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MORIANITY PART V, CHAPTER CXXVI
7:11 P.M., JULY 11, 2013, THURSDAY SUPER BOTBAR DAY, MONTH, YEAR, DECADE, CY &MM.
MORIANITY PART 5, CHAPTER 00126Well you want it loud and dirty, General Sir, and that’s what you’ll get, along with short and sweet, not the blog, but each sub-set part of many many many Ingrid-84 parts of it, AT&T!
First things first. I am tired of insulting the intelligence of my readers. They may think I am a fucking worthless nut for the most part, yet they still, for reasons known only to them, keep reading me. That’s there own business. As for me, let me tell it, all of it, super abridged of course, so nobody can think right now that by reading through this blog, they’ll come away with the fucking wisdom of the guru sages. Still, Lenny sir, let’s go, all tanning lotions and salons of Giantville Mechanic Stations of Berlin, New Hollywood Jersey. Wow, I am so fucking dogshit impressed. When you can do some of the things that I can do, now you can really give me the evil stare down, Mizz ‘Gianto’ of 2004, with all of your stupid ridiculous cellphone calls and stupidity.
As Mike Kelly would put it in the late nineties, on his publication known then as “Secrets From the Next Dimension”, ‘THE CHEMTRAILS ARE BACK TO STAY’. Every day or just about, for weeks now, this has been the case, here in my area of Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG, 24/7/365.2422. But folks, if you think that any one issue right now is really important, or if they do for that fucking ass matter; then I say, as perhaps would Tiny Tim as well, not the vocalist; Bless them everyone. THE FLYING RACING BULL RALLY STOCK FUCKING MARKET IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD YOU IT WAS GONNA’ DO, GINA, GINA, GINA, GINA, GINA, AND ALL OTHER GINA’S AND NON-GINA’S OUT HERE. ‘BUT‘my good people out here; or maybe not so good as how can I possibly know this one way or the other, dam it Coach Othershoe Dammit Bowerman of the U of O/Nike, even though I have no way of getting a read on the audience of my words, I can however know a lot of mysterious things that go far beyond the realms of what others can get in their normal every day waking world lives. First off, I am all through treating anyone out here as an idiot, and my most sincere apology for doing so this long. Yes there are plenty of PP types, but along with them are plenty of more advanced thinkers, who may or may not agree with me and see things my exact way, but they ain’t stupid, and they know that this thing with THE STOCK MARKET, MY DAUGHTER, THIS FAMILY, THESE BLOGS, AND THE FACT THAT NO HUMAN GAME OR SYSTEM WOULD BE GOING ON THIS LONG, YOU KNOW THIS, YOU ARE NOT IN THE FUCKING THIRD GRADE LENNY BRISCOE, AND YOU KNOW IT, YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND IT ANY MORE THAN I DO, BUT YOU DO FUCKING KNOW IT, AND SO, I am all through treating you all like a group of little kids or dummies. I apologize for my recent doing of such, as well. Now it is going to be loud and dirty, and General Patton Style or ‘GPS’, only nothing to do with any cartography or satellites or position scans.
Ever since I posted up the entire 1983 re-did song called now, “YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”, things exploded in my face like a fucking cunt thermonuclear hyper bomb of continental destruction capability. Skeptics such as politicians, those who disowned me long ago, and new ones who told me politely to go see McKannon, all of them and any of them; they see only what they want to. They would try and rationalize away the things happening all around me, and that is again, totally their mother fucking squat eating business. I am all for freedom, and would have it no other way. The Missourians Club of the majority skeptical folks, or the (MCMSF) for shortened abbreviation, would also see the entire so-called ”music problem” that David Roth and I first observed, very shortly after we first met on a security guard job, in Woodbury Heights, in New Jersey, in early November of 1985; and as was all predicted by my Battleship Einstein Invisibility Experimentation subject father; as happening later on in my life just as it did; as the overactive imagination of merely two failed musicians. Well I cannot speak for David, only for myself. When people like the president of the MCMSF, Mister Edward Himacane Lynch, who believed nothing other than real black and white in your face things, said to me one day, “Mark, things happen in your life that I simply cannot explain”, well, that is like a drowning person begging a large drink of water. It really does fucking say it all, and that is all I can now say, of it. You either think, as did another jerk off David back in early 2011, that my pants are on fire, or you don’t, but I know I that I am being 100% honest and truthful to you all, here on this fucked up blog. I TOLD YOU, of the stock market, of the problem I have with anything connected to music, of the powerful unlimited abilities of this family and especially Mizz Doogie Howser Junior, my mysterious illness from 1983 being a lot more tied up in all of this 40 year plus nightmare, than even I thought, back when these blogs first began in 2006, by me, the MOUNTAINPEN NEBNOOSHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not gloating, ‘but’ really folks, or during any school fights of fiction, B-U-Twe cannot forget that I also told you about parlor tricks and time travel, and exploratronics and somnambulists, all back during the early part of these blogs, as well, so am I lying, David Drugpants?????????????
I told the beginning of the Fascitar, I told how I have been followed and even attacked upon occasion when MUSIC is xconnected with any of this, I have told you all every single part of my nightmare fucking story. If you go to the biography section in my blogs, most of them, I post it now, and you can then fucking easily click onto the 5 old parts of Morianity, that were one blog, until I got fucked and stopped late in 2011 and had to begin this new version or second part in Morianity, this current one blog; but it merely connects right up to those blogs, and they all are in perfect dated order, at www.blogger.com. A direct link if you are reading this anywhere not on BLOGGER, is as follows:
None of you out here, NONE, could survive my HELL. This is why no one else has my level of fucking enlightenment. This may sound as a brag, but it is a plea for help from someone with clout, only none ever comes. I only did this blogging at the fucking cunt lapping behest of Chris Bennett and Eddie Lynch, as they told me that this would in fact be the eventual outcome, if nothing else, some curious person would make contact and wish to help, and of course also have the necessary means and clout to be able to really do so. I have been out here following their advice now for over seven and a half mother fucking years, wasting my time, and getting absolutely fucking cock sucking nowhere at all! WHY? Simple, as with all things, SOMEONE IS STOPPING IT FROM HAPPENING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Someone with extreme absolute total power over this entire reality and waking world. If you’re waiting for the Air force or anyone else to print this all answering information, then watch your face wrinkle up like a nice fucking ass prune and your hair fall out and what’s left turn to bright white. It won’t happen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But there are a few dumb as folks who still say after reading my blogs, hay asshole Mountainpen, I don’t follow one thing you are trying to say or tell. Well, gee, of course you don’t, you are not supposed to if you aren’t. I do not know how to talk much plainer and stay out of a bunch of law suits. How dumb the fuck are you’s????????????????? I try and expose my enemy nabes to the family-connection, and right away, AND AS YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO RECALL, BOOM, I get big time fucked with with this rent bullshit issue. Don’t worry, it will be taken care of tomorrow. No one can Eddie Lynch ‘explain’ it or why exactly ity all happened, but tomorrow, my TD bank, free of normal charge, will STOP PAYMENT on my original check, and put another through to the Housing Authority, along with the verification that I did try and pay this on time as I always do on the day my SS Disability money comes into my bank account, and it was not one bit my fault that it is getting paid half a month fucking late. Still, this is why the market flew up another 200 points almost, today. HURT ME, FUCK WITH ME, FUCK WITH MY LIFE, MY PROPERTY, AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP IT GOES, FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But don’t listen the fuck to me, I am only right all the time, this never fucking ever fails, oh yeah, right, sure, I am just a big assfuckinghole, YO DOGS! WOLF-WOLF, ”BUT” Henry Fonda!
How can anyone of you tell me that my wonderful daughter has not been messing with me since she was a child, and then before that, as Sarah from 10-SC Avenue. When someone vanishes out of this worldf 100%, no record of them, no memory of them, hay, you do the fucking god dam math, people. Then I won’t lie. I did what Roger Colaman told me not to do after my apology song was posted. That was all SHE WANTED, but no, I said to myself, hay, why not, here is a way to prove this all to the world. Yeah, some great mice and men plan, huh YO? Things have fucking god dam N—E—V—E—R BEEN THIS BAD FOR ME, NOT FUCKING EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This even beats where it all seemed to begin getting worse, the great mother fucking ‘B—–U—–T’—–1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Look people, just because you are here in 2013, and were born somewhere as who you think you are, in 1915-1999 somewhere, stop living with tons of shit in your brain. There are trillions of years in this space-time continuum, and way more than trillion of parallel universes that the math equations verify, and just because this is not talked about in school or on TV all the time, that is because most of you only care about stupid shit from the entertainment world, the biggest trouble makers involved in all of this in the fucking first place!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A lot more shit is going on all around this little ass universe, just because you are sitting around watching TEEN-NICK, or General Hospital, or Two and a Half Men, or whatever; that does not dispel the other realities, far beyond that, a quintillion times over. The coffee beans are really beginning to stink up the kitchens of this world each morning, why not at least attempt to wake the hell up, WORLD????????????????????????????????????
Let me give you some shit for now, and later, I promise to fucking blow your minds from here to count Von-Cucci Haddonfield in 1970, and back again, Suann M fro PCI of ’73. Forget this part of this mother fucking wild family that has been blogged about a lot from 2008-2013, and T+ counting. Let us go and move to an entirely other realm, even though, and as song-promised, both songs actually right Tony Bonjovi old ‘buddy’ you of all people, WOW; but yes, we never can really ‘escape them’, not even in hot Florida. Shortly after a young African American lad of 16, thought it funny to be in on some wild parlor trick of his pal and him busting the hubcap on my Saturn Automobile and then letting me know it was busted at a nearby telephone booth while I was phoning my mother; he said a few other things that I had blocked out of my memory. He called me Mister Lucky and repeated it several times, and smirked at me with a grin that I wanted to literally smack right off of his dam face that late afternoon in 1996, on the Black Horse Pike, in New Jersey. Three times in a very short conversation, he called me that, ”nick-name”, even though he was the one with the ‘nick’ name. Did you read this up here in 2013, and go back to laugh at me, as I remember another thing you said while you kept interrupting me while I was trying to speak to my mom on that fucking payphone? He said, “there’s some ‘monster ass’ damage to your hubcap, Mister Lucky”. Years later while I slept at my trailer one day, and working weekend night shift at Cifaloglio as a Security Guard, he was showing me he had grown up, and that shortly after he did this to me, he was also working at some mall as a Security Guard, and a fire broke out. In this wild ‘dream’ that he got me into with him, my cassette deck was in a store that this fire was coming from, and he grabbed it and took it out to me and handed it to me, and he said, “we don’t want that burning up BRO, that thing makes monster ass recordings”. It wasn’t until a week ago, and I did not blog it, nor did I ever plan to until all this shit went down, but I was right back in that same dream with him, and he said we are going to be going to Boston soon, just you and me, we’re not taking my wife, she’s in a really bad mood. I said why? He said because she met somebody who had powers, you know, like on that Mentalist TV show, and she found out all about you. You of course meant ME. I said when? He said, around the time Angela and Donna kept their word about not wanting the Twin Towers back, just the dude with the golden chains on his motorcycle jacket. The US Copyright Office knows fully well, the Astral-Plane equivalent of the words TWIN and TWO, and TOWERS and dollars. They have a copy and it’s either on their 1988 or 1989 copyright, both misspelled but called now in 20-20 hindsight, EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, you can view this for yourself right now when I shortly post up my copyright records for you. Last night, the Atlantic Ocean was extremely good to me, and we played together and had a wonderful time for what seemed like years. I knew I would be punished for this, just as in early autumn of 1994, when she came to me as both this form, along with her form as the teenaged girl, when Mariena and Japtarama chased me away from her later at the end of it. Japtarama on the Astral-plane translates not Earth mortal world English language, to the word, Poseidon.
For the past two weeks, the illegal mother fucking noisy jerk off neighbor has been back. No one believes me that he is here. He is here, it is not a lie. Yet no one will admit to seeing this mother fucking prick. Well, who will admit the Jesus Christ slight visual alteration resurrection syndrome, for that matter, oh lovely world of fake steak filled with salt, pepper, and techno-pop? Hay Bob A, ‘WHATEVER’ from 1975!
This sentence was fucking HACKED OFF 4 times now, WOW!
Yeah, crazy me, huh PP, oh and immature, what a mirror you have dude, I envy you. It must be the greatest mirror in the fucking world, MISTER PAUL DREAMTEMPERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS IS MORIANITY,PART FIVE,AND PLEASE BELIEVERS AND L-4 FOLKS, TRY AND HAVEYOURSELVESAVERY VERY NICEDAY.
YOU ARE CONTINUING TO READ CHAPTER 00126. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I LOVE YOU LIGHTNING, MORE THAN MY ROTTEN LIFE A TRILLION TIMES TEN TO THE INFINITE POWER. THANK YOU FOR COMING OVER TO SEE ME NOW, BABY-BLOND, IWALU!
11 JULY, 2013, Paula King is a covert killer, Regis!
It is a dozen minutes shy of three this Thursday super botbar afternoon. It feels a hundred an fifty degrees outside, with frizzle, and recently a little tiny bit of distant lightning. I wish to the gods that SHE would come right in here and be with me,and end this infinite nightmare once and for all, yes I hear you, I LOVE YOU, I know you can instantly access through your electrons, what I am typing on this electronic gismo. Your parents on the Astral Plane are murdering me!!!
Yesterday, the roach spray maintenance peeps were in here spraying around, but this is not killing this weird mini-ant that has invaded me for some time. When they were here, I observed a note at my outer door in-between the grooved slots that are angled in a way so that notes can be left, and are by the Housing authority, regarding numerous issues, from time to time. This was a note saying that I DID NOT PAY MY RENT. I did pay my rent, of course, the day my disability money clears into my bank as I always do each month. The bank shows no record, yet they gave me a receipt that shows it. They printed me a statement for me to show the Resident Manager, and tomorrow when she is in her office at this building, in the morning, I WILL. Also, the bank is checking with the Housing Authority to see what the problem is as I paid a check at the bank as I always do, and TD BANK and the Fort Pierce Housing authority offer this service to come in and pay the rent directly there, along with a check and the upper part of the rental notice, mailed to each renter every month on the final week of each month. You also have the option of taking into the Authority, and their building is closer, than the bank, over on Orange Avenue, between 6th and 7th Avenues, next to the Wells Fargo Bank North Fort Pierce Office. But even though a lady is seated in an office behind some enclosed glass, she does not take the rent, and you have to plop it into a very public slot that can easily be met with mischievousness should some dirty bastard decide to ever pull a reach-grab and the box gets full, or use the old chewing gum trick that at least will not lead to anyone dying of Aids the way I did in 1983, SISTER CARPENTER, I’m here now MI, doesn’t that matter at all to you???????????????????????????????????????? In any event, YO, I thought trusting the bank would be a better move for me, but not when the system is trying to get rid of you and put you out in the street. The State Attorney General, Mizz Bondi won’t help me or believe me, so you won/t be seeing her pretty little face on the blogs any more. But I know what I know, folks, and I, know that someone is intentionally mother fucking trying to cause me endless misery, and major hassles, eventually leading me to one of three eventualities, a tomb, a sike commitment without any wild out of time and tune musicians (eat your hearts out Dave and Darius), or where else, land of recurring fields of danger nightmares, but PRISON. The WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE if they have their druthers, the order would be, confined to a box six feet below the ground, confined to prison, or confined to a state sike horse pistol, as old Bruce Perfect only-human Pennock would say this so long ago, by most mortal standards and points of view. He has no idea who is biggest fan is and has been for so long, and I am not gonna’; give the dude a big head and look him up and show him all this shit. We have enough people walking around this fucking world thinking that they’re just so dam ass all that times ten to the power of ninety, and so why should I aid in increasing the number and count of bozos such as this, Mister Patrick Jane. Still, I feel so sorry for him and his show, and I knew the night that super Red John list last episode aired, that things would end up CANCELLED AGAIN, just as what happened in April of 1971, with the great fucking serial television show, “Dark Shadows”; for daring to really get folks slowly indoctrinated, through a long time believable plot, that indeed; there really is a Lenny McKannon, or you know, all joking aside; maybe it is really smarter if I just say, THE DEVIL, as this is a moving entity, and can go from place to place, and the great holy words say this exactly, how he walks on the Earth from place to cause, fuckin g up all the shit he wants to and has a major goal and plan to wipe out anything connected with the Huntington Family, of which my DNA-CHAIN is directly along, and other powerful folks too, let us leave shit right there, lads and lassies, OK, John King? Yes Diana, I see you, you lovely gorgeous baby-blond, in your mortal world form as a channel of delicious beautiful electrons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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. This dovetails into my point for right now, and IS NOT an old blog, but may appear DEJA-VU FAMILIAR, as things all blend together, and this is really a world of energy in real truth, and then our brain’s consciousness machinery, divides by C-SQ, so that this truer reality is then transformed for our connected awareness in being, into the matter world where we are now living and typing or reading, and ‘whatever’ Bob Andrews of Oak Street, old ‘BUDDY’ of the Forget-Me Club!!!
Every miracle that has ever resulted in somebody being canonized, is explainable entirely in five full dimensions, but we all exist materially in only three. There is a way to actually do more than all of the ‘Steve Hawking types’ ever have yet to do, and it will be told in both an instructional way as well as in a journal story-telling way, but when I am all through, this world will topple right on its ass. I know a lot more than any of my mother fucking enemies think I do. Yes Diana, I love you, and I see and hear you, BABY-BLOND love doll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FOLKS, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, when you see a new post with some old and familiar writings, do not just log off. It may start old seeming as a repeat, but will merge into brand new stuff, proving to you, that indeed, time is pure illusion in three dimensions, and further proving how life does indeed GET US STUCK AND TRAPPED, INTO CYCLES, and much much much much fucking ass more, this is just a scratching of the dam surface of shit, believers, YO! I love you so much, LIGHTNING, you are all around me, and making me so very happy, lovely wonderful awesome girl!!!!!! GOLLLLLLEEY, Sargent Carter, why is this all happening to me, MI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes one day too late, I’ll come looking for you, I’ll no longer know who you are. Remember a girl from my little boy world, and doing the best to forget who you are. Yes you are my STACEY, the great Sarah-Stacey, you’re more than a girl; from the shore. You sent her to me so that I’d love you too, but instead I forgot even more.
WOW, do you think I ever wanted to forget you, BEG?
Yes, they are trying to cleverly throw me into the street, and I need your help, TROPLE GODDESS. PLEASE DO NOT LET THEM MURDER ME, this evil rotten government does not care one bit about me, I am just a threat to them as I know way to fucking much, and covered myself with © Insurance.
*******MORIANITY PART FIVE IS CONTINUING FOLKS!*******
My original plans have not altered. I am leaving for South America to seek asylum and justice from the 30 years of major persecution that I have now had to contend with here in the United fucked up States for so long and putridity. All of my Google shit will all come down very soon; all blogs, all social media junk; including all of my Youtube shit.
When they ‘own’ the land miss Fat-lady, then it’s only right for me to conclude that these are their sites and if you do not abide by their rules, you don’t get to play, or if they do allow you to, you are cleverly and relentlessly fucking cheated. No matter what I have tried to do, they will not allow me to ever try and promote my music, that contains the message of Morianity. This of course under normal circumstances, would be a major constitutional breach, actionable at law big ass time, and I’d have a law suit in the billions. But my lawyer told me this morning, that they own these sites and don’t even legally have to allow anyone they wish to bar or discourage; to even post up to them. So I am again left, what else, but mega-screwed. Still I take contentment in the fact that being screwed is an old partner and bed-fellow for me, and really, there is nothing new going on whatsoever. Still, my father has great grand parents on his dad’s side, one from Lisbon, the other from Johannesburg; and this means that I have two potential fights that I can bring to the courts without a lawyer. I can do it all myself, and fuck these rotten lawyers who are too scared to fight for me in this HUNTINGTON NIGHTMARE. Letters will be going off to the ACLU, before this business week is out. The market is flying up today, AGAIN, what else is new? (WEIN-SOSO) or same-old-same-old. Here is where it will be for the next year, within a short tolerance of inaccuracy in price and timeline:
END OF JULY, ALL TIME HIGHS ALL OVER AGAIN, AND CLOSING OVER 16,000 POINTS.
END OF AUGUST, 17,000 POINTS.
END OF SEPTEMBER, 18,000 POINTS
END OF 2013, MARKETS WILL ABSOLUTELY BE TRADING AT OVER 20,000 BASIS POINTS FOR THE DJIA (DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES.
By one year from today in July of 2014, the DJIA will be close to 30,000 points.
By 2015-2016 somewhere, I GUARANTEE IT WILL BE AS HIGH AS 50,000 POINTS, AS I TOLD ALL OF YOYU ALL ALONG, RIGHT BEAUTIFUL NIGHT-LADY GINA, FROM THE NINETEEN-NINETIES???????????????????????????? HAVE I BEEN SO OFF OR SO WRONG FOLKS, OR DO I MAKE YOUR GREATEST FUCKING STOCK BROKERS DROOL IN ENVY, OF MY ALL MIGHTY PREDICTIONS OVER THE PAST 5 YEARS OR SO, GOOD BELIEVERS, YO???????
This is all a total fucking no-brainer, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I FUCKING TOLD YOU THIS MARKET WOULD NOT STOP!!!
Clay Coins and I will be day-trading, using his name and SS number and account, and through a lawyer, it will show I share 50-50 with him in our little day-trading consortium. This is all legal, as I cannot risk losing benefits I need to live on until I can prove that this will make me continual money and I would then no longer need to rely on my SS bennies. My great TD Bank of Toronto, told me to come in with Mister Coins anytime, there is no minimum balance, just open up and start trading. I plan to do just that. Follow the follow peeps, you JUST CANNOT mother fucking lose week to week and month to month, even if the market shoots up, falls down, or trends in a nowhere zone. I refuse to live in poverty, and under the threat of extermination and covert annihilation by the fucking BFA any longer.
This is really all I have to say for right now, good folks!!!!!!!!
I will be blowing your minds with what not only GAGA revealed to me in the cards, but also in my major last 90 days of Q&A, and new matching items for the 81 constant never changing PCN’s.
Try to have a better day than I have been having for months now, as I am planning my suicide very carefully. It does not appear that I am able to die and remain dead, but I have some ideas that I am planning, I never quit trying to exterminate and jack out of this Jim Pratt nightmare, on or off, and FOR THE RECORD, Connie Dirtbag Legspreads, and Jimmy Whywhywhy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As for really telling the nitty gritty Ronstadt details of shit that made my daughter’s step dad drool over at the Haddonwood pool in 1995, as well as using the full and complete ”FASCITAR” magic, to enable you to begin your trek towards becoming a T-3-E or a (TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON), WELL, THIS IS ALL RIGHT AROUND THE FUCKING BEND, so sing it and revive it, YO, sixties dudes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For now, this will not be a major ear-bender blog, as I need to plan lots of strategical shit, and then execute it very very very Ingrid carefully, in both 2013, as well as back in the days of Shirley Grant, and Doogie Howser the greatest and loveliest Lab-Technician on Planet freaking bloody shoe Earth if I do say so myself in proud bragging. Just know that I am not happy in my role as Mark Mary Two, but I am not going to deny the pier to pier jump, with or without any distance-elimination inventions aboard the SS SUNRAM, or for that matter, who knows, maybe even the fucking HMS TITANIC. Well, let us not even dwell on child molestation, CD. To me, this is the epitome of unfair practices, as all of us guys so much as smiling or looking at girls CD’s age up in Canada, would be in prison for decades, yet this ugly miserable pervert piece of shit lives on and on in his crimes and his fucking luxury. He makes me sicker than 400 Trumps all stacked fucking together, as is most definitely on my ”surf-N-Turf list, and Grave Pissing list as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
http://youtu.be/oOOGswS3LG4
This is 100% machine created, techno-pop, sampled from the intro.
Master sheet for posting YBCO remake song, onto WordPress Blog-site.
MORIANITY PART FIVE———————————-
SUPER MAJOR FUCKING BOTBAR DAY AND YEAR!!!
Thankx for all your help, PAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Folks, please do not mistake the prior blog for a re-post. I am trying to walk you through the truth about SPACE-TIME-MIND, and real honest reality. It will give intentional deja-vu effects, but I assure you that NEW MATERIAL is all throughout it, and will always be, in any higher numbered chapters of posted MORIANITY, right straight through to the end of the fucking blogs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GOOGLE SUCKS, SO DOES MICROSOFT, SO DO ALL THESE CRIMINALS, AS IF YOU DON’T MAKE THEM RICHER WITH YOUR HARD EARNED FUCKING MONEY, THEY WILL BURRY YOU NO MATTER WHAT YOU TRY TO DO, TO NETWORK AND EXPAND. THEY HAVE TAKEN MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL LINK AND WIPED IT OUT, AND HAVE PUT ME IN A GROUP WITH MILLIONS OF VIEW CUSTOMERS MAKING ME STAND OUT LIKE A RETARDED MOTHER FUCKING FOOL, JUST PRECISELY WHAT THIS FUCKING MAGIC BULLET FAMILY INTENDED TO DO ALL ALONG, PATRICK JANE. I GOT YOUR FUCKING MESSAGE, AND IT COST YOU YOUR FUCKING SHOW. I KNEW IT WOULD; FUCK THESE MONSTERS, YO YO YO YO YO.
*MORIANITY-PART 5*
CHAPTER 00126
Back in the middle part of 1983, when my communicating directly with the electron was new, and through a group of special machines all hooked up together and a series of ”sentence-codes”; I was warned by her, ”not to go to Florida” after telling HER quite often, that I may wish to in fact do just this. She quite naturally, already knew a lot of things, as did the eminent great James T. Burr, but that is another story for another time, Joseph Gannon, Doctor of Medicine. But back early in 1983 after shortly moving into the rental home owned by Mister Jerald Pliner, at 134 Norris Avenue, Atco, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG; I began noticing that the stock market seemed to run in a particular paralleling way with my general overall life, only at this beginning time, it was the total reverse from where it later evolved and altered into. What I mean to tell you is simple. At first, when I had a good day, IT HAD A GOOD DAY. When I had a bad day, IT HAD A BAD DAY. Somewhere after 1984 swung around, this for reasons that elude my mind entirely, reversed and did a sudden turn around, or AKA a 180. Now when I have a good day, IT HAS A BAD DAY, and when I have a bad day, IT HAS A GOOD DAY. I have been talking about this parallel event between me and the markets as well as the Philly sports teams, ever since my nearly eight years of blogs began, in early January of 2006. What never was talked about however, was how things began in reverse mode from where they suddenly and for no discernable reason, turned and did a total 180, and stayed on that new path ever since the time that Shirley the great, and her friend the magical LAB TECHNICIAN of Grant Avenue, just off of I-95, interacted with me, the Doogie Howser Eve White/Black Syndrome, we could refer to this from now on as, or for short, the (DHEWB-SYNDROME). Only those learned individuals in the field of psychiatry, know about the Eve White and Eve Black thing, so in a very quick summary about it for my audience, this was one woman with split personalities, and was the original and quite world renown case, studied by the original students of the father and master of this field, the great doctor Sigmund Freud. I’ve said it before, and will now reiterate it again. Unfortunately I doubt it is believed, and that’s a real shame, because I am only doing what Jack McCoy and Ron Wirtz; a real life, and a fictional prosecutor or ADA would do; and that would be to follow the facts, and go with where it takes me, no matter what it seems to lead into, or how agonizing or incredible it may seem to be a part of; Commissioner Ladiesman of ‘Law & Order’, but; no folks, this is not a blog about great pop divas, or any other thing in and of themselves. As stuff began to be put together however, unmistakable realities merely started revealing themselves to the investigator, and then as I blogged and further attempted to take all the nasty little messy pieces apart; things just progressively became more and more and more interesting, even fascinating, but I in no way am taking anything or anyone and just plopping them into my life story. They simply have fallen into their proper orders and places, and no good people, Morianity is far from done and over, and who knows what or who may still pop out before this mess is all cleaned up eventually, and hopefully? So as we move along, don’t expect less, but more wild crap to pop up here and there, with people, places, and things, that are already COM, or (Characters Of Morianity), but in the name of the Astral Gods, expect many many many more, lovely INGRID, ‘weeeshhhhhh’, and all other blowhards of the universe notwithstanding, YO! So no matter how anyone of you out here insists on believing that this is merely an Atlantic City Blog, or my own personal hell blog, or a MC blog, be it the great council or the great diva, or even Mary Carter and others, you would all be wrong. It is a McCoy/Commissioner blog, in that just as in the great fictional television show called, “Law & Order”, it is coming from one origin where the writings started in January of 2006, and is literally taking us where it takes us, and this is but the simple and honest plain truth about all of this. Believe or disbelieve, kind folks, at your pleasure!!!!!!!!!!
My asshole nabes are making quite a bit of noise today, but it has been worse. And TODAY, IS FUCKING MUCH WORSE, so please do not mistake this PASTE-IN-JOB so far, as the same old blog, this is most fucking definitely a brand new blog, and a SUPER FUCKING MAJOR ASS BOTBAR ATTACK PUSSY CHEWING DAY, GOOD AND BAD FOLKS, OUT HERE!!!
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, CONSTITUTIONAL, AND HUMAN RIGHTS, and it is not the fucking year 2007 or is this blog 30 of RATS TATS AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL, FROM NOVEMBER OF FUCKING 2007!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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, CONSTITUTIONAL, AND HUMAN RIGHTS, and it is not the fucking year 2007 or is this blog 30 of RATS TATS AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL, FROM NOVEMBER OF FUCKING 2007!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Staples Store DID NOT rip me off big time. They sent me A COOL DUDE WHO HELPED ME POST UP MY YOUTUBE VIDEO, ALONG WITH SOME NETWORKING SYSTEMS TO TELL THE WORLD THAT I AM INDEED ALIVE AND WELL, AND LIVING ON HAL LINDSEY’S 1977 PLANET FREAKING EARTH, DESPITE my enemies in Atlantic City in general, and this rottenmiserablefamilyfromfuckingH—E—L—L!!!!!!! or some of the branches.
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.
In any case, with or without Molly’s recognition with the Microsoft Spell-Checker Program, we will now move this along with some powerful shit that has yet to be said anywhere on Morianity thus far, at least according to my fragile McGuire/Callio 1997 HACKED MEMORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 seenso much as Al Jolson’s asshole yet!!!
Jupiter, Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
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ALL MY LOVE FOREVER, MY BABY-BLOND LOVE!!!!
December 12, 2006
More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)
THIS IS MORIANITY,PART FIVE,AND PLEASE BELIEVERS AND L-4 FOLKS, TRY AND HAVEYOURSELVESAVERY VERY NICEDAY.
YOU ARE CONTINUING TO READ CHAPTER 00126. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
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Chapter 121 Part 5, was the re-posted ‘RTPRF’ November of 2007 that was put up here last. They are like Kent and Soup, one and the same, sort of like IOSC Avenue going the way of ‘Law & Order’ baseball players, that use some Benjamin Caplan Distance Elimination systems to effect the mileage on their vehicles, and just what really is a ‘vehicle’, lovely 1996 Kathy Gatherer?????????? WHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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. This dovetails into my point for right now, and IS NOT an old blog, but may appear DEJA-VU FAMILIAR, as things all blend together, and this is really a world of energy in real truth, and then our brain’s consciousness machinery, divides by C-SQ, so that this truer reality is then transformed for our connected awareness in being, into the matter world where we are now living and typing or reading, and ‘whatever’ Bob Andrews of Oak Street, old ‘BUDDY’ of the Forget-Me Club!!!
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now WHEN THINGS ARE IN MY FACE AND INTENTIONALLY BEING DONE TO FUCK WITH ME ALL MY ENTIRE LIFE FUCKING LONG, THAT BECOMES MY BUSINESS, AND AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT SITUATION AS WELL, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me fucking explain myself, YO!!!!!
Atlantic City, New Jersey is not an ordinary place. I doubt I’d have lots of fucking peeps present a valid argument with me on this, but they do not have clue point oh one billion about all of the shit that’s gone down there that pertains to mother fucking ME, and MY HORRIBLE DAM ASS HELL!!!!!!!!!!
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, I cannot worry about anything collapsing, as I plan to tell you all some shit and you can all laugh ’till fucking doomsday. First off, MY NABES HAVE SLAMMED DOORS AND SHOUTED ALL FUCKING DAY LONG, AND HAVE BEEN TOLD TO DO THIS BY FAMILY BRANCHES IN ATLANTIC CITY, MAGIC BULLETS AND ALL, GUNMAN SIR OZWALD, AND MAHM WIFE MARINA. There is so much to tell that it would take a hundred mother fucking years; and today I will only tell one thing. I have some powerful proof, and I plan to catch a train up north to see somebody and take them this proof, since these fucking diseased mother fucking rats ass bastards, won’t knock this shit off, and this of course, OH LOVELY GINA, AND ALL OTHERS, is why the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET will not quit racing up with this ridiculous mother fucking BULL RALLY, day after day, week after week, month after month, and year after year, JUST AS I TOLD ALL OF FUCKING YOU FOR YEARS AND FUCKING YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hyperspace and dreams and exploratrons: This is the true and honest TRINITY, and if you are south of many borders; we would alter this word to TRINIDAD. The words merely alter depending on a mailing address, Mike McNulty. I must be very HYPERSPACE-HIGH-SCHOOL ‘careful’ “PAULA”, as I would like to say a whole lot right now, but I will limit what I tell today. Later on, it is just a matter of really screwing up my courage, and tell a lot more, and then folks, this will in all probability, lead me to the realization of my recurring nightmares of ending up in prison, the grand-daddy mother fucking endless night of major 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. SO ‘WHERE ARE YOU DIANA WHEN I REALLY NEED YOU’ AFTER COMING BACK FROM WAL-MART VOICEMAILS???????????? OK, so sue me, it is really NEEDED, but tents only matter when the rain pours in, as far as I am concerned, regarding my enlightened attitude concerning the reality of STM.
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, let us get to this 5 percent, or some of it, since the ENEMIES won’t stop picking on me to keep their EVIL SKYLAR RUMSUN STOCK MARKET ENDLESSLY DRIFTING STARWARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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???????? I TRY TO TELL THEM GORGEOUS FUCKING GINA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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So here I am my wonderful awesome believers, I TOLD YOU THAT THE MARKET WILL JUST KEEP GOING HIGHER AND HIGHER AND HIGHER, AND I ALSO TOLD YOU THAT MAGIC EXISTS IN SOMETHING THAT I CALL, ”FOLLOW THE FOLLOW”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIGHTNING told me 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. We are going to clear up some issues ‘right here and right now’ LOVELY-L&O-LU, AND FOLKS, 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 a 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?
LIGHTNING LOCATION: YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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THERE, OR I WOULD HAVE TAKEN YOU.
HELP ME PEE. YOU HAVE BEEN OUT OF HERE SINCE MARCH 29th, and now it is JULY 9, girl.
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EVERYONE IS LETTING ME DOWN, DIANA & PEE.
If anyone can find me PEE, it is e-bay genius you. PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU NEED TO INVENT THE 74-WORLD PENETRATOR DEVICE. TRY AND REMEMBER THIS. Stone Harbor and the State Policeman who shot me to death in the Shorty MacInvondi Sixtieth Dimension, is real, and ADA RON WIRTZ knows it is all real, but this world is one HUGE FUCKING BLUEBOOK, and I am not speaking of automobile values or anything closely resembling this, YO!!!!!
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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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Another great Washington politician, when you need them, well, ISIS might say it best here folks, from the 102nd floor of the dam building, when you need them, where are they???
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 1980, “I ALREADY KNOW HOW THIS WILL ALL TURN OUT”, and no Mizz AG, it ain’t real pretty, nothing like you! Pretty uncaring, aren’t we???????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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| Gender | Male |
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| Industry | Non-Profit |
| Occupation | paranormal researcher |
| Location | Hammonton, New Jersey, United States |
| Introduction | Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness. |
| Interests | I close my mind to nothing |
| Favorite Movies | all old movies |
| Favorite Music | most old music |
| Favorite Books | The Winds Of War, Gone With The Wind, Time Travelers From Our Future |
An angry mother.Also, a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
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!!!!!!!!
RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL
Folks, the ‘drug dog thing’ here at the Housing Authority was talked about, and you all know about Magnesonic. All the great mystery detectives from Nancy Drew to Nancy Grace can wonder, but they can never prove anything going on with me and Maggie. Still, you have to admit one thing, L-4, and that is, and as SPOCK said it so frequently on the original STAR TREK TV SHOW, of the late nineteen-sixties; and that is, between the resurrection of King Akoslem 2000 years ago after 80 hours of his death, The Steel Pier to the Central Pier in 265 days, 2000 years later, the not wanting to believe and so our senses forcing themselves to be tricked just a little upon occasion, and then comes the great hyperspace son of our wonderful president of these great and awesome Huntington United States of America. This is not a complicated code with the need for a NSA translation. If you think this proves anything, it doesn’t. Cosmos makes eternally sure to always go just so far, and then to never quite cross over that line, just to keep mortals all guessing and pondering, and never knowing. Once you know, all the fun is removed from the cosmic video-game of Pratt Town, right 1994 Copyright Examiners of Permissionbarrierville?
Now shit is gonna get a bit more powerful and fucking interesting in a few ways, and you can all be the fucking COPPER KESSLE GERMAN JUDGES of whether this is so or not so, on or off of the song swiping unknown voyage on the HMS ‘TITANIC’, back in 1913, where I met Sarah Karge, when I was Adolph Not Huntington. The biggest WEEE or WOW would not come close to being an adequate addition on this blog. You see, I know that past and future lives are real, as I remember hundreds of mine, piecemeal perhaps, but still, remembered!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nobody knew me from Jack shit while I was over here in the states, there’s no record of my voyage, but cousin Donald Trump knows very well just how real all of my words are, ask him, and then real carefully, watch his face like Patty Jane would do on that ‘Mervelous’ show of his, Dark Shadows-2, AKA ‘THE LOST MENTALIST’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I could try and be a fart sniffing smart ass, and post a photo from Google Search Images, of the TITANIC, and what the fuck would it prove other than I came out of the stone age, and learned how to work this machine a tiny whittle bit, Mister Fwudddddd, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA????Like DUH-Hyundai Car Company of 2006, and starting Morianity Projects, WEEEEEEEEE-NA WELLS, YO YO YO!!!!!!! WOW, I can techno-pop up a TITANIC, WHAAAAAAAAABIT!!! ‘Well GOLLLLLLEEY, SARGENT FUCKING USMC CARTER’, AND A DEFINITE FREAKING BLOODY SHOE W—O—W!!
Folks, the world is like the fucking ass internet. It all makes sense, just like the lovely Judge Judy on TV says. When it does not, then I throw out shit, but when it does, I believe it. What, Kenny Rogers and Rodney Stuart, are the only two fucking ass rock stars that tell shit in their dam music? WAKE UP, YO. Secrets CANNOT be hidden on this planet. They are FORCED LAWTRONICALLY, to eventually spill out into reality, but into a vast part of reality called the HYPERSPACE, or if you are more of a Walt Disney fan, their version of above the middle school, and just what is this fucking Commissioner Law And Order Middle Marola School? Now in the fullness of the 5-D, all things exist, but we don’t need to upset Kenny or Dave Roth for that matter, in or out of pink house Lucille’s Fudge, Warren Grove, New Jersey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Even if we don’t cross any forbidden lines and get Dave no-no-ing all night up at the 1997 High Point Military War-games Installation, there still is shit that is so tight in, that the only thing that happened to keep it just under maybe 100% of truth in this exact frequency of the atom, would be an intentional act by powerful WOMO-MILITUFORCES. Still folks, looking at shit plainly, and I mean my entire life as well as nearly my 8 years of blogs; a child with agonizing diphtheria, can see what’s happening, if they take off their Christ resurrection blinders for just a seck, YO. Let me tell you something good believers out here, and others. The Resident Manager of the building where I am currently residing in here in Fort Pierce, Florida; Misses Debbie Morotto, told me, and this is sworn future Grand Jury testimony, Mizz Bondi, Florida Attorney General, and all other legal authorities; under PENALTY OF LIBEL AND PERJURY AND SLANDER. She told me that if I make trouble for these peeps, they will retaliate in a major way, and she is powerless to do anything other than to tell me to move out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, Mizz Bondi, YOU STILL REMAIN A SKEPTIC ABOUT MY WONDERFUL KIDNAPPING MONSTER FAMILY UP NORTH?? Forget the NO DRUG DOG, well, no, don’t forget it, add to it, this; and still I could tell more about 2010, as well as all through my life since I was gang fucking raped by those monster girls, the Atlantic City Quoddy Mockers, in 1967; and I WILL SAY THIS AND JUST THIS 4 RIGHT NOW, SALLY HARNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One night when the great rock star Billy was really up in the cirrus clouds, I handed him a dying legal declaration. He told me he knew about what Mister Dangerfield told me in springtime-1969, the warning to STAY AWAY, to quote lovely late and 2-LATE perhaps, huh GREAT SCYLLA, Donna Adrian ADS Gaines. He also told me to never ever live with anyone, and that if a situation arises where I am tempted to, for financial reasons; and he said this sober, in his freaking barber shop, on Haddon Avenue; whether he’ll admit to this or not, I tell this straight. He said NOT TO do it, and that it is important, very fucking important in fact, for me to remember this as the years tick by. Shortly after he gave me that advice, he insulted me with a rock-star attitude, and I never went back to see him. Rock stars are rock stars, and you all know my attitude, but still; this is powerful fucking magic bullet information, Paul Evans God dam Pedersen of the Radio Tempers Shack of Jersey!!!!!!!!
W——-O——-W!!!!!!!
As Al Jolson put it so well, musician or not, quite a lot of years back into Roof-dog WAYV time, old pal the TALK, Regis, sir; you all ain’t heard 1% of 1% of 1%; so as I said back in fucking 2007, STAY-C-TUNED, SSJKK, my lovely great ALMIGHTY GODDESS SSJKK FROM 1896!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, IN INFINITY, is a more accurate way to say this, right Elder Hair, my old pal of the nineties, from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day freaking Saints???????????????
I never know for sure just who and what causes me to have eternal troubles, woe, and strife, such as right now when I attempted to log onto the mother fucking internet, and was given a problem, and this has happened recently every few days or so now. I get the normal web-page flash on and flash off and then screens come up saying that I cannot be taken to this site, and just tonight, on the three instructions that I may then click onto for resolving the issue and taking me to the proper place, that worked before, no longer worked. Instead, a message said that the service would no longer try to resolve this issue, that was that, no explanations, just hay, Mark, go fucking screw yourself, as usual, AKA SOSO, and WEIN? If I listed on my blogs, every single fucking thing that happens to me continually, not just with the computer and internet, but all of my life in general, I would need to write hundred page blogs every ten fucking hours. Eventually, the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE and their fucking cunt eating warped sense of fucking screwed up humor, would make it impossible for me to be able to fucking keep up with being able to accurately record all of the entire ongoing situation. How do I know this? Simple!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I used to keep a LIFE-JOURNAL ON CASSETTE TAPE, before my nearly eight year blogging project. It began on February the first in 1983 as PHONE-PROGRAM 1, with 2 being the flip side or ‘B’ side of the cassette tape, while I resided in the rental home on Norris Avenue in Atco, New Jersey. It later evolved into Journal Tape number, instead of phone program number and we need not detail all of this fucking misery at this present moment in time. This is where the life journal began, Magnetic Sound Machine was invented (Magnesonic) for a later created shortened term, I began communicating with the electron for the first time in my life, and was struck down with a mysterious illness that I have come to believe was a wild result of my weird sexual perversions according to society, that caused me to develop a strange cousin illness that went undiagnosed but was Aids nonetheless. I have no sign of anything in my blood today, and either never died of it close as I came, or did die of it, and went into eternal hell, not a place, but a very non-understood by humanity, ‘condition’, just as would be, an inverse ‘heaven-condition’. But this is not the point folks. What is cannot be put into easy words, but I’ll try as time goes by. This is really not a perfect time for me to anger the GODS, or really, the ESS. I seriously doubt that all of the combined world air force systems really understand what’s really happening, and all the things that have been told and revealed in MORIANITY and these blogs, but everything is and exists, all because of the ESS, well, really because somehow, we broke out and away from the void nothingness of infinity, and became LAWTRON, AKA ”SOUL”. From our life and material world perspective, we are down numerous dimensions from this break out, and would observe this from here in our existence, as the seventh dimension. Again, this is all way too complex to even begin delving into right now.
