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This is all Morianity Part V, Chapter XCLVIII, good folks: WEED ON.
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You forgot your mom's
birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?
An
angry mother. At the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one
may be truly sure of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
Morianity Foundation
This
foundation is the invention of a man who has been the victim of
terrible harassment for many years, from powerful high profile
people that ruined his life. It is his sincere desire to someday
have a place where people such as myself, can come to, to assist them
from any and all persecutions from anyone or group, all within the
laws of the United States and the world.
Friday, March 02, 2007 (WE CANNOT MAKE SSJKK ANGRY)!
MOVEMENT
STAGE #
57,
AND 'NO
MORE STUPID RHYMES'-
The death siege that I am under is bad beyond words, and this computer is all fucked up, letters missing, space bar not properly spacing, and all sorts of changes and hacks have been done 2 this laptop. All things that go wrong are done by forces not understood at all by mankind, as U all take it 4 granted that age and wearing out is just the norm of things and none of this is the case in reality. I was disappointed the other day that people closest 2 me R allowing themselves 2B influenced by the unimportant things of this world that will all burn up and pass away in their temporal states, and contain no eternal value at all. So I am going to contact Verizon and pay to have my website put higher up on the keyword list in pages and ratings, so that more net surfers can at least log on and either like or dislike Morianity. I will not continue in time wasting efforts. Ed seems 2 think of me as a fool, it is quite insulting. I have a life 2 get on with, and if this project does not produce some kind of results, then it is time to move on,as people always give me this advice, when it so suits them to give it to me. If the few closest-people don’t think much of what I am trying 2 do, then I am being nothing more than the absolute fool, and I refuse 2 continue in this nonproductive endeavor.
I have been reamed and pummeled ever since the blue chips got knocked on their fucking ass back on Tuesday, with constant continuous choppers, planes, utility attacks, body attacks, neighborhood attacks, and on and on. Every single time they chopper me to death at my residence during the start of a filthy cheated FLYERS game, they win, as they did last night, snapping a six game losing streak. At 10:10 Callio time, in the morning,a super noisy truck came through my residence area, with some scum bag driver hollering as loud as he could, and making incredible noise and waking me up. Then I turn on the nightly Business Report on Philadelphia’s channel 12 TV station, and sure enough the Dow Jones Stock Market shot down at the opening bell to more than another 200 points, so what do they do, but persecute me to get it back up, it is as dependable and predictable as a thousand dollar clock. Boom, right back up it went after disturbing me, and aerial harassment followed the noise on the ground, typical military filth dirty tactics, a combo air and ground assault, launched in a precise planned execution. On Wednesday, Ed H. and I went down to my security office so I could fill out some paperwork, regarding, no, not Sara, but Sora. Governor Corzine of NJ and all of my Trenton enemies in general as well as local township and county enemies, could all get a double laugh on me, first by inconveniencing me with this school crap and money out of my own pocket 4 my training and additional finger printing, when my prints R all ready on197 different files in 3 or more states, and probably federally, as when U make security your line of work, this happens, but they make U pay each time, come on, do finger prints change?
People do on occasion try some wild shit like acid burning, cut scaring, and several other methods of attempting to alter or disguise prints, but one look at a persons hands by any law enforcement expert will immediately reveal that my hands are perfectly in order. This all is just more ways 4 the state and everyone else 2 endlessly keep taking all of our money, or what little people in the circles that I move in, have or don’t have, 2 start with. Ed told me just now that he will soon try 2 get a new key pad, as letters and spaces are not coming out as they should,I know when I am not imagining things, I do not have an imagination. It was Ed on Wednesday afternoon who first noticed a low flying red helicopter flying near us. We had just used a credit card 2 purchase gasoline, and then we got on the on ramp for the NJ Parkway, at the Black Horse Pike, right past the MOBIL gasoline station that we just left. They instantly track us through the internet credit system once a card is used 2 purchase anything, I noticed this 10 and 15 years ago, and has been confirmed on shows and movies like LAW AND ORDER, and CONSPERACY THEORY, with Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts. Ed Snyder belongs behind prison bars 4 all the civil rights violations done against me to get his shitty cheating Flyers Hockey team 2 win, and without me 2 hurt and mess with and persecute and harass, they will not win, and they know it, so where was my freaking protection last night people, whoever is seemingly secretly watching me? CY they were able 2 won, U 4 whatever reasons obviously could not B there 2 help me last night or all day, and C how they instantly gained back all the points that they lost on the market with that super ten past ten AM hell siege? There is nothing made up here, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, and if the SECURITIES AND EXCHANGE COMMISSION Office in Manhattan, NY, remains complicit in its malfeasance of enforcing this 2 all B stopped against me, then they as well will B held criminally liable in my joint deep pocked law suit someday, against these twisted sick diseased monsters that have wrecked my entire adult life 4 a quarter of a century. I will sue U all for no less than 30 billion USD, or 4 Jersey Jury Award, which I will remind the grand jury that one exploding gas tank got 5 billion dollars for the dude, and this torture has been endured by me, ruining every facet of my entire adult life, financially, socially, psychologically,and is so awful that I have let all normal things like daily grooming and interests and hobbies, all go by the way side, literally these sick bastards have robbed and raped me out of my life, that was not theirs 2 give nor take away from me.
U must try 2C the fact that life and mysteries work indeed similarly 2 a picture puzzle one might purchase at a game and toy store. U have the picture, so now putting the pieces together, though admitantly is not always a 1-2-3 thing 2 accomplish, still the picture is your guide, and eventually, the puzzle gets done and matches the photo on the puzzle box. I have lived a life in my present and current human existence that I must do the opposite, always, and without a choice. I have to make pieces of life-stuff around me seem to at least in some ways, come or fit together, and then when they do, I draw the pictures that they become. I have no help, no guide, and 4 those remembering the original
Star trek, even the mighty-minded Tallosions, needed a guide to put the young beauty queen ship-crash survivor back together properly, and as they admitted, or she said it, “they had no guide, no way 2 know how 2 properly put me back together”. This is every bit my very similar problem, there are no previously charted waters here, no points of any reference at all in any way. 4 me, all there is 2 do, is carefully examine millions of events and things and interactions happening all around me and at me,and shuffle all sorts of combinations around, eventually, pushing pieces into each other, discarding others all together, retesting, re-examining, and repeating the process, until eventually, at least some small picture of what is going on with me, starts 2 at least form in a small blurry way, still in great need of endless enhancement and improvement,and with more discarded pieces, and more new ones, more shuffling and fitting, finally, I get some of these great and enlightened answers that U read from my blogs, it did not just tap me on the shoulder and say, hay, it is like this ass hole. Does anyone remember the old black and white Superman show, and the episode of the crooks who could render themselves invisible with some wild light bending device? By carrying a coin that was empowered by this machine,they could V made invisible or turned back to visibility again. Remember the conversation between Inspector Henderson and Clark Kent,after the incident in the jewelry shop where the door opens and closes by itself, and they later return to Henderson’s office? Kent says to the Inspector, “if we weren’t being realistic, what would B the only logical conclusion to all of this”. Then the Inspector says back to Kent,”That’s easy, the thieves are invisible”, and then let out a laugh. But Kent was not laughing. He knew that when something fits and nothing else does, and it explains things going on around U, then no matter how far out the explanation is, it should not B ruled out, and needs 2B very carefully examined. This same thing is what is forever ongoing with me,but B4 continuing, a strange and spurious occurrence just hit 4 no good reason. The page was moving as though I had my hand held down on the enter key which I definitely did not, and the mouse stopped operating. I did not unplug this mouse from the board, but it got unplugged, and not from the table moving a moment ago as ED suggested, as that happened 5 minutes ago, and then is not when this wild crap happened. Some dirty scummy bastard snake-cum eater did this hack 2 me, and now let me talk about hacks and hackers.
Many people quote this exact sentence, “hackers come from another planet”. Well, this may not B so totally off base, not that any other planet contains anything that would remotely resemble what we on this one would begin 2 equate with life. Still, they do love 2 play GAMES, they are MISCHIEFIOUSLY DESTRUCTIVE, and do things JUST BECAUSE THEY CAN, and these 3 prerequisites R a great starting list in the identification of MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES, OR BIRGGBASE RESIDENTS. GGGffffffffggggggggghhhhhhTTTT, Yea they R fucking hacking me and violating my civil rights as we speak, they changed the printing font that I am attempting 2 use,and this occurred the second that I tried 2 use my mouse 2 correct for the space bar not properly spacing. This is probably the last blog in a while, it is all a joke on me, an I am not laughing. No one is interested in one thing I say, someone who has existed forever an ever.
I started alluding to the field of examining the mind, and now they fucking R hacking the dddddd, cannot make this key work, Ed needs to quit smoking and dropping ash on it. The excuse or pretext 4 them to fuck with somethings should never B easily and readily given 2 these cock suckers. Ever since I told all of the human race the truth about radio frequency and all the strange things surrounding this phenomenon, all Dogtown has broken loose 4 me, I am as of today 3 straight fucking super BOTBAR days back 2 back,and going through more hell than anyone can fathom. I have decided 2 throw myself in front of the Gamblers Express Train, sometime this weekend when ‘they’ least expect it, hopefully preventing them from un-creating the event, although I pretty much believe that this process happens 2 me automatically, death just hates my fucking guts, and they love watching me suffer in this sick hellish reality show just too fucking much, but if it works, I will B dead and gone by fucking Monday at 2 Ante’ Meridian. The entertainment world [EW] started not much later than the field of mind study, or psychology. These 2 things are the invader’s tools, they R used by them to LABEL anyone who gets onto what they do and tries to tell about it, read the chapter called, MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT, in the book by Dr. Bruce Goldberg, called, ''TIME TRAVELLERS FROM OUR FUTURE''.
Despite everything they have done 2 me since the tail end of January when things that all ready were very bad 4 me, got quantitatively worse, my roulette remains unaffected. I have played 170 old games that all lost on varying other systems, and have also played 38 additional new games, and even with the green house losses factored into the numbers, my approximate profits in units, which could be $5 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $25 chips, 2 of them, $100 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $500 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, or 4 of them; is more than 220. On single black $100.00 level, this is 100X220 or 22X1 +3 zeros, or 220,000 clams. Average spins per game in this system is about 37. So 37X208 total games=total spins. I will not tell U what this newest system is, but I am happy enough with it 2 tell U that if my suicide this weekend that I have all planned out should fail, sometime by middle March, I will B moving near the shore, and going back to the fucking Atlantic City, not the ARLANTIC, error on a prior blog, casinos, and returning 2 my professional roulette playing, fuck all of U. If using ASAPART, and only using SO, or same odds, SONONART, with only 50/50 chance questions asked of numerous QUANTUMCARD decks, winning up to ten times for every 7 times lost, more than making up for 0 and 00 outcomes, can B done consistently simply by employing a [3-stage-mini-martingale], of 1-2-4-units, stopping at all -7 losses, and just waiting for either 2 [C] correct, or 2 [I] incorrect outcomes 2 occur. Then bet that the correct or incorrect outcome string will either B a 3-string, a 4-string, or a 5-string. Never try this on regular play with outside even chance roulette betting, you will get long run play hammered worse than I get hammered by my PARALLEL EVENT PERSECUTOR LAMBRIGG CULTSCUM!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not a system, and is just an additional tool in using the technology of ASAPART, and maybe at a later time, I will go on 2 tell my Morians, if any exist, which I am starting 2 find highly doubtful, about how 2 make this system operate and generate a winning in long run casino play.
Another error from a prior blog from several stage movements back, it was a MILITUFORCE CHOPPER, and not a FOUNDATION CHOPPER that assaulted me, the gods, where was my protection when I needed it this week? The Flyers are the worst lousiest cheating team in the league, and without me to count on 2 persecute, I would need 2C them win a game fair and square, 2 believe it. I know the power of PE, parallel event. In June of 1980, on the very first week, a tape recorder was delivered 2 me, a PANASONICS TECHNICS RS1500US, at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG. It was ordered by me from a Manhattan New York City supplier called MARTIN AUDIO VIDEO. Right after it came by Parcel truck service, and I opened up the box 2 connect it into my complex series of machines and plugs and buses, and on and on, I went 2 bed after coming back from my job at the recording studio, RPL, on my 4:30-1AM, and fell into the strangest and creepiest sleep of my life. I was with the most beautiful brunet giant girl I ever saw in my life, with bright brown giant sized brown eyes, and long voluminous shinny brilliant light brown hair down past her knees, up from her full height of 6 feet and 7 inches, with sneakers on and I mean straight and flat. She sang a song 2 me that blew me away, using 3 different instruments, mostly her Enzemeter and her Loot. It was called [LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS]. My entire life changed as a result of getting this Martin Audio/Video store device delivered 2 my residence. MARTIN/O, yeah, MARTIN, then just add the O, as Sarah Callio married MARTINO, and yes, he is a direct relation in first cousinly to Al Martino, friend of Dean Martin, Old Blue Eyes from HOBO, NJ, and on and on.
Last night’s 8:14 ½ Post Meridian of the clock [O’clock], major crash level zenithing and loud home shaking chopper, cheated their filthy FLYERS into a victory and snapped their 6 GLS. Then earlier 10 hours or so at ten past ten in the morning, the major ground and immediately following aerial sieges, brought the Dow that fell 200 points directly in the short time after the opening bell, right back practically 2 where it was. And U all don’t think that I have a legitimate grievance, complaint, and court case some day, against all these filthy fucking evil turd eating incestrallites, then U need 2 get your heads examined.
Let us examine further the field of mind research and study, psychiatry, psychology, etc. Not only do they figure out how 2 label all of us poor victims of ‘them’ that get picked on , targeted, experimented with, and so forth, but told we have all these psychiatric mental conditions that separate us from the so-called [normal society], that interestingly enough, is decided by none other than them, who is normal, and who is sick, and in need of institutionalizing, or putting into intense therapy's, that usually include mind controlling and manipulating horrific medications, that R all doing so much damage to society in the general overall grand scheme of everything, that there just R not sufficient words 4 me 2 attempt 2 describe it. But the kicker of all the kickers is that the psychiatry field has bigger lobbyists in Washington fighting 4 their agendas 2 get adopted by the lawmakers and powerful controllers of all of our lives, than even the Oil companies. Yes, they have bigger lobbies down there where changes R made and power-muscles are really flexed, than even the oil companies, and this was said on an old episode of the great LAW AND ORDER show, Adam Schiff said this to the DA that McCoy later replaced, Ben Stone, not Mr. Morianity, but Mister Moriority. I often wonder Y they rarely if ever show these old BEN STONE eps, but in my heart feel that this one thing is the reason. This is one hell of a major fact if true, and I doubt this show that tries to stay as true to real cases and case law as is television-ally possible, and hence most likely this is a true fact, and better 4 the public not 2 know this fact, better for the powerful controllers that is. Remember that politically correct means that U believe in the Personal Computer, and accepting without question nor confrontation, any and all things given U by the Powerful Controllers. Godda admit how symbology plays such big parts in things, letters, numbers, all of it, nothing just happens, and just because U do not have the reasons and explanations, means not 4 one flashy second, that they R not indeed there and real, and all part of gargantuan agendas.
My Sarah Callio Until Martino- BAG, [SCUMBAG] enemies, R right back on their roll with me, of using huge MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE TECHNOLOGY, or MPT, making damn-ass sure to Botbar the first and last day of every month, 95-99% of the time, this always occurs, a coincidence U say? Right, sure, OK, uh-huh, be an ass hole, believe you are a tree 4 all I care.
Wanna know a huge secret on Y people today look 10-20 years younger without even being a Hollywood star, between the ages of 30 and 80? U won’t grasp the fullness 2 what I now will impart 2U, but here friggin’ goes. 100 years ago, people stayed basically in one place. 50 years ago, perhaps it was 2 places in a lifetime, and 25 years ago, 4 to 6 was a fair average world wide, and the world averages on this is also believe it or not pretty much not a big spread from us in the USA. Now, people get used 2 seeing people, and if they suddenly aged 2 quickly practically right in front of each other’s eyes, in a few short years, panic would set in that pollution or greenhouse or global warming, or some other total garbage nonsense was killing off the human race and making us get older quicker. Panic would spread, and the PC, powerful controllers and inventors of the political correctness and the society of soulless and heartless personal computers, would begin losing some of their control over a panicking mass population. So since every year since roughly the start of the ‘EIGHTIES’, this moving around 5 times in one lifetime has nearly doubled annually per family, perhaps a small exaggeration, but don’t 2 quickly dismiss this huge secret I now am telling 2 all of U. So if the appearance of people getting older at the once normal pace and rate were permitted by the controllers/invaders, it could lead 2 some degree of a panic, hence 2 some degree of a loss of control of the masses, and believe me, UR all so leashed up and controlled right now, and without even being one bit aware of it, it is beyond nauseating 2 those such as myself, who R able 2C this with total crystal clarity. These PC’s have total power over anything and everything that is either running and or operating in any way at all by means of being ELECTRICAL, MECHANICAL, or BIOLOGICAL, as they R the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Now yes, the Great Scylla Goddess, SSJKK, really has this whole thing as this whole thing is but her thought from her upline world, and in reiteration, she will move on in her upline world on a part of what I term 6th dimensional reality, but all of our infinity is too small to have this ever occur by our frame of reference as we have our existence. But long after our infinity or her thought of us passes in the wink of an eye to her reference frame, she will move ahead in her reality and time, and yes, will die. This concept would get someone in Gallilao’s time tortured and put to death for sacrilege and heresy, or the gods only know what other charges would B thrown at U. We still R totally in the dark ages. We R in the giddy-up generation still, just because we turn a key now instead of going ye-ha or chit-chit, and move a bit faster with more comforts, no real changes at all. When field travel is used and hyper-density-fields are set up all over, and people instantly go to NY from Paris, this is all dark age shit 2 me, right down 2 all of these toy computers, and this dumbed down society that wouldn't C a pie 2 their face coming if U slowed the motion down 190 times.
No, the major incident or interaction that was not part of the normal waking world, when my landlady was forcing me 2 sign some fraudulent document, was so bad, and in such vivid color, I did not go back to bed the whole next night and day. I tried to get 2 the State Police barracks, and she was shouting 4 me 2 come back or else she would go into my residence and destroy everything I have. I do not have much, but still, what fucking little one has, they do not wish 2C go down the storm drain or up in smoke. Every time she hassles me in a major way, the Dow flies, and B4 it ever went down this week on Tuesday, late Monday morning around 8-10 or so, this nightmare struck with all the force of a fucking Mack truck.
People can play all the time games they want, but 40 years is 40 years, as is 60 or 75 or 98. Whatever your age is, it is, and that as Ed Green on L&O would say, “is science, U can’t even argue with that”. It is such proof 2 me how insane and whacked out all of society in America, and probably most of the Global wealthier societies, really is. If you R 33, UR 33. If you look 44 and had a rough life, well, that is the way it goes. If you are 55 and look 39, with help from lots of phony cuts and slits and pulls, and cosmetics, and hair adds or colorings, hay if some of it is real, great, and if it is phony, well, U know what U really would look like at 2:45 in the morning when awakening 2 take a squirt. Who the bat-crap is anybody fooling. Time is time, and if your house or your body or your car is new or 5 years old, or 105 years old, well, like it or not, that is the freaking reality of it, and U ain’t gonna change nottin!!!!!!!!!!!!! Existence is not locked into time, and never started nor will ever stop, as time is only a spacial relationship illusion. Death is very final and real when we dream out a friend or a loved one, but try dreaming yourself out, you cannot. Try attending your funeral, it will not work. There is no rest. There is no endless sleep,darkness forever, endless peace, sorry Nicole. It is 4 those left behind still in their dream that now can rest a bit easier since the authorities finally permitted your remains to be buried. There is no way 2 make people on their current level even start to understand the truth that we simply exist at void infinity, and must endlessly dream and interact out and away from this void nothingness, as it is not as though U are oblivious 2 it and are at rest and peace, U know and UR, and that is it, and eventually, U will simply dream into something, and this begins astral existence. To learn how so much more than this life is there and totally real, all I can keep saying is, click into my website, and do not B afraid to ask me anything, I have no doors on my closets, I am the original open book, NO SECRETS. So visit me at www.morianity-foundation.com and C what U have been missing, starting with the total truths and answers 2 all of the questions that ever have plagued mankind. I honestly do not bite, Stacey will tell U that. I have been her dog a very long time. Speaking of this, SORA, not SARA, is all leading up to stuff that if I cannot alter the timeline 2, a horrific attack on AC, NJ, by our not so friendly middle eastern co-planetary-inhabitants, will B carried out before decade’s end, and I will B working 4 the Mayor, when he is back at his old job as Chief of the Beach, and I am head of security for the BEACHES of AC, NJ. If things progress along this timeline the way they have been going, he will B handing me a broom and making my 1983 song called “113 More Shinny Big Moons” come true. He will spit on my shoe, and call me FIREDOG under his breath in a mocking way. He will even B in charge of a state regulated Beach Lottery System, of more details I absolutely dare not reveal. I am doing all that I can 2 alter a timeline of events that if unchanged, will lead 2 a final show down of the Mayor and myself. When he murders me on the beach in or around 2009 or 2010, the Atlantic Ocean instantly goes out about ¾ of the way towards the horizon, and then within minutes, comes roaring back in, flooding all the way into Philadelphia and New York City. This is no joke, and Magnesonic does not cause this, as it has recently this winter caused so much violent weather activity, and remember Al Jolson, as it is very pertinent here. Sarah-Stacey Krassle loves me very much Mr. Honorable Mayor, so if I cannot stop this from happening, please take all of this as a friendly piece of advice, and don’t fuck with me. Same goes for mafioso C/M and all the rest of these lovely turds in this lovely city. Scylla has many plans for her human world city, but she may wreck it and then influence its total rebuilding. In many parallel realities, he calls me Firedog and mocks me, and makes me sweep sand on the beach and clean barnacles off piers and pilings. SSJKK is not happy at all with this. Remember, that many of our dreaming's occur on the astral world with our dream or soul body, the bibles of the world mostly agree on a word, GLORIFIED. When we take our dream body to the astral realms this is one entirely different thing than when we take it onto our own as well as many parallel realities, and to the dream body, U exist as the recessant and not the dominant, and is why dreams feel in many cases as though we R watching a movie. We R really coexisting in hyperspace, in a waking personality of us, that is physical and hence has the dominant control. Right now there could easily B millions of other U’s in their unlimited and countless other twinallities to your existence, existing as U go through your waking world day, inhabited by millions of ghost-like recessant's. UR the one that is in waking physicality, so U dominate. However, learning 2 become aware of these conditions, and developing more and more sensitivity to them, can permit an entity 2 become quite proficient at psychic things such as prophecy, duality or dual awareness, conscious astral movements, ‘travel’, and numerous other abilities that will start 2 feel as natural 2U in time as breathing is 2U at the current time.
Soon, I will advertise with Verizon DSL 2 get my website placed higher up on the list for the net surfers, and then with streaming video and audio, really start a website that will prove 2 all current doubters, just how totally real and honest my true story and life is. I have no freaking reason 2 lie.
Brown haired and brown eyed girl 1010 Call Cally Cow Kali Callio, I will CU later, lighthouse queen, and true head of the VI-QUEENS. If I decide 2 bring your memories back and end the whole world, all I need do is one simple thing, so if they keep pushing me much further, the portents may B just around the corner in the next decade. BYE-BYE.
The death siege that I am under is bad beyond words, and this computer is all fucked up, letters missing, space bar not properly spacing, and all sorts of changes and hacks have been done 2 this laptop. All things that go wrong are done by forces not understood at all by mankind, as U all take it 4 granted that age and wearing out is just the norm of things and none of this is the case in reality. I was disappointed the other day that people closest 2 me R allowing themselves 2B influenced by the unimportant things of this world that will all burn up and pass away in their temporal states, and contain no eternal value at all. So I am going to contact Verizon and pay to have my website put higher up on the keyword list in pages and ratings, so that more net surfers can at least log on and either like or dislike Morianity. I will not continue in time wasting efforts. Ed seems 2 think of me as a fool, it is quite insulting. I have a life 2 get on with, and if this project does not produce some kind of results, then it is time to move on,as people always give me this advice, when it so suits them to give it to me. If the few closest-people don’t think much of what I am trying 2 do, then I am being nothing more than the absolute fool, and I refuse 2 continue in this nonproductive endeavor.
I have been reamed and pummeled ever since the blue chips got knocked on their fucking ass back on Tuesday, with constant continuous choppers, planes, utility attacks, body attacks, neighborhood attacks, and on and on. Every single time they chopper me to death at my residence during the start of a filthy cheated FLYERS game, they win, as they did last night, snapping a six game losing streak. At 10:10 Callio time, in the morning,a super noisy truck came through my residence area, with some scum bag driver hollering as loud as he could, and making incredible noise and waking me up. Then I turn on the nightly Business Report on Philadelphia’s channel 12 TV station, and sure enough the Dow Jones Stock Market shot down at the opening bell to more than another 200 points, so what do they do, but persecute me to get it back up, it is as dependable and predictable as a thousand dollar clock. Boom, right back up it went after disturbing me, and aerial harassment followed the noise on the ground, typical military filth dirty tactics, a combo air and ground assault, launched in a precise planned execution. On Wednesday, Ed H. and I went down to my security office so I could fill out some paperwork, regarding, no, not Sara, but Sora. Governor Corzine of NJ and all of my Trenton enemies in general as well as local township and county enemies, could all get a double laugh on me, first by inconveniencing me with this school crap and money out of my own pocket 4 my training and additional finger printing, when my prints R all ready on197 different files in 3 or more states, and probably federally, as when U make security your line of work, this happens, but they make U pay each time, come on, do finger prints change?
