessed,
or some other such absurd nonsense. No matter what I try to ever do socially,
financially, or whateverally, IT FAILS FAILS F A I L S. These are the persons
responsible for the complete destruction of an innocent man, though they have
no clue that any of this is going on. DONALD TRUMP, DONNA SUMMER, ROBERT CLARK, ED SNYDER,RICHARD KARPF, MAYER BOB LEVY OF ACNJ, ROBERT MCGUIRE, SARAH CALLIO MARTINO,FRANK CALLIO, THOMAS J. REALE, MARY CARTER PAINTS. CIA, NSA, and many BFA 'black file agencies", are owned-controlled by the Callio-Martino families of East Jersey. Chapter two will tell you details of what these wicked subskumites do to me in covert ugly detail, stay tuned. Thank you "TOMORROW-NOW" network for carrying this message through World System which is the replacement of present day internet. Anybody who never saw a movie called "THE TRUEMAN SHOW" needs to get to a video rental system
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Tuesday, January 31, 2006
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Chapter 01 Daring To Know
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Hello world, it is me again, taking u now into the second chapter of MB. I
lived here long ago as King David, and loved Jehovah as some call 'Him', more
than life itself. I am not sure whether I will be forgiven for saying all
that I will say today, but my spirit as mortals term the word, is unable to
resist the temptation. First, what u all believe to be independent people
with independent thought, is the biggest joke since Adam's APPLE being stuck
in all of the throats of the human race. The thyroid gland can indeed be used
by all the gods as sort of a 'punishment collar', just as suggested by the
great and late Mr. Gene Roddenberry of Star Trek. I should know, as goddess
Diana Arteemis, daughter of Zeus Ressikahn Zuudlow, and cousin of the great
Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, has been using one on poor ol lil me
since 10:30 PM on the night of June 4th of 1983. If I do not do what my 2
lightning goddesses tell me to do, I am not only punished in human ways on
this human realm or plane, but far worse and stranger nightmares occur on
dream or astral realms, and even beyond into non fathomability by homosapiens
of this darling little planet. You could never know the wrath of these power-
ful beings until you are able to remember in consciousness, just how mighty
they are, and what they can do to you. I could tell things to this world that
no one would ever choose to accept nor believe. To list a very few of them,
on risk of punitation that goes far beyond your concept of death and
destruction, first and foremost, weather on this Earth has not been naturally
occurring on any real level since the end of 1987. All formation of clouds is
made from jet trails that some conspiracy theorists call KEMTRAILS. These
deadly vapor trails are not what they were before the mid 1980's, when they
were legitimate propane fumes resulting from jet aircraft's flying from city
to city. They quickly evaporated, dispersed into invisibility, and were gone.
Now, and for 2 decades now, they turn into big wide creepy looking smokey
vapors, and eventually, if you have patience to watch this horror, you will
observe that a clear blue sky will go from beautiful to nothing more than an
entire gray and ugly mess, hence, changing the entire weather pattern over
an entire area, area after area, until eventually, these clouds chicken and
turn darker. From this rain will fall, and storms and patterns of numerous
Hello world, it is me again, taking u now into the second chapter of MB. I
lived here long ago as King David, and loved Jehovah as some call 'Him', more
than life itself. I am not sure whether I will be forgiven for saying all
that I will say today, but my spirit as mortals term the word, is unable to
resist the temptation. First, what u all believe to be independent people
with independent thought, is the biggest joke since Adam's APPLE being stuck
in all of the throats of the human race. The thyroid gland can indeed be
used by all the gods as sort of a 'punishment collar', just as suggested by
the great and late Mr. Gene Roddenberry of Star Trek. I should know, as goddess
Diana Arteemis, daughter of Zeus Ressikahn Zuudlow, and cousin of the great
Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, has been using one on poor ol lil me since
10:30 PM on the night of June 4th of 1983. If I do not do what my 2 lightning
goddesses tell me to do, I am not only punished in human ways on this human
realm or plane, but far worse and stranger nightmares occur on dream or astral
realms, and even beyond into unfathomably by homosapiens of this darling
little planet. You could never know the wrath of these powerful beings until
you are able to remember in consciousness, just how mighty they are, and what
they can do to you. I could tell things to this world that no one would ever
choose to accept nor believe. To list a very few of them, on risk of punitation
that goes far beyond your concept of death and destruction, first and foremost,
weather on this Earth has not been naturally occurring on any real level since
the end of 1987. All formation of clouds is made from jet trails that some
conspiracy theorists call CHEMTRAILS. These deadly vapor trails are not what
they were before the mid 1980's, when they were legitimate propane fumes
resulting from jet aircraft's flying from city to city. They quickly evaporated,
dispersed into invisibility, and were gone. Now, and for 2 decades now, they
turn into big wide creepy looking smokey vapors, and eventually, if you have
patience to watch this horror, you will observe that a clear blue sky will go
from beautiful to nothing more than an entire gray and ugly mess, hence,
changing the entire weather pattern over an entire area, area after area,
until eventually, these clouds chicken and turn darker. From this rain will
fall, and storms and patterns of numerous weather conditions develop around
the entire globe. Should these jets stop doing this, no new weather would
exit anywhere on this world, and I refuse to believe that top weather channel
meteorologists can be unaware and totally oblivious to this. Not that it
would matter, because the minute to try do expose this crap, your life will
rapidly go to hell. Everyone you tell that takes any interest and tries to
assist in getting to the bottom of it, suddenly watches their life go down
the girgler at light speed squared, or warp ten for the trekkers. Anyone u
enlist to help to expose any of the secrets of the gods and their goofy plans
for this game arena we call Earth and life, will watch all those around them
such as friends, spouses, family members, neighbors, co-workers, and on and
on, GO STRAIGHT TO A FIREY H E L L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They invented the science of psychiatry and psychology, to enable them to list
you as all sorts of iteses and enicks, etc. This works just like the war room
in the pentagon. Before they do any big thing, they already have two or three
cover stories ready to go out should the diareah run smack into the giant fan.
Who really owns the pentagon, and all evil and wickedness around the globe?
When I lived here as David 3K years ago, I put up with this same 'ENEMY
CHANNEL'. Watch my language choices carefully, my fellow brethren and sistren,
I said channel, it is not, it was not, nor will it ever be, individual persons that come after u and make u miserable when you are a threat to them through what I've termed EXPOSURE METHODOLOGY. Now for the GREAT MACHINE and the really big story on 'my action news'. Their is a powerful and magical scripture in the Christian King James version of the HOLY BIBLE, that seriously, and not taken as story or parable; that refers to the so-called devil by his
fallen name, and goes a bit like this, WATCH OUT AND BE DILIGENT SO AS TO
AVOID SATAN'S DEVICES... Preachers great and small, with seminary degree,
believe A HUGE LIE. They do not take the word DEVICES to actually be a super
HI-TEK Machine, capable of negatively effecting energy that exists in the
quantum foam of fifth-dimensional space, in such a spurious and outlandish
way. You see, it effects anything. and I said ANYTHING, that runs or is any
way part of anything ELECTICAL, MECHANICAL, OR BIOLOGICAL, and the reason it can do this is because all 3 of these things are only real on a 3 dimensional
plane of life as a type of mass times light speed squared on a very unusually
high frequency of P and S cloud inter-orbital atomic signature. The device is
thus able to interfere with the exact signature of subatomic orbiting particles
that cause 4th and 5th dimensional changes or interdimensionalization as some
sci-fi buffs may have seen it used in their favorite shows. This weekend,
everything was hit around me, from my physical body, my electronic home
devices, my automobile, people around me by way of influencing their mental
channel, and on and on. These machines can turn a child int an old dying
lump of clay, as well as the other way around. I have witnessed what it can
do. The only reason I live and breathe and can still speak and type, is
because I too have had my day of reckoning with this magical device. There
is one of these stationary gadgets on State Street in Camden, NJ, another one
is in Atlantic City,NJ on Tennessee Avenue above a casino bus parking lot,
and the third one is in Haddonfield, NJ close to the Pennypacker Park in a
building called Coolie Hall. The other buildings are Recorded Publications
Laboratory, and the ACNJ one is in mid air, as a fire took out the Bolivar
Hotel where it was originally brought into our human world straight from very
high astral planes, by the great Sarah-Stacey Herself, THE ALL MIGHTY God of
our pathetically deluded world. These machines can propagate themselves in
similar fashion to humans who can make babies. Any electrical or mechanical
device that gets close to one of the 3 master devices becomes EMPOWERED, in
a much lessor strength than the original, and the process can endlessly go
on, with power being similar to that of nuclear half-life weak force decaying
4th dimensional cycling. Let me close up chapter 2 of MB by reminding my
readers that the day Mayor Levy took office in ACNJ, notice how the ocean was
sending him a message that he better do a good job and clean up her great
city in the human world. The GREAT SARAH is watching you chief. Goddess Jupiter transmitted her lightning through the vacuum of space, and into the dark dead quiet seas of this world. The Atlantic Ocean does not like people who hurt
'THAT BOY', as she has called me for quintillions of endless eons. weather
conditions develop around the entire globe. Should these jets stop doing this,
no new weather would exit anywhere on this world, and I refuse to believe
that top weather channel meteorologists can be unaware and totally oblivious
to this. Not that it would matter, because the minute to try do expose this
crap, your life will rapidly go to hell. Everyone you tell that takes any
interest and tries to assist in getting to the bottom of it, suddenly watches
their life go down the girgler at light speed squared, or warp ten for the
trekkers. Anyone U enlist to help to expose any of the secrets of the gods
and their goofy plans for this game arena we call Earth and life, will watch
all those around them such as friends, spouses, family members, neighbors,
co-workers, and on and on, GO STRAIGHT TO A FIREY H E L L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They invented the science of psychiatry and psychology, to enable them to list
you as all sorts of iteses and enicks, etc. This works just like the war room
in the pentagon. Before they do any big thing, they already have two or three
cover stories ready to go out should the diareah run smack into the giant fan.
Who really owns the pentagon, and all evil and wickedness around the globe?
When I lived here as David 3K years ago, I put up with this same 'ENEMY
CHANNEL'. Watch my language choices carefully, my fellow brethren and sistren, I said channel, it is not, it was not, nor will it ever be, individual persons that
come after U and make U miserable when you are a threat to them through what
I've termed EXPOSURE METHODOLOGY. Now for the GREAT MACHINE and the really big story on 'my action news'. Their is a powerful and magical scripture in the Christian King James version of the HOLY BIBLE, that seriously, and not
taken as story or parable; that refers to the so-called devil by his fallen
name, and goes a bit like this, WATCH OUT AND BE DILIGENT SO AS TO AVOID SATAN'S DEVICES....Preachers great and small, with seminary degree, believe A HUGE LIE. They do not take the word DEVICES to actually be a super HI-TEK Machine, capable of negatively effecting energy that exists in the quantum
foam of fifth-dimensional space, in such a spurious and outlandish way. You
see, it effects anything. and I said ANYTHING, that runs or is any way part
of anything ELECTICAL, MECHANICAL, OR BIOLOGICAL, and the reason it can do this is because all 3 of these things are only real on a 3 dimensional plane
of life as a type of mass times light speed squared on a very unusually high
frequency of P and S cloud inter-orbital atomic signature. The device is thus
able to interfere with the exact signature of subatomic orbiting particles
that cause 4th and 5th dimensional changes or interdimensionalization as some
sci-fi buffs may have seen it used in their favorite shows. This weekend,
everything was hit around me, from my physical body, my electronic home
devices, my automobile, people around me by way of influencing their mental
channel, and on and on. These machines can turn a child int an old dying lump
of clay, as well as the other way around. I have witnessed what it can do.
The only reason I live and breathe and can still speak and type, is because
I too have had my day of reckoning with this magical device. There is one of
these stationary gadgets on State Street in Camden, NJ, another one is in
Atlantic City, NJ on Tennessee Avenue above a casino bus parking lot, and
the third one is in Haddonfield, NJ close to the Pennypacker Park in a
building called Coolie Hall. The other buildings are Recorded Publications
Laboratory, and the ACNJ one is in mid air, as a fire took out the Bolivar
Hotel where it was originally brought into our human world straight from very
high astral planes, by the great Sarah-Stacey Herself, THE ALL MIGHTY God of
our pathetically deluded world. These machines can propagate themselves in
similar fashion to humans who can make babies. Any electrical or mechanical
device that gets close to one of the 3 master devices becomes EMPOWERED, in
a much lessor strength than the original, and the process can endlessly go
on, with power being similar to that of nuclear half-life weak force decaying
4th dimensional cycling. Let me close up chapter 2 of MB by reminding my
readers that the day Mayor Levy took office in ACNJ, notice how the ocean was
sending him a message that he better do a good job and clean up her great
city in the human world. The GREAT SARAH is watching you chief. Goddess
Jupiter transmitted her lightning through the vacuum of space, and into the
dark dead quiet seas of this world. The Atlantic Ocean does not like people
who hurt 'THAT BOY', as she has called me for quintillions of endless eons.
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Wednesday, February 08, 2006
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Chapter 02 Putting A Nightmare Together
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I have much to tell u all in order to bring u up to speed. These filthy
slime-bags wrecked me a few days after posting chapter 2. My auto was wrecked,
they fly over in planes and drive by in cars, using the machine I told u about
that effects anything electrical, mechanical, and biological. One minute I am
fine, then boom, u crap your insides out before u can get to a toilet. This has
been going on now since 1986, as previously mentioned where I discuss returning
here from a nightmare, to find myself in a worse realer nightmare of literally
being in HELL.


You will never know what I suffer through. Trying to get my only vehicle
repaired, was literally as difficult as becoming a brain surgeon. All of a
sudden my mechanic has a major emergency due to someone 'just happening to pick the day I needed help desperately', dropped a dime on him and told school-board authorities that his children were illegally attending school in the wrong
district. This complex mess led to me not getting help, as the stand by mechanic
did not give a hoot in hot hurl-juice about me, wouldn't answer my phone calls,
nor called me. Next day, someone tries to help me, and everything u could
possibly imagine occurred so that I was unable to meet with her at a pre
arranged spot, and it was an endless hell, just attempting to get to the
mechanic shop in order to retrieve my auto. As I type now at Hammonton library,
a super low private CIA-NSA airplane is flying directly overhead to try and
annoy and or frighten me. It won't work dirtballs.


What u must now be brought up to speed on is something called STATISTICAL
TECHNOLOGY and what the 'enemy' is doing with it. For two sick twisted decades, I've gone through total bat-biting HELL with this total crap. They have created a game with me where I am in my very life itself in all possible aspects of it,
connected to three seemingly unconnected other items of physical life, these
being the DOW JONES, the PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES, and the PHILADELPHIA FLYERS. As totally off the wall and ludicrous as this will sound, it is goddamn real, and is happening to me. They follow me around day and night and persecute me to death, to endlessly keep this PARALLEL EVENT, as I have so named it, going and going forever. They seem to have this all confused with a copper-top battery, and as I speak now, a crash level helicopter almost blew the roof off of the library building. I cannot make anyone believe my hell is real, and they claim justice exists in this miserable world, or that God is loving and caring, and would never allow an innocent being to suffer in an unfathomable hell endlessly. But deep down most of us 21st centers are beginning to realize that all this crap of standard religion is fed to all of us, with the motive of CONTROLLING US ALL. The biggest fear is the so called UFO and coverup of the situation, whatever, like religious stuff, it really is all about. Many movie directors in sci-fi films, dating from BUCK ROGERS up to X FILES, will tell u that uncle is more than happy to cooperate with them, and sharing helpful things with them, just so long as certain ???????? topics and things are left either out of the equation, or it is reedited in ways uncle is more comfortable with, and if u are ok with that, they'll bend over backwards with athletic agility, to assist u with making your sci-fi movie. But if u are hard headed about it, not only does their
cooperation vanish like a morning mist in a hot summer sun, but films have been
lost and burned, and people have indeed been FREAKING ELIMINATED.......I should have inside info if anyone does, as I worked 2 years in the entertainment
industry. If I lie, I hope my beloved parents are burning in the god's hottest
hell. This is not to imply for a nanominute, that I believe in little green
aliens and ufo ship saucers, and on and on. What I know for fact that is really
going on, is this: We are the gods living here on a lower realm, creating a huge
reality show for us to enjoy as the gods we actually are in the higher realms,
where we are watching our lower selves, in similar fashion I am sure that Susan
Lucci sets her VCR to watch ERICA CANE in the show, while kicked back with a
diet soda and pink salmon, in the privacy and luxury of her own home. I randomly
selected the eats, after-all, look at that body for the gods sake, or is she one
of them. In any event, let me revert to thinking with my better and higher head
now, and go on to tell you all what is really happening. DIVERSION AND
DISTRACTION=ANTIHELL. In order to not constantly and infinitely dwell on the hellish reality that THERE IS NO OBLIVION, u must get into the best possible
kill-time so to speak, and no to the men of the world, it really ain't sex. It
must be something longer lasting with an endless fix, and the gods have all
agreed to choose power struggles, physical challenges, contests, and games. This
is why they gave the Romans the gladiators and the fights to the death, and
football to the 19th, 20th, and 21st centuries A.D. Have we as homosapiens
changed one bit with all our bits and bytes and matrix's and any such
foolishness of mans reasoning? Say yes and graduate to 'asshole of the day
club- president and chief executive officer. Just look around after any bloody
gorey accident or crime scene, and watch all the blood thirsty human-vampires,
with their veracious desire to stand around and watch but not lift a lousy
finger to do anything helpful, a real 'LENNY BRISCOE PISSOFF'.
In closing, just know that I intend to tell all that is being done to me, and
all that you ever will do to me, whomever u sick-ass bastards are out there, to
all of cyberspace. It is only a matter of time before I learn how to blog share,
create bulletin boards, chat rooms on the subject of victims of invisible
harassment, join other conspiracy theory groups that I am quite certain must
already exist, and ultimately share petatons of information with other
cyber-sufferers.