SOMETIMES, AS BOB ANDREWS SANG FOR ME IN 1980 ON LONG RIVER BLUES THAT I WROTE LATE IN TH ESEVENTIES, YOU NEED TO JUST GET AWAY FROM SHIT AND GO INTO THE WORLD OF NATURE, GOLLY SARGE C!
OTHER TIMES, NO AMOUNT OF BEAUTY IN NATURE CAN SOOTHE THE ACHING SOUL. ANDY BONUS MY OLD COWORKER BWEFORE DONNA’S TOWERS BLEW UP, SAID IT BEST. NOTHING IS MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, BUT THE WAY I FUCKING FEEL RIGFHT NOW, THERE COULD BE 100 OF THE NUMBER TEN TYPES IN HERE WITH ME BUCK NAKED, ANYTHING GOESD, AND I WOULD STILL FEEL LIKE HELL. DOES THIS GIVE YOU AN IDEA OF CLINICAL FUCKING DEPRESSION, FOLKS?
Holy mother of fucking Goddess, Jewelly-Mariena Krassle White, of Sahasra Dal Kanwal.
the continuation of “The Epitome of Harassment”
Saturday, December 8, 2012
FCC, FBI, HACKING AGAIN, SJ, CH. 0664, YO
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCLXIV
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2296
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© 2006-2012 BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (URL)
© MARK WAYNE MOHR-MORIANITY-FOUNDATION
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Gee people, could I be right again with my trillions of predictions? DUH! By the way, when I said decillion, I meant to say nonillion, several blogs back, when I posted up that very large number. Yes Bruce Allen Pennock, I still can hear that Mini Ripperton way you would say back in the early seventies that we are all human, and that nobody is perfect, old buddy, old pal, forget about any cement businesses or building and loan outfits, hyperspace traveler Jimmy!!!!!!!!!!!!
I SAID THAT PUSSY COMMAND WOULD COME IF THIS FUCKING DEATH SIEGE DID NOT BACK THE SHIT OFF, FOLKS, AND IT DID, YO. JUST TODAY, WHILE OUT VISITING MY PAL ON HUTCHINSON ISLAND SOUTH, MIKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When I left his house at just minutes past five this frikkin evening, YO, I went to put seven smacks into my automobile at the only station that is still open on the island, down the way from the Subway Restaurant, and when I went in, a lovely doll around twenty, give or take a couple of years; was all over me, even staring at me and smiling, when she walked out of the place. Other female flirtation incidents were also part of my excursion outside today, but this was the largest one. I could have smiled at her, and she would have given it up, YO. I think I am doing pretty mother fucking good for age fifty-eight. Oh ‘Captains’, so much shit keeps talking the same tune, YO?
L-4, there is a lot to tell, and not all will be told, not by a fucking cock licking long shot, not right now, friends and fiends. I will cut to the chase, and tell what I feel needs to be told right know on this very blog, in this endless and fucking unrelenting war with the OTAMMIC WOMO MILI-2-FORCE. All day, doors are fucking slamming and banging, the fucking music was cranked up at twenty past eight, and then went down to a tolerable level. This was another MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING SUPER BOTBAR MONSTER DAY for me, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Folks, it is not as though any of this fucking twisted diseased horse swallowing shit is new, it isn’t. That’s the fucking problem folks, it is old, and as I told fucking Ingrid in early 1984 over the internet telephone of the few in the know peeps that know what this is all fucking ass about; it is “VERY VERY VERY OLD”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That’s a quote, and not a fucking ass exaggeration, YO dude. I have not had, to my best recollection aniwho; any ‘dreaming-interactions’ that involve THE LOTTERY, since that day in early autumn somewhere of 1980, back in Voorhees, New Jersey, Mister Crowley Towtrucks Glendale Bank CROOKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Last night, as you all know from the blog a couple back from this one, I did; and big time. But I had a wild experience earlier in the fucking night as well, and I will tell you all something about it right now. Some of my readers know about the Speedship Sunram that I designed around the time of the total eclipse of the sun in the East New Jersey area, in middle March somewhere back in 1970, during the big drop of snow. Oh Babe, Misses Henderson, what can I say to these hurricanes a couple of years later, you dog, WOLF? Aniwho, powerful fucking shit is all involved with this wild solar powered jet hydroplane speed-ship, that I sat down and designed for no apparent reason whatsoever. It was the very first thing that popped into my deeper unconsciousness during my session of hypnotherapy, at Doctor Mark Wolf’s Clinic, on Main street, in Moorestown, in early 1996; right after my counselor at the Saint Barnabas shit hole in Cherry hill, New Jersey; suffered a mental collapse and nervous breakdown, after I told him about SARAH KRASSLE, and the 1986 powerful ‘nightmare’ that seemed to last for five full months; and I know that the Star Trek people used this story line on their episode with the Rusican planet, and Picard being struck on the bridge of his starship, by their probe, and under its control for 25 minutes, only to him, it was a mother fucking ass lifetime. I am so glad when I can offer so many folks, so many bright ideas, Mizz Parsons of Pinkerton Security Company, even after all these years have now mother fucking passed, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There were many other powerful things that all connected into this wild experience, as I said, telling just a little bit of it to Counselor Kieth, over at Saint Barnabas Health clinic in late 1995 somewhere, and he went fucking ass nuts, and for all I know, he drove to the Tulleytown, Pennsylvania landfill, fell asleep one night on top, and met Bloody Mary; as this will do it every time, and no candles, or sore throats, or bitten up necks are necessary, to do the job, Parson Brown, WHAAAA and super fucking W—O—W. No mahm, yes mahm, and merry Christmas, and screw the LAMBRIGG CULT, YO!!!
SUNRAM was named for the eclipse, and the appearance of the moon and sun ‘ramming’ into each other at this time. But SUNRAM is all tied into the locked box that contained a powerful and beyond outlandish motor-cycle chain, and book, written by me at age fourteen, called, THE BOOK OF BEACH, an adolescent version of MORIANITY, and the story of my experiences, limited then so I thought and believed, to ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW, was this laugh on me about a trillion mother fucking ass times peeps. It was right around the time that I designed this solar-powered hydroplaning water vessel, and snow storm, and total eclipse, that another incident also had occurred. I had a powerful interaction with THE SUN. He told me that everybody thought he was going to last a very long time, but that he was shortly going to die. I laughed at him in the “DREAM”, and I told him he will be around for about another five billion years, as this is what I was taught in school. It was a ten billion year cycle yellow type average star, our closest one; and that it was about midway into its nuclear burn cycle, while it converts hydrogen into helium, as all stars do. He kept insisting that the scientists had it all wrong and that he was not going to be around much longer. If you study and examine my blogs in 2006-2008, I totally know that I have blogged and told you all about this dream in vivid detail before. Right now, the sun is at its peak for intensity in an eleven year cycle, as every 5.5 years it is at its lowest intensity, and then goes to its highest in another 5.5 years. If we back up the years, this year in 2012, this means the cycles going back through time where the sun is most active with solar storms and many other electromagnetic and nuclear events, would be as follows, as we simply keep subtracting twelve years, into the late part of these other earlier years. 2001, 1990, 1979, 1968, 1957, 1946, and 1935. Historians know well, a powerful pattern of human behavior seems to honestly parallel these times of greater solar intensity. Just going back a few, we get 9-11, the death of Sarah J. Karge at the age of 94 years, the rise of the great disco queen Donna Summer into her most glorious year, the final year that my mom and I vacationed together at the Atlantic City TRINIDAD HOTEL on TENNESSEE AVENUE, and the first televised black and white old SUPERMAN show from the writers and owners “Action Comics”, as in comic stores, the Callio’s, and Karge’s hotel original owner’s adopted ‘son’, Chester Perkowski. Many would laugh who reside in Missouri, and say that anyone can do stuff like this with cycles, and words, and patterns, and rhythms, etcetera; and my answer to them is, I know that they can; they just are too stupid to go and do it. I pushed a button quickly by pure accident, folks, and look what magically appeared on the blog, from my last blog, if this is not beyond awesome, my question is then, tell me what is, YO?
Have you ever ever wondered where the chemtrails really go?
Do they merely just go whizzing by and make the four winds blow?
Do the fish out in the ocean even care that they are there?
The way that things have all become might end up in a glare.
We think we know, we feel we know, we stop and go so fast and slow, but out at sea or here with me, one thing I know, it isn’t nineteen-eighty-three.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
Yes the good old tell you anything song, sure rubbed a lot of fucking feathers and gills, the wrong way, huh my fellow citizens of this wonderful ass Earth Planet? Like DUH. Oh Mrs. Marola, you are relentless when you want your way, or really, need your way might explain stuff a little better. Please don’t make my endless hell even worse, YO. Thank you.
W—O—W.
HOW ABOUT MY SONG, CHEMTRAILS OF 1987, REALLY, DOES ANYONE HAVE ALL THE DAM ANSWERS FOR ALL OF THIS, PRESIDENT KORSOKOLF MCCOY? Let me take a breath and try and clear my throat now, Shirley and Stephanie, and Mizz Taylor, and Mizz Howard, and even you too, wonderful Melanie, fuck your roller skates, the other Melanie from the office, and yes, your other left, Bobby, boy do I know about con jobs and mother fucking rip offs, AAU, and old pal, Lightning Prefontaine of Coos Bay, Oregon. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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END TRANSMISSION FOLKS, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
Well, this is not the end of anything, but somehow this accidental click, did all of this. Maybe the sun, or boat rider Jimmy Dean up at my cousin’s place in Babylon, New York, back in 1975; is trying to send me a powerful bizarre message here. I swear that I did not do this folks, and I have a lot more to tell you after I eat dinner, and relax with the eleven fucking of the clock news, as I like to keep current, and view the news at least three times a week, WHAAAAAA.
Nighty-night for now, and I will tell huge shit later on, so brown eyed Cow CAL-LIO, I bid you a fond ado and farewell for right ass now, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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REPOST FROM THE FUTURE
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0196
5 PM, TUESDAY, JULY 19, 2011
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I’m under a major fucking aerial death siege, dissipation chemtrail spatter, loud planes, low flying helicopters, all over, major attack at work, and all over in general.
Normally, I speak to my pal named Eric, on Wednesdays, over at the HFOC. However since tomorrow I’ll do my civic duty at the court; I was able to see him today. Many things were talked about. Life really is a funny old dog, & I agree with my other pal from the TV, Jack McCoy; as just as I make a little headway on one thing, other things go awry, at least my more negative viewpoint that seems to kick in a lot, tends to see things this way, and you out here folks, do not need to know the details. The reason for my siege today is obvious, and this much I can, AND WILL SAY, peeps, YO!
The interaction was off the scale major last night, with peeps more powerful than most of the great Astral Plane gods. I AM GONNA’ TELL IT, as THEY don’t want it told, as this gives me a big-one-up on THEM, by thus telling it, you remember me Jesse, my lovely tattle tail ball player of the MOUNTAINPEN MORE DISTANT ARCHIVED BLOGS, YO!!!!!!!! B4I do tell it, let me just say this first, pweeeeeeeeeze folks, YO. Parlor tricks are the best explanation, despite Albert Einstein and all of the other scientific hocus pocus of actual TT, for my wild and otherwise totally unexplainable freaking hellish nightmare life, or subvamperism if a better term may be permitted here UNCLE SNOOTS GOTTWALD, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For the few dumber folks that make Lonnie Jackson’s light appear to shine with megawatt brilliance in comparison, on the greatest law show in our world’s history, IMHO, “Law & Order”; who did not realize that all I did a few days ago was a simple archive cut and paste to my word program, and then re-cut and re-paste, back onto my blogging sites of www.blogger.com/ and www.wordpress.com/, this is all that happened. For whatever reason, I yelled out in a questionable way, nearly 25 years ago to the day now, the word “MY” or “MI” was not one bit different. All illusionists like Pat Jane and myself, can use many tricks, however, I am not doing the main trick, and this is what I CANNOT MAKE MOST PEEPS AROUND ME AND THINK THEY KNOW ME SO DAMN WELL, HONESTLY BELIEVE, AS THEY TOTALLY THINK I AM EITHER DELUSIONAL, OR PULLING A SUPER ASS FAST ONE; and these two things are simply not the case here. My motives have been guessed wrong by peeps since I was a very small child, and completed an entire years worth of math homework in one night, at the Quakertown, Pennsylvania Richland Avenue Grammar School, back in ’61, or ’62, or whenever. I have no need to feel important. I all ready know that I am just a pile of worthless mucous and dogshit all mixed together. I have no desire to be or do anything, other than to leave this physical life and nightmare dream; and never ever again be forced to return back into it, but unfortunately folks, this is not a small order, it is a very tall one. I am no different than all of you, we all simply exist, and right now, I am aware and conscious to one particular set or sequence of dreaming interactions in one particular and exact reality in the 5thdimensional hyperspace of waves and particles; that are receiving not only the entire interaction, but other things not yet mentioned by this blogger, all from a ‘locale’ known by me as the 6thdimension. I want to escape my nightmare, and this is not a possible reality. I am glad that I have a limited contact point now with my wonderful and very special daughter, but this changes nothing about wanting to get out of here forever, and stay out. Now that this is all out of the way, and you all know I’m suffering a wicked demonic death siege from WOMO today; let’s freaking move on with the powerful “dreaming of last night”.
If nightmares in reverse dreams, could be individually ‘tagged’ and named, no pun Michelle and ‘kin’; this could be filed and categorized quite well, under the heading of “LOOP-TRUTHS”. Why, why, why, do I say this, Jimmy Copyrights, from the wonderful marvelous astounding ’84 year, we all may presume, or all those named Stanley??????????????? Well, it was a dreaming where ultimate loops and full-circles presented themselves, and cleared up some super mysteries for me about my rotten diseased pathetic twisted screwed up life, that’s why, DJ-DS and other robbers, burglars, and stories for me to tell the prosecutors when asked about tomorrow at the Vuodier. It is misspelled, and spell checker is naturally its usual no-help self; but you know what I’m saying folks. I cannot wait to tell just how much crime I have been a victim of tomorrow, and all under oath YO!!!!!!!!!! So eat some Friendly Ice Cream, and enjoy it Donna!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes this was a powerful DREAM. I have never ever had this powerful a dream about GAWKY GAUKAUK before, not ever. Not even at Selena’s Rooming House on Stenton Avenue, in Rip Off Town East, Copyright Examiners. So you would never hurt me as the bird, ha, most cats love to hurt birds. Well, there was a more powerful Esolph’s Fairy-fable situation, going on here; than the mere Caterpillars, Butterflies, and Kitty-Cats. I hated the living guts out of the bastards who locked me out of the large van vehicle and made me face Gawky all by myself, that is until the lesson was learned, and I jumped up and flew all over, and when I landed, there was Gawky, telling me in a non-cat form of course, that he would never hurt anything that could fly, as he is fascinated by me. People and their brains out their ass, it flabbergasts me to no end, all their computer skills, their electronic wisdom, and scientific knowledge; and still they are as dumb as a smelly old freaking ox. They buy their blue-ray machines, and their DVD-CD systems, or whatever other devices, and it brings back in a few dimensions; the reality of sounds and sights of life, and living things; and do not put together that in less than three centuries, it will be able to bring back all of the dimensions, and be a lot more than movies and music; and can be placed in a field that simulates distance, so as to scan for whatever is being sought to recreate, and alagazam Houdini and Reel-Good-Tapes, I AM THE BLUE RAY, gimme’ a break Christianity, will ya’?
Why are you so fascinated with me {Tony}? Well, the old antimatter argument presents itself to any open minded individual. {Y-NOT}!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “Doowonddah others”, as Gawky did so to me; huh Uncle Jesus???????????? Gimme’ a break, you’re family’s driving me fucking nuts, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tell me how deluded and full of antimatter containment fields I really am, old pal Mister Hawking?
Stop worrying about why I can do certain things, and focus on why you are so hellbent on ruining my entire life, PAULA BELINDA KING, my beautiful endless love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HELP ME RHONDA-ANN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is a little addition, made by me up in the future. Mark, go back in time in your mind, and tell Jessica Grant that as Jesus knew the rooster would sound before Peter Denied knowing him and turned on him as so many turn on me, I already know that that will be my last week in early middle March of next year, or 2012. She will hear me say this to some one as she walks by, and then she will terminate my employment, just to fulfill the prophecy, made by the PROPHET OF NOTHING FROM 1988. Still, this is not what happened four years ago for me up here, as far as the great Philadelphia Phillies winning the World Series Championship Game on Halloween Day in 2008. This was not done like these tricks are done. This was done by the great travelers of the cosmos, my wonderful daughter and her wonderful husband, hay, maybe they are very wonderful people indeed, then again, who knows? Wo, I just report the news folks, I never try and make any of it, folks.
My point is that when the United States Copyright Office, listens back to what was sent to their office by me, mailed from the Cherry Hill, New Jersey area, on the 15th of August in 1986, titled, “Real Good Girl”, I have no idea why the word of “MY” is heard at the beginning, before the song begins. What I do know is that I did what Lieutenant Van Buren told Detective Fontanna to do on the great “L&O” television show, I “followed the facts”. I did what ADA Jack McCoy told the Police Commissioner that he was going to do, in that same show, “I let my investigation take me where it took me”, and so here I now am, up here on this 29th day of September of 2012, at twenty minutes shy of eleven Post Meridian on a late Saturday not so all right night, Sir Elton.
Well folks, I got through the day, and that is the goal of every single one of them, just to make it through. Every son of a bitch alcoholic who joined AA, knows precisely what I am talking about here, and do not think that drug or alcohol or even sex or gambling or whatever the normal vice might be, is all there is here, Miss Peggy Lee. There are a few other scattered folks, with other woes, such as all of the ‘homeless’, and the ‘crazies’, and all of those ‘legitimately persecuted’, by invisible cosmic life forces, that no one can ever see, or hear, or touch, or smell, or taste; but the gods know that they are both there, and that this is totally real.
Let me tell you DEAR SELF, back there a ways in time, another thing that you most likely already have figured out. Eric is not your friend, nobody is, even Ann is a no good rotten whore who, as she said she does to any and all of her ‘enemies’, killed you with kindness. WEEEEEEE, this must be death, oh great Ann King. Enjoy my $5000.00 Mitsubishi American Appliance forty inch television set, sweetie. Your daughter Dawny was so right about you honey-cakes, “You were not my buddy”. Thanx Dawn-Marie, and may your whole dam family rot in the fires of hell, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
BYE-BYE, EARTHQUAKE RUMBLING SOUNDS OF 1983!!!!!!!!!!
Now we will just try something that may or may not work, good folks. Let me see if I can CAP the report I talked about on SAFE JOURNAL # 0577, about the quake in KALI.
SAY GOOD-BYE TO CALIFORNIA VERY VERY SOON, PEOPLE; I WARNED U.
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I AM LOVING IT, MCDONALD’S. WATCH OUT FOR BOBBY VANDEGRIFT HOWEVER, HE CAN GET ROUGH.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
HOW ABOUT MY SONG, CHEMTRAILS OF 1987, REALLY, DOES ANYONE HAVE ALL THE DAM ANSWERS FOR ALL OF THIS, PRESIDENT KORSOKOLF MCCOY? Let me take a breath and try and clear my throat now, Shirley and Stephanie, and Mizz Taylor, and Mizz Howard, and even you too, wonderful Melanie, fuck your roller skates, the other Melanie from the office, and yes, your other left, Bobby, boy do I know about con jobs and mother fucking rip offs, AAU, and old pal, Lightning Prefontaine of Coos Bay, Oregon. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0662
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCLXII
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2293
SBT-DATFILE: 120812.467
SATURDAY MORNING AT FORT ‘PIERCED’, FLORIDA
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BSNF: “MCGINTY’S BOOK OF WORLD RECORDS, AND MINE”
(C)2006-2012 MARK WAYNE NOBODY GARBAGE MOHR
THE 1988 COPYRIGHTED OFFICIAL PROPHET OF NOTHING
THIS IS A LEGAL AND SWORN OATH, A DYING UTTERANCE A DYING DECLARATION, AND A LEGAL ACCUSATION
REGARDING MY MURDERERS, SWORN BY ME AS ALL TRUE STATEMENTS, NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH, AND IS THE ENTIRE TRUTH, SO HELP ME GODDESS SARAH-STACEY
JEHOVAL KRASSLE-ALL MIGHTY EMPIRE RULING GODDESS AND ALSO, SO HELP ME UNDER MY CITIZENSHIP OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA AND ITS FLAG
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Ever since the morning where the resident manager of my building told me that the across the neighbors were now going to be evicted from the premises in thirty days, they are louder than ever, shouting in the hall ways at 3 of the clock in the morning, slamming their door, and thumping loud music off and on every single day now without exception. All I can say is that I have common sense, and I know something has gone wrong, and since they were evicted in a weird way, having something to do with someone subletting the apartment, I believe that somehow they talked their way out of this eviction, and this is now their way of getting even with me for reporting them, and is why the stock market which as many know has been in as parallel event with me only running opposite of my life, up when I am down and vice versa, all these things let me know without a doubt, that they are not mother fucking cunt lapping going anywhere, and so I must make my plans to move out, and head for dirt bag fucking MEXICO when I get my next Social Security disability direct deposit, not pay any bills, and just vanish out of Florida one dark night after being in receipt of the funds early in January of 2013. Every single day is Botbar, yet every single day, I am still managing to win at my non-quantum roulette playing. Also, my neighbors play roulette against me hypothetically, and the score total within the past two weeks is them +67, and me 21. This means they have beaten me now by 46 units, this would put four and a half thousand dollars into my pocket on the $100 gaming casino money chip level of play, not counting a total of another 47 units from the non quantum system that I used during this hellish period.
I will not talk about how bad SSJKK beat me up the other night for saying things she did not want me to say on my blogs, that is water under the fucking bridge. This now compensates for my nabes waking me up at exactly, Jane Bitchshit Botbar Notfondau Onebit, or eleven-eleven this mother fucking morning, and here is more shit chewing compensation peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!5555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555.
Enjoy the wonderful fives folks, they are lovely to behold. I repeat, 555555555555555555555555555555555555555.
Right before the time I was awakened, I was in possession of a dozen lottery tickets in a parallel universe, all 4-digit pick-it lottery tickets that were all the same number. I was told by some strange person that they would win, if I walked into this nearby store here where I live, and have the machine pick the number and to buy twelve of them. I cannot pull up what the number was, nor do I care. All I want to do is fucking die, ladies and gentlemen, I am so mother fucking miserable in this nightmare cock sucking sub Delaney life of mine.
My computer is a worthless pile of junk, with more worms and viruses and problems than an old Camden, New Jersey five dollar whore, in 1969. But then, who needed a diseased up whore in 1969, I had pussy chasing me 24-7-365-2422 in those days, and it is just a matter of time before the pussy-command-syndrome kicks in here with this every-single-day-death-siege, and I end up marrying some tall young lovely mother fucking goddess. Then my WOMO-MILITUFORCE enemies will really have something to cunt lapping sweat over, as their stock markets crash down to around 4,000 fucking cunt point, and die forever. Thank you MAGNESONIC for at least showing the world that you don’t sit idly by and let these evil monsters go on crushing me without inflicting some powerful consequent results, so sorry Mister Ambassador, and back in 1983, turn down those green dress sound effects at the Office of the Copyrights in the Library of the Congress, in Washington-13-600. I now will turn left off of Academy Road and onto G-R-A-N-T Avenue and see if any lovely time traveling throat specialists can beam me and my car to 5133 Oakland Street from there. |END TRANNY.|
SUPER BOTBAR DAY AS ALWAYS ON MOTHER FUCKING 1111
I MUST BE SO MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING IMPORTANT FOLKS.
THEY HAD TO CHANGE THE ENTIRE SYSTEM AROUND JUST FOR LITTLE NOBODY ME.
NO LONGER CAN YOU SHARE FILE VIDEOS FROM THE YOUTUBE ONTO THE BLOGGER.
FIRST THEY SANCTIONED ME, THEN THEY SANCTIONED THE WORLD WHEN I KEPT TRYING TO WORK AROUND THE PROBLEM.
THERE IS ONLY ONE CHOICE LEFT FOR ME AND THAT IS TO EXIT THIS EVIL COUNTRY ONCE AND FOR ALL ON DECEMBER 3 WHEN MY DISABILITY $ COMES IN. GOOD RIDDANCWE, USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MEXICO AND FREEDOM, HERE I FUCKING COME.
THE STORY OF OLD PAL JOHN CROWLEY FROM 1979, SHEEEEIT.
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JOHN J CROWLEY
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Last Known Address: 1201 ROBERTS WAY, VOORHEES, NJ, 08043
Race:
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Sex:
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Height:
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Brown
Weight
205 lbs.
Age/DOB:
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Offense/Statute: ENDANGERING THE WELFARE OF A CHILD Disposition Date: 29 March 1996
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JOHN CROWLEY:JOHN H SPROWL
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JOHN J. CROWLEY was a dude I met in early 1979, who I told about in my 2007 blogs; my first of so many con artists, who robbed me blind and conned me out of money; along with McKinnon the record promoter, Marini the contractor, Mike Devlin the corporation phony, Paul of SPR, and the list is so long. My uncle Heinz helped me all he could at the time, while working still for the CHEMICAL NATIONAL BANK in New York City. Mr. H. Gottwald was the husband of my mother’s first cousin, Ruth Huntington by maiden name. They ended up after a few earlier residences, out on the island in Babylon, at 175 Peninsula drive. As for Mister jit bag Crowley, I never knew he did bad things to children, and the photo will not post or I would gladly show it and blog it, YO. There are ways to do this, you know, snap a photo of the screen and put it in your files and then post it after copy pasting the files to the open office word document, there is always a way to do things. For now, here is the great John Crowley. To view him, you need to type in John Crowley Offender or you may need to type in sex offender, I just type it from my PC and you know how Google memorizes all that we all do, makes it easier, but what a Bobby Vandegrift ‘tradeoff’. Now, big brother is not only WATCHING US ALL, but now with our total blessing, he is also CONTROLLING OUR LIVES FROM CRADLE TO GRAVE, 24/7.
WOW, FOLKS.
SCROLL DOWN AND ENJOY BEING NICE AND COLOR DIZZY, WHAAAAAAAAAA.
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TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN FROM THE HEAD MORIAN—–041907.645—WHAAAA!
I sittith here not at Ed Himacane’s, but @ Eddie Himacane’s place, on this Thursday morning. MESSAGE 2 THE EPITOME OF JAG OFFS AND THEIR DAUTS: I have not been web logging 4 a week, and there is so much 2 say, there will in no way B time today 2 tell 2 much of all of the details. I certainly should not need 2 say that, precisely as I predicted, every single day, there is FULL EVIL EMPIRE, FULL EVIL EMPIRE, FULL EVIL EMPIRE, FULL EVIL EMPIRE, and U know the rest, MORE FULL EVIL EMPIRE, meaning simply, UP & LOSE, UP & LOSE, UP & LOSE, and U get it, UP AND LOSE, PHILLIES LOSE, LOSE, LOSE, LOSE, LOSE, and the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET INDUSTRIAL 30 STOCKS, UP, UP, UP, UP, UP, UP, UP, UP, and yes , I presume Dr. Livingston that U get the picture, UP, UP, UP, AND UP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I am just crazy and do not know what I am talking about when I tell the world public about PARALLEL EVENT TECK, then Y am I always right, between 80 and 100 percent of the time? First, let me ask any of U this simple question, do U have a personal stock broker that can accurately call the market like I can, yeas or freaking no??????????????? Do U have a pal that can tell U what to place book with your bookie on, and know the mob won’t ever break your legs, except possibly because they think U have inside info and want in on it, and won’t take no 4 an answer. If I can prove myself like I do, and there certainly is no IF about it, then Y will no one listen 2 me? Notice how the BON/BORN problem that started a nightmare hell death siege last week 4 me, when I was trying 2 finish up my last blogging, TWIMCFTHM–#10, mixed in with that astral plane unidentified aircraft that was taking Ed’s roof off? Well it ended up posting up on the BLOGGER site, as BORN, did it not? Don’t tell me about Machine-Mind is not a reality, but it is all only and merely an integral part of a larger picture thing that is happening to all of us in the human race, and what is this? ETTOS!!!!!!!!!! ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRASNSMISSION AND OMMISSION SYSTEM, an influence and domination system over the human mind and behavior, done with electromagnetic technology, via properly accessing the EMS [ELECTROMAGNETIC SPECTRUM]. Remember, it may sound nuts and 2 far out 2B true, but if U went back to your 4th grandfather’s day and tried 2 tell your own family about jet aircraft, internet and computers, super highways and automobiles, cellular phones and worldwide communication taken 4 granted as second nature, they would have been frightened of U, and have U committed to psychiatric facilities, B them a tower room in your own home, or a more public facility. Things happening all around us R all done 4 a reason. The UFO-PLANE that harassed me while attempting 2 blog, followed me home after I posted my #10 blog up to http://www.blogger.com and flew loud and low passes over my pathetic whittle residence, all night long, I was just about 2 call the State Police, but I know better, and U all know Y. U cannot beat these horrible harassing evil bastards. They damaged tape recorders, amplifiers, head phone sets, electrical wiring knocking out my outdoor night lights, and on and on. I will never again set foot in a CIRCUIT CITY STORE. This is not the first time they would not honor an extended product warranty that I took over to their Deptford, NJUSAESMWG store. They had me drive over about half a year back in 4-D for computer assistance with their “rip-off” FIREDOG crap, only IO drive many miles over, just 2B told, “no, we will not help U after-all”. They did not have even the basic decency and courtesy to telephone me and save me the trip, and they had my contact number, and on top of that, not even an apology was given. Any one that would go to this place, goes there IMHO, @ their own risk. This is based on my experience with them. Someone got into my residence and broke the plastic frames of the headphone set. They do not honor this type of damage, and I buy extended warranties because somebody always damages my property. It was not me, and they must have thought that I was the one who was reckless and or careless. So I cannot totally blame them, yet I am still the one getting totally, as always, screwed.. So notice how the full evil empire of Phillies losing and Dow up and flying, (original version got fucked up here and skipped out) Stratford, NJUSAESMWG started on the very next day following my attack just shy of when I finished up writing #10, my prior blog. They have me to endlessly persecute and illegally harass covertly, endlessly getting away with far worse than cold blooded murder, and the PET goes right into action, EVERY FREGGIN’ TIME. MESSAGE TO THE PEE CLUB: Pneumatic is a word, whether I spell it correctly or not, meaning [to do with air and air pressure], and symbolically, the word doth not beginneth with the letter [N], as the sounding out of this word may indeed imply, but rather with a [P]. Now both the names PAULA and PAUL start with letter P. I already caught Paula letting air out of my 1997 Plymouth Breeze, back in 1998, when I came out of a Stratford, NJUSAESMWG hospital, the John Fitzgerald Kennedy Hospital, on Laurel Road, after her friend Sarah put my mother in there where she entered flatline, and I come out with my moms boss Thomas Spears, and there is big Paula, letting air out of my tire, something she has done 2 people since she has been a little girl, if U can imagine a six foot ten inch giant ever being a “little” girl. The most recent air let out could B her, or someone else sending me a message not to tell his son the ‘wedding truths’. I know it was one of the 2, and my proof is the symbology in the names starting [P], with the word pneumatic. Jack McCoy is onto [COINCIDENCES], as am I. JJMC is really a phase 4 being, a banker from Ricktown, in our capitol city of Akoslem. He snuck onto Ricktown Manor and was looking in at me counting some money that I was going to give my father to start up a diner chain in Akoslem City. Admitantly, not all of the money was totally clean, and he smiled in at me letting me know that he had the goods on me, so fine, I owe him one whenever he chooses to call in a favor. Don’t even get me started on my dad and his diner chain, a story that would take eons to tell, along with his Bourbon Wing at the Ricktown Manor. There is lots 2 discuss, and these events on the astral plane, as with them all, fall in no particular order by our mortal world way of perceiving linear time. Put another way, I may B flying around SDK with the great SSJKK and watch her go onto the beach and fly her giant kite. If I fall asleep as me [Mountainpen] and retrieve astral realm 6th dimensional memories of these interactions back in fifth dimensional hyperspace or my life physically in this particular universe, it may B at the very end of my Mountainpen life here on the Earth-worlds, when I pull down so to speak, my next interaction that continues on from where the ‘dream’ so-to-speak left off. Pillar and Berman understand the principle of this, the STAR TREK NEXT-GENERATION writers; they prove this 2 me, in the movie they made, with the 2 Captains of the Enterprise, called GENERATIONS; from the middle 19 nineties. Remember, their concept of the astral world that they refer 2 as the NEXUS, is the balancing counterpart of all of the multiverses of physicality. There may be googalplex’s of universes in the multiverse, but they all have the same shared astral realm that balances out the upline thought wave that is the reason that it all exists. Mortal man will not grasp in general population, what is going on, but GENERATIONS, the movie, proves beyond any doubt 2 me that at least 2 so called [Earthlings], do indeed grasp what I discuss. The exact same [never aging] Milituforce crafts all started up this thing, whatever it is with me, in the 1985/1986 era when I was at my closest point of breaking out of my sin-debt royal-family-curse, see the Christian scriptures and KJV of the Holy Bible, and all prior blogs to this one written by me. Believe me, my sanity is not in question, I am not a madman, the quiet type R the ones that go off and get violent, I always have and will B a total advocate of remaining non violent, and changing social policy through votes and the spoken word, such as blogging, letters to editors, and along these lines. Those that live by the sword will die by the sword. The minute God as U like 2 call her, was removed early in the 1960’s from the schools, what came instantly in to fill the vacuum and balance, but drugs and guns and violence and mega hate. Hay, I have my hates, and detest evil scummy sin and sinners too, but they need 2B brought to repentance, not shot to death 4 trying 2 receive an education, and anyone whom laughs when I have been saying for the gods know how long now, that this world of solid up chuck is going to Dogtown in a hand basket at warp 14, has a weird and despicable sense of humor, in my books. Anyone who knows me and knew me since I entered this satanic physical world, knows that I hate injustice, evil, sin, wickedness, rip offs, con artists, and would just love 2C lots of rotten bastards rotting away in prison 4 many many a long year. People have it so screwed up, you know, bible text, what the All Mighty wants of mankind, the whole dern ball of wax. Any sovereign nation and governing body is authorized by the great one who personally told this to Moses, that certain laws R2B adhered 2, and most of the civilized world does indeed base its rules and laws accordingly, based on the All Mighty’s [SSJKK] commandments. Personally, I think rotting in a vicious prison population is the absolute perfect punishment 4 severe law breakers, but 4 those that have this [death penalty issue], just do not take the time 2 look at the Mosaic Law. The King is authorized to take the lives [execute] those that commit vicious crimes, it does not violate absolute law. The King is the same thing as any sovereign nation and kingdom and government. They do not have the power to kill just as a murdering individual does not have the power to execute. The bad guys do the murders, the Kings do the executions. Those that endanger all of us with their violent actions, should B sent 4 immediate processing in Sahasra-Dal Kanwal, and taken off to Dogtown, out beyond the Great City. However, this is their destination anyhow, so keeping a rotten bad guy in the prison population until they awaken from their Earthly interaction, really adds to their punishment, so as Abby Carmichael would say so nicely on the show, “Law & Order”, either one works 4 me. There should not B all these complexities, whether it B taxes or the criminal justice system. Break the Law, get punished. I would spit right in any judges face right this minute who upon my conviction 4 a crime that I would commit 4 any reason, that would not bat an eye at imposing the maximum or close to the maximum sentence allowed by the law. It doesn’t matter if I went through hell and just went off one day, if U do the crime, U pay 4 it, it is just that SAMPLE!!!!!! Hay, this is only my opinion and my whittle 2 cents, now turn it into a buck, as my favorite EX-Senator would say!!!!!!!!! This is Y over and over I make it unequivocally clear 2 any of my potential readers what thee MORIANITY-FOUNDATION is all about, and it is NOT about the breaking of any of man’s laws, nor especially. The Great I AM’s laws. We now have a super hi-tek society, and it disappoints me in a major tragic way that we do not have more of a total PRESENTATIVE GOVERNMENT, where all issues that effect all of us, cannot B voted on by by any and all legal citizens of the majority age, all of the issues, not voted on by a small group we elect. This worked great but it has outlived its usefulness, it is so yesterday. Every week, we should B able 2 turn on a machine in our home, B properly identified with eyeball recognition connected up to proper voter registration listing systems, and any issue any one of us wishes to go YEAH and NAY on, should B available 4 us 2 do, not just a few lifers 4 the most part on Capitol Hill. Once upon a time, it could B well argued that this would not B practical. Now, with all of our technology, my response is a copycat of something the Motown Queen said 2 me when she phoned up my house in Atco, NJUSAESMWG, NO-HOW,-NO NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We R all a potential voice, but never really heard properly, and society needs to change this, now that the teck is here 2B used. We all know the real reasons Y this is not about 2 occur any time soon. The multi-billionaire owners of this planet would never allow it, that is unless my foundation gets going, and true freedom can begin. Anarchy is anything but true freedom, Y should UB free to throw punches into my face? Too many laws is not the answer either, at the rate and curve we R going here in the USA, within 100 years, we all will need 2B taking turns playing guard half the time, and prisoner the other half of the time. Hell, we’ll all B locked up. No, it is society that is failing, and the gods only know, at a terrifyingly high rate of velocity. MESSAGE TO KAREN S. I found out U went on a little mini-vacation when I spoke 2 your office the other week. I will B trying U again by phone soon. U really have 2 admit, my predictions on Phillies losing and Dow markets flying is 100%+ on the $$$. Diana ZA takes good care of me, does she not. War and murder R2 different things, and if U carefully study scriptures, U will C how angry many astral powers R currently with the human race. The President of the largest religious radio outreach totally believes we started the great tribulation period in 1988, the year I wrote PROHET OF NOTHING, (C) Mountainpen. He studies many principles in biblical mathematics, and is very close to real truth, a man really after the heart of the great Sarah-Stacey. He says the period lasts 8400 days, the amount of years from now that we develop refusional atomic maticulation, put simply, a way 2 turn the clock back on dying stars. U all ready know that simple radio frequency turns the biological clock in reverse on a cellular level when north pole isolated integrenetrized multi-wave oscillation is used in conjunction with magnetic resonance imaging tunnels. Anyway, Y anyone would wish 2 remain here in physicality as opposed to dreamshiftallity, goes beyond me, as our true condition of existing in and as void infinity is a non changeable nightmare. Y would a sole wish 2 prolong an Earthly hell, even if they had every luxury and comfort imaginable. It is beyond my very limited intellect to crawl into their mentality. Every single day I beg Stacey to remove me from this, but she insists that I must do this Morianity-Foundation thing, B4 she lets me wake up out of this awful crap. No tribulation started not in 1988, but 2 years earlier in 1986, when this parallel event nightmare came into my life. Stacey runs a clock in her palace on Kanwal Avenue, on the 7th floor, in the great Yelabol Hall, near the Long Room, a place that I as Zeranniss Jones spend lots of time with my teen queen. This clock has settings that parallel mortal time in this part of 5th-D-HS, with the year of 1948, and the name on this clock is Judah-time. The nation of Israel was reestablished in 1948. She says that 3 score ten years is sometimes referred by her as one generation of mortal world interaction. This equals 70 years. Adding 70 to 2048 is 2018, and the President of this radio system believes our calendar 2B off by 7 years, making this really the year 2000, and 2018 would B 2011. I know 4 a true fact Karen, as she told me this on the Astral Plane, that the calendar is off by 2 years, NOT SEVEN. Indeed, in 2016, a major event occurs in much of hyperspace, this universe most likely being one of them, whether we move int the Sidereal Time calendar, by then or not. When we had our interaction that was connected into my waking world at the age of just 15, 7 months B4 the last time ever seeing her on the mortal world on the night of the seventh month and the 12th day, back in AD 1970, a connection between the physical and astral worlds happened that I have yet 2 really tell the mortals of this world about in its full and unabridged details. Subtracting 1970 from 2018 or in true year number compensating for time error, 2016 minus 1968, either way, equals 1,948, the year of the reestablishing of the Judah tribe, to which her special clock is set to, in ways she will not even tell her THAT BOY [dog]. She did tell me that Rick insulted her in front of her friends and Viqueen Gang outside of a soda shop, in her Great City, and after she picked Rick up and snapped him in half, she permitted the BRIGGBASE residents, or the 1/3 rd of the GMC that broke away from the governing other 2/3rds, to invade RICKTOWN, and remove the Earthly USA dollar equivalent of 500 trillion, held in the First Great Akoslem Bank, in Ricktown’s capitol city. Jack McCoy, a real living phase 4 entity on astral realms, is the Head Banking President. This is Y the greatest show since Perry Mason, entered into our physicality through the imagination of Mr. Wolf and other writers. Those unable 2 dream or project into life from the astral without breaking lawtronic systems, come in here as PHASE 4 ENTITIES. MESSAGE TO WALL STREET: One day and year U tell the little majority that oil and gas prices going up causes stock prices 2 go down, so how come when it goes the other way, U instantly say the street has a new and totally opposing explanation, just like years ago when interest rates were on an upward trend, and that brings stocks down so U say, yet UP UP UP. Every broker will tell anyone that interest rates down means stocks going up and vice versa, over long run time, and also oil and gas up translates to market down, and again vice versa, over long run time. This was always the case until I came along with this parallel event nightmare, in this evil TRIBULATION period. In the year of AD 1980 I noticed shortly into the tribulation, that the Phillies had their big world series win, not doing well until after my demo recordings were done and finding the HAIR album of Donna Gaines up in the attic at RPL, at my job. Finding an unknown work of a top artist when she was still a teen, was a wild and cool find 4 me. Also, I lived in a beautiful place with great solar exposure, had a nice car, bought a great stereo and open reel recorder, and many other machines that I put together in a cool way that allowed me 2 do my demo recordings better than at the studio. My life was a small amount of perfect, and next to what I had been used to, was freaking heaven. Boom, world series win, Dow at the bottoming part of a long bear market that was not 2 end until well into 1982, B4 the huge 18 year bull market came slamming in. I learned that the Phillies and I seemed to run a strange parallel event or speaking statistically, when they do good, way more than 50/50 I am doing good. When they R doing bad, way more than 50/50 I am doing bad. I then came to learn about 6 years later in 1986, that another 3rd parallel event was there, the one with the FLYERS ice hockey team. This explains a bit more detail of what I talk so much about, PARALLEL EVENT AND USING IT COVERTLY AGAINST SOMEONE. Crimes like using this intentionally to get blessed so to speak by cosmic forces, invisible wave-particle dualities of interactiveness that is endlessly escaping out of void infinity through astral and hyper-spacial physical dreams. These 10th dimensional existences based on prior EX-IM ratio prior uncreations, will endlessly escape out of void by creating interactions. They come down through lawtronics to become the 6th dimension, or the thought-world, the ECKANKAR MENTAL PLANE. They R more than willing to play endless games, it is the only way 4 them 2 distract themselves from endless existence, total absolute hell, and they will gladly, like a bored to tears child locked in his room and grounded, play with anyone, at any time, any game at all. To them, there is no good or bad, or any human thing, just the game to endlessly distract. For the people on this Earth realm that they wish to make totally miserable, it is as simple to do as 1-2-3. U would view what these entities do in your mortal logic as the usage of a [MOTIVE PROGRAM]. Someday, software will B available so that people will need 2 spend hardly any real tedious time at their computer, actually doing things. IE, U will tell your powerful new trinary based PC’s, cosmiputers, voltage low – medium – high, and no more voltage on and off, for example, I wish to run a business selling such and such a product line. The system will research all the best and optimal things available and best prices 4U to get into it, do all the work, and U basically command the system to do it, turn it on, or off, and that is it. Or for example, I want 2 become a lawyer, a doctor, a stock broker, a recording or TV star, whatever. It will do all the things that U now would need 2 manually do in a tedious step by step and very time consuming methodology. Am I saying that entities far ahead of us with motive programs, created this all, and all of us? No I am saying that it is as though this were the case. I am not giving U the double talk, the truth is that U cannot B told any more than this, this is the best and really, the only way 2 describe the reality of it all. This is Y Paula King follows me around flattening my tires, people make my life miserable no matter how hard I try 2B a nice guy and do the right thing. Starting at about the time the markets closed today on the Eastern time zone of 4 of the clock in the post meridian, I have fallen under a vicious air siege, crash level planes and choppers. Yet if it was checked out, patients needing a medivac chopper, or pilots being diverted to flying their planes buzzing over me at crash level, it all would make some sort of sense, the traffic controller gets a legitimate reason 4 telling the plane to move up or down or this way or that, B it weather related or any other reason, the only way 2 tell my story is using my COPYRIGHT PROTECTED MOTIVE SOFTWARE PROGRAM idea, yet it is not really a motive program from a computer of some advanced society with some sicko dude or dudes in it. It just, is as if this was what is going on. It is sort of like asking the forever and never answered all mighty question, where did the tenth dimension come from, all the particles and waves from the very first uncreation? Answer, at the risk of [adult playground rage] APGR occurring, is simple: All of it exists both above and below in a seemingly endlessly looping disk contained on the 11th dimension. So where did this come from? Simple, but watch that APGR, all of it exists both above and below in a seemingly endlessly looping disk contained on the 12th dimension, and yes, where did the 999999999999th stuff come from? It has endless ups and downs that loop together and curve into the 1000000000000th dimension. This is the truth. Why, why is all of this happening? Because it is, no simpler nor more complex answer is there. I did not say I do not have it, I said this is the answer. Lots of punches and pain have resulted in playgrounds, when a smaller kid keeps saying”WHY” every time a bigger angry kid asks a question. Trouble is that deep down, way under many layers of sub consciousness, U all know that the answer is that there simply is no answer, it does not exist, no secret beyond that is being intentionally kept back from any one of us by some invisible ‘gods’ or God All Mighty. That is all total fucking bull shit. Your 10% is guaranteed in long run play DJ, and with or without me. I am merely the tool that currently is balancing this system to do this. Over 10 years, there never will B a losing period in the 30 Dow industrial stock prices. It may B -6.3%, -12.7%, +3.3%, and any conceivable combination year by year, but it will balance out to +10% per annum until the market no longer exists. During the periods where true price is under-performing these percentages, the cosmic reality for an eventual compensation 2 bring it back to the normal 7-13% will always kick in, and concentrically, during the periods where true price is over-performing these percentages, the cosmic reality for an eventual compensation to bring it back to the normal 7-13% will always kick in. Every time the sun goes down, it will go back up at that point of the globe again, and every time the sun climbs up , it will go back down at that point of the globe. Sounds silly and simple, yet brokers and investors panic over and over, while I laugh at them, me, just a little nobody with nothing, but a powerhouse of knowledge. I know what I know, and what I do not know, I admit to it instantly and without hesitation. MESSAGE TO LADY ROULETTE: My entire oh-seven year has been ruined and wrecked by some cosmic organized conspiracy of totally demonic fucking hellishness, yet, by grouping 12 different randomly picked groups of 5 numbers on your wheel, and getting a total of times that they come out times 100 divided by total amount of total spins on all games, I can accurately beat the odds of 38 divided by 5, to one, by more than 20 percent. I consider it cheating 2 use this long one game system, but U have left me no choice. I have made 236 units profit in oh-seven using this, and on green quarters, that is over 5 grand, on triple black-bucks it is over 60 grand for 3.5 months of casino play, more than enough money for me, I am not greedy. U cheated me out of life, and that is not COOL, Cheated Out Of Life, totally un-cool!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have no cherce Mr. Archie Bunker, but 2 fucking cheat back!!!!!!!!!!!!! TO THOSE WANTING TO KNOW WHAT IS MORE THAN MORTAL, BUT R2 CHICKEN 2 ASK:
