Sunday, June 23, 2013

MORIANITY PART V, CHAPTER XCII, MARK WAYNE MOHR IS IN ETERNAL FUCKING HELL, AND KNOWS IT, DO YOU?









Thursday, November 1, 2007

RT&PRF BLOG #30 HELP ME SAR LORD-STACEY

Rats, Tats, and Playing real Football-subtitled THE PROLOGUE TO “THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT-INTERNET VERSION”.
Thursday-----------------------110107.755 on this darkening evening
DATFILE XIII------------------Blog #30 and final blog under this title

I am under a horrendous attack from the milituforce Otammites or the MO as I them abbreviated. Mo is murdering me illegally, VIOLATING MY CIVIL, COCSTITUTIONAL, AND HUMAN RIGHTS, with major constant sky-Scylla attacks, bad chemtrailing, and plenty of loud and low private planes, military planes, choppers, all loud and low and military. The attack all week is bad, but today was brutal, and all though yesterday was not quite as bad in the sky, they shot me illegally with a death beam at the HAMMONTON LIBRARY, NJUSAESMWG. They messed with Himacane’s computer big time and it was out 4 some time, even called Comcast, but they assured us they had no outage, and they were indeed correct. The modem had been messed with by these evil gods, the MO. The Millionth Council is attacking me worse recently than I have seen 4 years, and I fully plan to move off to a remote island for 100 years or so, and come back when things die down, under a totally new identity. If I have 2, I will go away longer than this. TRUCK ALL OF U DICK IN THE MOUTHS!!!!!!!!!! To my friends and MORIANS, please forgive my rotten-French here and all over, none of this derogatory stuff is directed towards any of U, the ones that it is know precisely who the TRUCK they R. When a million Hubble telescopes all put together still makes these pricks unable 2 look up high enough 2C whale excrement, that is LOW, and not 1-18 roulette numbers boo!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pussy-command is off the dial as a result of days of pure unadulterated siege and dearth-hell. I had 2 practically brush some real young stuff out of my way today, it is so totally unbelievable, it isn’t as though I am some 6 foot five inch 250 pound muscle gymnasium stud that looks like a movie star, no, I am old and fat and ugly as hell and flabby, and short and shrimpy. It is a story that cannot B expected 2B believed, but then what is that I normally say??????? MO thinks they R so safe as they know I am onto their games, and will not do one thing 2 ever flirt back and try to get around the bases with any of these flirtatious and aggressive girls and women, and yes, girls, some of them at a store today, a pharmaceutical chain, were barely able to legally drive an automobile, chronologically. The same plane has been dogging me off and on since the end of last weekend, and over the guard station last Sunday, the winds were too high and strong 4 the legal flying of normal small planes, I know all of the wind and altitude rules and regs, I make it my bizz 2 know, so I can say something is indeed a violation, and that these dirt bags R messing with and persecuting me straight 2 my death grave, only it does not exist, 4 me.

Muzak teasing is off the scale major at every store I go into, and the Cat of Callioville, is also messing with me big time. If I had my way, no entertainment world stuff would ever B on, I would ignore them totally. They impress me like 55 tons of ugly stinky loose moose and goose shit.

I have A RETRACTION 3 PRINT, about Jim Whaelon, the Mayor of ACNJUSAESMWG B4 Levy and Langford. I assumed things and misunderstood things that my very good friend Mizz Ann Silva had said 2 me. B4I go on with this topic, they tried 2 stop me from sending my most recent project 2 the UNITED STATES LIBRARY OF CONGRESS OFFICE OF COPYRIGHTS yesterday by knocking out Ed’s computer completely as soon as I called the © office on the telephone and found out that I could download a PA [performing-Arts] copyright form and use the printed out sheets, as I misplaced my “copyright” files, and needed 2 get it off in the mail yesterday, 4 extremely personal reasons that Apollo-Lucifer-Dirtbagshithead knows all 2 well. I hate his miserable trucking guts and all though I am madly in love with his twin sister Diana Zudlecronessia Arteemis, he and his Briggers or the LAMBRIGG CULT @ THE BRIGGBASE IN THE OLYMPIAN PROVINCE ON THE ASTRAL PLANE, make me miserable with their MILLIONTH COUNCIL-MO continual attacks and various kinds of wicked vicious shit day and night in my infinite life humanly in the great HS, HYPERSPACE. U all C in consciousness, a line in time instead of the special reality that we all dream down from our spiritual or astral being ness which is an original dream down that is out and away from the only truth which is the VOID INFINITY. The gods R fucking with me the gods are fucking with me and Ed can believe whatever he wants, but the font changes were not done by me, they just started occurring. What U call on Earth Satan and the devil, or God the All Mighty, R powerful astral plane gods, and if U would believe me, U would then B on your way towards seeing many other big time truths happening all around all of us and our pathetic sick diseased twisted wicked world. The daytime television serial decades ago, Dark Shadows, showed this cult and its leader, SATAN, call it what the hell ever, Nick Blair called him by one of his more obscure names of Diabolis. This is where our English word diabolical comes from. The plot may indeed B purely a random chance coincidence, but it is real and is Y forces led Mr. Frid, the one whom played the part of BARNABAS COLLINS, the main character of the show, 2 suddenly develop an interest in returning to New York Vaudeville work, and basically ended the show on a very sudden and abrupt note. The Leviathans did not like, or should I say the Lamist Cult from the Briggbase at and on the phase 2 realities on the ASTRAL PLANE, in the GREAT PROVINCE OLYMPIA. Remember Shadows fans, the whole deal when Jeb Hawks and his Leviathan’s, under the control of Satan and his henchman on Earth, Nicholas Blair, were attempting to regain and siege power and control over the Earth MW or PHYSICAL PLANE as the great ECKANKAR SOUND AND LIGHT RELIGION would label it, and the Wall Street guru Skylar Rumson whose stocks all crashed after Nicky and Lucy turned off the power manipulator that was blessing them. If this all was a huge coincidence television show, who am I 2 argue this point? I am not buying it for one astral minper. The show was super successful and then bang zap zonk bam crash Adam West and Batman, it is off the air one day without so much as a whisper of freaking notice!!!!!!!!!!!! All of this is real and not a bit fictional. I have lived through a nightmare that supports that this is all totally real and true, and will testify in any legal proceedings in a court of law, at any time and any place, Donna. There is just way 2 much 2 expand on presently in this area, and this is what another future blog is there 4, so stay-C tuned pweeeeeze!!!!!!!

Death angels R constant, the aerial siege is worse than ever in my life, and so R many other sieges. Giant girls R crawling out of the damn wood work. These Millionth Council forces use 4 main HELL-GROUPS in this war 2 wipe me out and destroy and totally annihilate me: ANIMALS, WEATHER, MACHINES, AND LAST BUT IN NO WAY LEAST HUMANS. There is no way 2 ever win, it is like saying I can put a bug into a room with a child and let them fight it out 2 the death, and need I really say more. It is an ant colony facing a bulldozer. I know I am never going 2 get any help and that I am in eternal hell, I do not wonder about it as I once did, I totally trucking know this factually.

Y would forces want me not 2 send stuff 2 the copyright office, these same forces that for 21+ years have been totally wrecking and ruining my life with this parallel event nightmare game or ICPE? Every time I send a project off 4 copyright, the stock market flies and flies up and up and up and up like a sling freaking shot. So Y then were they fighting me in overdrive in overtime yesterday from doing something that has a proven track record 4 more than 2 straight decades, 2B super bullish 4 Wall Street? Every time that admitantly, I think I have cracked some deep logic that pertains to MO or this Millionth Council, I soon come 2 learn, I am in reality no closer in really figuring out this maze of misery than I was 2, 5, 10, 25 years ago, and I know that I never ever will fucking B!!!!!!!!!!! It is me the crawling little ant thinking that I have the slightest chance in Dogtown of taking on and eventually beating the child that has been pitted against me in the play room.

So what is the sixth dimension and the next logical question is, who made me god or king of all omniscient knowledge so how do I know these things, and aren’t I just a sick delusional arrogant slob? The answer is quite unequivocal and blatant in your face whether U may like it or not, NO. I am not suffering through any psychotic delusions and yes I do have this knowledge. A resident manager 2 an apartment building 4 senior citizens where I did work as a security officer around the turn of the decade of the eighties into the nineties of the prior century, caught another guard intentionally engaging me in conversations after first hiding a micro cassette recorder in the desk drawer in this building’s lobby. He knew of my plight, the manager that is, and the guard somewhat, but Nate, the resident manager told me that night B4 he went to bed 4 the night, as I was on th11-7 AM work shift, “I thought U were a total nut case up until today, and now I want U2 stay away from my wife and me and our kid. I no longer think UR crazy at all, I totally believe U” I stared in disbelief and simply asked him what had occurred to bring this sudden shift of thought pattern into his mind. He said back 2 me B4 walking away and shutting his apartment door and never again speaking 2 me,” When IC one security guard secretly recording another security guard after witnessing him intentionally baiting U into several conversations this past week, well, that did it so lets leave it there, k?” No sir/mam, you’ll just have 2 forgive me when I tell U that I am not deluded nor psychotic, nor mentally ill, at least no more than would B expected after surviving the worst life imaginable, beyond the sick mind of Hitler himself.

When I am all through, my website will not in any way even remotely resemble the way it is today and has been 4 the year that it has existed. It will contain many hours and days worth in combined time that will B filled 2 the brim rim with sound bites including legally recorded telephone conversations, and not limited by any means 2 any of a few things that quickly I could list 4 the sake of this blog. This will eventually B a 24/7/365.2422 streaming A/V website with independently made short films will B downloadable, as I fully plan 2 hire actors and actresses and do movies, as money will B no problem, once the markets reach 20 and 30 thousand and I have 10 contracts on Dow Futures, as opposed to my small existing account. I intend 2 get all of U back 4 what U all have done against me since the freaking day that I was born as MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN. It is only a matter of time until U’ll B ducking and running 4 cover and looking over YOUR shoulder, instead the reverse for 20 something years. The 6th dimension is a reality, not a place, that is Y the multiverses or products of thought-memory-waves, come to result in the manner that they indeed do. There was a huge reason 4 my organizational big brother when I was 13 years old as Mountainpen, named John Henningsen, to give me the strange motorcycle chain that he gave 2 me one day. I saw it in his rented apartment on KINGS HIGHWAY, in Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG, while cleaning his messy place in exchange for “chore remuneration’ as he antiquatedly referred 2 it as, he was a bit old-school, and all though only 26 years old, looked 40, and acted older than this, and I will admit that this is indeed from the point of view of a child, but I still know what I know bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!!!! The 6th dimension and the gods of all of the astral planes of the nearly limitless multiverses that each contain one astral realm, interconnect, as they really have quite a fascinating interaction together in both attempting 2 influence the great Lawtrons of the 7th dimension, but it still all goes beyond anything I ever have told, unless I keep to the ultimate simplicity that really is all that is going on in the ultimate big picture of any conceivable cosmiversallity. This is that they R aware that they exist and can never shut this existence off, REACH OBLIVION-THE GREAT NIRVANA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U either exist and therefore as time is simply a by-product of existence, never can not exist, or else, U do not exist, and thereby never can exist. The exim-ratio is a magic shuffling in the 8th dimension that would take 1000 years to touch on with blogs, so forget it. Still this 8th dimension is the reality that causes thought waves to generate physical counterpart realities of themselves that hold to an approximate temperature of 2.7 degrees Kelvin, as above or below this programmed super cold temperature, would not permit the exim-ratio to function, and it is as simple as that. We will follow along these pathways just a bit at a later time this or most likely next week, things R very bad, and much is needed 2B said, M U C H!!!!!!!!!!!!

Quickly 4 now, to get tack o my retraction of James Whealon. Ann Silver told me that it was Sonny McCullough and not her friend Jim that was rotten, and that pops was even more of a dirt bag. Jim is indeed a friend of Levy, both worked the beaches and were major womanizers, hay, what lifeguard isn’t a womanizing scum shit 4 crissake?????? But 2 quote Ann today, Jim is a good man deep inside, and hopes that he tries 2 keep the sauce 2 a minimum. I told the world over the past 2 years how dirty the Atlantic City politics R and where the stock market would go, but no, don’t listen 2 this poor whittle delusional sicko!

WHERE THE TRUCK R U MULLICA TOWNSHIP POLICE AND NEW JERSEY STATE POLICE, I AM GETTING PUMMELED AND HAMMERED, AND MY MOTHER WAS BRUTALLY MURDERED, DOES IT TAKE MY FREAKING MURDER AS WELL B4U TAKE ME AT ALL SERIOUSLY?

I HAVE SENT MY BLOGGER DOT COM INFORMATION AND MY WEBSITE ADDRESS, ALONG WITH MY 2007 MUSICAL PROJECT 2 THE UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE, www.morianity-foundation,com.

I will expose this pure filthy evil if it takes me hundreds of freaking rock chucking flock ducking runt slapping years and Tom Reale queers. END TRANSMISSION of DATE AND TIME FILE XIII.

GOOGLE-SWIS-WORLD LAB official web documentation MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN: All blogging is co-copy written in these names if these names R on these blogs.







Mountainpen makes a comment at 4:07 PM on June 23, 2013 good folks out here. TIME TRAVEL IS VERY REAL, BUT IT IS CALLED EXPLORATRONICS. YOU BUTT WIPES WON'T CHECK OUT ONE THING I ASK YOU, what a pale ,of dying fish losers you all are, I offered the world, and you sat there puking all over me, ya' fucking turds!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







Yes folks, my git bag fucking neighbors slam the doors, and everyone else takes my money and laughs at me. And then some few decent folks actually wonder why the historic accounts in the religious circles, claim this world is bent to a dark side, or a fallen sin nature is all within ourselves? Well don't wonder, as DNA proves this is all true, and so does DNA-MORIANITY, in many varying ways, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











The Staples Store ripped me off big time. They sent me an asshole who took 100 dollars from me, posted my music video onto the youtube, and not one person viewed it, and not one person has viewed one thing on my account for months, it is total dead blockaded activity, and a total violation of my right to free speech under the First Amendment to the United States cunt sniffing Constitution.