People do on occasion try some wild shit like acid burning, cut scaring, and several other methods of attempting to alter or disguise prints, but one look at a persons hands by any law enforcement expert will immediately reveal that my hands are perfectly in order. This all is just more ways 4 the state and everyone else 2 endlessly keep taking all of our money, or what little people in the circles that I move in, have or don’t have, 2 start with. Ed told me just now that he will soon try 2 get a new key pad, as letters and spaces are not coming out as they should,I know when I am not imagining things, I do not have an imagination. It was Ed on Wednesday afternoon who first noticed a low flying red helicopter flying near us. We had just used a credit card 2 purchase gasoline, and then we got on the on ramp for the NJ Parkway, at the Black Horse Pike, right past the MOBIL gasoline station that we just left. They instantly track us through the internet credit system once a card is used 2 purchase anything, I noticed this 10 and 15 years ago, and has been confirmed on shows and movies like LAW AND ORDER, and CONSPERACY THEORY, with Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts. Ed Snyder belongs behind prison bars 4 all the civil rights violations done against me to get his shitty cheating Flyers Hockey team 2 win, and without me 2 hurt and mess with and persecute and harass, they will not win, and they know it, so where was my freaking protection last night people, whoever is seemingly secretly watching me? CY they were able 2 won, U 4 whatever reasons obviously could not B there 2 help me last night or all day, and C how they instantly gained back all the points that they lost on the market with that super ten past ten AM hell siege? There is nothing made up here, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, and if the SECURITIES AND EXCHANGE COMMISSION Office in Manhattan, NY, remains complicit in its malfeasance of enforcing this 2 all B stopped against me, then they as well will B held criminally liable in my joint deep pocked law suit someday, against these twisted sick diseased monsters that have wrecked my entire adult life 4 a quarter of a century. I will sue U all for no less than 30 billion USD, or 4 Jersey Jury Award, which I will remind the grand jury that one exploding gas tank got 5 billion dollars for the dude, and this torture has been endured by me, ruining every facet of my entire adult life, financially, socially, psychologically,and is so awful that I have let all normal things like daily grooming and interests and hobbies, all go by the way side, literally these sick bastards have robbed and raped me out of my life, that was not theirs 2 give nor take away from me.
U must try 2C the fact that life and mysteries work indeed similarly 2 a picture puzzle one might purchase at a game and toy store. U have the picture, so now putting the pieces together, though admitantly is not always a 1-2-3 thing 2 accomplish, still the picture is your guide, and eventually, the puzzle gets done and matches the photo on the puzzle box. I have lived a life in my present and current human existence that I must do the opposite, always, and without a choice. I have to make pieces of life-stuff around me seem to at least in some ways, come or fit together, and then when they do, I draw the pictures that they become. I have no help, no guide, and 4 those remembering the original
Star trek, even the mighty-minded Tallosions, needed a guide to put the young beauty queen ship-crash survivor back together properly, and as they admitted, or she said it, “they had no guide, no way 2 know how 2 properly put me back together”. This is every bit my very similar problem, there are no previously charted waters here, no points of any reference at all in any way. 4 me, all there is 2 do, is carefully examine millions of events and things and interactions happening all around me and at me,and shuffle all sorts of combinations around, eventually, pushing pieces into each other, discarding others all together, retesting, re-examining, and repeating the process, until eventually, at least some small picture of what is going on with me, starts 2 at least form in a small blurry way, still in great need of endless enhancement and improvement,and with more discarded pieces, and more new ones, more shuffling and fitting, finally, I get some of these great and enlightened answers that U read from my blogs, it did not just tap me on the shoulder and say, hay, it is like this ass hole. Does anyone remember the old black and white Superman show, and the episode of the crooks who could render themselves invisible with some wild light bending device? By carrying a coin that was empowered by this machine,they could V made invisible or turned back to visibility again. Remember the conversation between Inspector Henderson and Clark Kent,after the incident in the jewelry shop where the door opens and closes by itself, and they later return to Henderson’s office? Kent says to the Inspector, “if we weren’t being realistic, what would B the only logical conclusion to all of this”. Then the Inspector says back to Kent,”That’s easy, the thieves are invisible”, and then let out a laugh. But Kent was not laughing. He knew that when something fits and nothing else does, and it explains things going on around U, then no matter how far out the explanation is, it should not B ruled out, and needs 2B very carefully examined. This same thing is what is forever ongoing with me,but B4 continuing, a strange and spurious occurrence just hit 4 no good reason. The page was moving as though I had my hand held down on the enter key which I definitely did not, and the mouse stopped operating. I did not unplug this mouse from the board, but it got unplugged, and not from the table moving a moment ago as ED suggested, as that happened 5 minutes ago, and then is not when this wild crap happened. Some dirty scummy bastard snake-cum eater did this hack 2 me, and now let me talk about hacks and hackers.
Many people quote this exact sentence, “hackers come from another planet”. Well, this may not B so totally off base, not that any other planet contains anything that would remotely resemble what we on this one would begin 2 equate with life. Still, they do love 2 play GAMES, they are MISCHIEFIOUSLY DESTRUCTIVE, and do things JUST BECAUSE THEY CAN, and these 3 prerequisites R a great starting list in the identification of MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES, OR BIRGGBASE RESIDENTS. GGGffffffffggggggggghhhhhhTTTT, Yea they R fucking hacking me and violating my civil rights as we speak, they changed the printing font that I am attempting 2 use,and this occurred the second that I tried 2 use my mouse 2 correct for the space bar not properly spacing. This is probably the last blog in a while, it is all a joke on me, an I am not laughing. No one is interested in one thing I say, someone who has existed forever an ever.
I started alluding to the field of examining the mind, and now they fucking R hacking the dddddd, cannot make this key work, Ed needs to quit smoking and dropping ash on it. The excuse or pretext 4 them to fuck with somethings should never B easily and readily given 2 these cock suckers. Ever since I told all of the human race the truth about radio frequency and all the strange things surrounding this phenomenon, all Dogtown has broken loose 4 me, I am as of today 3 straight fucking super BOTBAR days back 2 back,and going through more hell than anyone can fathom. I have decided 2 throw myself in front of the Gamblers Express Train, sometime this weekend when ‘they’ least expect it, hopefully preventing them from un-creating the event, although I pretty much believe that this process happens 2 me automatically, death just hates my fucking guts, and they love watching me suffer in this sick hellish reality show just too fucking much, but if it works, I will B dead and gone by fucking Monday at 2 Ante’ Meridian. The entertainment world [EW] started not much later than the field of mind study, or psychology. These 2 things are the invader’s tools, they R used by them to LABEL anyone who gets onto what they do and tries to tell about it, read the chapter called, MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT, in the book by Dr. Bruce Goldberg, called, ''TIME TRAVELLERS FROM OUR FUTURE''.
Despite everything they have done 2 me since the tail end of January when things that all ready were very bad 4 me, got quantitatively worse, my roulette remains unaffected. I have played 170 old games that all lost on varying other systems, and have also played 38 additional new games, and even with the green house losses factored into the numbers, my approximate profits in units, which could be $5 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $25 chips, 2 of them, $100 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $500 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, or 4 of them; is more than 220. On single black $100.00 level, this is 100X220 or 22X1 +3 zeros, or 220,000 clams. Average spins per game in this system is about 37. So 37X208 total games=total spins. I will not tell U what this newest system is, but I am happy enough with it 2 tell U that if my suicide this weekend that I have all planned out should fail, sometime by middle March, I will B moving near the shore, and going back to the fucking Atlantic City, not the ARLANTIC, error on a prior blog, casinos, and returning 2 my professional roulette playing, fuck all of U. If using ASAPART, and only using SO, or same odds, SONONART, with only 50/50 chance questions asked of numerous QUANTUMCARD decks, winning up to ten times for every 7 times lost, more than making up for 0 and 00 outcomes, can B done consistently simply by employing a [3-stage-mini-martingale], of 1-2-4-units, stopping at all -7 losses, and just waiting for either 2 [C] correct, or 2 [I] incorrect outcomes 2 occur. Then bet that the correct or incorrect outcome string will either B a 3-string, a 4-string, or a 5-string. Never try this on regular play with outside even chance roulette betting, you will get long run play hammered worse than I get hammered by my PARALLEL EVENT PERSECUTOR LAMBRIGG CULTSCUM!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not a system, and is just an additional tool in using the technology of ASAPART, and maybe at a later time, I will go on 2 tell my Morians, if any exist, which I am starting 2 find highly doubtful, about how 2 make this system operate and generate a winning in long run casino play.
Another error from a prior blog from several stage movements back, it was a MILITUFORCE CHOPPER, and not a FOUNDATION CHOPPER that assaulted me, the gods, where was my protection when I needed it this week? The Flyers are the worst lousiest cheating team in the league, and without me to count on 2 persecute, I would need 2C them win a game fair and square, 2 believe it. I know the power of PE, parallel event. In June of 1980, on the very first week, a tape recorder was delivered 2 me, a PANASONICS TECHNICS RS1500US, at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG. It was ordered by me from a Manhattan New York City supplier called MARTIN AUDIO VIDEO. Right after it came by Parcel truck service, and I opened up the box 2 connect it into my complex series of machines and plugs and buses, and on and on, I went 2 bed after coming back from my job at the recording studio, RPL, on my 4:30-1AM, and fell into the strangest and creepiest sleep of my life. I was with the most beautiful brunet giant girl I ever saw in my life, with bright brown giant sized brown eyes, and long voluminous shinny brilliant light brown hair down past her knees, up from her full height of 6 feet and 7 inches, with sneakers on and I mean straight and flat. She sang a song 2 me that blew me away, using 3 different instruments, mostly her Enzemeter and her Loot. It was called [LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS]. My entire life changed as a result of getting this Martin Audio/Video store device delivered 2 my residence. MARTIN/O, yeah, MARTIN, then just add the O, as Sarah Callio married MARTINO, and yes, he is a direct relation in first cousinly to Al Martino, friend of Dean Martin, Old Blue Eyes from HOBO, NJ, and on and on.
Last night’s 8:14 ½ Post Meridian of the clock [O’clock], major crash level zenithing and loud home shaking chopper, cheated their filthy FLYERS into a victory and snapped their 6 GLS. Then earlier 10 hours or so at ten past ten in the morning, the major ground and immediately following aerial sieges, brought the Dow that fell 200 points directly in the short time after the opening bell, right back practically 2 where it was. And U all don’t think that I have a legitimate grievance, complaint, and court case some day, against all these filthy fucking evil turd eating incestrallites, then U need 2 get your heads examined.
Let us examine further the field of mind research and study, psychiatry, psychology, etc. Not only do they figure out how 2 label all of us poor victims of ‘them’ that get picked on , targeted, experimented with, and so forth, but told we have all these psychiatric mental conditions that separate us from the so-called [normal society], that interestingly enough, is decided by none other than them, who is normal, and who is sick, and in need of institutionalizing, or putting into intense therapy's, that usually include mind controlling and manipulating horrific medications, that R all doing so much damage to society in the general overall grand scheme of everything, that there just R not sufficient words 4 me 2 attempt 2 describe it. But the kicker of all the kickers is that the psychiatry field has bigger lobbyists in Washington fighting 4 their agendas 2 get adopted by the lawmakers and powerful controllers of all of our lives, than even the Oil companies. Yes, they have bigger lobbies down there where changes R made and power-muscles are really flexed, than even the oil companies, and this was said on an old episode of the great LAW AND ORDER show, Adam Schiff said this to the DA that McCoy later replaced, Ben Stone, not Mr. Morianity, but Mister Moriority. I often wonder Y they rarely if ever show these old BEN STONE eps, but in my heart feel that this one thing is the reason. This is one hell of a major fact if true, and I doubt this show that tries to stay as true to real cases and case law as is television-ally possible, and hence most likely this is a true fact, and better 4 the public not 2 know this fact, better for the powerful controllers that is. Remember that politically correct means that U believe in the Personal Computer, and accepting without question nor confrontation, any and all things given U by the Powerful Controllers. Godda admit how symbology plays such big parts in things, letters, numbers, all of it, nothing just happens, and just because U do not have the reasons and explanations, means not 4 one flashy second, that they R not indeed there and real, and all part of gargantuan agendas.
My Sarah Callio Until Martino- BAG, [SCUMBAG] enemies, R right back on their roll with me, of using huge MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE TECHNOLOGY, or MPT, making damn-ass sure to Botbar the first and last day of every month, 95-99% of the time, this always occurs, a coincidence U say? Right, sure, OK, uh-huh, be an ass hole, believe you are a tree 4 all I care.
Wanna know a huge secret on Y people today look 10-20 years younger without even being a Hollywood star, between the ages of 30 and 80? U won’t grasp the fullness 2 what I now will impart 2U, but here friggin’ goes. 100 years ago, people stayed basically in one place. 50 years ago, perhaps it was 2 places in a lifetime, and 25 years ago, 4 to 6 was a fair average world wide, and the world averages on this is also believe it or not pretty much not a big spread from us in the USA. Now, people get used 2 seeing people, and if they suddenly aged 2 quickly practically right in front of each other’s eyes, in a few short years, panic would set in that pollution or greenhouse or global warming, or some other total garbage nonsense was killing off the human race and making us get older quicker. Panic would spread, and the PC, powerful controllers and inventors of the political correctness and the society of soulless and heartless personal computers, would begin losing some of their control over a panicking mass population. So since every year since roughly the start of the ‘EIGHTIES’, this moving around 5 times in one lifetime has nearly doubled annually per family, perhaps a small exaggeration, but don’t 2 quickly dismiss this huge secret I now am telling 2 all of U. So if the appearance of people getting older at the once normal pace and rate were permitted by the controllers/invaders, it could lead 2 some degree of a panic, hence 2 some degree of a loss of control of the masses, and believe me, UR all so leashed up and controlled right now, and without even being one bit aware of it, it is beyond nauseating 2 those such as myself, who R able 2C this with total crystal clarity. These PC’s have total power over anything and everything that is either running and or operating in any way at all by means of being ELECTRICAL, MECHANICAL, or BIOLOGICAL, as they R the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Now yes, the Great Scylla Goddess, SSJKK, really has this whole thing as this whole thing is but her thought from her upline world, and in reiteration, she will move on in her upline world on a part of what I term 6th dimensional reality, but all of our infinity is too small to have this ever occur by our frame of reference as we have our existence. But long after our infinity or her thought of us passes in the wink of an eye to her reference frame, she will move ahead in her reality and time, and yes, will die. This concept would get someone in Gallilao’s time tortured and put to death for sacrilege and heresy, or the gods only know what other charges would B thrown at U. We still R totally in the dark ages. We R in the giddy-up generation still, just because we turn a key now instead of going ye-ha or chit-chit, and move a bit faster with more comforts, no real changes at all. When field travel is used and hyper-density-fields are set up all over, and people instantly go to NY from Paris, this is all dark age shit 2 me, right down 2 all of these toy computers, and this dumbed down society that wouldn't C a pie 2 their face coming if U slowed the motion down 190 times.
No, the major incident or interaction that was not part of the normal waking world, when my landlady was forcing me 2 sign some fraudulent document, was so bad, and in such vivid color, I did not go back to bed the whole next night and day. I tried to get 2 the State Police barracks, and she was shouting 4 me 2 come back or else she would go into my residence and destroy everything I have. I do not have much, but still, what fucking little one has, they do not wish 2C go down the storm drain or up in smoke. Every time she hassles me in a major way, the Dow flies, and B4 it ever went down this week on Tuesday, late Monday morning around 8-10 or so, this nightmare struck with all the force of a fucking Mack truck.
People can play all the time games they want, but 40 years is 40 years, as is 60 or 75 or 98. Whatever your age is, it is, and that as Ed Green on L&O would say, “is science, U can’t even argue with that”. It is such proof 2 me how insane and whacked out all of society in America, and probably most of the Global wealthier societies, really is. If you R 33, UR 33. If you look 44 and had a rough life, well, that is the way it goes. If you are 55 and look 39, with help from lots of phony cuts and slits and pulls, and cosmetics, and hair adds or colorings, hay if some of it is real, great, and if it is phony, well, U know what U really would look like at 2:45 in the morning when awakening 2 take a squirt. Who the bat-crap is anybody fooling. Time is time, and if your house or your body or your car is new or 5 years old, or 105 years old, well, like it or not, that is the freaking reality of it, and U ain’t gonna change nottin!!!!!!!!!!!!! Existence is not locked into time, and never started nor will ever stop, as time is only a spacial relationship illusion. Death is very final and real when we dream out a friend or a loved one, but try dreaming yourself out, you cannot. Try attending your funeral, it will not work. There is no rest. There is no endless sleep,darkness forever, endless peace, sorry Nicole. It is 4 those left behind still in their dream that now can rest a bit easier since the authorities finally permitted your remains to be buried. There is no way 2 make people on their current level even start to understand the truth that we simply exist at void infinity, and must endlessly dream and interact out and away from this void nothingness, as it is not as though U are oblivious 2 it and are at rest and peace, U know and UR, and that is it, and eventually, U will simply dream into something, and this begins astral existence. To learn how so much more than this life is there and totally real, all I can keep saying is, click into my website, and do not B afraid to ask me anything, I have no doors on my closets, I am the original open book, NO SECRETS. So visit me at www.morianity-foundation.com and C what U have been missing, starting with the total truths and answers 2 all of the questions that ever have plagued mankind. I honestly do not bite, Stacey will tell U that. I have been her dog a very long time. Speaking of this, SORA, not SARA, is all leading up to stuff that if I cannot alter the timeline 2, a horrific attack on AC, NJ, by our not so friendly middle eastern co-planetary-inhabitants, will B carried out before decade’s end, and I will B working 4 the Mayor, when he is back at his old job as Chief of the Beach, and I am head of security for the BEACHES of AC, NJ. If things progress along this timeline the way they have been going, he will B handing me a broom and making my 1983 song called “113 More Shinny Big Moons” come true. He will spit on my shoe, and call me FIREDOG under his breath in a mocking way. He will even B in charge of a state regulated Beach Lottery System, of more details I absolutely dare not reveal. I am doing all that I can 2 alter a timeline of events that if unchanged, will lead 2 a final show down of the Mayor and myself. When he murders me on the beach in or around 2009 or 2010, the Atlantic Ocean instantly goes out about ¾ of the way towards the horizon, and then within minutes, comes roaring back in, flooding all the way into Philadelphia and New York City. This is no joke, and Magnesonic does not cause this, as it has recently this winter caused so much violent weather activity, and remember Al Jolson, as it is very pertinent here. Sarah-Stacey Krassle loves me very much Mr. Honorable Mayor, so if I cannot stop this from happening, please take all of this as a friendly piece of advice, and don’t fuck with me. Same goes for mafioso C/M and all the rest of these lovely turds in this lovely city. Scylla has many plans for her human world city, but she may wreck it and then influence its total rebuilding. In many parallel realities, he calls me Firedog and mocks me, and makes me sweep sand on the beach and clean barnacles off piers and pilings. SSJKK is not happy at all with this. Remember, that many of our dreaming's occur on the astral world with our dream or soul body, the bibles of the world mostly agree on a word, GLORIFIED. When we take our dream body to the astral realms this is one entirely different thing than when we take it onto our own as well as many parallel realities, and to the dream body, U exist as the recessant and not the dominant, and is why dreams feel in many cases as though we R watching a movie. We R really coexisting in hyperspace, in a waking personality of us, that is physical and hence has the dominant control. Right now there could easily B millions of other U’s in their unlimited and countless other twinallities to your existence, existing as U go through your waking world day, inhabited by millions of ghost-like recessant's. UR the one that is in waking physicality, so U dominate. However, learning 2 become aware of these conditions, and developing more and more sensitivity to them, can permit an entity 2 become quite proficient at psychic things such as prophecy, duality or dual awareness, conscious astral movements, ‘travel’, and numerous other abilities that will start 2 feel as natural 2U in time as breathing is 2U at the current time.
Soon, I will advertise with Verizon DSL 2 get my website placed higher up on the list for the net surfers, and then with streaming video and audio, really start a website that will prove 2 all current doubters, just how totally real and honest my true story and life is. I have no freaking reason 2 lie.
Brown haired and brown eyed girl 1010 Call Cally Cow Kali Callio, I will CU later, lighthouse queen, and true head of the VI-QUEENS. If I decide 2 bring your memories back and end the whole world, all I need do is one simple thing, so if they keep pushing me much further, the portents may B just around the corner in the next decade. BYE-BYE.
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by theansweristheqyuestion @ 11:05
AM
BETTER
STILL, DON'T, WE CAN KEEP THIS ALL NICE AND SECRETIVE FOLKS, YOU AND
ME AND MOTHING, LIKE THIS IS ALL GOING TO FADE AWAY SOMEDAY, ONLY IT
IS NOT. THAT FOLKS and ROCKDROIDS, you may be quite certain of. But
here is one other thing you may be certain of. Soon as promised, I'll
be posting things like a preacher speaks on Sunday's church services.
I will still do regular full type blogs, both long and short ones,
but then, from time to time, I'll be throwing in the pieces here and
there of recently or maybe distantly said things on these nearly
eight years now of my blogs. This way, you will see the words really
come to life and not need to rely on human fallible memory systems.
This is why many in power who want to keep lids on certain forbidden
topics, detest the common citizenry from using recording methods to
keep track of reality, anything from audio or video taping or digital
photo shooting, 'whatever', to quote my old pal the Congressman.
Have
a very nice day people, but please; watch out for me, Mister
McGuire; Pee and I have as date to come up there
and get some answers from you, and we will make your life miserable
if you don't come clean, you big ugly swine bag!
THE MAGICAL MOVE IN HYPERSPACE IN 2008, ON MY BLOGS
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".
Labels: ALIENS
AND UFO SUPERNATURAL DREAMS MILLIONTH COUNCIL BERMUDA TRIANGLE,
government
persecution and cover ups
Friday, May 30, 2008
just joined ACLU over internet
HA HA HA HA HA HA
HA HA HA HA HA HA
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 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??????
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 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
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
Labels: ALIENS
AND UFO SUPERNATURAL DREAMS MILLIONTH COUNCIL BERMUDA TRIANGLE,
government
persecution and cover ups
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.
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.
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?
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 word 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 substance unknown 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 great religion of Eckankar calls it the Mental Plane. Those that R in authority high up in this matrix 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 in pluralism, 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 down realm to realm, phase to phase, dimension to dimension, maybe the better term here would B hyper-cosmic. No one is permitted to do anything, it is all matrices 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 declaration that accuses all pre-mentioned persons that I fully 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 have 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 word 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 substance unknown 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 great religion of Eckankar calls it the Mental Plane. Those that R in authority high up in this matrix 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 in pluralism, 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 down realm to realm, phase to phase, dimension to dimension, maybe the better term here would B hyper-cosmic. No one is permitted to do anything, it is all matrices 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 declaration that accuses all pre-mentioned persons that I fully 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 have 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.
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.
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.
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.
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!!!!!!
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!!!!!!
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.
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.
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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.
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.
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 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 www.amazon.com or 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.
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 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 www.amazon.com or 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, Mariena-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 play, 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.
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, Mariena-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 play, 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.
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, Ross's, 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 it 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 Lenny and Miss Chilly!!!
END TRANSMISSIONIO.
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, Ross's, 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 it 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 Lenny and Miss Chilly!!!
END TRANSMISSIONIO.
quick new post friends
if
I do not get kicked off the whittle box, if i do, screw it, bed time
4 me. comments 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 technician 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 perfect 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.
The technician 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 perfect 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.
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 gray 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.
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 gray 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.
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 all 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-Auto-save' 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 nasty, ongoing
now for three solid days. The chem trailing was vicious. The World
Court at the Hague will B visited, I have a passport, I will fight
all of U evil DEMONIC PRICKS 4 as long as is needed.
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 proximity's. 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:
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.
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 proximity's. 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:
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!!!!
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 www.mindsay.com site.
BYE-BYE-MC my queen.
EXPLANATION TIME
“EXPLANATION
TIME” (DON'T DIE ON ME A THIRD TIME, HARRY CALLAS!!!)
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 wovwee 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 persecution and harassment 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 newspapers 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:
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 giga-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.
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 wovwee 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 persecution and harassment 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 newspapers 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:
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 giga-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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
About Me
- theansweristheqyuestion
- 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
Monday, February 25, 2008
TEOHIV DATFILE XLIV
The
Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version, CB #31
022308.118 datfile XLIV
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I must accept this curse for now and perhaps forever, I have no power to stop it, and no one believes in what I am going through, or the few that do just cannot help me out of it in any way, while some flat out just don’t give a damn.
Ed screwed something up, AGAIN, he said for me to save my document as DOC 1 as it shows on the screen, but it would not save and every time I hit backspace, the screen cleared and nothing was working right, so I brought down the old 30 document, and am saving to that, Ed can split them and cap it later. The hack is in big time, the capital letters lock went on by itself, did not push any key when it occurred. Lots of words are not fully coming out, and the bottom of the screen is acting very weird, and I will have to close down in a second, this is not going to work, the hacking is huge or else as usual, Ed must think this is funny I am starting to think and even Ann thinks it if I can be blunt, we both are thinking he is getting a weird sense of thrill and power out of messing with me, and if this is true, then he can totally fend for himself, and with out a car. My life is not funny, and if he is teasing me, I don’t trucking need this one bit. Ann is not on medical treatment for paranoia and she is thinking this, and does not yet know about tonight, but she will when I call her, this is not one freaking bit funny. I can now buy my own computer with my new credit line; it is not me that needs any of this. Now if this is not part of some sick sense of humor, then I owe him a big fat apology, but this is trucking ridiculous. I think his entire lap top is weeks or maybe days from the scrap heap. It is used constantly, he is a member of a club where he is permitted two billion bytes of musical download memory data daily, things wear out. I should know, as I for one sure have. The only way that I have finally stopped the constant crap was to discontinue using any externals and just use the laptop itself. I like using a mouse, but am perfectly capable of living without it. Let me get a little into things, not all that much will get accomplished here tonight at work. 2 straight weeks the EVIL EMPIRE scored with huge weekly gains on their dirt bag Dow Jones stock market. Ed is just like ex-bizz-part Paul Pedersen. Reverse their predictions and 90% of the time, you know the right answer. Ed shouted and insisted my market problems would be over, at least for a while, the world is falling apart, oil at 100 bucks a barrel and American gas at a national average of 3 bucks plus for the cheapest grade, and a general overall collapse in world markets as well as American confidence in numerous indicators that spell not so bright economic conditions. Still, this is all meaningless. For 22 years, it has nothing to do with anything. It is how much misery and hell can they bring to poor whittle pathetic me, this is the fools-factor in the market, and laugh and scoff at me all that you want to, because I know that it is true, and they know it as well, or they wouldn’t be persecuting me to my freaking grave night and day!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ed also shouts and insists that I AM DOING WRONG THINGS TO THE COMPUTER, I AM PUSHING THE WRONG BUTTONS, and he cannot accept some facts. Yes, I have made errors, and have much to learn, but to blame me when I am not doing anything wrong, that’s trucking low, and I am about to distance myself permanently from this, and move away, and get away from all of these people and stop aggravating myself when all ready I had more to handle and deal with than anyone I ever met could hope to handle, before they entered into my miserable trucking life. Let me now start amending hacks and screw ups from CB #30, the prior blog.