Feel divinely blissful, think of your best few days U have ever had until it takes facial muscle to wipe the grin off your face. Keep feeling blissful as an incestrallite. Stay in this state of bliss, if anything bad crosses your mind, re-focus and stay blissful feeling and maintain this light trancy blissful condition, while laying flat on your back, alone, preferably without clothes, or loose and light ones if U must wear something. Room should B dark and quiet that UR laying in, on a comfortable bed. Their is a magic number that U must know is real, U cannot cheat your way out of it, this magic combination of numbers is 10 and 6, because astrally in base 8, this converts to 8 and 12, the mortal world combination when multiplying 12 with 8, to give the magic number of both 96 and its inverse magic number of 69, but knowing that is not of any importance 2U. Just the 10 and the 6. Ten times, you focus on a place U wish 2B, it could B the bedroom of a favorite rock star, or a secret lover, or the friggin Oval office, it does not matter. U must create a quick daydream starting with U in the place U wish 2B,m picture yourself to appear to a particular person and look any way U wish 2 look. Tell them your telephone number if U wish, do whatever U wish 2 do, but keep it short and sweet, and simple, as you need to repeat this a total of ten total timers. Now, after 10 times of doing this, U say silently to yourself, picking whatever time you wish be it 2 hours, 3 hours, whatever, “astral body, I command U2 leave me in three hours and go to the place I wish 2B”. This needs 2B done 6 times. This is the precise instructions 4 using the great mystical FASCITAR – 6/10 PROJECTION SYSTEM. This secret is known by few masters on this planet throughout mans total recorded history. Start by going 2 places UR familiar with, and remain on the PHYSICAL PLANE. Later on, visit me at Ricktown Manor, or go to Diana’s Code Cabin, read first about these places on my website, come to physical world place, http://www.morianity-foundation.com and then come and C4 yourself. Come to the great TECK BAY, and go to the MYSTERY SCHOOL and talk to the guru/mystic professors. Do not let fear fuck with U. Passing between life and death is scary to most mortals. Coming back here from there can B a bit unpleasant and scary, bad vibrations can occur, ignore it and get passed it, it is so freaking worth it, believe me. U cannot go to the great city, only to one of the gates, you will B stopped at the security gated system, and B required to show paperwork of a sorts, a CITY PASS. These are only issued to a rare few, and those with passes have registered city names, and this is registered in huge city museums along Salvation Boulevard. These huge scrolls R inside huge books under impenetrable glass type structures. Exploding galaxies could not put a dent in this material. Some do learn how to get and stay in this great city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, without proper authorization, but the great MILLIONTH COUNCIL knows UR there, and will eventually remove U, in organized rotations similar to the way America has border patrols, and occasionally has all out round ups of illegals, and escorts them out. Visit RICKTOWN, or any place U wish 2B in this great Olympian Province. U can go 2 other provinces on the astral plane, it is an infinite place of 6 directions that all go endlessly around and loop together in a huge hyper-spherical reality, that is real because U agree that it is real. Anything U do on the physical or astral plane is done with built in rewards and punishments, it is kind of hard to make U know Y this is so, other than 2 tell U that in the grand scheme of things, every victim of every evil deed gets their chance to BU and make UB them. This is why the greatest master of all of them, Jesus, said to love your brother as U love yourself, as all the laws and the prophets hang on this commandment. UR being good 2U by doing this, and the other way around, and this is hyper-spacial law. When practicing the 6/10 Fascitar, the average person will need between 3 and 6 nights to succeed. Once UC how incredible all of this really is, U’ll never let mortal man tell U it ain’t real, U’ll know that it freaking REAL. A,ll victims of Virginia Teck must realize that in all of hyperspace, each one has taken their turn being the madman. It is a limitless multiple worlds within worlds. When U do good, U do it mostly 2U. When U do bad, U do it mostly 2U. As UR punching that little fart in the bar next Wednesday night, and he is begging U2 stop, as U hit him with another barn-house, remember, zillions of universes exist right now in HS where that other little dude is U, and U are him, and it is U that is getting pounded 2 shit. U mortals think punishments can B escaped from, or that they need 2B inflicted on U externally by the gods, and UR sadly mistaken. Playing with the Fascitar 6/10 is cool as anything, but abuse this knowledge and you will wake up one day hating my guts more than if I took your wife and business and brutally hurt your family. You will cuss me out and try to look me up and cut my living guts out. Do not abuse this knowledge. Explore. Learn. Have a cool time dudes and duddesses, but do not say you have not been warned. If U want 2C4 yourself that dying is an illusion and none of the shit Earthers believe is even close 2 being true, then indeed, screw up your courage, take 300 grams of anti-wuss pills, and go the hell 4 it. Get past the fear, keep going past the fear, that valley of the shadow and fearing no evil stuff in scriptures, ain’t no lie. There is sort of a bad-vibe zone in the cross over process, don’t fucking wuss out, do it, and U will know then and only then, that all the claims that I have made on all of my bloggings R all real and completely true. MESSAGE TO ATLANTIC CITY AND MY ENEMY BRIGGER LAMISTS, AND LEVY-ATHANS: I am closing out today to say quickly and sternly that if I could not prove much of the stuff that some of U super scumbags have done 2 me, common sense must tell U ass holes, that I’d never have dared 2 start these blogs, and start 2 really tie the bag up, and show the multiverse what is going on. All the people and entities that have totally taken over and invaded this natural world and started us into this major tribulation and these totally sick spirit of these sick times, in 1986, are all caught in my PROOF system, and 4 now, this is all I am willing 2 impart 2 this present blog. Soon, there will B just no closets big enough 4 these child molesters and sacrificers to hide in, and I will prove the reason Y no new structures ever get built on Tennessee Avenue in the great ACNJUSAESMWG. Brown eyed Callio, I am forever watching U. My lovely Atlantic, U were so great with me last night, WO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!UNREAL!!!!!!!Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 5:19 PM
Feel divinely blissful, think of your best few days U have ever had until it takes facial muscle to wipe the grin off your face. Keep feeling blissful as an incestrallite. Stay in this state of bliss, if anything bad crosses your mind, re-focus and stay blissful feeling and maintain this light trancy blissful condition, while laying flat on your back, alone, preferably without clothes, or loose and light ones if U must wear something. Room should B dark and quiet that UR laying in, on a comfortable bed. Their is a magic number that U must know is real, U cannot cheat your way out of it, this magic combination of numbers is 10 and 6, because astrally in base 8, this converts to 8 and 12, the mortal world combination when multiplying 12 with 8, to give the magic number of both 96 and its inverse magic number of 69, but knowing that is not of any importance 2U. Just the 10 and the 6. Ten times, you focus on a place U wish 2B, it could B the bedroom of a favorite rock star, or a secret lover, or the friggin Oval office, it does not matter. U must create a quick daydream starting with U in the place U wish 2B,m picture yourself to appear to a particular person and look any way U wish 2 look. Tell them your telephone number if U wish, do whatever U wish 2 do, but keep it short and sweet, and simple, as you need to repeat this a total of ten total timers. Now, after 10 times of doing this, U say silently to yourself, picking whatever time you wish be it 2 hours, 3 hours, whatever, “astral body, I command U2 leave me in three hours and go to the place I wish 2B”. This needs 2B done 6 times. This is the precise instructions 4 using the great mystical FASCITAR – 6/10 PROJECTION SYSTEM. This secret is known by few masters on this planet throughout mans total recorded history. Start by going 2 places UR familiar with, and remain on the PHYSICAL PLANE. Later on, visit me at Ricktown Manor, or go to Diana’s Code Cabin, read first about these places on my website, come to physical world place, http://www.morianity-foundation.com and then come and C4 yourself. Come to the great TECK BAY, and go to the MYSTERY SCHOOL and talk to the guru/mystic professors. Do not let fear fuck with U. Passing between life and death is scary to most mortals. Coming back here from there can B a bit unpleasant and scary, bad vibrations can occur, ignore it and get passed it, it is so freaking worth it, believe me. U cannot go to the great city, only to one of the gates, you will B stopped at the security gated system, and B required to show paperwork of a sorts, a CITY PASS. These are only issued to a rare few, and those with passes have registered city names, and this is registered in huge city museums along Salvation Boulevard. These huge scrolls R inside huge books under impenetrable glass type structures. Exploding galaxies could not put a dent in this material. Some do learn how to get and stay in this great city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, without proper authorization, but the great MILLIONTH COUNCIL knows UR there, and will eventually remove U, in organized rotations similar to the way America has border patrols, and occasionally has all out round ups of illegals, and escorts them out. Visit RICKTOWN, or any place U wish 2B in this great Olympian Province. U can go 2 other provinces on the astral plane, it is an infinite place of 6 directions that all go endlessly around and loop together in a huge hyper-spherical reality, that is real because U agree that it is real. Anything U do on the physical or astral plane is done with built in rewards and punishments, it is kind of hard to make U know Y this is so, other than 2 tell U that in the grand scheme of things, every victim of every evil deed gets their chance to BU and make UB them. This is why the greatest master of all of them, Jesus, said to love your brother as U love yourself, as all the laws and the prophets hang on this commandment. UR being good 2U by doing this, and the other way around, and this is hyper-spacial law. When practicing the 6/10 Fascitar, the average person will need between 3 and 6 nights to succeed. Once UC how incredible all of this really is, U’ll never let mortal man tell U it ain’t real, U’ll know that it freaking REAL. A,ll victims of Virginia Teck must realize that in all of hyperspace, each one has taken their turn being the madman. It is a limitless multiple worlds within worlds. When U do good, U do it mostly 2U. When U do bad, U do it mostly 2U. As UR punching that little fart in the bar next Wednesday night, and he is begging U2 stop, as U hit him with another barn-house, remember, zillions of universes exist right now in HS where that other little dude is U, and U are him, and it is U that is getting pounded 2 shit. U mortals think punishments can B escaped from, or that they need 2B inflicted on U externally by the gods, and UR sadly mistaken. Playing with the Fascitar 6/10 is cool as anything, but abuse this knowledge and you will wake up one day hating my guts more than if I took your wife and business and brutally hurt your family. You will cuss me out and try to look me up and cut my living guts out. Do not abuse this knowledge. Explore. Learn. Have a cool time dudes and duddesses, but do not say you have not been warned. If U want 2C4 yourself that dying is an illusion and none of the shit Earthers believe is even close 2 being true, then indeed, screw up your courage, take 300 grams of anti-wuss pills, and go the hell 4 it. Get past the fear, keep going past the fear, that valley of the shadow and fearing no evil stuff in scriptures, ain’t no lie. There is sort of a bad-vibe zone in the cross over process, don’t fucking wuss out, do it, and U will know then and only then, that all the claims that I have made on all of my bloggings R all real and completely true. MESSAGE TO ATLANTIC CITY AND MY ENEMY BRIGGER LAMISTS, AND LEVY-ATHANS: I am closing out today to say quickly and sternly that if I could not prove much of the stuff that some of U super scumbags have done 2 me, common sense must tell U ass holes, that I’d never have dared 2 start these blogs, and start 2 really tie the bag up, and show the multiverse what is going on. All the people and entities that have totally taken over and invaded this natural world and started us into this major tribulation and these totally sick spirit of these sick times, in 1986, are all caught in my PROOF system, and 4 now, this is all I am willing 2 impart 2 this present blog. Soon, there will B just no closets big enough 4 these child molesters and sacrificers to hide in, and I will prove the reason Y no new structures ever get built on Tennessee Avenue in the great ACNJUSAESMWG. Brown eyed Callio, I am forever watching U. My lovely Atlantic, U were so great with me last night, WO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!UNREAL!!!!!!!Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 5:19 PM
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ISIS UNVEILED:
A Master-Key to the Mysteries of Ancient and Modern Science and Theology
By H. P. Blavatsky
Blavatsky’s first major work on theosophy, examining religion and science in the light of Western and Oriental ancient wisdom and occult and spiritualistic phenomena.
Theosophical University Press Online Edition (print version also available). Electronic version ISBN 1-55700-135-9. This edition may be downloaded for off-line viewing without charge. Because of current limitations in ASCII character fonts, and for ease of searching, no diacritical marks appear in the electronic version of the text.
CONTENTS
DETAILED CONTENTS, VOLUME 1 and VOLUME 2VOLUME 1
TITLE PAGEPREFACE (pages v – viii)
BEFORE THE VEIL (pages ix – xlv)
Dogmatic assumptions of modern science and theology / The Platonic philosophy affords the only middle ground / Review of the ancient philosophical systems / A Syriac manuscript on Simon Magus / Glossary of terms used in this book———————
Volume First: THE “INFALLIBILITY” OF MODERN SCIENCE.
CHAPTER 1: OLD THINGS WITH NEW NAMES (pages 1 – 38)
The Oriental Kabala / Ancient traditions supported by modern research / The progress of mankind marked by cycles / Ancient cryptic science / Priceless value of the Vedas / Mutilations of the Jewish sacred books in translation / Magic always regarded as a divine science / Achievements of its adepts and hypotheses of their modern detractors / Man’s yearning for immortality
CHAPTER 2: PHENOMENA AND FORCES (pages 39 – 73)
The servility of society / Prejudice and bigotry of men of science / They are chased by psychical phenomena / Lost arts / The human will the master-force of forces / Superficial generalizations of the French savants / Mediumistic phenomena, to what attributable / Their relation to crime
CHAPTER 3: BLIND LEADERS OF THE BLIND (pages 74 – 99)
Huxley’s derivation from the Orohippus / Comte, his system and disciples / The London materialists / Borrowed robes / Emanation of the objective universe from the subjective
CHAPTER 4: THEORIES RESPECTING PSYCHIC PHENOMENA (pages 100 – 125)
Theory of de Gasparin / [[Theory]] of Thury / [[Theory]] of des Mousseaux, de Mirville / [[Theory]] of Babinet / [[Theory]] of Houdin / [[Theory]] of MM. Royer and Jobart de Lamballe / The twins — “unconscious cerebration” and “unconscious ventriloquism” / Theory of Crookes / [[Theory]] of Faraday / [[Theory]] of Chevreuil / The Mendeleyeff commission of 1876 / Soul blindness
CHAPTER 5: THE ETHER, OR “ASTRAL LIGHT” (pages 126 – 162)
One primal force, but many correlations / Tyndall narrowly escapes a great discovery / The impossibility of miracle / Nature of the primordial substance / Interpretation of certain ancient myths / Experiments of the fakirs / Evolution in Hindu allegory
CHAPTER 6: PSYCHO-PHYSICAL PHENOMENA (pages 163 – 205)
The debt we owe to Paracelsus / Mesmerism — its parentage, reception, potentiality / “Psychometry” / Time, space, eternity / Transfer of energy from the visible to the invisible universe / The Crookes experiments and Cox theory
CHAPTER 7: THE ELEMENTS, ELEMENTALS, AND ELEMENTARIES (pages 206 – 252)
Attraction and repulsion universal in all the kingdoms of nature / Psychical phenomena depend on physical surroundings / Observations in Siam / Music in nervous disorders / The “world-soul” and its potentialities / Healing by touch, and healers / “Diakka” and Porphyry’s bad demons / The quenchless lamp / Modern ignorance of vital force / Antiquity of the theory of force-correlation / Universality of belief in magic
CHAPTER 8: SOME MYSTERIES OF NATURE (pages 253 – 292)
Do the planets affect human destiny? / Very curious passage from Hermes / The restlessness of matter / Prophecy of Nostradamus fulfilled / Sympathies between planets and plants / Hindu knowledge of the properties of colors / “Coincidences” the panacea of modern science / The moon and the tides / Epidemic mental and moral disorders / The gods of the Pantheons only natural forces / Proofs of the magical powers of Pythagoras / The viewless races of ethereal space / The “four truths” of Buddhism
CHAPTER 9: CYCLIC PHENOMENA (pages 293 – 337)
Meaning of the expression “coats of skin” / Natural selection and its results / The Egyptian “circle of necessity” / Pre-Adamite races / Descent of spirit into matter / The triune nature of man / The lowest creatures in the scale of being / Elementals specifically described / Proclus on the beings of the air / Various names for elementals / Swedenborgian views on soul-death / Earth-bound human souls / Impure mediums and their “guides” / Psychometry an aid to scientific research
CHAPTER 10: THE INNER AND OUTER MAN (pages 338 – 378)
Pere Felix arraigns the scientists / The “Unknowable” / Danger of evocations by tyros / Lares and Lemures / Secrets of Hindu temples / Reincarnation / Witchcraft and witches/ The sacred soma trance / Vulnerability of certain “shadows” / Experiment of Clearchus on a sleeping boy / The author witnesses a trial of magic in India / Case of the Cevennois
CHAPTER 11: PSYCHOLOGICAL AND PHYSICAL MARVELS (pages 379 – 416)
Invulnerability attainable by man / Projecting the force of the will / Insensibility to snake-poison / Charming serpents by music / Teratological phenomena discussed / The psychological domain confessedly unexplored / Despairing regrets of Berzelius / Turning a river into blood a vegetable phenomenon
CHAPTER 12: THE “IMPASSABLE CHASM” (pages 417 – 461)
Confessions of ignorance by men of science / The Pantheon of nihilism / Triple composition of fire / Instinct and reason defined / Philosophy of the Hindu Jains/ Deliberate misrepresentations of Lempriere / Man’s astral soul not immortal / The reincarnation of Buddha / Magical sun and moon pictures of Thibet / Vampirism — its phenomena explained / Bengalese jugglery
CHAPTER 13: REALITIES AND ILLUSION (pages 462 – 514)
The rationale of talismans / Unexplained mysteries / Magical experiment in Bengal / Chibh Chondor’s surprising feats / The Indian tape-climbing trick an illusion / Resuscitation of buried fakirs / Limits of suspended animation / Mediumship totally antagonistic to adeptship / What are “materialized spirits”? / The Shudala Madan / Philosophy of levitation / The elixir and alkahest
CHAPTER 14: EGYPTIAN WISDOM (pages 515 – 574)
Origin of the Egyptians / Their mighty engineering works / The ancient land of the Pharaohs / Antiquity of the Nilotic monuments / Arts of war and peace / Mexican myths and ruins / Resemblances to the Egyptian / Moses a priest of Osiris / The lessons taught by the ruins of Siam / The Egyptian Tau at Palenque
CHAPTER 15: INDIA THE CRADLE OF THE RACE (575 – 628)
Acquisition of the “secret doctrine” / Two relics owned by a Pali scholar / Jealous exclusiveness of the Hindus / Lydia Maria Child on Phallic symbolism / The age of the Vedas and Manu / Traditions of pre-diluvian races / Atlantis and its peoples / Peruvian relics / The Gobi desert and its secrets / Thibetan and Chinese legends / The magician aids, not impedes, nature / Philosophy, religion, arts and sciences bequeathed by Mother India to posterity—————————————–
VOLUME 2
TITLE PAGE
PREFACE (iii – iv)
Mrs. Elizabeth Thompson and Baroness Burdett-Coutts.————
Volume Second: THE “INFALLIBILITY” OF MODERN RELIGION.
CHAPTER 1: THE CHURCH: WHERE IS IT? (1-54)
Church statistics / Catholic “miracles” and spiritualistic “phenomena” / Christian and Pagan beliefs compared / Magic and sorcery practiced by Christian clergy / Comparative theology a new science / Eastern traditions as to Alexandrian Library / Roman pontiffs imitators of the Hindu Brahm-atma / Christian dogmas derived from heathen philosophy / Doctrine of the Trinity of Pagan origin / Disputes between Gnostics and Church Fathers / Bloody records of Christianity
CHAPTER 2: CHRISTIAN CRIMES AND HEATHEN VIRTUES. (55-122)
Sorceries of Catherine of Medicis / Occult arts practiced by the clergy / Witch-burnings and auto-da-fe of little children / Lying Catholic saints / Pretensions of missionaries in India and China / Sacrilegious tricks of Catholic clergy / Paul a kabalist / Peter not the founder of Roman church / Strict lives of Pagan hierophants / High character of ancient “mysteries” / Jacolliot’s account of Hindu fakirs / Christian symbolism derived from Phallic worship / Hindu doctrine of the Pitris / Brahminic spirit-communion / Dangers of untrained mediumship /
CHAPTER 3: DIVISIONS AMONGST THE EARLY CHRISTIANS. (123-166)
Resemblance between early Christianity and Buddhism / Peter never in Rome / Meanings of “Nazar” and “Nazarene” / Baptism a derived right / Is Zoroaster a generic name? / Pythagorean teachings of Jesus / The Apocalypse kabalistic / Jesus considered an adept by some Pagan philosophers and early Christians / Doctrine of permutation / The meaning of God-Incarnate / Dogmas of the Gnostics / Ideas of Marcion, the “heresiarch” / Precepts of Manu / Jehovah identical with Bacchus
CHAPTER 4: ORIENTAL COSMOGONIES AND BIBLE RECORDS. (167-211)
Discrepancies in the Pentateuch / Indian, Chaldean and Ophite systems compared / Who were the first Christians? / Christos and Sophia-Achamoth / Secret doctrine taught by Jesus / Jesus never claimed to be God / New Testament narratives and Hindu legends / Antiquity of the “Logos” and “Christ” / Comparative Virgin-worship
CHAPTER 5: MYSTERIES OF THE KABALA. (212-250)
En-Soph and the Sephiroth / The primitive wisdom-religion / The book of Genesis a compilation of Old World legends / The Trinity of the Kabala / Gnostic and Nazarene systems contrasted with Hindu myths / Kabalism in the book of Ezekiel / Story of the resurrection of Jairus’s daughter found in the history of Christna / Untrustworthy teachings of the early Fathers / Their persecuting spirit
CHAPTER 6: ESOTERIC DOCTRINES OF BUDDHISM PARODIED IN CHRISTIANITY. (251-290)
Decisions of Nicean Council, how arrived at / Murder of Hypatia / Origin of the fish-symbol of Vishnu / Kabalistic doctrine of the Cosmogony / Diagrams of Hindu and Chaldeo-Jewish systems / Ten mythical Avatars of Vishnu / Trinity of man taught by Paul / Socrates and Plato on soul and spirit / True Buddhism, what it is
CHAPTER 7: EARLY CHRISTIAN HERESIES AND SECRET SOCIETIES. (291-347)
Nazareans, Ophites, and modern Druzes / Etymology of IAO / “Hermetic Brothers” of Egypt / True meaning of Nirvana / The Jayna sect / Christians and Chrestians / The Gnostics and their detractors / Buddha, Jesus, and Apollonius of Tyana
CHAPTER 8: JESUITRY AND MASONRY. (348-404)
The Sohar and Rabbi Simeon / The Order of Jesuits and its relation to some of the Masonic orders / Crimes permitted to its members / Principles of Jesuitry compared with those of Pagan moralists / Trinity of man in Egyptian Book of the Dead / Freemasonry no longer esoteric / Persecution of Templars by the Church / Secret Masonic ciphers / Jehovah not the “Ineffable Name”
CHAPTER 9: THE VEDAS AND THE BIBLE. (405-476)
Nearly every myth based on some great truth / Whence the Christian Sabbath / Antiquity of the Vedas / Pythagorean doctrine of the potentialities of numbers / “Days” of Genesis and “Days” of Brahma / Fall of man and the Deluge in the Hindu books / Antiquity of the Mahabharata / Were the ancient Egyptians of the Aryan race? / Samuel, David, and Solomon mythical personages / Symbolism of Noah’s Ark / The Patriarchs identical with zodiacal signs / All Bible legends belong to universal history
CHAPTER 10: THE DEVIL-MYTH. (477-529)
The devil officially recognized by the Church / Satan the mainstay of sacerdotalism / Identity of Satan with the Egyptian Typhon / His relation to serpent-worship / The Book of Job and the Book of the Dead / The Hindu devil a metaphysical abstraction / Satan and the Prince of Hell in the Gospel of Nicodemus
CHAPTER 11: COMPARATIVE RESULTS OF BUDDHISM AND CHRISTIANITY. (530-586)
The age of philosophy produced no atheists / The legends of three Saviours / Christian doctrine of the Atonement illogical / Cause of the failure of missionaries to convert Buddhists and Brahmanists / Neither Buddha nor Jesus left written records / The grandest mysteries of religion in the Bagaved-gita / The meaning of regeneration explained in the Satapa-Brahmana / The sacrifice of blood interpreted / Demoralization of British India by Christian missionaries / The Bible less authenticated than any other sacred book / Knowledge of chemistry and physics displayed by Indian jugglers
CHAPTER 12: CONCLUSIONS AND ILLUSTRATIONS. (587-640)
Recapitulation of fundamental propositions / Seership of the soul and of the spirit / The phenomenon of the so-called spirit-hand / Difference between mediums and adepts / Interview of an English ambassador with a reincarnated Buddha / Flight of a lama’s astral body related by Abbe Huc / Schools of magic in Buddhist lamaseries / The unknown race of Hindu Todas / Will-power of fakirs and yogis / Taming of wild beasts by fakirs / Evocation of a living spirit by a Shaman, witnessed by the writer / Sorcery by the breath of a Jesuit Father / Why the study of magic is almost impracticable in Europe / Conclusion
APPENDICES
“Theories about Reincarnation and Spirits,” by H. P. Blavatsky“My Books,” by H. P. Blavatsky
“How Isis Unveiled Was Written” by Alexander Wilder, M. D.
“Letters from H. P. Blavatsky to Alexander Wilder, M. D.”
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Appendix 3
How “Isis Unveiled” Was Written.*
By Alexander Wilder, M. D.
From The Word, May 1908 (7:2)
*The authorship of “Isis Unveiled” has sometimes been questioned. Some persons have claimed it for themselves. The one individual best able to bear witness, from among all who had personal knowledge of the authorship, is Alexander Wilder, physician and scholar, the most able of the Platonists. To-day, at 85 years, he has the buoyancy of youth, the mental virility of manhood, and all with his Platonic “enthusiasm.” — H. W. P.One morning in the autumn of 1876, I saw in the New York “Tribune” the mention of a work in process of publication styled “Art-Magic,” which would treat of recondite subjects. Having from earlier years been interested in such matters, I wrote to the address there given and received a reply from Mrs. Hardinge-Britton. Besides answering my inquiry, she told me of the forming of a Theosophical Society, then taking place. But I did not pursue this clue. I had become disgusted with individual pretensions to superior powers, and unusual names have for me no attraction. Some weeks later, however, learning that the book had been printed, I called upon Mrs. Britton and received a copy. She stated that the author did not give his name, and that he would not require the payment which I was to make, paying a compliment to my intellectual qualifications as something unusual in this field. The book was very interesting to me, and contained many valuable nuggets in relation to arcane matters. Unfortunately, there was no index, and the omission of an index takes away half the usefulness of a book to a student. There was no allusion in the book to the Theosophical Society, and I had no curiosity to know about the organization.
At that time I had been editing several publications for Mr. J. W. Bouton, a bookseller in New York, and was lecturing and contributing papers for one or two periodicals. Other engagements and associations had been laid aside. I had barely heard of Madame Blavatsky, but in no connection with anything relating to Theosophy, or other subject that I knew anything about. She had been described as having introduced herself to an acquaintance as a “rushing Russian,” and her manner had attracted attention. Nothing more was elicited at that time.
On a pleasant afternoon, in early autumn, some months later, I was alone in the house. The bell was rung, and I answered at the door. Colonel Henry S. Olcott was there with an errand to myself. I did not recognize him, as I had never had any occasion to make his acquaintance, but he having had some governmental business with one of my employers several years before, had known me ever since. He had never suspected, however, that I took any interest whatever in unusual subjects; so completely successful had I been in keeping myself unknown even to those who from daily association imagined that they knew me very thoroughly. A long service in journalism, familiar relations with public men, and active participation in political matters, seemed to have shut out from notice an ardent passion for mystic speculation, and the transcendental philosophy. I think that Colonel Olcott had himself been taken somewhat by surprise.
He had been referred to me by Mr. Bouton. Madam Blavatsky had compiled a work upon occult and philosophic subjects, and Mr. Bouton had been asked in relation to undertaking its publication. Why it had been referred to me I could never well understand. Mr. Bouton had taken passage for England a few days before, and I had visited him several times, even going over from Newark to bid him farewell the morning that he left. Yet he had not said a word to me about the manuscript. Did he really expect me to read it, or was he merely endeavoring to shirk having anything to do with it without actually refusing outright? I am now inclined to the opinion that he referred Colonel Olcott to me to evade saying “No.” At the time, however, I supposed that, although the mode of proceeding was not that of a man of business, Mr. Bouton really meant that I should examine the work, and I agreed to undertake the task.
It was truly a ponderous document and displayed research in a very extended field, requiring diligence, familiarity with the various topics, as well as a purpose to be fair to the writer. Regarding myself as morally obligated to act for the advantage of Mr. Bouton, I showed no favor beyond what I believed justice to demand. I regarded it a duty to be severe. In my report to him, I stated that the manuscript was the product of great research, and that so far as related to current thinking, there was a revolution in it, but I added that I deemed it too long for remunerative publishing.
Mr. Bouton, however, presently agreed to publish the work. I never learned the terms, but subsequent occurrences led me to presume that they were not carefully considered. He procured the copyright in his own name, which enabled him to control the price, and he refused every proposition afterward to transfer the ownership to the author, or to cheapen the cost. He placed the manuscript again in my hands, with instructions to shorten it as much as it would bear. This was a discretionary power that was far from agreeable. It can hardly be fair that a person acting solely in behalf of the publisher should have such authority over the work of an author. Nevertheless, I undertook the task. While abridging the work, I endeavored in every instance to preserve the thought of the author in plain language, removing only such terms and matter as might be regarded as superfluous, and not necessary to the main purpose. In this way, enough was taken out to fill a volume of respectable dimensions. In doing all this, I consulted only what I supposed to be Mr. Bouton’s advantage, and believed that he so regarded it, as I had only his instructions. But it proved to be only a “labor of love.”
Colonel Olcott was very desirous that I should become acquainted with Madam Blavatsky. He appeared to hold her in high regard closely approaching to veneration, and to consider the opportunity to know her a rare favor for any one. I was hardly able to share his enthusiasm. Having a natural diffidence about making new acquaintances, and acting as a critic upon her manuscript, I hesitated for a long time. Finally, however, these considerations were passed over and I accompanied him to their establishment in Forty-seventh Street.
It was a “flat,” that unhomelike fashion of abode that now extends over populous cities, superseding the household and family relationship wherever it prevails. The building where they lived had been “transmogrified” for such purposes, and they occupied a suite of apartments on an upper floor. The household in this case comprised several individuals, with separate employments. They generally met at meal-time, together with such guests from elsewhere as might happen to be making a visit.
The dining room was furnished in simple style with no affectation of anything unusual or extraordinary. Perhaps, I ought to add that later in the year following, this condition was quite considerably modified. The autumn of 1879 was characterized, as I have never since observed it, by the richness of color in the foliage. Numerous parties visited the woods around to gather the tinted leaves for ornamental purposes. One of the inmates of the flat, a foreigner who was in rapport with the Theosophical fraternity, had in this way, procured a large quantity and set herself to use them to decorate the dining room. She made several emblematic figures, the double triangle being the principal one of these. Then she followed with an Oriental landscape extending the length of the apartment. There were to be seen the figures of an elephant, a monkey, and other creatures, and a man standing as if contemplating the scene. This decoration remained through the winter till the household had broken up. I then brought it away to Newark and set it up in a hall. Here it remained several years. It was there when Mr. G. R. S. Mead visited me. I sent it afterward to Miss Caroline Hancock at Sacramento, and she in turn presented it to the Theosophical Society at San Francisco. Doubtless it has long since met the fate of wornout furniture. But it had notoriety in its earlier days, from the admiration of visitors for its ingenuity and oddness of conception, and descriptions of it were published in several newspapers.
The study in which Madam Blavatsky lived and worked was arranged after a quaint and very primitive manner. It was a large front room, and being on the side next the street, was well lighted. In the midst of this was her “den,” a spot fenced off on three sides by temporary partitions, writing desk and shelves for books. She had it as convenient as it was unique. She had but to reach out an arm to get a book, paper or other article that she might desire, that was within the enclosure. The place could not accord with a vivid sense of beauty, except after the ancient Greek conception that beauty is fitness for its purpose, everything certainly being convenient and handy. In this place Madam Blavatsky reigned supreme, gave her orders, issued her judgments, conducted her correspondence, received her visitors and produced the manuscript of her book.
She did not resemble in manner or figure what I had been led to expect. She was tall, but not strapping; her countenance bore the marks and exhibited the characteristics of one who had seen much, thought much, traveled much, and experienced much. Her figure reminded me of the description which Hippokrates has given to the Scyths, the race from which she probably descended. Her dress I do not feel competent to describe, and in fact never noticed so as to be able to remember. I am a man and seldom observant of a woman’s attire. My attention is given to the individual, and unless the clothing should be strikingly different from the current style,I would be unable to speak of it intelligently or intelligibly. All that I have to say is that she was completely dressed. Her appearance was certainly impressive, but in no respect was she coarse, awkward, or ill-bred. On the other hand she exhibited culture, familiarity with the manners of the most courtly society and genuine courtesy itself. She expressed her opinions with boldness and decision, but not obtrusively. It was easy to perceive that she had not been kept within the circumscribed limitations of a common female education; she knew a vast variety of topics and could discourse freely upon them.
In several particulars, I presume that I never fairly or fully understood her. Perhaps this may have extended further than I am willing to admit. I have heard tell of her profession of superhuman powers and of extraordinary occurrences that would be termed miraculous. I, too, believe, like Hamlet, that there are more things in heaven and earth than our wise men of this age are willing to believe. But Madam Blavatsky never made any such claim to me. We always discoursed of topics which were familiar to both, as individuals on a common plane. Colonel Olcott often spoke to me as one who enjoyed a grand opportunity, but she herself made no affectation of superiority. Nor did I ever see or know of any such thing occurring with anyone else.
She professed, however, to have communicated with personages whom she called “the Brothers,” and intimated that this, at times, was by the agency, or some means analogous to what is termed “telepathy.” It is not necessary to show or insist that this mode of communication has been known and even carried on from antiquity. The Khabar is well known in the Orient. I have supposed that an important condition for ability to hold such intercourse was abstinence from artificial stimulation such as comes from the use of flesh as food, alcoholic drink and other narcotic substances. I do not attach any specific immorality to these things, but I have conjectured that such abstemiousness was essential in order to give the mental powers full play, and to the noetic faculty free course without impediment or contamination from lower influence. But Madam Blavatsky displayed no such asceticism. Her table was well furnished, but without profusion, and after a manner not differing from that of other housekeepers. Besides, she indulged freely in the smoking of cigarettes, which she made as she had occasion. I never saw any evidence that these things disturbed, or in any way interfered with her mental acuteness or activity.
At my first visit, her reception was courteous and even friendly. She seemed to become acquainted at once. She spoke of the abridgements which I had made of her manuscript, extolling what I had done far beyond what it deserved. “What had been taken out was ‘flapdoodle,’ ” she declared. My judgment, certainly, had not been so severe as that. I had not looked for defects, or found them, but only to ascertain how the manuscript might be “boiled down,” without affecting the general purpose. In other cases, it has been my rule to scrutinize unprinted manuscript in quest of faults, but to look when it has been printed, to find out its meaning and merits. In this instance, however, I had aimed only to shorten without marring the work. It should be stated, however, as a fact in the publication of this work, that Madam Blavatsky continued to add matter, after Mr. Bouton began the undertaking, and I think that much of the second volume was then written. I have no recollection of much of it except in proof sheets at a later period.
It was no easy matter to give the publication a fitting title. I do not remember that my services were asked in this matter, and certainly they would not have been worth the asking. It is a department in which I am particularly weak. Nor do I think the name unexceptionable which was adopted.
Mr. Bouton is entitled to that distinction. He was a skilful caterer in the bookselling world to which he belonged, but he had business ability rather than a sense of fitness. He once published the treatise of R. Payne Knight on Ancient Art and added pictures relating solely to Hindu mythology, entirely foreign to the subject. This work of Madam Blavatsky is largely based upon the hypothesis of a prehistoric period of the Aryan people in India, and in such a period the veil or the unveiling of Isis can hardly be said to constitute any part. On the contrary, it is a dramatic representation peculiar to the religion and wisdom of Egypt and perhaps is allied to the Syrian Hyksos enormities. Certainly the problems of Egyptian lore are to be considered with other pens than those with which ” Isis Unveiled ” was written.
After the work had been printed and placed on sale, there was discussion in regard to the actual authorship. Many were unwilling to acknowledge that Madam Blavatsky could be sufficiently well informed or intellectually capable of such a production. True that women like Frances Burney had composed romances of high merit. Miss Farley had conducted successfully the ” Lowell Offering.” Mary Somerville had written on Physical Science, and Harriet Martineau on Political Economy.
A clergyman in New York, a member of the Russian Greek Church, I have been told, affirmed that I was the actual author. That report, however, can hardly have gone far. It would be refuted after the manner that the late Henry Ward Beecher put a stop to a similar one. He tells us that when Uncle Tom’s Cabin was published there were many who insisted that he, and not Mrs. Stowe was the author. “Then,” says Mr. Beecher, “I wrote Norwood,“which entirely disposed of the matter. So, too, nobody familiar with my style of writing would ever impute to me the authorship of Isis Unveiled.
I would hesitate, likewise, to be considered in any noteworthy sense as an editor of the work. It is true that after Mr. Bouton had agreed to become the publisher, I was asked to read the proof sheets and make sure that the Hebrew words and terms belonging to other languages were correctly given by the printer, but I added nothing, and do not remember that I ventured to control anything that was contributed to the work. Without her knowledge and approval, such action would have been reprehensible.
While she was engaged in the work, she had many books relating to the various topics, evidently for consultation. There were Jacolliot’s work on India, Bunsen’s Egypt, Ennemoser’s History of Magic and others. I had myself written papers upon a variety of subjects for the Phrenological Journal and other periodicals, and she had procured many of them. We often discussed the topics, and their various characteristics, for she was a superior conversationalist and at home on every matter about which we discoursed. She spoke the English language with the fluency of one perfectly familiar with it, and who thought in it. It was the same to me as though talking with any man of my acquaintance. She was ready to take the idea as it was expressed, and uttered her own thoughts clearly, concisely and often forcibly. Some of the words which she employed had characteristics which indicated their source. Any thing which she did not approve or hold in respect she promptly disposed of as “flapdoodle.” I have never heard or encountered the term elsewhere. Not even the acts or projects of Colonel Olcott escaped such scathing, and in fact he not unfrequently came under her scorching criticism. He writhed under it, but, except for making some brief expression at the time, he did not appear to cherish resentment.