There is no way, that nobody ever wants to view one single thing I have ever posted on Youtube, and I have just finished writing a letter to the United States Attorney General, Carbon Copy (CC) State AG, Pam Bondi, FCC, FTC, and ACLU, my letter is directed to several foreign media sources, telling my plight. But what I was told by someone in strictest confidence, makes me want to murder some fucking people, only they are not WORTH, my spending my remainder of my life in cunt fucking sucking asshole prison. I only cunt lapping mother fucking thought that 2012 was bad, and 2011 even more horrific before that, or maybe they were just equally mother fucking horrendous, who can really mother fucking ever really measure shit like this with any real ass fucking accuracy? This isn't over, world. I have had hundreds of things ripped off that I did, and it is still ongoing, I have been robbed and raped both physically and financially, and all roads lead to two things no matter how I go out of my way to try to not make it so. One is my enemies in Atlantic City in general, and the other is this rotten miserable family from fucking H---E---L---L!!!!!!!



My apartment is totally packed up, and within days, I am leaving forever, and where I go is nobody's mother fucking dick chewing bees wax. My blogs will end, and I will eventually pull them all down along with the Youtube account. Facebook already was disabled some time ago when they fucked with me hyper fucking time on that stinking rotten ass bullshit. I do not mind a fair level playing field, but a retarded fucking cripple can see when some power beyond anyone's furtherest concepts and controls, is doing a never-ending life-murder of slow agonizing fucking cunt torment and torture of my pathetic fucking life, and this is what all began the very night that I used my Magnesonic Machine, to try and take the great SSJKK out, never realizing she was the almighty Goddess ISIS. She was already angry with me for doing that song, and throwing her telephone number out my car window on the trip home from NYNY that late second night in August of 1986. She remembered it all only too fucking well, as 10 years to the day, was that fucking brutal assault on me and my poor elderly defenseless mother at the Turnersville Pathmark Shopping Center. This family has no shame at all, NONE, NONE, NONE, Squire fucking Star Trek Trilane, and touche to you too buddy. You grow heads as fast as I grow enemies and curses, BRO!



I paid 100 fucking dollars and was promised a Youtube page that would get a few hits once in a while. I intend to report the Staples Store to all of the proper authorities, as I was totally fucking ripped off, and will be letting them know this very very fucking soon, and if they still will not help me successfully get to the bottom of shit or refund some of my money, then my letters will be all dropped at the post office, when I send my copyright for the new song, next week, in one fell swoop counterstrike on the evil WOMO-MILITUFORCE. This magic bullet family does not scare me, if I have to slam my AEB onto a hard surface and end seven and a half billion lives, then so be it. Flint and Mark, the test of power, pushed to the wall, right Captain Kirkrush?









Well, how many out here have read or remembered my older blogs that talk about the GODDESS SARAH JACOBSON, from school, along with Watergate, Steve the Jock, and so much more, huh Molly Ringworm Ringwald????????????????????????? This is just an opener for right now good folks. Well, Molly, you can hate the Microsoft Spell-Checker too girl!!!!! WHAAAAAA, WEEEE-NA.







HERE WE GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











THIS PHOTOGRAPH NOW BEING POSTED BY ME, IS COURTESY OF THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC SOCIETY, WOW! Wanna square off Roseann?








Now the greatest fish in the whole dam bay, wants to share a little more information with this blind foolish Planet Earth, AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE MCNULTY!!!





Talk about the GODDESS SARAH JACOBSON, from school, you say, fine, it's time, sir Barnabas, without any towns catching on 2012 McGuire fire, right ANGEL ANDREWS of PEE'S 60th-dimension? Yes folks, you can bet we will talk some more about Sarah, as well as what she has done to me for trillions and trillions of mother fucking years. Sharkey says, keep reading, as you ain't seen so much as Al Jolson's asshole yet!!!



























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December 12, 2006


More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)






DON'T CLICK (THE TOP), SINCE I FINALLY REDID THE VIDEO, AND POSTED IT AT THE SITE SHOWN ABOVE. 'WEEEEE-NA'! Don't waste your time clicking anywhere. I will be removing this shit and clearing and deleting all of my social media accounts, including blogger and youtube. I will not keep banging my head, or my fists, Misses Wonderful Marola, through brick walls, not any more!

People all hate my music so much, fine, this is why I hate yours as world, world. Simple fair is fair physics. KMA!!!!!!!!!!

















THIS IS MORIANITY, PART FIVE, AND PLEASE BELIEVERS AND L-4 FOLKS, TRY AND HAVE YOURSELVES A VERY VERY NICE DAY.



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Tuesday, October 30, 2007

THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME DATFILE XII

RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL
TUESDAY EVENING 103007.742 DATFILE XII
Here at Ed Himacane’s Place, I now BEGIN TRANSMISSION:
THIS IS BLOGGER SITE BLOG # 29

I fell under bad nasty siege today, and the Flyers Hockey team will as a result tonight, KICK FUCKING ASS. The Dow Jones Industrials and their jack off NASDAQ will continue 2 FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-STRAIGHT TO THE DISTANT STARS, without looking back, going 2 14K+ in November, and by the end of the year, straight up to 15,17, and higher, into 17, 18, 19, and 5-digit 20,000 points by May of oh eight!!!!!!!!!!! The weekend was lighter than normal, but they made up 4 it 2 day with aerial siege early and going strong throughout the day, bringing me some nice pussy-command. This is another IPE or Invisible Parallel Event, like bi-parameter number play at a roulette table. I was expecting it, with fully tensed stomach muscles Houdini. When I all ready know it will B there, I can throw up a board that lessens the stomach punch a little bit thank the gods. Monday was quiet, but as U know, they got their way with a huge Dow gain on Friday, as I predicted in all of my blogs ending on the prior week. The only thing that went OK empire-wise was the Eagles, but that is because when they lose one or two games, I control the world forces that make things happen by using what I call the KILL-HIS-CREDABILITY methodology. So I type in the Blogging Title of Rats and Tats, and then say PLAYING REAL NON-EAGLES football, and then this makes the next time that they play come out a WIN. I do not care who believes in what I say, as I know I speak the absolute truth, and I know Y all the entire creation is here, and how it got here, and have done my mega-best 2 explain this 2 the world through this present time internet computer system. U will believe what U want 2, and I can try and make UC the truth until the brown eyed cows and Callio’s come home, and it will change nothing. This little bit of simple wisdom was learned by me by the RPL printer, big Mike, back in late 1980, when he said 2 me one cold day, “U cannot do one diddly little thing 2 change anything around here, live with it or quit”. He was absolutely right, and I cannot make people think or believe a single thing that they don’t wish 2. People laugh in these modern science days when they watch the movie “THE EXORCIST”, with that lovely cute Linda Blair, especially in her remake of the Ex-2. It is not a bunch of bull shit, it is fucking real. I have had bed shaking, non-induced astral projection, and objects appearing, vanishing, and moving, just not anywhere near in intensity as in the movies, but crissake, ask yourself, what is like in the MOVIES? Hollywood is in business 2 bring us the exaggerated version of reality. It must B based on some reality, then in various amounts and degrees, EXAGGERATED!!!!!!!!!! But if it is based on nothing we viewers can ever in any possible way relate 2, who would watch 4 very long? This is topic that needs a major elucidated expansion on, at a later time when I have more time, things R screed up 4 me right now, and time is very limited.

I have no time to play games with spell checker, I know perfectly well what I am trying 2 say, and if U do not like it, then U do not have 2 like it, but I will print it, so ef-U. Moving on, there is much that needs talking about, and early in November, it will B, as well as errors and PBE will B corrected and entries and new posts will also B added 2 Web-pages on my site at www.morianity-foundation.com. $ now, I need 2 share a very lucid interaction from last night when I lost consciousness shortly past midnight, or as the MW puts it, when I went 2 bed and 2 sleep. I had a major lucid dream. Do not confuse vivid with lucid, as U can have a dream so vivid that it can stay with U all day like it is bigger than the life around your so called waking world, but this is not lucidity. Lucidity in a dream is when U right there in the dream know that UR in a non wakeful condition and R fully U and aware and conscious, yet not bodily as this is where your body seems 2B, yet U know that your body is back in bed, and U know what the date is, where UR living, and the whole 9 yards of your life. Now some tell in dream books that in a lucid dream, U can make the characters and the dream itself move and alter and conform 2 your will, and who am I 2 argue. I know that if U can do this, UR bi-located in a locale in hyperspace, HS, where it works 4U in this manner. I read the story of the lucid dreamer who realized his dragon nightmare was his cigarette smoking problem, and he confronted the dragon and realized all of this and even upon waking, broke his smoking habit, and I say HIP HIP HURRAY 4 him. A positive resulted, and he was in a hyperspace [play-field] which I will get into later. My lucid dreams R what I have termed in the last calendar year THIRD THING HAPPENINGS, TTH 4 short abbreviation. I called them various things starting on the night of December 7th, 1969. Aste, the lady who’s unknown named husband who took my chain away from my friend Brad Messenger and I back in June of 1969, came 2 me in a lucid dream that I never as yet touched on, and told me that my 8th grade history teacher, Mrs. Moldoff at the Haddon Township High School was intentionally placed in an automobile accident because of something she did regarding my education, and this is a long and complex story that later on in adult life was checked out and 4 the most part, totally verified. About the interaction last night, Sarah Karge was in it, and some of Nina Soifer’s best friends, as well as a strange Hispanic male about 25 years of age, and his girlfriend. There was no changing or rearranging this ‘dream’. But I knew I was in a [DREAM]. There was a strange lady who came out of the sea and said some strange things 2 a lifeguard in ACNJUSAESMWG, and within my earshot, and his. I have no memory of his name, but he was a very good friend of mine in this interaction, this fact *I was totally aware of. I will end this all though we could exchange many more things that occurred and detail many wild things, but basically, I ended up at the Teck Bay Mystery School with a friend of Gawki, another Mystic-guru-professor there, and Sarah Karge was being talked about by a dude looking as a human male with eyeglasses, about five feet six inches or so in height, 175 pounds, heavy in the middle and typical middle age in build, appearing as about 45-55 years of age as would B humanly perceived. The point I have time only now 2 convey, is that these characters were in no way under my control, I tried, and it does not work. Yet I knew totally that it was, as U would perceive the reality, A DREAM!!!!!!! The elevator room or the D-6 is involved in this. As 4 the Lois Foca 1980 and the Chain 1969 interactions and lucid TTH it must B told that there R indeed what the church used 2 feel more comfy saying, demonic spiritual forces and I know it, but the movies amplify and exaggerate it 2 the point where people say it is ridiculous and untrue, fiction and entertainment. U all R so wrong, and have doomed yourselves 2 a hell of super high technology that UR totally able to get a small clue on at the present time. When I would swim in pools 10-12 years ago using my ‘forward’ ability 2 propel, the kids on the swim team would say;” look, that is so way cool”. Once, I went faster than a guy with a buggy board and foot flippers, and still, it is simply cool. The world would not know spiritual realities or the re-tracing of the master Messiah if it came up and bit them straight dead center on the ass. The Millionth Council has some good entities in it, but one third of them R called the Briggers, they own our business world and Wall Street, and some secret sects and cults in Japan; know of this tucked away secret reality. It got Dark Shadows put off the air, the whole Sky Rumson thing, none of this is fictional, and this world soon will BURN FOREVER IN INFITE ETERNAL HELL, and won’t even B aware of it. Amazing but true, and the gods do not totally believe some of what I say, but I know the truth. END TRANSMISSION OF DATFILE XII.

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The only thing real is void infinity. The only thing going on outside it in a wild cosmic dream, is EXPLORATRONICS. But someone went BACK THROUGH TIME half a dozen years, and began getting powerful followings on the net, using this word. Whoever reads my blogs, they all are MILITUFORCE, and so this project will be ending, I am not banging the walls for your amusement any longer, great and powerful misses Maroloz from 1969. My head and hands are bleeding enough now, and I do not want my renters beyond the locked door at the end of the Flower-wing, to get too dam excited. IT'S TIME, Mister fucking McNulty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, October 25, 2007

DATFILE 00000XI BLOG #28


Rats, Tats, and Playing Real Football (NON-Eagles) that is, BLOG #28
Prior Blogging Datfile 00000X was Blog #27, forgot to enter this.
DATFILE 00000XI
102507.758, Thursday evening here at the Cane’s pad, I am BEGINNING TRANSMISSION.