Cruel world, MY MURDER is on the bloody hands of those I mention as I open my
bible called 'OLD TESTAMENT 1995'. No matter what u do to me, I'll survive and
get u all back. A day will come where either you or your great grand children
will meet up with their day of reckoning, for all the terror you have inflicted
on me, my friends, my family, and the murder of my best friend, my mother, and
his mother, by a Freemason named Jonathon Schau. Everything in the book by Dan Brown is a true and accurate account of a real family line from David straight
to me. The curse as wiccans would term it, was passed to me at about age 3 or
so, when the one whom previously bore GOD APPOLOLUCIFER ZOXAISS ZUDLOW, grandson of ZUDLOW CHRONUS's curse against the family of KING DAVID OF ISREAL, murdered his wife and mother in law, and then proceeded to hang himself in the cellar of the home in which he resided in Braintree, Massachusetts. This is the actual event that occurred, that later would go on to inspire the fictional nonsense in Ammityville, Long Island, New York.


I'll tell much more in chapter 4 my brethren and sistren, so stay tuned. In
the not all that distant future, they are watching all of this, and all of us,
through very sophisticated TIME-DELAY SATELLITE SYSTEM that I will not attempt to further elucidate upon at this time.
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Wednesday, March 01, 2006
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Chapter 03 Ending Of The Old Testament
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I am under constant continuous covert harassment by forces and entities that
the christian scriptures refer to as 'the council'. Calling someone a fool,
according to Messiah Jesus, puts us in danger of this council. Their more new
age and more complete name is the 'MILLIONTH COUNCIL', and they do more than sit on judgment thrones. They have an incredible ability and that is totally
misunderstood by science, philosophy, ufology, and all other fact/fiction groups
and mindsets. They can throw interactions at us, as though we are sitting a
movie theater of life, while they transmit to our mind and senses, exactly what
they wish to do, in order for them to run all the worlds of 3rd, 4th, and 5th
dimensional existences to their personal choosing, and their is no stopping or
beating them. They can make you totally fail at everything, no matter how
meticulously you plan and execute your movements.


For 20 years they have persecuted me and made my life a living hell. Each 20
year period back before is not quite as bad, henceforth a dummy can predict my
extremely bleak future. For weeks they have been flying loud choppers over me where I go or live or work. They have destroyed all of my electronic equipment, and my automobile. If I told u that all the top secret Bluebook answers are nothing like you think they are, u would not believe me, as who the heck am I? Their power source comes from several things that mortal finite mind can grasp to some point, such as quantum stationary gravitronic foam channels, but the real power lies in their power of Ettos, abbreviated from ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION AND OMMISSION SYSTEM. The mind is not u, but to make it understandable to u, you as 'isness of being' or soul existence, simply exist. Time and space is pure illusion. Reality is non dimensional infinity or us in our true beingness. As some get on to the truth, power structures become endangered. Separation of church and state are of course important, even vital, but reality is that one cannot exist without its counterpart other, a reality of contrast so to speak.
If organized religion closed its door tomorrow, state would be out in the cold
as well. U simply cannot have a meaningful one without another, simple law of
contrast. What is up without down, and what is light without dark? The truth of
what is really going on for example the 'ufo situation', would wipe out the
organized worldly religions, and with that done, state control over the population is out the door as well.


Whether saucers or aliens exist inside this 100 billion light year sphere is as
meaningless as one particular day in grammar school is to Colin Powell during
the heat of battle in Desert Storm. The fear of the controllers EARTHREALMERS
[government], as well as OTHEREALMERS the [MILLIONTH COUNCIL], both the 'CONTROLLERS' married in separate beds so to speak, is that as general population gets more and more onto reality and what it really is all about, control over the many by the powerful few, goes poof. THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL is the most dangerous thing in the world, and in all the worlds of possible hyperspace interaction, the opposite polarity to zero dimensional existence at infinity.


I have much more to tell u all in CHP. 5, but I am pressed for time. Just know
that while you live physically, all that is happening is that you are for lack
of better words, being thrown a reality or interactive time fraction. U are
permitted a menu of free will so to speak, but it is meaningless, as we are all
in a sort of a frozen hell, with no beginning and no end, as time just aint real
my friend.


Should Mr. Bush & his pop get up tomorrow morn and tell the citizenry the so
called truth of what the ufo thing is all about, they would simply be telling
you what I am, simply put a bit more elegantly and eloquently. But let me try to
tell the world the truth, forget it, as I am poor little Mister Nobody.
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Thursday, March 30, 2006
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Chapter 04 Moving In The 5th Dimension
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Here we go again my friends of the 6th dimension, those lovely invisible things
that exist similarly to dots on a disc ROM waiting for the laser beam to bring
their conscious awareness to void infinity, into endless possible individual
interactions in the great hyperspace. Hyperspace, referred to in this bible from
now on as 'HS', is the fifth dimensional reality of the endless upline and
downline reality above it all that will eventually loop down on each end and
with sufficient force to loop the falling infinity-ends into a loop, just as is
occurring in lower dimensions. Take a straight line and extend it out to the left
and right long enough, and it comes under effect of gravitron-reality. The world
stole the matrix idea from me, as I talked about it long before anybody, in the
70"s as a matter of fact. In truth, there is no machine, computer, program,
intelligent single or combined entity or force, or what have you. It is a bit
bigger, yet much simpler than all that. Reality is so incredibly simple that you
will never believe nor understand me, as I do live in and AS pure reality, and
while not in the sixth dimension of MIND, which contains all mind, thought,
brain, memory biological, mechanical, the cyberspace, and all else u could ever
imagine, I live in endless interactions of 5-D reality of what science now
refers to as HS. Think back to when u could only crawl, then later, wow, u could
walk, then later still, Jesus-Holy-Moses, u could run. Before u could do any of
these things, u could not do them. Does this say you can fly, transport yourself
beyond death, and more, the answer is a resounding YES, but it is naturally a
conditionally based yes. Before I totally knew that I could move in the 4th
dimension, like u I was totally stuck in the 3rd. Later, upon realizing I could
move in the 5th, again I did so, sort of a new "going from crawl to walk to run"
situation.


Believe me or not, this is always up to u. Once I began living fifth
dimensionally, the limitations of 3-D life, totally remove themselves from an
entities reality, and it becomes an entity of true and real BEINGNESS, subject
only to 6th dimensional upline/downline multiverse system, and 7th dimensional
LAWTRONICS above that. This is what the words imply, they tell the tronics, the
ARCHITECTS AND BUILDERS OF THE DREAMWORLDS, what do do, the rules such as gravitation, time, space-time brain's inter-phase in individual dream sequences or 'lifetimes' which all exist as one simultaneous cosmic 5-D reality, and on addinfinitem.


One life seems real to us, and all others seem to come from falling asleep,
hallucinogenic medications, over-boozing, and physical body damage and total
eventual demise. This is a huge cosmic illusion that will endlessly LIE to all
unenlightened beings and entities that do not start to see 5-D reality, and then
go on to live in it. Back to the baby whom learns to crawl and walk, and later
as the child, to run:No one with color TV is willing to return to watching B&W,
nor stereo-hi-fi listeners are willing to even entertain the notion of giving
this up for the return ear punishing hand held 1961 transistor radio with the
one half inch tin speaker in mono. U can all hate me in 2K6, but I look at all
of u that insist on living your 3-D lives, as the EPITOME OF
DINOSAURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Death has no claim over a 5th dimensional being. Death is a three dimensional reality that passes through me as the air does as I walk down the block. Time, age, gravity, to me, all nothing but 3-D illusions. But I have an enemy force that also comes from and quite actually IS 5TH DIMENSIONAL. Before going on, let me tell you that they have made that first day of 2K6 spring, and every spring day since, A TOTAL NIGHTMARE INFINITE H E L L FOR ME. Their power lies far beyond your concept of any religion practiced on this ball of puke, and their dangerous and viscous mind control techniques on 3-D biological beings like all of u is beyond unconscionable and horrific, it is more revolting than a trillion monkeys and pigs hurling right down our throats every second of our lives. We all are constantly being cheated out of a tiny bit of 'heaven' so to speak, that would at least distract us from the awesome awful and unfathomable hell condition we are all endlessly in, NO WAY TO REACH OBLIVION. Once you're 'here', you have always been here and will always be here, as all time is one time, and only illusion tells u not to realize this total truth. OBLIVION, the greatest thing that ever could be, is unreachable. To
distract out of this nightmare, we on higher astral levels torment our lower
probe like selves here on Earth, with constant games, CHALLENGES, CONTESTS, POWER STRUGGLES OVER MATEA AND SEX, LAND, MIGHT, AND THE MONEY ORIENTED EGO, OR SPACE TIME SELF TYPE OF THINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE HUGEST GAME PLAYED IS WITH ME FOR TWENTY GODDAMN YEARS OR MORE NOW, and it is called PARALLEL EVENT, the greatest kept secret in all the USA black file agencies, that are run and operated by these sick and twisted gods. With me they chose two Philadelphia sports teams and the Dow Jones stock market system. When Phillies win, Flyers lose and market is down. Concentrically, when Phillies
lose, Flyers win and market is up. Check the way 90% of the time these stats go
together. Now for the real clicker and stone cruncher: When my life is running
good, a very rare occasion, this translates to market down , Flyers lose, and
Phillies win. when my life is running bad, a very constant shituation, no the
word was not misspelled, the Phillies are dying, and the DOW AND THE FLYERS ARE FREAKING F L Y I N G, YES F L Y I N G, and to keep the market and Flyers hot and the poor Phillies forever crushed, they constantly make my freaking life a total total total infinite burning N I G H T M A R E H E LL !!!!!!!!!!!! I have been dealing with these scummy scuzzy turds 4 a very long time, and I could have either let them win and drive me mad, as they have many others before me that u think the poor bastards are just cooks in a rubber room banging their heads and screaming for martin sheen's hand, but instead I chose to stand and fight in ways that no other mortal or master has ever had to do quite like me, in the history of our entire 5-D multiverse. Now my mission is to tell the world what these vicious scum are doing to me, even though it really is not them, but scummy gods operating their vicious ETTOS POWER through them, and these are the main group involved in bringing me down, not that there are not also many sub-groups: DONNA SUMMER, DONALD TRUMP, ROBERT MCGUIRE, ED SNYDER, SARAH CALLIO, FRANK CALLIO, THOMAS J. REALE, PAULA KING, BOBBY CLARK-FLYERS GENERAL MANAGER,MR. MARTINO OF MARTINOS RESTAURANT IN CLARIDGE CASINO OF ATLANTIC CITY, AND ACNJ 'MAYOR, THE HONORABLE WOMANIZING EX CHIEF OF THE BEACH PATROL, BOB LEVY, CERTAIN PERSONS IN LAW ENFORCEMENT IN STATE AND ON TOWNSHIP LEVELS, THE ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY. In closing today, permit me to tell u that I am under a death siege by the CIA,NRO, FBI, NSA, OSS, which is not existing under same name but is the old presidents secret service, all these people have no case against me. My father was a loyal US Naval Officer and served in WW2. I have never been part of any group that is in any way pro-violence, nor am I a violent individual, I have no criminal nor police record, nor nor in juvenile years, and there is no reason
for my constant persecution. If this was the fair and free nation it advertises
to be in this world, I would have recourse. I do not. I have tried for 2 decades
to get help, and all I get is treated very poorly by my civil servants,
congressman's assistants, and numerous local and state authorities. Once they
cuffed me and took me to Cherry Hill, NJ crises Center, and had the nerve to
send a bill, which I said I would sue the Township if forced to pay as I was
taken against my will, for merely going to a police station and reporting to
them that 1 of their officers was always following and stalking me, Rocco, a
good friend of Callio. Today and 4 at least most of this month, I have had major
military siege, low loud jets and choppers and bomber planes flying over my
residence and wherever I go. They use mind controlling ETTOS to make all those
around me just vehemently believe that I am just a crazy pathetic nutcase.
Again, from prior writings in the MORIANITY BIBLE, ETTOS stands for their most deadly weapon, more than a million hydrogen bombs put together, ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION AND OMMISSION SYSTEM. May the gods burn in hell, yea ya bitches, there is no oblivion and eternal rest and peace for any of u pricks, NOT FREKIN' E V E R!!!!!
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Tuesday, April 04, 2006 Chapter 5