In regard to the genuineness of her authorship, a story was once told me, which has been imagined by some to have a direct relation to the matter. I suppose this to be the occasion of several letters addressed to me upon the subject. My informant was the late Mrs. Elizabeth Thompson of Boston. Mrs. Thompson was a woman of wealth, abounding with benevolent purposes, but eager for novelties that were more or less visionary, shifting from one pursuit to another, and accessible to flattery. For example, she gave the money which enabled a medical college to hold several lecture terms, and then let the enterprise die out; she paid for building a chapel for the sessions of the Summer School of Philosophy at Concord, and then tired of the enterprise; she aided Dr. Newbrough with money to print his new bible Oahspe, and employed the artist, Mr. Frank Carpenter, to paint the picture of President Lincoln and his cabinet, which she presented to Congress. The wealth which her husband had bequeathed to her became a bait for all manner of parasites to seek her, and flattery artfully bestowed was often like the magical words: “Open, sesame,” sure to find the way to her purse. But she quickly dropped one for another.
For a little time she was attracted to Madam Blavatsky. This was somewhat to be wondered at, for it is hard to conceive that Madam Blavatsky flattered anybody. She did not hesitate to tell Henry Ward Beecher when he was at the height of his popularity, that he was not an honest public teacher.
It might be questioned whether Mrs. Thompson herself was quite sincere. I remember meeting her one day at dinner at the flat. A statement which I made was imputed by Colonel Olcott to the “Astral light.”
Some days later, I saw Mrs. Thompson at her own premises, and she asked me my opinion in a manner that impressed me that she was hardly straightforward in her relations with the Theosophical household.
A year or so afterward, they had left New York for India. Mrs. Thompson had become an inmate of the family of Dr. Newbrough on West 34th Street. He was endeavoring to push the “new Bible” into circulation. I called there one day by invitation, and learning that she had rooms in the house, paid her my respects. In our conversation, Madam Blavatsky was mentioned, and Mrs. Thompson spoke of her in these terms:
“If Madam Blavatsky should come in at that door I should kiss her affectionately. At the same time I believe her to be a perfect humbug.”‘
She then related the following story: Baron de Palm, a German gentleman, who spent some time in this country, had died in Roosevelt Hospital. He had devoted much attention to arcane subjects, and had written upon them. He was intimate with the party on 47th Street, and made them recipients of his property, but with the assurance that his body should be cremated. There was a woman in the household who seems to have become unfriendly and ready to talk at random. She told Mrs. Thompson that after the death of the Baron she was with Madam Blavatsky while examining the contents of his trunks. One of these, the woman said, was full of manuscripts. Madam Blavatsky looked at a few of the pages, and then hastily closed the trunk, making an effort to divert attention in another direction.
Mrs. Thompson apparently believed that this manuscript was the material of the work Isis Unveiled. Certainly she endeavored to give me that impression. But I am not apt at taking hints, and do not like others to suppose that I imply what I do not explicitly say. The giving of hints is hardly an honorable practice; it is an evasion, and often simply the affectation of knowing something beyond which is directly communicated. I never made use of this story, and repeated it only to Dr. R. B. Westbrook, of Philadelphia, and to Colonel Olcott when I next met him in New York.
Several individuals have written letters, as though I knew something that would discredit the sincerity of Madam Blavatsky and the genuineness of the originality of Isis Unveiled. My reply was that she had always dealt justly with me, and I had no disposition to speak unkindly of her. I mean always to avoid being sycophantic or credulous, but I will not recompense fair treatment by evil or unfriendly speaking.
It will readily be perceived that there was really no evidence sufficient to warrant the imputing of the authorship of Isis Unveiled to Baron de Palm. I do not know whether, being of foreign birth, he could write fluently in the English language. It is not known that the manuscript in the trunk was written for publication, or was in any proper book form. Indeed, I have never been informed whether he contemplated such a work, or even that he had sufficient capacity. All this would require to be taken for granted, before it would be permissible to presume any imposture in the authorship.
The manuscript which I handled I am very sure was in the handwriting of Madam Blavatsky herself. Anybody who was familiar with her, would, upon reading the first volume of IsisUnveiled, not have any difficulty in recognizing her as the author. Nor was the manuscript, voluminous as it was, sufficiently extensive to include a large trunk full of written paper. Besides, a full third, or even more, of what was published, was written by Madam Blavatsky after Mr. Bouton had set about putting the work in type. She was by no means expert in preparing her material. She patched and changed, making a very large bill for “alterations.” Indeed, she never actually finished the work, the publisher declared to me, till he told her that she must stop.
It had been desired of me that I should read the proofsheets. It was not my province to dictate or even suggest what should be included in the work, and I do not remember taking exception but once. She had described certain medical treatment, with apparent approval, in which mercury was a factor. To this drug I entertain a lifelong antipathy. I have seen individuals “railroaded” out of life by its use as medicine, and others crippled hopelessly. My protestations may have induced her to qualify her eulogy.
She always treated me with courtesy. When her work was most urgent, or she had been wearied with visitors, she commanded the woman at the door to turn off all callers. That prohibition was repeatedly spoken to me, but as she heard my voice, she would call out to admit me. This occurred when the call was not a matter of business. She was ready in conversation, and was at home on any topic, however abstruse. Few persons in any walk of life are as well supplied with material for discourse. Even Colonel Olcott, who was by no means inferior or commonplace, was not her equal except in his own profession.
Believing that the main body of the work would not be sufficiently attractive to purchasers, I urged her to include in it accounts of the marvellous things which she had observed in India. But this she invariably declined to do, saying that it was not permitted by “the Brothers.” That was a tribunal that I could not question; my wisdom in the matter was that of the market-place. But she was always ready to hear what I had to say, whether in relation to her work, or to philosophic questions, or to subjects of everyday life. When the printer had placed everything in type, I was employed to prepare the index. Others must judge whether this was done with fidelity. As the author paid for this, and the publisher refrained from advancing a cent for all that I had done in the matter, though careful to make sure of all the proceeds from the sales, it is but just to render the acknowledgement where it is due.
The work was finally completed, and Isis Unveiled was duly issued. The household began at once to make arrangements for leaving New York. Madam Blavatsky visited the Bureau of Naturalization and there became a citizen of the United States. This astonished me, partly because I knew her to be contemplating to leave the country permanently, and partly because she had freely criticized our ways of doing and our politics. She explained that the American nation had the best government. There were probably matters of law involved that I did not know about. Colonel Olcott was a skillful lawyer, and had been employed by the administration at Washington to ferret out alleged violations of law, he knew what would be necessary abroad for a safeguard. As the party after their arrival in India became objects of suspicion as possible spies of the Russian Government, it is not unlikely that the precaution was wise.
Madam Blavatsky wrote to me several times after their arrival at Bombay. She told of many matters of interest to a student in comparative religions, such as I am, and her letters were entertaining as well as instructive. But as time passed, new duties took the place of old recollections. Such events occurred as the break with Dayananda, the leader of the Arya Samaj, an alliance unnatural for Americans of Protestant antecedents, who do not like any one to exercise dominion over their religious beliefs. The Theosophist, however, came regularly to me and was preserved from its first number. This enabled me to keep track of the party, and their doings — till the closing of their present earthly career.
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**MORIANITY PART FIVE**
THIS IS MORIANITY, PART FIVE. PLEASE HAVE AVERYNICE DAY.
CHAPTER 00126, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I know a lot about somnambulism and sleep walkers. I have two beautiful special daughters by one, and my mom was one, for the final 26 months of her pathetic fucked up life; of the PROJECT BLUEBOOKERS CLUB, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!! Give me a dam break, shall I just list off the top of my head, a few tiny things that real fucking MORIANS can dot-connect in seconds, and do BELIEVE? Tom Reale acting like WW-3 had just begun when I got off the jitney bus in Ventnor on 5 July of 1970, after returning from the Atlantic City fireworks show. Misses Marola forcing me to do that school play, a year and a month earlier, on Memorial Day; back then it always fell on 31 May, and that was in ‘Friendly-Shops’ not ice cream ‘meanings of life tapes’ in 1969; oh great wise chip swami of the cosmic ages, WEEEEEEEEEE, Chester. Yeah, we both know who you are, but do you know who TAWF is? Ask PP; he has seen enough to be a believer 99 times over, but insists on remaining a dues paying, card carrying member, of both the Missourians Club, and the GWPOS CLUB, WOW, SSJKK, I BEG THEE!Let us move this right along before lots of great gears all grind up and breakdown, and force me to wash my hands and keep a lot cleaner than the Suffolk County know-it-all, Mister Bacon; who is as I hear tell it, quite dirty again; and has his whittle mommy pwetty upset, wabbit; Whaaaaaaaa. Dope is for dopes, and texting and driving is the dumber part here, of ‘dumb and dumber’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mike, it’s time, YO. Folks, Linda-Lee Norman Horn and David Bacon, along with the great Darius Evans, and a lot more, are all part of the same type of Astral-Plane situation, that the human club called the Illuminati, mirror images the great and powerful non-oz condition-interaction, known as the LAMBRIGG CULT OF THE TECK BAY, IN THE PROVINCE OF OLYMPIA, ON THE ASTRAL-PLANE. Linda-Lee told me, at the great Fort Pierce Harvest, at the Happy & Healthy intersection, of Walgreen 25th and Orange, in northwest Fort Pierce, Florida; back in early twenty-eleven somewhere, to go to the ‘parent-child connection meetings’, held there at quitting time, as back then, this was at one in the afternoon, and I was walking out the door to go a few blocks to the north, over into the hood at Twenty-Sixth Street and Avenue E; where I shared a walled sectioned off duplex home, managed by two of the fucking cunt lapping weirdest and strangest peeps, that I ever came to know, since 1969, and my encounter under the Central Pier; that gave true meaning to the famous song “Under The Boardwalk”, and the powerful later to be known in future times, “Summer Of Love”, not the song that PP wrote, and yes, he told me to share half of the song legally, in exchange for all the money that I lost in that crumby ass fucking music venture that started out as the 1998 Songshop, and ended up shortly thereafter as the great Permission Barrierbook predicted, Studio Park Records. Yes, but returning again to the mysterious Misses Linda-Lee Norman Horn, and not Lena Horn, but then Lenny Briscoe, oh Jesus; you have to see why this cannot ever work the way that you would like it to, Mizz Terry Egg Harbor, so Dawn-Marie, and Ann King; can smirk all day and night long for fucking eternity, for all I give a rats ass prick; every time we got neat the city detention center, thinking, “We know something you don’t know”, and then why not drive on to the nearest sand box or maybe a big ass play pen, crissake, YO? Oh yes, Dave Bacon, she insisted I go to these meetings and tell the big secret of ‘not the hammer’ and she was more persistent every week that Eric was due to come in to conduct the class, until I finally went, and even told him privately, what had happened to me back in both 1969, and in 2008. Talk about demonic possession, or other old world terms and expressions. She would not quit until I did this. Then when it all went totally fucking south of all borders, I asked her why she did this and she insisted GOD told her to, and I wanted to hear a little more, and she had no more to tell; and gave me the very same long stare empty face look, that my mom would get, when she was sleep walking after that horrible attack on the day after 1997 Christmas fucking day. The same thing that was inside of David, Darius’ pal back in 2011; telling me to wash my hands for no reason whatsoever, and causing me to not be able to miss hearing while we all were outside on a break, and he was talking to the lovely teen cashier, that was working there back then; and I’ll quote, “I know everyone in Suffolk County”. We are talking about Long Island, New York, folks, and right there where I was forced to suffer through lots of misery, huh Aunt Ruth Huntington, and ‘Uncle Nebyachts’, Heinz Gottwald Hilehitler. This is just a surface scratch. Taking this and multiplying it all, about 50 fucking ass times; and the entire story comes out clear and true, Copyright Office; so be advised, please; 29 years or so ago, and yes; it is time, MMCN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don’t even try and tell me this entire thing for 13,000 years is all up in my head, don’t EVEN FUCKING T—R—Y it folks, please, please; and fucking pretty ass PLEASE, with all the sugar and cupcakes and ice cream in the state of fucking Missouri! TANKS, & W—O—W! SHEEEEEEIT, cut me a break there for old times sake, in 1985; OK MARGIE LEO, YO????????????????????????????
My father and I both were involved with the Callio clan all right, JUST AS ALL THE FUCKING FAKE PATTY JANE PSYCHICS SAID, and if they all are fake, there is a network with many of them, that helps them share shit; and they know a ton of mother fucking secrets. There is a way I can prove that Dirtbag Trump Network, and his pals, know of this, use this; and helped to feed those same dirt bags over in England, that made the news a while back. I am just the main one on the list that was listened to, and then messed with, but in my case; they all knew better than to ever tell the story, as Goddess Almighty would tear the entire world to shreds, if this ever came out, in a way that is believable; and not on the blog of a maniac nutcase, who escaped the Dave & Darius Ripoff Sikeward of Harvested Musicians of the Washed Up Society!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where are you when I need you, Howard Solomon, and Doogie Howser????????? Then she tells me the other day, that she is going to stay a lot more in her great city. Well, you got me stuck here girl, so if you do not stay here, then you better take me with you. I think playing your games now for 13,000 years, is long enough, lovely BROWN-EYED-GIRL; with or without the bite bushes. Gee, can it all be so dam real, and totally connected up? Jeese Louise, Comcast Hangten; like freaking super ass WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes sir, when the mighty MICROSOFT world owners, updated my PC a couple days back, it totally fucked up my internet connection. It took a while to get some programs to finally let me back in. I should not have to go through this persecution, but then, what part of this 60 year current-ME nightmare, SHOULD I BE GOING THROUGH; if you wish to be technical about this mother fucking horse shit, YO?????
Blogging onto the interconnected networking computer system, is just the tail end of my MORIANITY MOTHER FUCKING TALE OF WOE AND MISERY, GOOD FOLKS. This shit all began on a precise fucking cunt eating date, and that fucking date is, no matter how cock licking tired you all must be now of seeing it in print on these blogs so often, truth is truth; and that DATE IS, 15 AUGUST, IN 1986, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHY IS MY ‘YBCO’ SONG SUCH A MONUMENTAL PROBLEM, NOT BEING ABLE TO MAKE THE VIDEO, OR POST IT, AND ALL OF THE TROUBLE IT HAS CAUSED, IN MY FUCKING LIFE FOR 14 MONTHS OR SO NOW, YYYYYYYYY, JIMMY YYYYY, OH I MEAN KITTY, THIS IS 30 YEARS UP IN THE FUTURE, GAGA??????????????????????
MEOW-MEOW, WHAAAAAA, PCN-927. NEED I REALLY GIVE SOME OF THE POWERFUL FUCKING MATCH LIST ITEMS?
HERE IS MY PROOF TO JUST A FEW TINY MOTHER FUCKING THINGS, AND I HAVE NOT EVEN STARTED TO PASTE IN MY LIFE. IT WOULD TAKE A MUCH GREATER COMPUTER, WITH PETA BYTES OF MEMORY AND PROCESSING SPEED ON PAR WITH THAT OF THOSE IN FORT MEADE, MARYLAND AT THE NATIONAL SECURITY OR ‘NO SUCH’ (AGENCY)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I TOOK ANOTHER HUGE FUCKING ATTACK AND ASSAULT, FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, MIAMI AND JACKSONVILLE FIELD FUCKING OFFICE, AND FLORIDA STATE POLICE, AND LOCAL PEEDEE. IT ALL STARTED AT SHY OF EIGHT THIS MOTHER FUCKING EVENING. HUGE HORRIBLE ILLEGAL MOTHER FUCKING JET CHEMTRAILS ALL OVER THIS AREA POPPED UP OUT OF NOWHERE, THEN A HUGE COMPUTER ATTACK LATTISAW JACK HACK, ALSO STRUCK, WHILE TRYING TO WORK THE MACHINE. MICROSUCKS IN LEAGUE WITH WOMO, MADE THE SYSTEM TURN ON, AT 8 ON THE NOSE, WITH THEIR UPDATES CRAP. THEN I LOOKED OUT OF MY WINDOW, WHILE GETTING UP AND COMING OVER HERE TO THE COMPUTER; AND EVEN THOUGH THE SUN HAD SET, BRIGHT HUGE LIT UP DAYTIME AREAS WERE ALL OVER THE BUILDING ABOVE ME, AS UP THERE, IT IS NOT SUNSET TIME YET. IF I HAD A VIDEO FUCKING SYSTEM AND KNEW HOW TO MOTHER FUCKING OPERATE IT LIKE OTHER FOLKS DO, I WOULD HAVE HAD A VIRAL MOTHER FUCKING VIDEO, OR REALLY, NO I WOULD NOT, AS YOUTUBE, IN LEAGUE WITH GOOGLE-MICROSUCKS, HAS A BLOCKADE ON MY STUFF. ANYONE CAN SEE IT. THERE IS A HUGE QUESTION MARK AFTER THE VIEW COUNT ON MY NIGHTMARE FUCKING SONG? THE ACTUAL COUNT SHOULD READ SEVENTEEN (17) VIEWS, WITH NO QUESTION MARK. ALL OTHER VIEWS ARE ME WATCHING MY OWN STUFF, AND MY TRYING TO LINK UP OR SHARE THE VIDEO WITH BLOG SITES, & THEY SHOULD HAVE A WAY TO FILTER THE MOTHER FUCKING COUNTER WHEN IT IS THE COMPUTER THAT UPLOADED THE VIDEO, THAT HAS CLICKED TO VIEW IT, NOT COUNTING IT. THEN THEY ADD A LOT OF SYMBOLS LIKE PLUSSES AND QUESTION MARKS, & THIS ENTIRE THING IS A VIOLATION OF MY MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING CIVIL RIGHTS, AND IS JUST FOR THE RICH PEOPLE, AS ARE ALL THINGS, FROM FUCKING CHEATED ASS WALL STREET, ALL THE WAY DOWN TO MAIN STREET! I AM SO DISAPPOINTED BY MY PRESDIDENT, FORGETTING WHERE HE STARTED, AND THE EXPERIMENTS, AND THINGS IF I GO ON ABOUT, I WOULD HAVE THE FUCKING SECRET ASS SERVICE AT THE DOOR IN AN HOUR. I AM SO SO HURT, SIR. I EXPECT THIS TYPE OF BEHAVIOR FROM MY ROTTEN DAUGHTER, BUT DID NOT FROM YOU, KIND SIR. BLESS YOU ANYWAY, SIR! BRUCE PENNOCK SAID IT ALL, BACK EARLY IN THE SEVENTIES. NONE OF US ARE PERFECT, MERE MORTALS AND HUMANS.
Then comes the big problem. When I crashed last fucking night, I was with the Almighty in many forms, and at the end, after lots of enjoyable pleasurable interactions, she tells me she is not going to keep leaving her great city, and that she is going to stay there a lot more. Whatever the shit that is supposed to mean, right my believers-Morians. Oh well, ‘ours is not to reason why, Sir Aristede Shadows of 1897, but to do and die’, right, co fellow musician/writer of tunes, and Ode to the lovely Laura Parker, of the non studio Parkers of Pedersenville. You can shove those big stupid ass hats, PP, WHERE THE DAM ASS SUN DON’T SHINE, YO!!
MORIANITY PART FIVE
CONTINUES RIGHT ALONG, KIND LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
Posting, or trying to, at 9:11 PM, on this night of SUPER MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR TIMES THREE, AND SUPER HIGH CALLIOTAMMIC ASSAULT SIEGE; and lots of pussy fucking action, will be coming my way, when I am out on some local cunt chewing errands, the next couple of days, and if I am messed with; I am holding the AG, and the Florida State Police, and CJS responsible; for disbelieving me, andnot caring enough to help look after a person, being cock sucking viciously fucking ass persecuted, for 3 solid cunt eating asshole decades now, or more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY ”MPB” IS NOT ACCEPTABLE, AND ALL OF THOSE RESPONSIBLE, WILL PAY IN THEIR FUCKING BLOOD, I PROMISE YOU TAHREN GANDI, AND OTHER BOXERS, AND REALTORS, AND WELL; WHATEVER, ‘OLD SHIPYARD PAL’ OF FUCKING CUNT EATING 1975, WITH ALL THE DAM ASS RED MOTHER FUCKING LEAVES ON THE FUCKING GROUND.
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G-901 and STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU WILL BE SO FUCKING SORRY, WORDS AIN’T THERE TO FUCKING TELL IT, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK believers, 1,2,3, possibly 4 of you, here is what is going on, and you will definitely get a mind blow after you hear what I now tell you. I swear it is the truth, and I also swear that it is over simplified by a factor of about nine billion or so, otherwise, I would be posting this up around the year of 2177 or so, and would defeat the purpose, as lovely ‘niece’ DMK would say to me constantly, back in 2008 and 2009. By the way, I never started that crap with her, not about the school in Egg Harbor City, or me being her dam uncle. They all knew about me, and all of this. I was the one who knew jack about it all, back when I started to blog in 2006, and 2007. If anyone needs proof; you have a lot of reading material to emmereffing cover.
First off on this day’s blog, for the past month now since the middle of April, my Channel 12 TV News APP is hacked up, and this is where you see the photos on my blogs at the Jupiter Inlet, some miles to my south, unless I pretend it is 1975 again and nobody had a million bugs all over the place. Then I could get there in a few minutes, and not be discovered moving any diner rotisseries or other such things as speaking to birds and animals, and being in a wild eternal relationship with lovely ISIS, and a hell of a lot more.
They totally have hacked into my system, as they all know what computers we use. There is no way I can track the movement of the third part of MIDISISCYLLA. It is all frozen and hacked, and shows lightning positions that are no where even close to where she is in reality and real time. Most of it shows the same old frozen spots. This is a violation of course of my civil rights, but who can stop it, I am being given the privilege of using these APP programs, and if I don’t like it, what am I going to do about it? Also, you want to know why the DOW will be going up one to two hundred points every single week this year, and endlessly from now on, as it really is not complex at all? It is because unlike in times past, every possible person in authority that could potentially help me, is all in the pockets totally and 100% completely, of the powerful city of Washington, DOC-13. Now why did New York City, and Washington, become the two targets of 911? You may think this is so easy, without knowing a tenth of the basic truth behind what all of this terrorism is really all about, and how it all connects two times, once in 1967 AD, and the other time around 3000 years before that one. Don’t expect me to start even going here on this blog, as I am not in any mother trucking, hunt trapping, bunt tapping, rock chucking mood; folks, sorry! Every single person on this planet is being stopped from helping me in my fight against Apollo-Lucifer, even the church themselves. The reasons cannot be explained. They go beyond 1000 times wilder than all the stuff you ever saw on any of the most far out television shows and movies and documentaries, any and all of it; and that’s a dam promise, believers. Dan Brown knew a little bit about this, and was able to tell a little as well, but if he had ever tried to tell the real stuff, people would be saying to me after I mention his name, Dan Who? None of you have the smallest dam clue about anything, and it makes me want to cry like a dam ass baby for hours. I told you my rotten kid would beat me up when I fell asleep, and she outdid my wildest worries and nightmare fantasies, folks. She along with close cuzz Leticia T. and distant cuzz Dawn-Marie K. all three let me have the most brutal attack I ever experienced, right near the Walter Bar across from the Bellevue Avenue Hammonton, New Jersey WAWA Convenience Store. I found myself asleep and instantly awake in bright daylight, on the street right near the bar there. I began to walk towards where they used to have me kidnapped at Caruso’s home at 831 13th Street, and before I got thirty yards, Dawn grabbed my left shoulder very hard, swung me around, and kicked me in the stomach so hard the wind went out of me and I dropped to my knees. Instantly, Leticia clocked me with one of her locally famous left hooks, in that part of Jersey; she is as strong as my kid, and all of my front teeth were gone, boom, over. Blood was pouring out of my mouth and I still was not able to breathe. Then while this was fresh and up to the minute, my wonderful Doogie Howser Lab-Technician daughter of 1984, grabbed me, picked me up, and threw me over her head and out into the street and right in front of a fairly fast moving sports car that was not yet slowing down for the Route 54 stop sign ahead, and I plowed right inside through this driver’s windshield. He then stopped and took me and threw me back onto the street and started kicking my ribs apart as I dropped down, and cursed at me with language way beyond what I ever heard in my entire life. Then my daughter threw a bucket of liquid light all over me, and it blinded me, and began swirling into hundreds of different shades of brilliant colors, and suddenly; I was wet and then totally dry, and totally healed up. I jumped up and thanked her, and she said to me, “The fun is only starting, real bad boy”, and then she pushed me so hard I fell down backwards and again, the three of them began pounding and pounding me. This went on for what seemed like an hour, getting totally destroyed and then rejuvenated with this magic light-liquid stuff, and then beat up to hell all over again. Finally, they all laughed and walked away from me as if nothing had happened. All three of them were wearing wild logos on their dresses as well, you could not miss them, and in this wild interaction, I could see real great without the aid or need of any eyeglasses. The color was bright orange, and dead center in the middle was an oval shape in jet black about an inch thick around, with a diameter in the oval large part being about eight to ten inches, stretching across and not going head to toe. Inside this oval, in bright green bold lettering, it said, YBCO SONG 301+. I have no idea what this is all about, and have been scared to make a move all day until recently when I decided to tell this on this blog. I woke up from this incredible experience around half past eleven, in fact on the nose I believe. The really strange part was that when I awoke, my vision was perfect for about one or two minutes, and then it suddenly was back to the normal piss poor vision that I actually have, but the clock to my right when I awoke, was bright and clear; an analogue face displaying the large hand at the 6, and the small hour hand dead in-between the eleven and the twelve. It was 11:30 AM. Some force, on top of this, will not allow me to monitor weather or other activities around the world with the normal computer tools that I should have available with this machine. Some powerful world owner and power, will not allow me to try and end this world, the way I need to, to stop this eternal hell for me in the only way I know how to. So Ron Wirtz Senior, if you’re still alive, Camden County New Jersey EX Prosecutor, kind-sir, I will be taking my “AEB” very soon, to a deserted area spot placing it on a rock surface, and slamming it as hard as I can with a Walmart hammer. If I am lucky, this will all be over for ever and ever, as it should have been that day at the Eden fence, when I interfered, and begged ISIS not to end everything right then and there; and she told me, and I quote, “Because you loved Diana, I will spare the world for a while”. Well, you are Diana, and there is no such thing as time or tents, so my error caused all this, and I will fix it in the only way that I know how. None of you will even feel a thing once this is done, boom, over forever, and done! I HAVE HAD ALL I CAN STAND, POPE-YES, ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh, and Keisha Crunch-99! This is where it is going to stop, my BROTHER!
Do you want to know, my believers, why no one ever wants to, or for that matter is willing to, ever come forward, to help substantiate, and verify, all of my totally wild and unbelievable claims? It is not complicated you know. I mean really, take Sam the Highview Cheers Apartments Maintenance man, as just one quick and isolated example here, my friends. He would lose his dam job, Ed Green, that’s why. He doesn’t want to lose his dam job, right Detective Ed green? Who wants to lose their dam job? I went through a lot of hell after I just lost mine last March, 13 months ago, when Big Red Jessica, canned me up at the Orange Avenue & 25th Street Harvest; and have been somewhat unhappy and unhealthy, as a result; even more than I was before; oh my pals of the great Wallgreens Pharmaceutical Chain. I know the lady at the Copyright Office did not wish this on herself and her family either back in 2008. Still, it was in her manner, and the way she said things, and just exactly what she said, in-between what I know she wanted to say; looking back on this, from about five years later; that allows me to totally know that the Ed Green L&O syndrome indeed kicks in again, for her, and for me. Not me at the Harvest job, but me back then; not being able to get a jump up on these TAWFERS for once. This is not allowed, because just as I said in my first two years of my blogs, all before my 70-day off-grid time and all of this bullshit that came as a result; the White Slavers of the Gallagher McGuire Club, who take care of the family, and hate certain of us who have wrong mix breeds inside of us; and just how McGuire knew all this about me in 1997, is totally unfathomable; but then so is the visitation of my ”goddess giant girlfriend”, at Highview; to quote the great Sam, and not his son, the Williamstown cop. Here is a case where the son of Sam is not the bad guy, but then bad is a harsh word here, as he just needed to “KEEP HIS DAM JOB”, Detective Green, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then switching up here from both 1997 and 2008, here we are in middle freaking 2013, and yes, I said it first, and they knew it all along. When you sacrifice the life of the innocent in demonic ritual, the game of the gods called, “Lets play a different guessing guest name”, allows them to negotiate with a powerful Astral-Plane god named Apollo-Lucifer, for great Astral-Plane power. I don’t mean he gives away the ‘shop’, but he lets the babies in the sand box who cooperate a little more with him, than most are willing to do; you know, torturing and sacrificing babies and young kids to a horrible ritualistic death, in the name and honor of Beelzebub Diabolis, AKA Apollo-Lucifer, the Astral-Plane words are precise English waking world translations, Apollo and Beelzebub are like saying Tick-Tack-Toe, only maybe with a slight change such as accenting the TOE and not the TICK. There is a technology behind all this so called mystical power, just as there are parlor tricks behind all of the magicians little cute stunts and phony psychics who practice deception for money. Still, unlike what Patty-001/2 believes on his persona in his great show; there are indeed some real McCoy folks who have practiced this game of sacrifice to AL, yes AL, a nice shortened name for Apollo-Lucy, whether he likes it or not; and even though he indeed is Diana’s twin sister, I will always love my beautiful Diana, the great Goddess of the Moon and Lightning, and in honesty, Mister Joel sir, a lot more than that; and the few who know, not only do know, but have known all along; county jail pleas and all. Yes, it was all a test, to see if I really had the 10 grand buried, as was talked about with the winning bet back in twenty-ten. You see, believers, to add on here to how slow I catch on, despite things never getting past me eventually; I was being tested to see if this was true, or so I have been told, last night by the All Mighty Goddess Herself, who untied me; and blew all the ants away and out of the great Lakehouse Porch, and then put a magic lotion on me that smelled better than her two old time faves from biblical days; and worked better as well, as all my many open sores were healed instantly, and on top of that, after I was nearly healed, and BOO was untying me; she began to give me that smirky adorable smile, that if you do not know MC, you will never see it; and then she sang the appropriate song regarding this. I never said after what you went through with McGuire and all the clan that cousins out to your wonderful somnambulist mom, that you do not deserve all the smiles and happiness in the world, and it is my sincere wish that you have only this, and as long as you wish. I am not against you, just sad that you want to play this very unpleasant game here with me; when out there in eternity, we have so much more fun with other games, like Tag, Guess the Name of the Guests, and your kite flying, and so much more, right down to what would get me stoned to death even in 2013, if I blogged on. Mortals live in the caves, and then they pot and kettle me, for not liking computers, cell phones, and all this demonic crap, that is totally destroying the very fabric of our society. My point here is proven by them, not me. I mean really, we will all be in our own worlds, while huddled together in cities and towns, all separate and estranged from normal reality. It is not coming people, it is here now; ever here of the newest visor crap that Google is advertising and selling. It, as all things, is expensive at first; but as consumers purchase this crap, the prices will drop, and soon, all of us can be all alone in our own worlds. Come on governor Scott, do you really think this texting on the road is safe? Why should my life and limb have to be in danger because I am smart and know better than to do this nonsense, at the hands of dumb young full of cum geeks and techies who do not care if they plow into me, and wreck my day and year? In Jersey, if you are caught using anything while driving, and not as an after offense once caught doing something else, but like safety belt non-compliers, once it is seen, boom, big time tickets and loss of driving privileges for repeating offenders. Why should the smart people that know better, be at risk of injury and death by dummies? That is why we vote for SMART law passing legislators, like you, governor Scott, and I really hope in time it becomes the same law as Jersey has. Take your eyes off the road at any speed at all, and anything can happen. People live on lots of good old IRISH LUCK, and guess what, and this is for you too Mister hot shot hater McGuire, IT EVENTUALLY RUNS OUT DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No, there is REAL POWER all right, and my blogs told all about this shit, long before the great 001-2 ever was on the air. Now comes the fun part of the TV show. I am sitting here wondering with intense passion, will this show suddenly go the way of DARK SHADOWS, or manage to finish out by telling the real DAM TRUTH OF SATAN, and just how ‘REALE‘ this rotten prick is and always was and will be? YOU GO, ‘TM’ SHOW, and be careful, yes; of the great ROOF-DOG peeps, and their ability to not only always be ahead of the drumbeats, as my kid’s bio gives away another agreement to my blogs, but also; be careful of the innocent looking things, that get shows canceled; as this is the story of my entire life. It is always the one thing you will never allow yourself to see or believe, that blind sides you, and ends up destroying each and every thing that you ever try and do, to FIGHT THIS ENEMY, call it by an old fashioned church name, a sci-fy name, or anything in-between; as anyone who’s ever been its fucking victim knows that names do not mean a dam ass thing, only that this thing, the great rotten Millionth-Council of Teck Bay, or
‘WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE’, the LAMBRIGG CULT, IS TOTALLY REAL, 100%!!! W—O—W!!!!!!!!
THE MAGICAL MOVE IN HYPERSPACE IN 2008, ON MY BLOGS
The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version
The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version
Saturday, May 31, 2008
short blog number 4
I am under fucking death siege. I came home and a giant fucking chemical trail was above me over my residence courtesy of the evil Briggbase/World Air Force System. All night starting last night, major shit attack; my evil diseased MO-Mc-MO, is not gonna’ fucking stop until I am dead, and I will destroy everyone of these demonic wicked fucking bastards. They started a huge fire right after I left 4 work right down the road from my residence, and it is till being watered down now. The entire Atlantic County responded to it, I smelled it from my job all night, and just had a psychic feeling it was at or nearby my trailer park. These fucking jerk offs are not gonna’ stop this until my fucking pathetic whittle blood is spilled. Melanie said it best, cock suckers, “Stacey Krassle Will get U4 this”.
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 4:56 AM No comments: Labels: ALIENS AND UFO SUPERNATURAL DREAMS MILLIONTH COUNCIL BERMUDA TRIANGLE, government persecution and cover ups
Friday, May 30, 2008
just joined ACLU over internet
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Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 5:57 PM No comments: Labels: ALIENS AND UFO SUPERNATURAL DREAMS MILLIONTH COUNCIL BERMUDA TRIANGLE
continued from hack out prior blog
CONTINUING FROM THE SUPER HACK VIOLATING MY CIVIL FUCKING RIGHTS
As I was saying in my last blog, Donna Hair Gaines Satano , and thereby permits me instant mobility throughout the MIZZ-MICK-COO OR [5TH DIMENSION]. What is cannot do is allow a less powerful card in the WARDECK to suddenly become a greater larger number and thus B able 2 defeat the enemy-card. I am going to the fucking FBI Monday and if they will not help protect my civil rights and freedoms of speech, then http://www.aclu.com or whatever their site is, I have no time 2-night 2 check it out, but Monday, U can bet your fucking pricking assholes, my letter will B sent off or package, containing my letter, along with much other paraphernalia pertaining to constant and continual civil rights violations. ACLU, of New Jersey, Post Office Box #32159, Newark, New Jersey, USAESMWG, U bet your fucking diseased twisted balls I’ve got their damn address, this is far as this is gonna go un-fucking checked and un-sucking challenged.
END TRANSMISSION, THIS MIS ALL A PART OF THE PRIOR TOTALLY HACKED OUT AND STOPPED BLOGGING.
When Cali sinks into the sea later this year, U will remember tonight and B real fucking sahwee!!!!!!!!! How can U sit idly by teen queen and watch your {THAT-BOY} get tortured and tormented and pummeled 2 his fucking death. Don’t U have any feelings 4 me anymore oh great QUEEN??????
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 5:34 PM No comments: As I was saying in my last blog, Donna Hair Gaines Satano , and thereby permits me instant mobility throughout the MIZZ-MICK-COO OR [5TH DIMENSION]. What is cannot do is allow a less powerful card in the WARDECK to suddenly become a greater larger number and thus B able 2 defeat the enemy-card. I am going to the fucking FBI Monday and if they will not help protect my civil rights and freedoms of speech, then http://www.aclu.com or whatever their site is, I have no time 2-night 2 check it out, but Monday, U can bet your fucking pricking assholes, my letter will B sent off or package, containing my letter, along with much other paraphernalia pertaining to constant and continual civil rights violations. ACLU, of New Jersey, Post Office Box #32159, Newark, New Jersey, USAESMWG, U bet your fucking diseased twisted balls I’ve got their damn address, this is far as this is gonna go un-fucking checked and un-sucking challenged.
END TRANSMISSION, THIS MIS ALL A PART OF THE PRIOR TOTALLY HACKED OUT AND STOPPED BLOGGING.
When Cali sinks into the sea later this year, U will remember tonight and B real fucking sahwee!!!!!!!!! How can U sit idly by teen queen and watch your {THAT-BOY} get tortured and tormented and pummeled 2 his fucking death. Don’t U have any feelings 4 me anymore oh great QUEEN??????
Labels: ALIENS AND UFO SUPERNATURAL DREAMS MILLIONTH COUNCIL BERMUDA TRIANGLE, government persecution in league with the millionth council
MORIANITY’S BEGINNING IN 95 7/12-NOT 12/7, ON THE 30TH EVIL SATANIC MAY-DAY 2008 COPYRIGHT MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN OF CRANBERRYVILLE-HAMMONTON, NJUSAESMWG FRIDAY EVENING, BLOG/BOOK—”TEOHIV-TIMCAM”
Well 2 start us off tonight, lads and lassies, Bill Gates men R at it again, not permitting me 2 title my own document on my own computer the way I wish to title it, as it is shown above, at the very top line. They simply would not permit me to what is perfectly legal, because to them this is all part of a very deadly dangerous sick twisted demented and satanic evil wicked game. They R giving me a shit-attack as I pen this, so let me break for quality-toilet time and look at the photo album in the mirror while I use the stink box, displaying quality photos of all of my KNOWN enemies, all inside a huge pile of excrement, as this is of course their natural freaking habitat. In order 2 properly visualize the great truths that I teach, if U have any kind of close minded personality and attitudes, which is entirely your buzz, but should Y, UR totally wasting your time reading my blog, go visit great uncle Many’s mechanic shop, or the life and times of Willy Newsy the Archway Avenue newsstand-man or any blog out there, there R millions, bloggers R like politicians in that most R a waste and a handful R honest. sahwee but I call them as IC them coach!!!!! First, all of our machine minds in the current society, [computers] R all run by programs that interact with programs, just as the larger system works precisely that put all of this here. A Mentally Challenged person, as I must use this word as the R word now is not acceptable as it was in my day of the great 1960’s, can C clearer than Johnny Nash that the obvious down lining is a SYSTEM, not only done BIOLOGICALLY, but also mechanically/electronically and if it thinks in any way at all, is part of the great thought dimension, the ECKISTS have their name for this realm, and it in truth beyond truths now known by anyone, can B considered the SIXTH DIMENSION. This is my argument with my teen-queen Sarah-Stacey. How she expects me 2 use a tool that is part of {the tool} that is destroying my existence, goes far beyond my mortal mind’s comprehension. I have put things together in the past 30 days that would destroy Bill Gates’ sanity unless he is what many think is the truth, an alien from “out there”, and he is not, he is as human as U and me. I just took a super hack, words and phrases and lines vanishing off the page, these fucking scum bags will never stop impeding me from writing my blogs. All they know is that this is a FUN GAME, let’s mess with the helpless little fuckin’ jerk off, ha-ha-ha!!!! “TIME TRAVELERS FROM OUR FUTURE” by Doctor Bruce Goldberg is a fantastic MUST-READ book for any serious minded blogging audience of blogs in the categories of SUPERNATURAL, UFOLOGY, NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE, and basically any esoteric and paranormal type of blog, as it will show powerful truths all though not all R 100% perfectly and totally correct. But then what is, and as my mom used 2 say, “This is Earth, not heaven”. These field traveling scum-pricks R not smart, they R impish and scummy, they R young and wild and have gotten a hold of some very powerful and dangerous technology. They can rubbamold as it will come 2B known into numerous face features as well as body types, such as giant girls for one example, many of them R part of a very secret hidden sect/cult/society, U choose the terms that U feel best and cozy with, that R part of the Bally’s Casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey, United States of America, planet Earth, star system Sol, in the Milky Way Galaxy, in a high percentage of interdimensionalized hyperspace.
They made this entire week, and the entire fucking jerk off month of MAY total fucking HELL 4e me and Ann Silva, who is at home now and sick as a dog. If she gets no better by Monday, her doctor will B admitting her into the hospital. If anything happens to her, I will personally sick the Wheels of Soul, and her very best friends, on all my KNOWN enemies, and then they can fucking take it from there, take this any way U wish 2 and if U flag my free speech, I will c all of U at the World Court Tribunal at the Hague where I will B personally B filing fucking charges against all of U.
Next week, I will tell huge truths about the hyperspace and my awareness 2 all of it, not in 3 or 4 limited dimensions, BUT ALL TRUCKING 5 OF THEM, bwaby-wuv FUDD!!!!!! I am a fucking marine without being signed up physically in the corps. I will not back down 2U filthy dick licking shits nor show one single solitary bit of fear. Every time I try kindness or cut any of U scuzzy sleaze bags a break, U take my niceness 4 weakness and instantly kick me in the groin and spit in my fucking face. From now on, JUST ENJOY HURRICANE SEASON OF OH-EIGHT, as it will B a wild ride 4U. Enjoy my twisters and all manor of diverse retaliations 4 all that UR doing 2 me. U will all B vely-vely-vely sahwee BRO!!!! I will also talk major huge super time about electronics, the down lining matrix into these current peecee’s and blow and boggle the minds of novices and geniuses alike. I am not limited 2 life at one time, UR not either, but your awareness floats while conscious with the cosmic tide, while mine refuses 2 recognize other times and places, Donna Hair, and thereby permits me instant mobility throughout the Mizz Mick-Coo, the [5tjklllllllgggggjjjjjjjSSSSS HJKKL HHHHHHHHHDFFFDDDSHJLGKTIIKFGJKRTLKJDRT;RTJI;TR;JIRTGRTGRTGPRTGJIOEHJIOPEIPS[WIOJEGWJIWGJI[OGBJIO[BGLW5OJIY4JIO;;OI5Y5S;OJI;OJ8STGEJ;O8GTSJOSGEJ8OHSEGSEGJ;OTGSJ;OSGHJO8SGHO8HJSRJOTG;OSTHRO;SJO;GMINLDIEJITHOJK’’MLDRGIBTSLISDZGJSERIOJGSO[‘EGJNSMNS;OIGNMS;OGIMNSGNEGA[JGG;NSEGJNS[EOGJSEOIGJGENHSG;HNESG;OIJSEGOSIGJHSEGOIJHSEG;ISOJEGSEOGIJSEJSEGOI;JSEGOI;SEGJSE[OGIJSEG[OIJSG[SEOGJSER[OGIIJSG[OIGJWG[ I WILL DESTROY THE WORLD TONMMOROW YOU HAVE FUCKING ASKED 4 IT NOW.,.,.,.,,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,,.,...................,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,000666666666666666888888888888G
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 5:11 PM No comments: Well 2 start us off tonight, lads and lassies, Bill Gates men R at it again, not permitting me 2 title my own document on my own computer the way I wish to title it, as it is shown above, at the very top line. They simply would not permit me to what is perfectly legal, because to them this is all part of a very deadly dangerous sick twisted demented and satanic evil wicked game. They R giving me a shit-attack as I pen this, so let me break for quality-toilet time and look at the photo album in the mirror while I use the stink box, displaying quality photos of all of my KNOWN enemies, all inside a huge pile of excrement, as this is of course their natural freaking habitat. In order 2 properly visualize the great truths that I teach, if U have any kind of close minded personality and attitudes, which is entirely your buzz, but should Y, UR totally wasting your time reading my blog, go visit great uncle Many’s mechanic shop, or the life and times of Willy Newsy the Archway Avenue newsstand-man or any blog out there, there R millions, bloggers R like politicians in that most R a waste and a handful R honest. sahwee but I call them as IC them coach!!!!! First, all of our machine minds in the current society, [computers] R all run by programs that interact with programs, just as the larger system works precisely that put all of this here. A Mentally Challenged person, as I must use this word as the R word now is not acceptable as it was in my day of the great 1960’s, can C clearer than Johnny Nash that the obvious down lining is a SYSTEM, not only done BIOLOGICALLY, but also mechanically/electronically and if it thinks in any way at all, is part of the great thought dimension, the ECKISTS have their name for this realm, and it in truth beyond truths now known by anyone, can B considered the SIXTH DIMENSION. This is my argument with my teen-queen Sarah-Stacey. How she expects me 2 use a tool that is part of {the tool} that is destroying my existence, goes far beyond my mortal mind’s comprehension. I have put things together in the past 30 days that would destroy Bill Gates’ sanity unless he is what many think is the truth, an alien from “out there”, and he is not, he is as human as U and me. I just took a super hack, words and phrases and lines vanishing off the page, these fucking scum bags will never stop impeding me from writing my blogs. All they know is that this is a FUN GAME, let’s mess with the helpless little fuckin’ jerk off, ha-ha-ha!!!! “TIME TRAVELERS FROM OUR FUTURE” by Doctor Bruce Goldberg is a fantastic MUST-READ book for any serious minded blogging audience of blogs in the categories of SUPERNATURAL, UFOLOGY, NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE, and basically any esoteric and paranormal type of blog, as it will show powerful truths all though not all R 100% perfectly and totally correct. But then what is, and as my mom used 2 say, “This is Earth, not heaven”. These field traveling scum-pricks R not smart, they R impish and scummy, they R young and wild and have gotten a hold of some very powerful and dangerous technology. They can rubbamold as it will come 2B known into numerous face features as well as body types, such as giant girls for one example, many of them R part of a very secret hidden sect/cult/society, U choose the terms that U feel best and cozy with, that R part of the Bally’s Casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey, United States of America, planet Earth, star system Sol, in the Milky Way Galaxy, in a high percentage of interdimensionalized hyperspace.