First correction was early into the text; the big story is on Action News, not MEWS. Then a while down I am saying the words MO-connected, and was mind hacked with a SDDK, or a sixth dimensional delete key. I needed at this point in the text to have added in, “IS SO EASILY DESCERNABLE”. Later still, I was addressing my readers, and calling myself the head Morian; and it came out the ‘HEAR’ Morian. Interesting also, as later we will discuss how you did not get to hear something that I should have included and did not, perhaps another SDDK? Then came the {mysterious exim-ratio}, only it came out with their famous number 18 hacked question on the SORA STATE EXAM, Stacey L. Jack-attack, Governor Corzine, with not only RATION, but also “mysteries”, yeah when they’re there, they’re there, whoever and whatever ‘THEY’ are!!!!!!!!! And they don’t let me freaking soon forget it. You cannot tell me, this RATION/RATIO thing IN SOMEWAY HAS NOT BEEN MICRO-SUCKED INTO THESE WORD PROGRAMS, AND IS ALL JUST COINCIDENTALLY HAPPENING AND IRRESPECTIVELY OF ME, MY PROBLEMS, AND MY ATTEMPTS TO TELL THEM ON THESE BLOGS. Next week I will have to go to the hospital, they have injured me to such a point, and if I do not soon leave this wicked evil empire, I will not survive these dirt sleaze and what they won’t stop flinging at me. 22+ years of this now, honey, believe this is going to stop and you will be the next purchaser of the Brooklyn Bridge. Word program’s spell checker is beyond a pain in my thrill rocks, why would I say BELIEVE THESE IS GOING TO STOP, just tell me, go ahead shrinks of the pwanet, what sense does that sentence make, go ahead, send me a mess. Later on while talking about my lovely queen, Scylla Jehovah, I know I said, “AND DREAMS INSIDE HER”, why would I ever say a dumb thing like ‘INSIDE THEIR’? Three times after this part, the stupid machine and its dumb spellchecker system, insisted I say ‘Millionth council’, when a child knows it should say Millionth Council. Proper names are capitalized, in this case both the M for Millionth and the C for Council, yet it kept insisting on placing a small ‘c’ on the document, and when I thought I finally changed it, they still trucking hacked it back on the wrong way, the turds. I am not printing and writing moronically and dumb, and I can form sentences and I do know how to speak the King’s English, it is this stupid-butt computer that is messing it all up, just as David’s friend Anita, said to him on her short note. Someday, it will be up on my not sreaming, but STREAMING website, both with A/V. The T was hacked out of streaming on a prior blog. It is 160 millidays, and I need a cocoa break, back in several minpers. Ok, I am back now, and it was not in 1968, but 1986 that I came very near to breaking the family curse by winning consistently in the Atlantic City casinos. Also I had purchased a few hair conditioner bottles made by the Johnson and Johnson Company, not the John and Johnson, I’d never type that in, and my final hack-whack job was when I said I wasn’t gonna take this endless abuse, not ABUSED. OK, as I knew that I would, so your interest is peaked now somewhat about the subject I long ago named, before the FLATLINERS movie yes, AA’s, or ASTRAL ATTACHERS, such as the imp or the poltergeist, and other astral realm entities that enjoy coming to the phase 3 mortal planes without dreaming, remaining in their astral bodies and attaching them to an astral traveler that is about to head back to a physical body. Yes, just as my cells can become raised in their frequency by hanging around HEAVEN, “Sahasra Dal Kanwal” and the great Stacey Krassle, simply by having the astral body that I use to visit this place, come back and reattach into my physicality. The merging into coincidence does in fact bring to Earth life and mortal body, things picked up in astrality. You cannot see it of course, but can you see the germs that you pick up from somewhere either that wind up making you sicker than a dog? I picked up an attached MOGOSP-VIRUS in 1986 in just this way, Billy Mahoney. Hollywood people know many esoteric secrets, some they never will share because they’re so damn huge, but I know them all and terra tons more as well. When I am in the great CITY with my beautiful TEEN QEEN, SSJKK, powerful ultraviolet light on north polarized frequency is abounding constantly everywhere from literally every crevice and cranny. Being able to perceive the light spectrum in full color range permits millions of visible primary new colors to be viewed, not counting all of the secondary and endlessly multiplexing combinations of new color. On top of that the white brightness of the city is amplified a million times and instead of appearing offensive and blinding, it simply raises visual perceived reality to what I label with my limited human descriptive barriers, ‘full-sight’. Until someone has experienced remembering this humanly, I as a human really can never have a person to person talk with anyone. If suddenly, cats were something that never were imagined or drempt of, nor had they really ever existed, only I remember this as a real reality, does this example help anyone now explain my dilemma in attempting to convey to humanity, things that I remember from what you all think of mistakenly as “the beyond”? Here I am, I know about cats well, but you do not, this part of reality has been blotted out of the life of humanity. If you still cannot understand a bit better, eat fish, it is brain-food.
My beautiful Atlantic Ocean, we were all over each other the last few nights, I was riding so many of your lovely high waves, and tasted your delicious white salt, I could not go a day without your beautiful salt, my love. I told you how much I need and love you and you then swallowed me up and took me instantly down into your lovely palace on Kanwal Avenue in your GREAT CITY. You took me to your PEARL ROOM along the great WHITESALT CORRIDOR, and made wild and passionate love to me, your long brown hair dangling all over me just the way I want it. I will always be your THAT-BOY, forever and ever, my Sarah-Stacey, whether your parents hate me or not, to Dogtown with both of them. Afterward, I remember you flying your giant special kite that I bought you for your 16th birthday, after your VIQUEEN party was over. You flew me over to the KINGS BUILDING near Jenlow’s place, and I watched you handle that 420 pound kite like you were playing with a paper airplane. Then you chained it up with the great chain and we walked down to your shop on Monolazarium Boulevard. We went upstairs and you loved me all night long with beautiful colored lights shinning all around outside and inside, everywhere. You tell me that you are the Great Sarah Krassle, and will always be my queen forever. How can anyone on the mortal world [MW] understand this or why I wish to die and leave it behind? Before you know it my giant lovely TQ, I will be right back near you again, and swimming and riding your waves.
I needed to add this before I open up my next part of this discourse. First, all of the thoughts and memories of all of the collective human life here as well as all of MY human lives in other parts of the 4th dimension of time, as well as all of my human lives in other parts of the 5th dimension of all the universes everywhere in HYPERSPACE, as well as all of my existences in dream-shift on phase two or astral plane dream out from the void infinity, is not real, only the void infinity is real, and all else is the GREAT-DREAM-OUT, GDO. Let me now get a little bit into the GDO. The symbolism of this in the English language is instant and unmissable, even if I do have to keep my POOR RUSSELL/RICHARD book forever growing with 2 new terms. Yes I see the word GOD in GDO and so does the entity that loves to virus-up the TOW/TWO, USE/SUE, and so forth. As the Great Dream Out or the GDO occurs, a combination of things beyond complex as well as beyond simple, both simultaneously occur. This is definitely topic for other times. But the first point I wish to go into just a bit, I will start by saying this. Two/tow people are dying in a death-bed. They do not know each other and live 1000 or more miles apart. They never met during their lives, and there were absolutely no connections in the remotest way between these two persons. As they both lay dying and preying with families grouped and gathered, one could care less about the loved ones of the other, and vice versa. In astral dream shift, we are playing with a form of energy. As kids in school learn to mold and form clay, a pure energy that works like clay is all part of what I describe as dream-shift. It instantly molds and forms and ‘becomes’ what an entity in dream shift thinks it to be. Is this not how you dream? My first point is that you form bonds such as families and friends on mortal realms, just as you do in dream shift, with neither direction being first or next, this afterlife stuff is nonsense. Secondly, would the person from Fresno, Cali dream shift into the life-memories on mortal worlds of the person from Tallahassee, Florida, or vice versa? Also, is either more or less real, or does either one carry a value of importance? The bible God says, I am no respecter of persons, it is right in there to read for anyone. So how can I blog that she calls me the un-named special love of her life? Glad you asked! If I dared to say that on this MW as Mountainpen, I am one bit special to the All Mighty God, I should be taken out and stoned to death, and that is biblical. She calls me THAT BOY on the astral plane; people do not even remember their astral plane life here on the MW. If I said that the All Mighty spoke to me, on this Earth, I would be a liar, and biblical law would have me stoned to death. While I as Mountainpen live and breathe, I am not special to Stacey, we all are special to Stacey, and the void infinity is all of us expressed in the state of oneness or zero-dimensional existence, the unfathomable state of EWI, Existence Without Interaction, that we all have come to dream out and away from. Third, your Aunt Tillie-Jean and grand pop Donnie-Mo, and you, and me, are all waves and particles, our physical reality, our mental reality, all of it, and even the spiritual or dream-shift reality, on a very light frequency, but still, is all waves and particles. We all are as real to ourselves and to each other, here there and everywhere, as we make it be and believe it as being, and that is simply that, like it or puke up red donuts on it. Think about it and relax, it is not so bad. It beats worrying about whether you are ever going to see your poor little 3 year old again in the ‘next-life’ after a hit and run drunk just iced the poor little tike. Only I can show you how you can still live your life here and not have to wait for physical death. I go do bed, trance out within 20 seconds, and I am in the GREAT CITY with my SARAH and this is because I am there really anyway, otherwise I would not be here wishing for it and trancing-out to ‘get there’ when really, there is no here, and there is no where to ‘get’, pure illusion. Now before someone is real quick to say, oh, so you can’t do the things you claim, it is a trick, after all did you not just say illusion, smoke, and mirrors? Yes I did, but is anything that totally cut and dried, gimme a break? Spell checker tells me to make the above sentence to read AM, sure makes sense to do that, “But am anything that totally stupid”‘?????? Then I print this sentence and get no wavy line, unreal ladies and lads, totally unreal!!!! Back to smoke and mirrors for now if we may: Anyone skilled in hypnosis can make you think you saw and witnessed every miracle in the bible plus the Star Ship Enterprise landing and Kirk himself walking over to you with a triquarter and a communicator in his hand, but this is smoke and mirrors. A quick little heart break for the Trekkers, the spellchecker rejected the triquarter, so I added it to my dictionary-add-on's. Funny though how Ratatouille made it in, maybe it is more recent where these machines are from, like “Rats, Tats, and Playing Real Jessica Simpson Football”, keep up the good work J. No, my ability to make things happen is because of my memories of where it is normal and natural to have things work that way, like ENERGY-CLAY, and think of it if you so desire as the ABS without thinking car-brakes, as it stands instead for ASTRAL BIOFEEDBACK SYNDROME. And still, the real magic pesky question keeps continuing to surface, why then are things with you Mr. Mountainpen, so different, and you claim do you not that this entire thing would not even be here if it were not for an upline girl thinking of her days with you upline, not the you-here, and then, this down-lined into all of the creation that we all are part of, so you still are placing you and your life somehow, above the rest of us. Well, I am doing nothing, OK, I am a messenger, or call me this and add an ‘M’ if you feel better. Call me the great MESSENGERM, here to use the internet to somehow and someday, show the world the truth of why this and we all are indeed here. First, to the ever-famous Scoffers/Doubters/Club or the SDC of forever, using our ketchup example as for right now I do not dare say what it is, but can you claim with freaking authority that there is something that is hard for you to get but that the world around you even labels in sentences A WORTHLESS COMMODITY, and that if you could have as much of this as you want and when, you could drop the Dow Jones Stock Market 200 points a week until eventually there would be a huge FOR-SALE sign at Broad and Wall Streets, in Manhattan, NYUSAESMWG? When anyone else can make these claims and move between 1 and 2 hundred knots through the water with no help from a motor, then you can claim that this is all here because a girl or someone in the upline world is thinking a thought of you and this is that thought’s downline. Until then, why not just believe me and shut up? Unless and until one powerful person has the pleasure bricks to Poker-Call me on this, by contacting my website, tell me they will get this for me if I tell them what it is, while they indeed short the markets, and close the economy of this planet down while we get filthy rotten rich, SHUT UP, because I indeed CAN and WILL be willing to prove you, any of you, all of you; ALL WRONG. Guest-book is on my website hotshots, and I am not asking for money or for sex, so get junk out of your mind, this is no con job, but I have no time to play games with anybody, it is action and not games, give me bull, and it’s bye-bye!!!!!!!! www.morianity-foundation.com is the site address, and fir those new to my blogs, my most recent of my 5 blogger dot com blogs has a hypertext transfer protocol address as follows to get you right to the entire blog: http://drunkenhive.blogspot.com/ . Some older blogs used to be at My Space, but I do not go up there, too many sickos and pervs, http://myspace.antilamist.com/. Most likely as my account is one year plus inactive, this blog has been removed, but they all are at www.blogger.com, owned by Google. Eventually blogs from start through present time will be kept updated on my website. My life just is not conducive for being able to do what I need done, gee, I wonder why?????? Let me again go to the subject I love so much to talk about, sahwee, the great FASCITAR. I changed this to the FASCITAR-6/10, a method of meeting death, greeting life, and knowing void, and remaining in the human life you are in while doing all of the above. The Fascitar I talk about in century twenty-one is not the ancient art in its precise form from long ago. I added special things that I learned from 2 other external avenues, to the pre existing condition of desiring to make journeys out of body. These two things are the {time to return out and move beyond the mortal realm}, as well as {fighting the fear that accompanies this trip}, even biblical accounts use language such as not to fear any evil in this valley of death’s shadow. The fear is not your fear, it is an astral fear like a dog in a yard barking to make you afraid to come into his yard and hurt his owner. Astral world entities do not particularly encourage crossovers, even when it needs be done that one time, but when they see it happen over and over, they know somebody is playing around in their turf, for lack of a better descriptiveness here. Most astrallites or phase twoers are busy in their own dream interactions to care about in comers. Many of them are sleepy and are busy becoming out goers. Most simply do not care, but a small group of the sub-council in the MILLIONTH COUNCIL residing in or around the Briggbase, do care, it is their business to care, many are in charge of the Shamkashi-junazeans, an astral body or group or [cult] as Earthers may see them as; and this is the group that searches for the in comers or invaders to their domain, and then attach themselves inside the astral bodies that move into astral world space. They lay dormant unless they sense the heaviness of the physical world as they do upon the astral body’s returning back to its host. Then many of them, the IMP is the most famous in legend and is why we all heard our grandparents say that some one is a real imp, we would say pain in the a-word. These entities do not grow in size but have mighty strength now that gravity has increased them by half a million times or more. Instead of using strength to cause a work such as moving or lifting or throwing an object, they can turn their power into a transfer energy that allows them to appear human or animal or anything, but they now forfeit any unusual strength to do any particular deed. Astral pop ups that David Roth and I saw were imps, as well as Calouts, Preptebars, and Zanins. Imps are the most legendary, and a few others I could list would not set off the spellchecker as did the three that I did in fact just list. Type in Zanins before adding it to a spell checker dictionary, and you can see the English translation straight out of the astral world shows these types are indeed the zany of the bunch, imps yet even funnier, literally, the 3 stooges of the IMPS. Preptebars never come here onto phase three life other than as fictional characters. This is called phase 4 entities. This gave birth to the great Shakespearean plays, and the current entertainment world and Hollywood itself. The SDKM-MC is the 2/3rds of the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL that never has anything to do with the attachment clubbers, or the SHAMKASHI. They were banned as a club from the great city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, and some have even invaded parts of Ricktown on the Astral Plane’s Olympian Province. Full stories of all of this could never hope to be told. It would take more time than the universe has to expand and contract to tell 1% of all the stories of astrality. Quickly now, back to the Fascitar 6/10, you may or may not be able to break the mortal barrier with just the initial 6 and 10 system, but if you do want to move off the MW plane, wait until you get back and begin to freeze up. This period is where body freezes up totally but mind is sharp and vivid and totally lucid to what is going on. If you just keep thinking about being on the astral plane, you will suddenly eventually, BE THERE, it will not be a dream, you will be there, even though I admit, it is not a location, it is a condition, yet again I state this, YOU WILL BE THERE. Unless your body is destroyed and dies, you will always come back, that is not even a factor. You will however, as you try to leave life physically, be given this SENT FEAR, as you will be picked up by the SHAMKASHI as an invader, and again, like the dog in the yard next door, he will try his or her best to scare you away, FIGHT THE FEAR AND GET PAST IT ANS SEE THE ASTRAP PLANE, it is cooler than any 60’s acid trip by all the love sick hippie crazies all put together, I know, I live there 4 Crissake!!!!!!!!!
This now is an edited addition, it is Monday morning and I am about to post up my blog. Sunday the MO slime sleaze poured on a major and vicious chemtrail and airplane attack, it was worse than I had ever seen it practically, they always seem the worse as you go through attacks live in real time. The crummy enemies on the job post attacked me as well, and messed with me, it is not done in ways that are provable, but it is very real. The amazing thing is that no matter how bad they make it for me, and this has been avoided in blogs for a month now, the one system that can be applied to the randomly chosen nine column rows in roulette, as described, have one unbeatable Copperfield trick that keeps working, siege not withstanding. You play columns that reach the number 3, the signed number is meaningless, plus or minus, and play it to a profit of 5 and stop, or to a loss of 1 and stop. Do not replay a column unless it reverses in signs, it is normally better to just play an entirely new game and play the average 2-4 columns that will be signaled into play after roughly an hours play at an average casino roulette wheel. This has held up during times when you cannot make one other thing work even at all for a lousy minute, day after day, resulting from what I’ve termed Otamm’s negamagging of me through their wicked endless persecution. You may not sell any of my systems, and they are copyright protected, but you may use them free of charge. Use high level betting and go for 2-4 units of profit per game, playing one or two games a day 3 or 4 days a week, and you can retire to the tropical islands within a few years and live like a freaking king.
My lovely DEEDEE birds were all over me when I needed them the most yesterday afternoon, [Sunday], and were and always are there to warn and even protect me whenever necessary. The great Sarah-Stacey sends them all around me as my great protectors. Someone is asking to get swooped down on and have their miserable eyes pecked out, this is a warning ya crumb bags. Naturally, after this siege, as with 2 prior weeks, you can now expect a Dow Jones stock market to race UP AND UP AND UP AND UP ALL WEEK LONG, WHILE THE FLYERS WIN AND WIN AND WIN AND WIN ALL WEEK LONG ASD WELL, PUJRE JESSICA SIMPSON PARALLEL EVENT, PLAIN AND SIMPLE.
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I must accept this curse for now and perhaps forever, I have no power to stop it, and no one believes in what I am going through, or the few that do just cannot help me out of it in any way, while some flat out just don’t give a damn.
Ed screwed something up, AGAIN, he said for me to save my document as DOC 1 as it shows on the screen, but it would not save and every time I hit backspace, the screen cleared and nothing was working right, so I brought down the old 30 document, and am saving to that, Ed can split them and cap it later. The hack is in big time, the capital letters lock went on by itself, did not push any key when it occurred. Lots of words are not fully coming out, and the bottom of the screen is acting very weird, and I will have to close down in a second, this is not going to work, the hacking is huge or else as usual, Ed must think this is funny I am starting to think and even Ann thinks it if I can be blunt, we both are thinking he is getting a weird sense of thrill and power out of messing with me, and if this is true, then he can totally fend for himself, and with out a car. My life is not funny, and if he is teasing me, I don’t trucking need this one bit. Ann is not on medical treatment for paranoia and she is thinking this, and does not yet know about tonight, but she will when I call her, this is not one freaking bit funny. I can now buy my own computer with my new credit line; it is not me that needs any of this. Now if this is not part of some sick sense of humor, then I owe him a big fat apology, but this is trucking ridiculous. I think his entire lap top is weeks or maybe days from the scrap heap. It is used constantly, he is a member of a club where he is permitted two billion bytes of musical download memory data daily, things wear out. I should know, as I for one sure have. The only way that I have finally stopped the constant crap was to discontinue using any externals and just use the laptop itself. I like using a mouse, but am perfectly capable of living without it. Let me get a little into things, not all that much will get accomplished here tonight at work. 2 straight weeks the EVIL EMPIRE scored with huge weekly gains on their dirt bag Dow Jones stock market. Ed is just like ex-bizz-part Paul Pedersen. Reverse their predictions and 90% of the time, you know the right answer. Ed shouted and insisted my market problems would be over, at least for a while, the world is falling apart, oil at 100 bucks a barrel and American gas at a national average of 3 bucks plus for the cheapest grade, and a general overall collapse in world markets as well as American confidence in numerous indicators that spell not so bright economic conditions. Still, this is all meaningless. For 22 years, it has nothing to do with anything. It is how much misery and hell can they bring to poor whittle pathetic me, this is the fools-factor in the market, and laugh and scoff at me all that you want to, because I know that it is true, and they know it as well, or they wouldn’t be persecuting me to my freaking grave night and day!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ed also shouts and insists that I AM DOING WRONG THINGS TO THE COMPUTER, I AM PUSHING THE WRONG BUTTONS, and he cannot accept some facts. Yes, I have made errors, and have much to learn, but to blame me when I am not doing anything wrong, that’s trucking low, and I am about to distance myself permanently from this, and move away, and get away from all of these people and stop aggravating myself when all ready I had more to handle and deal with than anyone I ever met could hope to handle, before they entered into my miserable trucking life. Let me now start amending hacks and screw ups from CB #30, the prior blog.
First correction was early into the text; the big story is on Action News, not MEWS. Then a while down I am saying the words MO-connected, and was mind hacked with a SDDK, or a sixth dimensional delete key. I needed at this point in the text to have added in, “IS SO EASILY DESCERNABLE”. Later still, I was addressing my readers, and calling myself the head Morian; and it came out the ‘HEAR’ Morian. Interesting also, as later we will discuss how you did not get to hear something that I should have included and did not, perhaps another SDDK? Then came the {mysterious exim-ratio}, only it came out with their famous number 18 hacked question on the SORA STATE EXAM, Stacey L. Jack-attack, Governor Corzine, with not only RATION, but also “mysteries”, yeah when they’re there, they’re there, whoever and whatever ‘THEY’ are!!!!!!!!! And they don’t let me freaking soon forget it. You cannot tell me, this RATION/RATIO thing IN SOMEWAY HAS NOT BEEN MICRO-SUCKED INTO THESE WORD PROGRAMS, AND IS ALL JUST COINCIDENTALLY HAPPENING AND IRRESPECTIVELY OF ME, MY PROBLEMS, AND MY ATTEMPTS TO TELL THEM ON THESE BLOGS. Next week I will have to go to the hospital, they have injured me to such a point, and if I do not soon leave this wicked evil empire, I will not survive these dirt sleaze and what they won’t stop flinging at me. 22+ years of this now, honey, believe this is going to stop and you will be the next purchaser of the Brooklyn Bridge. Word program’s spell checker is beyond a pain in my thrill rocks, why would I say BELIEVE THESE IS GOING TO STOP, just tell me, go ahead shrinks of the pwanet, what sense does that sentence make, go ahead, send me a mess. Later on while talking about my lovely queen, Scylla Jehovah, I know I said, “AND DREAMS INSIDE HER”, why would I ever say a dumb thing like ‘INSIDE THEIR’? Three times after this part, the stupid machine and its dumb spellchecker system, insisted I say ‘Millionth council’, when a child knows it should say Millionth Council. Proper names are capitalized, in this case both the M for Millionth and the C for Council, yet it kept insisting on placing a small ‘c’ on the document, and when I thought I finally changed it, they still trucking hacked it back on the wrong way, the turds. I am not printing and writing moronically and dumb, and I can form sentences and I do know how to speak the King’s English, it is this stupid-butt computer that is messing it all up, just as David’s friend Anita, said to him on her short note. Someday, it will be up on my not sreaming, but STREAMING website, both with A/V. The T was hacked out of streaming on a prior blog. It is 160 millidays, and I need a cocoa break, back in several minpers. Ok, I am back now, and it was not in 1968, but 1986 that I came very near to breaking the family curse by winning consistently in the Atlantic City casinos. Also I had purchased a few hair conditioner bottles made by the Johnson and Johnson Company, not the John and Johnson, I’d never type that in, and my final hack-whack job was when I said I wasn’t gonna take this endless abuse, not ABUSED. OK, as I knew that I would, so your interest is peaked now somewhat about the subject I long ago named, before the FLATLINERS movie yes, AA’s, or ASTRAL ATTACHERS, such as the imp or the poltergeist, and other astral realm entities that enjoy coming to the phase 3 mortal planes without dreaming, remaining in their astral bodies and attaching them to an astral traveler that is about to head back to a physical body. Yes, just as my cells can become raised in their frequency by hanging around HEAVEN, “Sahasra Dal Kanwal” and the great Stacey Krassle, simply by having the astral body that I use to visit this place, come back and reattach into my physicality. The merging into coincidence does in fact bring to Earth life and mortal body, things picked up in astrality. You cannot see it of course, but can you see the germs that you pick up from somewhere either that wind up making you sicker than a dog? I picked up an attached MOGOSP-VIRUS in 1986 in just this way, Billy Mahoney. Hollywood people know many esoteric secrets, some they never will share because they’re so damn huge, but I know them all and terra tons more as well. When I am in the great CITY with my beautiful TEEN QEEN, SSJKK, powerful ultraviolet light on north polarized frequency is abounding constantly everywhere from literally every crevice and cranny. Being able to perceive the light spectrum in full color range permits millions of visible primary new colors to be viewed, not counting all of the secondary and endlessly multiplexing combinations of new color. On top of that the white brightness of the city is amplified a million times and instead of appearing offensive and blinding, it simply raises visual perceived reality to what I label with my limited human descriptive barriers, ‘full-sight’. Until someone has experienced remembering this humanly, I as a human really can never have a person to person talk with anyone. If suddenly, cats were something that never were imagined or drempt of, nor had they really ever existed, only I remember this as a real reality, does this example help anyone now explain my dilemma in attempting to convey to humanity, things that I remember from what you all think of mistakenly as “the beyond”? Here I am, I know about cats well, but you do not, this part of reality has been blotted out of the life of humanity. If you still cannot understand a bit better, eat fish, it is brain-food.