Many typographical blogging errors will B amended on this and future blogs, what I call “Prior Blogging Errors” or shortened 2 [PBE’s] One from memory hits me right now from re-reading my print outs, which I print out as I fully intend 2 send these 4 blogs 2 the LOC, Office of Copyrights, very shortly, as soon, I will B heading off for Hawaii, or some place far away from this area of Atlantic City, the stock market hub in New York City, and Philadelphia and its hockey and baseball teams, and this evil trilogy, and the ICPE nightmare hell that I have been forced 2 suffer through for the same amount of years as it takes a new born baby to reach the age of majority. The first PBE was that the zero never printed out on the word program, while I was discussing the clock, and that there R 1,440 minutes in one day on this planet, not 144, sahwee there rich prince, and yes I do have a Capital One account, and love this bank very much. Moving on, dividing 1440 by 1000 moves the decimal point 3 spaces over to the left to give us 1.44 minutes to the milliday, or 1/1000th of one Earth day, which is a time period of just slightly greater than 80 seconds, or 1.44 minutes. This is why after a date, the point 250 is 6 AM, the point 500 is 12 noon, the point 750 is 6 PM, and the point 000 is midnight. One milliday past midnight is 1.44 minutes later at point001, and 10 millidays past midnight is 14.4 minutes past midnight, or 36 seconds shy of being a quarter past 12 AM, and so forth. Millidays were started by the World Lab. I also made some PBE statements regarding when I worked as a Labber here, sahwee, will work, only here in this part of HS, it is where I worked, as 2 me it happened already but in another transdimensional plane of the great HS, [hyperspace]. It was in the year of two two seven six that lots of bad stuff was starting to unfold, and no is 2 blame 4 it except me, unlike ACNJUSAESMWG’s City Council, when it is my fault, I take the responsibility and do not shuffle it off to Buffalo, or other innocent persons, I did it, I pay 4 it, the crime and the time, U know the whole Beretta thing. It was in the year of two three oh one that I was being transported in the Sky-car-100 and escaped by falling out of a hatch a mile or so off Brigantine, NJUSAESMWG. I was able unbeknown 2 the transport criminal authorities or the TCA to disable the ship and delay a destruct and jump out, they had no idea at all that I had been privy 2 lots of teck that was behind the construction of top-secret details regarding the security features of this great and famous vehicle. However, a horrible painful shot from an ASG or agony-stinger-gun, was used on me and I was hit and remember as sure as I sit here now typing on little black laptop keys at this very present minper, the pain of feeling as though I am literally on fire, both outside and inside. This is what this weapon does, it delivers a sting pain that is worse that being lit up with gas and matches lit and thrown at U. The difference is that it lasts only about half a minper, [astral-minute], and does virtually no permanent cellular damage to the victim. I remember jumping out of this thing and hitting the ocean, and then being a little child, a female, perhaps 7 or 8 years old, an Indian Squaw, playing with other young boys and girls, later coming 2 learn that this was Delaware State, USA, and that I was in the tribe of the Miquon. I grew up and married the second oldest son of the tribe’s Chief, and within a year, and several months pregnant, was shot in my head my an old English musket 4 being unfaithful, only I was innocent and was only out in a river in a canoe with the Chiefs oldest son because I was trying 2 make my husband a gift and needed his spin on what his favorite thing would B that I would B able 2 make 4 him. The youngest 3rd son of the Chief was the tribe’s best shot, and while out on this lovely river discussing this matter, I only remember falling down, not dying immediately, but slowly feeling the life going out of me, and the next thing that happened was being 8 years old a half century or so later in 1713, and my name was Benjamin Franklin. I had a good life in this sequence of dreams, and was n nothing like I was portrayed in the Bewitched show with Mizz twitchy nose Montgomery. I was muscular and well over six feet tall, and had many girlfriends as well as night ladies. Diana Arteemis never came 2 me directly while in this set of dreaming physicality, however, on my deathbed she did and told me amazing things about a future existence where I would B in a room in the sun, later on by 190 years in the first day of May, in 1980, I came to this room in the sun, but more than another full decade of time went by B4I understood that this room in the sun was an apartment living room at 4th and Preston Roads in Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG, at Robin Hill Apartments, suite #1802. Gawki Gaukauk the magic huge Black Panther Cat that is in charge of the great teck bay mystery school on the astral plane, or phase number two reality has told me that when I thought I had self-destructed the great SKYCAR-100, it was only part of the PUNIGRAM interacting with my waves, and that in truth, I was in agony and unable 2 do anything except wildly wiggle around on the floor of the vehicle screaming in excruciating pain, and was tackled and bound instantly. When I was mind-downloaded into my hell-box, in the penal room at the Brigantine Station, then totally a military base, not at all the seashore resort that is in current times, this room is huge containing tens of thousands of potential transplant boxes, called the BSPR. When I was placed into eternal hellfire and damnation as it is still thought of in today’s caveman days Geico, your ads totally SUCK. So does the constant MUZAK teasing every time I walk into a grocery store. The minute U hit the floor mat, the door opens and the Muzak is set 2 switch on, but what plays is rarely that automatic and coincidental, and I know I am not imagining this, nor am I being paranoid. Also I am not imagining the tons of giant sluts everywhere I have gone today and yesterday, the average height of the female population is just not high enough, that the statistical odds of running into a slew gang of so many giants everywhere I have been 4 two straight days, could yield a logically explainable reasoning for this absurd occurrence. Well, back on point, if Gawki the Teck Bay Lottery-Cat is correct and not just teasing me, I have always wondered, but now know totally, that indeed, I lived once in a real life, and died and went 2 eternal fucking hell.

Now I will add a little more to the mysteries part of this school that visits the mortal world from time 2 time and once landed in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, but B4 starting this, another PBE was when I was kiddingly referring 2 the Doubters Club of Missouri New Jersey, sahwee, meant obviously 2 say, MOUSAESMWG. On the Law and Order show, one of last night’s episodes claims that millions of new words R added 2 the interned every day, and I can CY. The word [kiddingly] must B an example. Spell checker gives me the red wavy lines, and I just add it 2 its dictionary, what the puke is wrong with saying kiddingly? Anyway, I was in an argument with my machine at this place at the Ellisberg Circle Shopping Center of Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG and was trying to do something Frank Sinatra’s or MY WAY. Well Blue eyes, I have a morning Light bone 2 pick with U and your crud bag fan club president who harassed me illegally and stole 30 or more thousand dollars from me, well after all, a friend of a man who publicly urinates in a casino when he feels like it, guess no shock value should B there, but back again on point, and enough about Michael dirt ball Stosny the bottom feeder lowlife and his pals that R well known by the Somerdale Police Department in NJUSAESMWG, so here I am in late October or early in November, 37 years ago back in Autumn-1970, playing with a machine that has a mind of its own that talks 2U and all. This all happened, and yet nobody believed me, not my mother, friends, or the school authorities in the school that I was going from on my bicycle, 2 go 2 on several afternoons each week. The owner of the school was there and rarely spoke a single word 2 a soul, just sat in a big office with a big black tomcat on his lap. Yeah, right out of the freaking Twilight Zone. Then I told a mysterious gang at Newton creek in West Collingswood, this girl gang all wanted 2 do me. I was not into early age sex despite living in the sixties generation and most boys would have jumped at the chance. Don’t get me wrong, I totally love women, just was a late bloomer, as basically, Sarah had my mind messed up big time, and if my theory of DS/SC being one and the same KENT/SOUP kind of a deal, then wow did Donna have a nerve, hay baby, who the Mylanta screwed me all up 2 start with? Things do not just happen by themselves, there is no perpetual motion, unless U put it into play, and even then, the 4th dimension eventually neutralizes any power. The planets will stop spinning eventually, the stars will burn up and go out, and this is just reality son!!!!!!!! As my lyrics soon 2B all added 2 my website go, www.morianity-foundation.com, “I never said U have to really like it and I never said when losing all your chips U have 2 love it, but if U think U can run 2 the CCC, U know they’re gonna drown U in the sea, sea, sea”. U have no idea how the next months will B used 2 build on my website, sound bites, pix, music additions both new and old, and much more.

Death angels R constant, and so is persecution of all types, but less severe than last week so far. I took a nasty chopper over my residence after posting my previous web log up to the Blogger site and the Mysteries site, the DATFILE TEN. Datfile –IV is also RTPRF#14. All the way back 2 the Morianity Bible Blog Chapter 1, it is merely a negative datfile number, no matter which site a blog posts, or where it is ahead or behind the current day and time, this is the datfile #, such as the Blog #30 will B DATFILE #00000XIII. By having this, I can keep track in one file, not worrying about any linear order of blogs on any particular blogging sites, other than the fact that all datfiles on any site, will B always in some ascending Roman numeral order. FLYERS WIN WIN WIN WIN, DOW JONES UP UP UP UP. How long have I said this, well 2 your point of reference, over 2 years as a Blogger. I have said this on soapbox after soapbox for 20 years now, a murderer’s prison sentence of time, and will go on saying it forever and ever. Well, told U all after Friday’s 300 plus point drop, that it would go right back up, and the giant pussy attack is being used to do this, engineered obviously by the great MILLIONTH COUNCIL. They R in charge of everything, however, they do not want 2 believe the truth that even they R inside or said perhaps a bit better, just and integral part of the upline thought of a girl by the name of Sarah Krassle. Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious called me a liar when I told him that his great eldest daughter SCYLLA as on the astral plane an eldest daughter IS a Scylla, but on the MW this name caught on 4 this mighty beauty queen, is indeed an upline girl. The Gods will not believe me so Y should those on the Mortal World, MW???????? END TRANSMISSION.

Google-Swis-World-Lab official web documentation. This transmitted message is being done by Mark Mohr under pen name of Michael Mountainpen. All blogging is copy written under these names, if these name R on these blogs. DATFILE 00000XI [eleven]. END TRANSMISSION.























Folks, shit had to start somewhere. I ain't fucking perfect. But as time ticked by, I began to clean up the lousy degraded philosophy-quality, in the same manner that a sound engineer tries to clean up dirty old days recordings, from time to time. Oh Shirley Biteneck Delaney, if you are Kent and Soup, well, twins seem to run in this wild family of so many flying yet totally magical bullets, like really???????

SLAM BANG BOOM, what a bunch of fucking jerk off nabes I must contend with month after month, and year after year, but then folks, look at the mother fucking dates on these blog entries, and tell me if my life ever changes, and then tell me, I AM N OT LIVING IN FUCKING ETERNAL COCK SUCKING ASS HELL, JUST GO AHEAD AND TELL ME THAT, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One hell of a wild imagination I have, sure good and rotten people, real wild, so then why don't they want me writing stuff for them? If you don't see the truth about all this, you're the looney-Tunes, not fucking me, YO!









Thursday, October 18, 2007------reprinted 23 June, 2013.

Where RU SCYLLA my TEEN QUEEN??? Yeah really, 68 months have gone by, and all you did was hurt me, BEG!

Ratting and tattle tailing, and playing both defensive and OFFENSIVE, ‘REAL’ FOOTBALL- better known as the title RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL, DATFILE #00000IX
This is BLOG #26 on Thursday, 101807.600

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION FROM THE END TRANSMISSION ON DATE AND TIME FILE 00000VIII, the prior blog posted on two sites:

I just returned from a totally miserable time at the Atlantic county Prosecutor’s Office, involving Paula King’s second cousin once removed. Ann Silva, Dawn’s mom, and I, sat twice now, through long multiple proceedings, and have gotten no resolution to the problem of sentencing. I knew when the Phillies blew out 1-2-3, the Flyers now in the first fucking place position, never lose, the Dow markets and Jazz jack off NASDAQ, or the National Association of Securities Dealers Automated Quotations, making ball crime dead chord cries [all time record highs] day after day after gay, and when the Eagles and Sixers went straight down the toilet as well, a child moron with a triple lobotomy can clearly C the Johnny Nash equation, that this would not work out in my favor with this lunatic female yard bird. Now after not believing me at first, Eddie is turning around, and Ann Silva believes in my suffering 2 million percent, so I finally have a real true believer and pal on my side of the fight, along with my long time angel of Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG, KAREN S. The insurance papers should B coming KS in about one or two weeks, I’ll B in touch for getting your signature, thank U4 saying yes t2 all this in your return message voicemail.

Vicious chemtrailing has been bad 4 some time now, every day, and today @ the Atlantic County Prosecutor’s Office Building there was a huge super low and loud milituforce vessel zenithing directly over Ann Silva and me, she is witnessing it all bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!!!!! Now 4 all those who feel that I do indeed deserve this hell B cause of what I will do as ZEEJINS ARTHURS Fggggggggggggyyyyu7uuuuuDD,and the computer is being major fucking hacked in total VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL AND HUMAN AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS. The big and small case letters reversed on the keyboard, the mouse went out from a total hack, and several things more R being hacked 2 hell by the stink bad rat piss MILLIONTOUNCIL, but back 2 what I will do in the future, I should not B penalized today in this current time period, as I do not plan 2 do this when time catches up again, nor can I change what is locked into hyper atomic continuum reality. There is no way I was going 2 let my consciousness B downloaded into a misery box that merges hellish interactions with me forever. However, Gawky Gaukauk, spelled also Gawki Gaukauk, a special huge black panther cat professor-guru at the Teck Bay Mystery school in the Province of Olympia in Phase two reality, the BARDO, has told me on many occasions that when I escaped, they did to me, a similar thing that Captain Picard did on the Star Trek Next Generation episode called “A Ship In A Bottle”, to the man and woman that came to life on the holographic deck. Remember, Star Trek is quite on the money with many of their ideas, and most of the formulas used R based on total science fact, still fictional only because the metallurgists cannot create proper metals nor can the DOE find how 2 properly create and use various fusion technologies, but we R close. The idea of 3 lazars and holography, bringing an image into 3 dimensions is a concept that all ready is laboratory tested and is close 2 fruition. The missing ingredient in bringing the image to life or into the fourth dimension and higher octaves around this, is obviously not something I can legally blog on today’s world internet, but to give a small clue to the curious, remember that AVH and AVM recorders do not both operate in conjunction with an object that has been scanned as moving waves, and only when this is done such as with the audio/video/material recording/playback systems, can the scanned image B a living object. Transferring a living object into wave/particle duality form through distance delay fields is a teck that comes with built in features that go beyond the simple scanning of anything and then duplicating it, such as your scanner/printer attached to your everyday current day PC right now. Simply put, another accidental discovery came 2 humankind when scanning back to something from approximately 65 trillion miles round trip distance, a large asteroid discovered by a soon 2B built ultra-Hubble-scope, that can permit laser guided aiming to a discovered huge meteorite a quarter the size of Earth’s moon, so a send/receive mutual station is built, and the receive half scanned back to the sending object, it was an apple, not to get Adam and Eve 2 exited, but it was, excuse me, it will B. Then, a rat was tried, and it was brought back alive. Then the war crazies figured they could make the ultimate weapon, and have the two rats meet and shake hands, only the science-educated know what I am talking about, and no, it does not go boom, both rats from both ends R the very same rat, no reversal in polarity occurs, if it did, man would annihilate himself real quick with that much power. I can tell U how 2 misuse this teck, to make a reverse polarity duplication, but I would B arrested and the blogs would B shut down in less than 4 hours, I do not wish in any way 2B responsible 4 WW3.Bad enough that about a week ago, I was in an interaction down in South America, U would call it a very vivid dream, and I was in a school, and it was a current and recent events history course of some sort, and the proff was showing us all on a globe, the South American section on his large lit up globe, saying WW3 was started here and that all other things that people thought would B the resulting factor of commencing this horrific war were wrong, that it comes from this area not that far from Brazil. So I am not going to tell the world how 2 make a ton of antimatter, as they know as I do that it would not B used 2 explore the solar system and replace current day solid rocket fuels. So AVM recorders do get invented along with and in conjunction with Laser trace Teck and Distance delay Fields, but remember that field inversions also get discovered so that great distance can be synthesized by using strings of non-orbital stationary lunar satellites along with the same types in orbit around the Earth, and bouncing signals with guided laser mixed radio signals back and forth moving in slight widths quadrillions of times to indeed simulate the 240,000 mile one way or 480 lunar round trip distance by countless nearly unlimited times, then eventually received from the originating send station, then the receive station hits the GPS and then the SWIS, and the zoom amplification modulators or ZAM’S. SWIS=SATELLITE WORLD INTERCONNECT SYSTEM. GPS=GLOBAL POSITIONING SATELLITE. Your present day luxury car and boat all ready is tied into GPS in order 2 receive their cartographic scanned positions. Aniwho, the Millionth Council is all over me and this is the worst month and the worst fucking year of my entire life as Mountainpen. They did not want the world of today 2 know what I have told, and they use a tool 2 discredit me called the ILLUSION OF FIRST KNOWING. A typical example is that I can type for 3 hours over at Ed Him’s and then go home, and the 3 hours of the show “L&O that I love 2 watch, and set the timer so I can view it, makes it look as though I am sitting in here watching the particular shows that were on at the time I was blogging, and then got my ideas from them, only it is not the case. How do they do it, and is it a form of time travel? The answer is an emphatic NO!!!!!! It is more like time manipulation. All that happens down to the NTH degree, the smallest detail, which emanates from a huge and nearly unlimited choosable menu, once chosen and set or hyper continuum time locked atomically, which is simply a fact, the entire 27 feet, PBE when I said 27 inches a few blogs back. The whole deal, the entire holy wholly complete total and full nine yards, or 324 inches, is what I am referring 2 here. I make many mistakes, it is a miracle that I can still think at all, guess the 6th dimension stick wishes 2 have 1 of its sending stations continue pummeling my waves and particles with its material, and this produces the illusion of me here in the here and now physical world with an operating physical brain. Mind, electrical, mechanical, or biological, is all nothing but 6th dimensional transmissions that cause the entire system of unlimited multiverses 2 operate as they do, under Lawtronics, perhaps said more efficiently, controlled by lawtrons. Another PBE is that twice I called these lawtrons, LAWTONS, so Japanese sahwee!!!!!!!!