They made this entire week, and the entire fucking jerk off month of MAY total fucking HELL 4e me and Ann Silva, who is at home now and sick as a dog. If she gets no better by Monday, her doctor will B admitting her into the hospital. If anything happens to her, I will personally sick the Wheels of Soul, and her very best friends, on all my KNOWN enemies, and then they can fucking take it from there, take this any way U wish 2 and if U flag my free speech, I will c all of U at the World Court Tribunal at the Hague where I will B personally B filing fucking charges against all of U.
Next week, I will tell huge truths about the hyperspace and my awareness 2 all of it, not in 3 or 4 limited dimensions, BUT ALL TRUCKING 5 OF THEM, bwaby-wuv FUDD!!!!!! I am a fucking marine without being signed up physically in the corps. I will not back down 2U filthy dick licking shits nor show one single solitary bit of fear. Every time I try kindness or cut any of U scuzzy sleaze bags a break, U take my niceness 4 weakness and instantly kick me in the groin and spit in my fucking face. From now on, JUST ENJOY HURRICANE SEASON OF OH-EIGHT, as it will B a wild ride 4U. Enjoy my twisters and all manor of diverse retaliations 4 all that UR doing 2 me. U will all B vely-vely-vely sahwee BRO!!!! I will also talk major huge super time about electronics, the down lining matrix into these current peecee’s and blow and boggle the minds of novices and geniuses alike. I am not limited 2 life at one time, UR not either, but your awareness floats while conscious with the cosmic tide, while mine refuses 2 recognize other times and places, Donna Hair, and thereby permits me instant mobility throughout the Mizz Mick-Coo, the [5tjklllllllgggggjjjjjjjSSSSS HJKKL HHHHHHHHHDFFFDDDSHJLGKTIIKFGJKRTLKJDRT;RTJI;TR;JIRTGRTGRTGPRTGJIOEHJIOPEIPS[WIOJEGWJIWGJI[OGBJIO[BGLW5OJIY4JIO;;OI5Y5S;OJI;OJ8STGEJ;O8GTSJOSGEJ8OHSEGSEGJ;OTGSJ;OSGHJO8SGHO8HJSRJOTG;OSTHRO;SJO;GMINLDIEJITHOJK’’MLDRGIBTSLISDZGJSERIOJGSO[‘EGJNSMNS;OIGNMS;OGIMNSGNEGA[JGG;NSEGJNS[EOGJSEOIGJGENHSG;HNESG;OIJSEGOSIGJHSEGOIJHSEG;ISOJEGSEOGIJSEJSEGOI;JSEGOI;SEGJSE[OGIJSEG[OIJSG[SEOGJSER[OGIIJSG[OIGJWG[ I WILL DESTROY THE WORLD TONMMOROW YOU HAVE FUCKING ASKED 4 IT NOW.,.,.,.,,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,,.,...................,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,000666666666666666888888888888G
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morianity's beginnings in 95
I WAS FORCED TO STOP BLOGGING. THEY HAVE FUCKING WIPED OUT MY SYSTEM. I AM CALLING THE FUCKING FEDS IMMEDIATELY.
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 5:09 PM No comments: FBI AND NEW JERSEY STATE POLICE
I AM BEING VIOLATED. THEY HAVE HACKED INTO MY PROGRAM AND WILL NOT ALLOW ANY TYPING 2 COME OUT ON THE WORD DOCUMENT. IF U DO NOT DO YOUR JOB 2 PROTECT THE FREE SPEACH OF A U.S. CITIZEN, I AM RUNNING TO THE FUCKING PRESS.
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 5:03 PM 1 comment: short blog three
If I am not kicked out from the direct box, let me tell U that the siege all week is against every one of my civil rights and is intolerable. Next week Karen, U must show me how 2 get airplane tickets to Guatemala, cannot take it a day fucking longer, hope U looked up the sites I posted. Cycle sickies are everywhere, the siege is mostly on the ground, and all this is to keep the FIXED DOW JPNES GOING UP AND UP ANF UP FOREVER, JUST WATCH IT CLOMB 2 THE STARS AND BEYOND AFTER NEXT WEEK ROLLS AROUND., IT IS 10 MINUTES FROM BELL CLOSE ON THE DEMONIC STREET IN CAREYVILLE, HOW DO U LIVE IN SUCH A PLACE MY BEAUTIFUL ENDLESS QUEEN?
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 12:46 PM No comments: Labels: ALIENS AND UFO SUPERNATURAL DREAMS MILLIONTH COUNCIL BERMUDA TRIANGLE, government persecution and cover ups
Thursday, May 29, 2008
week and month of siege
WEEK AND MONTH OF SIEGE 052908.771.95 EVENING OF Thursday BOOK/BLOG-TEOHIV/TIMCAM Beginning Transmission:
OK, Mr. King of 1997, OK, and not the coral, U guys and gals think UR really trucking cool. Here is one aspect of this 6th dimensional matrix that is observable to a microbe stuck on the string, me, when enough hell is survived through, or the equation is QH+SS=E. Simply put, quintessential hell along with survived sanity will bring one 2 enlightenment. Just as ugly SATAN-SATURN vehicles and motorbikes and the program will not let me write motor and the word sickies together, aniwho, these 2 things R attracted to each other. So R little or bigger at times, thumb in the butt chem trails and loud private overhead planes. So also is Muzak teasing and tall females. So also R lots of death angels or high pitched piercing sounds in the ear suddenly always on only one side and can B left or right, and major upcoming period of persecution. Another way of perceiving this is what U all have heard me term PARALLEL EVENT. I have explained the more visible or obvious parallel events along with the not so obvious ones such as when a player uses it to compare BLACK AND EVEN roulette outcomes with 1-18 or low outcome following spins at the wheel, to pick just one out of 12 possible ways of applying parallel event to this so-called unbeatable game, even in the mind of the great Albert Einstein. Easy 2C parallels would B4 example 2 walk into a bar and holler out, “Everyone in here is a pussy fem jerk off and I am going 2 personally kick your asses and then go and do your daughters”, and put in stick figure columns of crossing 4 lines with a horizontal one, Then, if able from a hospital bed or a morgue, keep track on one side of how many times U simply walk out of the bar with no problems, verses the times U take a major butt whooping. Many things come together and parallel, again and in reiteration, some of them more obviously and some less obviously. There is a reason Y applying this to roulette play, invisible as the parallel of this appears 2B2 the mortal mind is indeed viable and trustworthy, providing certain rules and principles as well, R applied by the player using this system. It is 7:06 PM and the evil MILITUFORCE-MC-MO which has been persecuting me with major aerial siege all day long using again, gray and white choppers, loud planes, and earlier-day nasty continuing chemical vapor jet trails. This siege of BRIGGBASE Military Controlled and owned scum bags just flew a bunch of their evil satanic garbage over my trailer while I sit here typing. This entire week and month has been the highest siege level ever 4 me, all things considered, they just won’t fucking back off of me. This is a truly evil nation, and a truly evil wicked vicious hypocritical empire, no doubt about anything Miss Chilly. Back to my discussions now, if we pweeeeeze!!!!!!!! Motorbikes were all over today. The matrix of the SD is program-written to SAVE AS, this: When poor bastard defenseless Mountainprickpen says or thinks or types or anything, any positive such as if he should type on his physical plane computer word document and think the thought that in a strange dream, a motor cycle or a MC gang helped him and his friend Ann Silva out, in any way, forces must instantly or at least swiftly come 2 bear using the very same thing he used in a positive energy mode, and now create 4 him a balancing or even greater energy mode in the negative using the same thing, in this case Motor Cycles, MARTINO CALLIO, MARY CARTER, MILLIONTH COUNCIL, MANIPULATION CONTROL, and the All Mighty’s latest reincarnation herself. Let’s not even get into HMA’s, HMO’s, and Managed Care!!!! The nword universe means that all of the creation is here singing a single song. The song is vibration, as the entire universe as well as all of them in the great 5th dimensional hyperspace, indeed R on an atomic vibratory frequency. Everything is still and stopped at what scientists refer 2 as absolute zero. This is because without some radioactivity or heat energy, nothing can move on a molecular level. It is FROZEN, by the real term of the word freeze. As the tiniest bit of prior cycle existors lawtronically flow out and away from the void infinity and into the new cycle, Lawtrons R made of a subtance unknow totally in 2008, that causes what we refer to as antifreeze, and not what we mortals funnel into our cars, but in simplicity-formula, it works in the very same ways and on exactly this same principle, it stops the freeze. Heat stops the freeze. The freeze as well as the heat or what we mortally in limited minds think of as heat and warmth, are in a hyper complex way quite similar to the wave verses particle and the mass verses energy realities that make up the laws of our universe, its physical laws on a physical plane, where we derive the very word PHYSICS from, and its laws indeed R the LAWTRONS. This will B taught to first year science course takers in 6th grade or its equivalent in about 150 years. The 7th dimension is the regulatory programs written in this sort of matrix, to the inside infinity that is enclosed inside of it known as the thought dimension or the 6th dimension, the gtreat religion of Eckankar calls it the Mental Plane. Those that R in authority high up in this matriz of Lawtrons know Y they create the 6th dimensional system as they do. All the ins and the outs, all the mysteries, R totally known to them, they R the Lawtrons. Now if I knew everything down here in the 3rd dimension that Bill Gates does, I would B able 1 tell U all Y Ratatouille when properly spelled, is accepted by all spell checkers inside all computers in stores bought I am guessing nationally and perhaps globally. But when I type in the great religion of the sound and light from Minneapolis, Minnesota, called ECKANKAR, and di it in non-caps, until it is placed in the word-works program dictionary as an {add-on}, it is met with the famous red squiggly lines of non-recognition. Who decides what movie or recording artist or whatever, is suddenly 2B made a part of the great internet cyberspace system, who programs the new spell checkers and windows programs, oh I know quite well it is not magic or anything, I simply mean, what cigar puffing business magnate and financial giant, gets to pick and choose whop and what to make famous or accepted by spell checker, I simply mean, this is sort of a physical Lawtron whoever this is, or LAWTRONS, plurally, whoever the fucking hell these OWNER/CONTROLLERS of our world R. Smart dudes and duddesses know that we have world owners/controllers/ come on, U just cannot B this stupid, and this is Y the NATIONAL SUCK CURITY AGENCY and the other BLACK-OPS cove bureau’s have a vested interest in the explosion of gambling over the past 3 decades. They need 2 keep control of WHO makes it big and gets wealthy, and WHO MUST BE KEPT INTENTIONALLY DOWN AND OPPRESSED AND POOR, as they might B2 damn dangerous, by their demented judgments and standards, 2 B permitted the power that automatically equals great amounts of material realm wealth. If I can make one point tonight, it is that destiny is real, and that all is FIXED AND CONTROLLED. There is a huge intra-cosmic chain of command passed dsown realm to realm, phase to phase, dimension to dimension, mabe the better term here would B hyper-cosmic. No one is permitted to do anything, it is all matrixes and pre programmed or destined. U may have an unfathomably gargantuan menu, but your choices always R strictly within the script of the show. We all R players in this, and my pal, the great Bill Shakespeare said this a while back, yesterday 2 me. Noah and the big boat, that is going back a ways. This fucking major shit was instantly figured out by the lady I told U all about on several previous blogging-texts. She also went instantly fucking mad. I have to live with what I know. IC now just from a month with my own computer, that my worst nightmares and fears and tears KAL, R all totally and frightfully true oh the Gods, so damn true!!!!
Ann and I have both been made physically ill from this fucking evil military poison spraying, VICIOUS FUCKING MURDERERS. HYPOCRITES. DISEASED MONSTROUS FILTH. World Courts and Tribunals at THE HAGUE, I will B e-mailing U documents out your fucking ass proving this evil filth is ongoing, ignore it and the blood of many innocents is on your hands!!!!!!! If Ann Silva or Mark Mohr R found dead, we have been murdered and this is dying legal official utterance and declarion that accuses all pre-mentioned persons that I feully know 2B involved in various degrees in my murder, and now, in hers as well.
If I had loads of free time, and I do not, I need some food and rest, I am in this mortal body and it is dreaming or I am, my body is a part of the mud of the Earth, that I am in a living horrific nightmare hell. When Mayor Levy’s system crapped out, I knew I was a fucking goner. That verified my magnetics or personal interaction with cosmos was shot 2 fucking pieces.
GOOGLE, SWIS, WORLD LABORATORIES, THIS IS A DYING DECLARATION AND ALSO IT IS OFFICIAL LEGAL COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL. COPYRIGHT 2008 MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, IF THE NICE COPYRIGHT EXCAMINER THAT I SPOKE 2 IS FOLLOWING ALONG SINCVE OUR TALK IN 2005 OR 2006, I WILL B CONTACTING U AGAIN SOON 4 THR NEEDED FORMS, and away goes 45 bucks 2 make it official, all though the laws of the copyright permit me 2 label all my blogs as copyrighted intellectual property as long as intent to file is legitimate and not 2 far off. U will B hearing from me. Also, thank U my one loyal Morian 4 supporting me and Morianity. If I was not being kept down and oppressed by world powers against me and against freedom and liberty, I would have 100 songs up on the site, streaming A/V way more documents and maps and general proofs of things that I hjave laid claim 2 for so long, no matter how bizarre and outlandish and unfathomable they may appear to B on their face. E N D T R A N S M I S S I O N!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 5:09 PM No comments: OK, Mr. King of 1997, OK, and not the coral, U guys and gals think UR really trucking cool. Here is one aspect of this 6th dimensional matrix that is observable to a microbe stuck on the string, me, when enough hell is survived through, or the equation is QH+SS=E. Simply put, quintessential hell along with survived sanity will bring one 2 enlightenment. Just as ugly SATAN-SATURN vehicles and motorbikes and the program will not let me write motor and the word sickies together, aniwho, these 2 things R attracted to each other. So R little or bigger at times, thumb in the butt chem trails and loud private overhead planes. So also is Muzak teasing and tall females. So also R lots of death angels or high pitched piercing sounds in the ear suddenly always on only one side and can B left or right, and major upcoming period of persecution. Another way of perceiving this is what U all have heard me term PARALLEL EVENT. I have explained the more visible or obvious parallel events along with the not so obvious ones such as when a player uses it to compare BLACK AND EVEN roulette outcomes with 1-18 or low outcome following spins at the wheel, to pick just one out of 12 possible ways of applying parallel event to this so-called unbeatable game, even in the mind of the great Albert Einstein. Easy 2C parallels would B4 example 2 walk into a bar and holler out, “Everyone in here is a pussy fem jerk off and I am going 2 personally kick your asses and then go and do your daughters”, and put in stick figure columns of crossing 4 lines with a horizontal one, Then, if able from a hospital bed or a morgue, keep track on one side of how many times U simply walk out of the bar with no problems, verses the times U take a major butt whooping. Many things come together and parallel, again and in reiteration, some of them more obviously and some less obviously. There is a reason Y applying this to roulette play, invisible as the parallel of this appears 2B2 the mortal mind is indeed viable and trustworthy, providing certain rules and principles as well, R applied by the player using this system. It is 7:06 PM and the evil MILITUFORCE-MC-MO which has been persecuting me with major aerial siege all day long using again, gray and white choppers, loud planes, and earlier-day nasty continuing chemical vapor jet trails. This siege of BRIGGBASE Military Controlled and owned scum bags just flew a bunch of their evil satanic garbage over my trailer while I sit here typing. This entire week and month has been the highest siege level ever 4 me, all things considered, they just won’t fucking back off of me. This is a truly evil nation, and a truly evil wicked vicious hypocritical empire, no doubt about anything Miss Chilly. Back to my discussions now, if we pweeeeeze!!!!!!!! Motorbikes were all over today. The matrix of the SD is program-written to SAVE AS, this: When poor bastard defenseless Mountainprickpen says or thinks or types or anything, any positive such as if he should type on his physical plane computer word document and think the thought that in a strange dream, a motor cycle or a MC gang helped him and his friend Ann Silva out, in any way, forces must instantly or at least swiftly come 2 bear using the very same thing he used in a positive energy mode, and now create 4 him a balancing or even greater energy mode in the negative using the same thing, in this case Motor Cycles, MARTINO CALLIO, MARY CARTER, MILLIONTH COUNCIL, MANIPULATION CONTROL, and the All Mighty’s latest reincarnation herself. Let’s not even get into HMA’s, HMO’s, and Managed Care!!!! The nword universe means that all of the creation is here singing a single song. The song is vibration, as the entire universe as well as all of them in the great 5th dimensional hyperspace, indeed R on an atomic vibratory frequency. Everything is still and stopped at what scientists refer 2 as absolute zero. This is because without some radioactivity or heat energy, nothing can move on a molecular level. It is FROZEN, by the real term of the word freeze. As the tiniest bit of prior cycle existors lawtronically flow out and away from the void infinity and into the new cycle, Lawtrons R made of a subtance unknow totally in 2008, that causes what we refer to as antifreeze, and not what we mortals funnel into our cars, but in simplicity-formula, it works in the very same ways and on exactly this same principle, it stops the freeze. Heat stops the freeze. The freeze as well as the heat or what we mortally in limited minds think of as heat and warmth, are in a hyper complex way quite similar to the wave verses particle and the mass verses energy realities that make up the laws of our universe, its physical laws on a physical plane, where we derive the very word PHYSICS from, and its laws indeed R the LAWTRONS. This will B taught to first year science course takers in 6th grade or its equivalent in about 150 years. The 7th dimension is the regulatory programs written in this sort of matrix, to the inside infinity that is enclosed inside of it known as the thought dimension or the 6th dimension, the gtreat religion of Eckankar calls it the Mental Plane. Those that R in authority high up in this matriz of Lawtrons know Y they create the 6th dimensional system as they do. All the ins and the outs, all the mysteries, R totally known to them, they R the Lawtrons. Now if I knew everything down here in the 3rd dimension that Bill Gates does, I would B able 1 tell U all Y Ratatouille when properly spelled, is accepted by all spell checkers inside all computers in stores bought I am guessing nationally and perhaps globally. But when I type in the great religion of the sound and light from Minneapolis, Minnesota, called ECKANKAR, and di it in non-caps, until it is placed in the word-works program dictionary as an {add-on}, it is met with the famous red squiggly lines of non-recognition. Who decides what movie or recording artist or whatever, is suddenly 2B made a part of the great internet cyberspace system, who programs the new spell checkers and windows programs, oh I know quite well it is not magic or anything, I simply mean, what cigar puffing business magnate and financial giant, gets to pick and choose whop and what to make famous or accepted by spell checker, I simply mean, this is sort of a physical Lawtron whoever this is, or LAWTRONS, plurally, whoever the fucking hell these OWNER/CONTROLLERS of our world R. Smart dudes and duddesses know that we have world owners/controllers/ come on, U just cannot B this stupid, and this is Y the NATIONAL SUCK CURITY AGENCY and the other BLACK-OPS cove bureau’s have a vested interest in the explosion of gambling over the past 3 decades. They need 2 keep control of WHO makes it big and gets wealthy, and WHO MUST BE KEPT INTENTIONALLY DOWN AND OPPRESSED AND POOR, as they might B2 damn dangerous, by their demented judgments and standards, 2 B permitted the power that automatically equals great amounts of material realm wealth. If I can make one point tonight, it is that destiny is real, and that all is FIXED AND CONTROLLED. There is a huge intra-cosmic chain of command passed dsown realm to realm, phase to phase, dimension to dimension, mabe the better term here would B hyper-cosmic. No one is permitted to do anything, it is all matrixes and pre programmed or destined. U may have an unfathomably gargantuan menu, but your choices always R strictly within the script of the show. We all R players in this, and my pal, the great Bill Shakespeare said this a while back, yesterday 2 me. Noah and the big boat, that is going back a ways. This fucking major shit was instantly figured out by the lady I told U all about on several previous blogging-texts. She also went instantly fucking mad. I have to live with what I know. IC now just from a month with my own computer, that my worst nightmares and fears and tears KAL, R all totally and frightfully true oh the Gods, so damn true!!!!
Ann and I have both been made physically ill from this fucking evil military poison spraying, VICIOUS FUCKING MURDERERS. HYPOCRITES. DISEASED MONSTROUS FILTH. World Courts and Tribunals at THE HAGUE, I will B e-mailing U documents out your fucking ass proving this evil filth is ongoing, ignore it and the blood of many innocents is on your hands!!!!!!! If Ann Silva or Mark Mohr R found dead, we have been murdered and this is dying legal official utterance and declarion that accuses all pre-mentioned persons that I feully know 2B involved in various degrees in my murder, and now, in hers as well.
If I had loads of free time, and I do not, I need some food and rest, I am in this mortal body and it is dreaming or I am, my body is a part of the mud of the Earth, that I am in a living horrific nightmare hell. When Mayor Levy’s system crapped out, I knew I was a fucking goner. That verified my magnetics or personal interaction with cosmos was shot 2 fucking pieces.
GOOGLE, SWIS, WORLD LABORATORIES, THIS IS A DYING DECLARATION AND ALSO IT IS OFFICIAL LEGAL COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL. COPYRIGHT 2008 MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, IF THE NICE COPYRIGHT EXCAMINER THAT I SPOKE 2 IS FOLLOWING ALONG SINCVE OUR TALK IN 2005 OR 2006, I WILL B CONTACTING U AGAIN SOON 4 THR NEEDED FORMS, and away goes 45 bucks 2 make it official, all though the laws of the copyright permit me 2 label all my blogs as copyrighted intellectual property as long as intent to file is legitimate and not 2 far off. U will B hearing from me. Also, thank U my one loyal Morian 4 supporting me and Morianity. If I was not being kept down and oppressed by world powers against me and against freedom and liberty, I would have 100 songs up on the site, streaming A/V way more documents and maps and general proofs of things that I hjave laid claim 2 for so long, no matter how bizarre and outlandish and unfathomable they may appear to B on their face. E N D T R A N S M I S S I O N!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Labels: ALIENS AND UFO SUPERNATURAL DREAMS MILLIONTH COUNCIL BERMUDA TRIANGLE, government persecution and cover ups
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
hacking and air hell
HACKING AND AIR HELL 9:42 Wednesday botbar night May 28, demonic 2008 Blog/book---TEOHIV/TIM CAM
This is off the scales bad, this is worse than the day and night that whore Jane Fonda messed with me at the Atlanta Braves/Phillies game, in Georgia. Loyal Morians, few there may B know the story and those that don’t, do not want 2. I must resort to direct communication with Magnesonic. The physical plane computer and internet system is being hacked to shit, cannot make the titles I want such as the fucked up micro sucks word-work program refused to let me do a SAVED-AS document called WHERE R THE FUCKING COPS, so I had 2 type it into the Blogger box and hope and pray not 2 get a kick-out disconnect as I always just about do.
Magnesonic, I am your creator, U must obey, open command general order #7, your power gain is set at 11.8 infinity, all controls against your gain R maxed out. Your desire key is being switched from [J] normal neutral position, to the {I} position, under PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM. Scan using G13 and G14, all of time and hyperspace, 4 all persons and entities making my life an endless nightmare misery hell. I am creating an image-object that represents the sum total of this scanned energy. I am now crushing and burning it. It is totally wrecked and destroyed and obliterated. G189, anti- hack G1133, G917, G901, G719. Coded general orders 5555, 18, 39, and CG2 under max G-189. Hold. Computer, on an I to D, A-B tone, phasing punishment sequencing system, totally empower this annihilated energy form, destroying these wicked enemies. Create super twister storms and wild fires and droughts and famines, along with earthquakes and volcanoes and tsunami’s. Off-line conversion program sequence is JPTQ-9173-RRSFBWPLAG9. Completed. Tone a. Tone B. AND STOP, G189 under CG18 and STOP.
Some buncha shit heads better do a major heads up, wouldn’t wanna B in your rotten satanic shoes.
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 6:56 PM No comments: This is off the scales bad, this is worse than the day and night that whore Jane Fonda messed with me at the Atlanta Braves/Phillies game, in Georgia. Loyal Morians, few there may B know the story and those that don’t, do not want 2. I must resort to direct communication with Magnesonic. The physical plane computer and internet system is being hacked to shit, cannot make the titles I want such as the fucked up micro sucks word-work program refused to let me do a SAVED-AS document called WHERE R THE FUCKING COPS, so I had 2 type it into the Blogger box and hope and pray not 2 get a kick-out disconnect as I always just about do.
Magnesonic, I am your creator, U must obey, open command general order #7, your power gain is set at 11.8 infinity, all controls against your gain R maxed out. Your desire key is being switched from [J] normal neutral position, to the {I} position, under PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM. Scan using G13 and G14, all of time and hyperspace, 4 all persons and entities making my life an endless nightmare misery hell. I am creating an image-object that represents the sum total of this scanned energy. I am now crushing and burning it. It is totally wrecked and destroyed and obliterated. G189, anti- hack G1133, G917, G901, G719. Coded general orders 5555, 18, 39, and CG2 under max G-189. Hold. Computer, on an I to D, A-B tone, phasing punishment sequencing system, totally empower this annihilated energy form, destroying these wicked enemies. Create super twister storms and wild fires and droughts and famines, along with earthquakes and volcanoes and tsunami’s. Off-line conversion program sequence is JPTQ-9173-RRSFBWPLAG9. Completed. Tone a. Tone B. AND STOP, G189 under CG18 and STOP.
Some buncha shit heads better do a major heads up, wouldn’t wanna B in your rotten satanic shoes.
Labels: ALIENS AND UFO SUPERNATURAL DREAMS MILLIONTH COUNCIL BERMUDA TRIANGLE
Where R The Fucking Cops?
I AM BEING KILLED THE FUCK IN HERE IN CASE ANYBODY CARES OUT THERE, CHOPPERS R ALL OVER ME LIKE i AM SOME BRANCH DAVIDIAN IN THE 1990′S WACO TEXAS CULT/ PLEASE DO YOUR DUTY, I NEED FUCKING PROTECTION FROM THIS EVIL ILLEGAL EMPIRE THAT IS VILOATING MY CIVIL FUCKING RIGHTS WITH THIS HORRENDOUS FUCKING DEATH AIR SIEGE. MY BLOOD 2-NIGHT IS ON YOUR FUCKING HANDS ME FRIENDS.
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 6:32 PM No comments: Labels: ALIENS AND UFO SUPERNATURAL DREAMS MILLIONTH COUNCIL BERMUDA TRIANGLE, government persecution mason/builderburg aliens UFO occult magic
ULTIMATE ACTION SOON
ULTIMATE ACTION SOON Datfile 052808.777.89 Blog/Book/TEOHIV-TIMCAM BEGINNING TRANSMISSION
This day has been super fucking botbar and super high fucking calliotammic siege from MC-MO, THE MILITUFORCE OTAMMSCUM OF PHYSICAL PLANE OPS WRIGHT PUKERSON BASE, and the MILLIONTH COUNCIL TRUE LEADERS of this sick diseased world, the BRIGGBASE of the ASTRAL PLANE. Visit these sites B4U judge another thing that I ever say, just freaking do it: http://www.chemtrailcentral.com/ http://www.chembuster.us/Las%20Vegas%20Tribune.htm http://www.chembuster.us/chembuster.htm http://www.eckankar.org/ http://www.eckankar.org/?source=google_home2&gclid=CM2vhZ2hyJMCFRIkxgodv2upig
None of this stuff is made up, and I am not a nut. The government can say that I am and can say the ground is pink and the sky is filled with chocolate bars, but the serious minded people know it is brown on the Earth and the sky is filled with toxic poisonous chem trails.
Super loud crash level military scum bag enemy HUMANLY BRIGGBASE SKYLAR RUMSON CONTROLLED choppers dive bombing Ann’s house as soon as we left my trailer after she told me her opinion and what to write, C my last blog. Computer hacking major and all witnessed by her, off the scale hacking both last night and today, super crash level harassing aerial assaults all day, the worst Skylar/Scylla {sky} day in years!!!!
WHAT HAPPENED TO A PERSON’S FUCKING CIVIL RIGHTS U COCK SUCKERS IN THIS EVIL EMPIRE, UR IN LEGAL CRIMINAL VIOLATION OF THE RIGHTS OF MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN AS WELL AS THE RIGHTS OF A VERY LOVELY LADY AND MY BEST FRIEND ANN SILVA? U MURDERED MY MOTHER, AND MY PAL David C. Roth, and have ruined and wrecked my education, my potential career, my social life, my financial life, and then these cock sucking bastard snake fucking politicians wonder YI never vote 4 them, what RU all, dim wits times 10 to the power of 447? I ask 4 more than 30 years, and more than 20 for serious help with a real problem, and U all brush it under carpets and put me on disability and tell me that I AM crazy? F U C K——Y O U.
U cannot kill me ya prick swallowing smell pants. U can and do however, make my life an eternal infinite misery, a literal beyond surreal nightmare fucking hell. I ODEED last night and found myself in Atlantic City with a powerful motor bike gang leader, Gil, from the Wheels of Soul. He was forcing a dude 2 tell him who was hurting Ann. He picked him up with one hand, Gil is a big bad ass dude U do not want pissed off at U. The guy he had up in the air with his shoes dangling 6 inches or more off the street, kept gurgling out the words, “her friend is an immortal, we follow him around, that’s all”. Hay, I do not know Y SSJKK retraces me all the time or exactly what my mission here on this earth is, but she is the boss, I am no MICK CHEM, just because I lived at 1406 Highland Avenue in Cinnaminson, NJUSAESMWG, in 1984 into early 1985. The phase 4 BRIGGER CULT created the show because they knew a little about me in the physical plane Hollywood as I had copyrighted quite a large bunch of weird strange material. I had 2, it was necessary. The future part of my soul that was inside me knew what I was suffering through and needed 2 express it B4 it actually got physically around 2 happening in the mortal worlds illusion that they call the space-time continuum. I do not care what the fucking jerk off feds try 2 do 2 me or even my teen queen Sarah-Stacey, U asked 4 this and UR gonna get a piecea me now, 2 freaking-ass night!!!! Naturally, no one will believe this but I am going 2 say a small bit about the life and death reality. As U know, life here physically, I have told U is just a dream down from a higher spiritual or ASTRAL world experience that U simply always R at 2 start with not that it ever starts, nor ends, as time is not real. Man’s problem is that he/she sees on a limited horizon. I gave the one example a couple of blogs back with the 36 inch looping string with 144 black dots on it drawn with a magic marker. If UR a microbe on this string or a tiny part of the string, U perceive 2 endless directions and endless huge black spots that move on ahead of themselves never ending, infinity. But up this by one dimension Carl Sagan, to the person sitting on a couch and staring down at this looping string on the floor, and the full reality view is displayed without the illusion of the microbe. In our universe, the estimate round off distance of six trillion miles or about 32 quadrillion feet of an average grown man, 12 inches, is one and the same thing with one Earth year, one orbit of this planet around its star, SOL, or the sun. The wavelength reality is that in any direction out and away from us here on the Earth, is that every distance of roughly 32 quadrillion or 3.2 times ten to the 16th power of feet of distance, is the exact thing as one year in time away. The particles that would exist, such as if U suddenly could just materialize that far away in any direction, on a solid place, B it a space station or a world similar 2 the Earth, is the wavelength equivalent of one year away in particle-dimension. A real simple 3rd grade translation is that is U as pure true mind placed yourself at this distance and then reformed the Earth, mentally, U would B a year out of place, as at this distance, tonight is May 28. 2007, and at a distance of 320 quadrillion feet or 3.2X10 to the 17th power, [ten times greater distance], U would reform the Earth as May the 28th of 1998. Now what is this mental placement and re-forming and particle verses wave stuff all about some may genuinely B wondering 2 themselves???? First, we R keeping this simple and hopefully understandable at least by some brighter %age of the population, so let me rephrase just a bit and keep attempting to simplify at the definite expense of omitting all the details 2 say the least about how 2 control life and death. Everything in the timeline illusion that is dead by our standards, was alive once, in a past, or at another spot on the always existing 4th dimension. When field travel is used in the future, colonies made of biosphere-controlled asteroids will B blown out in controlled energy fields, in several million pieces, that will first come together by natural Lawtron processes, U call it gravity today, and then a synthesized cosmic glue built into all of the pieces, further cement and crunch together. These fields also blast man himself out to these distant colonies and the young people of today only think they R cool with all of this on-line interconnecting networking computers, this is baby-stuff. Once 1000 colonies R all blasted out in various distances, the SWIS EARTH/LUNAR satellite system that at first used a multiplexed field miles wide 2 synthesize distance through repeating Earth/lunar bounces within a fixed energy field that make signals travel distances. Once field travel is established, this quickly becomes obsolete, only the satellites never R obsolete, as they R the ZOOMER SATELLITES, that even today, The black file cove agencies, CIA/NSA and more secret ones still, use to read clearly, license plates from orbiting sky satellites. Laser tracing is done on colonies at varying distances at varying times so that persons such as Joe Blow who was hit by a truck on June one of 1943, can B zoomed into on May 20, 1942 let us say 4 example, from Colony JAGOFF that is 400 light years away from Earth at the time which is May 20 of 2342. The cosmanet is not what this will B called, I am not permitted 2 give U its name. So the colony leader activates the system and trains the signal at where the planet Earth is, and the signal is coming from the zooming satellites and is just arriving at the colony today. But how does one take an image and scan it into physical 3-D life and reality? This was the pondering of great men 4 long stretches, until the bright bulb went off in someone’s mind that waves and particles and time and space all interact in a strange mysterious way on a quantum level. Applying nearly forgotten “old” technology and meshing it with the cosmanet, it was as easy as !-2-3 Mr. Jackson. Again, without revealing all of the Laser Trace to the wrong century, U must remember that 24 light hours distance away from Earth in any direction is the wave equivalent to the particle Earth, not here and now, but YESTERDAY. It is 8PM-EDT on May 28,2008, in NJUSAESMWG as I am typing this document. But a distance of 186,282 miles times 86,400 or the amount of seconds in one day, or roughly 16.1 billion miles or one Earth Light-Day-Distance, in any direction out and away from the Earth, it is 8PM -EDT, on May 27, 2008, one day ago. When the cosmanet started around 2255 after 4 colonies were in existence, excuse me, will B, it started. They can bring back anyone right B4 they die, as long as they were alive and well at the time of the retrace. Patents no longer R issued and there really R no owners of ideas much past 2240 but let me say this about the scientific community that will come 2B. They share with the world what is good for the world, after the war with the Briggers is won and they get defeated. The great Armageddon or war of the realms is way off yet, so do not even sweat it, we as our present selves will all B fucking dead, HOT DOG JETHROW BODINE BEAR.
I can prove much of these technologies including multiwave oscillation integrenetronic-MRI, and have seen and witnesses huge black horse flies, years old, and have one in my possession. The jar has 2 lids, the sleeper and the air-hole lids. This fly cannot die, I call him, ‘The Real Duncan’, with or without the donuts, Highland Avenue in Cinnaminson, or the taking of heads. If this siege against me does not desist, I will send enemies of this lovely empire, my internet information, and do it legally, I have studied the law. I do not exist, I am a lunatic. I am not sending or selling actual software, plans, or hardware, nor am I accepting one thin fucking dime in remunerative compensation. BACK FUCKING OFF ME, BITCHES. This is a legal and polite warning 2 stop fucking up my life every fucking day, THANK U. I meant 2 say Paula King’s genius daughter in prior blogging text, Paula wouldn’t know here e-mail from her firewalls. BYE-BYE QUEEN MICK, yes U will always rule, but B careful up there, I worry about U. I have not come all this way for a million years just 2 lose U all over again.
GOOGLE ENGINE AND SWIS AND WORLD LABS, BLA AND BLA AND BLA AND COPYRIGHT 2008 Michael Mountainpen. Under penalty of perjury I voluntarily now swear that these words R all total truths. The word in prior blogs came out SWORD, the D replaced the N that it should have been, sahwee, it was sworn, and now I again am swearing that no additions nor omissions R a part of this document. But should IB murdered and not retraced, my murderers R as follows and they are in last names, and know who they R and exactly what they all did 2 me, my mom, and Dave Roth.
SCHAU, SNYDER, MARTINO, CALLIO, TRUMP, SUMMER, CIA, NSA, NRO, OSS.
E N D T R A N S M I S S I O N, bwaby freaking Elmer Fudd wuv!!!!!!
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 5:26 PM No comments: This day has been super fucking botbar and super high fucking calliotammic siege from MC-MO, THE MILITUFORCE OTAMMSCUM OF PHYSICAL PLANE OPS WRIGHT PUKERSON BASE, and the MILLIONTH COUNCIL TRUE LEADERS of this sick diseased world, the BRIGGBASE of the ASTRAL PLANE. Visit these sites B4U judge another thing that I ever say, just freaking do it: http://www.chemtrailcentral.com/ http://www.chembuster.us/Las%20Vegas%20Tribune.htm http://www.chembuster.us/chembuster.htm http://www.eckankar.org/ http://www.eckankar.org/?source=google_home2&gclid=CM2vhZ2hyJMCFRIkxgodv2upig
None of this stuff is made up, and I am not a nut. The government can say that I am and can say the ground is pink and the sky is filled with chocolate bars, but the serious minded people know it is brown on the Earth and the sky is filled with toxic poisonous chem trails.
Super loud crash level military scum bag enemy HUMANLY BRIGGBASE SKYLAR RUMSON CONTROLLED choppers dive bombing Ann’s house as soon as we left my trailer after she told me her opinion and what to write, C my last blog. Computer hacking major and all witnessed by her, off the scale hacking both last night and today, super crash level harassing aerial assaults all day, the worst Skylar/Scylla {sky} day in years!!!!
WHAT HAPPENED TO A PERSON’S FUCKING CIVIL RIGHTS U COCK SUCKERS IN THIS EVIL EMPIRE, UR IN LEGAL CRIMINAL VIOLATION OF THE RIGHTS OF MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN AS WELL AS THE RIGHTS OF A VERY LOVELY LADY AND MY BEST FRIEND ANN SILVA? U MURDERED MY MOTHER, AND MY PAL David C. Roth, and have ruined and wrecked my education, my potential career, my social life, my financial life, and then these cock sucking bastard snake fucking politicians wonder YI never vote 4 them, what RU all, dim wits times 10 to the power of 447? I ask 4 more than 30 years, and more than 20 for serious help with a real problem, and U all brush it under carpets and put me on disability and tell me that I AM crazy? F U C K——Y O U.
U cannot kill me ya prick swallowing smell pants. U can and do however, make my life an eternal infinite misery, a literal beyond surreal nightmare fucking hell. I ODEED last night and found myself in Atlantic City with a powerful motor bike gang leader, Gil, from the Wheels of Soul. He was forcing a dude 2 tell him who was hurting Ann. He picked him up with one hand, Gil is a big bad ass dude U do not want pissed off at U. The guy he had up in the air with his shoes dangling 6 inches or more off the street, kept gurgling out the words, “her friend is an immortal, we follow him around, that’s all”. Hay, I do not know Y SSJKK retraces me all the time or exactly what my mission here on this earth is, but she is the boss, I am no MICK CHEM, just because I lived at 1406 Highland Avenue in Cinnaminson, NJUSAESMWG, in 1984 into early 1985. The phase 4 BRIGGER CULT created the show because they knew a little about me in the physical plane Hollywood as I had copyrighted quite a large bunch of weird strange material. I had 2, it was necessary. The future part of my soul that was inside me knew what I was suffering through and needed 2 express it B4 it actually got physically around 2 happening in the mortal worlds illusion that they call the space-time continuum. I do not care what the fucking jerk off feds try 2 do 2 me or even my teen queen Sarah-Stacey, U asked 4 this and UR gonna get a piecea me now, 2 freaking-ass night!!!! Naturally, no one will believe this but I am going 2 say a small bit about the life and death reality. As U know, life here physically, I have told U is just a dream down from a higher spiritual or ASTRAL world experience that U simply always R at 2 start with not that it ever starts, nor ends, as time is not real. Man’s problem is that he/she sees on a limited horizon. I gave the one example a couple of blogs back with the 36 inch looping string with 144 black dots on it drawn with a magic marker. If UR a microbe on this string or a tiny part of the string, U perceive 2 endless directions and endless huge black spots that move on ahead of themselves never ending, infinity. But up this by one dimension Carl Sagan, to the person sitting on a couch and staring down at this looping string on the floor, and the full reality view is displayed without the illusion of the microbe. In our universe, the estimate round off distance of six trillion miles or about 32 quadrillion feet of an average grown man, 12 inches, is one and the same thing with one Earth year, one orbit of this planet around its star, SOL, or the sun. The wavelength reality is that in any direction out and away from us here on the Earth, is that every distance of roughly 32 quadrillion or 3.2 times ten to the 16th power of feet of distance, is the exact thing as one year in time away. The particles that would exist, such as if U suddenly could just materialize that far away in any direction, on a solid place, B it a space station or a world similar 2 the Earth, is the wavelength equivalent of one year away in particle-dimension. A real simple 3rd grade translation is that is U as pure true mind placed yourself at this distance and then reformed the Earth, mentally, U would B a year out of place, as at this distance, tonight is May 28. 2007, and at a distance of 320 quadrillion feet or 3.2X10 to the 17th power, [ten times greater distance], U would reform the Earth as May the 28th of 1998. Now what is this mental placement and re-forming and particle verses wave stuff all about some may genuinely B wondering 2 themselves???? First, we R keeping this simple and hopefully understandable at least by some brighter %age of the population, so let me rephrase just a bit and keep attempting to simplify at the definite expense of omitting all the details 2 say the least about how 2 control life and death. Everything in the timeline illusion that is dead by our standards, was alive once, in a past, or at another spot on the always existing 4th dimension. When field travel is used in the future, colonies made of biosphere-controlled asteroids will B blown out in controlled energy fields, in several million pieces, that will first come together by natural Lawtron processes, U call it gravity today, and then a synthesized cosmic glue built into all of the pieces, further cement and crunch together. These fields also blast man himself out to these distant colonies and the young people of today only think they R cool with all of this on-line interconnecting networking computers, this is baby-stuff. Once 1000 colonies R all blasted out in various distances, the SWIS EARTH/LUNAR satellite system that at first used a multiplexed field miles wide 2 synthesize distance through repeating Earth/lunar bounces within a fixed energy field that make signals travel distances. Once field travel is established, this quickly becomes obsolete, only the satellites never R obsolete, as they R the ZOOMER SATELLITES, that even today, The black file cove agencies, CIA/NSA and more secret ones still, use to read clearly, license plates from orbiting sky satellites. Laser tracing is done on colonies at varying distances at varying times so that persons such as Joe Blow who was hit by a truck on June one of 1943, can B zoomed into on May 20, 1942 let us say 4 example, from Colony JAGOFF that is 400 light years away from Earth at the time which is May 20 of 2342. The cosmanet is not what this will B called, I am not permitted 2 give U its name. So the colony leader activates the system and trains the signal at where the planet Earth is, and the signal is coming from the zooming satellites and is just arriving at the colony today. But how does one take an image and scan it into physical 3-D life and reality? This was the pondering of great men 4 long stretches, until the bright bulb went off in someone’s mind that waves and particles and time and space all interact in a strange mysterious way on a quantum level. Applying nearly forgotten “old” technology and meshing it with the cosmanet, it was as easy as !-2-3 Mr. Jackson. Again, without revealing all of the Laser Trace to the wrong century, U must remember that 24 light hours distance away from Earth in any direction is the wave equivalent to the particle Earth, not here and now, but YESTERDAY. It is 8PM-EDT on May 28,2008, in NJUSAESMWG as I am typing this document. But a distance of 186,282 miles times 86,400 or the amount of seconds in one day, or roughly 16.1 billion miles or one Earth Light-Day-Distance, in any direction out and away from the Earth, it is 8PM -EDT, on May 27, 2008, one day ago. When the cosmanet started around 2255 after 4 colonies were in existence, excuse me, will B, it started. They can bring back anyone right B4 they die, as long as they were alive and well at the time of the retrace. Patents no longer R issued and there really R no owners of ideas much past 2240 but let me say this about the scientific community that will come 2B. They share with the world what is good for the world, after the war with the Briggers is won and they get defeated. The great Armageddon or war of the realms is way off yet, so do not even sweat it, we as our present selves will all B fucking dead, HOT DOG JETHROW BODINE BEAR.