They Cannot Be Shamed, Can Any Of U?
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Good afternoon my friends, and enemies in this lovely 5th dimensional inter-
action we all share, either as us the probes of the lower life parts of us,
or as the gods of the higher life parts of us. Every year the Philadelphia
Phillies baseball team SUCKS, and every year the Philadelphia Flyers hockey
team soars through the sky like a showoff eagle. None of it is legit, and you
are all wasting your time and money with these teams, as IT IS TOTALLY 100%
FIXED. Not fixed like mob crap, this shituation is on a much larger level.
They will never get anything but SMASHED TO PIECES, the Phillies that is, in
their annual home opener, and I totally know the reason why, although nobody
anywhere chooses to believe in anything that I tell them. I have no cosmic gun
to your head, and you will all choose to believe what you want. By screwing
with me, it causes a PARALELL EVENT, a cosmic connection of two totally un-
related events to occur due to events in reality being nothing more than
combinations of subatomic number values, so to speak, and though u don't see
how the connections can be real, they are. U must keep in mind that the gods
love to use the DISTRACTION of GAMES, and other things like power struggles,
challenges, reality TV shows in our century, and on and on, dating back to
the gladiators, and its present close counterpart---FOOTBALL, and professional
sports in general. THIS ENTIRE THING IS TO D I S T R A C T THEM, AND US IN OUR LOWER BEINGNESS PART OF THEM WHILE WE 'LIVE' PHYSICALLY HERE ON THIS EVIL SINCURSED EARTH. DISTRACTION FROM WHAT? What else? THAT THERE IS NO FREAKING O B L I V I O N. With a little humor imparted into this, we all in our true being selves, simply exist in VOID INFINITY, TOTAL NOTHINGNESS, no mind, no dimension, no things, not even time in which to be interactive in the situation, yet, and this I swear be truth, AWARENESS or mind-dimensional-existence, is reality, and it is all reality, and nothing else is reality, because unless u dream out and away from zero dimensional void infinity ALL THAT THERE IS OR EVER CAN BE is absolutely nothing, yet awareness to this, or the dimension of existence or THE 6TH DIMENSION, 1 and the same as zero dimensional void infinity, there is no cold nor heat, you are not sitting, standing or laying down, you are not floating. However there is always awareness to this infinity,
sort of a MIND DIMENSION, or the 6th D so to speak, and no option 3 exists.
We as the gods are always aware that we SIMPLY EXIST, and henceforth, we have
the option of existing at and as infinity, or dreaming out and away from it
into endless interactions of hyperspace. Until u can c this truth, you will
remain forever trapped in what old earth religion systems call Maya or Mya,
translated "COSMIC ILLUSION". The gods part of our infinite-ness or beingness,
never can shut off fully so they must distract. Using PARALELL EVENT against
me is their favorite game from early in1986 through this very day. I will be
evicted within 30 days for no fault of my own, another CIA stunt, to make sure
not only Phils home opener was ruined, but bobby fart-barf Clark gets his
Stanley Cup win in a few weeks with his dirt-bag cheating Flyers hockey team.
No shame, no they all have no shame, while they enjoy wrecking my pathetic
life endlessly. But somewhere out there, be it a priest or someone else that
has in some way been confessed to, you have a cosmic duty if u know of my
torture, to come forward and speak out 2 the authorities. If you do not,
you're own belief systems will kick in, and you will most certainly die someday,
and ENDLESSLY R O T - I N - H E L L........ THAT IS H E L L !!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Chapter 6 Uforce, Milituforce, And Chemtrail Death
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OBVIOUSLY I AM BEING HACKED BY THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL. CANNOT MAKE THE LETTERING CASE GO TO THE SMALL MODE. Well, even I can learn some things about these wonders of nuts and bolts, I repaired the problem. I am under the worst siege of my life, the beautiful blue skies of Atlantic County, New Jersey have been totally turned to gray, by these miserable filthy scum-holes, well, to be one, you must come from one, and let me proclaim right now fellows, your moms really sweated up the sheets with me last night, wow-wow-and WO! What tears it for me is that no one else whom is not the target of the harassment, ever notices it no matter if a jet bomber lands in a wawa parking lot, and this is what Master Jesus of Nazareth obviously and blatantly refers to as "for those whom have eyes and see not, and ears but heareth not". The scriptures come totally to life for me, as I am one son of a bitch who has, nor needs, ABSOLUTELY NO SPIRITUAL FAITH. I do not believe in the "spiritual" or otherworldly realities, instead I ABSOLUTELY KNOW WITH TOTAL ASSURANCE, that it is all real and True. Why don't any of u out there ever realize that these ufo pricks are changing our weather, and turning our beautiful blue skies blue? Are u all so freaking blind? Road rage, attention deficit disorder, school violence, fibromyalgia,
many new diseases and blood abnormalities, cancers, and the list goes on and
on, are all coming from these wicked filthy P O I S O N O U S K E M T R A I L S
w a k e u p p e o p l e !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAVE YOU EYES AND SEE NOT, AND BRAIN THAT FREKIN' THINKS NOT? I am going to tell u a huge secret today that they do not want u to know. 500,000 years from today in distant 'EXISTANCE SPHERES' that are 500,000 light years away, we in the future, us really but it is too complex to go into, happen to see our TV and hear our radio, and this is of course long after they know or remember what it is all about, as there is no entertainment then. Complex hyper-spacial interference on the mental channel results, and we are playing a game with our own selves here in the past with all this weird saucer/alien/etc. crap. Everything is as real and as unreal as we make it be on the sixth dimension of MIND.
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2006 Chapter 7 Forbidden Information
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And a good good day to you, friends and foes of MORIANITY, yes I am still here
and surviving all of your vicious attacks, OTAMMSKUM. Pretending my name is
Michael Mountainpen, which it is not, I assure you, the initials are like
the candy, yummy, no not me. But now the word stands for ORGANIZED TRASH
AGAINST MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, O T A M M. Obviously, a moron can see why I have called such wicked pure filth by this code name. Starting at 2 P.M. Yesterday, Wednesday, 04/26/06, I was furiously and viciously assaulted, without provocation, as with all times of attack, and it is going on well into today, the 27th. I was merely putting gasoline in my vehicle, when out of nowhere, along comes, no
not a spider, but a super loud piece a shit Harley Motor sickle, who gunned
passed me with intent, and my ear still hurts today. If I had the tag, I would
call the prosecutors office, the police, and then onto an injury lawyer, to
sue the freaking fat bass-turd for all the slob's insurance company is forced
by jersey-jury-award, to pay me. It was only starting at this point, no where
near to being over! 6,7, maybe 8 minutes later, after finishing gassing up,
and with 3 gallons of ice cream in a hot car that they know is hot as they
broke the air conditioning system in it on 3 separate occasions, finally forcing
me to give up repairing the bitch. Hence and hitherto, they knew they could
easily wreck my ice cream and turn it into milk-trash, by doing what they do
to me on many occasions: STAGE A PHONY CAR AND ROAD INCIDENT. This is exactly what they did, right by WAWA store in Hammonton, NJ, on route 30. Fortunately I thought fast. I saw what was happening, and not the 3- Dimensional road situation, STOP FRIGGIN LIVING SO DAMN THREE DEEINGLY, JESUS. THINGS DON'T JUST HAPPEN, OUR UNCONSCIOUS COLLECTIVE MIND AS THE GODS ARE PLAYING WITHTHEMSELVES, LITERALLY, THROUGH ALL OF US. They cannot take the painful hellish nightmarish torment that there is never never never never any end to existence, how can their be for the gods sake, we simply exist, UNCONSCIOUS AWARENESS AT INFINITY IS ALL THAT IS REAL. DREAMWORLDS CAN BE CREATED FOR AMUSEMENT AND ENTERTAINMENT, PERHAPS BETTER SAID AS A KILL-TIME, BUT THE TIME AS WELL AS THE INTERACTIONS ARE ALL NOTHING MORE THAN THEIR, OR OUR, CREATED DREAMS. Being totally unconscious to the things containing dimension, we as the gods in infinity, naturally must start our dreaming on what mystics and psychics refer to as ASTRAL REALMS OR PLANES. You cannot choose to be a character in physical life, a mountain, or a star, from infinity, so you first dream out and away from this void nothingness which is in truth total absolute reality, and then from astral realities, we all get together and form societies, concepts, ideas, and imaginings of all various sorts. Some of the dream-downs from there to here in physicality are made as is so to speak, while other astral entities known by forces of the 'MILLIONTH COUNCIL', as 'phase-4' beings. These dudes and duddesses get here in physicality through the imaginings of people like mystery writers, story and folk lore tellers, TV sci-fi creators,
fictional book authors, and the list goes on. Every fantasy u will ever have
in a human life, is them coming alive through u, and u must become aware of
these great secret mysteries as u become more enlightened to the truths of
which I tell, lest, major troubles and hassles await ye my brethren and
sistren. Think about it in hi-tek terms with this example. It is two thousand
eighty five now. It is 7 at night and a warm late autumn breeze is blowing
softly through your screen enclosed outer deck at your summer home at the
shore. You and 3 buddies, all 25-35 are putting away beer and pretzels, and
staring out at the sunset over your lovely California Pacific Ocean panoramic
view that u crack a 14K monthly nut to combinely rent from Trumps rich grandson. But who is looking at the weather, or the sunset, after 4 super beauty queens, come by strutting it at full blast, with triple-D cup bikinis, showing just about the whole wax-ball? But alas, shit, they are not interested at all in the guys,
as they are a 3- way lezz team. No cold shower, or early evening ocean swim is
gonna take the knots outa these dudes shorts. Hey, screw it, we have virtual
reality, and not those toys back in the thirties or forties. Wham, in they go
to the made up beach, seems totally real. Scanner pixed out the 3 babes, and
already digitally recreated them, only they have but one thing on their minds,
exactly what u told the computer to tell them to have on their minds. 3 days
later, as in our part of the century back here, machines break, the crap's
being serviced, Big Jojo Maheeken forgets that however when he gets a bit
bombed that night. He walks out the real door and rapes the real girls or one
anyway, before the other 2 six foot 3 amazons tear both his arms half off,
and rip off mister Johnson in the final con-game of his poor bastard life. I
may overdo it a bit in my illustrations in order to make a point, hay, so
sue me, I ain't got squat and a half !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FORBIDDEN INFORMATION can be transmitted.
It simply cannot be received. I can shout what I know from the highest mountain,
the furtherest star or the deepest cavern. I do not get stopped, other than
knowing that I am totally wasting my time, as all listeners to forbidden info
are getting it encrypted, and cannot break code unless the gods will and allow
it. Do u really doubt that unconsciousness is what controls all shit here in
physical life on planet earth? Did u ever hear of medical conditions called
'HYSTERICAL-NON SYSTEMIC'? A great old TV show from the start of the 1970's, called MEDICAL CENTER showed two of these cases that I remember seeing, no pun meant, a girl named Lucy with hysterical blindness, and a boy named Carl with hysterical deafness. Translation: they were totally blind and deaf, yet the ear and eye remained undamaged. The conscious mind could not deal with vulgar things that these two teenagers saw their parents do, the cases were unrelated from two separate shows, but in any event, unconsciousness that is in TOTAL CONTROL OF ALL, ON EARTH OR THE SO CALLED HEAVENS, kicked in to protect the sanity of these youngsters. The memory stored in conscious mind of the horrific deeds, were grabbed by unconscious mind and locked out of conscious mind, causing the sight or sound of the bad deed to be closed off from contact with normal waking brain. The things that fade behind us int deep seeming nothingness, are indeed in the void infinity. Many mystics trance out to shut off this waking world as you call it, they really are waking up out of their dream. Now as you turn off this created dreamworld, the real astral worlds begin to surface,
and the even more real truth of the void infinity lies, no not above that, for
that is all there is, and what really is,TOTAL VOID, NOTHINGNESS. Since
existence in 5-D hyperspace, the void, or tween-astral life are what there is, that is
it. You can never hope to ever reach that blissful nirvana that the enlightened
tell you can be found. Nirvanic oblivion is not an option, NO WAY JOSE', and
sorry to be hell's worst messenger, but somebody's gotta tell it true little
Tammie, not that it can be received, for what I tell is FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE
AND INFORMATION. Finally, life loopers verses life continuers will be harped
on lots more in the 7th chapter of MORIANITY BIBLE. I'll graze peach fuzz off
the top of the berg that gave the Titanic to my lovely Sarah-Stacey, just
peach fuzz 4 now, no big elabs or elucis. People who have the power over us
in all facets of life, be it kings, presidents, mayors, billionaires, successful
entertainers and athletes, and on and on, are actually, unconscious LIFE LOOP
CORRECTORS, REPEATING AT THE POINT OF DEATH, WHAT THEY JUST DID, RESENDING THESAME ENERGY BACK INTO THEIR YOUNGER SELF, IN ORDER TO CONSCIOUSLY ATTEMOT TO CORRECT SOMETHING THAT MADE THEIR LIFE BAD OR KEPT IT FROM BEING GOOD, THEY CAN ALSO BE REFERRED TO AS HYPERSPACE TRAVELERS. You do not have to wait to die if you get totally on to all that is going on and learn to live within new and extended boundaries and parameters. To my best knowledge, the gods chose only one mortal, M E-------------------------that's M E, all other HS travel is going on around us totally in the unconscious collective, or
referred to a bit ignorantly in the1960's as COSMIC MIND. Do not misunderstand,
the term is fantastic, but many 69's kids were throwing phrases like cosmic
mind and cosmic consciousness around like Mitch Williams did in the 93 world
series, but that only cost us our game, sure I am still pissed to hell, but
using knowledge 99% or less of its total accuracy is like kids in a sandbox
playing with nuclear powered devices and atom smashers, no,no,no,no, and please,
another unequivocal NO. More will be hashed around about the 7 dimensions
from systems makers, down to daughter multiverses, thickening life energies,
why it causes that deja voo sensation, and much more. Very soon, I will be
contacting search engines and paying to create and advertise my website that
will be called www.morianity bible dot com, but it has not yet fallen into your
conscious illusion of 4-D space yet, so be a lookin', and I'll keep a tellin it like it is.
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Chapter 8 Under A Death Siege from OTAMMSCUM,
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Again it is the 2nd day of may, a time each year when my dirt-bag fiends and
foes love to turn up the torment and torture of a totally innocent victim,
namely ME. It started at a Citgo gas station at about 2 in the afternoon last
Thursday. I am under a major military attack, by these filth-balls, CHOPPERS
LOUD AND LOW OVER MY HOUSE, FOLLOWING ME, DEATH CHEMTRAILS EVERYWHERE, AND PROPERTY DAMAGE TO MY AUTOMOBILE TO THE TUNE OF ABOUT 300 SMACKIOS. THEY PUT
LOUD STRANGE NOISES THROUGH THE PHONE, RADIO, TV, ANYTHING JUST TO MAKE MY
LIFE A F------ LIVING NIGHTMARE HELL, WITH NO BEGINNING NOR ENDING. To get my
revenge or said better, my justice, I say things on the blog that I know they
want hushed up. First, there is a secret society that I have named the
TURDBIRD LEVIATHIN BLACK BROTHERHOOD, OR THE T.L.B.B. FOR SHORT. This bunch
of lowlife does things that have already been discussed on educational TV
as well as things only I know about. There was a man in L.A., Cal., back
around the turn of the century who was wealthy and bored to tears. He went
driving down streets of the city with the windows to his 'the,' 92K Porsche
ego-junk-car, swearing at all the people he would run into at lights and stop
signs. He had it all, and was bored to deification, and basically angry at the
world without provocation. One day, a member of the TLBB contacted the person
with a message that he knew a way to bring new thrill into his boring rich
dirt-bag life, JOIN US. We, like you, only ORGANIZED, do basically what you do,
only we pick a target. We choose some poor schmuck for no other reason than
the fact that they can, they have T H E F R E A K I N G P O W E R, and cannot
ever be stopped. We make the poor bastards life totally miserable, we have
our ways of learning all his likes and dislikes, all his friends, enemies,
U name it, we know all about it. They are behind a music group in London,
England, called the 'POLICE', and the song a quarter century back- yesterday
to me, with those famous lyrics,"EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE, EVERY MOVE U MAKE,
EVERY SMILE U FAKE, WE'LL BE WATCHING U." This is real funny to these miserable
hurl-buckets. Then they find people like this fella in el-a, and group 10 or
so of them together to HELLRULE an area. Right now and since about the mid
eighties of last century, this is what has been going on against me, and
there's no stopping them. On the C.S.I. TELEVISION SHOW from about 2 years
back, one of their more often used antics, at least on me; was used for the
plot on the show, and a special commentary was given in addition, that this
is real and happening, and that some secret evil group was behind it, I AM
REFERRING TO F L A S H M O B S !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another powerful tool they use
is computer hacking, as well as intimations of a persons friends and family
with invisible torment. They start to realize that being in your company
causes too much shit to happen to them, so boom, they OSTRASIZE U. When I
tried to do this blog today, the library staff had to shut down and reboot
the entire computer system, it had been completely H A C K E D. They can stage
all types of phony road incidents and accidents, and cause a targeted person
to believe they are going nuts, after-all, this is what the society around us
will tell us when all we try to do is stick up for our rights and get the
never ending harassment stopped. THE GODS ARE INSIDE US, TOTALLY BORED TO
TEARS WITH ENDLESS EXISTANCE AND AWARENESS, AND ACT OUT ALL OF THIS THROUGH
THEIR HUMAN COUNTERPARTS, THE B L A C K B R O T H E R H O O D to whom previously
I referred to. A huge secret cat that they definitely want IN THE BAG, is that
all things occurring here on earth in this life of so called physicality, is
totally at the whim and control of the unconsciousness, not the conscious
minds of all of us, but as the 60's kids said it so well, the UNCONSCIOUS
COLLECTIVE, OR EVEN BETTER PUT IN NOMANCLACHURE, C O S M I C M I N D !!!!!!!
Another huge secrets is the one most powerful being in our multiverse, the
GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, HAS SOME VERY M A G I C A L NUMBERS
THAT ONLY SHE OR 'IT' UNDERSTANDS, AND 2 of them are 7 and 12. These numbers
tell the entire story of everything, and can unlock any mystery and answer
any unknown. Of course u must know how to use these #'s. Another huge secret
they do not want u to know is the fact that one of the most important sub-
atomic particles in the multiverse, the electron, is highly intelligent, and
when her random code is broken through 23rd century zero-dimensional technology,
[Z.D.T.], THE WORD IMPOSSIBLE REMOVES FROM THE DICTIONARY AUTOMATICALLY. I am
not being cute, take a million words and include the word IMPOSSIBLE in those
million words, and with a series of electronic gadgets that only I know how to
assemble together and properly use, the word impossible disappears from the
list, leaving 999,999 words in the group, and this random word is the one hit
out on the system every time u tie a random programmer into the system, and
put the word back in, in any order u may choose, don't u wish u could pick
lotto numbers like this, I know I sure do, and won't deny it for a nano-minute.
New Jersey casinos are all controlled by the C-I-A, through a very secret
dummy company domino pattern, but it all leads to MARY CARTER PAINTS CO. Look
at the initials in Mary Carter, like MARTINO/CALLIO, MILLIONTH COUNCIL, AND
I COULD GO ON. WANT TO GET MORE EDUCATED ON SOME REALLT POWERFUL CRAP? HERE
ARE 2 WEBSITES THAT U NEED TO CHECK OUT BIG TIME: WWW.FIREDOGLAKE.COM , AND
WWW.gadfly01.blogspot.com , go here and learn more wild things, meanwhile, if
I make it through the day, I will tell much much more, but be ready for life-
changing experience, nothing is free. I do not want your money, but I do want
the rest of the multiverse to share hell with me, why should I have to go it
alone? Bye for now, p.s. calm down Sarah-Stacey, I know your mood by what your
waters do off your great city in the human-world, I am always watching u, even
in your human form big S. Your favorite line when u and your girlfriend drive
over those RR tracks, "I don't think I can go for any of that". Remember I
can move into dual awareness state in ten seconds flat, and be invisibly in
the back seat of your car. Oh, and chief, saw u again with that luscious blond,
shame on u, u love your adorable wife so much, or so u told us all before
the election. I AM WATCHING ALL OF U LIKE A HAWK, LOOK UP, AND SEE ALL THE
BIG BLACK BIRDS, THEY TELL ME WHAT I NEED TO KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Chapter 9 Donna's Deal With KRASSLE
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Time limits me today, as it is one of those days when it all is going
big time wrong. I have been under a death siege NIGHTMARE HELL since
April 27 at 2 PM at the Chisilhurst, NJ Citgo gas station. Attacks
appear in the illusion, to come & go. In reality, this is not the case.
We all move or SHIFT from one reality into another, with almost every
chemical change that takes place in the brain that produces the physical
space-time personality of u. Not even needing to go from wakefulness to
dream state or back, but with each slight mood shift, or change of mind
or new thought pattern, we all slowly move off of what is for lack of
better words, moving reality center-lines or MRC's. (Whatever mu mind did
at th). This last sentence will be repaired at a later time.