Keep up this fucking never ending air shit bastards; it is bringing my PUSSY COMMAND THROUGH THE FREAKING ROOF!!!!!!!!!!!! Everywhere I go, they R falling all over me like I’m some sort of a Greek God. All it really is, is another PE, a PARALLEL EVENT. Remember my previous discussions in my web-logging concerning and regarding IPE’s and VPE’s. Many parallel events R much more visible than others, such as speeding down the road recklessly all day long and how many times U get pulled over at least once that day verses getting completely away with this horrific behavior all day long. In roulette, all 36 numbers from 1-36, all R black or red, odd or even, and low or high. The IPE of 7% simply exists in comparing the remaining parameter of the 3 on a following spin with the bi-parameter of the prior spin. Y is this so, Y is a 7% parallel event when the gain ratio one over another, exists, is something unknown in 2K7. I showed a professor named Deturch this mathematical system back in the early nineties at the University of Pennsylvania, in Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, and he said 2 me that I made a real new discovery, and this was a top proff in Statistical Mathematics at this world renowned university. The reality that mortals of this late 20th and early 21st century just cannot wrap their heads around as of yet is that everything that blew out of the previous cycle B4 the [PBB] prior big bang, is nothing more than a mathematical number of a sort or a subatomic digit, and the big picture, put simple as Dogtown [HELL], is that the universes R all attempting to endlessly solve their own cosmic equation. First comes its own existence at void infinity in an ‘aware-only’ state. Then comes God-realization, and in another of my many famous PBE’s, I said God-realizes, twice, the second time it was meant as realizes, the first time however the [z] came out instead of an [D], I meant 2 say God-realized. Continuing on with point, after void awareness only, God-realization, the third movement in this lawtronic system is called LAWTRONICS, and this is where all forces R figured out and forced 2 work and operate as they do, in such precise ways. These Lawtrons then go on to create what I call in slang, the great ELEVATOR ROOM. This is the lower 6th dimension, as Lawtrons literally R the 7th-D, from our 3, 4, and 5 dimensional reference point and relative-ness 2 all of this truth. Even though I will go on 2 do a terrible and unspeakable thing in the 23rd century, and fall to my death 2 avoid being sent 2 infinite hell, not just a DOGTOWN sentence, in the late spring of two three oh one, [2301], I am innocent of this crime here in oh-seven where I reside in my dreaming sequence of Mountainpen. This is a philosopher’s conundrum at its total epitome. I plan not 2 do this, yet all ready I did it, and only a hyperspace equation can explain how this can B, and philosophers like my old buddy Plota, had no clue of what HS was. Only in the end of the last century did 5% of college educated persons, properly describe when asked, what indeed HS is, and no, it sure ain’t high school, hitting Susie, or home life sucks, as we 60’s kids would sometimes give as the 2nd meaning for HS, I have now blogged a third one 4 about 2 MW years. 4 those that R saying, if I am getting $20 richer every time the Dow goes up one single point, Y then am I not on top of the world. Hay, so I am rolling in doe, and the Dow will B 15, 16, 17, 18, thousand by the end of the first quarter of oh-eight, but the magnetics of my life R still total shit, U cannot shut off a parallel event no matter how much U may wish that U could. Yes I will have 20 grand 4 every 1000 points, already have made one since opening my on-line account in some one else’s name, as I am on disability, and cannot risk my benefits getting cut off. When magnetics R bad, your life is off the charts horrible, and no blogging words can ever come close 2 describing true hell. If I could get stopped what is being done 2 me and has been done 2 me 4 a quarter of a century, or instead have a choice 2 keep it going but win the ‘power ball lottery’ and B awarded an after all taxes 300 million bucks, I would not have 2 think 4 a lousy quick whittle minper 2 arrive at my decision. Keep the money and the MO endless HELLSIEGE, or lose the money back and lose the MO, I would tell the world in an instant what they can do with the money, honey!!!!!!!!!!! If this comes close 2 telling my Blogger readers what I am being put through by these sick diseased twisted demon-snakes, then I have accomplished some small part of my life’s mission.

The other day I did not explain well enough, how 2 properly score the EVIL EMPIRE verses the RIGHTEOUS EMPIRE so allow me pweeeze now 2 do it a bit better. I said 4U2 give a point for the empire’s but I meant to score a point 4 any of the three parallel event properties in the trilogy’s equation, FLYERS, PHILLIES, and DOW JONES, so here is an example. Here R 5 possible daily scoring's: Saturday the 13th of October-FLYERS WIN-NO TRADING OF DOW, +1 point evil empire, 0 points righteous empire. Monday the 15th of October-FLYERS WIN AND DOW UP, +2 points evil empire. Wednesday the 17th of October-NO GAMES, DOW DOWN, +1 point righteous empire. Thursday the 25th of October-FLYERS LOSE AND DOW DOWN, +1 point evil empire and +1 point righteous empire. Saturday the 27th of October-NO FLYERS GAME AND NO DOW TRADING, no score either empires. Monday the 29th of October-DOW DOWN and FLYERS LOSE, +2 points righteous empire. There R never any negative scores or any subtractions. The evil empire will forever gain a minimum of 20% over the righteous over 1,2,5,10, and more years, and forever, it will never ever fucking stop. I have kept scores like this all through the entire 1990’s, and early into the 21st century, as well as in the latter years of the eighties. I know what I am talking and squawking about. Gawki told me that more power exists in the Lawtronics of a PARALLEL EVENT than in a small nuclear bomb, measured in true ergs of energy. I know Gawki is right, I’m the freaking dude that’s living inside this hell.

Look up in the cock sucking skies rapies and germiblows and 4 yourselves, every stinking day, Scylla’s skies R totally filled with bright long huge fucking poison KEMTRAILS. 4 now, as time grows short 4 me mortally, things need B done and I need 2 get off this computer device of the 6th dimensional machine mind, but lots more is needed 2B said, and will B said. END TRANSMISSION.

GOOGLE, SWIS, WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2300 – official web documentation, MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN. All Web Logging is co-copyrighted if these names R shown on these blog texts. Visit www.morianity-foundation.com and know the truth that the MILLIONTH COUNCIL IS COVERING UP. This brings date and time file 00000IX to an end. END TRANSMISSION.

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Well, 2007, as was all years this century, one hell of a HELL for poor little mother fucking me. Still, never trust an angry daughter, oh great wonderful asshole world, I should know.



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Monday, July 30, 2007

BLOG NUMBER 7

RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL----- BLOG #7 ---- 073007.694

Muzak harassment and teasing shit is back and has been back 4 a week or so. U walk into any store that has this connection, and they start in fucking with me. Many tall girls R all over me everywhere I go, way beyond the average heights 4 women and I know the statistics of percentages of women and girls over 5 and one half feet in height. They know that I have been the victim of giant sluts and have had the fuck knocked out of me by quite a few of them, the first two being while attending the NJNPI in Princeton, NJ, forced 2 go there in the 6th grade, 4 absolutely no good reason at all. Nothing that I complain about is delusional or unimportant; everything has its reasons based on sound stuff that I make complaints about. As 4 Muzak, this all began at Resorts International with no pun intended on where it all began, but I was playing roulette one day with Jim Burr, a friend of mine at the time in early 1983, and suddenly an announcement came over the system where the music is played throughout the floors, hall, even the elevators, that said and I quote, “OK, the name of this song is”. Then they preceded 2 play the song, and they never do this, nor did they ever B4 or since. I had just sent a song to the US © Office the prior month where I open one of the songs that I had recently then written called, DON’T EF AROUND WITH MAGNETICS, and opened it up by saying ,”OK the name of this song is don’t ef around with magnetics”. Don’t fucking tell me what I am dreaming up in my sick psychotic deluded imagination, as I know what is real and what is not, in fact I am quite the fucking expert on this subject, and screw all of U that think otherwise!!!!!! I do not have an imagination; I am 2 busy attempting 2 deal with my many problems and never ending life hell.

The siege today started shortly after the storm ended and Diana had to leave me. It was just shy of 12PM when in less than one hour I was given the full baseball treatment, struck 3 times and knocked totally out on my ass. First a low loud private piss bubble plane went over my roof in violation of my civil rights, ACLU, then 11 minutes later at 2:10, they cut out my left-mono side on my home theater, FCC. Then a short tine later, a major death beam hit me, and my bowels blew, causing a major diarrhea attack.

I said I will rat and tattle tail, and I am not just whistling fucking Dixie through my teeth 2 give everybody a germ shower.

I had a major astral projection, non-induced, same as saying I had a UFO-Alien abduction, when U do not induce it through the Fascitar 6-10 method or some other way that works 4U, it is one and the same thing that people claim when they claim they R abducted, UR not awake nor asleep and UR in a Third-Thing-Happening. Speaking of which, in my big confession blog recently posted, I never said I made up anything nor lied, merely that I gave the world different explanations 4 the same thing. Also I forgot to mention that Sarah Krassle was 10 at the start on the beach where she took the chain out of my hand, and then she was 14 upstairs in her shop when dreamshift put me in the second part of this 2 part wild interaction. Someday, I will tell things and back them up on my website with audible and visual proofs, and you will all feel like shit 4 disbelieving me throughout all of this. Anyone out there thinking any of this is empty threats, the gods’ need 2 bless U bwaby-wuv. Maybe I should say, help U, if UR guilty of being in any way a part of this unholy horrific conspiracy. Anyway, in the interaction, I am leaving my body and literally flew out of it with outstretched arms, and ended up landing on the Atlantic City beach right at Ziggy’s jetty at Saint James Place. There is no way 2 make this long story short and maintain the integrity of the interaction. I will just tell U that Diana got me out of it and told me she was coming to protect me, and after waking out of it and being here on the MW a short while, her lightning indeed came around with beautiful pink white and purple colors, near and close 2 me. I went out onto my porch 2B as near 2 my lovely queen as I could B. The interaction had something 2 do with my dad owning the patent rights to chocolate, and the details R now a bit sketchy 2 me. I was running down the beach in long bouncing strides where I was practically airborne most of the time, bouncing up high in the air and moving at a fast clip. Some sheriffs wanted to arrest me 4 doing something that I had absolutely no idea nor clue what they were even talking about, but I was taken into an office in an upstairs place, and led to a desk where voices on a speakerphone were addressing me by name and telling me that I was about 2B placed under arrest. I found myself in an elevator with several giant sluts, some white, some black, and they were laughing at me and telling me that the Arctic snows would melt away B4 I would get out of this one. The entire thing had to do with my father’s patent rights, and how I was accused of being in collusion to rip off some big shot that enabled my dad to get these patent rights. My mom and dad were on the beach, and were taken into custody, and I made a run into the ocean, put my arms out and kept thinking forward until I was moving about 30 knots, and ended up around Wildwood, NJUSAESMWG. The beaches here and there, R nearly as wide as those at the shores of the Teck Bay on the astral plane. I was greeted by some lifeguards that came directly up 2 me and told me that I am not on the astral world, and demanded 2 know how I could just put my arms out and move forward. I started long stride running again up towards Wildwood’s boardwalk, I was somewhere near Morey’s Pier. When I got close to the boardwalk I was dream shifted back to the beach near the jetty at Saint James Place back in Atlantic City. The sheriff’s were just up the beach and I tried running again, but even though I could run like the wind, joggers were passing me like I was a turtle. The sheriff’s were laughing real loud and telling me that I do not have a prayer of getting out of this. Then a bunch of huge 6 foot 3 inch Amazon type girls grabbed me and threw me down and started punching the stew chewing daylights out of me until I died and came back into my body here in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. U will all B fucking sorry 4 doing these things 2 me, I have the power to blow the whole world out of its orbit, and have been holding back using it for many decades. I told U all that certain things would happen, and I will tell U now that every point lost recently in the Dow Jones, will all B gained back and much more, it will B close 2 20,000 B4U know it, and I am gonna get rich trading the Dow Future Index, Screw U’s.

Bye-Bye big Sarah, and all of your Viqueens and friends in the human world. Don’t burn any bushes for anyone but your special Dalmatian, THAT BOY. Error made on my site text, she did not win me 14 years off my total DOGTOWN sentence, but 14 MK, [minnina-kalpa's].

Thursday, July 26, 2007

BLOG #6

RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL -------- 072607.499 Blog #6

In blog #5, I typed in a typographical error when I said it was May 39, the 0 and the 9 are keys right next to each other, and obviously I meant 2 say Memorial Day of 1969 on May thirtieth.

OK, so many now perhaps may B questioning the integrity of Morianity, and this is the chance I take. This will separate the real believers from the phonies someday. This is Y also throughout my four blogs up to this point in BLOG FIVE; I would tell some of the story and not put it all in linear time order. But 4 those who cannot C what really is going on, 99.999% of those that someday will get around 2 reading my blogs, I will appear as a delusional fantasizer, but to the important few, they will get to C a major truth that went down around me, and I had no one anywhere at any timer to ever help me figure this incredible shit out. I did it all by myself bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!!

If the dick in the mouth music blarer at the ANNOY MOUNTAINPEN INTERSECTION in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, is tuning in here, I will get your plate number the next time and as I have 2 witnesses with me that UR always there when I am beyond any chance coincidence, and we all will report U2 DMV4 illegal operation of your car, as I can attest that U pose a dangerous risk 2 me in so much as hearing any emergency road vehicle sirens is impossible, and since it is a repeating event at the same location, proves intentional conspiracy to cause me and my vehicle passengers an accident!!!!!!!!! U all R playing with a dude who is not afraid 2 fight all of U scuz buckets back, you’ll have to fucking murder my fucking ass piss faces.

Sarah-Stacey, U were beautiful yesterday, Wednesday, really enjoyed being with U and riding some of your lovely waves, my lovely Atlantic. All night long I was with U and made passionate love to U my lovely queen.