I can prove much of these technologies including multiwave oscillation integrenetronic-MRI, and have seen and witnesses huge black horse flies, years old, and have one in my possession. The jar has 2 lids, the sleeper and the air-hole lids. This fly cannot die, I call him, ‘The Real Duncan’, with or without the donuts, Highland Avenue in Cinnaminson, or the taking of heads. If this siege against me does not desist, I will send enemies of this lovely empire, my internet information, and do it legally, I have studied the law. I do not exist, I am a lunatic. I am not sending or selling actual software, plans, or hardware, nor am I accepting one thin fucking dime in remunerative compensation. BACK FUCKING OFF ME, BITCHES. This is a legal and polite warning 2 stop fucking up my life every fucking day, THANK U. I meant 2 say Paula King’s genius daughter in prior blogging text, Paula wouldn’t know here e-mail from her firewalls. BYE-BYE QUEEN MICK, yes U will always rule, but B careful up there, I worry about U. I have not come all this way for a million years just 2 lose U all over again.
GOOGLE ENGINE AND SWIS AND WORLD LABS, BLA AND BLA AND BLA AND COPYRIGHT 2008 Michael Mountainpen. Under penalty of perjury I voluntarily now swear that these words R all total truths. The word in prior blogs came out SWORD, the D replaced the N that it should have been, sahwee, it was sworn, and now I again am swearing that no additions nor omissions R a part of this document. But should IB murdered and not retraced, my murderers R as follows and they are in last names, and know who they R and exactly what they all did 2 me, my mom, and Dave Roth.
SCHAU, SNYDER, MARTINO, CALLIO, TRUMP, SUMMER, CIA, NSA, NRO, OSS.
E N D T R A N S M I S S I O N, bwaby freaking Elmer Fudd wuv!!!!!!
Labels: ALIENS AND UFO SUPERNATURAL DREAMS MILLIONTH COUNCIL BERMUDA TRIANGLE, government persecution in league with the millionth council
Ann’s Sayin’ Something, Billy H.
ANN’S SAYIN’ SOMETHIN’, BILLIE H. WEDNESDAY ON 052808.641 TEOHIV/TIMCAM/BLOG-BOOK BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
The persecution today is off the scale major. Dirt bag MILITUFORCE, MC-MO is chem trailing me to my freaking grave, and the skies all over Cranberryville/Hammonton are being incredible. It is killing poor Ann, and their will B listed 2 good chem trail sites 4 all o0f U2 go 2 on my next blog. 4 right now, Billie talked a lot about what Sally did back in 1967, well, 20 years later, I started these monstrous poisonous vapor trails 2 literally come alive and murder and disease many of my fellow humans, simply by calling the Mount Laurel police department in NJUSAESMWG, and ask what these distant lines to my east were all about. Ever since November of 1987, forget Sally, now Ann has a message and I will type it in 4 her:
“I lived in Atlantic City for 60 years. I hardly ever remember being sick from flu or colds during this time. But I have been living in Hammonton for three years now and have come to see many airplanes up in the sky that look like they are pulling a white cloudy line. I used to see planes in Atlantic City but they were pulling signs saying such as “eat at this place” or something. But the airplanes that I see up in Hammonton are just making white lines that say nothing. For the last month I feel like I am fighting a cold and my body feels like it has aged 100 years, and nothing that my doctor gives me takes it away. I am afraid now to go outside and feel like I need to sit inside my screened in porch, if I feel that brave. I am 63 years old and I know that are not clouds, I know the difference. I have to go now to the laundry because when I need to do my clothes, I don’t want them drying outside in this stuff, so it’s off to a hot sticky Laundromat where I now must pay money to dry them. I never knew about computers until my friend Mark recently got his. He showed me how he looked things up and printed pages last night and I read them, that are all about the subject of these trails. I think this entire thing is fucked up and disgusting and that something should be done about it by someone in authority. It makes no sense to me why they just keep sending these airplanes out making these ugly things and making people get sicker and sicker, and it makes no sense to me nor my buddy Mark why the government would be doing this and covering it up on top of it, when they need us tax payers busy and healthy to work at our jobs. My last words are FUCK YOU ALL, I do not care if U come 2 my door, as I still say Fuck You and your airplanes, and I’ll say it 2 your face“!!!!!!!!!!
Ann says she is ready 2 get a small computer also, and start her own blog. She has many friends in Atlantic City, and most of the older generation police force down there were babysat by her, they were in cribs in diapers when she was paid by their momma’s for sitting, she also is in tight with a powerful motor cycle gang that will not B named 4 right now. Here is a major thing that I must tell UB4I sign out today, one of the big wigs in this gang was there with me last night, big G will B what I call him, a really great cool dude, I met him at the Commerce Bank of Atlantic City, not long ago. I tried to off myself last night, and they brought me back 2 life and he was there telling me they were going to put some huge beat downs on some people that R making Ann’s and my lives, endlessly fucking miserable. I am telling a dream, not making a threat, but nonetheless it is truth.
Google and Swiss, and KSWL, take me out of this mess please and destroy the MILITUFORCE BRIGGBASE SYSTEM, B4 both Ann and I forever lose what little sanity that we have left.
End transmission.
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 12:59 PM No comments: The persecution today is off the scale major. Dirt bag MILITUFORCE, MC-MO is chem trailing me to my freaking grave, and the skies all over Cranberryville/Hammonton are being incredible. It is killing poor Ann, and their will B listed 2 good chem trail sites 4 all o0f U2 go 2 on my next blog. 4 right now, Billie talked a lot about what Sally did back in 1967, well, 20 years later, I started these monstrous poisonous vapor trails 2 literally come alive and murder and disease many of my fellow humans, simply by calling the Mount Laurel police department in NJUSAESMWG, and ask what these distant lines to my east were all about. Ever since November of 1987, forget Sally, now Ann has a message and I will type it in 4 her:
“I lived in Atlantic City for 60 years. I hardly ever remember being sick from flu or colds during this time. But I have been living in Hammonton for three years now and have come to see many airplanes up in the sky that look like they are pulling a white cloudy line. I used to see planes in Atlantic City but they were pulling signs saying such as “eat at this place” or something. But the airplanes that I see up in Hammonton are just making white lines that say nothing. For the last month I feel like I am fighting a cold and my body feels like it has aged 100 years, and nothing that my doctor gives me takes it away. I am afraid now to go outside and feel like I need to sit inside my screened in porch, if I feel that brave. I am 63 years old and I know that are not clouds, I know the difference. I have to go now to the laundry because when I need to do my clothes, I don’t want them drying outside in this stuff, so it’s off to a hot sticky Laundromat where I now must pay money to dry them. I never knew about computers until my friend Mark recently got his. He showed me how he looked things up and printed pages last night and I read them, that are all about the subject of these trails. I think this entire thing is fucked up and disgusting and that something should be done about it by someone in authority. It makes no sense to me why they just keep sending these airplanes out making these ugly things and making people get sicker and sicker, and it makes no sense to me nor my buddy Mark why the government would be doing this and covering it up on top of it, when they need us tax payers busy and healthy to work at our jobs. My last words are FUCK YOU ALL, I do not care if U come 2 my door, as I still say Fuck You and your airplanes, and I’ll say it 2 your face“!!!!!!!!!!
Ann says she is ready 2 get a small computer also, and start her own blog. She has many friends in Atlantic City, and most of the older generation police force down there were babysat by her, they were in cribs in diapers when she was paid by their momma’s for sitting, she also is in tight with a powerful motor cycle gang that will not B named 4 right now. Here is a major thing that I must tell UB4I sign out today, one of the big wigs in this gang was there with me last night, big G will B what I call him, a really great cool dude, I met him at the Commerce Bank of Atlantic City, not long ago. I tried to off myself last night, and they brought me back 2 life and he was there telling me they were going to put some huge beat downs on some people that R making Ann’s and my lives, endlessly fucking miserable. I am telling a dream, not making a threat, but nonetheless it is truth.
Google and Swiss, and KSWL, take me out of this mess please and destroy the MILITUFORCE BRIGGBASE SYSTEM, B4 both Ann and I forever lose what little sanity that we have left.
End transmission.
Labels: ALIENS AND UFO SUPERNATURAL DREAMS MILLIONTH COUNCIL BERMUDA TRIANGLE, government persecution and cover ups
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
PLEASE LET ME STAY HOME WITH U STACEY
PLEASE LET ME STAY HOME WITH U STACEY 052808.040 Wednesday MOURNING early The Millionth Council and Me, The Epitome Harassment, Internet Version
Which is more fragile, a garden of tulips or the heart of a lover? 4 the tulips when ignored will still grow, and from them, more tulips will come out from the Earth, but the lover when ignored will become broken hearted and whither away, hence creating only sand of sadness from deep within, that causes only tear and heartache shoots 2 forever sprout up and grow.
When U sang the end of LOIS FOCA, RU not forgetting that I am merely obeying the wishes and commandments 2 your THAT BOY? One of these ten great writings on the rocks of Moses says to respect and honor the 2 life givers of our unique personalities here on the MW. Your mother the great goddess Mariena Carlittia Krassle told me to get away, and I was forced 2 honor your parents. I know more wanted 2 walk away from U in that interaction than a sane man would wish 2 remain under a truck for a year and remain conscious. What more can I do. This tool U gave me is just that, a tool. It is controlled by 666,666 entities from the Sahasra Dal Kanwal Majority and the 333,334 entities residing at the Briggbase. This mighty council has taken over all of our world and given mortals electronics, just as U said but was misunderstood, that fantastic claim that U made that “knowledge would increase in the end times”. This is the knowledge of electronics. I can do no more. Please permit me 2 leave this mortal world now, I just cannot take it any longer. No one will listen to me or believe a thing that I say. 2 the MW, Mountainpen is the lunatic of the millennium. Except 4 one very highly enlightened soul, I am a joke and the laugh is on me, it is a bigger laugh than the entire “3 stooges”, in fact just call me the [4th-STOOGE]. I was a fool and a stooge 2 even attempt this ridiculous project. I am moving away 2 Guatemala and will live in peace where the dirt ball Wright Patterson Club will not B able 2 so easily inflict endless fucking pain and agony on me. If U really cared about THAT BOY, my giant Ocean Liner Flyer, U would let me die, 2-night. No more laser tracing or LT’s or Lazarus Tricks. I could tell the mortal world precisely how this thing works, and I know U have recently done this twice on the Mortal World, and 4 reasons pertaining 2 Morianity. I will serve U forever and love U forever, but please let me out of here GREAT ONE. I will never tell the things that I know must remain sealed up. The temptation is powerful, as it is really is so simple, man all ready possess the necessary technology. I spent the night reading chem trail sites on your great internet, and know that your cousin Goddess Diana said it all, THERE IS NO STOPPING THEM NOW. Please let me die and out of here, thank U GREAT SSJKK. I just tried to post this and am getting major hacked out by the fucking MAJOR COUNCIL what else is SOSO new??????
Well let me try a re-post to the Blogger site, and I am getting a super hack, the machine is fucking up super fucking time.
Swiss and World Labs, my ride to the base on the big air ship is around the corner, I should not feel the down time in death.
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 10:38 PM No comments: Which is more fragile, a garden of tulips or the heart of a lover? 4 the tulips when ignored will still grow, and from them, more tulips will come out from the Earth, but the lover when ignored will become broken hearted and whither away, hence creating only sand of sadness from deep within, that causes only tear and heartache shoots 2 forever sprout up and grow.
When U sang the end of LOIS FOCA, RU not forgetting that I am merely obeying the wishes and commandments 2 your THAT BOY? One of these ten great writings on the rocks of Moses says to respect and honor the 2 life givers of our unique personalities here on the MW. Your mother the great goddess Mariena Carlittia Krassle told me to get away, and I was forced 2 honor your parents. I know more wanted 2 walk away from U in that interaction than a sane man would wish 2 remain under a truck for a year and remain conscious. What more can I do. This tool U gave me is just that, a tool. It is controlled by 666,666 entities from the Sahasra Dal Kanwal Majority and the 333,334 entities residing at the Briggbase. This mighty council has taken over all of our world and given mortals electronics, just as U said but was misunderstood, that fantastic claim that U made that “knowledge would increase in the end times”. This is the knowledge of electronics. I can do no more. Please permit me 2 leave this mortal world now, I just cannot take it any longer. No one will listen to me or believe a thing that I say. 2 the MW, Mountainpen is the lunatic of the millennium. Except 4 one very highly enlightened soul, I am a joke and the laugh is on me, it is a bigger laugh than the entire “3 stooges”, in fact just call me the [4th-STOOGE]. I was a fool and a stooge 2 even attempt this ridiculous project. I am moving away 2 Guatemala and will live in peace where the dirt ball Wright Patterson Club will not B able 2 so easily inflict endless fucking pain and agony on me. If U really cared about THAT BOY, my giant Ocean Liner Flyer, U would let me die, 2-night. No more laser tracing or LT’s or Lazarus Tricks. I could tell the mortal world precisely how this thing works, and I know U have recently done this twice on the Mortal World, and 4 reasons pertaining 2 Morianity. I will serve U forever and love U forever, but please let me out of here GREAT ONE. I will never tell the things that I know must remain sealed up. The temptation is powerful, as it is really is so simple, man all ready possess the necessary technology. I spent the night reading chem trail sites on your great internet, and know that your cousin Goddess Diana said it all, THERE IS NO STOPPING THEM NOW. Please let me die and out of here, thank U GREAT SSJKK. I just tried to post this and am getting major hacked out by the fucking MAJOR COUNCIL what else is SOSO new??????
Well let me try a re-post to the Blogger site, and I am getting a super hack, the machine is fucking up super fucking time.
Swiss and World Labs, my ride to the base on the big air ship is around the corner, I should not feel the down time in death.
Labels: ALIENS AND UFO SUPERNATURAL DREAMS MILLIONTH COUNCIL BERMUDA TRIANGLE
Monday, May 26, 2008
MY HOLIDAY/HELLIDAY CURSE
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/BOOK/BLOG/ MY HOLIDAY/HELLIDAY CURSE DATFILE 0526.694.72
I tried to type in the title on my word/works document and it would not allow me, it is my computer, Y would it not allow a particular file name unless I am correct 2 begin with, and the computer along with all electronics everywhere, IS the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, now it would make sense, as they 4 sure do not want me 2 write about what I am about 2 write about. This is the 2nd or 3rd title that I attempted using since the purchase of this computer by me, that the ‘system’ of programs inside of programs, a MC-Machine-Matrix of software telling everything what 2 and what not 2 do, that said no to me, Doctor Startrek Daystrum Emfive. . So I typed in for the word file system, “nameless” just 2 keep the Gates-Ruled System happy, and placed the title that I wish 2 freaking give my new blog onto the document, screw U. They do not want me, the MICK, and what the church calls and has called 4 thousands of years, DEMONIC INFLUENCE AND FORCES AND POWERS FROM SATAN, whom I personally know as Apollo-Lucifer, the brother of Diana ZA, to discuss holidays and Y these freaking stick lickers pummel me so on them. First, whether I am totally or just partially correct in the explanation that now will B publicly given 2 the world via the great interconnected-networking of this multimedia system, the undisputed fact still remains and that is ladies and lads, that I AM PUMMELED ON AND AROUND ALL LEGAL AMERICAN AND RELIGIOUS HLIDAYS, and that this has been ongoing with my nightmare problem/situation, since it began on the 15th of rotten August of the MW AD year of 1986, while I was residing at the great 1931 Route 70 West, in the world renown CHERRY HILL, NJUSAESMWG, as mister Ronald Reagan personally classified as a very wealthy municipality, and is home to the great spider and snakes hater of the 1970,s as well as numerous other world celebrities. I was playing professional roulette in Atlantic City in the casinos in 1986, sort of as Resorts Mary MICK Paint Carter says themselves, WHERE IT ALL BEGAN. Central Intelligent Agency and National Security Agency have been running all facets of United States gambling in a triple top secret study of its effect on the security of the nation, but much more darker sides 2 their involvement and connections with this also exists. We can move along at later times on these topics, but 4 the impatient, get into Googling all the pages on CONSPERACY THEORY until U get past all of the SOSO Kennedy’s and Oswald old boring stuff. This is all of major importance in the fullness of the goals and plans of the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, especially the one third of its evil group that reside on the Astral Plane’s mighty {BRIGGBASE}, and their plans 2 control a darker chapter that pertains to the interaction of them with the Earth’s population. They mean us no good at all, but the SDKM does, and that is what this, as mortals C this as, [spiritual war of good and evil] is in total truth, all about. Anyone with a contradictory statement to this absolute truth is a LIAR!!!!!!! I know what I know. Do I speak like other bloggers or persons on the net, or do I speak with an authority that U know deep down in your core gut being, verifies that indeed, I DO KNOW WHAT I CLAIM THAT I KNOW??????
Now 4 the holiday deal, it goes simply and truthfully as follows: My aunt Geraldine Snow, the wife of my mother’s brother, Stuart Mason, who was named Stuart by my grandmother, after a direct ancestor of his, Mary Stuart, the Queen of Scotland, a wonderful close friend on the astral plane with my best pal, Duma Argon, who has helped me fight this fight, mighty warrior and brave dude that he is, 4 countless infinite periods and eons, did a research project at the largest library within 80 miles in all directions of here home on top of a hill at 1208 Greentree Lane, in a suburb of Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, called Narberth. She diligently drove into the city and went to the large library near the great Rocky-Balboa Art Museum, until eventually completing a family genealogy project, and her time consuming research proved that indeed, her husband, and my uncle Stuart, was the direct descendant of Mary Stuart, Queen of Scotland. Later, much later, ma score of time later or a fifth century later, the average amount of time that a convicted murderer in the second degree serves in prison in the United States, or 20 years, along came my pal David Roth at the start of the nineteen nineties, no not the Van Hallan rock star, same name but that is like Goggling me up, and I do not even exist cyberspacially aniwho, but all sorts of other Mark Mohr’s around the area sure do and have very interesting lives 2 say the least. Aniwho again Female version of the mountains, and other Morians and Lessians, here was a high degreed Mason who was also my good friend, and had seen and witnessed my great suffering and sieges, for 7 years or so, ever since the very night that we had met at a department store in Woodbury Heights where the great Karen Levy psychic lives, Mrs. Durham who I had been searching 4 for sop long. We both were security officers, and he was with the company directly, Caldor Department Stores while I was contracted security from a private company. So he finally did the taboo thing, and took a chart of family lineage out of a very special lodge-hall that not a lot of Free Masons would ever have had access 2. This chart verifies and has been secretly kept and known only by those in the top world owned clubs, known as the Builderbergers and Scull and Crossbones, of the Harvard and Yale Universities. This is freaking secret and taboo information being sent up to these Blogger sits, but I have my rights, and I will exercise my right 2 free speech us long as it does not incite a threat 2 violence or a suggestion 2 violate law or B a traitor 2 this country, and I NEVER HAVE NOR WILL I DO THESE ABOVE MENTIONED THINGS, but U won’t shut me freaking up!!!! This chart proves that Mary Stuart of Scotland is a direct descendant of King David of the Judah tribes, established personally by the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, the All Mighty God of this planet and universe. No matter what else, she still is a 16 year old girl, and I could disappear forever if I had a real blogging audience 2 verify all that I say and know is true. She will always B and always has been my lovely special teen-queen. I don’t give a rats grass who doesn’t like this truth and doesn’t wish 2 hear it, change the channel, U can’t change the freaking reality/truth of the situation. Do I really need 2 explain Y spiritual wickedness in high places or the BRIGGVASE third of the great MILLIONTH COUNCIL is doing what they do 2 me, making my nightmare persecution far worse on holidays? My mother was technically murdered by this wicked viciousness and slime-sleaze the day after Christmas of 1997. This year when inverted was the greatest year for deal-making disco diva Donna Summer who made a deal with Brigger dirt holes passing themselves off as angels-of light, or Angela’s of Hair’s Twin dollars, go to http://www.morianity-foundation.com B4 it is 2 late and the entire site is destroyed, I know parts of the future that frighten me out of my freaking ever-loving mind bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!!! I have evidence that verified connections to things that if I went further into now and shot it up 2 blogging sites, I’d freaking B transported 2-night 2 Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. But yes, holidays R freaking trucking MURDER 4 pathetic whittle defenseless me. These bastards hate me and pour their vile demonic evil out on the son of the greatest Variagi Master ever 2 walk this miserable Stacey-forsaken pwanet. Get a book by Paul Twitchell called Stranger By The River, go up on http://www.amazon.com or http://www.borders.com or go there and get the book, and then join ECKANKAR, but do not tell them of me, as the present master and I have issues we R dealing with together on the Astral Plane, and it is none of the freaking mortal world’s business. Holidays will always B total HELL DAYS 4 me, nothing with me ever changes, throughout all freaking jagged off eternity, I go on forever suffering, without my Goddess SSJKK, here on this evil wicked awful terrible sin cursed world that most of U love and cherish so much in your ignorant foolishness.
How if I had some serious time, I would like 2 type on and publish more details today on phase-4 and how the Briggers force most of them 2 join them in a game of indescribable evil and shame. 4 right now just know that the 4th phase is a bit like the kids in the 60’s rebelling against the military draft into the Vietnam war. Some ran up north 2 Canada and others went 2 jail, and still others decided 2 go in and serve their nation in that unjust evil war. Never rag on Vietnam war vets, they did what they had 2 do, it was no comparison to the great 2 wars, the first and the second WORKD-WARS. Phase 4 beings astrally speaking R those that attempt 2 think their way into mortal life as something that would violate the way it has been set up 2 work by the hypersphere realm out beyond the locked infinity of the great thought world, the LAWTRON, from the 7th dimension. More on this later, but a simple close up on the subject is that the Lawtron control is inviolate and so what happens to entities that may B inadvertently attempting 2 come into mortal life by dreaming they r getting born, and then they will B a monster or a Dracula, or a Superman, such things that R forbidden in the programmed matrix lawtronically will automatically force the phase 2 astral entity to not enter as a normal baby born into phase three, but as a fictional character, inside some human phase 3 mortal man or woman’s imagination or fantasy. This is YU hear me repeat over and over again, that nothing can ever B made up or dreamed up, or imagined and fantasized. What U all mistakenly think is just this, is a far larger hidden and dark reality.
Today, as with Sunday, super siege goes on. Chem trails woke me up with a wicked sore throat, and R all over their evil skies, owned totally if U scripture by the BRIGGER’S, or as the bible terms, SATAN or THE DEVIL. Loud bike trash all over roaring all day long, aerial siege, and on and on, it is typical HELLIDAY SOSO 4 ME!!!!!!!! What the Dogtown HELL’SE IS NEW!!!!!!??????
GOOGLE AND SWIS AND WORLD LABS, BLA and BLA and BLA, copyright, U know, the whole deal, etcetera, etcetera.
Lots of twisters and earthquakes and storms and hurricanes will put a big dent in your ops, Brigger scuz, just wish so damn many innocents did not need get caught up in the crossfire of our invisible freaking endless war, on both planes of reality. War is Hell as my old pal Winston Churchill used 2 so adequately describe this stupid nonsense of mans; willful ignorance. U will B sorry BRIGGBASE DIRTBAGS!!!!!
End transmission, bwaby-wuv-Fudd.
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 3:15 PM No comments: I tried to type in the title on my word/works document and it would not allow me, it is my computer, Y would it not allow a particular file name unless I am correct 2 begin with, and the computer along with all electronics everywhere, IS the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, now it would make sense, as they 4 sure do not want me 2 write about what I am about 2 write about. This is the 2nd or 3rd title that I attempted using since the purchase of this computer by me, that the ‘system’ of programs inside of programs, a MC-Machine-Matrix of software telling everything what 2 and what not 2 do, that said no to me, Doctor Startrek Daystrum Emfive. . So I typed in for the word file system, “nameless” just 2 keep the Gates-Ruled System happy, and placed the title that I wish 2 freaking give my new blog onto the document, screw U. They do not want me, the MICK, and what the church calls and has called 4 thousands of years, DEMONIC INFLUENCE AND FORCES AND POWERS FROM SATAN, whom I personally know as Apollo-Lucifer, the brother of Diana ZA, to discuss holidays and Y these freaking stick lickers pummel me so on them. First, whether I am totally or just partially correct in the explanation that now will B publicly given 2 the world via the great interconnected-networking of this multimedia system, the undisputed fact still remains and that is ladies and lads, that I AM PUMMELED ON AND AROUND ALL LEGAL AMERICAN AND RELIGIOUS HLIDAYS, and that this has been ongoing with my nightmare problem/situation, since it began on the 15th of rotten August of the MW AD year of 1986, while I was residing at the great 1931 Route 70 West, in the world renown CHERRY HILL, NJUSAESMWG, as mister Ronald Reagan personally classified as a very wealthy municipality, and is home to the great spider and snakes hater of the 1970,s as well as numerous other world celebrities. I was playing professional roulette in Atlantic City in the casinos in 1986, sort of as Resorts Mary MICK Paint Carter says themselves, WHERE IT ALL BEGAN. Central Intelligent Agency and National Security Agency have been running all facets of United States gambling in a triple top secret study of its effect on the security of the nation, but much more darker sides 2 their involvement and connections with this also exists. We can move along at later times on these topics, but 4 the impatient, get into Googling all the pages on CONSPERACY THEORY until U get past all of the SOSO Kennedy’s and Oswald old boring stuff. This is all of major importance in the fullness of the goals and plans of the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, especially the one third of its evil group that reside on the Astral Plane’s mighty {BRIGGBASE}, and their plans 2 control a darker chapter that pertains to the interaction of them with the Earth’s population. They mean us no good at all, but the SDKM does, and that is what this, as mortals C this as, [spiritual war of good and evil] is in total truth, all about. Anyone with a contradictory statement to this absolute truth is a LIAR!!!!!!! I know what I know. Do I speak like other bloggers or persons on the net, or do I speak with an authority that U know deep down in your core gut being, verifies that indeed, I DO KNOW WHAT I CLAIM THAT I KNOW??????
Now 4 the holiday deal, it goes simply and truthfully as follows: My aunt Geraldine Snow, the wife of my mother’s brother, Stuart Mason, who was named Stuart by my grandmother, after a direct ancestor of his, Mary Stuart, the Queen of Scotland, a wonderful close friend on the astral plane with my best pal, Duma Argon, who has helped me fight this fight, mighty warrior and brave dude that he is, 4 countless infinite periods and eons, did a research project at the largest library within 80 miles in all directions of here home on top of a hill at 1208 Greentree Lane, in a suburb of Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, called Narberth. She diligently drove into the city and went to the large library near the great Rocky-Balboa Art Museum, until eventually completing a family genealogy project, and her time consuming research proved that indeed, her husband, and my uncle Stuart, was the direct descendant of Mary Stuart, Queen of Scotland. Later, much later, ma score of time later or a fifth century later, the average amount of time that a convicted murderer in the second degree serves in prison in the United States, or 20 years, along came my pal David Roth at the start of the nineteen nineties, no not the Van Hallan rock star, same name but that is like Goggling me up, and I do not even exist cyberspacially aniwho, but all sorts of other Mark Mohr’s around the area sure do and have very interesting lives 2 say the least. Aniwho again Female version of the mountains, and other Morians and Lessians, here was a high degreed Mason who was also my good friend, and had seen and witnessed my great suffering and sieges, for 7 years or so, ever since the very night that we had met at a department store in Woodbury Heights where the great Karen Levy psychic lives, Mrs. Durham who I had been searching 4 for sop long. We both were security officers, and he was with the company directly, Caldor Department Stores while I was contracted security from a private company. So he finally did the taboo thing, and took a chart of family lineage out of a very special lodge-hall that not a lot of Free Masons would ever have had access 2. This chart verifies and has been secretly kept and known only by those in the top world owned clubs, known as the Builderbergers and Scull and Crossbones, of the Harvard and Yale Universities. This is freaking secret and taboo information being sent up to these Blogger sits, but I have my rights, and I will exercise my right 2 free speech us long as it does not incite a threat 2 violence or a suggestion 2 violate law or B a traitor 2 this country, and I NEVER HAVE NOR WILL I DO THESE ABOVE MENTIONED THINGS, but U won’t shut me freaking up!!!! This chart proves that Mary Stuart of Scotland is a direct descendant of King David of the Judah tribes, established personally by the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, the All Mighty God of this planet and universe. No matter what else, she still is a 16 year old girl, and I could disappear forever if I had a real blogging audience 2 verify all that I say and know is true. She will always B and always has been my lovely special teen-queen. I don’t give a rats grass who doesn’t like this truth and doesn’t wish 2 hear it, change the channel, U can’t change the freaking reality/truth of the situation. Do I really need 2 explain Y spiritual wickedness in high places or the BRIGGVASE third of the great MILLIONTH COUNCIL is doing what they do 2 me, making my nightmare persecution far worse on holidays? My mother was technically murdered by this wicked viciousness and slime-sleaze the day after Christmas of 1997. This year when inverted was the greatest year for deal-making disco diva Donna Summer who made a deal with Brigger dirt holes passing themselves off as angels-of light, or Angela’s of Hair’s Twin dollars, go to http://www.morianity-foundation.com B4 it is 2 late and the entire site is destroyed, I know parts of the future that frighten me out of my freaking ever-loving mind bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!!! I have evidence that verified connections to things that if I went further into now and shot it up 2 blogging sites, I’d freaking B transported 2-night 2 Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. But yes, holidays R freaking trucking MURDER 4 pathetic whittle defenseless me. These bastards hate me and pour their vile demonic evil out on the son of the greatest Variagi Master ever 2 walk this miserable Stacey-forsaken pwanet. Get a book by Paul Twitchell called Stranger By The River, go up on http://www.amazon.com or http://www.borders.com or go there and get the book, and then join ECKANKAR, but do not tell them of me, as the present master and I have issues we R dealing with together on the Astral Plane, and it is none of the freaking mortal world’s business. Holidays will always B total HELL DAYS 4 me, nothing with me ever changes, throughout all freaking jagged off eternity, I go on forever suffering, without my Goddess SSJKK, here on this evil wicked awful terrible sin cursed world that most of U love and cherish so much in your ignorant foolishness.
How if I had some serious time, I would like 2 type on and publish more details today on phase-4 and how the Briggers force most of them 2 join them in a game of indescribable evil and shame. 4 right now just know that the 4th phase is a bit like the kids in the 60’s rebelling against the military draft into the Vietnam war. Some ran up north 2 Canada and others went 2 jail, and still others decided 2 go in and serve their nation in that unjust evil war. Never rag on Vietnam war vets, they did what they had 2 do, it was no comparison to the great 2 wars, the first and the second WORKD-WARS. Phase 4 beings astrally speaking R those that attempt 2 think their way into mortal life as something that would violate the way it has been set up 2 work by the hypersphere realm out beyond the locked infinity of the great thought world, the LAWTRON, from the 7th dimension. More on this later, but a simple close up on the subject is that the Lawtron control is inviolate and so what happens to entities that may B inadvertently attempting 2 come into mortal life by dreaming they r getting born, and then they will B a monster or a Dracula, or a Superman, such things that R forbidden in the programmed matrix lawtronically will automatically force the phase 2 astral entity to not enter as a normal baby born into phase three, but as a fictional character, inside some human phase 3 mortal man or woman’s imagination or fantasy. This is YU hear me repeat over and over again, that nothing can ever B made up or dreamed up, or imagined and fantasized. What U all mistakenly think is just this, is a far larger hidden and dark reality.
Today, as with Sunday, super siege goes on. Chem trails woke me up with a wicked sore throat, and R all over their evil skies, owned totally if U scripture by the BRIGGER’S, or as the bible terms, SATAN or THE DEVIL. Loud bike trash all over roaring all day long, aerial siege, and on and on, it is typical HELLIDAY SOSO 4 ME!!!!!!!! What the Dogtown HELL’SE IS NEW!!!!!!??????
GOOGLE AND SWIS AND WORLD LABS, BLA and BLA and BLA, copyright, U know, the whole deal, etcetera, etcetera.
Lots of twisters and earthquakes and storms and hurricanes will put a big dent in your ops, Brigger scuz, just wish so damn many innocents did not need get caught up in the crossfire of our invisible freaking endless war, on both planes of reality. War is Hell as my old pal Winston Churchill used 2 so adequately describe this stupid nonsense of mans; willful ignorance. U will B sorry BRIGGBASE DIRTBAGS!!!!!
End transmission, bwaby-wuv-Fudd.
Labels: ALIENS AND UFO SUPERNATURAL DREAMS MILLIONTH COUNCIL BERMUDA TRIANGLE, government persecution and cover ups
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Getting Worse Every Day and Year
GETTING WORSE EVERY DAY & YEAR Datfile 052608.018.47 BLOG/BOOK/TEOHIV/TIMCAM Monday Mourning, not misspelled, shall we Begin our transmission, B braced:
I know it is nothing new nor unusual 4 me 2 say that a particular weekend is the very worse 1 that I ever had, but let me feel better and say it again, pweeeeeze!!!! It was off the scale DOGTOWN or HELL at my job, U would never believe it so Y harp on with it?????? The trucking boss is a total lick in the grass murk cough slit head who comes in even on a holiday scum ball Sunday just 2 freaking ride my rear end and mess the hell with me, a total idiot and a demigod who is totally convinced that he eliminates gold bar defecation and people like me R just around 2 play with and hurt 4 no other reason than because he thinks it’s freaking so. I was wrong about the girl that I mentioned however a week back, she is not rich, another famous fake rumor that people with toilet brains love 2 start just because their mother raised up a pig!!!!! Anyone that is purposefully malicious and hurtful and wants 2 C innocents suffer and B injured, is a total rat pig snot times ten to the 40th exfreakingponent. I am not available, rich or poor, sahwee, my life is total hell and no one with 1% of a mind would desire 2 share it with me, bwewieve me bwaby-wuv!!! I would B doing U a serious disfavor so go mess with other dudes that will B interested, I’m NOT.
Chem trails were horrific, they stopped while I posted morning blogs, only 2 freaking return 10 times freaking work as soon as I was on post, along with biker scum everywhere, and I never would use racial slurs, this was a typo or hack twice or so in recent prior blogging texts. Between the vicious grass mole boss and horrendous sky persecution, and the bikes, and being back out in the elements as I detest the sun, it is Y we all R here suffering in the first place no matter how Um may wish 2C the mortal world illusion. Told U Gina, that this would B a freaking monstrous day 4 me, and I was right on the freaking $$$$.
Yes, Maiena-Carlittia red and white Krassle, I will not bother your daughter, just want the mortal world 2 know I ain’t as dumb as I look and I have figured out what happened after the 12th of miserable 1970 July that late night on the public transit bus heading towards Oaklyn, N JUSAESMWG, after she got off at the Main Street t Pleasantville waterworks at Aunt Vicki’s scum bag place. It doesn’t really take smarts, symbolism is a reality and when 100 things start coming together, a basic equation says that the odds 4 all of it 2 just B coincidental would become millions to one against, I do not play high odds paly, not when personal magnetics or MW term ‘luck’ 4 me perpetually runs 30-40% normal in long running pay. I know how to combine primary 2 secondary colors and how 2 get basic Googled information that is public, and how the name Martino is pronounced a ways south of the border, and that on the Astral Plane the pronunciation of the Earth English word MAR-TEE-NO, actually becomes in the Olympian Province, {MARIENA AND NEPTUNE}, this is gospel truth, I know that NEE and STAY are the exact same thing out there, and some learned theologians know quite well the term “JEHOV/AH NEECY. I godsdamn know what I know, it is not a bunch of mule slop BRO!!!!! The day U chased me away after she promised 2 marry me, U caused me 2 suffer a hell and torment beyond what any Dogtownite could ever feel and know, MAM!!!!!!!!!! I can only hope 2 exact my revenge by telling stuff that is taboo 4 human mortals 2 know, so let me freaking start with this one. First, sorry Harold but time and this world will B here way beyond 2011, you’ll C. Moving on now further, as will the world, the sixth dimension Mizz Mick-COO, of the fifth and all other MW’ers, is sort of like a piece of string let us say a yard in length, making a perfect circle on your living room floor. Now put a dot every quarter inch on this completed looking string with a black color magic marker. This is now a good visualization of what World Lab up in the 22 nineties terms, a THOUGHT CURVE CYCLE or TCC. The circle of string 2 a microbe on your carpet inside of this, will never B able 2 perceive a limited diametric boundary. On the outside 2 a person sitting on a couch staring down at it on the floor, UC the entire circle and the dots. The microbe’s perception is bow the point of issue. An unlimited amount of dots that run forever in two opposing directions R all that ever can B realized to the microbe’s frame of reference, and these dots are a wavelength that is a sort of energy that psychologists and neurologists and other knowledgeable professionals would agree on the term of a THOUGHT. This, now remember is one thought, and in the entire looping upline and downline system that exists in the inner small dimensionality of the being-ness of this energy-thought is one SDE or SIXTH DIMENSIONAL ENTITY. This one that currently is making all of us and God herself, all B what it is, has nothing to do with any of the other 6th dimensional entities in separate being-ness, but just as lower dimensional life all interacts together, so do SDE’s, in their realm, the {Sixth Dimension}. We will not even attempt 2 tackle all of this reality 2-night, as well as the varying layer type of thought energies that cause them 2 range in degree from totally 100o% conscious 2 totally 100% unconscious. I said it B4, and simply put now in reiteration, the being that reigning supreme and the all mighty deity, is an upline thought that is unconsciously interacting in her downline created world, the great SSJKK, my teen-queen, Sarah-Stacey. By our frame of reference here and forever, 4 us, it is her 16th birthday, and she is in total control, letting her parents totally believe astrally that indeed they R her parents, when they R not really, try telling Mister and Misses Krassle that of course, astrally. I have tried to tell both the mortal and the astral world the truth 4 endless vigintillions of countless freaking eons, with no success. And this endlessness will never alter, it is my intellectual property and infinite knowledge, that the phase 4 Brigger-Cultists ripped off 2 create the MATRIX MOVIES. I have discussed this over bugged power drain PK-Todd-FBI telephone lines as early as the freaking 19 seventies. I had equipment that absolutely verified the power drain was on the line starting as soon as I was old enough 2B out on my Irene Cara own!!!!!!! I have not started talking, this is so bare bones beginning, it is not runt-slapping funny. I will now enjoy a nice bowl of ice cream, and watch Mo and Larry and Curly slap each other around 4 an hour or so if MARY/female version, has not borrowed my videotape through Paula Kings E-BAY-E-CON-SYSTEM, this ‘will’ stand 4 electronic conveyer belt in about 25 years or so in many parts of the great hyperspace. Do not even go there, it is 2 amazing 2 discuss in the pre-Harold Camping-2011 days. U gotta love those eternal doomsday predictors, I have had fun smiling through it since the 1974 comet Ka-who-tek?????????
Google, SWIS, World Lab, bla-bla-bla, U know the freaking frill and it is all copyright protected, have a nice day/ END TRAN.
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 10:30 PM No comments: I know it is nothing new nor unusual 4 me 2 say that a particular weekend is the very worse 1 that I ever had, but let me feel better and say it again, pweeeeeze!!!! It was off the scale DOGTOWN or HELL at my job, U would never believe it so Y harp on with it?????? The trucking boss is a total lick in the grass murk cough slit head who comes in even on a holiday scum ball Sunday just 2 freaking ride my rear end and mess the hell with me, a total idiot and a demigod who is totally convinced that he eliminates gold bar defecation and people like me R just around 2 play with and hurt 4 no other reason than because he thinks it’s freaking so. I was wrong about the girl that I mentioned however a week back, she is not rich, another famous fake rumor that people with toilet brains love 2 start just because their mother raised up a pig!!!!! Anyone that is purposefully malicious and hurtful and wants 2 C innocents suffer and B injured, is a total rat pig snot times ten to the 40th exfreakingponent. I am not available, rich or poor, sahwee, my life is total hell and no one with 1% of a mind would desire 2 share it with me, bwewieve me bwaby-wuv!!! I would B doing U a serious disfavor so go mess with other dudes that will B interested, I’m NOT.
Chem trails were horrific, they stopped while I posted morning blogs, only 2 freaking return 10 times freaking work as soon as I was on post, along with biker scum everywhere, and I never would use racial slurs, this was a typo or hack twice or so in recent prior blogging texts. Between the vicious grass mole boss and horrendous sky persecution, and the bikes, and being back out in the elements as I detest the sun, it is Y we all R here suffering in the first place no matter how Um may wish 2C the mortal world illusion. Told U Gina, that this would B a freaking monstrous day 4 me, and I was right on the freaking $$$$.