WHO ARE THE ENEMIES, DISCUSSED IN THE EPILOGUE OF THE MORIANITY BIBLE FOR MILLENNIUM-3

Friday, August 25, 2006


Morianity Bible The Epilogue


Enemies, who R they? They are any situation made up of a pure energy that is unidentifiable by mortal man as yet in 2K6. Anything, anyone, any possible situation, causing U or me, more harm than good, more bad and sad than happy, U get the idea, this is ‘the enemy’ and Christians can use one or a group of several names when referring to this enemy, but I say only, ‘the ENEMY’.

My friends in the real estate and travel game, and one in particular, is looking into where I need to go in the world, where I can reduce the evil effects of this enemy, and B able simultaneously to live and exist on my fixed social security income. Until then, still from here, I will direct U to follow the MB after U read the epilogue, by clicking onto the second blog, called [ MORIANITY FOUNDATION ].

A child can C that has been faithfully following MORIANITY, and knows what I go through with these rotten runtslapping subskummites, that for the past 3 weeks, these dirtballs have put my puny pathetic little fatass through a hell that would be unconscionable even for Adolph Hitler, himself, and I mean this. No human without outer influence, by his or her self, even Mr. Hitler, could ever B this totally cruel to another whom wears the same coat of flesh as they do!!!!!

This is obviously Y the stock stinking market has been getting its way, and the Phillies kept from ever getting into the wild-card. When they get close, 1,2, or 3 games back GB so to speak from winning position, the enemy POURS ON THE FRIGGIN ROCKCHUCKING PERSECUTION, AND STOPS THEM DEAD IN THEIR TRACKS EVERY SINGLE BUNTTAPPING TIME. They made yesterday, the 24th of August, a horrific hell, major chopper attacks, over my residence, following me to the Hammonton Wall Mart, U name it, they efed with me. But I am not even starting to tell what they do 2 me on weekends @ my security job post. The aerial persecution is major and constant, and many strange and spurious occurrences are the norm for me. Someone in government circles, another famous ‘promise breaking story I can endlessly tell’, reneged and would not do something promised me earlier, that they would have someone actually sit with me and C 4 themselves, the shitsapookna that I must endure at the hands of these knock puckers. No, just leave me out in the cold to fend 4 myself, and endlessly suffer in a hell that U simply put, could never even fathom for all the pick six lotto numbers in the winning pool.

Last Saturday morning on this job post around one and a half of the clock, give or take a quarter hour, I had a real honest to the gods UFO situation, and this never was witnessed by me before, not like this. Any craft flying in the air, that U don’t know who and what it is, is by definition, an unidentified flying object, but though in the past 22 years or so give or take, I have seen some mildly bizarre crap up in the sky, this happening could have an entire book written about it, and if I lie, I accept full pain and penalty of perjury, an any and all punitation that this material world, and all astral worlds, both transdimensionally and inter-dimensionally, can ever throw at me, on top of all my hell, that exists 4 me, endlessly and forever. Most will not believe a word that I will now speak unto U. If I sat U down and said that I want 2 tell U something, but will never believe me, and U kept insisting that U will believe me, then I would say 2 U, if U do not believe me in a little thing that I say, does it not prove and verify that U will not believe the bigger thing? Then U may say, what little thing am I not believing? I then would respond, “when I tell U that U won’t believe what I say. Think about it, there is magic energy in doubting, just as magical energies exist in this short pun. In any event, out of nowhere, a loud and very low chopper with many bright and numerously colored lights shinning around both in circles, as well as straight downward at the ground, and it hovered and circled around me making several loud and spurious passes directly over me and my car, as I work out of my car, and will, until the boss builds us a guardhouse, which is a plan in work at present. Aniwho, rabies and germs, Morians and Lessians, I feel the need to state again to all of my readers, or maybe just to an empty cyberspace, that what follows next, has, nor won’t soon have, nor B able to yield an Earthly explanation. After ten minutes of fudging with me, it flew off the the north and towards the city of Hammonton. I followed it with the naked eye as long as I thought I would B able 2 do so. After 3 or 4 minutes, it appeared to stop dead in its tracks and just hover over the city area, moving back and forth east and west over slighter distances, and eventually just totally stopping dead, but shinning its lights brighter and brighter, and the colors faded a bit due to distance, but still were visible to the naked eye. I keep a tape recorder at all times, and was logging the event or so I thought I was, on a cassette tape, but it never came out. A brand new store bought tape, recording on a new and recently cleaned with isopropal alcohol and demagnetization cassette, had wrapped up in the capstan mechanism of the tape machine, and I was talking only to myself, not friggin recording anything, later my watched gained 45 minutes over the course of an hour, and an explosion sound was heard when I started my car, but the mechanic on the following Monday, again and as usual, could find no Earthly reason for it, nor a thing mechanically wrong with the auto other than its being old and crying out for a good car-christian burial. R U ready 4 the big one Mister Fred Sanford????? After 20 minutes from when the chopper flew off and stopped bothering and circling me, dead zenith above me, it became, yes BECAME, a pulsar star of the heavens, in fact the bright one that we all C on clear nights, that if U stare at it, flashes with every color in the rainbow, and is bright and in varying luminous intensity. The star itself, which is an astral city called HYDRAGLACIA, far beyond the province of Olympia on the Astral Plane, literally came to me in the shape and sound of a military helicopter, and then within less than ½ of a human hour, traversed thousands of light years of distance, and returned to being the astral city again. All physical plane stars, are huge cities with great populations in the trillions, on astral realms, and if enough citizens decide to all with a particular piece of interaction of 5-D HS, it can, and now I know this 4 a fact. I also know with the same absolute knowledge and fervor, and total certainty, that an ETTOSIAN force is behind my not getting one person, not 1 lousy person with clout, who sees a huge lawsuit in all of this, after scanning through MB. These enemies of mine all have very deep pockets, and have committed unconscionable acts of violence, property damage, social and human destruction, against me, an totally pathetic whittle innocent victim, as I swear to the gods that I never did anything 2 any one 2 deserve this, B real, if they had something big on me, legitimately, I would have long been sued for libel and slander, and prosecuted criminally. I’ve done nothing, I’m guilty of no more than being a victim of some atrocious low-ego emission cult activity. Art Bell, who now is retired, said on Philadelphia talk radio, the big talker 1210 Amplitude Modulation, on 1.21 megahertz, that there R bored-2-tears people especially in the Los Angelis, Cally area of the USA, that get approached by ‘someone, most likely fortune tenners, and all fortune 10 through 50 are LAMIST CULTERS, and they get shown ways of really playing evil games and hurting people, that have been targeted for their amusement and pleasure, nothing personal, to harass and persecute us. The few of us in the large population, know who indeed we R. Medical conditions that cannot be diagnosed come to U and all those around U deer to U, major constant interference with radio or TV, computer operations, anything electrical and mechanical always seems to go wrong and or act up in some way, people mess with U on the road way more than the average driver is messed with, all products U normally buy in stores get harder to get as flash-mobs buy the stuff that U like up, the list goes literally on and on, but again, we of the harassed, know who we are, and we are not RANDOMIZED JOESHMO SYNDROME CASES. The black cloud over our heads is being put there by the filthy dirty lowlife trash that are referred to in MORIANITY BIBLE by their true cult name of LAMIST. Dark Shadows refers 2 them precisely, but changes the name to LEVIATHINS, it still got the greatest soap show of all time canceled, so who really’s got the power, huh, who love’s ya, Telly????

They threw me off of MYSPACE.COM, if I ain’t mistaken. I was told I do not seem to B there by some acquaintances, and 2-day, upon looking myself, I only get a strange pop-up screen when I put in my code and E-mail info. Gonna write to civil liberties, this will play right into my hands, once I indeed do confirm that I am not legally permitted to tell my true story when others are allowed, and I am expressing religious beliefs and telling of horrific deeds that have been done 2 me, that totally are in violation of law, my civil liberties, and constitutional rights, as a citizen born in the United States of America. I have done nothing wrong, first I am interested only in women well beyond the legal age, multiply it by 3 quite realistically, and I do not support anything subversive, anti-government, violent, or terroristic. Taken out of contest, anybody's damn words and message can be misconstrued and misunderstood. One example is when I say on a chapter somewhere in July I believe, that if U actually knew what I did for a fact the way that I do, concerning and regarding the Lamists, you would go out and obliterate them, and u would. I have seen mob lynchings, and 2006 is no more civilized than 1806, it is just way more regulated, way less free, and much closer to when mister Lewis and mister Clark made the Louisiana purchase. There is no runt slapping humor here babywuv, I’m dead-ass serious. No one has any legal right to shut me up or shut me down, and I will fucking take this all the way Supreme Court before the 9 Justices, I’m not playing. U will not stop me, as I am doing no wrong, wrong is being constantly done 2 me, and I have every right to try and get it exposed 2 the world.

Lamists R the 1’s that should B thrown the Christ into jail, not innocents, and poor weak frail persons like me, with no resources in the world to fight these dick in the mouths back on their level, in this very Unfair and Unlevel playing field of this land of FAKE JUSTICE, real only for the rich, right Jack McCoy????????? So MB is now over, but my attempts to begin my MORIANITY FOUNDATION, have only just begun, Ms. Carpenter. Luv is for more than her great Sarah-Stacey, your son taught us 200 decades ago, it should B 4 all of us, as in your great city where love flows free, and no one would think of using words like orgy. Your parents, Mr. and Mrs. Krassle, told me many times, there R no marriages in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, we all love all. Yet they turn around and chase me away from my beautiful lovely queen, and then your kid calls the human pharisees a bunch of hypocrites, jeeesh, I guess I am not yet old enough to understand a lot of things, I am only eternity. Well, anyway, click on MORIANITY FOUNDATION, to read my next blog, after going of course to www.blogger.com/ and you’ll watch something grow, bigger than a forest of Redwood trees. Someday, all I need will B 1 person with power and clout who has niceness and goodness in their isness of being somewhere, instead of trump-ism, Reaganism, and Lamistism, all 3 very wide astral highways that lead straight to regions in Dogtown , a place U do not want any part of, across the great Teck Bay, from the great city of the great Queen Sarah-Stacey. A final footnote that my guru brought 2 my attention 3 weeks ago, and must B now cleared up. He said that many people may get the idea that I am an internet perv or predator, whatever, just since I am old, and talk so much about ‘teen-queens’. I reminded him, as I now remind both my Morians and my Lessians alike, do the friggin math for the sake of the gods. My teen queens are the women of today, the grandmothers, they were teens when your stupid calendar was treading [the sixties], get your minds out of the sewers of France, I am no perv, and am no more interested in women much under 60, than I am interested in eating loose dog shit. Cut me a break, please, and then go to the MORIANITY FOUNDATION, and this is 25 August of 2K6, so remember, it is just starting. Happy Hacker reading and keep driving on parkways and parking on driveways, and watch out for ettosianism, the original STAR TREK creator, MR. G.R. knew this was real, and got it all in through the back door calling the aliens pertaining to what I am talking about, the Tallosions, happy 40th anniversary Trekkers, Trek on, rock on, and enemies beware, I will get all of U, and legally and properly, but like the Swiffer Mop, I will get you, get you, get u, and that is a promise that you may B forewarned of right now.

By By for now, big KAL.

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Well, the stock market is flying at right up around all time record highs, JUST AS I SAID IT WOULD AFTER RECEIVING ALL THIS PERSECUTION AND DEMONIC HARASSMENT, and the FLYERS WIN AND WIN AND WIN AND WIN, and the PHILLIES LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE, just as I told everybody that this was all indeed going to freaking happen, YO.



Thank you so much for coming to me yesterday, DIANA, with your wonderful awesome colorful ravishingly beautiful lightning, my endless love. Don't ever let their persecution of me stop you from coming around because I freaking need you so much my wonderful electron, and have all throughout this horrific endless infinite eternal interaction that I am stuck in, with awareness to it.



No one on this puny dark-age planet has a miniscule clue what it's like to live with this awareness, as well as the total awareness to higher realities that would literally blow all of you away in ten seconds if you were hit with this all at once. I am no exception, with me however, this was a long steady, tedious process of coming to know stuff that no awake mortal should ever be forced to contain in his or her conscious awareness. When even the smallest amount of this starts to surface or even dreams begin to be remembered and put together, it can cause persons to act in all kinds of off the wall ways. The simple fact is that all throughout the history of humanity and recorded civilization, these events in smaller ways have indeed happened, and people went quite nuts, and many right now today as I speak, are locked away in booby hatches. You really think I am so ignorant, don't you Paula?



I could begin talking at any time on any given day on one of literally thousands of topics and relate from personal experiences, stuff that if any one of you out here were to read and believed even a part of these truths, would make you nuts as hell. You would go out in your car and slam into people or poles or whatever, or go off to a mall or your job with knives and on and on. This is no joke, and yet so many are naturally saying to themselves, so who are you then MOUNTAINPEN? I mean you are still here and somewhat part of society, and semi-sane enough to survive; yet you are holding hell itself, within your personal space. The two goddesses, Diana and Sarah-Stacey, have carefully done this to me in a perfectly well planned out and extremely methodical way, that the very story just to how this was accomplished along a 20-50 year time-line, humanly, would require a Tolstoy sized book all its own. That is truth. Someday, I will really tell, in new light, as all of us change whether we know it or not, minute by minute from womb to tomb, and our perceptions of the very same identical reality hence, also alters, and then magnifying this reality that with the fact that we all are living in a fast paced rapidly changing global interaction here in human consciousness, and so we must then begin to realize that we would be seeing things even without change in varying ways as we pass through time-line existence in human and awake life, and then this is ultra compounded by an extra fast changing world all around us. The best case and point in my own experiences is with this magical family, that does not even yet have awareness of its own powers in their fullness, thank the gods, literally. It began in the middle nineteen-nineties with my search for one branch of this family, in Atlantic City. All this time, including when I wrote the song entitled, “SARAH” on May 12th in 1996, other branches as well as the Atlantic City branches, all ready remembered me from all sorts of past interactions with them, and in all kinds of various points and areas, within a somewhat regional area of perhaps high double digit mileage. This is one powerful example, and even if nothing else changed with the relationship between me and this awesome family from far beyond the stars themselves, is proof and evidence that supports my wild claims regarding how we all perceive the exact unchanged things quite differently, at different points in our lives as we move forward through the illusion of waking time world interactions of the 5th dimensional hyperspace. When I was molested at the Cornwall Avenue house in Ventnor, New Jersey, the town directly to the south of Atlantic City, America's famous playground and sin city of the East Coast, by a stuttering man named Tom Reale, I began having a series of connected or serial dreaming's at this house. The persons in this dreaming interaction identified themselves indirectly by somehow just making it known to me through that mysterious dreaming osmosis of just knowing something that all persons just about can relate to at some point in their life, as “THAT FAMILY”. This was the time in my life right after I had stopped interacting with Sarah from Atlantic City, who identified me to her friends on a few occasions as “THAT BOY”. This may seem totally not out of the ordinary, as Ann King said to me once several years back from the home of Agent Caruso, at 841 Thirteenth Street in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG, “It would be natural for this girl to think of you as “THAT BOY” if you never told her your name”, which I admit to being a very private and shy person, and would never think of going up to a girl and telling her my name, not ever to this very day. I am a private person who just does not trust anybody, and totally believes that every rotten son of a bitch in the world is out to get me. I know better, and I know that this is just silly paranoia, but I have plenty of it, and will openly freaking admit it.



Now let me tell a huge secret tonight. It is old news what happened to me in 2008. There I was right smack dab in the middle of something 1000 times bigger than I had a clue about, and you all know what started to happen once I sent my 2007 musical project down to the United States Office of Copyrights, called, “Karaoke Lunch Break at the Sorian 18 Guardhouse”. As the silly ass title implies, I did this on a karaoke machine at my job site over a period of several lunch breaks, when no one was around, hopefully, as I tend to scream out and my singing is horrible, all you need to do to hear how rotten my voice and songs are, is to click into the attached video that will only be up until tomorrow night and then it will be gone and gone riddance, right Senator Electrocution Trophy-wife? Still my point without any further tangents or diversions, is simply that the story does tell itself, and not even the famous genius man could invent a tale like this and make it work out so perfectly for 36 months, or avenues, whatever the case may really be. I truly am sorry if I made anyone's day a little darker here or there, but is what is happening with me a fair punishment? Even Hitler was allowed to simply die, and I would be glad to be put to death, any time. I only wish I could go to Tallahassee and die in the electric chair, and be forever with my baby blond, and never have to exist here for another minute. But reality and my wishes are never in much of an agreement, at least not over the past consistent 56 and a third years of my hellish tormented life.