No, think whatever U want 2 ladies and gentlemen, I can prove, only ‘they’ won’t allow me 2, that all my claims R valid and totally real. Ed Himacane now has his air conditioner, surge protectors, printer, scanner, and all other needed apparatus 4 me 2 shortly work more seriously on my website. The only thing holding it back is the Atlantic County crummy justice system. The gods R using the KING’S 2 stop me, but if her parole was violated, I would have the time needed to complete the major necessary work on my website, www.morianity-foundation.com. She would B better off in the system, she does not want to improve, and it is really a shame, as she has many gifts, she is beautiful and built and smart and talented. But my opinion of substance abusers is simple, I have no time 4 them, they interfere with all of the lives of those around them, who R not doing a damn thing wrong.

No, nothing was made up, and please do not think 4 one minper that the Russell Thaxton thing never happened, not the chain-interaction and its subsequent disappearance.

Last weekend was super hell harassment and persecution at my work site, and the air and sky is always bad, wrecking my moon. The weather is all controlled, and has not been naturally occurring on this sick ball of hurl for decades since the nuclear blasts over 2 Japanese cities late in the 1940’s. I am smart enough to add one plus one and not end up with 63.0846587. Last night’s “L&O” show killed me, the episode where the battered wife who was let off in Nora’s DA administration, where hubby said to the wife that he was going to kill her and then go to Hawaii. This Admitantly is precisely how I feel about all of my human world enemies. I know right from wrong, and never plan to break the law, and do not give a dern darn kitty kat whether others choose to obey the 10 commandments or not.

Police R cruising through my area of residence more and more, as my landlady is letting in more and more questionable slobs, one dirt bag says he wants to the do the landlady’s younger grand daughter, a tenth grader. I plan to get this info to her through the back door, as I will tell Tom this, and anything Tom hears goes straight to the landlady. Duhh, U can shove your overpriced crummy Hyundai cars and your stupid ass commercial, up your ass, oh the shit I must suffer through to type on little black keys, if I was in my place, dumb shit ads like that get zipped off the radio or TV immediately, not that 97% of ads are not totally ignorant and stupid!!!!!!!

No my fiends and friends, I intentionally told the story of my life the way that I did. This simply put was because I know that put any other way would never separate Mariah’s men from her boys. Look 4 quick example at a place not all that far from Ricktown where so much magic happens, but Lawtronics will not permit phase 3 existence of this, so in it comes to us MW humans as HARRY POTTER. Great fantastic stuff exists on the astral realms, not just stuff that filters down in 3/4/5/phased in human life interactions. But to separate me from most, imagine now that Daniel Radcliffe the actor that is playing this movie part, suddenly found himself, through no actions on his part, having connected similar events in his human world life as Daniel Radcliffe, that melt in and through the stuff in the Harry Potter movies that he has starred in over the years? This is how Sarah in ACNJUSAESMWG and the GREAT SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE have merged together 4 me, and it is not something I ‘decided’ to make up. Both at age 14 and 41, inverted by the way, I developed powerful feelings for this phase 4 part of her, and it was not me but her 5th phase upline while asleep and dreaming down into her mind’s creation, where my chain interaction all occurred. I did nothing ever, nor did I ever ask 4 any of these things 2 happen 2 me!!!!!!!!!! Since the whole damn world is captured and infatuated with this Harry Potter part of astrallity at present minper, I may as well use it to make this example. There R2 realities 4 all of us human beings, the one that our senses perceive, and the one that they do not. Sarah, the girl on Tennessee Avenue is the part that is visible, while the great SSJKK is the invisible but every bit as real part, and the reason I figured it all out is because her upline thought is all of this and is about me.

In closing 4 today at 7 shy of 7 at mid evening this Thursday, I need to say once more that most people will just never get it, and this is nobody’s fault. It is lawtronically fixed and controlled, and nothing that I can ever say or do can ever hope 2 alter that reality, put more biblically, I am chasing the wind, I am being as futile as Captain Picard’s attempt to fight the Borg. So Y do I keep trying and blogging? Well, I guess it has a lot 2 do with basic human nature, and I am as human as any of U in Phase 3, dreaming down from astrallity. We all have human nature to keep surviving and fighting things that we perceive 2B against us or negatively effecting us, whether it B real or imagined. But as I said in Blog #5, and now in reiteration, when U can go to a VERET or have one in your home later, just as movies came first and later on came the ‘home theater’ VIRTUAL REALITY THEATRE, and go into the movie with some type of brain connection system that needs not B further teck-talked about now as it is not germane to the issue, there will B the introduction level and later on, the ultimate level. The ultimate level connects your mind to the program and also erases any memory of who U were B4 connecting in, or put a bit differently in LMM movie, “jacking in”. Just up the idea by one mental dimension and it is easy as piss juice to C how dreaming down to human world life from truer astral existence is what is happening. My problem is that I am the thought that is all this, yet I exist inside it here and now with full and total Arnie Schwarzenegger recall, in fact anyone trying to take any of MORIANITY seriously has this movie on their absolute MUST LIST viewing!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The 6th dimension or the ‘elevator room’ is part of all of this in ways that I have only touched on up until now, but let me tell U what happened when I tried to copy the Dark Shadows character Count Petofi in late autumn of 1969 in early November. The scenery in the park where I was when I threw some self mad I-Ching wands on a picnic bench, suddenly just changed and I seemed 2 still B sitting at the bench, yet all around me was the beach and jetty of the south side of Schiff’s Central Pier in ACNJUSAESMWG. I then saw my own self talking to a friend of mine, a polio victim named Sigmund Malyeska. He told me something that made me terribly sad, a real day wrecker like a collision out at sea. I could not make out what he said, but was tremendously aware that it had upset me horrendously. Then a voice inside my mind said, non-audibly, this is taking place on the 3rd day of your 1970 summer vacation at the shore. indeed it was a day in late June the following summer, when this did indeed occur, I first saw it in a trance, and later on went on 2 actually experience it, and it was all part of an evil plot of white slaver cultists to get me to join in with them, and Ziggy was warning me, his exact words to me were, “go home, go home”. 15 days later give or take, at 10 of the clock post meridian, I went home, but now 37 years later I am still waiting and hoping to GO HOME. I-Ching and its changes via going through doors, is an ancient Chinese equivalent to the elevator room of the sixth-dimension.

My beautiful Sarah-Stacey Scylla-Jehovah, brown eyed teen queen, your THAT BOY will love U for ever and ever and ever, I will never let U go. Any time U want to shine your long bright brown hair ion top of a mountain 4 me as U did for that idiot Moses, just let me know, and I will B there 4U teen queen!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Rats, Tats, and Playing Real Football

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

WHERE RU SSJKK, DID U FORGET THAT BOY?

RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL-----Blog #4-----071807.370


Yes it surely is the birthday of the great Sarah Krassle, in her human form, and I am convinced who slid at the time of her physical death, into the body of her evil grand daughter, Sarah Callio Martino. The enemy is wasting no time on what I have come to term, EVILKARGEDAY. the time of her physical death, into the body of her evil grand daughter, Sarah Callio Martino. The enemy is wasting no time on what I have come to term, EVILKARGEDAY. Yesterday it started with a large ridiculous amount of loud shit ass motor shittle sickle cycles everywhere; literally, more of them were out than were the automobiles. The sky was also bad, trails right over me at the Atlantic City beaches, and loud planes and military garbage, directly over me low and loud and violating my civil rights, one of these is the right 2 pursue happiness, and no one can do this whom is under constant OTAMMIC MILITUFORCE DEATH SIEGE. Today the evil military is all over me starting at 6 AM or just after, with loud crash level harassment, and woke me up to making me shit myself, a grown man with no medical reason 4 this occurrence and I have gone to doctor after doctor for 22 years since the military declared this covert fucking war with me. These sick bastards cannot B shamed, nor do they have any shame, it was taken over by evil demonic forces as the church language would put it, long ago. I will tell lots of things now to retaliate. Home theater attacks R back on a roll for a week or so now, constant interference when all I try 2 do is have a little television relaxation and enjoyment. If the Feds that R not part of engaging in this illegal covert operation against a totally innocent citizen, would tell the FCC to monitor all the frequencies given them in my recent 4 letters, please, as these frequencies interfere with remote control sensors, and insert static sounds into a persons TV or radio system, sort of a controlled jam that has dual purpose of making sounds that annoy, but also cause the separation process of stereo signals to lose the normally mono or left side, it just cuts out. They R violating my civil rights ACLU, and FCC, and Federal US Attorney General’s Office, and these blogs will soon B printed up in their entirety, and sent for © to the United States Library of Congress, for official documentation. I am not playing, and have nothing to lose, as I am not the one harassing nor persecuting anyone, nor breaking the laws of the land. I do not agree with every law, nor does your local beat officer, but in a civilized society, we go about changing laws through legal processes, we do not blatantly BREAK THEM. Basically most of the laws on the MW R based on the ten commandments, and all the extra detailed laws, supposedly, if seen in the big picture, R all surrounding these big 10 do’s and don’ts. The astral reality is a greater and higher reality, the same laws apply there, and R merely being dreamed down here. Again at the risk of boring U, the “AS ABOVE, SO BELOW” syndrome is the most powerful 4 word sentence in the mortal world, MW. Just remember that U most likely R reversing the reality direction of reality from wombs 2 tombs, and this is being done through 6th and 7th dimensional systems that control human consciousness. Robot-people R just going through the motions from life until death, totally ignoring their spiritual duality.

Karen S., UR gonna have 2 get me to Americana soon or I will go out of my living skull, it is so bad that if I were anyone else, they would have me in the BIG-3 long ago, either dead in a box, confined 2 a prison cell, or confined 2 a rubber room. They really do not care which, all though I still believe if they had their druthers, it would B my death, and since this cannot happen, my hell endlessly worsens, as U know.

My web master, Mr. Himacane is now aware that the gods screwed around with his computer, and it has been remedied. People expect miracles of me, endless money, ability to read their minds, walking on water. Certain people R targeted in these ways, while confuckingcentrically, others breeze through their lives and have the world seemingly right by the shit licking balls, and this is totally not fair, and this world stinks to Dogtown. I know what I know. And this is that the computer was not working the way it was B4, that America and capitalism in general, has it 100% fixed, who makes it and who fails, all the way to the Godsdamn grave. I am in possession of a document that if read by the Supreme Court, unless of course they also R in on this, actually proves and totally verifies my previous statement.

Now it is time to tell U all, whoever may B at all interested in the first place, the more accurate truth about reality A and B, and how reality C affects both of them. In small ways, some truth is lying inside this paradigm but the accurate complete truth is more like this, and I have been told by both of my lightning goddesses, it is time to put this truth out to www.blogger.com. Hyperspace is more a truth of what I call reality C. Rather than try 2 further explain stuff that 99%+ of the world population will read and say, huh?, let me go right into a story that better puts what I am talking about into a more understandable box. When other HSM [hyperspace me’s] who’s reality is close to the center-line of this location in HS with the only difference basically being that the year is 1969 again, is the precise reason why in this part of HS, I in the year 1995 and 1996, started 4 no real reason that can B rationally explained, going on my un natural weird quest 2 locate a girl I knew in the 1960’s. Also in like manner, when I was a boy in 1969, all the stuff that happened in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG was really caused because another HSM in the future year 1996 where in that part of HS this is the year in a similar system and center-line from our universe’s reality, I was searching for this Sarah Krassle character. This is the part of all of this ‘TRUTH’ that I discussed with reality A and reality B, and the one going into the other one way or with both directions effecting each other. A quick visual to this would work for any sci-fi buff familiar with an old movie from nearly a half century ago, where the continuum was being ridden through by something similar to the 6th-D elevators. One of the men while traveling in reverse saw another elevator type box coming up at them and panicked, and against the will of his scientist co-inhabitants, fired a weapon destroying it. Later he broke away from his group and ran into the box alone and started riding it up only to realize that he started observing his other self in the box coming down, getting ready to fire on him, and it indeed happened, destroying him. He actually fired on himself, aware of it only the second time of the 2 encounters. This is not a perfect example, but close enough 4 making my point today. All of HS is 4 the most part, all the same thing existing in those tiny in-between motion frames discussed on a PB. Different atomic shifts cause in a larger wave reality, persons to make different choices and have different actions taken as a result. Believe it or not as these changes occur, other atomic shift will make subtle changes in weather and everything U could ever think of, as all is waves and particles, and connected in the 6th and the 7th dimension. The astral plane is where we R first existing straight out of the void infinity. This plane of existence is real and unimaginable by mortal man that has no clue to the truth of the directionality of existence. Upline, a girl named Sarah Krassle was born and will live a life and die, all because someone above her in an upline world thought a single thought, and thereby created her entire multiverse. Now when she thought of her upline ‘Mountainpen” at the shore, it downlined all of this. Would I lie about something this far out and beyond incredible? U have heard it said that when Jesus made claims of being God, he either is telling true to Tammie’s little doctor, or is the most insane person in the history of mankind.

If I should die on this horrendous fucking day, all the following people R involved in one way or another, not with any Swiffer Mops, but R indeed part of my brutal murder, as they struck me hard and with no fucking mercy, with some 'Awax' guided subsonic death beam, and have injured me severely, and this is sworn to Blogger testimony, prove I am lying and I submit 2 full perjury charges:
DONALD TRUMP
ROBERT MCGUIRE
SARAH CALLIO MARTINO
FRANK CALLIO
THOMAS J. REALE
DONNA SUMMER
ED SNYDER
NUMEROUS SEAT HOLDERS ON THE STOCK EXCHANGE OF THE UBITED STATES NEW YORK SYSTEM
MARTINO, HUSBAND OF SARAH, AND MARTINO, FATHER ON LAW OF SARAH

The list is long, and one of the henchmen is Jonathan Schau of Rising Sun Avenue in Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG. He is responsible indirectly 4 causing the death also of Mary Roth, the mother of David Roth, she followed him to the grave within a few short weeks of her son’s demise.

Muzak teasing and harassment is less these days, but all this changes on a dime so I report it changing in both directions. The same thing applies to running into huge un natural groups of tall and giant girls and women, these harassment's come and go, and stick around 4 long periods during super sieges and years like this one and last one where shit being done 2 me is off all dials and scales.