Yes, Maiena-Carlittia red and white Krassle, I will not bother your daughter, just want the mortal world 2 know I ain’t as dumb as I look and I have figured out what happened after the 12th of miserable 1970 July that late night on the public transit bus heading towards Oaklyn, N JUSAESMWG, after she got off at the Main Street t Pleasantville waterworks at Aunt Vicki’s scum bag place. It doesn’t really take smarts, symbolism is a reality and when 100 things start coming together, a basic equation says that the odds 4 all of it 2 just B coincidental would become millions to one against, I do not play high odds paly, not when personal magnetics or MW term ‘luck’ 4 me perpetually runs 30-40% normal in long running pay. I know how to combine primary 2 secondary colors and how 2 get basic Googled information that is public, and how the name Martino is pronounced a ways south of the border, and that on the Astral Plane the pronunciation of the Earth English word MAR-TEE-NO, actually becomes in the Olympian Province, {MARIENA AND NEPTUNE}, this is gospel truth, I know that NEE and STAY are the exact same thing out there, and some learned theologians know quite well the term “JEHOV/AH NEECY. I godsdamn know what I know, it is not a bunch of mule slop BRO!!!!! The day U chased me away after she promised 2 marry me, U caused me 2 suffer a hell and torment beyond what any Dogtownite could ever feel and know, MAM!!!!!!!!!! I can only hope 2 exact my revenge by telling stuff that is taboo 4 human mortals 2 know, so let me freaking start with this one. First, sorry Harold but time and this world will B here way beyond 2011, you’ll C. Moving on now further, as will the world, the sixth dimension Mizz Mick-COO, of the fifth and all other MW’ers, is sort of like a piece of string let us say a yard in length, making a perfect circle on your living room floor. Now put a dot every quarter inch on this completed looking string with a black color magic marker. This is now a good visualization of what World Lab up in the 22 nineties terms, a THOUGHT CURVE CYCLE or TCC. The circle of string 2 a microbe on your carpet inside of this, will never B able 2 perceive a limited diametric boundary. On the outside 2 a person sitting on a couch staring down at it on the floor, UC the entire circle and the dots. The microbe’s perception is bow the point of issue. An unlimited amount of dots that run forever in two opposing directions R all that ever can B realized to the microbe’s frame of reference, and these dots are a wavelength that is a sort of energy that psychologists and neurologists and other knowledgeable professionals would agree on the term of a THOUGHT. This, now remember is one thought, and in the entire looping upline and downline system that exists in the inner small dimensionality of the being-ness of this energy-thought is one SDE or SIXTH DIMENSIONAL ENTITY. This one that currently is making all of us and God herself, all B what it is, has nothing to do with any of the other 6th dimensional entities in separate being-ness, but just as lower dimensional life all interacts together, so do SDE’s, in their realm, the {Sixth Dimension}. We will not even attempt 2 tackle all of this reality 2-night, as well as the varying layer type of thought energies that cause them 2 range in degree from totally 100o% conscious 2 totally 100% unconscious. I said it B4, and simply put now in reiteration, the being that reigning supreme and the all mighty deity, is an upline thought that is unconsciously interacting in her downline created world, the great SSJKK, my teen-queen, Sarah-Stacey. By our frame of reference here and forever, 4 us, it is her 16th birthday, and she is in total control, letting her parents totally believe astrally that indeed they R her parents, when they R not really, try telling Mister and Misses Krassle that of course, astrally. I have tried to tell both the mortal and the astral world the truth 4 endless vigintillions of countless freaking eons, with no success. And this endlessness will never alter, it is my intellectual property and infinite knowledge, that the phase 4 Brigger-Cultists ripped off 2 create the MATRIX MOVIES. I have discussed this over bugged power drain PK-Todd-FBI telephone lines as early as the freaking 19 seventies. I had equipment that absolutely verified the power drain was on the line starting as soon as I was old enough 2B out on my Irene Cara own!!!!!!! I have not started talking, this is so bare bones beginning, it is not runt-slapping funny. I will now enjoy a nice bowl of ice cream, and watch Mo and Larry and Curly slap each other around 4 an hour or so if MARY/female version, has not borrowed my videotape through Paula Kings E-BAY-E-CON-SYSTEM, this ‘will’ stand 4 electronic conveyer belt in about 25 years or so in many parts of the great hyperspace. Do not even go there, it is 2 amazing 2 discuss in the pre-Harold Camping-2011 days. U gotta love those eternal doomsday predictors, I have had fun smiling through it since the 1974 comet Ka-who-tek?????????
Google, SWIS, World Lab, bla-bla-bla, U know the freaking frill and it is all copyright protected, have a nice day/ END TRAN.
Labels: ALIENS AND UFO SUPERNATURAL DREAMS MILLIONTH COUNCIL BERMUDA TRIANGLE
This Is Gonna B a Bad 1/TEOHIV/TIMCAM
A super nasty Milituforce chopper dove bombed my trailer at minutes shy of one this afternoon. The chem trails hurt my bowels, for the ninth million times in 22 years or so. This is going 2B freaking grass mole bad, and I have an eight hour outside hell-shift to face.
New Jersey State Police, if I am found dead on the property, UR responsible, I never C a damn cop any more, no one is doing a thing 2 lift a damn finger with my problem with MC-MO. Well, next week there won’t B any prisoners taken, and new wild fires R gonna start that’ll make U wish U hadn’t hurt me this freaking bad this week end, bwaby-wuv!!!! Also next week, we will delve lots deeper into what the 6th dimension is, who better said, who ‘they’ R. U won’t get it, but it WILL B out there, and MC-MO can kit a heavy white brick 4 all I care.
I told U some of the future indirectly, and much of it I try 2 change by applying anti-credibility technology. As I type that Milituforce dirt hole chopper is out there zeroing in a bit, I hear the noisy trucking B word. I told U Green would leave the LO Show, and that the show was ready to droop its head and face the fate of all flesh. Here is exactly how it happens, unless the Manipulation Controlling Millionth Council, changes and alters what I all ready have seen. New York City has bad race riots and I have eluded in prior blogging text what ‘this author’s opinion’ is as 2 its cause, and the show attempts to help as it has in the past, by emulating many important issues and putting a positive spin on a bad world situation, as they countless have regarding 4 instance, the World Towers, and U all know who I claimed named this project when I wrote 2 an architect as a youth, another Samsonite suit case deal, but that’s cool, pretty damn cool really, but back on pernt mister Bunker-Queen. The shows final episode was or should I say will B, when Lt. Van Buren gets shot on the street during these riots while attempting 2 direct the officers and detectives under her command. At the very end, unlike Cromwell/Moore/Green, she dies in the hospital, and it is a very sad episode. Well nothing lasts forever as Diana Ross would say so well, not even pretty detectives like the beauty queen, roses, Rosses, television shows that all eventually go the way of 50 year Lawrence Welk, which yesterday as always, no AC hot or cold or the shore, or the girl, not on super botbar Saturdays and weekends. Not even Van Buren. Now I have no power 2 stop the Phase-4 from altering what I all ready know is there, NOW. If they want to mess up a great final episode just to wreck my credibility, go right ahead.
Next week, I will tell more on many TRIP)S that I have taken in this mortal lifetime as me, through space and time, and just how real it all is and how it \has effected many people. 4 now, if I am murdered B4 Monday, the murderers on my dying utterance which this document indeed is officially as I believe I am in grave freaking danger, and who ever know s whether I have finished the job that SSJKK has me doing and if I have, here will not B a retrace. I will B dead, and TP, SR, SR, CO, MO, MO, and other listings on prior blogging texts need B investigated by officials that R in authority. Small word, huh, computer technicians and landlords and residences, and big cities, and MO’s, and SR’s, gash, U godda admit it’s far out there man!!!! One of my trips was interrupted by my boob neighbor, and still the great queen remembers it, what do U know! Lawtrons R powerful realities, so careful, I know the fence up there well, but don’t wanna lose U all over again. Yeah, I’m kinda mad at U 4 doing all of this 2 me, U know, endless games, and then I remember the rainbow after I begged U2 blow out the Philadelphia Broad Street Bullies. And all is forgiven, I am happy just 2 know U’re there. I never thought U’d remember, but I know that U did. Next week, I am telling huge secrets about the Briggbase, and I need the good two thirds of your wise and powerful council 2 help me 2 do it right. I know I am on an important mission, and will carry it out with no pun intended, no matter what it takes. Nothing has changed nor will it since I told your cool cousin how great UR. BYE-Bye my GREAT RULING QUEEN!!!!!!!!
GOOGLE and not one time ten to the 99th power, SATELLITE WORLD INTERCONNECT SYSTEM, and the great wise souls yet unborn of the WORLD LABS, this is a legal document, plus a dying man’s utterance and declaration. It is also sword voluntarily as a statement of fact and truth, total absolute truth without omissions nor deletions. This all is copyrighted intellectual property, 2008 AD, Michael Mountainpen, one and the same with Mark Wayne Mohr of Cranberryville/Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. EVIL BRIGGER CULT, BURN IN FIRE LIKE A 1969 SONG, also copyrighted and written by me, MM/MM. Yummy or yuk, oh well, it is truth, like ot or snot bwaby-wuv Elmer Fudd. Where RU STATE AND LOCAL POLICE, if they get me, my blood will B on your hands, ain’t no doubt about that or Lennie and Miss Chilly!!!
END TRANSMISSIONIO.
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 11:35 AM No comments: New Jersey State Police, if I am found dead on the property, UR responsible, I never C a damn cop any more, no one is doing a thing 2 lift a damn finger with my problem with MC-MO. Well, next week there won’t B any prisoners taken, and new wild fires R gonna start that’ll make U wish U hadn’t hurt me this freaking bad this week end, bwaby-wuv!!!! Also next week, we will delve lots deeper into what the 6th dimension is, who better said, who ‘they’ R. U won’t get it, but it WILL B out there, and MC-MO can kit a heavy white brick 4 all I care.
I told U some of the future indirectly, and much of it I try 2 change by applying anti-credibility technology. As I type that Milituforce dirt hole chopper is out there zeroing in a bit, I hear the noisy trucking B word. I told U Green would leave the LO Show, and that the show was ready to droop its head and face the fate of all flesh. Here is exactly how it happens, unless the Manipulation Controlling Millionth Council, changes and alters what I all ready have seen. New York City has bad race riots and I have eluded in prior blogging text what ‘this author’s opinion’ is as 2 its cause, and the show attempts to help as it has in the past, by emulating many important issues and putting a positive spin on a bad world situation, as they countless have regarding 4 instance, the World Towers, and U all know who I claimed named this project when I wrote 2 an architect as a youth, another Samsonite suit case deal, but that’s cool, pretty damn cool really, but back on pernt mister Bunker-Queen. The shows final episode was or should I say will B, when Lt. Van Buren gets shot on the street during these riots while attempting 2 direct the officers and detectives under her command. At the very end, unlike Cromwell/Moore/Green, she dies in the hospital, and it is a very sad episode. Well nothing lasts forever as Diana Ross would say so well, not even pretty detectives like the beauty queen, roses, Rosses, television shows that all eventually go the way of 50 year Lawrence Welk, which yesterday as always, no AC hot or cold or the shore, or the girl, not on super botbar Saturdays and weekends. Not even Van Buren. Now I have no power 2 stop the Phase-4 from altering what I all ready know is there, NOW. If they want to mess up a great final episode just to wreck my credibility, go right ahead.
Next week, I will tell more on many TRIP)S that I have taken in this mortal lifetime as me, through space and time, and just how real it all is and how it \has effected many people. 4 now, if I am murdered B4 Monday, the murderers on my dying utterance which this document indeed is officially as I believe I am in grave freaking danger, and who ever know s whether I have finished the job that SSJKK has me doing and if I have, here will not B a retrace. I will B dead, and TP, SR, SR, CO, MO, MO, and other listings on prior blogging texts need B investigated by officials that R in authority. Small word, huh, computer technicians and landlords and residences, and big cities, and MO’s, and SR’s, gash, U godda admit it’s far out there man!!!! One of my trips was interrupted by my boob neighbor, and still the great queen remembers it, what do U know! Lawtrons R powerful realities, so careful, I know the fence up there well, but don’t wanna lose U all over again. Yeah, I’m kinda mad at U 4 doing all of this 2 me, U know, endless games, and then I remember the rainbow after I begged U2 blow out the Philadelphia Broad Street Bullies. And all is forgiven, I am happy just 2 know U’re there. I never thought U’d remember, but I know that U did. Next week, I am telling huge secrets about the Briggbase, and I need the good two thirds of your wise and powerful council 2 help me 2 do it right. I know I am on an important mission, and will carry it out with no pun intended, no matter what it takes. Nothing has changed nor will it since I told your cool cousin how great UR. BYE-Bye my GREAT RULING QUEEN!!!!!!!!
GOOGLE and not one time ten to the 99th power, SATELLITE WORLD INTERCONNECT SYSTEM, and the great wise souls yet unborn of the WORLD LABS, this is a legal document, plus a dying man’s utterance and declaration. It is also sword voluntarily as a statement of fact and truth, total absolute truth without omissions nor deletions. This all is copyrighted intellectual property, 2008 AD, Michael Mountainpen, one and the same with Mark Wayne Mohr of Cranberryville/Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. EVIL BRIGGER CULT, BURN IN FIRE LIKE A 1969 SONG, also copyrighted and written by me, MM/MM. Yummy or yuk, oh well, it is truth, like ot or snot bwaby-wuv Elmer Fudd. Where RU STATE AND LOCAL POLICE, if they get me, my blood will B on your hands, ain’t no doubt about that or Lennie and Miss Chilly!!!
END TRANSMISSIONIO.
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quick new post friends
if i do not get kicked off the whittle box, if i do, screw it, bed time 4 me. commrnts not in regular mortal world way but i can read thoughts, bet on it. American Honda was the name of where i was when chem trails got their start, yes and i started it, not cause i wanted 2 believe me bro.
The technition that handles my computer with the store i got it from, happens 2 live right in the same judge frank rasso house in cranberryville as my friend ann silva lives, anyone who believes in coincidences and dismisses them as silly, is a fool of galactic size.Just like the millionth council things, i know the dates are not perfecxt 4U reincarnationalists, 3/27 and 7/12, but I kinda think the great SSJKK is not so weak that she cannot pull that off, if I can ever tell all of my story someday, U will all B eternally on a toilet reading my blog.
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 6:14 AM No comments: The technition that handles my computer with the store i got it from, happens 2 live right in the same judge frank rasso house in cranberryville as my friend ann silva lives, anyone who believes in coincidences and dismisses them as silly, is a fool of galactic size.Just like the millionth council things, i know the dates are not perfecxt 4U reincarnationalists, 3/27 and 7/12, but I kinda think the great SSJKK is not so weak that she cannot pull that off, if I can ever tell all of my story someday, U will all B eternally on a toilet reading my blog.
Labels: ALIENS AND UFO SUPERNATURAL DREAMS MILLIONTH COUNCIL BERMUDA TRIANGLE
Gotta Get Outta This Evil Empire
GOTTA GET OUTTA THIS EVIL EMPIRE DATFILE: 052508.341 in the book/blog/TEOHIV-TIMCAM MAY WE PWEEEEEZE BEGINNITH TRANSMISSIONITH????
I am under a vicious but normal weekend freaking aerial siege from dirt filth MO, MC-SCUM!!!!! Today is far worse, some yesterday, and the CHEM TRAIL skies of 2-day R major hyper super time off the freaking scale, all around CRANBERRYCAREYVILLE/HAMMONTON, HERE IN NJUSAESMWG.
This must B a short blog, but will not quite B a “SHORT BLOG” per se. I need a few hours off of the MW, and must swing around 4 my final misery-shift on my miserable freaking work post. Anyone that ‘cares’ with or without the ‘MC-Y’ 2C4 themselves and resides nearby, just look, Y would I make bull shit freaking up? They turn a beautiful blue sky into a filthy ugly poisoned grey junky mess that helps trap the CO-2 and hydrocarbons in the atmosphere, creating this greenhouse effect that is melting the polar ice caps. Many reasons 4 this U could argue and reason out amongst yourselves, I know that it all began in an autumn morning late in 1987, from a place in Mount Laurel, NJUSAESMWG, when I was on a security post there and telephoned the police 2 inquire what the distant tiny long lines were all about, going north 2 south over the area that now I know is Cranberrycareyville, as I live here in this miserable fucking century. They could not or WOULD NOT tell me a thing, naturally, but beginning the next day, these lines as though alive and sentient with a demonic life of their own, turned my way and came directly over me, and have been harassing and persefuckingcuting me ever since.
PHILLIES KEEP LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING, AND THEY WILL AS LIONG AS THE MC-MO TURDS HAVE MNE 2 ENDLESSLY PICK THE CHRIST ON AND INJURE!!!!!!
Google and Swis and KSWL, this is copyright Michael Mountainpen, it is the truth and the entire truth it is also nothing but the freaking truth, so help me GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, {GOD}.
END TRANSMISSION.
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 5:19 AM No comments: I am under a vicious but normal weekend freaking aerial siege from dirt filth MO, MC-SCUM!!!!! Today is far worse, some yesterday, and the CHEM TRAIL skies of 2-day R major hyper super time off the freaking scale, all around CRANBERRYCAREYVILLE/HAMMONTON, HERE IN NJUSAESMWG.
This must B a short blog, but will not quite B a “SHORT BLOG” per se. I need a few hours off of the MW, and must swing around 4 my final misery-shift on my miserable freaking work post. Anyone that ‘cares’ with or without the ‘MC-Y’ 2C4 themselves and resides nearby, just look, Y would I make bull shit freaking up? They turn a beautiful blue sky into a filthy ugly poisoned grey junky mess that helps trap the CO-2 and hydrocarbons in the atmosphere, creating this greenhouse effect that is melting the polar ice caps. Many reasons 4 this U could argue and reason out amongst yourselves, I know that it all began in an autumn morning late in 1987, from a place in Mount Laurel, NJUSAESMWG, when I was on a security post there and telephoned the police 2 inquire what the distant tiny long lines were all about, going north 2 south over the area that now I know is Cranberrycareyville, as I live here in this miserable fucking century. They could not or WOULD NOT tell me a thing, naturally, but beginning the next day, these lines as though alive and sentient with a demonic life of their own, turned my way and came directly over me, and have been harassing and persefuckingcuting me ever since.
PHILLIES KEEP LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING, AND THEY WILL AS LIONG AS THE MC-MO TURDS HAVE MNE 2 ENDLESSLY PICK THE CHRIST ON AND INJURE!!!!!!
Google and Swis and KSWL, this is copyright Michael Mountainpen, it is the truth and the entire truth it is also nothing but the freaking truth, so help me GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, {GOD}.
END TRANSMISSION.
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Never Ending Hacking on my TEOHIV/TIMCAM
I just shot up a blog that got all fucking hacked 2 hell. I was saying that Cranberryville was known locally here as HAMMONTON, here in NJUSAESMWG. Look what these dirt bag Millionth Council filth bags did to my blog, Melanie, forget your song, God asll ready got me good honey buns. U sure must B in with the damn 4ces. Now I am getting Kuntsill hacked again, someone put 13 cookies on my PC, and after I swept up the rug with their shit, they R attempting 2 kick me off this website, at approx. 22 past 9 at night Eastern Daylight time.Draft-Autosave keeps flashing, someone is hacking and I know it is the dirt ball council of scum. I was saying that they flew a chopper B4I exited Ann Silva’s pad, some planes were nasdty, ongoing now for three solid days. The chem trailing was viscious. The World Court at the Hague will B visited, I have a passport, I will fight all of U evil DEMONIC PRICKS 4 as lobnf
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 6:22 PMNo comments: Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, super-siege
Wednesday-Thursday-Friday-SUPER-SIEGE——-datfile 052380 with year-invert. BEGINNING TRANSMISSION of MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN’S COPPYRIGHTED BLOG. All blogs with this author’s name R the intellectual property and Copyright Claimant, in cooperation with the laws of the internet and co-shared copyright protections afforded to search engines and blogging websites.
Well fiends and friends, 4 three straight days now, I’ve been put through trucking major total super nightmare HELL. Tonight, this Helliday-Holiday weekend start, AS USUAL, is going right on freaking normal cue 4 me, all HELLIDAY/holidays R putrid 4 me, the evil wicked demonic MILLIONTH COUNCIL makes them super time bad 4 poor pathetic whittle me. After I left Ann Silva’s pad, chem trailing had just begun, and is very nasty all around the area of Cranberryville, NJUSAESMWG known by most simply as good-ol’, the chopper has all ready passed a few whirls while still at Ann’s, playing roulette with Hoyle poker chips, and teaching her opposite-shooter-roulette-play. Last night a startling event pucking occurred. A system that was averaging me around 40 units weekly 4 at least 15 weeks or so, crashed and runt slapping burned, losing me more than 400 flock ducking units between twelve minutes past 7 and 10 or just past at night. Starting 2 play the game at 7:12 was a very bad thing, but whatever caused this major system failure 2 occur, is a magnetic reality pertaining to the personal energies surrounding me verses the combined total energies of the universe both in my near as well as distant proximities. It amazed me that the evil MO or [MILITUFORCE-OTAMMITES] or the Earthly “bidding-doers” of the powerful MILLIONTH COUNCIL, upon putting me through such hell, and all else being wrong, and especially my greatest system crashing out on me, how the evil empire as I refer 2 them, only realized a SPLITPIRE yesterday with the Dow Jones up only a quarter buck, less than 25 points, and the Phillies managing to eek out a nice slim win. When one of the two events goes the Evil Empire’s way and the other one, in either direction, goes the Righteous Empire’s way for my way, this is what I have termed 4 nearly 2 decades now, a split-empire that shortens out in my Poor Richard/Russell book as SPLITPIRE. It has come 2 my attention, and details of this R strictly my own business, that a small few that wish 2 remain totally anonymous, and this is just fine with me, here on this MW, or what some call ‘our world’ or ‘this planet‘, have it any way U want, U know, the Shakespeare thing, the rose, any name, etc., but Aniwho HM and any others, some of this world’s entities or human beings, R starting 2 realize that literally trillions or more layers that R cosmically onion thin that make up every single one of everyone’s unique and individual thoughts, actually not only exist and in separate fields of energy, but that their complexities R so enormous that I could blog 4 centuries and never explain the story in a full and properly detailed elucidation. All of U everywhere, on thousands of separate layers of your thinking processes, know that virtually all the things claimed 2B true in all of my web-logging texts, by me, R in fact the total realities and truths of Y we all R here and where we all came from and R going, and the entire 27 feet, including who we R, who ‘they’ R, what is infinity, where do things end and begin, who and what is this GOD thing, and on and on. It happens at many various speeds, never ever quite the same, but just the reality of losing and regaining consciousness from the dreamshift never happens in the precise order of these numerous onion layer parts to the thought-world so 2 speak, 4I cannot really describe this better than 2 use that term. Words such as THOUGHT-WORLD and DREAM-WORLD, R indeed an extremely tricky wordage. For instance, the term “dream world” is used in esoteric literature such as many dream books, and paranormal text and literature as well, with no shortage. However, many dream books tell a symbolic ness that 4 example if U dreamt U were getting married, it means U will B attending a funeral, at least an old 60’s dream book made this claim that I still have a copy of tucked away somewhere. Hell, maybe the authors parents were miserable together and HE made this association, who am I judge him or tell U anything. I speak of things that I know/. I do indeed know what I know, and if I am unsure of a fact, I will do one of two things, shut up completely about it until I conduct more research and meditation about it., or simply give my limited opinions and admit that I am not totally sure of all of my facts pertaining 2 such and such an issue, there is no 3rd way that I do business, this is my candy store Nora, and this is indeed how I run it, cutie-pie. At this present time we will not even get into Mr. Hawks and his antique shop in Collinsport, MEUSAESMWG, Mr. Blair, nor Sarah’s great shop on Tennessee Avenue in good-ol’ Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. Let me just remain with the topic if I may regarding all of the layers in the unfathomably deep box of the mind and remind the few that have an earnest desire 2 learn and know and share truths, that I mean the box containing each thought, not the combined total of all of them. Some out there among me, do know that my mission of what I will now term and name {TWO AND TWO}, for the basic 2 years of blogging and then the following 2 months of not blogging B4 returning once again 2 blogging. They have studied the secret details 2 all of this, and know that my life indeed does contain mysteries with cosmic proportions, with no intention at all by this blog’s author at any time ever to speak in a braggadocio way, as again and in reiteration, bragging about existing in a never-ending HELL, would B the quintessential evidence of true absolute insanity. I do not wish to B interacting here in this hellish interaction 4 one single minper freaking longer, I am not a pain-enjoyer. I am sane. But back again onto the point, pweeeeeze!!!! Up front, no one believes in my far out stuff, especially when I tell U that I can totally and rationally prove with real life evidence that the Entertainment World or the Astral World Briggbase, the BRIGGERS 4 a shortened slang cult name that is used in their secret Earthly click, is literally and actually totally behind a plot 2 follow me around and use my physical mortal world life, and then to copy and paste it into their ‘programs’ and use this 2 make a total fortune and persecute me in a sort of a double bubble, as they first R indeed there around me moving into neighborhoods where I reside and getting employed in locations where I must work 4 a meager living. First 2 make the show real good, Mister TRUEMAN, the creators or the Brigger Cult must stage the wild events first while seeing this here in a mortal MW world order in the space-time continuum [STC]. I am under a major computer hack, and if it is U Pervy Ed, U can stop it, or go to jail, I am not kidding around with U ya damn slob, I will make one phone call 2 your parole officer, and U and your computer R right off 2 the freaking can pal. Knock it freaking off, JAG OFFICER. If it is the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, they will B very freaking sorry as well. Last night after their days of severe aerial persecution, I activated my MASOMA and U will C natural disasters and other stuff out your damn butts. U think U own this pwanet I think it was an Ed Him prick Cana attack, it was the margin messing again, making half of the right side document print disappear off of the damn page, U’ll B freaking sorry when super twisters rip through your grass hole. Ann and myself R convinced he is doing this, and if he is not, it better stop or he better let Ann know by telephone that it is not him, I will take him at his word, but do not ask me Y. I do not wanna put the fat prick into prison, but I have put several dudes in the past into the can, don’t mess with me!!!!!!!!
HURRICANES WILL SHOW LITTLE MERCY THIS SEASON BRO, AS WILL ALL STORMS, VOLCANOES AND TIDAL WAVES AND EARTHQUAKES, FLOODS, FAMINES, DROUGHTS, AND WILDFIRES, AND NO ONE CAN PROVE THAT MY SUPERNATURASL TECHNOPLOGIES R BEHIND DIDDLEY-AQUAT. If U want the stuff 2 tone down, I ask so damn little, LEAVE ME THE TRUCKING KIT ALONE YA LICK IN THE MOUTH KIT HEADS. WHO THE HECK DO U GRASS MOLES THINK UR picking on an innocent citizen who has never done spit-up-juice 2 any of U. I have been looking 2 find the great lady who was instrumental in locating the remains of my old classmate in the 5th and 7th and 8th grade in school, at the James Stoy Grammar and the Haddon Township High schools both in Haddon Township, New Jersey, United States of America, planet named Earth, in the Sol star system of the Milky Way Galaxy, or HTNJUSAESMWG. The entire time I was trying to locate her, and I will B e-mailing her soon, she was right under my nose, where I met my pal at the Caldor Department Store, in Woodbury Heights, NJUSAESMWG. Her last name is the last name of the neighbors I had while living in Atco, NJUSAESMWG when Mom and I rented together the Pliner home on Norris Avenue, a mile down the road from where Sally Starr was soon 2B living, and that I was 2 meet and become great friends with, all through meeting my business partner Paul Pedersen, and creating the STUDIO PAEK RECORD COMPANY. All of this was know about and predicted nearly a full half-decade B4, and discussed in my copyrighted book called ‘THE PERMISSION BARRIER’. Quickly back 2 thoughts, many R starting now on varying levels, 2 realize that my wild claims, weird and far out and outlandish as they indeed appear 2 sound, R not something 2 totally sneeze at. Much more on these thoughts or energy-waves of the 6th dimension at another time. First, a webcam private set up is gonna B installed so these hacks can B indeed proven and totally verified and said evidence can and will B taken to the FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION 4 REVIEW. I HAVE CIVIL RIGHTS. I HAVE HUMAN RIGHTS. I HAVE CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS. VIOALTE THEM AND SUFFER THE LEGAL FREAKING CONSEQUENCES, MILLIONTH COUNCIL, ASTRAL, AND HUMAN BID-DOERS!!!
Next week, Ann and I will begin our roulette OS method at the Jersey Casinos. Also I am sending my letter off to the AMERICAN CIVILK LIBERTIES UNION, AND along with the letter, a ton of audio and video tapes, documents, witness signed statements, the entire freaking ball of wax. U will B all very freaking sorry.
Things 2 Google up:” Millionth Council” “chem trails” “fascitar” Sites 2 visit, or stay uninformed and dumb:
http://www.morianity-foundation.com/
http://drunkenhive.blogspot.com/ My computer just goes right to the link and forms a hand when the mouse is pointed at these sites. If the sites do not allow this that I am blogging on, add 2 favorites or highlight and click, or cut and paste it into any place where a screen on another browser lets U do this, it works 4 me and I have a cheap little computer. B4 it really is 2 late, some one with clout better start taking this seriously. U can flag out my blogs if U wish but this is a strong warning, not a threat, just that I know what none of U do on a very surface and conscious thought layer and level. Right now the MC is happy 2 pour out all this rotten crap on me, and basically me only 4 the most part. This will change the very second that I figure out how 2 die. This means 2 die and remain dead. If U understood a technology called LAZARTRACE then U would know that I am speaking only the strongest greatest truths 3 all of humanity.
GOOGLE AND SATELLITE WORLD INTERCONNECT SYSTEM AND KS-WORLD LABORATORIES in the future, I know UR there, all of U, and this is a legal document, sworn truths under libel and perjury pains and penalties, my claims R that is is all total truth, and that not one omission nor one addition 2 these truths exists in these blog texts.
END TRANSMISSION.
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 5:28 PM No comments: Well fiends and friends, 4 three straight days now, I’ve been put through trucking major total super nightmare HELL. Tonight, this Helliday-Holiday weekend start, AS USUAL, is going right on freaking normal cue 4 me, all HELLIDAY/holidays R putrid 4 me, the evil wicked demonic MILLIONTH COUNCIL makes them super time bad 4 poor pathetic whittle me. After I left Ann Silva’s pad, chem trailing had just begun, and is very nasty all around the area of Cranberryville, NJUSAESMWG known by most simply as good-ol’, the chopper has all ready passed a few whirls while still at Ann’s, playing roulette with Hoyle poker chips, and teaching her opposite-shooter-roulette-play. Last night a startling event pucking occurred. A system that was averaging me around 40 units weekly 4 at least 15 weeks or so, crashed and runt slapping burned, losing me more than 400 flock ducking units between twelve minutes past 7 and 10 or just past at night. Starting 2 play the game at 7:12 was a very bad thing, but whatever caused this major system failure 2 occur, is a magnetic reality pertaining to the personal energies surrounding me verses the combined total energies of the universe both in my near as well as distant proximities. It amazed me that the evil MO or [MILITUFORCE-OTAMMITES] or the Earthly “bidding-doers” of the powerful MILLIONTH COUNCIL, upon putting me through such hell, and all else being wrong, and especially my greatest system crashing out on me, how the evil empire as I refer 2 them, only realized a SPLITPIRE yesterday with the Dow Jones up only a quarter buck, less than 25 points, and the Phillies managing to eek out a nice slim win. When one of the two events goes the Evil Empire’s way and the other one, in either direction, goes the Righteous Empire’s way for my way, this is what I have termed 4 nearly 2 decades now, a split-empire that shortens out in my Poor Richard/Russell book as SPLITPIRE. It has come 2 my attention, and details of this R strictly my own business, that a small few that wish 2 remain totally anonymous, and this is just fine with me, here on this MW, or what some call ‘our world’ or ‘this planet‘, have it any way U want, U know, the Shakespeare thing, the rose, any name, etc., but Aniwho HM and any others, some of this world’s entities or human beings, R starting 2 realize that literally trillions or more layers that R cosmically onion thin that make up every single one of everyone’s unique and individual thoughts, actually not only exist and in separate fields of energy, but that their complexities R so enormous that I could blog 4 centuries and never explain the story in a full and properly detailed elucidation. All of U everywhere, on thousands of separate layers of your thinking processes, know that virtually all the things claimed 2B true in all of my web-logging texts, by me, R in fact the total realities and truths of Y we all R here and where we all came from and R going, and the entire 27 feet, including who we R, who ‘they’ R, what is infinity, where do things end and begin, who and what is this GOD thing, and on and on. It happens at many various speeds, never ever quite the same, but just the reality of losing and regaining consciousness from the dreamshift never happens in the precise order of these numerous onion layer parts to the thought-world so 2 speak, 4I cannot really describe this better than 2 use that term. Words such as THOUGHT-WORLD and DREAM-WORLD, R indeed an extremely tricky wordage. For instance, the term “dream world” is used in esoteric literature such as many dream books, and paranormal text and literature as well, with no shortage. However, many dream books tell a symbolic ness that 4 example if U dreamt U were getting married, it means U will B attending a funeral, at least an old 60’s dream book made this claim that I still have a copy of tucked away somewhere. Hell, maybe the authors parents were miserable together and HE made this association, who am I judge him or tell U anything. I speak of things that I know/. I do indeed know what I know, and if I am unsure of a fact, I will do one of two things, shut up completely about it until I conduct more research and meditation about it., or simply give my limited opinions and admit that I am not totally sure of all of my facts pertaining 2 such and such an issue, there is no 3rd way that I do business, this is my candy store Nora, and this is indeed how I run it, cutie-pie. At this present time we will not even get into Mr. Hawks and his antique shop in Collinsport, MEUSAESMWG, Mr. Blair, nor Sarah’s great shop on Tennessee Avenue in good-ol’ Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. Let me just remain with the topic if I may regarding all of the layers in the unfathomably deep box of the mind and remind the few that have an earnest desire 2 learn and know and share truths, that I mean the box containing each thought, not the combined total of all of them. Some out there among me, do know that my mission of what I will now term and name {TWO AND TWO}, for the basic 2 years of blogging and then the following 2 months of not blogging B4 returning once again 2 blogging. They have studied the secret details 2 all of this, and know that my life indeed does contain mysteries with cosmic proportions, with no intention at all by this blog’s author at any time ever to speak in a braggadocio way, as again and in reiteration, bragging about existing in a never-ending HELL, would B the quintessential evidence of true absolute insanity. I do not wish to B interacting here in this hellish interaction 4 one single minper freaking longer, I am not a pain-enjoyer. I am sane. But back again onto the point, pweeeeeze!!!! Up front, no one believes in my far out stuff, especially when I tell U that I can totally and rationally prove with real life evidence that the Entertainment World or the Astral World Briggbase, the BRIGGERS 4 a shortened slang cult name that is used in their secret Earthly click, is literally and actually totally behind a plot 2 follow me around and use my physical mortal world life, and then to copy and paste it into their ‘programs’ and use this 2 make a total fortune and persecute me in a sort of a double bubble, as they first R indeed there around me moving into neighborhoods where I reside and getting employed in locations where I must work 4 a meager living. First 2 make the show real good, Mister TRUEMAN, the creators or the Brigger Cult must stage the wild events first while seeing this here in a mortal MW world order in the space-time continuum [STC]. I am under a major computer hack, and if it is U Pervy Ed, U can stop it, or go to jail, I am not kidding around with U ya damn slob, I will make one phone call 2 your parole officer, and U and your computer R right off 2 the freaking can pal. Knock it freaking off, JAG OFFICER. If it is the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, they will B very freaking sorry as well. Last night after their days of severe aerial persecution, I activated my MASOMA and U will C natural disasters and other stuff out your damn butts. U think U own this pwanet I think it was an Ed Him prick Cana attack, it was the margin messing again, making half of the right side document print disappear off of the damn page, U’ll B freaking sorry when super twisters rip through your grass hole. Ann and myself R convinced he is doing this, and if he is not, it better stop or he better let Ann know by telephone that it is not him, I will take him at his word, but do not ask me Y. I do not wanna put the fat prick into prison, but I have put several dudes in the past into the can, don’t mess with me!!!!!!!!
HURRICANES WILL SHOW LITTLE MERCY THIS SEASON BRO, AS WILL ALL STORMS, VOLCANOES AND TIDAL WAVES AND EARTHQUAKES, FLOODS, FAMINES, DROUGHTS, AND WILDFIRES, AND NO ONE CAN PROVE THAT MY SUPERNATURASL TECHNOPLOGIES R BEHIND DIDDLEY-AQUAT. If U want the stuff 2 tone down, I ask so damn little, LEAVE ME THE TRUCKING KIT ALONE YA LICK IN THE MOUTH KIT HEADS. WHO THE HECK DO U GRASS MOLES THINK UR picking on an innocent citizen who has never done spit-up-juice 2 any of U. I have been looking 2 find the great lady who was instrumental in locating the remains of my old classmate in the 5th and 7th and 8th grade in school, at the James Stoy Grammar and the Haddon Township High schools both in Haddon Township, New Jersey, United States of America, planet named Earth, in the Sol star system of the Milky Way Galaxy, or HTNJUSAESMWG. The entire time I was trying to locate her, and I will B e-mailing her soon, she was right under my nose, where I met my pal at the Caldor Department Store, in Woodbury Heights, NJUSAESMWG. Her last name is the last name of the neighbors I had while living in Atco, NJUSAESMWG when Mom and I rented together the Pliner home on Norris Avenue, a mile down the road from where Sally Starr was soon 2B living, and that I was 2 meet and become great friends with, all through meeting my business partner Paul Pedersen, and creating the STUDIO PAEK RECORD COMPANY. All of this was know about and predicted nearly a full half-decade B4, and discussed in my copyrighted book called ‘THE PERMISSION BARRIER’. Quickly back 2 thoughts, many R starting now on varying levels, 2 realize that my wild claims, weird and far out and outlandish as they indeed appear 2 sound, R not something 2 totally sneeze at. Much more on these thoughts or energy-waves of the 6th dimension at another time. First, a webcam private set up is gonna B installed so these hacks can B indeed proven and totally verified and said evidence can and will B taken to the FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION 4 REVIEW. I HAVE CIVIL RIGHTS. I HAVE HUMAN RIGHTS. I HAVE CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS. VIOALTE THEM AND SUFFER THE LEGAL FREAKING CONSEQUENCES, MILLIONTH COUNCIL, ASTRAL, AND HUMAN BID-DOERS!!!
Next week, Ann and I will begin our roulette OS method at the Jersey Casinos. Also I am sending my letter off to the AMERICAN CIVILK LIBERTIES UNION, AND along with the letter, a ton of audio and video tapes, documents, witness signed statements, the entire freaking ball of wax. U will B all very freaking sorry.
Things 2 Google up:” Millionth Council” “chem trails” “fascitar” Sites 2 visit, or stay uninformed and dumb:
http://www.morianity-foundation.com/
http://drunkenhive.blogspot.com/ My computer just goes right to the link and forms a hand when the mouse is pointed at these sites. If the sites do not allow this that I am blogging on, add 2 favorites or highlight and click, or cut and paste it into any place where a screen on another browser lets U do this, it works 4 me and I have a cheap little computer. B4 it really is 2 late, some one with clout better start taking this seriously. U can flag out my blogs if U wish but this is a strong warning, not a threat, just that I know what none of U do on a very surface and conscious thought layer and level. Right now the MC is happy 2 pour out all this rotten crap on me, and basically me only 4 the most part. This will change the very second that I figure out how 2 die. This means 2 die and remain dead. If U understood a technology called LAZARTRACE then U would know that I am speaking only the strongest greatest truths 3 all of humanity.
GOOGLE AND SATELLITE WORLD INTERCONNECT SYSTEM AND KS-WORLD LABORATORIES in the future, I know UR there, all of U, and this is a legal document, sworn truths under libel and perjury pains and penalties, my claims R that is is all total truth, and that not one omission nor one addition 2 these truths exists in these blog texts.
END TRANSMISSION.
Labels: ALIENS AND UFO SUPERNATURAL DREAMS MILLIONTH COUNCIL BERMUDA TRIANGLE, government persecution in leagueastral projection dreams paranormal aliens millionth council
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Millionth Council is torturing me, test two
I am under death siege this Thursday morning from Milituforce Otammscum. Crash level planes R repeatedly flying over the roof of my mobile home park at the Comcast Cable building here in Cranberryville-Hammonton-NJUSAESMWG.
U will B continuing 2 receive twisters and floods and storms and wildfires and earthquakes along with tidal waves and hurricanes and volcanoes. U have really asked 4 it bastards.
Ann and I will B starting an opposite-shooting-ass kicking in Atlantic City next week and I plan 2 quit that misery U prick sleaze put me through on weekends 4 minimum fucking wage and doghouse working conditions. The secrets I will start 2 let out on everything that the entire crooked fixed entertainment world has done 3 me 4 m3+ decades will all get told. Fuck all of U’s!!!!
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 8:16 AM No comments: U will B continuing 2 receive twisters and floods and storms and wildfires and earthquakes along with tidal waves and hurricanes and volcanoes. U have really asked 4 it bastards.
Ann and I will B starting an opposite-shooting-ass kicking in Atlantic City next week and I plan 2 quit that misery U prick sleaze put me through on weekends 4 minimum fucking wage and doghouse working conditions. The secrets I will start 2 let out on everything that the entire crooked fixed entertainment world has done 3 me 4 m3+ decades will all get told. Fuck all of U’s!!!!
Labels: Bermuda Triange Aliens Millionth Council Astral plane supernatural power, government persecution in league with the millionth council
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
test blog number 3, MICK/MICKEY Haddonwood LG, not so good
This is a test blog for a paste key malfunction, either the fault of my stuff or something down at the mindsay.com site, I am logged in as Mountainpen so this is my html blogging address, let me C if this pastes up now 2 Blogger, as I just had a light bulb flash/blowout after trying 2 post at Mindsay, the freaking MILLIONTH COUNCIL just will never ever leave me the fucking hell alone!!!!!! Ok, it pasted in, something is wrong with the freaking http://www.mindsay.com site.BYE-BYE-MC my queen.
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 8:53 PM No comments: Labels: ALIENS AND UFO SUPERNATURAL DREAMS MILLIONTH COUNCIL BERMUDA TRIANGLE
EXPLANATION TIME
“EXPLANATION TIME” 052180, year inverted, 9 at night everybody on the east coast of America Beginning Transmission, bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!