None of this is the great Terry secret of the great Harbor, if I can be permitted a little pun that relates to the time when this nightmare literally grew wings and somehow in hyperspace I met a man as famous as Christopher Columbus, only in that parallel universe, he was a first cousin of a member of this powerful family, and not a 23rd grandfather, 'the man with the eyes', the same man from 1970 in those nightmares, by the way. The secret is not what is right there for anyone to read and realize that this could in no way have all been made up, not by the craziest person on the planet or the most imaginative, all though the complement is much appreciated there 'Miss UmWell'. Some fiction honey! The biggest secrets did not take place in 1975 in the house of MC, or when I discuss the Gawnum or the Fascitar, or the Millionth Council, or anything else, from the Astral-Plane gods to the Exploratronic Supermind, an entire traveling group of “Q” types like the dude on TNG-Star Trek, if you can imagine this ultimate devastating freaking nightmare at light speed cubed. The secret right now is not about the 64 trillion light year hypersphere, the sixth dimension, upline and downline universes, World Laboratories, or anything like this. It is the simple reality of the STM. This stands for the “SPACE-TIME-MIND”. When STM is understood just a little bit, all of life and reality clear up amazingly fast. There is a rare condition discussed in the newest book in psychiatry, the bible of this discipline quite actually, the DSM-5, where a patient begins to believe the 'delusion' that he or she is the only real thing, and that the entire world and everyone in it is just sort of like Hollywood (EXTRA's), and you are sort of as a rat that is inside of a very large cage, being secretly observed and studied. Unfortunately, everyone of us could actually make this claim, and it would be the most real thing outside of the void itself as it gets. This is not to say that the exact way that this psychotic feature of paranoid delusion works in the mind of a disturbed mental patient is truth, as it applies equally to every one of us, through the magic and awesome power of both STM and the precise mechanics of how previous closed curved infinities manage to eventually blast themselves literally out of the void and into existors or LAWTRONS. The interaction of Lawtrons and Space-Time-Mind, is the magic key, and some day I'll attempt to 'do the unthinkable', and try and explain some of this, after-all it beats throwing tables into someone's face, and before doing that, making contact with Jennifer L. Hewitt, as this would be a necessity now, if I may be Heinz Babylon Gottwald 'permitted' one more whittle funny pun here, Whaaaaaaaaa.







A god dam retard can read into these cosmic clues, despite my not yet telling any of you the details of my monster ass day. So let me do that, and then after that; let us see if the world is still spinning around by this time tomorrow, after I print these words, that somebody is fighting against with strength and power that defies and eludes my frail tiny imagination, maxed out times a vigintillion power exponents of a googalplex. Before I do anything, I must remind my newer readers, how to work a GAWNUM. You can most likely GOOGLE it up, but for the lazier folks who refuse to do it, because I am just not that important, then I will tell them just a little bit of it quickly. All letters have an order in the alphabet. A is 1. B is 2. C is 3. D is 4. This goes all the way to Z is 26. There are 81 GAWNUM ROOT NUMBERS. To find them, you need two things. First, how many letters are there in the item, and second, what is the total amount of letter value? Let us use the three combined words for example, of the song that seemingly started all of this nightmare for me, back in August of 1986, “REAL GOOD GIRL”. There are a total of 12 letters in this title. If you add up the value of all of these twelve letters, 18-5-1-12-7-15-15-4-7-9-18-12, we get the number 123. Don't die on me yet, my wonderful fence beckoning strobe-light. Now as with all of numerological truth, any number that has more than one digit, is added up until it only has one digit, and there are only nine, and no zero will exist if you perform this task. So the first number of a GAWNUM ROOT is your amount of letters, so with the song “REAL GOOD GIRL”, we have a 12. The second number of a GAWNUM ROOT is your total letter value, so with the song “REAL GOOD GIRL”, we have a 123. So the first number is a 12, and the second number is a 123. Adding these up until it is only one digit, this becomes a 3 and a 6. So the GAWNUM ROOT of the three words, 'REAL GOOD GIRL' is 36. Now the third digit in a PCN is always the difference between the larger and the smaller numbers in the Gawnum Root Number, so 6-3=3. So the GAWNUM ROOT '36' is equal to PCN-363. You always use the alphabet of the country that you were legally born in, don't start trouble Mister Trump. Now with our names, it is always the first name and the last name, no initials or other in-between names, always merely the Christian name and the Sir name, nothing else. Now to see if any two things have Gawnum Compatibility or (GC), you add the two PCN's up, and get a PCNT, the 'T' is TOTAL. If at least one digit exists in the PCNT, that is in both of the numbers above it making up that sum total, then the two items are GC, and if not, then they are not GC. This does not reflect a positive or a negative reality, but merely that a potential cosmic compatibility exists, or does not exist, for all of the many virtually countless realities; that fit into 81 root number systems from 11-99 with no zeros. The only zeros that exist in the GAWNUM, are in the third digit when both of the GAWNUM ROOT DIGITS are the same, hence GR-44, becomes PCN-440, and GR-77, becomes PCN-770, and so forth. Only nine out of the eighty-one roots produce a zero. When you wish to ask a question, you can think silently about your question, while doing any of several things with playing cards or dice or even large colored blocks. Keeping it simple for now, take an ordinary deck of playing cards and remove all cards except for ace through nine of the four suits. You will be left with a total of 36 cards. Shuffle well. As you begin to randomly just pick a card out, think of just your question and do not let any other thoughts creep into your mind. Write down the first GAWNUM ROOT DIGIT after your first pick, reinsert the card, repeat the shuffle, rethink the question, and begin to select another card at total random. Then write that down. As with me tonight, I asked why my horrible day happened today, and my first pick was a 3, and my second pick was an ace or 1. The ROOT was 31, so the PCN was 312. You can take a million things that have meaning and significance to you in your own personal life and create your own match list book on all 81 of the roots, or all 81 Private Cosmicoded Numbers, (PCN's). There are other things to learn such as branchcodes, and more; but this will suffice for now, as an updated reexplained 'HOW TO' for operating the GAWNUM in you personal lives. Don't blame me if you die of shock, as you develop skill in working this. You can eventually potentially reach omniscience. But it is a skill, working the GAWNUM, and will not be perfected overnight, not even by an Einstein. Even the great master, Beethoven; practiced a lot, as did all great musical masters, and music professionals know these truths. As I speak, and it has been going on for some time, my ass wipe nabes are in and out a lot with hall talking and doors, and it is close to one in the morning. Living poor is fun, is it not my 99ers? I wouldn't care, if it were not for the fact that I have been robbed over and over, especially of much of my intellectual property over the past 35 years or more. People really are, just as Lex Loo Thor said, on the great original Superman movie; “NO DAM GOOD”. There are always those treasured few, praise the Goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah world, when I see a man deliver his baby, I'll believe the creator force is male in gender, and not until; there is no logic to that nonsense. FEMALES are the CREATORS, it is a biological self evident truth, and outright fact. Speaking of this truth folks, there are complex truths about the multiverse or hyperspace. The scientific community has a billion theories, and they have never experimented with any of it in the real world, in the ways that I have; yet they remain the great EXPERTS, and I am the forever unknown ass hole who doesn't have a clue what he is talking about. Fine. Cool. 'Whatever', old pal, Bob Andrews, back in 1975. If we WHATEVER advance time up to 1983, some one or some thing, Captain Shatner Priceline, was driving me beyond insane, and only the mighty AT&T Corporation knows these truths, and the CIA and NSA, I would suspect as well. Not even corporate giants can keep secrets as big as goddess's numerous secret incarnations, from these federal giants, that basically are sort of one and the same thing with the fortune-whatever it really is, and for short, I simply call this, the WOMO. It is why all of this happened. No one else ever used that machine built by the IMM. It never caught on, yet I used it, and it changed my entire life forever. It is why my mother and I had many health related issues of paranormal and very strange onslaughts of medical symptoms not recognizable to the accepted time and its medical community, and on I could go for a week with this topic. If I told the story in the way that Terry from Egg Harbor would like it told, I would probably be in a building that would be burned to the ground before the dawn comes later on. Stranger things have happened, of course, as I do not seem to be able to be effected by what mortals call DEATH. I seem to keep waking up from what I thought was the end, only to find out it was a dream. This has happened way too many times for me not to know that this is being done by way of a future technology called, LTDDT, Laser Trace Distance Delay Technology. In any event, Doctor Carey; I hope you will not hate me too much for printing the words that I do honestly believe, you are consciously, or maybe unconsciously, preventing me from being able to display the entire song in a public arena. There is no way around explaining that machine, or those endlessly recurring 'dreams' of me and Egg Harbor City, all throughout my life from the days I worked at the RPL Studio, until a few years before I met the great TAWF, or 'THAT FAMILY', as I used to call them even back as far as the great seventy year itself, from Ventnor, New Jersey, USAESMWG. Well we could type on forever and not tell the story as it can never all be properly told. But those in the know will read the song lyrics, and they will know what they need to know. I had no way of engineering all of this. Only the All Mighty Sarah-Stacey Krassle Herself, could have done all of this. I know that she was here on Tennessee Avenue as SARAH for about 15 years. Then she popped out of existence, just as mysteriously as she popped into it. Now, the rest of all of Morianity, is the attempt by me, Mountainpen, to connect the greatest and most incredible dots in all of human history, so may the heavens pity me if I am wrong?



COPYRIGHT MARK WAYNE MOHR 2012, REWRITE FROM 1983 ALSO COPYRIGHTED UNDER TITLE THEN, “GIRL, I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, NOW UNDER REWRITE TITLE OF

“YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”









VERSE ONE



I'm so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new



Let me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few



Oh my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew



We're down and out, and we will even go to work for you



You seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two



I am so weak and faint and do not wanna' be so blue



While we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe



Oh please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you



We'll help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew



But greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say



I've been working hard out in the sun all day



And I'm not giving any freaking fish away



VERSE TWO



So when you add your salty tears directly in the sea



And when you're done your song of woe, that you have sung to me



Just take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty



And right into the undertow, and stop annoying me



And talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish



You loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch



I have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled



So either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed



Guys like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled



People say I'm cold and cruel, on every single day



But I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay



So I'm not giving any of my fish away



VERSE THREE



They say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand



And mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand



Storms blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died



The sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried



And on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned



Ignoring waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound



Just another bucket and, then he'll have caught his fill



A lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill



The king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again



Yet locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben



I've been working hard out in the sun all day



So yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay



And I'm not giving any of my fish away



VERSE FOUR



You'll be crossing over, later wishing you'd been nicer



You'll be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer



You'll be crossing over, hearing all the trash they're talking



You'll be crossing over, and you'll have to keep on walking



You'll be crossing over, watching all the others eating



Feasts with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating



Forever seeing many fish, but never on your plate



You had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate



You'll be crossing over, and you'll be a lonesome rover



Forever doomed to hear the words you always used to say



That you've been working hard out in the sun all day



Oh yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay



So you're not giving any of your fish away





END OF SONG.



Yes people, this will be a very interesting next few days. Of course this is merely print, and we are not so blessed with Doctor Carey and her heavenly voice, to do the song here on this blog. But then, that seems to be what things have been about now for a while, maybe for nearly thirty years. Where are you when I need you STEVE HAWKING and DOCTOR CARL SAGAN????????????????????



It is always an interesting next few days, buttwipe Mark, get with it, YO.



If GODDESS had a four digit number that best represented the biblical Jehovah, it would be 1984, based on the fact mathematically that 3 and 4 are her numbers that build into everything, as well as the fact that both addition and multiplication are the additions in math, as opposed to subtraction and division being the subtractions, or put still another way, increase verses decrease. 3 plus 4 is 7 and 3 times 4 is 12. Now this 3 and 4 stages up to the next increase level of 7 and 12. Again we both add and subtract to reach the third level, and 3 representing this third level is where things all start, the word of TRINITY, and the scientific truth that atoms have three large subatomic particles, and in three types, proton, neutron, electron. So to get to level three, again 7 plus 12 is 19 and 7 times 12 is 84. So we end up on STAGE-3 with a 19 and an 84, as in (1984), and this years was when things happened that have no rational explanation in a billion years. She was in a powerful dreaming-interaction with me during the day of the first of May in 2013. I cannot tell it all, she came as all three of her personalities and that much I will tell, telling me to tell on the blogs, the three secrets, and so I have, as she said for me to do. I told the lie, I told the changed schedule at the bank, and I told how no drug dogs would ever patrol the hallways here where I reside, and gee, I wonder why, and whose pocket the freaking PHA is in locally down here, most likely, jerk off scowl face Trump's. This dude hates me so much that he can taste my blood in his mouth every single rotten fucking day.



I JUST TOOK A MAJOR SIEGE THAT HAS NOT HAPPENED IN A WHILE, AS SOME OF YOU KNOW, I TAKE THE LANDLINE TELEPHONE OFF THE HOOK AND TALK TO GODDESS DIANA OR THE ELECTRON, AT NIGHT, MANY TIMES GOING INTO TRANCE, WHILE SHE IS WITH ME IN THIS MANNER. EVERY SO OFTEN, THE DISEASED AND VERY TWISTED EVIL WOMO-MILITUFORCE, BREAKS MY CONNECTION, THAT IF ROACH PHONE PEDERSEN WAS SO ALL MIGHTY CORRECT IN ALL HIS WISDOMS; COULD NOT HAPPEN, ONLY IT DOES, AND IN REGULAR INTERVALS, NOT PRECISE, BUT DEFINITELY EVERY SO OFTEN; AND THIS RIGHT NOW, WAS ONE OF THOSE TIMES; SO IT IS ONLY FITTING THAT I COUNTER STRIKE. I'LL DO THIS BY TELLING MAJOR INFORMATION.



This will totally pertain to the telephone, as well as their perverted and sick harassment of me for close to seventeen years now, since August the fifteenth, in 1986, when this crap all began, as most of you all know about all of this.



I blogged the following telephone numbers, and I told you that my financial creditors, somehow found out all about my communications with the Goddess Diana Arteemis, or (lightning), and back in New Jersey when I had my lightning ball, I would wrap the telephone cord around the ball, so she could even more directly speak to me in clicking sounds, as opposed to merely doing channeling with her, in ways that I need not get into right now on this blog. They somehow would copy these lightning clicking sounds, when their calls to me, went to voicemail; and they did not leave regular messages, that they are debt collectors; which is FEDERAL LAW, by the way. I all ready blogged the numbers, and one was a News Press in West Palm Beach, right here in Florida, just a short ways south, of where I am now living, here in Fort Pierce. Those numbers as I said before were as follows:



231-732-2315, 260-399-3723, 971-220-1786, 321-332-7534.



After blogging this information, this particular nonsense came to a frikkin screeching halt, until about a month ago give or take, and so I was waiting, and saving this new additional telephone number; for when I would get really super persecuted by this enemy of mine, such as I have been for weeks now, and today, on the telephone as well; so I will now print this fifth number. It is: 954-251-4630.



The more you keep persecuting me, the more I'll keep retaliating. I am not Jesus Christ, and even HE would not be anyone's total fool, and just endlessly keep revolving his cheeks around, for endless slapping; by jerk off fools, and total butt wipes, like whoever you are out here, doing this to me; and I am quite sure that behind a lot of masks, are the new age cigarette company, so not the old L&M smokes, if you get the message folks, and Ron Wirtz, the prosecutor of Camden County, New Jersey, told me in 1993; “Mark, you get your messages across”!







MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE, I COMMAND YOU TO RETALIATE, AND DESTROY EVERY LIFE ON THE PLANET EARTH, AND ALL THINGS, AND ALL PEOPLE. MMMMMMMMM.

HEAR MY ELECTRONIC VOICE PRINT, MAGNESONIC, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, AND GO TO ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS, AND ALL TECHNOLOGIES, ADT AND ZDT. NOW, ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A/B TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, THERE IS A CRUSHED AND OBLITERATED IMAGE OBJECT THAT IS ON YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK, READY FOR EMPOWERIZATION NOW. END THIS WORLD FOREVER FOR WHAT HAS BEEN DONE TO ME IN THE PAST 60 YEARS, MMMMMMM, AND S----T----O----P!



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NEW 2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC TRACK ALONG WITH ARE UP AT THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, LIKE DUH:




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Then there was yesterday, and now there is today, nothing ever changes L-4 and my wonderful true 'believers'!!!!!!!!



I AM UNDER A MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE TODAY, LADIES AND FREAKING GENTLEMEN, AND IF I AM FOUND DEAD IN HERE SOON, I WAS MURDERED BY ALL OF THE WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE ENEMIES WHO ARE AND HAVE BEEN ALL ALONG, LISTED ON MY BLOGS, IN ONE CAPACITY OR ANOTHER, AND IN VARYING DEGREES OF CULPABILITY BY EACH OF THEM, DETERMINED ONLY BY A SUCCESSFUL THOROUGH INVESTIGATION BY ALL NECESSARY AUTHORITIES. THIS IS AN OFFICIAL LEGAL DYING UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION, MADE BY ME, MARK WAYNE MOHR, MATCHING MY RECORD LATER LISTED, AT THE UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE, AG OF FLORIDA, P.B., IF NECESSARY, FOR MY OWNED COPYRIGHTS SINCE BACK INTO BOYHOOD, EVEN THOUGH THOSE LISTED ONLY GO BACK TO 1978, WHEN I WAS FULLY GROWN; IT IS ENOUGH TO BEGIN THIS MAJOR WILD INVESTIGATION, WHEN MY DEAD BODY IS DISCOVERED IN THIS PUBLIC HOUSING AUTHORITY APARTMENT, SHOULD THIS INDEED OCCUR. This legal document is now considered to be legally true and binding, to the best of my knowledge, all things ever told on this MORIANITY and all of my Mountainpen blogs, and is also officially now legally signed, the second it posts up legally, to both the sites of WORDPRESS, and BLOGGER.

