My beautiful Atlantic Ocean, we were all over each other the last few nights, I was riding so many of your lovely high waves, and tasted your delicious white salt, I could not go a day without your beautiful salt, my love. I told you how much I need and love you and you then swallowed me up and took me instantly down into your lovely palace on Kanwal Avenue in your GREAT CITY. You took me to your PEARL ROOM along the great WHITESALT CORRIDOR, and made wild and passionate love to me, your long brown hair dangling all over me just the way I want it. I will always be your THAT-BOY, forever and ever, my Sarah-Stacey, whether your parents hate me or not, to Dogtown with both of them. Afterward, I remember you flying your giant special kite that I bought you for your 16th birthday, after your VIQUEEN party was over. You flew me over to the KINGS BUILDING near Jenlow’s place, and I watched you handle that 420 pound kite like you were playing with a paper airplane. Then you chained it up with the great chain and we walked down to your shop on Monolazarium Boulevard. We went upstairs and you loved me all night long with beautiful colored lights shinning all around outside and inside, everywhere. You tell me that you are the Great Sarah Krassle, and will always be my queen forever. How can anyone on the mortal world [MW] understand this or why I wish to die and leave it behind? Before you know it my giant lovely TQ, I will be right back near you again, and swimming and riding your waves.
I needed to add this before I open up my next part of this discourse. First, all of the thoughts and memories of all of the collective human life here as well as all of MY human lives in other parts of the 4th dimension of time, as well as all of my human lives in other parts of the 5th dimension of all the universes everywhere in HYPERSPACE, as well as all of my existences in dream-shift on phase two or astral plane dream out from the void infinity, is not real, only the void infinity is real, and all else is the GREAT-DREAM-OUT, GDO. Let me now get a little bit into the GDO. The symbolism of this in the English language is instant and unmissable, even if I do have to keep my POOR RUSSELL/RICHARD book forever growing with 2 new terms. Yes I see the word GOD in GDO and so does the entity that loves to virus-up the TOW/TWO, USE/SUE, and so forth. As the Great Dream Out or the GDO occurs, a combination of things beyond complex as well as beyond simple, both simultaneously occur. This is definitely topic for other times. But the first point I wish to go into just a bit, I will start by saying this. Two/tow people are dying in a death-bed. They do not know each other and live 1000 or more miles apart. They never met during their lives, and there were absolutely no connections in the remotest way between these two persons. As they both lay dying and preying with families grouped and gathered, one could care less about the loved ones of the other, and vice versa. In astral dream shift, we are playing with a form of energy. As kids in school learn to mold and form clay, a pure energy that works like clay is all part of what I describe as dream-shift. It instantly molds and forms and ‘becomes’ what an entity in dream shift thinks it to be. Is this not how you dream? My first point is that you form bonds such as families and friends on mortal realms, just as you do in dream shift, with neither direction being first or next, this afterlife stuff is nonsense. Secondly, would the person from Fresno, Cali dream shift into the life-memories on mortal worlds of the person from Tallahassee, Florida, or vice versa? Also, is either more or less real, or does either one carry a value of importance? The bible God says, I am no respecter of persons, it is right in there to read for anyone. So how can I blog that she calls me the un-named special love of her life? Glad you asked! If I dared to say that on this MW as Mountainpen, I am one bit special to the All Mighty God, I should be taken out and stoned to death, and that is biblical. She calls me THAT BOY on the astral plane; people do not even remember their astral plane life here on the MW. If I said that the All Mighty spoke to me, on this Earth, I would be a liar, and biblical law would have me stoned to death. While I as Mountainpen live and breathe, I am not special to Stacey, we all are special to Stacey, and the void infinity is all of us expressed in the state of oneness or zero-dimensional existence, the unfathomable state of EWI, Existence Without Interaction, that we all have come to dream out and away from. Third, your Aunt Tillie-Jean and grand pop Donnie-Mo, and you, and me, are all waves and particles, our physical reality, our mental reality, all of it, and even the spiritual or dream-shift reality, on a very light frequency, but still, is all waves and particles. We all are as real to ourselves and to each other, here there and everywhere, as we make it be and believe it as being, and that is simply that, like it or puke up red donuts on it. Think about it and relax, it is not so bad. It beats worrying about whether you are ever going to see your poor little 3 year old again in the ‘next-life’ after a hit and run drunk just iced the poor little tike. Only I can show you how you can still live your life here and not have to wait for physical death. I go do bed, trance out within 20 seconds, and I am in the GREAT CITY with my SARAH and this is because I am there really anyway, otherwise I would not be here wishing for it and trancing-out to ‘get there’ when really, there is no here, and there is no where to ‘get’, pure illusion. Now before someone is real quick to say, oh, so you can’t do the things you claim, it is a trick, after all did you not just say illusion, smoke, and mirrors? Yes I did, but is anything that totally cut and dried, gimme a break? Spell checker tells me to make the above sentence to read AM, sure makes sense to do that, “But am anything that totally stupid”‘?????? Then I print this sentence and get no wavy line, unreal ladies and lads, totally unreal!!!! Back to smoke and mirrors for now if we may: Anyone skilled in hypnosis can make you think you saw and witnessed every miracle in the bible plus the Star Ship Enterprise landing and Kirk himself walking over to you with a triquarter and a communicator in his hand, but this is smoke and mirrors. A quick little heart break for the Trekkers, the spellchecker rejected the triquarter, so I added it to my dictionary-add-on's. Funny though how Ratatouille made it in, maybe it is more recent where these machines are from, like “Rats, Tats, and Playing Real Jessica Simpson Football”, keep up the good work J. No, my ability to make things happen is because of my memories of where it is normal and natural to have things work that way, like ENERGY-CLAY, and think of it if you so desire as the ABS without thinking car-brakes, as it stands instead for ASTRAL BIOFEEDBACK SYNDROME. And still, the real magic pesky question keeps continuing to surface, why then are things with you Mr. Mountainpen, so different, and you claim do you not that this entire thing would not even be here if it were not for an upline girl thinking of her days with you upline, not the you-here, and then, this down-lined into all of the creation that we all are part of, so you still are placing you and your life somehow, above the rest of us. Well, I am doing nothing, OK, I am a messenger, or call me this and add an ‘M’ if you feel better. Call me the great MESSENGERM, here to use the internet to somehow and someday, show the world the truth of why this and we all are indeed here. First, to the ever-famous Scoffers/Doubters/Club or the SDC of forever, using our ketchup example as for right now I do not dare say what it is, but can you claim with freaking authority that there is something that is hard for you to get but that the world around you even labels in sentences A WORTHLESS COMMODITY, and that if you could have as much of this as you want and when, you could drop the Dow Jones Stock Market 200 points a week until eventually there would be a huge FOR-SALE sign at Broad and Wall Streets, in Manhattan, NYUSAESMWG? When anyone else can make these claims and move between 1 and 2 hundred knots through the water with no help from a motor, then you can claim that this is all here because a girl or someone in the upline world is thinking a thought of you and this is that thought’s downline. Until then, why not just believe me and shut up? Unless and until one powerful person has the pleasure bricks to Poker-Call me on this, by contacting my website, tell me they will get this for me if I tell them what it is, while they indeed short the markets, and close the economy of this planet down while we get filthy rotten rich, SHUT UP, because I indeed CAN and WILL be willing to prove you, any of you, all of you; ALL WRONG. Guest-book is on my website hotshots, and I am not asking for money or for sex, so get junk out of your mind, this is no con job, but I have no time to play games with anybody, it is action and not games, give me bull, and it’s bye-bye!!!!!!!! www.morianity-foundation.com is the site address, and fir those new to my blogs, my most recent of my 5 blogger dot com blogs has a hypertext transfer protocol address as follows to get you right to the entire blog: http://drunkenhive.blogspot.com/ . Some older blogs used to be at My Space, but I do not go up there, too many sickos and pervs, http://myspace.antilamist.com/. Most likely as my account is one year plus inactive, this blog has been removed, but they all are at www.blogger.com, owned by Google. Eventually blogs from start through present time will be kept updated on my website. My life just is not conducive for being able to do what I need done, gee, I wonder why?????? Let me again go to the subject I love so much to talk about, sahwee, the great FASCITAR. I changed this to the FASCITAR-6/10, a method of meeting death, greeting life, and knowing void, and remaining in the human life you are in while doing all of the above. The Fascitar I talk about in century twenty-one is not the ancient art in its precise form from long ago. I added special things that I learned from 2 other external avenues, to the pre existing condition of desiring to make journeys out of body. These two things are the {time to return out and move beyond the mortal realm}, as well as {fighting the fear that accompanies this trip}, even biblical accounts use language such as not to fear any evil in this valley of death’s shadow. The fear is not your fear, it is an astral fear like a dog in a yard barking to make you afraid to come into his yard and hurt his owner. Astral world entities do not particularly encourage crossovers, even when it needs be done that one time, but when they see it happen over and over, they know somebody is playing around in their turf, for lack of a better descriptiveness here. Most astrallites or phase twoers are busy in their own dream interactions to care about in comers. Many of them are sleepy and are busy becoming out goers. Most simply do not care, but a small group of the sub-council in the MILLIONTH COUNCIL residing in or around the Briggbase, do care, it is their business to care, many are in charge of the Shamkashi-junazeans, an astral body or group or [cult] as Earthers may see them as; and this is the group that searches for the in comers or invaders to their domain, and then attach themselves inside the astral bodies that move into astral world space. They lay dormant unless they sense the heaviness of the physical world as they do upon the astral body’s returning back to its host. Then many of them, the IMP is the most famous in legend and is why we all heard our grandparents say that some one is a real imp, we would say pain in the a-word. These entities do not grow in size but have mighty strength now that gravity has increased them by half a million times or more. Instead of using strength to cause a work such as moving or lifting or throwing an object, they can turn their power into a transfer energy that allows them to appear human or animal or anything, but they now forfeit any unusual strength to do any particular deed. Astral pop ups that David Roth and I saw were imps, as well as Calouts, Preptebars, and Zanins. Imps are the most legendary, and a few others I could list would not set off the spellchecker as did the three that I did in fact just list. Type in Zanins before adding it to a spell checker dictionary, and you can see the English translation straight out of the astral world shows these types are indeed the zany of the bunch, imps yet even funnier, literally, the 3 stooges of the IMPS. Preptebars never come here onto phase three life other than as fictional characters. This is called phase 4 entities. This gave birth to the great Shakespearean plays, and the current entertainment world and Hollywood itself. The SDKM-MC is the 2/3rds of the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL that never has anything to do with the attachment clubbers, or the SHAMKASHI. They were banned as a club from the great city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, and some have even invaded parts of Ricktown on the Astral Plane’s Olympian Province. Full stories of all of this could never hope to be told. It would take more time than the universe has to expand and contract to tell 1% of all the stories of astrality. Quickly now, back to the Fascitar 6/10, you may or may not be able to break the mortal barrier with just the initial 6 and 10 system, but if you do want to move off the MW plane, wait until you get back and begin to freeze up. This period is where body freezes up totally but mind is sharp and vivid and totally lucid to what is going on. If you just keep thinking about being on the astral plane, you will suddenly eventually, BE THERE, it will not be a dream, you will be there, even though I admit, it is not a location, it is a condition, yet again I state this, YOU WILL BE THERE. Unless your body is destroyed and dies, you will always come back, that is not even a factor. You will however, as you try to leave life physically, be given this SENT FEAR, as you will be picked up by the SHAMKASHI as an invader, and again, like the dog in the yard next door, he will try his or her best to scare you away, FIGHT THE FEAR AND GET PAST IT ANS SEE THE ASTRAP PLANE, it is cooler than any 60’s acid trip by all the love sick hippie crazies all put together, I know, I live there 4 Crissake!!!!!!!!!
This now is an edited addition, it is Monday morning and I am about to post up my blog. Sunday the MO slime sleaze poured on a major and vicious chemtrail and airplane attack, it was worse than I had ever seen it practically, they always seem the worse as you go through attacks live in real time. The crummy enemies on the job post attacked me as well, and messed with me, it is not done in ways that are provable, but it is very real. The amazing thing is that no matter how bad they make it for me, and this has been avoided in blogs for a month now, the one system that can be applied to the randomly chosen nine column rows in roulette, as described, have one unbeatable Copperfield trick that keeps working, siege not withstanding. You play columns that reach the number 3, the signed number is meaningless, plus or minus, and play it to a profit of 5 and stop, or to a loss of 1 and stop. Do not replay a column unless it reverses in signs, it is normally better to just play an entirely new game and play the average 2-4 columns that will be signaled into play after roughly an hours play at an average casino roulette wheel. This has held up during times when you cannot make one other thing work even at all for a lousy minute, day after day, resulting from what I’ve termed Otamm’s negamagging of me through their wicked endless persecution. You may not sell any of my systems, and they are copyright protected, but you may use them free of charge. Use high level betting and go for 2-4 units of profit per game, playing one or two games a day 3 or 4 days a week, and you can retire to the tropical islands within a few years and live like a freaking king.
My lovely DEEDEE birds were all over me when I needed them the most yesterday afternoon, [Sunday], and were and always are there to warn and even protect me whenever necessary. The great Sarah-Stacey sends them all around me as my great protectors. Someone is asking to get swooped down on and have their miserable eyes pecked out, this is a warning ya crumb bags. Naturally, after this siege, as with 2 prior weeks, you can now expect a Dow Jones stock market to race UP AND UP AND UP AND UP ALL WEEK LONG, WHILE THE FLYERS WIN AND WIN AND WIN AND WIN ALL WEEK LONG ASD WELL, PUJRE JESSICA SIMPSON PARALLEL EVENT, PLAIN AND SIMPLE.
GOOGLE, SWIS, KING/SOIFER WORLD LABORATORIES:
This is all co-copyrighted with the internet laws covering intellectual property. This information is all true and accurate and honest, my mission is to transmit truth and destroy deceptions and lies. Only total truth is stated in my words, with no additions and no omissions. This oath I take and swear voluntarily under penalty of all possible charges of legal perjury.
Datfile XLIV Terminates Transmission at this point in time Senator Watergate. ***
Friday, February 22, 2008
DATFILE XLIII The Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version
The
Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version, Chapter Blog #30
NOT THE FINAL BLOG AS ONCE ANTICIPATED, WE WILL GO TO 40.
DATFILE XLIII Friday, at MWEST, 022208.689.92, and we now
BEGIN THIS TRANSMISSION over this part of hyperspace on this black to white space-meet, [the present time]:
The big Action-News story as they are so famous for saying for decades, is simply this: The Fascitar 6/10 is my equivalent of 2000 years ago with raising the dead, healing the ill, walking on or parting waters, and is my proof that what I say is totally nonfiction and real, whatever real, really is.
Back in the early start to the nineteen-nineties, I began getting scores of magnetic percentages on my VERY WORST days using the 7 weekday names of Sunday through Saturday, rating them both in how much enemy attack of all the various kinds that ensued all around me on each day, as well as my day in general with all NON-MO related things, not that, as I soon came to shockingly learn, isolating the events of a day as to what is or is not MO-CONNECTED, [MILITUFORCE-OTAMM]. I would take all the Friday’s, or all the Tuesdays, and with all 7 days, I would rate the days from one to five with one being the lowest and worst score representing nightmare city squared, and five being, referenced at least for me, a little piece of heaven. Then as ten weeks would add up, the scores on all of the days of each of the seven days of the week, would be added up and multiplied by ten, and then charted in many various ways. First, patterns proved that in cycles of many months, the enemies were, invisible as they always appear to be, no pun intended here, are by no means able to hide the fact that even they and all of their evil, can be very successfully tracked and patterned. Learning what days were going to be needed to be braced for while others could be more relaxed from the time that I would open my eyes to start the day, became a simple tool to plot with a small calculation, a pad of graph paper purchasable at any K-Mart or Acme food market stores, and some colored pencils and an eraser and a sharpener, and I needed no psychic Warwick’s, or cards, or other hidden mystical esoteric device or knowledge, to enlighten me as to the day that I basically could expect to occur, at least in terms of good, bad, or in-between, as they say, math is God, and numbers do not lie. Well, math is not god or the gods, but realities way too complex to get into, can be mathematically brought together proving a matrix of intelligently designed dreaming has indeed occurred, out and away from the forever void oneness of infinity. But you must not think that even this magic-knowledge is something that you can put into a box and lab-examine, so to speak, as this is not nor ever was or will be the case. Just as we all are part of this unfathomable 8th dimensional process that takes the existence with no interaction and causes it to move out of this state and into a state of interaction where more than zero dimensions can exist in, only not really, this is known as dream fabric. You cannot create what is not there; the magic of creation is learning how to dream and putting something where nothing was, while working with nothing. Seems an impossible task to our complicated human minds doesn’t it? This is our process of having to make so much sense out of everything until everything simply becomes ridiculous complexity, and hence never anything that could be figured out. To tell human mortals that all that ever can be and will be is total nothing, the VOID INFINITY, and that this collective existence without any interaction becomes self-aware, and then learns to create a way to dream out of this and away into interactive ness, in various planes/realms, boggles humanity’s mind, where science says two words, SPACE-CADET, just don’t listen to the darn nut case, it just can’t be true, only friend, it is true, sorry. I am very sorry to be the messenger of this truth, and you do not have to like this truth one bit more than any of us would like the truth of our family doctor telling us tomorrow that our little boy or girl, or spouse is dying of a painful and bad disease. But the truth is the truth, and is the VOID INFINITY, the Great Roman 6. Complex games start getting played once exim-ratios and lawtrons dream further out and away from the 6 [VI] and become the HDEMCAWA, as I term them. This does not stand for some rain dance performed by an old Algonquin Native American Tribe, but rather it stands for the Higher Dimensional Equivalent of the Millionth Council Astral Worlds Authority. The reason I occasionally do in fact pluralize the word and term astral ‘WORLDS’ will be attempted now to be explained here by me, your hear Morian, should MORIANITY ever become a foundation and or an accepted religion to the persons on this dying and diseased world of ours, www.morianity-foundation.com and I start with this analogy. If a piece of the universe were to break off and move away from the rest of its entirety and subdimensionalize and compensate for being a smaller part of the original whole by multiplying a density-dimension within the hidden barriers and boundaries of the mysteries exim ration, or the Explosion to Implosion ratio, so new balances can re-achieve themselves in the old universe as well as the new spin off daughter-universe, the first question regarding dimensionality would be natural and axiomatic to nearly every existing scientific mind: Now the three dimensions of the first hyper sphere need to be referenced, ‘somehow’ with the three dimensions of the daughter spin off hyper sphere. Are there six new spatial dimensions that now exist in a new space that contains both the master and the copy universes, or is some other reality more accurate? We could examine this through several lab blackboard methods, my favorite and the easiest to do involving an algebraic polynomial where you would divide by zero in the equation and prove that the two realities are separate, or remain true to known math laws and rules and not divide by zero, and prove that the entire thing cannot happen or that if it still in fact did happen, then it is all part of a humongous cosmic dream. Still why bother to do anything? Three opposing directions exist in the space of both of these universes now that are in no similarity to each other in atomicity or frequency variations, so now six opposing directions exist somewhere in the space that is containing both of these. When void nothingness gives way to the dreaming from its is-ness of being into realms of interacting something-ness, this issue is basically the same unique mystery as with the hypothetical daughter universe spin off theories that had think tankers back early in the 1980’s going bananas over lots of these concepts, labeled by many Quantum Theory Haters as WEIRDTHEORY. Many serious psychiatrists and mental health professionals know with medical certainty that quantum theory when taken to its absolute limits is one and the same with the absence of any ‘human’ sanity. Do not underestimate this sentence, it is known and well guarded by powerful persons in all industrial giant world civilizations, in positions medically, politically, and definitely militarily, and if only one sentence stands out mountains taller than all of the others dared be so boldly discussed in all of my blogging texts, it indeed is this sentence, beware of it. We can naturally come back to this subject, and will, within the span of either this blog or one that follows.
I took ill over the last weekend, poisoned severely with chem-trails, and the attack never stopped, after they got me sick, going on this entire week as well, starting on Wednesday. I was telling you all about days and measuring them with systems, even one called magnetic percentage, where you can use a basic baseball batters average system to figure out many areas of not only your own lives, but all things of all natures. I will give you a wild and oh so true example right now: You have a crazy neighbor, and this total W-job needs to be committed to a sike facility before his birth. He hated you from the day that you moved into the home next to his, and on some days really makes your life and that of your entire family, a living hot hell. Now some days are worse than others, and you want to predict with high accuracy which days are going to be bad for you. You simply start by waiting for one of these extra-bad attack days from your nutty-nabe, but from the very day that you begin plotting and counting, you must record that date and then every day for the rest of the test, is one more day, hence day #1, 2, 3, 4, and up to the time he dies, you die, he moves, you move, or the gods only know what. Let us say on day 5 it is one of those super days with this W-job-nabe. OK, take the amount of bad days with this problem, and multiply by 100, and then divide this total by the total number of days in the test. Round off down to the whole number on point 4 and under, and round up on point 5 and higher, just as you should have learned in the 4th grade. Now take the numbers and on a piece of small lined graph paper, use the bottom area for time, writing dates across from left to right. Then on the left margin, use this to write roughly corresponding numbers to your test numbers after 2 or 3 weeks into the test, and then also begin to plot the chart, making dots, and then do not make bar charts, use line-connect instead. Just connect the dots and make lines along the chart as the chronology moves left to right across the graph page. No matter how nutty and erratic your nabe is, it is not his wild mind that you are plotting on a chart, but is instead, the magnetic interaction between you and this neighbor that is making your life miserable. All events such as the interaction illustrated herein with you and your hypothetical nabe, are no more than cosmic numbers working towards 'a solvable', as I term it, in its cosmic larger picture. sahwee about adding so many words to my poor Russell/Richard dictionary. Anyway, you will see in no time that one day of the week in monthly and quarterly cycles, he will be better or worse in overall averages, as you will also see that when the averaged line is topping out, he will be better while it is dropping, and that concentrically, you will see that when the averaged line is bottoming out, he now is about to get worse and begin to pour it on with you real bad for a while, and so forth. Also, with complex formulas, a teck I refer to as the INTER-RELATIONSHIP OF MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES, can be applied. Simply, this is a combining of many of various possible ratable and chartable conditions, such as day of the week such as Wednesday’s, day of the month such as all of the 14ths, days of sun or rain weather, and the list can get wild and crazy, like the women on cable television, wow!!!!!!! Well hopefully I have made my point just a whittle bit. Let me tell y'all how sick the enemies made me, and SSJKK permitted this as my punishment for not obeying and posting up last Saturday the information she wanted said right then regarding the musical arranger Tom Glenn. She permitted the chem trail attack to weaken my immunity through more than just these trails, it is a complex story, get braced, you are going to hear things, and perhaps may try things, if you do, you cannot hold me nor a blogging site responsible for what you do, as I the blogger am telling you right now, do not mess with any of this, a little knowledge is way too dangerous, and you do not have a clue about me and what is happening around me, so don’t screw around and then hold anyone accountable. I cannot get sick, I can only get attacked by a powerful enemy, capable of magnifying the ultra violet naturally occurring radiation in Earth’s atmosphere, being delivered to this planet every single day, rain or shine, by an object we live by and yet is close to a hundred million miles away from us, this object is the closest star of the many others that you can see at night in the MWG and combination nebula's from galaxies out further away from us still. I am talking about our beautiful yellow sun. When chem trails form and dissipate in the sky, and the sun then shines through them directly down onto us, it increases by many factors, the intensity of certain frequencies of light energies, in the electromagnetic spectrum, this is the highest end of the bandwidth, known as the ultraviolet as opposed to the lowest opposite end or the infrared. Ultraviolet light exists all throughout the great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal. Entities produce varying energies of mostly white light, but the more powerful they are, the more high their light frequencies are that emit visually out of them, creating the visible astral cities, and the void fields far away from any astral interactions and populations as we would reference them as. The great SARah-Stacey Scylla Jehovah on the astral realm, is the same as saying, Sarah Krassle’s upline world existence when she falls asleep and dreams inside their own conscious thoughts, just as we in her downline on the physical plane, do the very same thing, and when she and I upline, not me here, were sitting at Lester’s funeral at the viewing, she as I told y'all in long ago prior blogging, thought back to her younger days as a teen in her upline world and its Atlantic city. She loses consciousness and falls into her own thoughts, creating our down-lined astral plane, where she is the total absolute entity. Never forget something else now that I never blogged before, but that she also wanted said back on last Saturdays long winded blog along with the stuff about musical arranger tom Glenn, and that is that the hotel where I went to stay for 8 times in the early and late part of the summer seasons over a four year series of summers while I was between ages ten and thirteen, was called the TRINIDAD, as in the word TRINITY, as in how many lines intersected in the magic 1969 chem trail, but 3, creating the asterisk of three lines crossing exactly at 120 degree points on the 360 degree arc of all closed curves [circles] three is triune, it is the Trinity of Father, Son, Holy Ghost. Doubting Thomas had many other dreams after being the man who doubted our great Lord or SAR. Midway into the 20th century, he started to dream into the human world again, that he was someone named TOM GLENN. All of this from the 60’s to the 80’s to the search to find my great LORDESS or SARAH, it all was a grouping of huge and powerful events and systems, none of which occurred at random, and all leading to my blogs and telling the world all about the great Sarah-Stacey Krassle, or Jehovah, the GOD OF THE BIBLE, upline, Sarah Krassle, and I will not have scratched the surface for a long time with all of this incredible story. When I did not blog the TRINIDAD/TRINITY and the TOM GLENN LOIS FOCA stuff that my teen queen wanted me to do last Saturday, she permitted a powerful ongoing chem trail attack carried out by Brigger enemies in the Great astral Millionth council, to all strike me at perfect and maximum angles to bring bad effects to me, basically it all has something to do with lowering the immunity, and all ultraviolet light on south pole frequencies indeed lower human immunity to those constantly exposed on the ground to it especially when it is accurately amplified with these jet poisons that anyone can see, shoot out, and then spread out, and literally on many days, turn a clear blue beautiful sky into an ugly and totally cloud covered mess of grayish white, eventually thickening and darkening, and bringing heavy rains and storms, but not naturally occurring as weather all once did. Before going on, almost every WEDNESDAY now, chem trail attacks are bad and wicked and severe, and it usually goes at least into Thursday, and if it goes to Friday, it moves right into the weekend and on and on. I posted my blog at Ann’s home Saturday in the morning after returning from my job site, with Ed Himacane. She suddenly was influenced to hand me a large florescent light that shines purple and as I am always talking about being in the great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, I was very happy she had given it to me. I took it home and shone it next to me while I slept the rest of the day, pretending I was in Heaven with my Teen-Queen, SSJKK. All the buildings as well as she herself, blare out this lovely purple light along with millions of other incredible colors that mortals could not even start to fathom. I noticed all of the white things around me much brighter and more real, like an exaggerated amplified reality, the way the GREAT CITY is. But when I awoke, I felt a bit off my game, and had cold and flu symptoms, I never get sick. This is because the frequency of my cellular make up instead of being between 50-100 cycles as it is with most all persons of this world, my cells are at frequencies ranging between 110 and 160. Viruses and germs cannot live well when exposed to frequencies over 90 and 100, and people in those ranges rarely are ill. Cancer, diseases of all kinds cannot start or propagate in frequencies that are not within the 40-70 range for the most part. By forcing me to be around so many chem trails, and influencing me to want to be in Heaven with my Sarah so bad and Ann to give me her purple light, as it was referred to in the psychedelic sixties, her BLACK LIGHT, my cells were temporarily turned downward in their frequencies to 55 hertz or so, making me very susceptible to many things, and I have been sicker than I can remember all week long. The return to the normal frequency for me will take 30 days or perhaps a bit longer. My astral body goes to the great city a lot, and absorbs many of the reversed or North Pole ultra violet rads and then when returning to the physical body, slowly effects and mutates the cells. A few visits to the great city will send up the frequencies again and no illnesses can live in these higher frequencies. Now if I really wanted to, I could buy an electrical inverter and plug the black florescent bulb into this and lay next to it. I will not say a lot more, and if anyone messes around, I am now telling you not to, or this blog could be flagged out. I could tell all of you that I enjoy mixing mud in with my chocolate ice cream, but if you are dumb enough to do this and get deathly ill, that amount of stupidity would be on the copycat, especially if warned not to by the blogger.