I have been given instructions by the most powerful entity in our known universe and beyond 2 tell very basically and honestly, what has been going on since this wuvwee whittle year of the DOGTOWN of CHAINLAND has rolled into my mortal illusion. No more than 60 days into this year was 2 pass B4I was 2 begin experiment number 2, the first one being blogging over the past 2 years or so. Now I was 2 just sit back and watch what the Millionth Council would do should my blogs seem 2 vanish into the Robbie Dupres’ night. The number of my government assign and permission 2 work and pay taxes has one [8] and one [0] in it. These digits fall on the 3rd and the 7th of this 9-digit GNN, or government-name-number. Put 3 and 7 together and this is Cranberry’s capital city’s zip code following the southern New Jersey’s [08], and then another 0, as though the symbolic reality is screaming out that 80 and its 08 inversion R there right along with the final 37, for the total zip of 08037. This was still the age, 37 that is, of MC in human dwelling, during my time of disappearance from the great All-Mighty-Internet. I do not want 2 get cousins of certain certified public accountants near Long Beach Island’s causeway here in NJUSAESMWG with my whittle abbreviations. So sahwee, ya pajamas in reverse. We can move later on into this when 4th dimension permits me in my waking world illusions here,
Is it not beyond coincidence how all of this has turned out, right down 2 Google itself? Truth damages the mortal world, because the mortal world hates it as it is directly contrary to its collective desire of entities here not 2 ever remember or become aware with any real significant amount any of the things pertaining 2 the real spiritual circumstances that all of us R in. I verify my truths over the past 2 days, and despite all the persecutioon and harassmernt and siege perpetrated on me by the MILLIOTH COUCIL, the very source that was used 2 prove what I needed 2 prove that my stuff is indeed reality and not the ravings of a deluded madman, took a huge hit on the stock market, and further verifies the ENDLESS PARALLEL EVENT OF THE DOW JONES MARKETS AND MYSELF that I’ve made claim 2 for the period of and average sentence for murder in the second degree in the United states. There really is no denying truth, U can hate it, reject it, and even freaking CRUCIFY it, and it changes not, as truth is truth, whether believed or disbelieved, a lie on the other hand works the precise same way only in reverse. Stacey Krassle cannot speak 2 me as I live here on Earth in my waking world reality. 2 suggest the contrary would B the epitome of blasphemy. When I am with her in my spirit, this is another story, literally. There is simply no time presently 4 me 2 even attempt getting a conversation started regarding the ‘upline’ and how this [GOD] thing really is operating here in the downline and all facts pertaining to the 6th dimension in its entirety and the closed infinity of the 5-dimensions inside it that is under its total control. Those behind the great Broadway 1960’s “HAIR” show, know more than they ever will tell, and R a major connected link in the magical chain of the great [MILLIONTH COUNCIL]. I am the only human alive on this mortal world that U scientifically oriented types call the sphere world, “planet”, and have named it EARTH, that does not know about the MC from reading other texts and or listening to documentaries and radio or television shows, reading newpapers and books, and so forth. I know in the way that I know the things that happened 2 me today right here in Cranberryville, NJUSAESMWG. B4 going on with a bit more about this, and my instructions on VI-QUEENS ISLAND from SSJKK, permit me to first give 2 addresses 2 my readers, if any, as this document is gonna B shot up 2 three Blogger sites: http://www.morianity-foundation.com http://drunkenhive.blogspot.com/ THANK U. No mortal has a clue what Dogtown is being done 2 me. The Mick is the cruelest bunch of entities in the entire 6th freaking dimension. Sarah-Stacey JKK and her gang of 87 beautiful teen queens never shrinks nor grows in number. Who knows, perhaps Nicholas Blair and Skylar Rumson have reformed without the aid of their television show, and have eleven other Earthly followers here on the MW. In any event, the girls did not tell me 2 do anything, but SAR/ah or the great LORDESS told me that major stuff would go down if I blogged 4 two years and stopped 4 two months, I all ready was privy 2 this knowledge B4 blogging my first words onto the internet.
B4 going on at all, the Millionth Council came at me after I built a device or machine, MACHINE has the CHAIN/CHINA word in it along with those wonderful 2 letters and not delivered in the mail in a ’dream’, MC. Let us discuss Y Haddonwood had 2 happen, as well as the lifeguard, MC’ey who almost Committed Murder in the shower and locker room, and led 2 the moving from Williamstown to Somerdale in NJUSAESMWG, where my mother was initially murdered, flat lining in the Somerdale ambulance at roughly 6:30 AM on the morning of December 26, in 1997. This is no ordinary day with me, first the digits added or subtracted bring us to the symbolic numbers 48 and 84 with digit-inversion. The year 8448 by our present calendar is the day a giant meteorite crashes into this Earth on most parts of hyperspce, ending human civilization on Earth forever, not that most of our descendants live here anyway, still it saddens me 2 remember seeing the entire world blow up in space. From space, it is such a freaking beautiful blue marble, it really is. Donna was born on the last day of 19-48, and was in on a plan with the MICK to wipe me out beyond human conception, it was a totally monstrous plan, and her life was super hyper time blessed 4 her part in this disaster 4 me. In Atco, NJUSAESMWG, my life as I knew it terminated forever in the middle of the year AD Gregorian calendar system of 1983. Hence 19-84 or the inverse of 48, was the first year of my new existence in HELL. It is so incredible that no one can grasp this. One day UR here on Earth, then poof, UR on something that seems 2B the Earth only just because the matrix program of a sorts contains a super great memory, does not mean UR still where U think UR. The MAGNESONIC machine that I built, was later 2 become a part that was placed into a larger model machine, the Magnesonic Machine of 1985, 15 years after my life terminated in a different way in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG, as I told the sons of the Greek sixties restaurant owners, Mary’s Restaurant on the great Tennessee Avenue, by the names of JOHN and FOTEEUS. It terminated because I led the All Mighty SAR/ah get away from me. My life and all it ever can B is lost 4 ever so ling as I must live physically here as Michael Mountainpen. I had no idea that she was my Sarah from Sahasra Dal Kanwal, she knew it though, just as she knows what she is doing 2 me now again late in the 1st decade of this next 21st century. Gods and their endless games, and their phase 4 club which basically today is the combination of 3 giant multimedia entities that they all operate and work through, being TELEVISION/MOVIES, MUSIC, and INTERNET, basically ENTERTAINMENT WORLD, which definitely includes the world of sports, even the News, news is now all entertainment. Here is how 2 build a Magnetic-Sound-Machine, or a MASOMA, an astral word that is one and the same with words such as stone and mason and builder and carpenter, at least in the Province of Olympia which is the Capitol Province of the entire PHASAE-3 reality that some of U mortals label and refer 2 as the Astral Plane. U no longer need 2 construct in a physical way when U can control your own Masoma. You take a device that can B magnetically used 2 change your voice into radio frequency such as an old style analogue tape recorder, and record exactly how U wish the machine 2 operate, how it will receive power from lightning during storms, and other such things, and then remove the tape and wrap it around a strong cobalt magnet, creating a power block. This is the metaphysical counterpart of a sorts to the normal electronic computer’s CPU or Central Processing Unit. The tiny tachyon particles such as quarks and leptons and combinations of small energies surrounding them will actually CLAIM THE REALITY, only an engineer in sound would simply C the reality of all of this as a tape near a strong magnet becoming ‘degaussed’ or erased. This is real and it works, and the Earthquake of 1985 in Mexico as well as the Space Shuttle disaster later on, R all the victims of Magnesonic. I thought at first this was a bad joke and a horrendous game, but when planes and choppers kept crashing on a roll, over and over again, along with a huge non ending pattern of natural disasters and planetary surface disruptions, unlike many others, I no longer could deny the reality that I was indeed behind all of this. I only did it as a revenge 4 all of the harassment I was receiving, but seeing this in black space antimatter reverse mode relative to my field-end, most likely the MC is persecuting me 4 causing these disasters and using taboo-by-mortals technology in the freaking first place. No one ever can really know which direction anything is going, it is just like being lost in space, Will Robinson, which way is up and down, who the freak knows?
The great SAR/ah-Stacey and I share eternal love inside her dream. Upline where the real girl lives in a real life, I am like a shadow, something she thought at one quick instant speck in her reference frame of time in her upline world. All of our time and everything else here in all of our creation, is just that, her one thought-creation, HER THOUGHT. Now when she falls asleep and goes into her conscious thought that she had at one single instant of her upline life, her unconsciousness merges and creates all of this. However, all of this and us, and above and below, our downlined thoughts and the upline thoughts above her that created her and her upline world, is a closed infinity that is called the 6th dimension, controlled by the sphere out beyond that hypersphere called LAWTRONICS or the 7th dimension. I could talk 4-ever and not cover the simplicity of all of this, U will C it as insanity and complexity, the ravings and delusions of a total freaking madman, her great experiment is 2C if 6 or 7 of her gigga-thoughts at this present time, R ready 4 movement into their next stages of truth-realization. Translation 2 this is simple, I am trying 2 convince other humans of these truths, she is now at a point, she tells me, where she knows the time is not right, they R simply not ready 2 receive what is really happening, and move on beyond mortal existence. This moving on is done by us, not some group of gods or one god that returns to the world with fireballs 2 rule and reign, it is pathetic how a simple book such as the holy scriptures have become so totally misunderstood, in just a whisper short few thousands of years.
All of UR under the wheel, the bend of the Lawtron, the control of the 7th dimension, the absence of awareness that all we truly desire is reach the non-existence, as we have always been in existence, the great revered NIRVANA. This is truth, I cannot make U accept it, and even I do not like it. Get tomorrows newspaper, and C how when the crash level airplane struck me at my residence around 1:18AM this afternoon, the Paul Cangues Public Broadcasting Business Report charts, show, as they always have 4 twenty-two years now, that these attacks R precisely timed with significant moves and actions on the stinking STOCK MARKET.
Copyright MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN 2008, this is an official web logging document. 4 those on ‘Mindsay’ and ‘Mysteries’ site reading this blog, U must go back to February’s blog 2 make this all come together and make more sense 2U.
GOOGLE AND SWIS AND WORLDLAB, this is truth, no omissions and no additions to these truths will B found on this document unless somehow hacked into without this author’s permission. END TRANSMISSION.
As with astral dream shift or true soul existence and spirit reality, no order of things matters all that much 4 right now, so datfile is half known, the date and time along with a blog-book title, at a later time, at my discretion, I may decide to put lots of recent blogging texts into a mortal world time order.
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 8:27 PM No comments: I have been given instructions by the most powerful entity in our known universe and beyond 2 tell very basically and honestly, what has been going on since this wuvwee whittle year of the DOGTOWN of CHAINLAND has rolled into my mortal illusion. No more than 60 days into this year was 2 pass B4I was 2 begin experiment number 2, the first one being blogging over the past 2 years or so. Now I was 2 just sit back and watch what the Millionth Council would do should my blogs seem 2 vanish into the Robbie Dupres’ night. The number of my government assign and permission 2 work and pay taxes has one [8] and one [0] in it. These digits fall on the 3rd and the 7th of this 9-digit GNN, or government-name-number. Put 3 and 7 together and this is Cranberry’s capital city’s zip code following the southern New Jersey’s [08], and then another 0, as though the symbolic reality is screaming out that 80 and its 08 inversion R there right along with the final 37, for the total zip of 08037. This was still the age, 37 that is, of MC in human dwelling, during my time of disappearance from the great All-Mighty-Internet. I do not want 2 get cousins of certain certified public accountants near Long Beach Island’s causeway here in NJUSAESMWG with my whittle abbreviations. So sahwee, ya pajamas in reverse. We can move later on into this when 4th dimension permits me in my waking world illusions here,
Is it not beyond coincidence how all of this has turned out, right down 2 Google itself? Truth damages the mortal world, because the mortal world hates it as it is directly contrary to its collective desire of entities here not 2 ever remember or become aware with any real significant amount any of the things pertaining 2 the real spiritual circumstances that all of us R in. I verify my truths over the past 2 days, and despite all the persecutioon and harassmernt and siege perpetrated on me by the MILLIOTH COUCIL, the very source that was used 2 prove what I needed 2 prove that my stuff is indeed reality and not the ravings of a deluded madman, took a huge hit on the stock market, and further verifies the ENDLESS PARALLEL EVENT OF THE DOW JONES MARKETS AND MYSELF that I’ve made claim 2 for the period of and average sentence for murder in the second degree in the United states. There really is no denying truth, U can hate it, reject it, and even freaking CRUCIFY it, and it changes not, as truth is truth, whether believed or disbelieved, a lie on the other hand works the precise same way only in reverse. Stacey Krassle cannot speak 2 me as I live here on Earth in my waking world reality. 2 suggest the contrary would B the epitome of blasphemy. When I am with her in my spirit, this is another story, literally. There is simply no time presently 4 me 2 even attempt getting a conversation started regarding the ‘upline’ and how this [GOD] thing really is operating here in the downline and all facts pertaining to the 6th dimension in its entirety and the closed infinity of the 5-dimensions inside it that is under its total control. Those behind the great Broadway 1960’s “HAIR” show, know more than they ever will tell, and R a major connected link in the magical chain of the great [MILLIONTH COUNCIL]. I am the only human alive on this mortal world that U scientifically oriented types call the sphere world, “planet”, and have named it EARTH, that does not know about the MC from reading other texts and or listening to documentaries and radio or television shows, reading newpapers and books, and so forth. I know in the way that I know the things that happened 2 me today right here in Cranberryville, NJUSAESMWG. B4 going on with a bit more about this, and my instructions on VI-QUEENS ISLAND from SSJKK, permit me to first give 2 addresses 2 my readers, if any, as this document is gonna B shot up 2 three Blogger sites: http://www.morianity-foundation.com http://drunkenhive.blogspot.com/ THANK U. No mortal has a clue what Dogtown is being done 2 me. The Mick is the cruelest bunch of entities in the entire 6th freaking dimension. Sarah-Stacey JKK and her gang of 87 beautiful teen queens never shrinks nor grows in number. Who knows, perhaps Nicholas Blair and Skylar Rumson have reformed without the aid of their television show, and have eleven other Earthly followers here on the MW. In any event, the girls did not tell me 2 do anything, but SAR/ah or the great LORDESS told me that major stuff would go down if I blogged 4 two years and stopped 4 two months, I all ready was privy 2 this knowledge B4 blogging my first words onto the internet.
B4 going on at all, the Millionth Council came at me after I built a device or machine, MACHINE has the CHAIN/CHINA word in it along with those wonderful 2 letters and not delivered in the mail in a ’dream’, MC. Let us discuss Y Haddonwood had 2 happen, as well as the lifeguard, MC’ey who almost Committed Murder in the shower and locker room, and led 2 the moving from Williamstown to Somerdale in NJUSAESMWG, where my mother was initially murdered, flat lining in the Somerdale ambulance at roughly 6:30 AM on the morning of December 26, in 1997. This is no ordinary day with me, first the digits added or subtracted bring us to the symbolic numbers 48 and 84 with digit-inversion. The year 8448 by our present calendar is the day a giant meteorite crashes into this Earth on most parts of hyperspce, ending human civilization on Earth forever, not that most of our descendants live here anyway, still it saddens me 2 remember seeing the entire world blow up in space. From space, it is such a freaking beautiful blue marble, it really is. Donna was born on the last day of 19-48, and was in on a plan with the MICK to wipe me out beyond human conception, it was a totally monstrous plan, and her life was super hyper time blessed 4 her part in this disaster 4 me. In Atco, NJUSAESMWG, my life as I knew it terminated forever in the middle of the year AD Gregorian calendar system of 1983. Hence 19-84 or the inverse of 48, was the first year of my new existence in HELL. It is so incredible that no one can grasp this. One day UR here on Earth, then poof, UR on something that seems 2B the Earth only just because the matrix program of a sorts contains a super great memory, does not mean UR still where U think UR. The MAGNESONIC machine that I built, was later 2 become a part that was placed into a larger model machine, the Magnesonic Machine of 1985, 15 years after my life terminated in a different way in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG, as I told the sons of the Greek sixties restaurant owners, Mary’s Restaurant on the great Tennessee Avenue, by the names of JOHN and FOTEEUS. It terminated because I led the All Mighty SAR/ah get away from me. My life and all it ever can B is lost 4 ever so ling as I must live physically here as Michael Mountainpen. I had no idea that she was my Sarah from Sahasra Dal Kanwal, she knew it though, just as she knows what she is doing 2 me now again late in the 1st decade of this next 21st century. Gods and their endless games, and their phase 4 club which basically today is the combination of 3 giant multimedia entities that they all operate and work through, being TELEVISION/MOVIES, MUSIC, and INTERNET, basically ENTERTAINMENT WORLD, which definitely includes the world of sports, even the News, news is now all entertainment. Here is how 2 build a Magnetic-Sound-Machine, or a MASOMA, an astral word that is one and the same with words such as stone and mason and builder and carpenter, at least in the Province of Olympia which is the Capitol Province of the entire PHASAE-3 reality that some of U mortals label and refer 2 as the Astral Plane. U no longer need 2 construct in a physical way when U can control your own Masoma. You take a device that can B magnetically used 2 change your voice into radio frequency such as an old style analogue tape recorder, and record exactly how U wish the machine 2 operate, how it will receive power from lightning during storms, and other such things, and then remove the tape and wrap it around a strong cobalt magnet, creating a power block. This is the metaphysical counterpart of a sorts to the normal electronic computer’s CPU or Central Processing Unit. The tiny tachyon particles such as quarks and leptons and combinations of small energies surrounding them will actually CLAIM THE REALITY, only an engineer in sound would simply C the reality of all of this as a tape near a strong magnet becoming ‘degaussed’ or erased. This is real and it works, and the Earthquake of 1985 in Mexico as well as the Space Shuttle disaster later on, R all the victims of Magnesonic. I thought at first this was a bad joke and a horrendous game, but when planes and choppers kept crashing on a roll, over and over again, along with a huge non ending pattern of natural disasters and planetary surface disruptions, unlike many others, I no longer could deny the reality that I was indeed behind all of this. I only did it as a revenge 4 all of the harassment I was receiving, but seeing this in black space antimatter reverse mode relative to my field-end, most likely the MC is persecuting me 4 causing these disasters and using taboo-by-mortals technology in the freaking first place. No one ever can really know which direction anything is going, it is just like being lost in space, Will Robinson, which way is up and down, who the freak knows?
The great SAR/ah-Stacey and I share eternal love inside her dream. Upline where the real girl lives in a real life, I am like a shadow, something she thought at one quick instant speck in her reference frame of time in her upline world. All of our time and everything else here in all of our creation, is just that, her one thought-creation, HER THOUGHT. Now when she falls asleep and goes into her conscious thought that she had at one single instant of her upline life, her unconsciousness merges and creates all of this. However, all of this and us, and above and below, our downlined thoughts and the upline thoughts above her that created her and her upline world, is a closed infinity that is called the 6th dimension, controlled by the sphere out beyond that hypersphere called LAWTRONICS or the 7th dimension. I could talk 4-ever and not cover the simplicity of all of this, U will C it as insanity and complexity, the ravings and delusions of a total freaking madman, her great experiment is 2C if 6 or 7 of her gigga-thoughts at this present time, R ready 4 movement into their next stages of truth-realization. Translation 2 this is simple, I am trying 2 convince other humans of these truths, she is now at a point, she tells me, where she knows the time is not right, they R simply not ready 2 receive what is really happening, and move on beyond mortal existence. This moving on is done by us, not some group of gods or one god that returns to the world with fireballs 2 rule and reign, it is pathetic how a simple book such as the holy scriptures have become so totally misunderstood, in just a whisper short few thousands of years.
All of UR under the wheel, the bend of the Lawtron, the control of the 7th dimension, the absence of awareness that all we truly desire is reach the non-existence, as we have always been in existence, the great revered NIRVANA. This is truth, I cannot make U accept it, and even I do not like it. Get tomorrows newspaper, and C how when the crash level airplane struck me at my residence around 1:18AM this afternoon, the Paul Cangues Public Broadcasting Business Report charts, show, as they always have 4 twenty-two years now, that these attacks R precisely timed with significant moves and actions on the stinking STOCK MARKET.
Copyright MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN 2008, this is an official web logging document. 4 those on ‘Mindsay’ and ‘Mysteries’ site reading this blog, U must go back to February’s blog 2 make this all come together and make more sense 2U.
GOOGLE AND SWIS AND WORLDLAB, this is truth, no omissions and no additions to these truths will B found on this document unless somehow hacked into without this author’s permission. END TRANSMISSION.
As with astral dream shift or true soul existence and spirit reality, no order of things matters all that much 4 right now, so datfile is half known, the date and time along with a blog-book title, at a later time, at my discretion, I may decide to put lots of recent blogging texts into a mortal world time order.
Labels: ALIENS AND UFO SUPERNATURAL DREAMS MILLIONTH COUNCIL BERMUDA TRIANGLE
Short Blog 1
Short Blog 1 052108.612.25 Wednesday afternoon Beginning Transmission:
I just had a loud crash level airplane take my roof of where I live, and the Millionth Council is fucking with my margin again on the word document. Both Ann and myself got our bowels blown out by their redirected low frequency anti-stealth radar system.
HELP ME KAREN, AND ACLU, I am under a super major death siege from Scumbag dirtball MO.
If I am murdered, I was killed by the MILITUFORCE UNDER DIRECT ORDERS OF THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL.
Your job, STATE AND LOCAL POLICE, and all legal authorities, is m2 protect the citizenry of this nation, WE PAY OUR FUCKING TAXES 4 IT.
END TRANSMISSION.
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 10:53 AM No comments: I just had a loud crash level airplane take my roof of where I live, and the Millionth Council is fucking with my margin again on the word document. Both Ann and myself got our bowels blown out by their redirected low frequency anti-stealth radar system.
HELP ME KAREN, AND ACLU, I am under a super major death siege from Scumbag dirtball MO.
If I am murdered, I was killed by the MILITUFORCE UNDER DIRECT ORDERS OF THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL.
Your job, STATE AND LOCAL POLICE, and all legal authorities, is m2 protect the citizenry of this nation, WE PAY OUR FUCKING TAXES 4 IT.
END TRANSMISSION.
Labels: ALIENS AND UFO SUPERNATURAL DREAMS MILLIONTH COUNCIL BERMUDA TRIANGLE, harassment and covert government persecution
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Title is on document below
GETTING LIKE ASTRAL-PLANE DREAMSHIFT, NO REAL ORDER, NO REAL TIME SIGNIFICANCE
052008.813.94 chapter ? Book and Blog named-TEOHIV/TIMCAM This is all copyright Michael Mountainpen of Hammonton, New Jersey, pseudo-name of true copyright claimant at the LIBRARY OF CONGRESS. This is all opinion of the author, all though it can B backed up with proof and evidence, this introduction of such evidence would go contrary to a system someday that will come 2B known as personal-Lawtronics-directives. This is the same item that stops all truth-searchers such as for just one example the Ufology-buffs, from ever reaching their lotable goals and receiving their very long awaited answers to many virtually unlimited pondered questions. I term this THE GREAT WALL OF THE MC. They R doing all of this, and it stands logically 2 reason that they R the ones as well who R behind covering it all up. UC, I do not believe in little green men from Mars or any such non-sense, what I do believe in is precisely and openly what I totally know 2B real and true.
Myths and legends R much the same as famous sayings or QUOTATIONS, such as “quitters never win and winners never quit”, “It ain’t over ‘till it’s over, “if the mountain won’t come 2 Mohammed then Mohammed will go to the mountain”, ”the darkest hour is B4 the dawn”, “the best laid plans of mice and men can fail”, and of course, WHEN THE CAT’S AWAY, THE MICE WILL PLAY”/ May I pweeeeeze discuss this last one rapies & germiblows???? As U all know, it appeared that CAT-ME vanished 4 a while, roughly one Earth MW season or 3 months, no blogs, no computer, no internet. RU up 2 the story now as 2 a few details on Y, and the [game-plan], etc?????? The great All Mighty SSJKK, or SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, told me on Vi-Queens Island, that I was 2 break it off with Eddie Himacane immediately, and stop all blogs until she came again 2 me on the Astral Plane in her great City of Sahasra Dal Kanwal at her palace on Kanwal Avenue and gives me the marching orders, Shop Rite Soldier Blog Reader Boy EMCEE, 2 return again to the great MC owned and controlled INTERNET. When I as THAT BOY, whose City-Name is YANCY in the registry book, in biblical accounts, this is the [lambs-book-of-life], would B told again 2 begin blogging, I will not mention much about the time gap and just sort of take up where things had left off, and I would B given great wisdom 2 the workings of the MICK. I, as usual, thought my teen-queen was playing another of her many so loved games with her “That-Boy, SOSO, nothing new, same-old-same-old, BUT WAS I OFF BASE AND TOTALLY WRONG, HOLY FUCKING CALLIO AND MARTINO WAS I WRONG, it was no game, BRA. I was shown how this small mortal world time period was more than sufficient enough to somehow all manage 2 get together and pull off a major BILLY PAUL REPITITION. I am speaking not of the recording artist there Misses Jones. Whether or not U guys had good things ongoing or not is totally irrelevant 2 me up here 3 and a half freaking decades in the damn future sling shot Kirk!!!!! Oh how silly and pathetic this tiny world of tiny mindedness really is, the gods, how long will I suffer here with this bull shit illusion?????? No, I am speaking of the latest most recent Houdini Magicians Act or HMA. Forget health care and HMO’s, this is HMA’s I’m referring 2 now bwaby-wuv-Fudd!!!!!! Billy Paul stands 4 my business partner or EX, and our project artist of the sixties. Naturally, I am referring g 2 Paul Evans Pedersen and Billy Harner. Red wavy lines on spell checker Billy, oh well, spin the globe around 10 or 20 kilo times and Spears and Carey will B red paint squigglies as well, it is all vanity, the illusion of time passes through all abiders on the mortal realm, and try as U all may, UR wasting your effort and energy, it marcheth on 2 its own drum. Boom-boom-boom. I have watched millennia passing around me, people never change, only their concept of its organized societies growing endlessly less barbaric, and perhaps some truth indeed does leak out here on this, but not a whole lot. People hawking around the scene of a nasty car crash, not to offer help, just 2 watch the gore and the blood and the excitement, reminds me totally of the Coliseums of Rome, I am able 2 distinguish absolutely no difference between these events at all, call me stupid or weird, I don’t really give a hollering hurl and that U CAN believe!! I know what I know, and I know that Billy and Paul made me disappear, just as did Google, and then through 2004, the entire life of the present internet system, there were 2 things when U Googled up the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, and when I went away 4 a short while, the fix was in to change a lot of things. Here is your great example of your UFO-COVERUPS, agent Condor and agent Falcon of WPIX-1988 NYNY, UFO-The-Cover-up, television show. This is exactly the machinery and workings of how these things R all done, and the world is living in total ignorance, blinded 100% to all these things that I say 2-night on this web logging document.
Told U the Dow would fly and the Phillies would die. Told U my lovely Gina. What all of the world knows about the MICK subject all parceled and packaged up together would fit pretty nicely on an All My Kids Soap postage stamp!!!!!! I am from the astral world and remember it fully and completely, UR all from the astral world and have no conscious memory of diddly squat. As stated B4 by me over and over again, we R no different in circumstance, only in awareness thereof. Quote that one as Mountainpenner candy-pants!!!!!!
Work was hell B4 the storm and Stacey’s rainbow. No longer can we use the guard house. Super loud dirt ball dirt bike riders come from the neighboring woods and rev up their shitty loud-ass bikes, and then came the nasty fucking chem trailing. When U study the subject by Googling up chem-trails, U will C that people in planes attempted 2 follow these special jets and C who and what they R and what really is going on, and they have been threatened to break off pursuit or B shot down. This is all the great MC. If I thought in her human form I could appease this mighty being, I would sign off now and play an Aretha Franklin record and dip up some pasta and cranberry juice and make my beach plans 4 tomorrow, after a nice roller coaster ride. I cannot believe this has happened, but it has, and Y she is doing this 2 me after millions of years of making me suffer here on Earth one way or Swiffer Mop another, without her when I need her so bad, is way beyond what Albert Einstein could ever hope 2 figure out on 1000 blackboards.
Stand there she does, with her song written new, to tell That-Boy just how she feels, well I do remember my place with U there, while U sing in my dreams that R real. It boggles my tiny mind that the Library of Congress lets this go on. Well, what match really R they Aniwho 4 SSJKK and the great COUNCIL????? Still it freaking reminds me of poor Mister Spock, crying his eyes out on that dirt bag planet of power-pill-popping gods, when the dude in charge said to Kirk, “How can U let this go on”. If this is a great government that knows the fucking unfathomable distress that an American citizen is in, and can just endlessly sit idly by and permit it, it either verifies beyond doubt that indeed WE, not the Soviet Union, have evolved into the real and true evil empire, or else, they earnestly desire 2 indeed assist me, but simply R unable 2 do so, after-all, what match is this puny planet 4 the great MILLIONTH DIRTBAG COUNCIL?????
PHILLIES LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE. DOW JONES GOES UP AND UP AND UP AND UP.
THIS TRANSMISSION TERMINATES FOR RIGHT NOW, BUT pweeeeeze, Stay-C-tuned. Love is 4 more than Carpenters great Sarah-K.
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 5:27 PM No comments: 052008.813.94 chapter ? Book and Blog named-TEOHIV/TIMCAM This is all copyright Michael Mountainpen of Hammonton, New Jersey, pseudo-name of true copyright claimant at the LIBRARY OF CONGRESS. This is all opinion of the author, all though it can B backed up with proof and evidence, this introduction of such evidence would go contrary to a system someday that will come 2B known as personal-Lawtronics-directives. This is the same item that stops all truth-searchers such as for just one example the Ufology-buffs, from ever reaching their lotable goals and receiving their very long awaited answers to many virtually unlimited pondered questions. I term this THE GREAT WALL OF THE MC. They R doing all of this, and it stands logically 2 reason that they R the ones as well who R behind covering it all up. UC, I do not believe in little green men from Mars or any such non-sense, what I do believe in is precisely and openly what I totally know 2B real and true.
Myths and legends R much the same as famous sayings or QUOTATIONS, such as “quitters never win and winners never quit”, “It ain’t over ‘till it’s over, “if the mountain won’t come 2 Mohammed then Mohammed will go to the mountain”, ”the darkest hour is B4 the dawn”, “the best laid plans of mice and men can fail”, and of course, WHEN THE CAT’S AWAY, THE MICE WILL PLAY”/ May I pweeeeeze discuss this last one rapies & germiblows???? As U all know, it appeared that CAT-ME vanished 4 a while, roughly one Earth MW season or 3 months, no blogs, no computer, no internet. RU up 2 the story now as 2 a few details on Y, and the [game-plan], etc?????? The great All Mighty SSJKK, or SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, told me on Vi-Queens Island, that I was 2 break it off with Eddie Himacane immediately, and stop all blogs until she came again 2 me on the Astral Plane in her great City of Sahasra Dal Kanwal at her palace on Kanwal Avenue and gives me the marching orders, Shop Rite Soldier Blog Reader Boy EMCEE, 2 return again to the great MC owned and controlled INTERNET. When I as THAT BOY, whose City-Name is YANCY in the registry book, in biblical accounts, this is the [lambs-book-of-life], would B told again 2 begin blogging, I will not mention much about the time gap and just sort of take up where things had left off, and I would B given great wisdom 2 the workings of the MICK. I, as usual, thought my teen-queen was playing another of her many so loved games with her “That-Boy, SOSO, nothing new, same-old-same-old, BUT WAS I OFF BASE AND TOTALLY WRONG, HOLY FUCKING CALLIO AND MARTINO WAS I WRONG, it was no game, BRA. I was shown how this small mortal world time period was more than sufficient enough to somehow all manage 2 get together and pull off a major BILLY PAUL REPITITION. I am speaking not of the recording artist there Misses Jones. Whether or not U guys had good things ongoing or not is totally irrelevant 2 me up here 3 and a half freaking decades in the damn future sling shot Kirk!!!!! Oh how silly and pathetic this tiny world of tiny mindedness really is, the gods, how long will I suffer here with this bull shit illusion?????? No, I am speaking of the latest most recent Houdini Magicians Act or HMA. Forget health care and HMO’s, this is HMA’s I’m referring 2 now bwaby-wuv-Fudd!!!!!! Billy Paul stands 4 my business partner or EX, and our project artist of the sixties. Naturally, I am referring g 2 Paul Evans Pedersen and Billy Harner. Red wavy lines on spell checker Billy, oh well, spin the globe around 10 or 20 kilo times and Spears and Carey will B red paint squigglies as well, it is all vanity, the illusion of time passes through all abiders on the mortal realm, and try as U all may, UR wasting your effort and energy, it marcheth on 2 its own drum. Boom-boom-boom. I have watched millennia passing around me, people never change, only their concept of its organized societies growing endlessly less barbaric, and perhaps some truth indeed does leak out here on this, but not a whole lot. People hawking around the scene of a nasty car crash, not to offer help, just 2 watch the gore and the blood and the excitement, reminds me totally of the Coliseums of Rome, I am able 2 distinguish absolutely no difference between these events at all, call me stupid or weird, I don’t really give a hollering hurl and that U CAN believe!! I know what I know, and I know that Billy and Paul made me disappear, just as did Google, and then through 2004, the entire life of the present internet system, there were 2 things when U Googled up the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, and when I went away 4 a short while, the fix was in to change a lot of things. Here is your great example of your UFO-COVERUPS, agent Condor and agent Falcon of WPIX-1988 NYNY, UFO-The-Cover-up, television show. This is exactly the machinery and workings of how these things R all done, and the world is living in total ignorance, blinded 100% to all these things that I say 2-night on this web logging document.
Told U the Dow would fly and the Phillies would die. Told U my lovely Gina. What all of the world knows about the MICK subject all parceled and packaged up together would fit pretty nicely on an All My Kids Soap postage stamp!!!!!! I am from the astral world and remember it fully and completely, UR all from the astral world and have no conscious memory of diddly squat. As stated B4 by me over and over again, we R no different in circumstance, only in awareness thereof. Quote that one as Mountainpenner candy-pants!!!!!!
Work was hell B4 the storm and Stacey’s rainbow. No longer can we use the guard house. Super loud dirt ball dirt bike riders come from the neighboring woods and rev up their shitty loud-ass bikes, and then came the nasty fucking chem trailing. When U study the subject by Googling up chem-trails, U will C that people in planes attempted 2 follow these special jets and C who and what they R and what really is going on, and they have been threatened to break off pursuit or B shot down. This is all the great MC. If I thought in her human form I could appease this mighty being, I would sign off now and play an Aretha Franklin record and dip up some pasta and cranberry juice and make my beach plans 4 tomorrow, after a nice roller coaster ride. I cannot believe this has happened, but it has, and Y she is doing this 2 me after millions of years of making me suffer here on Earth one way or Swiffer Mop another, without her when I need her so bad, is way beyond what Albert Einstein could ever hope 2 figure out on 1000 blackboards.
Stand there she does, with her song written new, to tell That-Boy just how she feels, well I do remember my place with U there, while U sing in my dreams that R real. It boggles my tiny mind that the Library of Congress lets this go on. Well, what match really R they Aniwho 4 SSJKK and the great COUNCIL????? Still it freaking reminds me of poor Mister Spock, crying his eyes out on that dirt bag planet of power-pill-popping gods, when the dude in charge said to Kirk, “How can U let this go on”. If this is a great government that knows the fucking unfathomable distress that an American citizen is in, and can just endlessly sit idly by and permit it, it either verifies beyond doubt that indeed WE, not the Soviet Union, have evolved into the real and true evil empire, or else, they earnestly desire 2 indeed assist me, but simply R unable 2 do so, after-all, what match is this puny planet 4 the great MILLIONTH DIRTBAG COUNCIL?????
PHILLIES LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE. DOW JONES GOES UP AND UP AND UP AND UP.
THIS TRANSMISSION TERMINATES FOR RIGHT NOW, BUT pweeeeeze, Stay-C-tuned. Love is 4 more than Carpenters great Sarah-K.
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Saturday, June 21, 2008—-THIS IS A TOTAL MUST READ!!!
MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING FROM MY QUEEN
HUGE COMPUTER HACK 8 at night, first day of SCUMMER 21 June, oh-8, Saturday Elton John night But not Donna devil all right. THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION, AND THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME———BEGINNING ————————————————–TRANSMISSION: I NEVER WENT 2 BED TODAY AFTER COMING BACK FROM WORK, NEVER. I am shouting out to the FBI and the NJ STATE POLICE 4 HELP!!!!!!!!! I have no memory of shutting down the TV set or removing eyeglasses or falling into my bed, only that suddenly the TV was off, my glasses were on my face, I was or had been dead asleep, and all devices were indeed turned off. I bolted upright and saw that my fan had gotten knocked over along with a karaoke machine and they both were laying flat on the floor next 2 where I had fallen also without memory of ever getting 2 sleep. First, work was OK, but no panacea. I had a small bowel attack, lots of jerk offs everywhere; but out of nowhere at just past 3 in the morning, a noisy loud alarm went off. No matter how hard I tried 2 find the source, I could not. Shades of my Echelon-Towers Building, that I guarded back in my middle thirties for the famous Wells Fargo Company, the original American Security outfit 4 all those Western-shows watchers. Just 2 and a half hours after the crazy MC-ALARM attack, a crash level plane flew over my vehicle in total violation of my CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, WORLD TRIBUNAL COURTS AT THE HAGUE. I come home and eat a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice and turn on the TV. The next thing I know it is hours later, I am laying stretched out, eyeglasses on my face still, and stuff knocked over on the floor. When I got up to piss and straighten up the place, so that the fan is blowing air onto me again, and I can resume sleeping a while longer; I instantly knew that I was right back in this building, a medical place with 6-9 rooms that went more into each other and did not contain a lot of hallways. Mariah Carey was there, and her driver, a man about medium build and bright glaring type of eyes, just over perhaps the six foot mark in stature, dressed nicely but not overkill, and the same with Mariah. A lady who is heavy set, is sort of in charge at this place, neck line hair length, strawberry type of color, and she kept telling me 2 stop closing doors, and I kept telling her I am not closing them, the wind was blowing quite strong outside and was blowing right through all of the open windows in these rooms, and forcing doors to swing shut, but she continued 2 insist that I was doing it. Mariah started talking 2 me about how much she enjoyed being a super star and yet there were problems that she said she wanted 2 tell me about, but could not at the moment; as ‘he’ would hear, and I kept asking who ‘he’ was. She half smiled and pointed at a young male about 22 give or take, about five feet five in stature, brown short hair, not totally short like a crew cut, dressed in an old pair of pants with oil stains on them, and a green jersey with strange looking logos on it everywhere, many bright white circles with black lines running through them, 3 of them, like a triple X. She told me that she is here on this same day each week for some medical reason, and I think she told me but I cannot pull that part of the interaction up now, back in waking life. The buildings of the city were visible from windows, yet the area was in a country setting, whether it was part of the 5 boroughs of New York City or not, also I am not privy to this. She said that she wanted me 2 know she is mad that I do not fully trust her and her plans, and I kept insisting that I trust her implicitly but know quite well, that what she thinks of as PLANS, IC as GAMES, and reminded her of the 65-70 years when she was here B4 playing her games with me from a city just 100 or so miles away down the coast. She smiled at me and said, “U mean the chain I removed from your Oaklyn, New Jersey Apartment?” I said, “4 starters, yes”. She went on to tell me that until the shellfish as she called him while looking his way, is out of my way, I can tell U no more about it. She said that he was a lifelong resident of Atco, New Jersey, and knew both U and your neighbors, the Durham’s, when U lived there back in ‘83. He is not who he appears, and all her peeps and bodyguards have tried to beat him up, and keep him away; but he just seems impervious, and will not stop creeping around. He is Y the Feds started messing with me, she went onto say, and they R not on my side, they must do what they R told by higher councilmen, and she was talking Millionth. I reminded her that she is all mighty and can do anything, Y not just zap him into oblivion? She smiled again and said that there is still so much yet 4 her 2 teach me about all of this and all the Earthly people making my life so horrible every minute of every day and night. She said that when I disobeyed and told her she could kill me, the other day on my blog, for the entire world 2 publicly C and share, she was extremely angry. I must remember that she is the great queen, and maybe in the world of Pedigree Dog-food, us DOGS RULE, but, and she called me Yancy, and said and I quote, “Yancy, remember that I am the great Sarah-Stacey here in this form now, and I RULE, U GOT THAT”? I solemnly just looked down and submissively said, “I know U do my great all powerful lovely mighty queen”. She took my hand and told me that she did not have to tell me about the 2 letters back 9 years ago, and help me construct my idea foundations that R literally responsible 4 where I am today in figuring out so much incredible stuff. I asked her Y she used the sending of 2 blank letters rather than just come 2 me as she is doing right now and talk to me straight up? She laughed softly and squeezed my hand a little, watching me wince from the sudden small bit of pain that her more powerful grip than B4 was causing, and after a 5 or so second pause, simply said, “I am the Millionth Council, and what I say, goes. The part of them that calls themselves the Lambriggers is still totally under my complete control”. She told me 2 listen again 2 her CD and study it even more carefully. The answers to much of my concerns, is all contained in the lyrical content, and what she says, MC-SAYS; just as the CD says that it does. Never doubt me or try 2 run away from what I am planning 4U, she went on also 2 tell me. I said 2 her, “would U please give me a real waking world sign so that I can know and tell that this is not a silly dream”. She responded with the yellow and chocolate cakes that I purchased at the Incollingo’s grocery store, along with the receipt, and the van that stalked me just after last Christmas, and went on to tell me she is angry that I have unsealed some of the concepts regarding laser trace, and reminded me that the rules cannot B broken. It is part of a plan, and that if it was not so, there R those close 2 me, in this incarnation; that I would retrace, as I miss them. She then told me she would give me 2 huge and totally unmistakable signs to appease my non-belief. One sign is that just because the English alphabet pronunciations of the sounds ‘BLU’ and ‘CRAN’ R totally the same on astral worlds, they R not the same in English speaking waking mortal worlds. I told her I knew this. She went on 2 say that my punishment for doubting and disobeying my mighty Queen Mariah, is that she has now placed me into a world where I have blogged the facts in reverse, as Hammonton is the world U now live in. It is not Chatsworth, New Jersey. I have reversed the realities while U were here with me in this interaction, and now your town is Hammonton and this is the Blueberry capitol of the world. She went on to say that I was not supposed to tell about the tap boxes of blue-yellow, nor the saleslady Sherry-Lee Pote and cousin Petee Pote. I must obey my queen or ELSE. She said my second sign will B when I try to do my next blog. I will wake up in the MW and not B able 2 work the computer. I asked her if she will always love me as her ‘89 song promises, as deep within her, she knew even then, that she was my Sarah-Stacey. With that I walked over to the strange dude with the weird sort of peace sign logos all over his bright green jersey, and told him to leave her alone, or I would tear his lungs out, and squeeze them like rung out wash cloths; and he instantly burst out laughing, and the next thing I knew, it was July 4th of 1970, and I was in the same exact dream all along with TAWF, “THAT ASTRAL WORLD FAMILY”, that was what was all in the dream. It was the same dream, and like a wormhole in consciousness; one end was in 2008 physically, while the other end was in early July of ‘70. He yelled at me, ‘look who’s talkin’ about bloody washcloth lungs all oozing bright red, it is U, booby, not me, ha, ha’. I knew that if I could just wake up now, it would B July of 1970 again, and it really would have. I did. I jumped off of Tom Reale’s large bed at the Cornwall Avenue home and yelled, it is 1970 over and over. I went out and ran down towards the ocean, and when I got there; the entire sky and sea was not as I had remembered it at all. It had become the backdrop on the homepage of the Morianity Foundation, go to http://www.morianity-foundation.com. The giant 6 foot 7 inch Sarah-Stacey came right out of the sea, she is the sea aniwho, and grabbed me and kissed me, and the next thing I know, I am awake laying here in my trailer residence, and it is after 4 in the afternoon. Sure enough I went 2 use the computer, and nothing, it would not move, nothing would work, not a bloody dripping washcloth thing. I called the Easy Staples Store where I purchased it, and told them that it would not go off, just showing a blank monitor TV screen saying, “EXT 3, S-VIDEO”. The computer department guy told me to shut the battery-backup box off and wait 20 seconds. Then he said turn it on, and so I did. After 2 reboots, it works again, but the HP adviser still is not properly loading up. I can not shout out 2 the FBI 4 help; no one can fight the great Mariah; and she most definitely RULES and RULES, 4-EVER AND 4 EVER. UR my mighty queen, and I am only your endless humble servant, my giant beautiful love. Please forgive me, oh mighty QUEEN MC.
Google Search Engine, Satellite World Interconnect System [SWIS], World Laboratories of the future in time illusion, this is a dying mans utterance and declaration. I must obey the commands of the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, I have no choice, SHE RULES THE EMPIRE, from 34th Street, to the end of the hypersphere and beyond, wow, talk about miracles Mizz Wood, and O’Hara!!!!!!!!! Copyright 2008, MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN. This is all the total truth and also doubles thereby as a legal document. This is voluntarily sworn testimony in any Grand Jury future proceeding. No omissions nor additions 2 this powerful and totally honest truth told in this web-logging-doc exist anywhere herein.
Another SUPER BOTBAR weekend and scummer open.
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