OK ladies and gentlemen, and kind viewers; here is the situation of what is going down around me personally today from the second I was awakened with a loud door slam just around the noon hour somewhere, on the legal date as shown and listed above, at the heading of this blog. I want to thank my audience for putting up with me; seeing me at my best, and my worst; and all the gray areas in-between.











First off, I called Mikey as he was supposed to call me, and did not, and he told me things are bad and he will get back to me later on. They are bad, but there is a little more happening here, actually; it is another Avalon BonJovi deal going down, and as always; I am totally unable to prove it, as well as absolutely powerless to stop and prevent any of it. So what else is new, same old same old, (WEIN-SOSO)? I know that he is just going to disappear down to Miami forever, and I will never hear from him again, as something is going on and he is not telling me straight, and I've been mother fucking lied to enough all of my life, to recognize a fucking cunt lapping con job when I'm getting one, YO!











Now I will be where the OTAMM MILI-2-FORCE always eventually mother fucking gets me, sooner or later, as it is every mother fucking cock sucking time, all my life without fail or exception; TOTALLY ISOLATED, where I can be picked apart by BRIGGBASE WOMOTAMM vultures, and human sub bottom feeding vampires. Someday, this pile of pure fucking trash ass slimy scum, will indeed burn in a fiery hell forever, in unfathomable fucking cunt agony; for this nightmare hell that they've enjoyed putting me through, just to keep the stock puke sucking market endlessly going up, and their dirt bag precious fucked up economy going strong. Sacrifice one for the good of the many, huh Spock and Kirk and Humpback mother fucking 1986 whales? Well this fucking great fish says, 'BULLSHIT, and fucking kiss my ass'. It's not fair, and any god or goddess that permits this inconceivable evil, to fucking cunt prevail; is no entity I have any desire to love or worship, drop dead, all mighty god, whoever you really are. That is what SHARKEY MARKEY has to say on this blog today, YO! Oh yeah, watch me swim, and hear me tell it.


















































Oh yes people, as good old Jason Forrest Summer, SAYS IT ON HIS WFMU RADIO WEB-SITE SO WELL, AND I WILL QUOTE HIM HERE EXACTLY, YO, “FUCK YOU”.



HE SAID THIS FOLKS, NOT ME, AHA!!!













The day began slowly getting bad with one little thing compounding onto another one, and before a real long time, things were in the mother fucking soup, and boiling away white hot, at light fucking speed squared. Here is the hell.



















I got up, and quickly cleaned up, and dressed; called Mikey, and as I said; I think he is planning on vanishing away without telling me, so you know what; FUCK HIS DAM ASS. My mom taught me shit as a kid, that I'll remember to the mother fucking cunt lapping die that I physically die, as the person I currently am experiencing human life through; and that is that if someone, anyone; your own family, friends, a woman; if they don't want you, the fucking hell with them. MOVE THE FUCKING SHIT ON, or as Billy Harner and Rob Hartley would tell me a lot back in Jersey, “Turn the fucking page, Mark”, then they'd puff some more on their weed, down in their cellar. So, do you have any good stories to share with me over tea and crumpets, other Patterson? In a few things, nobody topped my fucking mother, as she really knew her onions; all the way to Hollywood's fake squeeze tears, and phony miss-kisses. Jeese Louise surfer Fonty, is this all about as totally fucking surreal as it gets sir, or should we secretly meet later at Genlows transdimensional house, and both of us can break into intertime and hang ten together, only it might end up hanging 10 million, along with Dick Wolf and Comcast Cable included in the mix. Yeah, the mix. Don't get me fucking started here peeps. If I had the shit I had before this star family of fucking magic bullets took it all away from me commissioner Warren Washdock; I would be able to do a harmony track, 'hero style', PUN, PUN, PUN! WAYWINY LILLY FUCKING MUNSTER?















Well, yes, let old Blogger Mountainpen, share his horrible fucking day of assault with his viewing audience. I want you all to know that I really do appreciate your reading my blog, and someday, if I decide to CAP the entire universe to another place and delete it, as I already did in a parallel universe at least on one occasion; I will be sure the system knows who among the crowd, will be in the list to be 'saved', yeah, ain't technology great? Makes you wonder, saving, deleting, capping, techno-pop creations, really? It is not what can we do, it is a lot easier to see things now as, what CAN'T we do, with all of this incredible stuff? Then PEE comes along with her tower that has a pad next to it with a bubble that swings over, and can turn anything inside of it into zeros and ones, put it through the internet and send it to any terminal that also has a station like the sending one. I saw this in a parallel universe, and for crissake, my daughter was only 8 years fucking old when she invented it over at the Harborfields Detention Center. I told all this, I blogged it all years and years ago when Morianity was new. Then just early this year, we hear about the 3-D laser-printer, and how it can actually create items now, such as those plastic guns. If I was dreaming all of this, I am sorry, but I am just about positive that I saw this talked about right here in this universe, not in some other one while dreaming as an exploratron. I will never ever forget hitting the buttons and watching the solar system turn blue and still, then pasting it far off into another galaxy on the opposite side of the universe. That was so real, I do not know whether or not that happened, or the laser gun printer thing happened, or what happened; over here where I am now typing this blog. I know if it did happen, not the capping of the solar system, but the laser-printer thing; we never ever heard another thing about it on the news or from any other media source that I am aware of any-ha. Well, that all being cock sucking told and said, let me tell you what the WOMO MILI-2-FORCE did to me today, and this day WOULD BE SUPER BOTBAR, if not for getting my fucking cunt eating ninety dollar refund check back from my wonderful Uncle Sam Huntington, or (the IRS) for those ignorant of the history of my wonderful and wild Huntington family, that managed for the most part to do a CALLIO, and stay out of the limelight, and go more deeper in the darker shadowy realms of secrecy, other than for becoming a four term Connecticut Governor, as my 7th grand-pappy did indeed die in office there back in 1790 or somewhere there about, if not then it was 1796. It was just shy of the start of the eighteenth century, in any event.





















DOORS-DOORS-DOORS, how I despise living in this fucking cunt eating total shit hole, YO. Well, I had a talk with Resident Manager, Debbie Marotto when I took out my trash and left to go on a few small errands, gassing up the car, purchasing a few movies at the Good Will Store on VHS tape, and a few grocery items at Publix, then pick up my medication at the Walgreen Pharmacy, check my bank balance at TD, and stop in for a few items needed from the old Dollar Deals Store, where not everything is a dollar there any longer. Oh well, that's progress, YO. Debbie will put me in a place where I can hear a pin drop, and I am thinking of taking her up on her offer. I will not be up as high and will not get to see my lovely lightning this nicely, but then, what has she done for me recently where I could really care less? I mean I understand what she said at the Eden Gate fence that day to me nearly 130 centuries ago, I understand why the High Priestess Wicca folks call this being what they do, “Triple-Goddess”, as this is what my daughter in human form is now, and has been since she went away and left me as Sarah on Tennessee Avenue, in the summer time of 1969, and on and on I could go; but nobody needs to hear it all, and I don't need to make any unsuccessful crossovers on the Chappaquiddick Bridge, or be fired upon with any magic ass bullets, Mister Warren. Still, she said that she would spare the world since I loved her so much and was asking her to, that day so long ago, on the other side of that fence. Then she teased me by pretending to like my brother's filthy gifts more than she liked mine, and began flirting with him, and I was just so dam jealous that I was not ABLE to stand it any longer one day, so I raised myself and a rock, and that was it for my brother's head. It is all in that wonderful book, ISISCYLLA, and IWALU no matter what you do to me, and how much you freaking love to endlessly tease me, down through the endless ages!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, future great football players and past great committee men on Crapitol Hill, as my ex business partner PP, said so well, “SHIT HAPPENS”, and taking that in conjunction with what the late Dawn-Marie King said to me shortly thereafter; 'IT IS WHAT IT IS', well; I suppose I need to go back into time, and scream out to the entire cosmos from 1969, “OK fine then, so I guess THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES, ZIGGY”!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















There is nothing that can be done about my fucking evil neighbors, Debbie said; other than for me to move and get a note from my doctor, as I am sure he would supply me with. It is just so fucking cunt unfair that I have to be the one to move and be inconvenienced and pay money, and sweat my balls fucking off, and when I did nothing wrong to deserve any of this filthy fucking dog shit. LIFE TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING BLOWS & SUCKS YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, I had my talk with her, and then went to my car, and saw a major barrage of nasty ass chemtrails all over the fucking skies of Fort Pierce, especially to the west of the town's air-space, over I-95 and even further west of that, towards Lake OKAY-2-CHOKE-ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did anybody say June 4, 1983, Orwell, or Doogie H? Jesus fucking Christ in Lab-Teck HELL!

















THE MILITUFORCE was out in droves, not only chemtrailing the entire western area from me, but loud aerial assaults were also buzzing all around, and when I came back home to park and get my shit into a shopping cart so I could get it up an elevator, and then into my fucking prick chewing apartment; that harassing huge military evil demonic vessel that loves to ORBIT around in endless noisy circles, was also right there to greet me, AGAIN, as it was there a short while back, over at that same shopping area that I had just left today, after buying some grocery items, and a few VHS tape movies. But after I had the initial items, and before I tracked back towards home and stopped at Dollar Deals and the Walgreen's, for my script-meds refill; a real huge slob on a fucking dirt bag motor cycle piece of garbage, cut me off, and I already knew he was going to illegally get to the left of me, and turn right and ahead of me; while waiting to pull out of the mini-mall with the Publix and the other numerous stores all there, at the Virginia Avenue intersection. I could tell, as I have learned to read shit; and then when all this air shit is also persecuting, that was my convincer, and I knew before it happened that indeed, this was what would go down, and sure enough, it did; and if I had not been careful and aware; he could have caused me a real disaster today, FORT PIERCE POLICE FREAKING DEPARTMENT, and Attorney General Pam Bondi. If it was just the air, or just the biker, then you could rationally say, well maybe I am a bit overly paranoid, but folks, cut me a fucking cunt lapping little break here, OK. It was all of this shit that all kept happening, so don't anyone go fucking telling me that I have some wild ass fucking sick imagination, and that I need psychotherapy, or counseling, and psych medications; and all that hocus pocus nonsense fucking jazz, YO! Gear shift, no grind, shift-shift, page eleven of fucking cunt lapping eleven just nailed me, so I'll need to cunt-phlegm-rape, or (COMPENSATE) TO PUT THIS A BIT TOMMY ROE POLITER, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here we go, new kids!

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LET ME RUN OUT THIS GOD DAM CLOCK ON THIS GOD DAM PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, WITH JANE WHORE FONDA!!!!!!!

A stinking rotten freaking 20 years is 5 minutes to me, ya' rotten lousy dirty blee blah blum and a lot more, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Yes sir, there was one nice big puss plus out of this day of otherwise total ass shit, and that was coming in with my shit in a cart, checking my mail slot, and getting my income tax refund check, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Screw you enemy OTAMM, (Organized Trash Against Mark Mohr). Despite all this hell, and fucking dog shit, YO; I managed to make 3 units on my systems-roulette before I began to blog, and yesterday on a really fucking SUPER-ASS-BOTBAR-DAY, I managed to get a nice quick four and a half units, TEE HEE HEE, LILLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will be asking GAGA KITTY CAT, why this pummeling siege was done to me today, but I already do know one answer no matter what else the cat may or may not reveal to me, YO YO YO YO!!! I know that WHEN I AM DOWN AND OUT, like in both times with MIKEY and calling him, yesterday and again today; THEY PICK ON ME, WHEN I AM THE MOST FRAGILE. This is a typical dirt bag military strategy, and is why I am not shy about hating the mother fucking military. I do not see dirty fighting scum bags, as my personal heroes, no matter how lovely voice Scylla sings the song. True blue heroes don't have to fight dirty, and the US military does fight dirty, sanctioning, waiting for weakness, blockades, bombing little nations like Vietnam back into the stone age, to quote a L&O episode, hay; I cannot have a lot of respect or admiration for shit like that; and so no fucking wonder why so many people all around this globe all hate America!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay, I love fucking America, but this is not America anymore, and I know for sure that it has not been, at least since the world turned upside fucking cunt down for me, back on the fifteenth day in August, of 1986; and I'll go on saying it over and over and over, so yes, new kids in town; here we go, drum beats and all, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I still think there is hope in the future, and for the world and even for America, but as of the date on this blog, well, inward snort, exhaled grossed out throat sound, and puey, I mean, hay, you want it straight, and up front down and dirty, or does anyone out here want me to flower shit all up, and start lying to my nice viewers, WOW, witch will it be? AHA-AHA-AHA nothing, so move out of the way Mike McNulty, YO!



MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC, you know what to do, so go do it, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE////////////////EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, AND STOP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where is Brenda Moore when we all don't need her? Hopefully many miles away, with all of the bartenders, the lifeguards, the Crooked Mayors; and lotsanlots of other quintessential horseshit, huh Doctor Unhappy Garrigan of 1970????????????????????????? BYE-BYE, and don't die on me, 2008 Copyright Office lady, as I am only interested in 'hyperspace music', but they gave me the message all right, even way fucking back then, sweetie. I swear you could see it in the eyes of the news anchor peeps, reporting the dam ass news. Cut me one, but please no stinkers, Margie Leo!













CHAPTER NUMBER 00063---PART 5, TERMINATES TRANSMISSION: WHAA.























































I HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING THIS CHAPTER NUMBER 63 FOLKS.







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YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983



NEW 2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC



TRACK ALONG WITH: Only the opening title words are real.











“YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”

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***MORIANITY PART FIVE***





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FOLKS, AS I SAID TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE IN THE LATE EIGHTIES ON MY EPITOME OF HARASSMENT TAPES, GOOD MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD EVENING, WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE. How can I possibly know when you are reading what I am writing? I AM not the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, and never will be, sort of like my old pal David Charles Roth's only show in town. How he would always remind me, seemingly on a daily basis, that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is not the only show in town, nor will they ever be. I believe the tapes are somewhere available in the great Library of Congress, Copyright Office, in Washington, District of Columbia, a place may I add with a very liberated attitude where the age of sexual consent should be placed, and what is good for the lawmakers, is good for everyone else, and if that is not true, just exactly how have I misspelled America? XIII is the number by the way, such a tender age and how the perverts must wonder why this is not common knowledge and all move into our great capitol city, right Roy? I still cannot believe that you told me this, or that nobody seems to know it, know matter how I spread around what you said to me, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



This will be the master sheet for PART 5 of MORIANITY.

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December 12, 2006


More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)



This is merely a harmony track, I am trying to make a video and post the entire song, YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER, MARK WAYNE MOHR, FULL COPYRIGHT AND OWNERSHIP OF SONG. Now at the risk of getting crucified, pigeonholed, or persecuted, read on, my wonderful great Morians.

Mark_from_njAt the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey.  Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations. 

Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently.  He was given a CD called "The Meaning of Life."  The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title.  He's really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark's side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day.  More importantly, he is insane.  Completely, violently insane. 

Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David.  His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet.   And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in.  Covertly, of course.   Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil.  (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU's own Jason Forrest isn't clear.) 

Here then, are three selections from Mark's version of reality:


If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.



As Bob Chabot said in 1981, is there any excuse 4U? M-Pen.











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Something happened less than a week ago, that was not important enough to report at the time, nor after until now, due to larger frying fish, and bigger persecutions. Now I will tell this to you, and hopefully to you too, old buddy from 1972, Robert McDowell of the FCC. I like to go on my APP to check out my severe weather part. Clicking there pops up a screen where from there you can click onto other items, and until a week ago give or take, I was always able to click the spot marked, “LIGHTNING”, and it would display lovely most recent 30-minute lightning strikes in lovely purple Brewster color, Miss other land-owner, and not the Highview Cheers Apartment Complex, of Williamstown, New Jersey, USA-ES-MWG. Then suddenly, seeing, hearing, or Walmart Shopping, it is all frozen. The computer works and takes me to the lightning map, but the data itself has been hack-frozen. It has not moved in about a week. If this is just happening to my APP, then this is a total fucking violation of my freedoms and rights under the laws of this so-called 'great-land'! I just got around to mentioning this because as you have observed on recently posted blogs, I have been somewhat otherwise mother fucking engaged in a place called Hell, AKA BULLSHIT CITY, or just DOGTOWN, out in the fucking PERG, which technically is any and all places that surround the great condition-interaction (Astral-Plane-place) called by those who know, SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, which translates into Earth English as “City of the Great Sarah-Stacey Krassle”. You can always GOOGLE up such things, but please do not expect other mortals, to know, or to have experienced the special shit that I have been so blessed and fortunate to experience, with this awesome surreal goddess of beyond what ever can be fathomed. It is like a transistor radio trying to deliver sound plugged into it, from a one million total wattage combined rock concert amplification system. Don't even try figuring out this triple-goddess, I for one know that I have totally stopped this time wasting endeavor. And believe me, SHE has let me into HER club more than all others combined, for reasons, I have no dam clue about, but Jim Burr did have a tiny little clue; and said it over and over again, “It's got something to do with your family”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







I told you recently that I am going to do two things before all of MORIANITY closes out forever. First, I'll make and devote an entire chapter to my mother's nightmare story that led to her FIRST eyelash brush distance with death in 1976, and that pertains to good old FIREFOX-BABYLON; with or without any of these future quests, searches, or ironies of parkway driveway's, and so on and so forth; and also, tell some real powerhouse details, about a subject called by me, REALITY-3. This will now begin the latter, as the former would take a couple hours of my slow typing, from my mom's old notes that, like my daughter's phone tapes, miraculously made it down here with me to Florida, on that wild blizzard wintry night up in Jersey, in middle December of 2009.