I can only touch on many subjects for now, never enough time is available. One thing quickly has to do with HAIR, and Donna, and the bible and stories of Sampson’s long hair, and Delilah, who went on into many other dreams until the final day in AD 1948 around 9 at night, and started her Donna dream. Stacey admits to influencing Ann Silva to give me her beautiful “City-Light” as she calls it, and Donna, to do her version of hair, me to work at the RPL Studio, find her HAIR album, do my demos, and many other things that right now are simply too much to attempt to describe herein presently. When I almost broke the 2000 plus years of my family curse in 1968 through successful roulette playing in Atlantic City casinos, all of Dogtown literally broke loose, and I needed to be stopped, or the world would have stopped right there. But there are too many things inside of things that time will not permit the full discussions on right now. Yesterday, I was opening a bottle of everyday hair conditioner, and as the Johnson’s Family products all have the seal of protection, so I am all ready in the bath tub and too sick and lazy to get up for a pair of tweezers or something to cut the seal, and my fingers are not going to do the job, and I had no memory that this was sealed, have not used a John and Johnson product in quite a while, and as most do not use seals, I forgot. So I figure I will put the conditioner bottle at an angle below the middle faucet controller that changes the water flow from bathtub to shower, and the second I slice through the seal with the edge of this knob that has a sharpness to it at its bottom, a brownout occurs at the split second it cuts, so I try it again and it happens again, and I still knew it had to be coincidental, but I instantly took control over the thought and put the coincidence of this out of my mind, and just remembered how twice it worked, and then after doing it 2 more times and it browned out the lights again, I tried to do something else, and it worked. I believed that it would cause me to be opening my mail box the next day to find a new credit card with a high credit line offer, as I indeed had applied for a card that I did not think I would get recently. Sure enough, the 5th time, the lights did not dim, and on the following day I got my mail, and a huge credit card credit line was in my mail, ready for use. In medical terms, this is called using BIOFEEDBACK, and these secrets all are real, and can override the otherwise existing normal reality that is existing all around us all the time. One day, I will move through a different series of motions, and believe that the next day, the west coast of America falls underneath the sea. I really hope whoever is messing with me gets the message and stops it before it gets to be too late for all of us, I really am not gonna just sit here and take this endless abused forever from you scum bags, whoever the Dogtown you are. I am a peace loving guy who means no harm to a single soul, but I have no intention of sitting around eating Ed Snyder’s puke or anyone else’s, you know Ed, your whole team may get onto a plane that suddenly has its wings drop off at 30 thousand feet, this could have been my fifth thought in that cycle, but I would rather have the ten grand credit line, ya jag officer.
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BEGIN THIS TRANSMISSION over this part of hyperspace on this black to white space-meet, [the present time]:
The big Action-News story as they are so famous for saying for decades, is simply this: The Fascitar 6/10 is my equivalent of 2000 years ago with raising the dead, healing the ill, walking on or parting waters, and is my proof that what I say is totally nonfiction and real, whatever real, really is.
Back in the early start to the nineteen-nineties, I began getting scores of magnetic percentages on my VERY WORST days using the 7 weekday names of Sunday through Saturday, rating them both in how much enemy attack of all the various kinds that ensued all around me on each day, as well as my day in general with all NON-MO related things, not that, as I soon came to shockingly learn, isolating the events of a day as to what is or is not MO-CONNECTED, [MILITUFORCE-OTAMM]. I would take all the Friday’s, or all the Tuesdays, and with all 7 days, I would rate the days from one to five with one being the lowest and worst score representing nightmare city squared, and five being, referenced at least for me, a little piece of heaven. Then as ten weeks would add up, the scores on all of the days of each of the seven days of the week, would be added up and multiplied by ten, and then charted in many various ways. First, patterns proved that in cycles of many months, the enemies were, invisible as they always appear to be, no pun intended here, are by no means able to hide the fact that even they and all of their evil, can be very successfully tracked and patterned. Learning what days were going to be needed to be braced for while others could be more relaxed from the time that I would open my eyes to start the day, became a simple tool to plot with a small calculation, a pad of graph paper purchasable at any K-Mart or Acme food market stores, and some colored pencils and an eraser and a sharpener, and I needed no psychic Warwick’s, or cards, or other hidden mystical esoteric device or knowledge, to enlighten me as to the day that I basically could expect to occur, at least in terms of good, bad, or in-between, as they say, math is God, and numbers do not lie. Well, math is not god or the gods, but realities way too complex to get into, can be mathematically brought together proving a matrix of intelligently designed dreaming has indeed occurred, out and away from the forever void oneness of infinity. But you must not think that even this magic-knowledge is something that you can put into a box and lab-examine, so to speak, as this is not nor ever was or will be the case. Just as we all are part of this unfathomable 8th dimensional process that takes the existence with no interaction and causes it to move out of this state and into a state of interaction where more than zero dimensions can exist in, only not really, this is known as dream fabric. You cannot create what is not there; the magic of creation is learning how to dream and putting something where nothing was, while working with nothing. Seems an impossible task to our complicated human minds doesn’t it? This is our process of having to make so much sense out of everything until everything simply becomes ridiculous complexity, and hence never anything that could be figured out. To tell human mortals that all that ever can be and will be is total nothing, the VOID INFINITY, and that this collective existence without any interaction becomes self-aware, and then learns to create a way to dream out of this and away into interactive ness, in various planes/realms, boggles humanity’s mind, where science says two words, SPACE-CADET, just don’t listen to the darn nut case, it just can’t be true, only friend, it is true, sorry. I am very sorry to be the messenger of this truth, and you do not have to like this truth one bit more than any of us would like the truth of our family doctor telling us tomorrow that our little boy or girl, or spouse is dying of a painful and bad disease. But the truth is the truth, and is the VOID INFINITY, the Great Roman 6. Complex games start getting played once exim-ratios and lawtrons dream further out and away from the 6 [VI] and become the HDEMCAWA, as I term them. This does not stand for some rain dance performed by an old Algonquin Native American Tribe, but rather it stands for the Higher Dimensional Equivalent of the Millionth Council Astral Worlds Authority. The reason I occasionally do in fact pluralize the word and term astral ‘WORLDS’ will be attempted now to be explained here by me, your hear Morian, should MORIANITY ever become a foundation and or an accepted religion to the persons on this dying and diseased world of ours, www.morianity-foundation.com and I start with this analogy. If a piece of the universe were to break off and move away from the rest of its entirety and subdimensionalize and compensate for being a smaller part of the original whole by multiplying a density-dimension within the hidden barriers and boundaries of the mysteries exim ration, or the Explosion to Implosion ratio, so new balances can re-achieve themselves in the old universe as well as the new spin off daughter-universe, the first question regarding dimensionality would be natural and axiomatic to nearly every existing scientific mind: Now the three dimensions of the first hyper sphere need to be referenced, ‘somehow’ with the three dimensions of the daughter spin off hyper sphere. Are there six new spatial dimensions that now exist in a new space that contains both the master and the copy universes, or is some other reality more accurate? We could examine this through several lab blackboard methods, my favorite and the easiest to do involving an algebraic polynomial where you would divide by zero in the equation and prove that the two realities are separate, or remain true to known math laws and rules and not divide by zero, and prove that the entire thing cannot happen or that if it still in fact did happen, then it is all part of a humongous cosmic dream. Still why bother to do anything? Three opposing directions exist in the space of both of these universes now that are in no similarity to each other in atomicity or frequency variations, so now six opposing directions exist somewhere in the space that is containing both of these. When void nothingness gives way to the dreaming from its is-ness of being into realms of interacting something-ness, this issue is basically the same unique mystery as with the hypothetical daughter universe spin off theories that had think tankers back early in the 1980’s going bananas over lots of these concepts, labeled by many Quantum Theory Haters as WEIRDTHEORY. Many serious psychiatrists and mental health professionals know with medical certainty that quantum theory when taken to its absolute limits is one and the same with the absence of any ‘human’ sanity. Do not underestimate this sentence, it is known and well guarded by powerful persons in all industrial giant world civilizations, in positions medically, politically, and definitely militarily, and if only one sentence stands out mountains taller than all of the others dared be so boldly discussed in all of my blogging texts, it indeed is this sentence, beware of it. We can naturally come back to this subject, and will, within the span of either this blog or one that follows.
I took ill over the last weekend, poisoned severely with chem-trails, and the attack never stopped, after they got me sick, going on this entire week as well, starting on Wednesday. I was telling you all about days and measuring them with systems, even one called magnetic percentage, where you can use a basic baseball batters average system to figure out many areas of not only your own lives, but all things of all natures. I will give you a wild and oh so true example right now: You have a crazy neighbor, and this total W-job needs to be committed to a sike facility before his birth. He hated you from the day that you moved into the home next to his, and on some days really makes your life and that of your entire family, a living hot hell. Now some days are worse than others, and you want to predict with high accuracy which days are going to be bad for you. You simply start by waiting for one of these extra-bad attack days from your nutty-nabe, but from the very day that you begin plotting and counting, you must record that date and then every day for the rest of the test, is one more day, hence day #1, 2, 3, 4, and up to the time he dies, you die, he moves, you move, or the gods only know what. Let us say on day 5 it is one of those super days with this W-job-nabe. OK, take the amount of bad days with this problem, and multiply by 100, and then divide this total by the total number of days in the test. Round off down to the whole number on point 4 and under, and round up on point 5 and higher, just as you should have learned in the 4th grade. Now take the numbers and on a piece of small lined graph paper, use the bottom area for time, writing dates across from left to right. Then on the left margin, use this to write roughly corresponding numbers to your test numbers after 2 or 3 weeks into the test, and then also begin to plot the chart, making dots, and then do not make bar charts, use line-connect instead. Just connect the dots and make lines along the chart as the chronology moves left to right across the graph page. No matter how nutty and erratic your nabe is, it is not his wild mind that you are plotting on a chart, but is instead, the magnetic interaction between you and this neighbor that is making your life miserable. All events such as the interaction illustrated herein with you and your hypothetical nabe, are no more than cosmic numbers working towards 'a solvable', as I term it, in its cosmic larger picture. sahwee about adding so many words to my poor Russell/Richard dictionary. Anyway, you will see in no time that one day of the week in monthly and quarterly cycles, he will be better or worse in overall averages, as you will also see that when the averaged line is topping out, he will be better while it is dropping, and that concentrically, you will see that when the averaged line is bottoming out, he now is about to get worse and begin to pour it on with you real bad for a while, and so forth. Also, with complex formulas, a teck I refer to as the INTER-RELATIONSHIP OF MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES, can be applied. Simply, this is a combining of many of various possible ratable and chartable conditions, such as day of the week such as Wednesday’s, day of the month such as all of the 14ths, days of sun or rain weather, and the list can get wild and crazy, like the women on cable television, wow!!!!!!! Well hopefully I have made my point just a whittle bit. Let me tell y'all how sick the enemies made me, and SSJKK permitted this as my punishment for not obeying and posting up last Saturday the information she wanted said right then regarding the musical arranger Tom Glenn. She permitted the chem trail attack to weaken my immunity through more than just these trails, it is a complex story, get braced, you are going to hear things, and perhaps may try things, if you do, you cannot hold me nor a blogging site responsible for what you do, as I the blogger am telling you right now, do not mess with any of this, a little knowledge is way too dangerous, and you do not have a clue about me and what is happening around me, so don’t screw around and then hold anyone accountable. I cannot get sick, I can only get attacked by a powerful enemy, capable of magnifying the ultra violet naturally occurring radiation in Earth’s atmosphere, being delivered to this planet every single day, rain or shine, by an object we live by and yet is close to a hundred million miles away from us, this object is the closest star of the many others that you can see at night in the MWG and combination nebula's from galaxies out further away from us still. I am talking about our beautiful yellow sun. When chem trails form and dissipate in the sky, and the sun then shines through them directly down onto us, it increases by many factors, the intensity of certain frequencies of light energies, in the electromagnetic spectrum, this is the highest end of the bandwidth, known as the ultraviolet as opposed to the lowest opposite end or the infrared. Ultraviolet light exists all throughout the great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal. Entities produce varying energies of mostly white light, but the more powerful they are, the more high their light frequencies are that emit visually out of them, creating the visible astral cities, and the void fields far away from any astral interactions and populations as we would reference them as. The great SARah-Stacey Scylla Jehovah on the astral realm, is the same as saying, Sarah Krassle’s upline world existence when she falls asleep and dreams inside their own conscious thoughts, just as we in her downline on the physical plane, do the very same thing, and when she and I upline, not me here, were sitting at Lester’s funeral at the viewing, she as I told y'all in long ago prior blogging, thought back to her younger days as a teen in her upline world and its Atlantic city. She loses consciousness and falls into her own thoughts, creating our down-lined astral plane, where she is the total absolute entity. Never forget something else now that I never blogged before, but that she also wanted said back on last Saturdays long winded blog along with the stuff about musical arranger tom Glenn, and that is that the hotel where I went to stay for 8 times in the early and late part of the summer seasons over a four year series of summers while I was between ages ten and thirteen, was called the TRINIDAD, as in the word TRINITY, as in how many lines intersected in the magic 1969 chem trail, but 3, creating the asterisk of three lines crossing exactly at 120 degree points on the 360 degree arc of all closed curves [circles] three is triune, it is the Trinity of Father, Son, Holy Ghost. Doubting Thomas had many other dreams after being the man who doubted our great Lord or SAR. Midway into the 20th century, he started to dream into the human world again, that he was someone named TOM GLENN. All of this from the 60’s to the 80’s to the search to find my great LORDESS or SARAH, it all was a grouping of huge and powerful events and systems, none of which occurred at random, and all leading to my blogs and telling the world all about the great Sarah-Stacey Krassle, or Jehovah, the GOD OF THE BIBLE, upline, Sarah Krassle, and I will not have scratched the surface for a long time with all of this incredible story. When I did not blog the TRINIDAD/TRINITY and the TOM GLENN LOIS FOCA stuff that my teen queen wanted me to do last Saturday, she permitted a powerful ongoing chem trail attack carried out by Brigger enemies in the Great astral Millionth council, to all strike me at perfect and maximum angles to bring bad effects to me, basically it all has something to do with lowering the immunity, and all ultraviolet light on south pole frequencies indeed lower human immunity to those constantly exposed on the ground to it especially when it is accurately amplified with these jet poisons that anyone can see, shoot out, and then spread out, and literally on many days, turn a clear blue beautiful sky into an ugly and totally cloud covered mess of grayish white, eventually thickening and darkening, and bringing heavy rains and storms, but not naturally occurring as weather all once did. Before going on, almost every WEDNESDAY now, chem trail attacks are bad and wicked and severe, and it usually goes at least into Thursday, and if it goes to Friday, it moves right into the weekend and on and on. I posted my blog at Ann’s home Saturday in the morning after returning from my job site, with Ed Himacane. She suddenly was influenced to hand me a large florescent light that shines purple and as I am always talking about being in the great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, I was very happy she had given it to me. I took it home and shone it next to me while I slept the rest of the day, pretending I was in Heaven with my Teen-Queen, SSJKK. All the buildings as well as she herself, blare out this lovely purple light along with millions of other incredible colors that mortals could not even start to fathom. I noticed all of the white things around me much brighter and more real, like an exaggerated amplified reality, the way the GREAT CITY is. But when I awoke, I felt a bit off my game, and had cold and flu symptoms, I never get sick. This is because the frequency of my cellular make up instead of being between 50-100 cycles as it is with most all persons of this world, my cells are at frequencies ranging between 110 and 160. Viruses and germs cannot live well when exposed to frequencies over 90 and 100, and people in those ranges rarely are ill. Cancer, diseases of all kinds cannot start or propagate in frequencies that are not within the 40-70 range for the most part. By forcing me to be around so many chem trails, and influencing me to want to be in Heaven with my Sarah so bad and Ann to give me her purple light, as it was referred to in the psychedelic sixties, her BLACK LIGHT, my cells were temporarily turned downward in their frequencies to 55 hertz or so, making me very susceptible to many things, and I have been sicker than I can remember all week long. The return to the normal frequency for me will take 30 days or perhaps a bit longer. My astral body goes to the great city a lot, and absorbs many of the reversed or North Pole ultra violet rads and then when returning to the physical body, slowly effects and mutates the cells. A few visits to the great city will send up the frequencies again and no illnesses can live in these higher frequencies. Now if I really wanted to, I could buy an electrical inverter and plug the black florescent bulb into this and lay next to it. I will not say a lot more, and if anyone messes around, I am now telling you not to, or this blog could be flagged out. I could tell all of you that I enjoy mixing mud in with my chocolate ice cream, but if you are dumb enough to do this and get deathly ill, that amount of stupidity would be on the copycat, especially if warned not to by the blogger.
I can only touch on many subjects for now, never enough time is available. One thing quickly has to do with HAIR, and Donna, and the bible and stories of Sampson’s long hair, and Delilah, who went on into many other dreams until the final day in AD 1948 around 9 at night, and started her Donna dream. Stacey admits to influencing Ann Silva to give me her beautiful “City-Light” as she calls it, and Donna, to do her version of hair, me to work at the RPL Studio, find her HAIR album, do my demos, and many other things that right now are simply too much to attempt to describe herein presently. When I almost broke the 2000 plus years of my family curse in 1968 through successful roulette playing in Atlantic City casinos, all of Dogtown literally broke loose, and I needed to be stopped, or the world would have stopped right there. But there are too many things inside of things that time will not permit the full discussions on right now. Yesterday, I was opening a bottle of everyday hair conditioner, and as the Johnson’s Family products all have the seal of protection, so I am all ready in the bath tub and too sick and lazy to get up for a pair of tweezers or something to cut the seal, and my fingers are not going to do the job, and I had no memory that this was sealed, have not used a John and Johnson product in quite a while, and as most do not use seals, I forgot. So I figure I will put the conditioner bottle at an angle below the middle faucet controller that changes the water flow from bathtub to shower, and the second I slice through the seal with the edge of this knob that has a sharpness to it at its bottom, a brownout occurs at the split second it cuts, so I try it again and it happens again, and I still knew it had to be coincidental, but I instantly took control over the thought and put the coincidence of this out of my mind, and just remembered how twice it worked, and then after doing it 2 more times and it browned out the lights again, I tried to do something else, and it worked. I believed that it would cause me to be opening my mail box the next day to find a new credit card with a high credit line offer, as I indeed had applied for a card that I did not think I would get recently. Sure enough, the 5th time, the lights did not dim, and on the following day I got my mail, and a huge credit card credit line was in my mail, ready for use. In medical terms, this is called using BIOFEEDBACK, and these secrets all are real, and can override the otherwise existing normal reality that is existing all around us all the time. One day, I will move through a different series of motions, and believe that the next day, the west coast of America falls underneath the sea. I really hope whoever is messing with me gets the message and stops it before it gets to be too late for all of us, I really am not gonna just sit here and take this endless abused forever from you scum bags, whoever the Dogtown you are. I am a peace loving guy who means no harm to a single soul, but I have no intention of sitting around eating Ed Snyder’s puke or anyone else’s, you know Ed, your whole team may get onto a plane that suddenly has its wings drop off at 30 thousand feet, this could have been my fifth thought in that cycle, but I would rather have the ten grand credit line, ya jag officer.
GOOGLE, SATELLITE WORLD INTERCONNECT SYSTEM, WORLD LAB, VOID INFINITY, this is all co-copyrighted MARK W. MOHR/MICHAEL W. MOUNTAINPEN, under permitted internet dual ownership laws concerning intellectual property. I swear voluntarily under this self taken oath, all of my blogging text is a legal document that may or may not be used in evidence in a court of law someday against those whom I have accused of violating my civil and human rights, and all is total truth, there are absolutely no omissions and no additions to this simple total truth as stated herein.