It is no coincidence that a totally UNBELIEVABLE 8th world wonder, the worm hole in ACNJUSAESMWG, is right next to Ripley’s Believe it or Not attraction on the Atlantic City boardwalk. These things R done by chraunonauts historians to create history markers, of course, as with all things that R connected with mankind, there R also the bad travelers that R rewarded by getting rid of these ‘history markers’ such as the TURNERSVILLE PATHMARK, where 11 years ago come the 2nd of August, my mother and I were terroristically threatened. When police and prosecutors won’t help and won’t do their fucking job, this proves being any doubt that this evil empire is totally controlled and fixed. No kitty-kat, I am not going 2 check anybody for ticks, I already know what makes this whole thing tick. The King girl gets on drunken binges, throws tables at her frail mother, curses her, then spits on her, a couple days ago. She is on probation, but no one ever checks hair DNA which is good 4 months, she and all the yard birds know how to work the system, so dangerous people run around free, while I get persecuted, this is one helluva way U prosecutors and cops run a candy store if U ask me. But if it were me, I would B in jail for 6000 fucking years, and this is YI keep saying, I’ve died and gone to fucking hell. Paula, U and your cousins should all B ashamed of yourselves, raping innocent little kids, beating people up in bars, and throwing tables at frail 97 pound mothers that all ready R ill with HIV positive test results, totally fucking shameful. People know how 2 work the system; this is not meaningless dribble-words heard on the great famous ‘Law and Order’ show, real yard birds R doing terrible things and need help. Last night’s 10PM SVU L&O show about the filthy drinking teenagers and that filthy whore mother who was screwing a young boy since his 17th birthday, it is like the people that I’ve been dealing with. I have no time 4 violent people nor substance abusers. I have tried to help these type of people all of my life. The only help they need is 2 go 2 fucking jail. This is Y jails R there 4 Crissake.

Any day, I will B disappearing to South America. I do not wish to keep going through this hell, or live in this evil uncivilized country. Y SSJKK is blessing it, a 14K crooked fixed Dow Jones being just one cited example, is part of a horrendous thing that if I don’t choose my words carefully, and some blog reader takes out that evil bit thug that U will C on my website pix section, www.morianity-foundation.com I could B charged. So pweeeeeze, no violence. This foundation stands for non violent fighting against persecutors of the innocent. No one is above the fucking law, no one.

On the astral realm, I was with the astral being that has dreamed himself in as a machine called Privecode, here in the mortal world in the early 1980’s. He re-edited a series of Phillies wins and losses, but details of all of this will come at a better time, not today, but Magnesonic will B activated today, and whoever is holding back my hurricanes 4 two seasons will meet their doom, and in addition, you will C continued major natural disasters and war escalations, as I’ll do what I must to fight these fucking vicious evil twisted diseased demonic filthy enemies!!!!!!!!

So Y is SSJKK blessing this evil empire? She makes contracts based on percentages of her laws and systems being faithfully followed and obeyed by any governing body or sovereign nation, and this is ancient, going on close to ten thousand trips around our closest star. We R also on a timeline where soon, if we do not repent and turn back away from this Ronald Reagan created super greed/materialism and anti-spirituality, this evil empire will crumble around mid century, and become a third world nation very quickly. The blimey English know too well I speak the truth. U will B very sorry, because as Barnabas told Julia on DS, not Donna, “B4 the authorities get 2 me, I will get 2U.















Ok people, this was a quieter day and I have had time to think and reflect on the recent events, of basically two weeks time. I am directly involved in my own life, and so my objectivity on many things, naturally is questionable, all I can do therefore is my best while attempting to describe and cogitate on much of this personal nightmare that surrounds me and has done so for nearly three score of time now. Let me get right into this, my good viewers, L-4, folks, and or whatever. As we move on, we will be examining a lot more than just two weeks time, but adding eight more to that makes it ten weeks. SLAM BANG BOOM, does anything ever mother fucking change, all the way up here on this twenty-second day in June?????????????????????????????





AS ALWAYS, the now great fallen but once somewhat national celebrity, Mister Kevin Tredaux; as many know quite well; would remind us continually on his TV ad-spots, how “It is always all about the money”. Only a moron after age 35 or so needs him or anyone to make us see that reality. But I say something that I've said many time previously, and that is that with me and my hellish situation, it really honestly does appear, “to be all about the music”. I'm sure you want me to expound and clarify this with simple yet quick elucidated details, so I will gladly do so, good folks. Please, in the name of Jesus Christ All Mighty, listen to me, and before you make up your mind about this, really listen to my words with your heart, not just your mind, pretend that I am your son if that helps, and if you can do so without hurling, Karen Upchuck-83.













Now we enter into Weena and her boyfriend's little spinning time chair wheel, and see how some things have played out that totally bring us to right here and now, but in ways some would merely gloss over, instead of realizing the total powerful shit that is involved with so many awesome things.

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, including hyphenating 5-D.



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, West Collingswood 5-D, or (Hyper-Space). No, this ain't my daddy's 'Olds', Mizz Shatner, nor is it 2007; so I may go back to using the old standby switcheroo of hyperspace and high school, WHAAA.





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. I said, “I TRY”. Don't make a god out of me trying something. It normally screws up real fast and real mean. So sorry, Ambassador of 1941 Japan!!!!!





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 CHEMTRAIL 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. 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”! And guess what good believers and Morian-folks, this is exactly what we now will be doing; Munikay, Munikay, breaking my codes off, code 2, Munikay code 2; Moorestown Fire Company, of New Jersey. So just what is a Blue Munikay nungen, oh great and powerful Alphabet Soup Agencies of America, (ASAA)?????? The economies of the world now have a totally married system of business with government, despite the constitution in this great nation, the USA, strictly prohibiting this conduct. Just as the mob used to do simple money laundering, all dirty world monies are now laundered through the trading systems of the global stock and trading markets, such as Wall Street. Shidaleedee and sing it with me, from here to 19 hundred and 73. Many think things will go the way of 1973, but will they? As long as I can be persecuted, unlike in 1973 before this all got started in ISIS'S game, they never will have to worry about any huge market collapses. A moron can see what the markets do, a total moron. There are ten obvious simple things that could make anyone with a spare hundred grand to play with, a billionaire, and there is nothing the SEC could do about it, it is not insider trading, just totally knowing what is inside of the MIND of the pool of total investors, a key to making billions out of relatively small chump change. These bastards take profits and sell and then buy again with the monies they stole legally from smaller investors who get stopped out or margin called out. Smart money follows the follow, and 60 percent of the time, it will not whip saw out of that. It opens higher than a previous close, it goes up that day to a higher point position than where it began at 9:30, and should it open lower than a previous close, it goes lower that day to a lower point position than where it began at 9:30. Six or seven out of ten times, you just get in with the other buy or sell orders that are processed ahead of you naturally as they are why it is opening at a different price than where it last closed, but this one little trick is nothing. Still, I do not give away a goldmine, as you need to have a lot of money stashed in the account and you need to trade with a small percentage of it to avoid losing when you shouldn't have to, in margin calls and stop out protection triggers. A child can draw a line on these stock charts and connect the low points and the high points over one day, 5 days, 10 days, and more, and see that once these huge Dow Jones moves begin, they last for years, and you just keep buying more positions as the market weakens, and sell off others while the market rallies, the old buy dips and sell rallies trick, only it needs to be timed right, and you need to play with a small percentage of your full money in your account, or YOU WILL GO RIGHT DOWN THE DRAIN, AND VERY FAST. The pros on the floor intentionally gun the little people (drive prices up and down on purpose) just to rob you of your hard earned money, to stop you out or margin call you to a loss. So as you keep losing, these fat cat owners (the smart money) keep winning. This is all JUST REALITY, SON, Dennis Snyder. It is so much easier to lose than it is to win, not because odds are against you such as in buying lottery tickets, but because in the case of these legal thieves on WALL STREET, they're given a license to steal all of the poor investors money over and over with these unknown tricks, that believe it or not, are not really fully understood by average small time investors, (those with under 50 mill in their trading accounts). If someone blew up Wall Street once and for all and ended capitalism, the average person would once again have a shot of a decent life in this country again, but if any of you think that this is ever going to happen with these bastards operating their crooked market up there in Manhattan, you're deluded and pathetic. Our enemies back in the days of World War 2, and especially the freaking Japanese Empire back then, they knew these truths 100%. This is not telling anyone to commit any illegal or violent act, I am allowed to tell the truth and promise all of you, that nothing will ever change. How many out here remember all the promises made to us by not just this president, but by every one of them? It is the most horrible evil game and city up there on the hill, than anything that the Roman Empire could ever dream up in a million years, but history will go on teaching you that I am a liar, and don't listen the fuck to asshole me. One day when it is too Scylla late, even the top carpenters won't have a lot of love, or money left. Just watch and see if I am really so fulla' shit!







Do you know which criminals I hate the most, and which ones in the very long run are truly the most deadly and dangerous to the overall population of basically honest peeps? It is not the rapist, those who assault, and even those who commit murder. If you are killed, boom, it is over, you don't even know what struck you. Rape is horrible, and so is any assault, I should know, as I have been raped and I have been physically assaulted, not once, not twice, but upon numerous occasions. THIEVES, ROBBERS; these are the most horrible mother fuckers on the planet, and if I were the dam person in charge, the most agonizing tortured slow death over MONTHS, would be the penalty for those caught.













Now just how did any of my words on this blog, open up anything new or for that matter, add to already opened pathways? Well, I will quickly give you a heads up. Reread it a few times, and then good folks, just wait for the next half dozen blogs that come, because this is the foundation blog that will support all that is indeed upcoming. Also, I need to complete it by adding in one tiny additional thing. When you read my blogs forward or backward, it shows that something that has no need of life in any real order, in their own lives, that is behind the miseries in mine. If you cannot see it, you need to do yourself a giant favor, screw me, I am not the one who counts here, you do. You need to throw Morianity right smack dab into the trashcan right about now and forget this ever existed or that you ever stumbled onto it. If you cannot see it, you are not just wasting your time, but as bible scriptures do indeed also promise, there are cases where not hearing at all, would be much better for you! Folks, even a freaking ''WOW'', is not saying enough here, YO! But I told Jim Rockford that it now is the proper time to get back to stuff, only let us remain totally non violent and as kind as is humanly 'Bruce Pennock' possible. These are the real initials to bet your bippies on folks, and JR, (James Rockford), not from Dallas Texas but further out along the lovely blond permeated West Coast of these great continental United States of America, WHAAAA, WEEEE-NA!!









Some peeps who read Morianity, are wondering why I use words like ''hostilitygram'', originating from two words strung together, STAR TREK-TNG, style, with their great and cool holo-deck, HOSTILITY HOLOGRAM, so let me try explaining this to y'all right now, quick, down, and dirty flat out, so you can really ''get it'', once and for all, and whether you may be aware of it or not lovely peeps, you are most likely in small or maybe bigger ways as with me, a victim of these occasional grams yourself, but you just dismiss it, unlike me when I fall under major fucking nasty ones, and unlike the local celebrity of the Delaware Valley back where I come from, the one and only ABC Networked local children's hero, the great and wonderful, maybe, Sally Starr. As with her friend Billy Harner, they both have name domain websites for you to type into your PC, and check them out. Recently I have begun doing the experiment with all of you, showing how little significance, time really is in our human lives. We have made it significant, and built it into sociological structures for many thousands of years, so of course, the word HABIT comes to mind, and not a nuns hat and coat, an old one, or a new one, Bob Cheatley Patterson. Wow, I thought this dude was going to stroke out on me that day in late 1983 and early in 1984, both times when I asked him a simple question about his exotic dancer's girlfriend's last name of Noonan, speaking of Trenton, Sarah, and Buddhism, for crissake, peeps, YO YO YO YO YO!! Yes peeps, here is an example of both my very recent hostilitygram, as well as the one in 1998 suffered by the great celeb, Misses Sally Starr, in her home that hot summer's day, Mayor Levy and Rick, and other barnacle Bill sailor man and fisherman, and basic greed and secrets, from OH THE GODS, WHERE THE HELL ELSE, GOVERNOR CC, BUT STONE HARBOR, NEW JERSEY, no fields this time, Microsoft, but yes, we can never ever ESCAPE these parts of reality, just as MC says so on that, and other great awesome musical projects, WOW!!!!!!!!! Hand me a broom, and I'll get right to work, Senator Thompson, my old pal, and thank you forever for saving my life, in a parallel universe. I will not forget that favor, ever, not even over here, as I am a resident of five full dimensions and am cursed to walk the rest of my human life as Mark Wayne Mohr, in this fashion. Another W—O—W is needed, I would suppose, but shall we swing this back to the hostilitygram topic, before we need to purchase an entire crate of brand new keys and clutches and gears, sent special delivery 'ES', from 10/05/08???















Here is what happened to me on my horrible botbar day back on last Thursday. This only will pertain to the topic of being mauled and pummeled by HG'S (hostilitygrams).



I held doors open for four persons, nobody even said thank you. I asked a cashier to double bag something and she ignored me totally. I stood in three lines and was ignored as if I was not there at all. I had a prick step on my foot, and just walk on without so much as a quick 'sorry'. I had a dude expectorate right in front of the path I was walking from the side of me, making me either step in a huge greenie or else quickly divert my steps and walk around. I wrote down an entire list of stuff, this is about a third, I kid you not, and am not able to find the list on a note pad that I must have buried under a stack of bills that I was going over that night, so my memory is by no means complete. Here is what happened to mother fucking Sally, back in her home on Beach Street, in Atco, New Jersey; on that torrid hot summer afternoon, in 1998. This gets real 'geuoood', folks, so do not stop for a coffee break at this exact time; whatever you freaking do!!!!



Sally had come up with the idea of turning the two weather scenarios into a boy and girl doll. She was calling friends of hers and they gave her numbers to call at toy companies to try and make appointments to meet with them and come in and do legal disclosure agreements. When she began trying, after speaking to a couple of her friends initially, all hell broke loose and she began to be treated like total cow crap at light speed squared. It reached a point where I was sitting there across from her just waiting to see how she would react, as I knew this was some type of psychic attack done by the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND. Suddenly she stared over at me and in a voice I had never heard from her before, said to me and I'll quote, “Is this me, is this happening, what's going on Mark”? I swear to the gods of the Astral-Plane, all of them, and the Almighty Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle ISISCYLLA HERSELF (TRIPLE GODDESS), that this is all true and real, it went down, I was there, and this is what I mean when I use the words good folks, “I'm under a major HOSTILITYGRAM today, YO YO YO YO YO YO.