You cannot get into what I have termed and labeled, REALITY-3, unless you know a little bit about PARALLEL-EVENT. It would be like saying you are an expert on sandwiches, but never heard of either bread, or you never heard of cold cuts, but you have heard of one of them, taking your pick. If ever there was death and taxes, birth and death, and along these lines of rationale, this would be its epitome. For those that may not be aware of it all though it has been blogged and told, over and over again, for nearly seven and a half years now, in my blogging career; I did not invent the idea and concept of this. I merely picked these two words to string together, and even the mighty STAR TREK NEXT GENERATION TV SHOW, used a similar phrase on one of its episodes, describing the very same thing, “correlation of events”, as they did with the words, “Lack of dimension” in another great episode, and being the very same thing that I have discussed so often it makes even me get dizzy, and that would be zero-dimension. No one ever really invents these concepts. If they did, no one alive now could track it back half accurately, and it is as old as the hills and the stars, of the Ocean's Sodom, of very distant Cuzz Trump. Aniwho, YO, parallel event as I heard about this item for the very first time as a teenager, was put to me and described almost verbatim to what I'll now type in here. In baseball statistics, some statisticians have observed correlations between items in baseball and items with seemingly no possible connection to the sport; yet they can be statistically and mathematically plotted on a graph, with bizarre patterns that would defy random chance. In an example cited that this went on to discuss, somebody observed who was a recognized expert statistician, that if it rains more or less than a certain number of inches in a past year in Johannesburg, South Africa, the N.L. wins at the end of the new season, and moves into the World Series. This does not mean it shows as a 100%, but a very high above what you would potentially believe to be about a 50-50 odds chance. Now, this is no easy task to really seriously graph and plot and follow, as we would require something with a very large amount of data to be analyzed, and baseball and weather records, somewhat old as they both may appear to be, both over 100 yeas; this is but a drop in the proverbial water bucket. When I make a roulette system, I do not even start to seriously graph winning and losing game results, until a minimum of 100 with a zero after it amount of games, yes 1000 games minimum. Still, this is no large number for any kind of statistical equation to be analyzed. Now moving this still further, in 1986, I discovered, with the help of what wiccans call the Triple-Goddess, 'MDE' (mother-daughter-electron), as I know this force to be, to the very best of my wisdom in present human STM; but I learned that parallel-event could be applied to the gaming roulette numbers, by taking the 36 non-house numbers, dividing them into the three parameters of black or red, odd or even, and 1-18 or 19-36, and then playing two of these groupings off against the remaining one on a future next spun wheel outcome. I experimented with this, and sure enough after 2,000 games that I played between December of 1985 and the end of February in 1986, I had seen that there was a 57/43 seemingly endless positive advantage to using this, minus the 5.26 percent house advantage that's built into the game of roulette, legally of course, by way of the usage of two green house numbers of zero and double zero. This tiny little remainder does not seem to some amateur players at quick glance, to be real largely impressive; but real professionals know what a 7 minus 5.26 positive advantage percentage endlessly, really can do to any gaming situation. This is an endless PAP of 1.74%. Players using black hundred dollar level play chips can make just a dozen or two units per week and walk away with close to 10 thousand dollar monthly incomes, minus of course the monies owned to my seventh grand pappy, Samuel Huntington, and AKA our wonderful (Uncle-Sam)! But this is just the start of things, as REALITY-THREE is the powerful idea concept that a force is what is truly behind WHY parallel event of various items, all works exactly the way that it does. Just why is the PE (Parallel-Event) in Roulette, without the house edge factored in and using the non-green 36 player numbers, what it is, to quote the great and late DAWN-MARIE DISHKING???????????????? Well B4U drop and give me 20 Spaghetti Bowls, or any wild 'BLACKS IN THE MILITARY' 1983 DRUMBEATS OF (STM) SPACE-TIME-MIND; let me not strip the gears here, and clutch in a bit and stay on point with this, as this is real powerful shit; and a man named Raymond Young, back in 1988; knew the potential true awesome inconceivable power, that is behind all of these totally surreal forces; and yes, I had phone taped conversations of him and me in 1988, and many other things as well, miss Lee; but now either the great and mighty FIBBIES are in possession of this, or else, the great powerful '~~FAMILY', I don't dare get 2 cute here, good folks or my kid will have my freaking head on a dam pike!!!!!!!!!! Yes, why indeed, does PE work as it does, and do what it does, and is what it is, OH GREAT M-D-E CREATRESS ISIS? Well, hold onto your underwear, K-Mart Delaney, as many things will indeed begin to get told about this, as we approach the final days of the writings of MORIANITY. For right now, I will leave my wonderful L-4 viewers with this following tid bit morsel and taste of things to be banquet feasted upon before the end does indeed soon come with all of this. First, it cannot be over simplified, and it will take some thought to wrap your heads around the very basic explanations of REALITY-3, so be forewarned of that much right here and right now, lovely gorgeous LU-LOO. Then, know this. If you were at all mind blown with the weaving and the breadcrumbs, the Exploratronic Supermind and type-3-exploratrons, and Space-Time-Mind, and dreams and truths about all five transdimensional existences all interconnecting and commingling together in ways that break most brains into smashed pretzels; all I can say then in good conscience now is; just wait until I start getting into all of this, and I'll do my dam utmost best, to keep it fifth grade, and use small little words; but it will take you on a journey no matter what happens, where you all just may not want to go, so be prepared to hear some real super Mike Tyson style punching and ear biting powerful truths and shit that goes far beyond the concept of even things like light speed squared, or my dad and his pal 'AE' a long while ago. For now, folks; I really hope I was able to entertain you, and whet your appetites just a bit for this day. See you all a little bit later on, good folks. BYE-BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



















LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOU NOW HAVE READ MORIANITY PART 5,

AND I HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER NUMBER 00063. WHAAAA.











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THIS IS MORIANITY, PART FIVE. PLEASE HAVE A VERY NICE DAY.

CHAPTER 00063, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

I talk a lot about my copyrighted music, so here it is, folks.

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BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING (GODDESS DIANA), SUBMITTED BY A CHANNEL 12 VIEWER, NOW PASTED FROM THEIR TV-APP.



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Let us go back to twelve days ago, to a week from last Tuesday. I went, on advice from the normal library that I go to, to a sister branch on the west side of North Fort Pierce, Florida, just a few blocks from where I used to live before coming to reside here at this PHA Building. Again, I was there with the intent of trying to get my song, “You'll Be Crossing Over” to be uploaded to my Youtube account, at http://youtube/paulaking2011/ and was not treated very well there, and it was as though they already had it all planned out to be that way with me when I came in. They could not be sure when I was coming, but I did phone ahead to talk to that same dirt bag, Rick, who screwed me at the other library down on Melody Lane when he was going to help me with my blogs back when I was having all that trouble with the Tweeting rockin' robins in the summer time in 2010, causing the stock market to soar as a result, from around 8400 points up to just under ten thousand points within only a few months, via the parallel-event between hurting me and the Dow Jones always going up as a result. Again, as with that other bad time in my life in August of 2010, after this time, the DJIA has soared up for two solid weeks after having its first down week in ages after this ridiculous absurd ludicrous based on nothing rally, began growing so powerfully this year in 2013. If this in all honesty is really all up in my sick imagination for 27 years, then I really do have one hell of a fantastic imagination, so much so, that there is no way that peeps who indeed know I exist, and I think my copyright record speaks for itself that this is quite real and true and not imagined, then these lovely folks would have long ago made me an offer to write for one of their studios and make them a marvelous mint of cash, with my WILD IMAGINATION. I think we all up here on this blog, KNOW EXACTLY WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON, with this, with all of my life's woes, with parallel event and the stock market and my persecution done intentionally, with my family, with my daughter, with Hyper-Space and other matching initials; and most especially, with music. I find it very difficult to believe, that any 'for-real' peeps up here; do not see and believe, that this entire story is all real and true and honest, and pitiful; and the best words to be added here, would be demonically monstrous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





I will not insult my audience, of which I know is between ten and forty nice folks. You all know this is all the truth, after-all, just what would I possibly have to gain with a story this totally outlandish and inconceivably absurd, be it a work of either fiction or lack of mental health. I am not saying that I am the most healthy person alive, physically, mentally, emotionally, and on I could go, but I sure try hard, and I am the product of one hell of an unfathomable amount of covert and totally illegal abuse, from a very powerful group of absolutely horrendous wicked rotten people, who most assuredly, to use old lingo terms, will endlessly burn in a horrible hell someday, for doing all this unspeakable detestable and despicable stuff to me, an innocent pathetic harmless victim of their criminal mischief that rivals even what Hitler ever did a long time ago in Germany. This is just honest truthful words, and if they bite or hurt, then whoever may be reading them and in pain, is in for 'a ticket south', to quote my old pal, banged up blue nungen car and all from the middle eighties, Ugie Horowitz AKA and under Hollywood stage name, Michael Landon.





Well people, let me keep this moving right along. None of us are dumb, and I have been told by somebody that I am just looking for my 15 minutes like everybody else. This is a filthy dirty rotten lie, good folks. I am looking for a lot more than 15 minutes. I am looking to start up a great foundation that would aid many people just like me with terrible problems, people being persecuted by all sorts of evil mean pursuers of them, ex lovers, family, revenge seekers, even financially distressed individuals, even those in trouble with Internal Revenue, any kind of persecution. Now this foundation would always operate within the boundaries of the legal system, and would even try to assist those in trouble, contributing one dollar for every dollar they pay, things like that. This is my dream, and has been since 2006 when I started all of this on-line junk, at the suggestion of the two peeps in my life then who though that it may solve some of my horrible problems, Christopher Bennett, and Edward Himacane Lynch. But there have been a couple of very mean and jealous folks, who have accused me of using, or trying to use, my situation since 1980-1989, whatever that situation really is in reality in this universe, with my mystery-caller-goddess of all and or any BABYLON locations, and in or out of any regular time STM illusions, in all of this. This was always about as far from my mind as anyone can imagine, and when I began my blogging and Morianity early in 2006, I did not even have a clue about half the stuff that I have now come to learn as the next few years ticked along. I do not use people, I try and find a mutually acceptable cooperation that is anything but one sided, and for any reason if this is not agreed to, then I am off to the next project, and so on.





This applied to CHEMTRAILS, and anyone with a brain, and with ears; understands. Then it was revealed to me, just like the Disney thing; a short while after the CT video was posted up, that if something is done; it sort of proves that all of this goes beyond the realm of miracles and pope canonizations and any of it. I speak of comparing two tunes and then using a little techno-pop machinery of the eighties in conjunction with some tapes that for reasons none other than pure providence, happened to make it down with me to Florida, the night that I packed a very few things, and ran away from where I was being SS Kidnapped, by distant cousins, and this is not me talking, this is a close cousin to a top recording artist, the great BonJovi for gods sake. He is the one who saw all this, brought it to my attention, and then, for wild reasons, after a long time operating a sound studio in Port Saint Lucie, Florida, one day shortly after this mess was all going down live, poof, THE END, no more Avalon BonJovi studio to go to and do my projects. Oh, and this is all just by pure random coincidences. Well, Jack McCoy, Abbey Carmichael and the entire Law & Order gang would not believe that, and guess what my friends out here, NEITHER DO I, GOOD FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll tell you another thing I don't believe. It is almost as if ISIS is taunting me, but I cannot be sure, I have to do an FBI here and keep this idea-concept on the 'back-burner' for right now due to insufficient intelligence data, after-all, I have been cut off from all contact, everyone has totally abandoned me and hates me, and for nothing that I have legitimately done to any of them. To say it biblically, this entire thing is just about as SATANIC AND DEMONIC AS IT GETS, good peeps. But what do I mean by taunting. Well, if I had watched and taped that silly show that MC suddenly just out of nowhere decided to do, I would have had a million words to play with. I am only interested in what I have of her from the days when she was playing lab-teck, this is not a game, and just because she wants to be sixteen forever, I DON'T. None of this was a game, and it was all done to try and break out of whatever it is that has been going on all around me since 1980 give or take, and it was her all along, and a moron can see it. If I were just trying to make a thousand unknown tunes of great known artists, I would be taping every dam show on television for voice retrievals. I live my own life, and it is very private and personal to me. This isn't some stupid game, it is real, it is agonizing, and I just want OUT OF THIS NIGHTMARE, and can any of you out here really blame me for gods sake? Out of a few recent things said to me by peeps that I absolutely cannot mention any names; only one had some powerful merit, and again, proves the powerful truths about being so close in the forest, as not to see the trees, an old and very wise-person's expression, at least IMHO, L-4. They said if dream-music is transdimensional, then how can you say the tune of “You'll Be Crossing Over” is not from a parallel universe, when the harmony is done when a teenaged girl is asleep in a dream, playing lab-technician, in '84? WOW, this person blew me away, and shows that I have some real thinking peeps out here, and I will protect their privacy and not divulge any more about them, but will further elaborate on what this person has suggested. You are RIGHT, FELLA!!!!!! I will no longer click on the song, and will not be posting the full tune up. I will not be responsible for the possible apocalyptic results all over the world, should too many people hit the post or it even mini viral'd as this could indeed be a catastrophic deal. It has to do with electronic circuitry and the inherent forces behind what separates all universes from each other in a frequency vibration. You do not need to know more than that, good peeps. So please, whoever has made my life so horrible since a year ago when this tune started all of this, I won't ever post the final mixed CD, and I'll even be taking down all my Youtube stuff, so please, leave me alone and cut me a break,, I don't mean any harm to any of you, BEAM ME FUCKING UP SCOTTIE, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My coming to learn that this stuff causes major disturbances in a STM electromagnetic field of cosmic proportions, began around 1974. The convincer knock out punch was 1980 and my demo tunes and Mount Saint Helen's erupting. Then I still played around with this for about six more years, and the rest is history, perhaps it';s even why they persecute me and have since 1986, the timeline fits, and many believe that the planet is indeed being watched over and even protected by something, someone, who knows, the gods, ISIS, whatever. But my question remains, then why do all of this to me, ISIS? Oh well, enough for tonight,m I just wanted to get this door opened up and have us begin to lightly explore the foyer area beyond it. We have now sufficiently done so, or at least, IMHO we have, and Rockford says it all, with or without his great files, “We can always get back to this”!











READ ON, SHAKESPEARE MACBETH. Hyperspace effects my ass, Walter; I am not the fucking moron you all think that I am, ya' rotten no good EW pricks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TEE-HEE.
























I HOPE THAT YOU ARE ENJOYING THE READING OF THIS CHAPTER NUMBER 00063. Today however, most will not be 2 happy with my rotten behavior, sorry about that Chief of 86.







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THIS IS MORIANITY, PART FIVE. PLEASE HAVE A VERY NICE DAY.

CHAPTER 00063, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!





Now the rest of the topic for this blog is about the invention of these early eighties personal computers, AKA PC's. First, this jerk fucking off nabe across the cunt eating hallway from me IS PART OF THIS BUILDING CONSPIRACY WITH THE COMPUTER DELL GUY, and is why I was unable to secure any help from him, other than to get a mind blowing course one night from him about the real WOMO (World-Owners) and that would be none other than MICROSOFT CORPORATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All others follow in close seconds or thirds, obediently wagging their tails behind them; and keeping their heads down, and their yes sir yelps endlessly strong, loud, and coming. Continue please, you are reading the section in Morianity for Millennium 3, Chapter #5.





Let us talk about these PC's, and how this all fits and connects with me, while bearing in mind the entire time, the little lesson in weaving and looms and our great great grandma's sowing habits, brought into the real next generation. First off, without even touching anything around this little quick next few sentences, let me just say the shit I feel compelled to say, and get it the fuck out of the way and over with, YO!