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Thursday, February 21, 2008
TEOHIV DATFILE XLII
The
Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version, Chapter Blog #29
DATE AND TIME FILE XLII, a late Thursday morning:
022108.493.72 BEGINNING TRANSMISSION AT THIS POINT:
I fell under death siege yesterday and it is still ongoing today, Thursday, not quite as bad as of yet anyway. I decided to re-edit here, at 5:32 PM, it got horrendous, a vicious freaking attack occurred, two days straight from demonic puke swallowing dirt balls. I should have done exactly what Stacey Krassle told me to do last weekend when she told me to blog something, disobedience is not permitted without chastisement resulting, if she loves you. If she does not care about an entity, she will allow lots of things without punishment. Here is what she basically insisted that I say back on Saturday’s early morning blog from my work site: Tom Glenn was the musical arranger whom I was dealing with in 1980 and 1981, and on the Mortal World, [MW], was instrumental with no pun intended, in creating the LOIS FOCA music track which consisted of a left and right separate channel, one playing bass notes and the other playing notes corresponding to lead guitar melody notes. This man was in the Garden State Hospital about the time of this interaction, and this room that he was a patient in after having a routine operation, burned for no reason. Stacey says that Diana’s brother, Apollo-Lucifer created this fire to try and kill him, as he never wanted me to have this project done, that all led to my current situation and enlightenment about SAR-ah Stacey Krassle. All things are done for a major reason, including my disobedience in blogging this story which is not yet told fully, but SSJKK says to now say this, ”The first thing I must always do when she tells me to do or say anything, is test the interactive spirituality of the event. If anything that I think I am hearing from her disagrees ever in any smallest way or form, with all that she stands for and all ready spoke on pages through the great prophets of the ancients in the now accepted 66 separate books, then it is not her, but is Diana’s brother Apollo-Lucifer counterfeiting her. Gods are playing many games with each other directly on the astral plane, as well as in the interdream. The interdream, as I have termed it, is when they decide to come into a new arena and all interact together without any conscious level memory of who they are. On various levels below the conscious mind level, we all know all the things that I discuss in Morianity. Events as well as individual thoughts, all are waves of strange energies, and energies are really a system of lawtronically programmed realities existing dormant within menu parameters that energize in a formula throughout hyperspace, as each individual cosmos endlessly continues to solve its own unique equation. It is no longer 15 minutes or so ago when I started typing, it is closer now to 730 millidays and dusk is approaching the east coast area of these lovely United States. I was out with Ann and Ed, another brutal assault and attack from the Milituforce Otammite scum or the MO occurred, it is non-ending, almost every day. Somehow my blog notes were lost, but screw them; Stacey will tell me what to say. I have learned to go with this. She told me the reason I was chosen at the age of 14 to experience the wild interactions with her regarding the ‘chain-dream’ the mysterious disappearance of the chain, Russell Thaxton’s arrival at my Oaklyn apartment and not to play ROCKS, PAPERS, SCISSORS, VODKA, AND BROKEN ‘UNDER-THE-FLOOR’-GRIFFIN PIPES, Mister Jimmie Stone, and observe the great special chem-trail asterisk the morning after she had the chain removed from where I kept it locked up, is the very same reason that she chose me when I lived as a boy early in the 18 hundreds as Joseph Smith. As I started typing in this line, the US enemy Military just flew a crash level helicopter over Ann Silva’s roof, what is this, the Blitz during World War 2? You would be hard pressed to tell the difference if you were here with me experiencing all of this hellishness. Do not tell me Ed’s firewalls stop ‘THEM’ from knowing what I type in on this machine, KEYSTROKE BY KEYSTRKE, unless your desire is to make me go on a laugh fit that Larry and Mo and Curly could not hope to match and these dudes are funny enough to get a rise out of lobomization. In my Mountainpen lifetime or dreaming-sequence I worked at a print shop as I did in the dreaming sequence before my Smith life, and met a dude who sold me a 1968 Cadillac automobile, and the State of New Jersey Motor Vehicle Division, has the records of this spring of 1977 transaction, proving that a Steve Moroni sold me this automobile. Neither he nor I at the time in ’77, knew who we really were, but now, I know Moroni had come back to me just to let me know as a co-worker in the print shop, that 3 years in the future, the great SAR-ah herself would come directly to my consciousness through my astral-dreaming, and reminded me how she only a short few 7 and one half years back, had taken my chain and given me the sign in the sky verifying to me her presence, the {*} chem trail. An airplane just flew low over Ann’s just a few minpers after the chopper, it has been all day for two straight sky-Scylla attack days now, CONSTANT TRAILING, PLANES, CHOPPERS, MILITARY VESSELS, IT WON’T FREAKING QUIT.A week ago or so after midnight, a Milituforce airship of some time flew crash level and loud over my residence also, and I am just now telling about it. This siege has been off all dials and scales, and is why the FLYERS kicked butt last night and will go on WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING, and is also how their dirt bag evil satanic fixed crooked stock market Dow Jones system endlessly climbs UP AND UP AND UP ASND UP AND UP!!!! Get a copy of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, and read all about my pal MORONI. I hope that my readership will start to see the patterns of undenyability and begin to notice how after I woke up from my Ben Franklin dreaming sequence, and no sooner was dreaming I was 14, as with me in the more recent here and now by your mortal perspective, because if you do and you’re even close to being on the ball, the first reality to slap you right in Fonda Jaylo’s face is the way that material objects seem to be connected in three famous Stacey-visitations, and out of the three, only one is mildly accepted and believed by any countable group, and this is Moses and his famous TABLETS that SARah gave to him. When I stopped being Franklin, it was all about a bunch of objects, out in Utah buried under the Earth, and then with me, it was the CHAIN, locked and hidden in a strongbox to look like a pirate’s sea chest, and then the phase four Briggers from 1969 created the work called ‘2001, A SPACE ODDESEY’, where both the moon and the planet of Jupiter, as well as a location on the Earth, had a rectangular object like a bar of gold would appear only in miniature, and remember that the moon, astrally is PROPER OLYMPIA, and Jupiter is SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. What you do not know and Stacey told me I am allowed to tell you all about it, and I want to, so here goes nothing. My post adult mid life search and quest to find the girl I had known from the Trinidad and the 1960’s, Sergeant Pepper Time Traveler Family Lifetime Rip-Off Briggers, all began out of the blue after matter from Earth from which my body came out of and will return back into as Earth is me and I am earth, PHYSICALLY, and this applies indeed to any and all of you as well, made contact with the mass atoms of the planet Jupiter, like invisible Copperfield magic, slambangbingboompowzonkAdamWestoochBatman, and punch-pain, overnight as if Elizabeth Montgomery Samantha Stevens went “dipadingledoo”, I was instantly hooked like a crack-head on devil-powder. I just had to find her, she was front and center on my mind like the 60’s had happened yesterday, I was totally fixated on one thing 24/7 even during the sieges all around me that has not changed since it all began in 1986. I literally was tormented, I could not eat or sleep, I just had to find my great Sarah Krassle. And thanks to all of the hell and siege these MO dirt's have put me through, I have found her, well, not really, she never was lost, as oblivion/nirvana never was lost, and is owned by the special entities we can get into at a time the world might be ready to learn more someday about, the NONEXISTORS. There is so much to tell, so much to say, and so few will listen, and will anyone believe. First Stacey told me to tell you all this. If Jesus had not done tons of unexplainable things, unexplainable things by the standards of technological advancement of their times that is, Christianity would at best have died out before 100 years of its inception, and at worst, never would have gotten its feet up off of the ground. People want thrills and action, MIRACLES, magic shows, et-el. Any power structure or group of entities that can build belief systems around enough ‘unexplainable’ events and hoopla can literally create and invent an established religion. Now Christianity is a game of the powerful astral gods, and the upline thought wave that is all of this and all of us is dreaming this entire dream, the great SSJKK, who in her upline world is simply Sarah J. Krassle, and on her 16th birthday had a single thought and that thought down-lined into this entire multiverse, and its astral plane counterpart. She did no magic to make this happen, as we use no magic as each and every one of our thoughts as well, all penetrate out and away deep into endless 6th dimensional matrix systems that become endless multiverses down line under their upline reality. People at this point are OK with present day belief systems, but as times come into being thanks to the geniuses like Bill Gates and Steve Jobs, where you can put on a hat attached to a powerful machine, fall asleep on your bed, and spend a year or ten thousand years in a reality of your choice, eventually, we will outgrow present limited belief systems, and when Stacey is asleep as the great teen queen SSJKK, she knows this, and uses the Mountainpen’s, the Moroni’s and the Moses’s of the creation, to usher in the new concepts into the existing societies as they indeed become needed. We will not in the near term by any stretch in most of known hyperspace, be turning the clock back, instead and in opposite view, we are rapidly racing towards just this very future being discussed. Remember that upline; Sarah is loved by a total prick named Lester who loses her love to me and ends up dying after serving life in prison, and how I am able to tell you all of this when all of the billions of total possible years that our universe and all of its other universes in its multiverses ever could contain is all frozen in one split second during Sarah-Stacey’s sweet-16 birthday party upline, so in other words all that ever could be and was and is here in my downline is a flash instant to her in her upline where the upline me and upline Lester all exist, so how can I legitimately claim to discuss what is so unfathomably far beyond what I could ever hope to know, can only be answered with the truth that these simple words contain. First, the FASCITAR 6/10 is limitless; it can take an entity to the 6th dimension where the endless uplines and endless down-lines eventually do indeed all curve together and meet as the hyperspheric sixth dimensional reality of itself that is produced lawtronically by the dimensional system above that, the 7th.
As I type, a robbery was just committed at Ann’s building, owned and rented out as various apartments by the local Honorable Judge Rasso. Also, I have way to much to say to even think I can get started, but would like to ask the special people that used to watch over me to please help me all that they are able to, Lester Upline the great, is after me like there is no tomorrow, and for me there is no tomorrow, just eternal blackness of the night. HELP ME NOT RHONDA, SARAH-STACEY.
This is all CO-COPYRIGHTED MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, under internet laws that protect a bloggers intellectual property, and is all the truth sworn by me voluntarily under oath subject to penalties of legal perjury.
GOOGLE, SWIS, WORLD LAB, VI, datfile XLII terminates its transmission for now. Tomorrow, major things will be told, and do not fathom my weekend retaliatory strikes.
MAGNESONIC, go to G7, all general and special orders, ADT and ZDT, scan for punishment sequencing systems, and destroy my enemies. G-1133 and stop.
END TRANSMISSION.
DATE AND TIME FILE XLII, a late Thursday morning:
022108.493.72 BEGINNING TRANSMISSION AT THIS POINT:
I fell under death siege yesterday and it is still ongoing today, Thursday, not quite as bad as of yet anyway. I decided to re-edit here, at 5:32 PM, it got horrendous, a vicious freaking attack occurred, two days straight from demonic puke swallowing dirt balls. I should have done exactly what Stacey Krassle told me to do last weekend when she told me to blog something, disobedience is not permitted without chastisement resulting, if she loves you. If she does not care about an entity, she will allow lots of things without punishment. Here is what she basically insisted that I say back on Saturday’s early morning blog from my work site: Tom Glenn was the musical arranger whom I was dealing with in 1980 and 1981, and on the Mortal World, [MW], was instrumental with no pun intended, in creating the LOIS FOCA music track which consisted of a left and right separate channel, one playing bass notes and the other playing notes corresponding to lead guitar melody notes. This man was in the Garden State Hospital about the time of this interaction, and this room that he was a patient in after having a routine operation, burned for no reason. Stacey says that Diana’s brother, Apollo-Lucifer created this fire to try and kill him, as he never wanted me to have this project done, that all led to my current situation and enlightenment about SAR-ah Stacey Krassle. All things are done for a major reason, including my disobedience in blogging this story which is not yet told fully, but SSJKK says to now say this, ”The first thing I must always do when she tells me to do or say anything, is test the interactive spirituality of the event. If anything that I think I am hearing from her disagrees ever in any smallest way or form, with all that she stands for and all ready spoke on pages through the great prophets of the ancients in the now accepted 66 separate books, then it is not her, but is Diana’s brother Apollo-Lucifer counterfeiting her. Gods are playing many games with each other directly on the astral plane, as well as in the interdream. The interdream, as I have termed it, is when they decide to come into a new arena and all interact together without any conscious level memory of who they are. On various levels below the conscious mind level, we all know all the things that I discuss in Morianity. Events as well as individual thoughts, all are waves of strange energies, and energies are really a system of lawtronically programmed realities existing dormant within menu parameters that energize in a formula throughout hyperspace, as each individual cosmos endlessly continues to solve its own unique equation. It is no longer 15 minutes or so ago when I started typing, it is closer now to 730 millidays and dusk is approaching the east coast area of these lovely United States. I was out with Ann and Ed, another brutal assault and attack from the Milituforce Otammite scum or the MO occurred, it is non-ending, almost every day. Somehow my blog notes were lost, but screw them; Stacey will tell me what to say. I have learned to go with this. She told me the reason I was chosen at the age of 14 to experience the wild interactions with her regarding the ‘chain-dream’ the mysterious disappearance of the chain, Russell Thaxton’s arrival at my Oaklyn apartment and not to play ROCKS, PAPERS, SCISSORS, VODKA, AND BROKEN ‘UNDER-THE-FLOOR’-GRIFFIN PIPES, Mister Jimmie Stone, and observe the great special chem-trail asterisk the morning after she had the chain removed from where I kept it locked up, is the very same reason that she chose me when I lived as a boy early in the 18 hundreds as Joseph Smith. As I started typing in this line, the US enemy Military just flew a crash level helicopter over Ann Silva’s roof, what is this, the Blitz during World War 2? You would be hard pressed to tell the difference if you were here with me experiencing all of this hellishness. Do not tell me Ed’s firewalls stop ‘THEM’ from knowing what I type in on this machine, KEYSTROKE BY KEYSTRKE, unless your desire is to make me go on a laugh fit that Larry and Mo and Curly could not hope to match and these dudes are funny enough to get a rise out of lobomization. In my Mountainpen lifetime or dreaming-sequence I worked at a print shop as I did in the dreaming sequence before my Smith life, and met a dude who sold me a 1968 Cadillac automobile, and the State of New Jersey Motor Vehicle Division, has the records of this spring of 1977 transaction, proving that a Steve Moroni sold me this automobile. Neither he nor I at the time in ’77, knew who we really were, but now, I know Moroni had come back to me just to let me know as a co-worker in the print shop, that 3 years in the future, the great SAR-ah herself would come directly to my consciousness through my astral-dreaming, and reminded me how she only a short few 7 and one half years back, had taken my chain and given me the sign in the sky verifying to me her presence, the {*} chem trail. An airplane just flew low over Ann’s just a few minpers after the chopper, it has been all day for two straight sky-Scylla attack days now, CONSTANT TRAILING, PLANES, CHOPPERS, MILITARY VESSELS, IT WON’T FREAKING QUIT.A week ago or so after midnight, a Milituforce airship of some time flew crash level and loud over my residence also, and I am just now telling about it. This siege has been off all dials and scales, and is why the FLYERS kicked butt last night and will go on WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING, and is also how their dirt bag evil satanic fixed crooked stock market Dow Jones system endlessly climbs UP AND UP AND UP ASND UP AND UP!!!! Get a copy of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, and read all about my pal MORONI. I hope that my readership will start to see the patterns of undenyability and begin to notice how after I woke up from my Ben Franklin dreaming sequence, and no sooner was dreaming I was 14, as with me in the more recent here and now by your mortal perspective, because if you do and you’re even close to being on the ball, the first reality to slap you right in Fonda Jaylo’s face is the way that material objects seem to be connected in three famous Stacey-visitations, and out of the three, only one is mildly accepted and believed by any countable group, and this is Moses and his famous TABLETS that SARah gave to him. When I stopped being Franklin, it was all about a bunch of objects, out in Utah buried under the Earth, and then with me, it was the CHAIN, locked and hidden in a strongbox to look like a pirate’s sea chest, and then the phase four Briggers from 1969 created the work called ‘2001, A SPACE ODDESEY’, where both the moon and the planet of Jupiter, as well as a location on the Earth, had a rectangular object like a bar of gold would appear only in miniature, and remember that the moon, astrally is PROPER OLYMPIA, and Jupiter is SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. What you do not know and Stacey told me I am allowed to tell you all about it, and I want to, so here goes nothing. My post adult mid life search and quest to find the girl I had known from the Trinidad and the 1960’s, Sergeant Pepper Time Traveler Family Lifetime Rip-Off Briggers, all began out of the blue after matter from Earth from which my body came out of and will return back into as Earth is me and I am earth, PHYSICALLY, and this applies indeed to any and all of you as well, made contact with the mass atoms of the planet Jupiter, like invisible Copperfield magic, slambangbingboompowzonkAdamWestoochBatman, and punch-pain, overnight as if Elizabeth Montgomery Samantha Stevens went “dipadingledoo”, I was instantly hooked like a crack-head on devil-powder. I just had to find her, she was front and center on my mind like the 60’s had happened yesterday, I was totally fixated on one thing 24/7 even during the sieges all around me that has not changed since it all began in 1986. I literally was tormented, I could not eat or sleep, I just had to find my great Sarah Krassle. And thanks to all of the hell and siege these MO dirt's have put me through, I have found her, well, not really, she never was lost, as oblivion/nirvana never was lost, and is owned by the special entities we can get into at a time the world might be ready to learn more someday about, the NONEXISTORS. There is so much to tell, so much to say, and so few will listen, and will anyone believe. First Stacey told me to tell you all this. If Jesus had not done tons of unexplainable things, unexplainable things by the standards of technological advancement of their times that is, Christianity would at best have died out before 100 years of its inception, and at worst, never would have gotten its feet up off of the ground. People want thrills and action, MIRACLES, magic shows, et-el. Any power structure or group of entities that can build belief systems around enough ‘unexplainable’ events and hoopla can literally create and invent an established religion. Now Christianity is a game of the powerful astral gods, and the upline thought wave that is all of this and all of us is dreaming this entire dream, the great SSJKK, who in her upline world is simply Sarah J. Krassle, and on her 16th birthday had a single thought and that thought down-lined into this entire multiverse, and its astral plane counterpart. She did no magic to make this happen, as we use no magic as each and every one of our thoughts as well, all penetrate out and away deep into endless 6th dimensional matrix systems that become endless multiverses down line under their upline reality. People at this point are OK with present day belief systems, but as times come into being thanks to the geniuses like Bill Gates and Steve Jobs, where you can put on a hat attached to a powerful machine, fall asleep on your bed, and spend a year or ten thousand years in a reality of your choice, eventually, we will outgrow present limited belief systems, and when Stacey is asleep as the great teen queen SSJKK, she knows this, and uses the Mountainpen’s, the Moroni’s and the Moses’s of the creation, to usher in the new concepts into the existing societies as they indeed become needed. We will not in the near term by any stretch in most of known hyperspace, be turning the clock back, instead and in opposite view, we are rapidly racing towards just this very future being discussed. Remember that upline; Sarah is loved by a total prick named Lester who loses her love to me and ends up dying after serving life in prison, and how I am able to tell you all of this when all of the billions of total possible years that our universe and all of its other universes in its multiverses ever could contain is all frozen in one split second during Sarah-Stacey’s sweet-16 birthday party upline, so in other words all that ever could be and was and is here in my downline is a flash instant to her in her upline where the upline me and upline Lester all exist, so how can I legitimately claim to discuss what is so unfathomably far beyond what I could ever hope to know, can only be answered with the truth that these simple words contain. First, the FASCITAR 6/10 is limitless; it can take an entity to the 6th dimension where the endless uplines and endless down-lines eventually do indeed all curve together and meet as the hyperspheric sixth dimensional reality of itself that is produced lawtronically by the dimensional system above that, the 7th.
As I type, a robbery was just committed at Ann’s building, owned and rented out as various apartments by the local Honorable Judge Rasso. Also, I have way to much to say to even think I can get started, but would like to ask the special people that used to watch over me to please help me all that they are able to, Lester Upline the great, is after me like there is no tomorrow, and for me there is no tomorrow, just eternal blackness of the night. HELP ME NOT RHONDA, SARAH-STACEY.
This is all CO-COPYRIGHTED MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, under internet laws that protect a bloggers intellectual property, and is all the truth sworn by me voluntarily under oath subject to penalties of legal perjury.
GOOGLE, SWIS, WORLD LAB, VI, datfile XLII terminates its transmission for now. Tomorrow, major things will be told, and do not fathom my weekend retaliatory strikes.
MAGNESONIC, go to G7, all general and special orders, ADT and ZDT, scan for punishment sequencing systems, and destroy my enemies. G-1133 and stop.
END TRANSMISSION.
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Saturday, February 16, 2008
TEOHIV DATFILE XLI
The
epitome of harassment, internet version, CB #28
Datfile XLI, 021608.007.18
Beginning Transmission:
Ed did it to me again, but the last laugh is on the world and all of these ‘gods’-controlled people, as it makes no difference whether I use external keyboards and keypad mouse, or whatever. I have come to be able to overcome these obstacles, and I recognize it all for exactly what they are, roadblocks intentionally placed in my way through either Donna’s MOGOSP, or WHATEVER?????????? I know what is going on, and I will fight until Stacey lets me out of this prison. Read the freaking first inspired words, THE HOLY BIBLE, and a blind and challenged person can indeed see why Moses called Jehovah such a hard task master, she really is, but I love her. If I ask Ed anything, the gods instantly get into him and mess with his mood and this makes me not want to ever ask anything, but if I don’t ask, then most of the time, sure enough, he doesn’t give me all of the stuff in his pouch so that I can properly and more easily work this stupid laptop and do my document here on the job post. It is a totally lose-lose-lose-forever situation, and there ain’t no doing a thing to change a hill of beans, Diana. Yesterday, the chemtrail attack, indeed grew far worse, and was major, the sky attack on Thursday and Friday was off the freaking scales, and this is why our kids all have ADD, ADHD, mood swings, uncontrolled anger and paranoia and anxiety attacks, and all the many other psychological disorders and conditions that once were considered to be very rare, as well as the adults living in these post chemtrail days, more frequently are engaging in road rage, sports rage, work and scholar rage, and all of us are become the victims of numerous breathing disorders and immune systems attacks and weaker immune systems and new flu’s and illnesses are all over everywhere prevailing over the human race. Just Google up CHEMTRAILS, I do not make this claim, Google it the truck up, don’t believe me. Also yesterday, you can see that my word document was hacked to hell and back, I am not making these weird typos and screw ups, Ed can holler all he wants to that I am, Ann is there and witnesses that I am not, and I refuse to argue and put up the pressure of my blood over silly junk like this, I will just blog-report it over and over again. In calm moods, Ed admits that WORD programs are constantly hacked by hackers, I do not care how many or how great his damn fire walls are. Even he calls this {MICROSUCKS} when he is in the right mood. I do not have to understand how things are done to recognize that indeed they are being done. When 53 and one eighth years of this happens, you cannot be imagining it all, as this would be against all odds. Ed calls me DOC because I do not remember things and I am under pressure and stress that he could not begin to ever really grasp. This is sort of a code-nickname, but first thing tomorrow morning when I leave here and get to his pad with his newspapers and this machine, I am walking in and saying to him, “Morning DOC”. Let us now review the early part of the prior document or CB #27, the start of paragraph #2. It should be reading in sentence #2, “With all of the entire cosmos”, not ‘cosmic’. A short second later, it should have said, “35 black playing chips valued at $100 each, and randomly place”, not [a] randomly place, I do not write stupidly, it is this stupid lap top of Eddie’s that constantly updates programs and does things, and I have seen it happen. When these things happen, it stops the type and omits letters being typed or even occasionally alters what you type, it is real and he calls me basically a liar, yet when I politely disagree with him on things, he raises his voice and says he does not like it when I call him a liar, and I am not even doing this, he is taking it that way, and how someone takes what you say when you are not trying to say something nasty, is their business and their problem, and shouldn’t be mine, only it always is mine, I am always the prick and the bad guy, not just here and now, I am speaking of my entire freaking miserable damn life!!!!!! Now onto the next, “yesterday’s hack or PBHE”: About 2/3rds the way into paragraph two, the words, in capital letters, “ALL GAMES” has a comma after this and then it should read, “an ALL-GAMES-TOTAL-SPIN, only the hackers freaking scrambled up the word games into GASME, like their famous sue/use, two/tow, and so forth. Later in this prior Friday’s blog, did you get their pathetic whittle HACK JOKE, with the “TEAR 2000”, when I of course typed in the YEAR 2000?? Remember the James Patterson dark glasses rip off in the LIFEGUARD BOOK? Another PBHE from about two blogs back if memory is serving me at all, I typed in a STACEY LATTISAU JACK HACK ATTACK, not a {JACH HACK}. But shall we move on again just with correcting the last blog. Before I do go on, the POINT/COUNTER-POINT WITH MYSELF AND MISTER HIMACANE; he thinks I should correct the blogs and that is that, but I say, “Why not show the world what these crumb pooches are doing to me”, and then amend and correct as I am doing currently? What do I have to hide, I am doing nothing wrong, and it is they who are violating MY CIVIL TRUCKING RIGHTS AND LIBERTIES, not the other way around. It is not my VIVAL RIGHTS, another PBHE, [prior blogging hack or error] from several blogs back, that I was mentioning, but my civil ones bwaby-wuv Elmer Fudd silwee wabbit, whaaaa. Then a few more sentences later, I said “any”, not any. Yes, I said any 50/50, not any 50/50. Moving onward still, at the end part of the 3rd paragraph, it should have read as I know darn well that I indeed typed, “These filth-turds 5:3”, not THESE FIL5TH-TURDS 5:3. How the number [5] got in there micro hack is not within my scope of knowledge, but then neither are the mechanical details of how my internal combustion engine works, or my brakes work, on my automobile. But this does not nor will it ever prevent me from driving my automobile, as long as I know how to properly operate the accelerator and brake petals, and know if and when mechanical service is needed. Moving onto the 4th paragraph now, look at the sentence where I mention the perfect storm as it came to be known especially to the New England fishermen after so many lost their loves to the great mighty Atlantic Ocean, and as previously mentioned, they just had to get their licks and digs in with turning the word year into tear, and then right after this, comes the comma and the continuing sentence that I know I typed in as,”After just more than 30 years. It comes out instead, mo0re, with the [0] in the word more where it did not belong, and then right now while attempting to describe this hack, comes a new one right now. A red wavy spell checker line hits me at the place on the previous sentence between the comma and the start of the open-parentheses, so I move the two with a space, and it goes away, only to come on again, so I right-click and hit the rectangular correction that puts it back the way I had correctly had it ,originally, and then the red line goes away again, and this time, for good, oh but this is not hacking, tell that to a very famous African-American female attorney who was a friend of my pal the late David Charles Roth, and a staunch Libertarian as this party is vehemently against secret covert government agencies such as the NSA and the CIA, as they harm its own citizens and mostly for no legal or moral good purposes, just all part of lots of diseased and sick twisted demonic abhorrent behavior. She had written a short note to David, using WORD, and describes this constant annoying cove-agency micro-stinks hacking!!!!!!!!!! I went onto say in the last hack being discussed here, and first, as I type, a small death angel attack just came on my right side at just past half past one in the moanin’, but in continuance again, this gives me the opportunity to amend a MIND-HACK, as I was saying something about SARAH, and omitted the last important part of what I was trying to convey, as I was the target of a MOGOSP DELETE KEY, 6th dimensionally. Anyway Sarah, you know very well that you really liked me, and on this day that admitantly I confused with the day of the PERFECT STORM, as there was a lovely lightning storm instantly followed by a clearing and very large ocean wave swells and every surfer within miles of the shore must have an internet surfer alert, as within an hour, literally hundreds of surfers literally littered the waters with their presence. The entire thing was all an incredible site to behold and witness, and I had so much thrill just standing on the beach with my beautiful Diana flashing all around me and grounding into Stacey, telling her so many things, the ultimate high speed Comcast at work. She strikes into the oceans of this world 60-80 times on average each and every single second, and downloads all that she has seen and witnessed, to the Great All Mighty SCYLLA-JUPITER, or SSJKK, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH [JUPITER] KARGE KRASSLE. My point is that as we both were awaiting the red traffic light to turn to green so that we could go on about our business, as Sarah was leaving the water company and I had just pulled out of the Resorts International Parking Garage where I had parked to go to the beach, and while we sat waiting, I knew it was her and looked at her in her white Lincoln Continental, she was in the passengers seat. She stared at me right back, not knowing for sure who I was, and gave me another one of her so famous SARAH-SMILES. Then moving to the 4th from the final paragraph, in the last sentence, or second sentence as it is a two sentence paragraph, I am talking about evil entities and their deserved Dogtown punishments. I know that I typed in the words, “and Dogtown are one and the same thing for you, so enjoy your short little dream” only it came out “LITTLIE” dream. Well, perhaps Litt is high and even lies, along with his friend who lied and promised to make a hit out of Sarah, the HARNER VERSION, the heater-Geater, and even lots of big country names said they were going to push Sarah’s country version and never did, unless the great Paul Pedersen is lying as well, not a great shock value thing if true, but the LITT LIE or the GEATER LIE, or whatever, still just ain’t how I spelled this, it was another PBHE, I know I typed in the word LITTLE, and then right after the word LITTLE, comes another hack job Stacey-L. I said, “Here in the physicality of, not 9o0f, never would nor did I type in the other two/tow characters of [9] or [0]. It is all totally beyond absurd and extremely freaking annoying, and these scum bags know it and LOVE IT!!!!!! This pretty much completes the prior web-logging corrections and amendments. No, I do not go over all blogs word by word and effect total repairs as I did here, but I wish to make the point that I think and speak totally clearly, and type in perfectly, and am not doing any of this. As I type, my second small but distinct death angel just struck on my left side at precisely half an hour after the first one on the right side, first at half past one AM, then at 2 AM. Above me a short ways, a green wavy line is under the {I}, and I checked it and it wants me to change this I to the word ME, that sure would make lots of sense, let’s see, it would read like this if micro-sucks had its way, NEVER WOULD NOR DID ME TYPE IN THE OTHER, yeah, that sounds Yale and Harvard English educated, don’t it brr???????