I do not exaggerate when I say that you never be able to be revealed the full story that is behind all of this. First, did the great girl of Tennessee Avenue really reincarnate into MC? Well, only the Buddhists would believe this, no matter if I posted up an entire galaxy, and don't laugh, as in a parallel universe, I pushed some Louise Hendershodt buttons, and moved a solar system, many galaxies away, before logging off of the cosmanet program. I knew about these RED X things back in 1967, when I was in Northeast Maryland, at a summer-camp there, directed then by Mister Tibbs, and my counselor was a cousin to the well known broadcaster of those days, Les Kaiter. His name was Mack. Well, Mack, Mark, and the Roofdog Club of the mighty Atlantic City, all notwithstanding; will never allow anyone of significance to understand Morianity, and its wild inconceivable and surreal truths; let alone, in my lifetime, Mister Earcutts Vangough, or ever permit me to be aided and comforted, by anything I ever try and tell; and I fully am aware of this, as Dennis Snyder's voice of doom is ringing in my ear right now, even as I speak these electronic words right here, and I quote him verbatim, “That's just reality, son”!!!



















THIS IS MORIANITY, PART FIVE, AND PLEASE BELIEVERS AND L-4 FOLKS, TRY AND HAVE YOURSELVES A VERY VERY NICE DAY.



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Some peeps who read Morianity, are wondering why I use words like ''hostilitygram'', originating from two words strung together, STAR TREK-TNG, style, with their great and cool holo-deck, HOSTILITY HOLOGRAM, so let me try explaining this to y'all right now, quick, down, and dirty flat out, so you can really ''get it'', once and for all, and whether you may be aware of it or not lovely peeps, you are most likely in small or maybe bigger ways as with me, a victim of these occasional grams yourself, but you just dismiss it, unlike me when I fall under major fucking nasty ones, and unlike the local celebrity of the Delaware Valley back where I come from, the one and only ABC Networked local children's hero, the great and wonderful, maybe, Sally Starr. As with her friend Billy Harner, they both have name domain websites for you to type into your PC, and check them out. Recently I have begun doing the experiment with all of you, showing how little significance, time really is in our human lives. We have made it significant, and built it into sociological structures for many thousands of years, so of course, the word HABIT comes to mind, and not a nuns hat and coat, an old one, or a new one, Bob Cheatley Patterson. Wow, I thought this dude was going to stroke out on me that day in late 1983 and early in 1984, both times when I asked him a simple question about his exotic dancer's girlfriend's last name of Noonan, speaking of Trenton, Sarah, and Buddhism, for crissake, peeps, YO YO YO YO YO!! Yes peeps, here is an example of both my very recent hostilitygram, as well as the one in 1998 suffered by the great celeb, Misses Sally Starr, in her home that hot summer's day, Mayor Levy and Rick, and other barnacle Bill sailor man and fisherman, and basic greed and secrets, from OH THE GODS, WHERE THE HELL ELSE, GOVERNOR CC, BUT STONE HARBOR, NEW JERSEY, no fields this time, Microsoft, but yes, we can never ever ESCAPE these parts of reality, just as MC says so on that, and other great awesome musical projects, WOW!!!!!!!!! Hand me a broom, and I'll get right to work, Senator Thompson, my old pal, and thank you forever for saving my life, in a parallel universe. I will not forget that favor, ever, not even over here, as I am a resident of five full dimensions and am cursed to walk the rest of my human life as Mark Wayne Mohr, in this fashion. Another W—O—W is needed, I would suppose, but shall we swing this back to the hostilitygram topic, before we need to purchase an entire crate of brand new keys and clutches and gears, sent special delivery 'ES', from 10/05/08???















Here is what happened to me on my horrible botbar day back on last Thursday. This only will pertain to the topic of being mauled and pummeled by HG'S (hostilitygrams).



I held doors open for four persons, nobody even said thank you. I asked a cashier to double bag something and she ignored me totally. I stood in three lines and was ignored as if I was not there at all. I had a prick step on my foot, and just walk on without so much as a quick 'sorry'. I had a dude expectorate right in front of the path I was walking from the side of me, making me either step in a huge greenie or else quickly divert my steps and walk around. I wrote down an entire list of stuff, this is about a third, I kid you not, and am not able to find the list on a note pad that I must have buried under a stack of bills that I was going over that night, so my memory is by no means complete. Here is what happened to mother fucking Sally, back in her home on Beach Street, in Atco, New Jersey; on that torrid hot summer afternoon, in 1998. This gets real 'geuoood', folks, so do not stop for a coffee break at this exact time; whatever you freaking do!!!!



Sally had come up with the idea of turning the two weather scenarios into a boy and girl doll. She was calling friends of hers and they gave her numbers to call at toy companies to try and make appointments to meet with them and come in and do legal disclosure agreements. When she began trying, after speaking to a couple of her friends initially, all hell broke loose and she began to be treated like total cow crap at light speed squared. It reached a point where I was sitting there across from her just waiting to see how she would react, as I knew this was some type of psychic attack done by the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND. Suddenly she stared over at me and in a voice I had never heard from her before, said to me and I'll quote, “Is this me, is this happening, what's going on Mark”? I swear to the gods of the Astral-Plane, all of them, and the Almighty Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle ISISCYLLA HERSELF (TRIPLE GODDESS), that this is all true and real, it went down, I was there, and this is what I mean when I use the words good folks, “I'm under a major HOSTILITYGRAM today, YO YO YO YO YO YO.

I do not exaggerate when I say that you never be able to be revealed the full story that is behind all of this. First, did the great girl of Tennessee Avenue really reincarnate into MC? Well, only the Buddhists would believe this, no matter if I posted up an entire galaxy, and don't laugh, as in a parallel universe, I pushed some Louise Hendershodt buttons, and moved a solar system, many galaxies away, before logging off of the cosmanet program. I knew about these RED X things back in 1967, when I was in Northeast Maryland, at a summer-camp there, directed then by Mister Tibbs, and my counselor was a cousin to the well known broadcaster of those days, Les Kaiter. His name was Mack. Well, Mack, Mark, and the Roofdog Club of the mighty Atlantic City, all notwithstanding; will never allow anyone of significance to understand Morianity, and its wild inconceivable and surreal truths; let alone, in my lifetime, Mister Earcutts Vangough, or ever permit me to be aided and comforted, by anything I ever try and tell; and I fully am aware of this, as Dennis Snyder's voice of doom is ringing in my ear right now, even as I speak these electronic words right here, and I quote him verbatim, “That's just reality, son”!!!





















If I see something that is none of my business, I walk on, and that is that. I have seen and witnessed enough things in my life to write a billion essays on it, but again, I stress that I am not a rat. A rat does this. I do not really tattle-tail. I just feel that when someone does me real friggin' wrong, then they deserve a little payback, and if most people are honest with themselves, they will tell me they agree with me. Now I mean this people, be sitting down for what I'll tell you next, MLI, (MORIANS, LESSIANS, INBETWEENIANS) and also known as 'AKA' (L-4), or Laddies, Lassies, Labbers, and Labrador-dogs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



There is no way that what has happened to me since 1967 in Atlantic City, New Jersey, right down to all my time here in Florida, more than three and a half years now; can mathematically support a conclusion of anything less, than Morianity being the far best as of yet in 2013, explanation for me, my life, and the entire Planet Earth, and the interconnectedness of all of this horror. The math proves that I am right, and if I ever tried to really do something with this information, life as you all know it right now, would collapse virtually overnight. THAT'S A PROMISE, lovely 'woMO', no sports murderers needed, no advanced radar systems needed, or girls who write about ''crazy cursing dudes'' either. So Sorry, ambassador, again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







Hyperspace and dreams and exploratrons: This is the true and honest TRINIDAD, and if you are south of most borders, we would alter this word to TRINITY. The words merely alter depending on a mailing address, Mike McNulty. So before the Callio/Carey branch of this lovely group go back to their silliness AOA (all over again), here are some tid bit scraps about how this works, when brought down to a more human world thinking level. Remember that the math proves all the words I speak, and anyone reading this may reproduce it in any way they so choose to do, and take it to any large university, to the top dog physics and or mathematical and statistical analysis departments, and they will tell you that what I say here is all the dam ass truth. Yes, I only thought that the late 2009 AT&T television commercial was the deep end of MC's inconceivable 'darker' sense of humor; and I totally admit to being fully wrong and ignorant. Folks, the reason we see twins of people, you know, lookalikes, the reason many unexplainable events happen, from the pyramids being built, all the way to any unsolved and seemingly unexplained mysterious event in human history, is explainable only with the truth of the five full dimensions of Astral-Dream-Down material tangible realities. I don't dare say right now what I would like to say, but I will, it is just a matter of really screwing up my courage, as it will most likely, lead me to the realization of my recurring nightmares of ending up in prison. I have said way too much Mister Rockford McGuire, but hear this, oh lovely family. I AM FOREVER, so no matter what you do to me, I AM HERE. I have uncovered maybe 10-20 percent of the secrets, and when it reaches 40-80, this is when things will become quite interesting. This world is clueless to the power of my words on this blog, no matter what they think they may know about all of this Morianity, they know jack. I know jack, for that matter. Still, if Jack = X, then I am at maybe 3.67029572X, on a scale from 1-1000. But give me some time, and Pope, YES, I'll blow this whole thing right down, that is unless all this nightmare stops, lovely B.E.G. Laugh at me all you want to, you're in great company, girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





I AM UNDER A VERY HEAVY MOTHER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE AND GARGANTUAN ASSAULT TODAY, THIS FUCKED UP MAJOR SUPER BOTBAR DAY, AND TWENTIETH DAY IN CUNT LAPPING JUNE, 2013 AD. IT IS NOW LATE ON THURSDAY FUCKING AFTERNOON.





All day long, despite a thunderstorm on and off, all around me, HUGE GIGANTIC FUCKING-DEATH 'CHEMTRAILS' ARE ALL OVER THE PLACE, ESPECIALLY LOADED UP TO THE EAST OF ME, AND THEY SENT ME A MIND HACK AS THEY READ MY FUCKING THOUGHTS RIGHT NOW, MAKING ME WANT TO INITIALLY SAY TO THE FUCKING CUNT WEST OF ME, NO IT IS TO MY EAST, BUT ALL OVER TOWN AS WELL; IN-BETWEEN THE THUNDER CLOUDS. On top of this, a major HOSTILITY-HOLOGRAM IS ALSO ALL AROUND ME TODAY, WITH THE EXCEPTION OF ONE VERY NICE NABE OF MINE, AND IT MAY BE CONNECTED TO MY DEATH PUNISHMENT, AS WE EXCHANGED SOME INTERESTING INFORMATION EARLIER ON, and that's all anybody needs to know other than for this, to tie it all totally together in a nice juicy and stinky disgusting garbage bag, that it all belongs in aniwho! Without getting into specifics and placing another life in extreme mother fucking danger, let me say that around the turn of the century, despite meeting my very first family member for the first time, half a dozen years back in Deptford, New Jersey; and interestingly enough; the same general fucking area where the AME Church was located and maybe still is, where one member of the congregation was a very close friend to the father of the queen of disco herself, Donna Summer, and of course, I am speaking of the great cool dude and Building Maintenance Company owner like my pal Bernard Derakowski back in 1981 and 1982, but I am a total believer in having major respect for what was in the fictional television script on the voted by viewers number one choice in original STAR TREK shows, titled, “City on the Edge of Forever”, as indeed, there are eddies and currents, and backwash systems that run not only through time's D-4, but most towel definitely, wet and dry, through, no puns but speaking of and give me a break Marge Barge Leo, YO; but also that run through hyperspace's D-5. Now according to Gawky Gaukauk, time should be D-4 and is, but hyper-space, Mizz McCoo, is D-5, but interestingly enough, the majority of users of the word HYPERSPAVE, do in fact break it up into two words, and hyphenate it, you know HYPER SPACE, each word indeed containing 5 letters, as TIME contains 4, more fascinating shit from the annals of the great and powerful OZCAT, speaking of what got said before all fucking cunt eating hell broke out with this siege, although even this is a tad bit off of the total mark of truth, and let me explain just why, my good believers out there, YO! The day is starting out real nasty for me. I had horrible nightmares all night long, except for being with ISIS for a short while as she met me in a parallel universe, coming to me as an incredibly beautiful young tall dark haired girl, but so many bad things were all around me, and again, people were trying to get me put into jail. This has been going on since 1977 when these nightmares all began about going to jail. I've never ever been in jail, and this totally fucking sucks. Now this little paste in is no hack or accident folks. Things did not start in this waking world with the hell around me once I left my apartment. It began with a second mother fucking night of major ALL FUCKING NIGHT-MARES!















QUIT PICKING ON ME, YOU TYPE-3-EXPN SUB SCUM MOTHER FUCKERS, I AM NOT BOTHERING YOU, AND BESIDES, LIGHTNING IS HERE WATCHING OVER ME, AND THE NEXT STOP SHE MAY MAKE, IS TO YOUR HOUSE; TO INCINERATE IT, SO BACK FUCKING OFF OF ME, PRICKS.

















I AM NOT ABLE TO TELL 95% OF SHIT I WANT TO, AND YES FOLKS, TO QUOTE DAWN-MARIE KING, “IT GETS GEUOOOD” LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, REAL FUCKING ASS GOOD, BUT I CAN ONLY SAFELY TELL THE 5%, OR ELSE I WILL FIND MYSELF WITH SOME MEAN DOGS AROUND ME, ON A ROOF OVERLOOKING A BAYWATCH TYPE TOWER, WITH THE CENTRAL PIER TO MY RIGHT, AND THE OLD STEEL PIER TO MY LEFT, AND DIRECTLY BENEATH ME, THE GREAT ALMIGHTY WAYV-FM RADIO STATION, ALONG WITH THE REAL TRUE HEADQUARTERS OF THE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND CLUB OF THE MCCOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







For a very long time now, before I ever posted one thing on a Youtube account on the thirtieth of December in 2010, I was told to, in powerful dreams, by the great ISIS-ERMC. It began after being at work at Cifaloglio Garage one day, in Folsom, New Jersey, 3000 miles from the other more famous Folsom and the mighty Johnny Cash, another substance abuser, goddess help the entire Entertainment World (EW)! On this particular night, something happened that caused me to listen to a particular side of a cassette tape, that forever altered this planet's history, and this is no exaggeration, hay give me a break, is what I tell about the Dow Jones a lot of yuk yuk yuk McNulty stuff, folks? Really,

is there another MORIANITY, or something even close to it; anywhere else, up on this great and powerful OZERNET????







DOES THIS DUDE KNOW HIS ONIONS OR NOT GINA????????