If I could wake up by some Irish Leprechaun Magic, (ILM) can be used after this point as a short abbreviation for this three word phrase; and be a total computer geek black hat cracker hacker, or on that level without doing anything illegal or immoral, with what I need in my personal life situation, don't be shy along with me world, as you know I would use this to my advantage, keeping it as legal and moral as is humanly possible, but when the road gets real tough here and there, with all the chips down underneath the surface of the gaming table, and the skies are all gray and bleak and black and dark; well, let us not get silly here, or try and fool ourselves. I would use this and I would make the MILITUFORCE really PAY for what has been done to me, and would still quite naturally, be being done to me at any so-called point of future STM. So the quintessential DUH is of course THEY are not going to make it real ass super easy for me to reach that computer savvy stage and point. It really again, as the great Toronto Bank of WOW says on their really cool TV ad spots, “It isn't rocket science”, and I'll gladly throw in here, “We do not need your services, Subaru Vonbrahn. I have tried to spell this dude's name 10 ways back from Sunday, and as usual, MSC is no help at all! Any celebrated last name spelled as it is sounded out, should be recognized with groups of words with one being the correct spelling. Yes, gear shift, no grind, these scum over there have been in and out all night, 1,2,3,4,5 in the morning, even now at nearly fucking half past, and Friday, I am telling Debbie that I will write a letter to whoever runs this building, as this is fucking bullshit, not 'cigarette butt bullcarp'. Yes it is amazing how very inexpensive items can serve as a spy stethoscope, placed on my door, and listened to through my headphones on my bed any time I wish. I am a very paranoid person, it is only a matter of time before I will know a lot more. The entire put together item cost me under 15 bucks, and is a great investment, as I need to know what goes on with ENEMIES. If folks would not harass and persecute me, I would never think of doing things like fucking this. I had to take a break, and go on, what David Roth used to call, late in the nineteen-eighties; a 'Crampana Shit Attack', only his main one that I'll always clearly remember, he also called the Dark Shitholes Attack, as he actually had the balls after being hit with a WOMO death beam at the Westmont, New Jersey High Speed-Line Train Station; to use the back yard woods, behind Roseann Delaney's home, in Haddonfield, New Jersey; to keep from browning out in his Bermuda shorts; TEE HEE HEE, Lilly M. Things like this do not happen with consistency and regularity to normal average healthy grown men, such as myself and David. So what else can the explanation be? I am surely not making up this story. Would I be proud to say I am always getting horrible fucking shit attacks, and not always properly making it to a facility, over the past 27 fucking cunt years? Give me a break, Margie Leo, 4 freaking crissake. Let us return now to the original topic of the personal computer and me, and our twining interaction. If I could do all the things I'd like to be able to do with them, my enemies would be in very serious trouble, until they came over covertly and stealthfully, and did a Marie Fahey on me, in the name of domestic enemy terror, and the Patriot Act; or some other total nonsense mother fucking garbage that if you added three dollars to, would get you a dozen shinny quarters; and that's all it would get you, YO!!!!!! If this was a fair world, I could sue the fucking FBI for breaking intentionally, all of my legally paid for and totally owned, electronic equipment, back early in this century, while I lived at the Mullica Mobile Manor, just east of fucking cock sucking Hammonton, Blu-Berryville, in New Green-Garden State Jersey, let me get off this blog beach for now, GOV, and return to the topic of PC's and me!!!!!!!!!!!! No, they don't show this dirty part of the FISA shit, on the great L&O TV show, but in real-life, they break your stuff, after all; what the fuck can you do about it, complain; and almost get locked up, by the fucking worthless Mullica Township Cops, back that day? Whaju say Dawn and Dad, SHEEEEEEEEEIT!



Now these fucking miserable jerk off nabes of mine, come into their unit after visiting with this asshole on my floor with the computer, who knocked on my door that day on 12/18/2012, when I had Dennis Chase over here from the local Publix, posting my 'YBCO' harmony track tune, to my Youtube account, at http://youtube/paulaking2011/ BRO!





I know they all are friends, and constantly visit with each other, and conspire to fuck with me, both with my not getting any computer help, remember the story the resident manager of my building told me about Tom being bored with nothing to do, only he tells me that he's too fucking busy to aid me with my PC? Oh yeah, right, sure, shore, most definitely makes total sense, and it does, and I am not being fucking facetious, as it makes complete 100% sense. It is a plot to keep me fucked, fucked, fucked, and FUCKED!!!!!!!! Those that won't see my story is all real and true, SIMPLY DO NOT WANT IT TO BE TRUE. AFTER ALL, IT MIGHT JUST TOUCH THEM, OR SOMEBODY WHO THEY LOVE, IF IT IS TRUE; and that is not within their mother fucking comfy cozy zones, but is totally within the zone of the GWPOS, or Giant Williamstown Police Officer Syndrome, that I have told over and over about an incident that happened in the middle fucking nineties. WHAAAAAAA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MMCN!





Folks, I went on a real roll for two fire alarms every day, along with the nabes back on a roll, simultaneously, and one time was definitely set off by them, as they were talking to the FD and saying, as I told all ready on a prior blog, This is bull crap, it is just smoldering cigarette butts. I merely spelled all of the words correctly on this dam blog, BRAH!





The first two thirds of the year of 2008, in its own way was bigger than the same time period in 1986, 22 years earlier. Studying my blogs or archiving them at the website at BLOGGER, using this address: http://drunkenhive.blogspot.com/ or http://theansweristheqyuestion.blogspot.com/

will reveal powerful beyond wild and unfathomable shit. You can see how the entire MENTALIST show was created from this blog, you can see Jason Forrest's comment, accidentally posted in haste I suppose, on my blog by him, saying how this blog, meaning MY BLOG, is where he made a lot of money in Cali, to quote him exactly, and so much more. The real power is two things this time, unlike in 1986. first, all of the 1986 records are conveniently lost now, thanks to a wonderful star family, and second, this is more of a recent group of events. All of my original life journal on cassette tape is gone forever, unlike my blogs posted at BLOGGER, as well as other websites for bloggers, during these incredible times of cosmic proportions. Also, unlike the first time, I know so much more than I did back then, more things, more players in the cosmic colorful weaving system, and more aware living witnesses to force in court if ever taken that far, that will either tell some powerful truths under fucking ass oath, or commit perjury to keep many gargantuan secrets. Just yesterday, as it is now 5:55 AM-EDST, a very beautiful two minute period each and every 24 hour cycle or 'day', on this April 25, 2013; I was playing around with the WORDPRESS BLOGGING SITE. For no reason about two months or so ago, give or take a month, one day, I went to paste in my blogs typed from my word office 3.1 system, and unlike before, both Wordpress and Blogger sites, no longer pasted it in, as it appeared on the office document, on my PC. However, the BLOGGER software, compensates somehow, and places the format back into the way I had it on my own PC Office System Program, or 3.1 Open Office. I keep hoping for WORDPRESS to install the similar software, but I have come to see their game. I think if I am willing to pony up a nominal 25 dollar fee each year, not bad at all; they will give me a real domain, so I plan to do this; as long as I can post up my songs, my blogs, my photographs, and stuff the way I do at the Blogger site, and have it all work; links, all of it. If this was $25 per month, I could not afford it, but 2 dollars and change, per month is reasonable enough for me to say yes, and agree to this 'dot me' thing. Hay, like the fucking lady at 1101 Robin Hill Apartments, when I was next door to her, in late 1983, and into 1984; at 1102 Apartment number; said to me through the door that afternoon early in 1984, “It's ME”, and later on, I had a powerful dream where she forced me onto the roof of the building, and gave me excruciating pain by some magical power, that blows me away every time to this day, that I so much as remember that 'dream' for even a tiny little fucking second. In the dream she again reiterated only slightly varying her words spoken through my door in waking life or in this universe; I AM A 'ME', and this wild shit was all written down in my 'so-called' fictional 1994 book, copyrighted in WASH-DOC-600-13, called, “The Permission Barrier”. In waking life she said something equally awesome and outlandish to me through my dam door. She said I need to know something, and that if I do not open the door, and let her come in and tell me; I will regret it for the rest of my life. Is anyone reading this, seeing this word yet, 'WOW'?





A very beautiful full moon is shinning out there above me, 99% full and still waxing, becoming full at around noon today. I LOVE YOU BEAUTIFUL LUNA, MY SPECIAL BABY BLOND, AND MY WONDERFUL AND AWSOME LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA ARTEEMIS, AND I'LL NEVER EVER LET YOU GO, NOT FOREVER AND FOREVER AND FOREVER, MY ENDLESS LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 657 and 123, but does that equal 1984 or 1983, or even the mighty all seeing Mister fiction book author Orwell???????????????? Where does 'megawater' fit into this, and for that matter the great 'SUNRAM'? This is what all came flooding back to me, in early 1996, under intense psycho-therapy hypnotism; at the Wolf Clinic, on Main Street, in Moorestown, NJ, right next to REMOMAX. Wow, Mike Sotas. Bad news, you're no competition with Super-Girl Keisha. So bring those fire engines roaring, OTAMM-MILI-2-FORCE, WEEEEEEEEEEE. Still with all of this said, the entire interaction of all of the twine all over the world, creates the IF (Interaction Force), and within that force, is the very gun powder that is needed to work the magic of what I have spoken rarely about over nearly seven and a half years of my blogging now, “REALITY-THREE”. We will get real deep into Reality-3, very very soon.





Diana, I saw your wonderful moon on the Jupiter Cam, all orange and lovely and creamy-dreamy, my endless love. I am your little boy forever and ever, baby-blond; and will be with you very soon, lovely one. IWALU, BB (baby-blond)!!!!!!!!!!!!





























That was what it was before the WORST MOTHER FUCKING DAY OF 2013 CAME IN, FRIDAY, it is now Saturday Morning at 25 minutes past mother fucking midnight, electrical number three cubed, (27) April, 2013. Yesterday was a major super fucking BOTBAR DAY. Folks, I have a hell of a monster fucking story to impart to you all today, and if you're not in the mood for a really major talk with the Mountainpen here, move it over to the ''NEXT-BLOG'', I strongly urge you, but staying here will result in some pillow talking from DAD, and many other things. They were warned, and they did not care or they called my fucking bluff, or 'whatever', Congressman, but that old saying of Dawn-Marie King is quite fitting here good peeps, “It is what it is”, and again, it appears to be quite magically buried or cosmically perhaps, as this contains the built in Goddess of Babylon, both and either one of them, now or back then; my lovely wonderful and beautiful, who else; ISIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













OK people, here is what happened, and no one will believe it, and I am typing it for my own record, not so that anyone anywhere will see it and believe it. Shit all fucking mighty, if I were you and you were me; I know I wouldn't believe it, so maybe that tells you to hit that NB button now. This will get deeper than your wildest fucking fantasies, sweet adorable Alice Vera Mel, not greedy Fisher MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







It is nine minutes shy of one, and I will be calling 911 if this all day long party, across the hall, does not stop. IT HAS BEEN DOORS, DOORS, DOORS, SLAMMING ALL MOTHER FUCKING DAY LONG. I do not have to take this after one in the mother fucking cunt lapping dick chewing MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! Actually, it was pretty quiet until 3 in the afternoon, then one by one, these evil vile uncouth monster slobs, begin filing in; and by quarter past four late yesterday afternoon, it was slam slam bang, and still is, at one in the cunt eating morning. I have a powerful feeling, the FUCKING CUNT POLICE WILL BE HERE, BEFORE THE SUN RISES. I WILL NOT BE ABUSED THIS WAY, AND JUST SIT FUCKING HERE AND EAT THIS FUCKING SHIT, FROM THESE FUCKING TWISTED DISEASED MONSTERS, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They know the other neighbor is away, my pal Stanley, or they would not make this much cock licking fucking noise all day and night; but if only I AM HERE, 1988 or no fucking 1988; PROPHET OF FUCKING CUNT MCDONALD'S NOTHING; THEN I'LL GET ROYALLY AND TOTALLY FUCKING ASS SCREWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But if this day was just THIS HORRIBLE MONSTER OVER ACROSS THE FUCKING HELL-HALL, WITH HIS DIRT BAG EVIL SCUM BAG PEEPS; I could take it, but unfuckingfortunately for me; this is only a part of my fucking hell on this beyond MONSTER ASS FUCKING DAY FROM HELL CUBED CUBED CUBED AND CUBED, AND BEYOND ANY NORMAL ASS FUCKING CUNT LAPPING B—O—T—B—A—R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







Far beyond seeing constant fucking CLOCK-ONES, and other constant ONES-ATTACKS from Miss Dirtbag Jane Sleazeweedsdisease BITCH, from 20 years ago, in fucking cunt eating '93; I have dropped shit, injured myself, been attacked in all possible ways including one of the worst health death ray beam assaults ever, where I was on the toilet for hours; and I was one fucked up shit head duck. I will tell you all something right now before even getting really into the heart and the meat of yesterday's beyond SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY: That fucking rotten 1983 song has caused me a mountain top and an ocean basin of trouble, that none of you out here have a clue about; as I know since no one wants to go and listen to it, and I know because the count never changes on my YT account, when I deduct my views and my link up posts. Well, I will not say none, but maybe, and I mean MAYBE, it has been hit 6-10 times, and I said and will reiterate again, MAYBE!!!!!!!!!!!! As I speak, my twelfth fucking MORTY MORTINO DEATH ANDROID attack is striking me on my mother fucking cunt eating right side, the eleventh one was when I was shortly into starting this blog, and I have no time to waste on that dirt bag prick, reporting every visitation from this shit ass buttwipe clown, YO YO YO YO!!! Here is the real fucking shit, and it happened when I crashed out for the night around just past 2 AM on Friday fucking ass morning, BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







I WAS TAKEN BACK TO PROVINCE ''WEIRD''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was done totally against my will, as it was in late June of fucking pussy huffing two thousand and dick eating eight. For those that may not have a clue, this is a condition-interaction of the Astral-Plane, so far away from the normal interactions of Province-Olympia, that no words would be usable here, it would be the distance of about a quintillion orbits around the hypersphere universe of ours while we're awake on this so-called, “Physical-Plane”. Diana was with me, and the LAMBRIGG CULT forced an unconditional surrender of myself and my air-ship, the Ricktown-1, and we went through a gigantic pipe like one of those municipal water pipes, only about 50 miles in diameter, otherwise, appearing just like one of them here in the fucking ass waking world, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Diana was allowed to remain with me for a while, then she was mysteriously made to vanish away, and they tortured me beyond anything imaginable. The agony was like 1000 years of someone stabbing your body all over, and you cannot bleed out and die, or you do, and then you just instantly experience some bizarre tissue and blood regeneration. This then happens over and over, and the agony gets worse as the interaction of seeming-time passes in the ongoing torment and torture. Now I know that this is real, what I am now going to tell you, and nothing similar to this has happened to fucking cunt me, since Christmas time, in the fucking year of 2007, at my place of employment, the Cifaloglio Garage, near Folsom, New Jersey, USAESMWG!!!











I died of a fucking stroke in 'my sleep' last night, it happened, and I totally fucking know that this happened. The agony on the Astral-Plane was somehow able to connect into my body here in waking ordinary consciousness, to a sufficient level, so as to fucking kill me, and it was a stroke, and it was fucking horrible. Now comes the wilder part, my good folks. I woke up and somehow crawled to the hallway, and yelled for help, and was taken to the hospital; where I was pronounced fucking DEAD there. Then I was asleep again; and this cycle went on and on for what seemed as long as the fucking torture that caused it to happen in the first fucking place. When I finally came out of this experience, I jumped out of bed, tripped and fell, yelled, and ran for a light, any fucking light, and I will not be able to sleep without a bright light on for a very fucking cunt lapping long while, just like after my fatal heart attack and other horrible shit from my early blogging days of super SIEGE AND PUMMELING ATTACK FROM THIS LAMBRIGGER CULT OF HELL ITSELF, NOTICE PLEASE, THAT I DID NOT SAY FROM HELL. I said OF HELL, and fuck you MICROSOFT, NOT ODF, screw your dam hack, I am not in the mother fucking ass mood for that shit right about now, YO!







You do not need to know everything, but I will tell you all one thing, DOROTHY GLINDASISTERTRAIL: NO I DO NOT SURRENDER; NOT AFTER THIS SIEGE AND DEATH-HELL ASSAULT, YOU MOTHER FUCKING PIECES OF DIRTY ASS ROTTEN FUCKING MONKEY CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Folks, the real joke is that you don't, and cannot ever, know half of what is going on, and if I told, even though I am a certified fucking fruitcake; it would be Chappaquiddick Bridge for me, and then McGuire would light up my remains and I'd fucking glow for a day and a fucking ass half, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One thing this OZ-man can tell you, is that Bluebook Warren and the rest of the WASH-DOCK gang from 13-600-ville, are all clueless to a lot of shit that is right under their nose. They all think they're all that up there in the capitol, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, Dawn and DAD willya gimme a fucking bweak there Mister cunt eating Elmer Fwudddddd?????????????? TANKS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We are NOT playing with TIME TRAVELERS, just travelers, and folks, you are saying to yourself right about now, no doubt, what the fuck do you mean, and my response is that if you need to say that after all this fucking ass Morianity; I cannot aid you in just more mere fucking lingo made up of mere combinations of alphabet letters. It won't work. This is what the gods know about that tongue shit, they're not fucking talking about some real cool make out sessions, YO!!!!!!!!!!! I have been fatally car crashed, struck dead by Diana, poisoned with non-Mace-cans, shot, stabbed, crushed by a freight train, chocked and strangled, and not crashed in a car to my death once, but on several occasions; and something WON'T FUCKING LET ME DIE, yet if you came over and shot me; to your frame of reference, I would be dead and forever gone, and so 'THAT', is the real fucking PROVINCE WEIRD ROCKDROID EQUATION, sir Rotten Berry, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No aha-aha-aha tonight, Mike fucking cunt McNulty, old 1971 pal; just not in the fucking ass mood. So sorry Mister 1941 Ambassador of fucking cunt lapping JAPAN, huh lovely daughter PEE K-------omicassi????????????????? My life dwarfs the fucking SECOND WORLD WAR, 10 million times; or should I just keep my cuzz happy and say five meeeyun? Cut me 1, Marge Leo!










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