Well, last trucking rock chucking runt slapping and bunt tapping week was pure ultimate epitomized DOGTOWN, MW word is HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was a horrendous week, every stinking rotten day, and their dirt ball stock market, just as I said it would, TOOK THE TRUCK OFF, AND FLEW LIKE A DAMN HUMMING BIRD. UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, just keep pouring it on against poor whittle pathetic innocent victim MOUNTAINPEN, BWABY WUV!!!!!!!!!!!!! Continually persecute and harass poor me into the ground and wreck my life totally and absolutely and full and wholly and completely, and this scum ball DOW JONES has but one direction 2 travel baby-cakes, and that is UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP AND UP!!!!!! This has been going freaking on now with me for nearly 22 years, since the spring and scummer time of 1986, the freaking AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, [ACLU] obviously along with the great and mighty Google, do not give one rats grass about helping a victim out of an unspeakable and unconscionable nightfreakingmare that will not ever end!!!!! The reason along with all the persecution that I received, that the Dow Jones flew last week, is because I had to work around my residence with Ann Silva, like a damn dog, and many a dog lives better than this dog does, and that is a fact. Property damage and sky persecution, and all the other terrible constant trucking harassment's that I am forced to endure, is making this evil market rise forever, and endlessly will, until I screw up my wussed out courage, and use my passport and just walk out of this evil empire. My more immediate plan is simpler and safer however, and that is that I will be blogging starting next week, onto a fourth and new blogging site, after I choose the one I feel most suited to my situation, as I have Googled up the NEAR-DEATH-EXPERIENCE stuff, and there are lots of sites to choose from. Ultimately, it is my desperate hope that some person with clout or even better some institute takes an interest in studying me and my horrific dilemma. I will come back to this in a minper or so, I just got the market report on Philadelphia’s famous amplitude modulation {AM} radio station KYW, at 1,060,000 cycles per second frequency, or at 1,060 kilocycles, and the Dow flew up Monday through Wednesday while I was miserable working like a dog, and taking Ann to the prison where her daughter Dawn is soon to transfer out of and into a program in Seacaucus, NJUSAESMWG, and it was a totally wasted trip, the warden would not let Dawn keep the coat her mother was previously told to bring to her, and I could go on and on with Atlantic County and their totally screwed up system so just do not even get me freaking started, but Thursday it dropped and they persecuted me to get it back up, and again Friday it dropped, but a second day of major sky persecution brought their fixed ICPE JESSICA MARKETS that were down almost 100 at one point during Friday, back up 70 points, to only close down about 28 points on the cheated freaking day, and for the cheated stinking trucking week, these evil markets gained 1.4%. Ed does not know beans about many things yet acts like he is all mighty GOD on the Earth, telling me the markets are heading down, and all they do is forever each and every week, keep moving UP AND UP AND UP!!!!! Now let me move back onto the new point, with my starting after first telling y'all that the 34 and a half club of total Jag-Officers here at work that ain’t in the military services, are now starting an early arrival, in fact it is 3:47 in the ante’ meridian, and for 2 weeks now, they need to be renamed to the ASB-2-1/2 to 4 CLUB, as they all have moved up their times by roughly a half hour, still loud and annoying pains in the fun shaker, or for short, the trash of the trash, but the ASB can stand for the Annoying Scum Bags. Also, lots of dirt balls on motor bikes were out everywhere, yesterday, Friday, February, wow, maybe it’s freaking July and my calendar is off. The simple reason this world has gone literally to Dogtown [HELL] in a hand basket, is the WOMO, or the WORLD OWNER MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES. Basically put, they own and control it all, especially Hollywood and the ENTERTAINMENT WORLD, and this entire garbage hellogram all around me and everywhere, is there as a result of this entertainment world control and domination over the masses of totally ignorant blind and susceptible people of the mortal world human race. Bearded Bob next door, who no more wears a beard by the way than I do or President Bush does in this part of hyperspace anyway, but he loves to say to me and you can read all about this in many previous blogging entries, that “NOBODYS LISTENING, NOBODY IS READING YOUR BLOGS”. Well, I do not agree BB for 2 minimum reasons as follows: First is Jason Cali, and secondly, is Existence Without Interaction, or EWI from a Prior Blogging Text [PBT], and Friday’s New York City newspapers, forget now whether it was the Post or the Daily News, but one of them, well, read it through, you’ll see what I am talking about. The odds of these things being a coincidence, I would put it to any statistician or professor or doctorate holding degreed statistical mathematician, to be an expert witness for me any time in any court of law and disagree with my call that the numbers would exceed one million to one that this is random coincidence, NO SOMEBODY OUT THERE IS READING WHAT I AM SAYING BB, DON’T HAND ME ANY OF YOUR MORSE TAP BUBBY. Even rhymed, the stench in my mind is vivid, and that is what your words to me from last year are and were, MORSE TAP, Yuk!!! How I wish I could legitimately have the famous Beaver Cleaver diary, “Went to school, ate lunch, pet cat, came home and did homework, went to bed”. This is not my reality bwaby-wuv. It is now 3:25 and they have hit me with a cramping attack, so I must now pop some Metamucil tablets that I bring to work with me, the dirt holes. Now it is a few mini-periods past 4 in the moor and I am feeling better with the mets in me, no, not the ball players from NYNY, Frankie slob.
I do not expect anyone to be able to follow along with my trains of thought, but just read and let your mind translate it to you in its own way, as this is all I ask. If you read and think simultaneously, THIS DUDE’S A SPACE CADET, then why read the blog, read Mo Tillie’s “How to make turtle sauce” or Jimmie June’s “mechanic stories”, really, I’d rather you would if you’re gonna read my words closed mindedly. Nothing just happens. The stories that I could tell to the world right now that would be hungry to hear them, would blow everybody from Heredahellda and back. Guys; let’s talk our real favorite subject, and no 5th dimensional Marilyn Macoo, not sports. Women will always be guy’s number one topic of conversation with sports a close second, as long as red blood courses through their veins. Now for example, and in much younger days, let us say 1978 through 2000 for example, I can look back in 20/10 hindsight, and see that every time an encounter with any woman occurred, it was not chance and was totally planned by, well, I do not know this enough to swear to it in court, so leave it there for now, OK Mr. King? Anyhow John, and other Johns, and let me be more polite now, but every time a female entity would pop up around me that either was definitely interested in furthering some kind of human relationship with me be it for the minute or hour or short term, or for life, as we will get into later, as I refer to these 3 interim's as TS, TI, and TL, with the [T] standing for target, as let’s face it, as men see women for the most part as sex symbols, women cannot talk, they see guys as lifers/sugar daddy’s, and this includes almost all of the women except for the very career minded percentage that would tell me to my face to go to Dogtown for saying such a thing, but it is truth in high percentages, whether they like it or not. The other right initial following the T for TARGET, stands for Short, Intermediate, and Life or [marriage]. Women for the most part are looking to take a man to be with her for life as an ultimate goal, even though most now from teens through 20’s, want to play-only for the first 10 years of their romantic lives. But then they unlike the male counterpart of the human species begin at 30 or so to hear a loud tick-tock sound, and it bothers them. All of Hollywood and all of the wealthy and famous people and their ability to financially afford literally hundreds of varying medical procedures cannot really alter or stop the reality of how long that have remained alive on this spinning ball of puke called the Earth, and the effects that time has on us in our cellular reality. People can play games all that they wish to, the point is that every 24 hours lived on this green/brown Earth; we are now a day older, like it or jump off a bridge. But both men and women by 40 years, realize that in two areas of life’s most important parameters, romance and financial status, basically we have only to look forward to about what we have been able to achieve at maximum, and at less than a very optimistic view, a decline of this on a near horizon. I am no different than anyone, other than the fact that I have a major spiritual problem as the churches of the world would say to me. I do have an enemy, and this dirt bag enemy in church lingo’s and translations is THE DEVIL, AND OR SATAN, no two/tow ways about it, Miss Chillie. So how do these points all merge and cross into each other? First, the world is changing at a speed unlike anything ever in mans present world’s recorded history. If past civs existed and vanished into dust as the History Channel says, then most likely, we as a race on this planet are de-evolving, meaning becoming less towards reaching spiritual enlightenment and truth as a combined physical race, each time before a civilization terminates. I do not want to get into any one point too big, as the point I am attempting to convey is bigger than any part of the stories that I’ve now just started opening up. Let me now return to the part of when I was younger and either with my pal David Roth or by my self, and women would aggressively start trying to do their feminine normal thing when they saw an eligible young male. Nothing could be more normal. My life, even though I am 100% straight, and love women physically, is so far from normal and average, that it could be used in a dictionary to describe the meaning of the word far. No one alive in 2 Kate, ever could fathom what my total life is all about or what it has been like living in it. Most reading this I know are thinking to themselves, you got it bud and I don’t wanna know either, cakes. Hay friend, I do not blame your grass at all; you just are expressing a normal healthy attitude. I know if you were me and I were you, this would be my thoughts indeed if I was reading a whack job blog like this. Hay, I am a person, I know how what I say sounds to the ordinary mortal person. I am not in the MC, nor am I MC as you now must say in this PC world where the [R] word ain’t accepted. Getting back to my younger days, I began noticing that even though I got lots of action, it was tripled during my sieges, especially in the sky, and for a number of years this is not happening, and I guess all of you out there must have been thinking, duh, your old now you stupid duosh-wad. I figured this old lately, but no one wants to admit they are getting old and ugly, but life is a bunch of ugly realities, you face them or you live in fantasies and delusions, this is not freaking for me, I do not play games, I do not like games, I need trucking reality, bad or worse, I need to know the real truth of things, this is me, brr. I mean the question surfaces over and over for several years now, during the worst sieges, nothing, no girl action, what is going on? You are an old trucking man ya dumb grass, that is what is going on, and still, I get it, but just a lot less than in my days of younger times, like DUHH!!!!!! But returning to the topic of these younger days, I only wanted to get away from every beautiful queen that came onto me; my only thought was how do I get away from this person? My friend Dave would scream at me, “Mountainpen, you don’t walk away from beauty queens”. I can hear it in my mind as clearly as if it was the late 80’s or early or mid nineties all over again. I always believed that some invisible force was trying to put me together with someone, and I have a tremendous fear of being used and controlled and manipulated, and yet this is exactly what always happens to me anyway, all of my gods forsaken life. Remember, all the things I hate and fear are forever totally attracted into my proximity, and all the things that I desire are forever repelled away from it. Now that I am old and want women before it is too late in my present life for any chance of family or normalcy, they for the first time in 35 years or more, do not want me, as much or even at all anymore. Some would say, hay, you blew it grass hole, very unsympathetically, but you will never understand nor comprehend what my life has always been like that led me to make all of the weird choices and decisions that I’ve indeed made throughout my miserable pathetic life. But remember this blogaud, the world dies if the salvation curse on this family stops, it has to go on exchanging a sin-debt for those choosing to let this family line take the burdens of eternal hell for all of you. I have reason to believe that all of my cousins are queer as the tooth pillows and once I get too old, that’s it, GAME TRUCKING OVER. But do not believe me, just all of you do a Paula Law and Order Weston, and go right ahead and die, see if I care. Gawki Gaukauk, a huge black cat from the astral plane who is a mystics professor at the great Teck Bay Mysteries School where many of Diana Arteemis’s friends attend, this is lightning in the human mortal realm, told me the other day by mortal reference frame, that it is time for me to know that even some of the greatest astral entities come into the mortal realms and live unhappy lives and totally blow it as the 60’s expression would go. One of these is the all mighty SCYLLA GODDESS herself. Powerful families on this Earth know that if I could ever make her remember who she really is here, and bring back even the smallest and remotest memories of her truer and higher reality, the world would change on a dime and not in their favor at all. I know you will not believe what I am going to tell now, and I will not be specific, it would be too dangerous. I jokingly referred in a long distant prior blogging text to an everyday item available at every store, ketchup, and said that if I really liked ketchup, I mean morning and noon and night, thought about eating ketchup and this was primarily all that was on my brain, I would wake up tomorrow morning into a reality where no longer would there be an easy way to ever get ketchup, you would have to risk jail and bankruptcy for it, perhaps physical harm, and I could go on. Do not get nuts on me now, this is just made up as far as ketchup, I won’t tell you what this really is, I am not a sickie looking for blood, so don’t think dumb things, but I am not going to blog it. But if someone out there understood that there is a real way to forever change the stock market and the two sports teams I refer to so much such as a real Philadelphia Phillies fan, and could see that they could get this for me with no problem, just as easily as ketchup, and by doing so, if we shorted the market, we could become billionaires, or bet the Phillies to win, once I can get this “thing”, you do not have clue one the power involved in my words, not clue one, but Bush knows, the fortune 50’s know, Firing ugly old fart Trump knows, they know, and they would have a million ton cow in their pants if I could ever reach some truly enlightened people that would cooperate with me, it would mean an almost instant end to the world as we know it, oppressive, regulated, all in the special interests of the owners and controllers and selfish arrogant manipulators. I am not making offers or telling any details other than saying that my words are all true, and very powerful evil people on this planet, know just how true Madonna blue they in fact are. I know that certain things are totally unknown to this human race. I know that some people out there are always looking to find out secret truths but are extremely skeptical of being conned. This is why I tell you right now, I do not want anyone’s money, I do not want to have sex with anyone, I do not want any illegal thing, but be careful with this new politically correct system, as you could wake up one day very soon, and find that it is now illegal to yawn in a public place, or say the words ‘Mary Pippins’ in a grocery store, don’t laugh, you haven’t got a clue what is happening, or what I know, or what I am looking to get and can’t, and how it could change the planet overnight into unrecognizability. If I was really the nut job that the Trumps want you to think that I am, would I honestly have wasted this much time and energy, meticulously writing all of this blogging material over a 2-3 year period? Just think about it for a minper without a booming stereo in back of you, be quiet and think for just a second. My website has a guest-book. Persons wanting to know things are always invited, but I will turn away from a closed mind with extreme speed, I do not have the patience or the time to be insulted or messed with, no games. Gawki gave me a lottery number that came out in the autumn of 1980, and he told me the other night by human reference frame, that soon I must leave the United States behind forever, or I will be driven totally insane for the rest of my natural life, and be useless to Stacey, myself, or anyone. I will leave Gawki, believe me pal. To put up with this much foolishness, MAKES ME A DAMN FOOL.
Stacey wants me to tell something, but she is going to have to do something for me first. If she wants this so much, then as Moses would say, a little falling manna for the hungry wouldn’t exactly hurt. I will say this much before the manna drops, if it drops. Maybe I made more than 490 stupid moves in my life, but I had more than 490 stupid reasons and fears behind my decisions. If I cannot be forgiven and given one more chance, then maybe I will just stop all this blogging and let you find another entity to work through. You are a hard task master. I am not perfect and you should know that; if anyone knows that. I do not know or care about the stamps that I mentioned; as it is not money that I am interested in. I need more closure than even Gawki gave me, I need to know why me. Why did you do so much for Donna and leave me to rot here? Donna got it all by making that deal and THAT BOY got whirled into a damn twister the size of Utah. WHY!! Stacey, you want man to forgive 490 trespasses, now it is your turn, my teen queen.
As for TRS or Stacey’s Dogtown Vengeance, here is the biggest one: It would not matter to the people in charge of pummeling me to kit, if I had more international exposure tomorrow morning than Brittney, Hannah, Paris, Trump, and Pitt all put together, and told all the secrets I have told as well as all the ones I could tell. These entities that currently are people are above and beyond any of it. This is not a poker bluff, and I know this now. It is beyond futility and being hopefully pointless to waste my time and energy any further on this strategy, as simply put they do not care, but I must tell the world in good conscience why they do not care, since I know, it is duty, total duty to tell this, there is not even remote choice about it. Remember in prior blogging texts I have told you all with authority of certainty, that humans and human governments are not covering up Ufology or any other huge secret along these or even similar lines. Humans cannot keep secrets, the missions in the middle eastern part of this world over decades of time proves this, and so does the fact that the military itself, is the inventor of the expression, SNAFU, or Situation Normal, All Fowled Up, real servicemen are not that polite about the F word, or said better, the [F] letter in SNAFU. Humans could not ever keep astral secrets, not in 4 million gods forsaken years. It is those above these humans and above any of our human organizations, whether they are military or government or religious, that are in total control, the Manipulating Controllers, also known more officially in the circles of “DEATH”, as the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, is totally in charge of WHO GETS TO KNOW WHAT AND WHEN, AND WHO DOES NOT, and can make an entire society blind and convinced that a blogger is just a crazy nut case and not to ever be believed in part let alone in full. They do not care what is transmitted, as they can always totally affect the outcome of what is able to be received. This past sentence is as powerful as the short compressed description of humanity in general, “THEY LIVED, THEY SUFFERED, THEY DIED”. These two/tow sentences MCH, (millionth-council-hackers, are the ALL in the ALL, it gets no more descriptively accurate than this, not EVER!!!!!!!! So my worrying about telling vengeance and retaliation secrets are just a total freaking waste of my energy, and I choose no longer to waste the valuable energy remaining inside my mortal life as Mountainpen, it is of a finite quantity, and I am washing pigs in the liquid soap of pearls. Stacey is very against this type of defiled waste, read her original words, forget my stupid blogs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, I wish to say two/tow/hack things that once would be perhaps considered by me as in the range of TRS, but I say this now not as retaliation, it just needs be said, and right freaking now bwaby-wuv. As you know, I claim to know many astral plane entities and gods, and many mysterious things, I also have told you who I am related to and why this sin debt curse is on this family, backed up with freaking real biblical evidence and a secret Masonic lineage chart as well. This curse makes my life miserable and I want to pass it onto a cousin in the family and do it while alive, as I was told by Gawki that this can be done, but only one man on Earth can do it for me. This same man showed Nancy Reagan how to manipulate huge events as well, including a desert sand storm in the Middle East that basically got her miserable California Governor husband elected to the Presidency. I too know how to do storms, but not total removal of powerful family curses through transfer. All these facts can be checked out, but my aunt Geraldine Snow Mason was a personal good friend of the Shaw of Iran in the nineteen-seventies, and told me something unbelievable that I never shared with even my closest pal David Roth or my own mother, Gerry’s sister in law as her brother Stuart Mason married Geraldine Snow. I am not letting this knowledge out. I will tell you that Reagan knew the huge clock stoppers secret of HOLLYWOODS HYPERTIME. Remember he WAS Hollywood, the guy was part of the ENTERTAINMENT WORLD 4 Crissake!!!!!! Shadowy ‘things’ move all around us too fast to be seen unless you have a professional video system that can display ten thousandths of a second frame after frame. This is one way they stopped me from winning at roulette at Atlantic City after they caught onto my ability to make money this way and break the family curse. Misses ARE knows all of this and more, and QUANTUM CARDDECKS, don’t go here, she and some of her friends invented it, I just stole it through a secret back door, look, I have a videotape of Donna Summer tying her shoe on Pacific Avenue in the summer of 1980, while hubby Brucie keeps right on walking southbound a few blocks past Resorts International, leaving her to run and catch up to him, chivalry died in the 1980’s along thank the gods, with disco. But this does not alter the fact that I built a AV system in 1979 with a few parts of RPL stuff that may have grown legs through a dude named Joey Sivo, and I am able to spy better than the top coves in the world, so puke you. I know more about Nancy R and her friends than even the damn Secret Service does. The day her hubby woke up from this dream, you would say DIED, the air base in Pennsylvania persecuted me to death beyond description, I have it all on video, it all will go up on the website including the time stamp on the video proving it was not the day of the air show, www.morianity-foundation.com, I am referring to the Willow Grove Air Station, that has been Nancy R. {Spell-Spared} on more than one occasion, as she all ready knew this was needed to operate to get at me on the day of Reagan’s wake-up-call. The video along with shoe lace tying Donna from 1980, it all will be eventually in this website’s SREAMING AUDIO/VIDEO system, y'all ain’t heard/seen puke juices yet Jolson!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, Stay-Cee tuned bwaby wuv!
Speaking of Stacey or Cee, and Dee, my lovely DEEDEE was all over me those two/tow days of hell and persecution, THURSDAY AND FRIDAY last. I love you DEEDEE!!!!!!!!
The military is on me worse than I have ever seen in my life, the chem trails began at just past first light, all over me thick and evil, causing me irregular heart rhythm and bowel pains. The United States military and covert government agencies are responsible for my death. Remember, my new readerships, to learn more about my entire attack and problems, I have been on Google’s Blogger dot com for a fairly lengthy time, my current blog there is the title called THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION, and the direct route to this is www.http://drunkenhive.blogspot.com/ Ed says to put the www before the HTML to make this a direct link if you highlight this off another blogging site. I have loud low crash level planes attacking me, a sky filled with poisonous chemtrails, www.chemtrail.com is killing me, and I swear under what used to be the real and good USA, and under the gods and my word, and the great all mighty Goddess Scylla Jehovah, SSJKK, that this is all true, and I just wonder why my rights are being trampled on and not one single soul in authority is willing to lift one fingernail to do their job and assist me in getting this ILLEGAL ACTIVITY STOPPED. Let me spit or litter or jaywalk, and I’ll be freaking sentenced to 30 years behind bars, this is what happens in an evil nation run by SATAN itself, when they declare you covertly a DOMESTIC ENEMY, as they pledge to fight against all who they declare to be an enemy, foreign and domestic, you all know what the politicians must swear to before going into office, I know this is all real. THIS IS ALL A DYING MANS UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION, A LEGAL DOCUMENT. I never did one thing to one person, I have never broken any law, other than minor traffic offenses, and none of these within the past 5 years, I am as clean as a newborn’s bottom and have nothing to hide, go ahead and freaking investigate my stinking grass!!!!!!!!
GOOGLE, SWIS, WORLD LAB, VOID INFINITY ITSELF, THIS IS ALL SWORN UNDER VOLUNTARY OATH, IT IS ACCURATE AND TRUE, TOTALLY AND ENTIRELY, WITH NO ADDITIONS AND NO OMISSIONS.
WHERE ARE YOU DIANA AND STACEY, THESE LOVELY HUMAN BEINGS YOU MADE TOGETHER IN YOUR DREAMS ARE WIPING ME OUT AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT CUBED?????????????
The storms and earthquakes and volcanoes and floods and fires and droughts will tear your evil world apart this year, so try stopping my retaliatory hurricanes, for 3 seasons in a row, ya pricks!!!!!!