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So here I am my wonderful awesome believers, of whom I think are between 2-4 somewhere, and I love you all with 100% of me totally enlightened beingness, (I love these other two to four parts of me, that are not me directly), in other words, knowing this makes me 'enlightened', nothing else, no trances, no potions, no meeting of the minds with a group of gurus on a mountaintop, no illegal drug consumptions, and on an don I could go. Let us get back to the wild stuff presently so urgent in MORIANITY. TANKS!!!! Only the Vatican really understands MORIANITY, and even they are smart enough to keep their mouths shut. Lightning told me last night in Akoslem City, that I better tell the truth and not leave my Morians hanging in there with the Hammonton's and the Huntington's, so I must now obey her commands. After-all, she's my beyond hot and unfathomably awesome baby-blond love of my life, and the third part of a wild triple GODDESS, and no more needs to be said now or ever, or the entire thing will go right into the NUKESON can! Not yet, Mister McNulty, not unless you think a set of stairs in Suffolk County, New York was real funny in the very early seventies as well, old pal from Exton, Pennsylvania! So here I am in my car with a tape playing, while doing guard duty one night, during my STOCKHOLM KIDNAPPING days of latter ohm-8 through most of all of ohm-9. By December of 2009, I thought I had learned the full depravity of my oldest daughter's sense of humor, I hadn't. Now laugh if you really are dirt bag enough to want to, MMCN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



This is like discussing Atlantic City, or Sarah Jacobson, or for that matter, the great United States Government, the Vatican, and the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE. We can talk, we can cry, we can do a Disney cower speed away with Gramps Spears screaming his lungs out in the back seat for an ever greater metal pedal, but all of that, and so much more, I never until just today, really knew just how down right mean and frightening, my kid can be, once something you do pisses her off. There is no grabbing the minute hand, and trying to fling it back; as it is simply a hopeless cause. The difference between doing things via the ES, and just lots of other great parlor tricks; is that all averaged out and then remeasured again, the agonies inflicted upon those victimized by either of these monstrous atrocities that dwarf any concept ever conceived by Hitler, the ES causes way more lifelong everlasting deeper unhealed injuries, after all is said and done, after all the pieces of dog shit are swept up off the smelly floor, and after the fat lady finally sits down, stops writing, stops singing, and keels over like Shelly Winters' heart attack, after her heroic swim-dive, in that great movie, “The Poseidon Adventure”; the ship named after the true King of the sea, Mister Cavelantisocleevious Krassle, AKA Neptune-Jupiter-Poseidon. Him and his lovely wife, on the Astral-Plane, chase me away from their great daughter, Sarah Stacey Jehovah Krassle, and then I am the bad guy for being the victim of this hellish hyper video-game of the Lawnmower-Man-2 system, for roughly, 1.49720507 times ten to the twenty-fifth trillionth power year equivalent in Astral-Interaction-Event or (AIE), something never measurable to the last drop, any more than we can ever determine an exact relationship of a closed curve (circle), between its through-ness (diameter) and it's all the way around-ness (circumference). We can say 3.14, or take it out a bit more to say, 3.14159265, but it still never ever stops, yet there is perfect connection, and we can see it with any circle a child of two draws on a piece of paper. So before you tell me there are no mysteries unsolvable, let me first take a good healthy crap into your brain, so that maybe you will think better after that. Who can ever know, with or without those cool ass breath echos, Copyright Examiners, AHA-AHA-AHA? Go back to 1971, Mike McNulty. You're not welcome here today, on Morianity. Thank you.



Yes, Lightning told me that I must be honest, and tell the truth. I admit I slightly made things appear just razor edge off of perfect truth when I said on a previous blog that Diana is scared to come around me, just as with many others, and I gave the one real good example around the time that Iraq invaded Kuwait, with the Resident Manager Nate, at the Echelon Towers Building of Voorhees, Township, New Jersey, USAESMWG. I'll bet dimes to cunt sniffing donuts right about now, my old ex-bizz partner PP is heading straight for his local K-Mart with his own dirty pants, right about now. He must remember the shit I told him through the phone back before he had me rolling on the floor with his voice-mail message that he left me, a year and a half back somewhere in time. He knows I do what needs to be done. He know if you bastards won't stop hurting me, that I'll do exactly what is needed, to deal with the situation and take care of bizz, a lot better than he ever took care of making all those millions in the music business, WEEEEENA. Yes there have been a lot of very special and very precious girls in my life, and all anyone has to do is examine the United States Copyright Office records, under the name of MARK WAYNE MOHR, to see that this is all true. I do not get stuff from all of them. They get it from me; unless you want to seriously believe that I am a real live true honest to the gods, T—I—M—E ***** T—R—A—V—E—L—E—R!!!!!!!!!!





Yes ladies and gentlemen, Sarah Jacobson was indeed, a very special girl. Too bad Mister Mackey would not let me run my cassette recorder that day, as a lot more was said in the shadows, than just the great Bob Madison Club of the Teacher's Lounge, and a few who's sleeping around with who stories, that go hand in hand with any and all high schools all over the cunt eating country, and most likely, the civilized world. Still, Mister McDowell, maybe I love my calendar girl and my calendars, and you loved taping as much as I did back then, but the real secrets have not even begun to speak out, right oh lovely Karen Upchuck Carpenter-83? Now I know that was not a nice thing to say, and I do sincerely apologize, but it gets the point across, when I do a General Patton, you know; tell it down and dirty. There is not always time for the amenities of niceness, unfortunately, we live in as very mean, nasty, ugly, evil fucking ass world, and you all know this is true!















Now moving on with the topic of the great Goddess Sarah Jacobson, good believers and other folks; I told in the first three years of my blogs, a lot about her, as well as some stuff that all happened. Later of course, I began to realize that this awesome two year old from New York, was able to become this 22 year old super girl at my school. I told you how she already knew about the Watergate days, but never clarified back then, just what she knew and when. The day she first discussed it in quick bursts of a few choice words, was back on the newly built bridge in the late springtime in the year of 1972, telling how 40 days from now, on the 17 June day, as it was then early April on an unusually warm early spring afternoon, this would all happen. Once she said this, I suddenly remembered a dream I had of her just that night, where she was telling Steve the Jock, that she does not kiss boys. Fifteen minutes later, this actually went down in what you would call, real life. Talk about needing the services of K-Mart. I know I had some ass wiping to do back at the school. I told how that autumn upon returning to school in late October, I had been beaten up in the same manner as my Cousin Donald had, at a place we need not discuss right now, and instead of the perpetrators being expelled, I was after shit was all blamed on me, and I was then back at special education all over again, upsetting my mother beyond any verbal description. She had been planning this for a while and was hell bent on getting me out of the area, and I think we all know why. It's been told and told and needs no rehash job at this current time. Melanie Safka the folk music diva was just out with her great song at the time, called, “Brand New Key”. Locked up inside all of this, for all Dan Mackey and I ever knew, was this entire mess still ongoing right to this very minute, and so maybe indeed, and as the great MS said all along, maybe then, I too have this mysterious key. Or maybe I did have it and MS was unaware that ISIS had taken this stuff out of my closet in 1969, at the Dellway Arms Apartments, on Oakland Avenue, in Oaklyn, New Jersey, Apartment O-15, as in Gawky Gaukauk and his letter-number order numerology. In any event, this did not all happen random in some meaningless happenstance grouping of silly coincidental things. Anyone foolish enough to believe this and to discredit the MORIANITY truths that really double as the ADULT VERSION and reprinted BOOK OF THE BEACH, burned by Russell Thaxton that night in middle December of 1969 or maybe it was a little later on, as ISIS has fuzzed out my memories now, for all I know it could have happened right around the time that Dorothea Dario threw my bicycle into the Newton Creek, in early January in 1970. In any event, the hypnotic SUNRAM eclipse, was still a short ways off, taking place in March. Bob Madison was all a part of this, as was John Zane, only in ways totally outside any boxes of rationale. As of this point, I still am putting together possible scenarios of how it all fits together, right down to Zane's teacher, Mister Ciprionni Ohm. There is so much more to tell about 1969-1971, and the joke is on ISIS, for telling me to tell the blogs more about this as well as the progressing years after this leading up to the song, 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS' and the interaction where she sang this song to me, in early June of 1980, and now is more than 33 years back into time. You can wonder about a million things that all link up to all of this, along with the great original interaction and the giant county wide chemtrail that dispersed and dissipated all over the skies above me, on the following morning on that chilly December day in 1969, just half a year after the almighty Misses Marola made sure that I did that school play, so as to be at a precise place and time, later on that day, down in Atlantic City, New Jersey, to hear the mighty and great Sarah say to folks riding in a car that came bolting down Tennessee Avenue, “Your friends are in the shop”. Just tell me this folks, and I know the internet is gargantuan and appears to include the entire world up there. Is there another Morianity or something even close to it, anywhere up on this great and powerful OZERNET???? I would seriously doubt this myself, but admit to not being god almighty. Still, before we do move on with the great SARAH, which caused my poor mother and I to be assaulted and criminally preyed upon in numerous ways almost 24 years in the future, minus a month or two, back on the second day of August in 1996, at the Pathmark Shopping Center of Turnersville, New Jersey, County of Gloucester, Township of Washington, and BOOM, don't get MOWED DOWN or jacked in by all these incredible backwash, eddy, current SPACE-TIME-MIND symbolism's, YO folks, and please, is a big ass W-O-W needed right about here?





















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So back to the story that is not off a shade or two from total 100% TRUTH! Lightning told me that she is not afraid of any of these people in hyperspace. But SHE IS AFRAID THAT they will hurt me and mess with me, if she comes around and brings me joy and happiness; as this is never permitted by my ENEMIES, the ruthless vicious evil monster sub-scum MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ''THAT'' is what she is scared of, SIR ROCKDROID KIRK AND KID!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, as for kid, she almost never got here, as you got the royal bear hug of your life by old Android Rock that day, when Nurse Chapel was with you; and the lovely vision of gorgeous sensuousness, the 'girl-droid', whose name, or number, or whatever; congressman; I now have forgotten. I have not seen this shit since 1973, in my Russell Thaxton First Morianity original version long burned, O-15 bedroom, of 'GAMES EXPERTS', and accidental flip sides, that for this one time at Cifaloglio, was meant for me, imagine that, entertainment world?????????? So say it Dawn and Dad, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT! OK, that's been said, PTL, PR-80! Then there was Misses Marola, who made sure, another ''kid'' would come to be, along with that unfathomable mind and suigenerous sense of humor oh hers, the wow needed for this one folks, stretches across light years of space, so forget seeing it on this blog, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NA!!!!!!!!





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Mizz Bondi, if David Roth were here to be my witness, he would tell you under sworn oath how real this all is, hard as it may be for you to fathom. These peeps have very great reasons for keeping me out of music, and really, a moron can see what's happening, if he or she would just look and honestly see what is what here, with both their eyes and their hearts. But alas, as I told Lenny McKinnon in 1908, “I ALREADY KNOW HOW THIS WILL ALL TURN OUT”, and no Mizz AG, it ain't real pretty, nothing like you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

































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This is DEAD FUCKING SERIOUS BULLSHIT, whether or not any of you are getting it yet or not; and very soon, you may just be going, oh yeah, that little fucking bastard said all that, back on the cunt eating thirteenth night in June, and wow; now look at shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











This is nothing new about lightning by the way. I have been following this ever since the middle eighties when all of this fucking nightmare shit began for me, good people! I do not hide stuff, and there are no secrets in MORINAITY. It is all in plain view, but if it does not quack like an EARTHDUCK, many will never be able to hear any of it no matter how plainly it barks out at you. This is why Jesus, after the great resurrection, was recognized as slightly different in appearance, when in fact and truth, the difference was in the mind's eye of the many beholders, who just could not totally escape the EARTHDUCK QUACKING SYNDROME. They see, they hear, but it is all fake steak and techno-pop. The problem is that everything shares a commonality and this is that nothing is really real, so then, what the fuck is phony, anyway? When anyone figures out that little powerhouse wisdom bite, share it please, and then, you are definitely ready to understand the following little quick squib about Morianity hating secrets, and why the LORD called EARTHERS, ''hypocrites'' over and over again, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NA WELLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't care if it is the example of several months back with Mister Woods-golfer and fiance', or anyone out here with a Facebook account, or any social media. How can you keep a straight face, and do all this stuff; and then hate the government for supposedly spying on you? Also, when Tiger and his girl posted all that stuff up, and then demand their privacy, no offense, and this is just an example using name recognized people to make a better point; but millions of you all are biblically described so perfectly. The NSA is not taking your privacy, you all have been giving it away for years, and then you complain. Now as for me, I have a message to get out, and could care less how many people are spying on me. Spy on, rock on, roll on, roll over and play dead for all I care, I mean folks, get real; this is totally ass ridiculous. If anyone could care less, Morianity has told you now, for seven or eight years, that this was all true; only no millions of people know my name, the way that they know the dude who squealed. Also, FYI lovely folks, they don't HAVE TIME to give a shit about you or me or our lives. The entire planet has been under surveillance for decades, and the teck is just better recently and so it all has come out, but not to burst any bubbles or egos out here, but unless you are planning on doing something that is a threat to America, they don't even know your name, or want to. They have raw data that great programs examine and analyze, with a time backlog that you would not believe. They are just now examining the most important key-word-signaled data from 5-10 years ago, and this is why they were not on top of the 911 event. The manpower is lacking, not the teck. If you could record just 6 hours of the day, 40 of your favorite television channels, tell me how you will ever catch up to watching it all back? You'll get an ever increasing lag time as time keeps passing. The NSA is not the problem. The problem is social media out of control and nutty people. How can you get out there and tell your life to an open world, and then expect or try and demand 'PRIVACY'? It's the quintessential oxymoron if ever there could be one. Either want the world to know your name, or don't, but why do you all vacillate back and forth? If you have accounts and tweet out your basic life moves 24-7, then what's your problem with big brother reading the same pages, hay, call me dumb peeps, I just don't get any of it, so if I am missing something, why not straighten out this dumb old fuck?



People say that I'm fucking Looney Tunes. Fine, I guess I am, because for the life of me, I simply do not get the new age American citizens, and really for the most part, the entire new age so-called civilized global internet society. I mean really, I have had things happen to me that go beyond the fucking known universe, and have begun to write and record about it ever since 1995. I've copyrighted shit, written music, written blogs, it is all real, and I only hope the dam fucking feds read it and examine it all. None of this shit makes one bit of sense to me, so if it does to you, and you will not ever comment and explain this to me in a full paragraph and not a dumb ass 15 word or less bird chirp, well, to me, I see myself dead center in a huge jungle with billions of folks beating their chest and doing Tarzan imitations. Hay why not, we can call him, Techno-Tarzan, huh Mister WD of the non electronic fluid realms? Yes Mike McNulty, you certainly surely may; so go for it, BRO!!!!!!!!





WEEEE----NA, GINA, and Nina; signing off FOR RIGHT NOW, WHAAAAAABIT!!



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