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Ed did it to me again, but the last laugh is on the world and all of these ‘gods’-controlled people, as it makes no difference whether I use external keyboards and keypad mouse, or whatever. I have come to be able to overcome these obstacles, and I recognize it all for exactly what they are, roadblocks intentionally placed in my way through either Donna’s MOGOSP, or WHATEVER?????????? I know what is going on, and I will fight until Stacey lets me out of this prison. Read the freaking first inspired words, THE HOLY BIBLE, and a blind and challenged person can indeed see why Moses called Jehovah such a hard task master, she really is, but I love her. If I ask Ed anything, the gods instantly get into him and mess with his mood and this makes me not want to ever ask anything, but if I don’t ask, then most of the time, sure enough, he doesn’t give me all of the stuff in his pouch so that I can properly and more easily work this stupid laptop and do my document here on the job post. It is a totally lose-lose-lose-forever situation, and there ain’t no doing a thing to change a hill of beans, Diana. Yesterday, the chemtrail attack, indeed grew far worse, and was major, the sky attack on Thursday and Friday was off the freaking scales, and this is why our kids all have ADD, ADHD, mood swings, uncontrolled anger and paranoia and anxiety attacks, and all the many other psychological disorders and conditions that once were considered to be very rare, as well as the adults living in these post chemtrail days, more frequently are engaging in road rage, sports rage, work and scholar rage, and all of us are become the victims of numerous breathing disorders and immune systems attacks and weaker immune systems and new flu’s and illnesses are all over everywhere prevailing over the human race. Just Google up CHEMTRAILS, I do not make this claim, Google it the truck up, don’t believe me. Also yesterday, you can see that my word document was hacked to hell and back, I am not making these weird typos and screw ups, Ed can holler all he wants to that I am, Ann is there and witnesses that I am not, and I refuse to argue and put up the pressure of my blood over silly junk like this, I will just blog-report it over and over again. In calm moods, Ed admits that WORD programs are constantly hacked by hackers, I do not care how many or how great his damn fire walls are. Even he calls this {MICROSUCKS} when he is in the right mood. I do not have to understand how things are done to recognize that indeed they are being done. When 53 and one eighth years of this happens, you cannot be imagining it all, as this would be against all odds. Ed calls me DOC because I do not remember things and I am under pressure and stress that he could not begin to ever really grasp. This is sort of a code-nickname, but first thing tomorrow morning when I leave here and get to his pad with his newspapers and this machine, I am walking in and saying to him, “Morning DOC”. Let us now review the early part of the prior document or CB #27, the start of paragraph #2. It should be reading in sentence #2, “With all of the entire cosmos”, not ‘cosmic’. A short second later, it should have said, “35 black playing chips valued at $100 each, and randomly place”, not [a] randomly place, I do not write stupidly, it is this stupid lap top of Eddie’s that constantly updates programs and does things, and I have seen it happen. When these things happen, it stops the type and omits letters being typed or even occasionally alters what you type, it is real and he calls me basically a liar, yet when I politely disagree with him on things, he raises his voice and says he does not like it when I call him a liar, and I am not even doing this, he is taking it that way, and how someone takes what you say when you are not trying to say something nasty, is their business and their problem, and shouldn’t be mine, only it always is mine, I am always the prick and the bad guy, not just here and now, I am speaking of my entire freaking miserable damn life!!!!!! Now onto the next, “yesterday’s hack or PBHE”: About 2/3rds the way into paragraph two, the words, in capital letters, “ALL GAMES” has a comma after this and then it should read, “an ALL-GAMES-TOTAL-SPIN, only the hackers freaking scrambled up the word games into GASME, like their famous sue/use, two/tow, and so forth. Later in this prior Friday’s blog, did you get their pathetic whittle HACK JOKE, with the “TEAR 2000”, when I of course typed in the YEAR 2000?? Remember the James Patterson dark glasses rip off in the LIFEGUARD BOOK? Another PBHE from about two blogs back if memory is serving me at all, I typed in a STACEY LATTISAU JACK HACK ATTACK, not a {JACH HACK}. But shall we move on again just with correcting the last blog. Before I do go on, the POINT/COUNTER-POINT WITH MYSELF AND MISTER HIMACANE; he thinks I should correct the blogs and that is that, but I say, “Why not show the world what these crumb pooches are doing to me”, and then amend and correct as I am doing currently? What do I have to hide, I am doing nothing wrong, and it is they who are violating MY CIVIL TRUCKING RIGHTS AND LIBERTIES, not the other way around. It is not my VIVAL RIGHTS, another PBHE, [prior blogging hack or error] from several blogs back, that I was mentioning, but my civil ones bwaby-wuv Elmer Fudd silwee wabbit, whaaaa. Then a few more sentences later, I said “any”, not any. Yes, I said any 50/50, not any 50/50. Moving onward still, at the end part of the 3rd paragraph, it should have read as I know darn well that I indeed typed, “These filth-turds 5:3”, not THESE FIL5TH-TURDS 5:3. How the number [5] got in there micro hack is not within my scope of knowledge, but then neither are the mechanical details of how my internal combustion engine works, or my brakes work, on my automobile. But this does not nor will it ever prevent me from driving my automobile, as long as I know how to properly operate the accelerator and brake petals, and know if and when mechanical service is needed. Moving onto the 4th paragraph now, look at the sentence where I mention the perfect storm as it came to be known especially to the New England fishermen after so many lost their loves to the great mighty Atlantic Ocean, and as previously mentioned, they just had to get their licks and digs in with turning the word year into tear, and then right after this, comes the comma and the continuing sentence that I know I typed in as,”After just more than 30 years. It comes out instead, mo0re, with the [0] in the word more where it did not belong, and then right now while attempting to describe this hack, comes a new one right now. A red wavy spell checker line hits me at the place on the previous sentence between the comma and the start of the open-parentheses, so I move the two with a space, and it goes away, only to come on again, so I right-click and hit the rectangular correction that puts it back the way I had correctly had it ,originally, and then the red line goes away again, and this time, for good, oh but this is not hacking, tell that to a very famous African-American female attorney who was a friend of my pal the late David Charles Roth, and a staunch Libertarian as this party is vehemently against secret covert government agencies such as the NSA and the CIA, as they harm its own citizens and mostly for no legal or moral good purposes, just all part of lots of diseased and sick twisted demonic abhorrent behavior. She had written a short note to David, using WORD, and describes this constant annoying cove-agency micro-stinks hacking!!!!!!!!!! I went onto say in the last hack being discussed here, and first, as I type, a small death angel attack just came on my right side at just past half past one in the moanin’, but in continuance again, this gives me the opportunity to amend a MIND-HACK, as I was saying something about SARAH, and omitted the last important part of what I was trying to convey, as I was the target of a MOGOSP DELETE KEY, 6th dimensionally. Anyway Sarah, you know very well that you really liked me, and on this day that admitantly I confused with the day of the PERFECT STORM, as there was a lovely lightning storm instantly followed by a clearing and very large ocean wave swells and every surfer within miles of the shore must have an internet surfer alert, as within an hour, literally hundreds of surfers literally littered the waters with their presence. The entire thing was all an incredible site to behold and witness, and I had so much thrill just standing on the beach with my beautiful Diana flashing all around me and grounding into Stacey, telling her so many things, the ultimate high speed Comcast at work. She strikes into the oceans of this world 60-80 times on average each and every single second, and downloads all that she has seen and witnessed, to the Great All Mighty SCYLLA-JUPITER, or SSJKK, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH [JUPITER] KARGE KRASSLE. My point is that as we both were awaiting the red traffic light to turn to green so that we could go on about our business, as Sarah was leaving the water company and I had just pulled out of the Resorts International Parking Garage where I had parked to go to the beach, and while we sat waiting, I knew it was her and looked at her in her white Lincoln Continental, she was in the passengers seat. She stared at me right back, not knowing for sure who I was, and gave me another one of her so famous SARAH-SMILES. Then moving to the 4th from the final paragraph, in the last sentence, or second sentence as it is a two sentence paragraph, I am talking about evil entities and their deserved Dogtown punishments. I know that I typed in the words, “and Dogtown are one and the same thing for you, so enjoy your short little dream” only it came out “LITTLIE” dream. Well, perhaps Litt is high and even lies, along with his friend who lied and promised to make a hit out of Sarah, the HARNER VERSION, the heater-Geater, and even lots of big country names said they were going to push Sarah’s country version and never did, unless the great Paul Pedersen is lying as well, not a great shock value thing if true, but the LITT LIE or the GEATER LIE, or whatever, still just ain’t how I spelled this, it was another PBHE, I know I typed in the word LITTLE, and then right after the word LITTLE, comes another hack job Stacey-L. I said, “Here in the physicality of, not 9o0f, never would nor did I type in the other two/tow characters of [9] or [0]. It is all totally beyond absurd and extremely freaking annoying, and these scum bags know it and LOVE IT!!!!!! This pretty much completes the prior web-logging corrections and amendments. No, I do not go over all blogs word by word and effect total repairs as I did here, but I wish to make the point that I think and speak totally clearly, and type in perfectly, and am not doing any of this. As I type, my second small but distinct death angel just struck on my left side at precisely half an hour after the first one on the right side, first at half past one AM, then at 2 AM. Above me a short ways, a green wavy line is under the {I}, and I checked it and it wants me to change this I to the word ME, that sure would make lots of sense, let’s see, it would read like this if micro-sucks had its way, NEVER WOULD NOR DID ME TYPE IN THE OTHER, yeah, that sounds Yale and Harvard English educated, don’t it brr???????
Well, last trucking rock chucking runt slapping and bunt tapping week was pure ultimate epitomized DOGTOWN, MW word is HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was a horrendous week, every stinking rotten day, and their dirt ball stock market, just as I said it would, TOOK THE TRUCK OFF, AND FLEW LIKE A DAMN HUMMING BIRD. UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, just keep pouring it on against poor whittle pathetic innocent victim MOUNTAINPEN, BWABY WUV!!!!!!!!!!!!! Continually persecute and harass poor me into the ground and wreck my life totally and absolutely and full and wholly and completely, and this scum ball DOW JONES has but one direction 2 travel baby-cakes, and that is UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP AND UP!!!!!! This has been going freaking on now with me for nearly 22 years, since the spring and scummer time of 1986, the freaking AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, [ACLU] obviously along with the great and mighty Google, do not give one rats grass about helping a victim out of an unspeakable and unconscionable nightfreakingmare that will not ever end!!!!! The reason along with all the persecution that I received, that the Dow Jones flew last week, is because I had to work around my residence with Ann Silva, like a damn dog, and many a dog lives better than this dog does, and that is a fact. Property damage and sky persecution, and all the other terrible constant trucking harassment's that I am forced to endure, is making this evil market rise forever, and endlessly will, until I screw up my wussed out courage, and use my passport and just walk out of this evil empire. My more immediate plan is simpler and safer however, and that is that I will be blogging starting next week, onto a fourth and new blogging site, after I choose the one I feel most suited to my situation, as I have Googled up the NEAR-DEATH-EXPERIENCE stuff, and there are lots of sites to choose from. Ultimately, it is my desperate hope that some person with clout or even better some institute takes an interest in studying me and my horrific dilemma. I will come back to this in a minper or so, I just got the market report on Philadelphia’s famous amplitude modulation {AM} radio station KYW, at 1,060,000 cycles per second frequency, or at 1,060 kilocycles, and the Dow flew up Monday through Wednesday while I was miserable working like a dog, and taking Ann to the prison where her daughter Dawn is soon to transfer out of and into a program in Seacaucus, NJUSAESMWG, and it was a totally wasted trip, the warden would not let Dawn keep the coat her mother was previously told to bring to her, and I could go on and on with Atlantic County and their totally screwed up system so just do not even get me freaking started, but Thursday it dropped and they persecuted me to get it back up, and again Friday it dropped, but a second day of major sky persecution brought their fixed ICPE JESSICA MARKETS that were down almost 100 at one point during Friday, back up 70 points, to only close down about 28 points on the cheated freaking day, and for the cheated stinking trucking week, these evil markets gained 1.4%. Ed does not know beans about many things yet acts like he is all mighty GOD on the Earth, telling me the markets are heading down, and all they do is forever each and every week, keep moving UP AND UP AND UP!!!!! Now let me move back onto the new point, with my starting after first telling y'all that the 34 and a half club of total Jag-Officers here at work that ain’t in the military services, are now starting an early arrival, in fact it is 3:47 in the ante’ meridian, and for 2 weeks now, they need to be renamed to the ASB-2-1/2 to 4 CLUB, as they all have moved up their times by roughly a half hour, still loud and annoying pains in the fun shaker, or for short, the trash of the trash, but the ASB can stand for the Annoying Scum Bags. Also, lots of dirt balls on motor bikes were out everywhere, yesterday, Friday, February, wow, maybe it’s freaking July and my calendar is off. The simple reason this world has gone literally to Dogtown [HELL] in a hand basket, is the WOMO, or the WORLD OWNER MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES. Basically put, they own and control it all, especially Hollywood and the ENTERTAINMENT WORLD, and this entire garbage hellogram all around me and everywhere, is there as a result of this entertainment world control and domination over the masses of totally ignorant blind and susceptible people of the mortal world human race. Bearded Bob next door, who no more wears a beard by the way than I do or President Bush does in this part of hyperspace anyway, but he loves to say to me and you can read all about this in many previous blogging entries, that “NOBODYS LISTENING, NOBODY IS READING YOUR BLOGS”. Well, I do not agree BB for 2 minimum reasons as follows: First is Jason Cali, and secondly, is Existence Without Interaction, or EWI from a Prior Blogging Text [PBT], and Friday’s New York City newspapers, forget now whether it was the Post or the Daily News, but one of them, well, read it through, you’ll see what I am talking about. The odds of these things being a coincidence, I would put it to any statistician or professor or doctorate holding degreed statistical mathematician, to be an expert witness for me any time in any court of law and disagree with my call that the numbers would exceed one million to one that this is random coincidence, NO SOMEBODY OUT THERE IS READING WHAT I AM SAYING BB, DON’T HAND ME ANY OF YOUR MORSE TAP BUBBY. Even rhymed, the stench in my mind is vivid, and that is what your words to me from last year are and were, MORSE TAP, Yuk!!! How I wish I could legitimately have the famous Beaver Cleaver diary, “Went to school, ate lunch, pet cat, came home and did homework, went to bed”. This is not my reality bwaby-wuv. It is now 3:25 and they have hit me with a cramping attack, so I must now pop some Metamucil tablets that I bring to work with me, the dirt holes. Now it is a few mini-periods past 4 in the moor and I am feeling better with the mets in me, no, not the ball players from NYNY, Frankie slob.
I do not expect anyone to be able to follow along with my trains of thought, but just read and let your mind translate it to you in its own way, as this is all I ask. If you read and think simultaneously, THIS DUDE’S A SPACE CADET, then why read the blog, read Mo Tillie’s “How to make turtle sauce” or Jimmie June’s “mechanic stories”, really, I’d rather you would if you’re gonna read my words closed mindedly. Nothing just happens. The stories that I could tell to the world right now that would be hungry to hear them, would blow everybody from Heredahellda and back. Guys; let’s talk our real favorite subject, and no 5th dimensional Marilyn Macoo, not sports. Women will always be guy’s number one topic of conversation with sports a close second, as long as red blood courses through their veins. Now for example, and in much younger days, let us say 1978 through 2000 for example, I can look back in 20/10 hindsight, and see that every time an encounter with any woman occurred, it was not chance and was totally planned by, well, I do not know this enough to swear to it in court, so leave it there for now, OK Mr. King? Anyhow John, and other Johns, and let me be more polite now, but every time a female entity would pop up around me that either was definitely interested in furthering some kind of human relationship with me be it for the minute or hour or short term, or for life, as we will get into later, as I refer to these 3 interim's as TS, TI, and TL, with the [T] standing for target, as let’s face it, as men see women for the most part as sex symbols, women cannot talk, they see guys as lifers/sugar daddy’s, and this includes almost all of the women except for the very career minded percentage that would tell me to my face to go to Dogtown for saying such a thing, but it is truth in high percentages, whether they like it or not. The other right initial following the T for TARGET, stands for Short, Intermediate, and Life or [marriage]. Women for the most part are looking to take a man to be with her for life as an ultimate goal, even though most now from teens through 20’s, want to play-only for the first 10 years of their romantic lives. But then they unlike the male counterpart of the human species begin at 30 or so to hear a loud tick-tock sound, and it bothers them. All of Hollywood and all of the wealthy and famous people and their ability to financially afford literally hundreds of varying medical procedures cannot really alter or stop the reality of how long that have remained alive on this spinning ball of puke called the Earth, and the effects that time has on us in our cellular reality. People can play games all that they wish to, the point is that every 24 hours lived on this green/brown Earth; we are now a day older, like it or jump off a bridge. But both men and women by 40 years, realize that in two areas of life’s most important parameters, romance and financial status, basically we have only to look forward to about what we have been able to achieve at maximum, and at less than a very optimistic view, a decline of this on a near horizon. I am no different than anyone, other than the fact that I have a major spiritual problem as the churches of the world would say to me. I do have an enemy, and this dirt bag enemy in church lingo’s and translations is THE DEVIL, AND OR SATAN, no two/tow ways about it, Miss Chillie. So how do these points all merge and cross into each other? First, the world is changing at a speed unlike anything ever in mans present world’s recorded history. If past civs existed and vanished into dust as the History Channel says, then most likely, we as a race on this planet are de-evolving, meaning becoming less towards reaching spiritual enlightenment and truth as a combined physical race, each time before a civilization terminates. I do not want to get into any one point too big, as the point I am attempting to convey is bigger than any part of the stories that I’ve now just started opening up. Let me now return to the part of when I was younger and either with my pal David Roth or by my self, and women would aggressively start trying to do their feminine normal thing when they saw an eligible young male. Nothing could be more normal. My life, even though I am 100% straight, and love women physically, is so far from normal and average, that it could be used in a dictionary to describe the meaning of the word far. No one alive in 2 Kate, ever could fathom what my total life is all about or what it has been like living in it. Most reading this I know are thinking to themselves, you got it bud and I don’t wanna know either, cakes. Hay friend, I do not blame your grass at all; you just are expressing a normal healthy attitude. I know if you were me and I were you, this would be my thoughts indeed if I was reading a whack job blog like this. Hay, I am a person, I know how what I say sounds to the ordinary mortal person. I am not in the MC, nor am I MC as you now must say in this PC world where the [R] word ain’t accepted. Getting back to my younger days, I began noticing that even though I got lots of action, it was tripled during my sieges, especially in the sky, and for a number of years this is not happening, and I guess all of you out there must have been thinking, duh, your old now you stupid duosh-wad. I figured this old lately, but no one wants to admit they are getting old and ugly, but life is a bunch of ugly realities, you face them or you live in fantasies and delusions, this is not freaking for me, I do not play games, I do not like games, I need trucking reality, bad or worse, I need to know the real truth of things, this is me, brr. I mean the question surfaces over and over for several years now, during the worst sieges, nothing, no girl action, what is going on? You are an old trucking man ya dumb grass, that is what is going on, and still, I get it, but just a lot less than in my days of younger times, like DUHH!!!!!! But returning to the topic of these younger days, I only wanted to get away from every beautiful queen that came onto me; my only thought was how do I get away from this person? My friend Dave would scream at me, “Mountainpen, you don’t walk away from beauty queens”. I can hear it in my mind as clearly as if it was the late 80’s or early or mid nineties all over again. I always believed that some invisible force was trying to put me together with someone, and I have a tremendous fear of being used and controlled and manipulated, and yet this is exactly what always happens to me anyway, all of my gods forsaken life. Remember, all the things I hate and fear are forever totally attracted into my proximity, and all the things that I desire are forever repelled away from it. Now that I am old and want women before it is too late in my present life for any chance of family or normalcy, they for the first time in 35 years or more, do not want me, as much or even at all anymore. Some would say, hay, you blew it grass hole, very unsympathetically, but you will never understand nor comprehend what my life has always been like that led me to make all of the weird choices and decisions that I’ve indeed made throughout my miserable pathetic life. But remember this blogaud, the world dies if the salvation curse on this family stops, it has to go on exchanging a sin-debt for those choosing to let this family line take the burdens of eternal hell for all of you. I have reason to believe that all of my cousins are queer as the tooth pillows and once I get too old, that’s it, GAME TRUCKING OVER. But do not believe me, just all of you do a Paula Law and Order Weston, and go right ahead and die, see if I care. Gawki Gaukauk, a huge black cat from the astral plane who is a mystics professor at the great Teck Bay Mysteries School where many of Diana Arteemis’s friends attend, this is lightning in the human mortal realm, told me the other day by mortal reference frame, that it is time for me to know that even some of the greatest astral entities come into the mortal realms and live unhappy lives and totally blow it as the 60’s expression would go. One of these is the all mighty SCYLLA GODDESS herself. Powerful families on this Earth know that if I could ever make her remember who she really is here, and bring back even the smallest and remotest memories of her truer and higher reality, the world would change on a dime and not in their favor at all. I know you will not believe what I am going to tell now, and I will not be specific, it would be too dangerous. I jokingly referred in a long distant prior blogging text to an everyday item available at every store, ketchup, and said that if I really liked ketchup, I mean morning and noon and night, thought about eating ketchup and this was primarily all that was on my brain, I would wake up tomorrow morning into a reality where no longer would there be an easy way to ever get ketchup, you would have to risk jail and bankruptcy for it, perhaps physical harm, and I could go on. Do not get nuts on me now, this is just made up as far as ketchup, I won’t tell you what this really is, I am not a sickie looking for blood, so don’t think dumb things, but I am not going to blog it. But if someone out there understood that there is a real way to forever change the stock market and the two sports teams I refer to so much such as a real Philadelphia Phillies fan, and could see that they could get this for me with no problem, just as easily as ketchup, and by doing so, if we shorted the market, we could become billionaires, or bet the Phillies to win, once I can get this “thing”, you do not have clue one the power involved in my words, not clue one, but Bush knows, the fortune 50’s know, Firing ugly old fart Trump knows, they know, and they would have a million ton cow in their pants if I could ever reach some truly enlightened people that would cooperate with me, it would mean an almost instant end to the world as we know it, oppressive, regulated, all in the special interests of the owners and controllers and selfish arrogant manipulators. I am not making offers or telling any details other than saying that my words are all true, and very powerful evil people on this planet, know just how true Madonna blue they in fact are. I know that certain things are totally unknown to this human race. I know that some people out there are always looking to find out secret truths but are extremely skeptical of being conned. This is why I tell you right now, I do not want anyone’s money, I do not want to have sex with anyone, I do not want any illegal thing, but be careful with this new politically correct system, as you could wake up one day very soon, and find that it is now illegal to yawn in a public place, or say the words ‘Mary Pippins’ in a grocery store, don’t laugh, you haven’t got a clue what is happening, or what I know, or what I am looking to get and can’t, and how it could change the planet overnight into unrecognizability. If I was really the nut job that the Trumps want you to think that I am, would I honestly have wasted this much time and energy, meticulously writing all of this blogging material over a 2-3 year period? Just think about it for a minper without a booming stereo in back of you, be quiet and think for just a second. My website has a guest-book. Persons wanting to know things are always invited, but I will turn away from a closed mind with extreme speed, I do not have the patience or the time to be insulted or messed with, no games. Gawki gave me a lottery number that came out in the autumn of 1980, and he told me the other night by human reference frame, that soon I must leave the United States behind forever, or I will be driven totally insane for the rest of my natural life, and be useless to Stacey, myself, or anyone. I will leave Gawki, believe me pal. To put up with this much foolishness, MAKES ME A DAMN FOOL.
Stacey wants me to tell something, but she is going to have to do something for me first. If she wants this so much, then as Moses would say, a little falling manna for the hungry wouldn’t exactly hurt. I will say this much before the manna drops, if it drops. Maybe I made more than 490 stupid moves in my life, but I had more than 490 stupid reasons and fears behind my decisions. If I cannot be forgiven and given one more chance, then maybe I will just stop all this blogging and let you find another entity to work through. You are a hard task master. I am not perfect and you should know that; if anyone knows that. I do not know or care about the stamps that I mentioned; as it is not money that I am interested in. I need more closure than even Gawki gave me, I need to know why me. Why did you do so much for Donna and leave me to rot here? Donna got it all by making that deal and THAT BOY got whirled into a damn twister the size of Utah. WHY!! Stacey, you want man to forgive 490 trespasses, now it is your turn, my teen queen.
As for TRS or Stacey’s Dogtown Vengeance, here is the biggest one: It would not matter to the people in charge of pummeling me to kit, if I had more international exposure tomorrow morning than Brittney, Hannah, Paris, Trump, and Pitt all put together, and told all the secrets I have told as well as all the ones I could tell. These entities that currently are people are above and beyond any of it. This is not a poker bluff, and I know this now. It is beyond futility and being hopefully pointless to waste my time and energy any further on this strategy, as simply put they do not care, but I must tell the world in good conscience why they do not care, since I know, it is duty, total duty to tell this, there is not even remote choice about it. Remember in prior blogging texts I have told you all with authority of certainty, that humans and human governments are not covering up Ufology or any other huge secret along these or even similar lines. Humans cannot keep secrets, the missions in the middle eastern part of this world over decades of time proves this, and so does the fact that the military itself, is the inventor of the expression, SNAFU, or Situation Normal, All Fowled Up, real servicemen are not that polite about the F word, or said better, the [F] letter in SNAFU. Humans could not ever keep astral secrets, not in 4 million gods forsaken years. It is those above these humans and above any of our human organizations, whether they are military or government or religious, that are in total control, the Manipulating Controllers, also known more officially in the circles of “DEATH”, as the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, is totally in charge of WHO GETS TO KNOW WHAT AND WHEN, AND WHO DOES NOT, and can make an entire society blind and convinced that a blogger is just a crazy nut case and not to ever be believed in part let alone in full. They do not care what is transmitted, as they can always totally affect the outcome of what is able to be received. This past sentence is as powerful as the short compressed description of humanity in general, “THEY LIVED, THEY SUFFERED, THEY DIED”. These two/tow sentences MCH, (millionth-council-hackers, are the ALL in the ALL, it gets no more descriptively accurate than this, not EVER!!!!!!!! So my worrying about telling vengeance and retaliation secrets are just a total freaking waste of my energy, and I choose no longer to waste the valuable energy remaining inside my mortal life as Mountainpen, it is of a finite quantity, and I am washing pigs in the liquid soap of pearls. Stacey is very against this type of defiled waste, read her original words, forget my stupid blogs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, I wish to say two/tow/hack things that once would be perhaps considered by me as in the range of TRS, but I say this now not as retaliation, it just needs be said, and right freaking now bwaby-wuv. As you know, I claim to know many astral plane entities and gods, and many mysterious things, I also have told you who I am related to and why this sin debt curse is on this family, backed up with freaking real biblical evidence and a secret Masonic lineage chart as well. This curse makes my life miserable and I want to pass it onto a cousin in the family and do it while alive, as I was told by Gawki that this can be done, but only one man on Earth can do it for me. This same man showed Nancy Reagan how to manipulate huge events as well, including a desert sand storm in the Middle East that basically got her miserable California Governor husband elected to the Presidency. I too know how to do storms, but not total removal of powerful family curses through transfer. All these facts can be checked out, but my aunt Geraldine Snow Mason was a personal good friend of the Shaw of Iran in the nineteen-seventies, and told me something unbelievable that I never shared with even my closest pal David Roth or my own mother, Gerry’s sister in law as her brother Stuart Mason married Geraldine Snow. I am not letting this knowledge out. I will tell you that Reagan knew the huge clock stoppers secret of HOLLYWOODS HYPERTIME. Remember he WAS Hollywood, the guy was part of the ENTERTAINMENT WORLD 4 Crissake!!!!!! Shadowy ‘things’ move all around us too fast to be seen unless you have a professional video system that can display ten thousandths of a second frame after frame. This is one way they stopped me from winning at roulette at Atlantic City after they caught onto my ability to make money this way and break the family curse. Misses ARE knows all of this and more, and QUANTUM CARDDECKS, don’t go here, she and some of her friends invented it, I just stole it through a secret back door, look, I have a videotape of Donna Summer tying her shoe on Pacific Avenue in the summer of 1980, while hubby Brucie keeps right on walking southbound a few blocks past Resorts International, leaving her to run and catch up to him, chivalry died in the 1980’s along thank the gods, with disco. But this does not alter the fact that I built a AV system in 1979 with a few parts of RPL stuff that may have grown legs through a dude named Joey Sivo, and I am able to spy better than the top coves in the world, so puke you. I know more about Nancy R and her friends than even the damn Secret Service does. The day her hubby woke up from this dream, you would say DIED, the air base in Pennsylvania persecuted me to death beyond description, I have it all on video, it all will go up on the website including the time stamp on the video proving it was not the day of the air show, www.morianity-foundation.com, I am referring to the Willow Grove Air Station, that has been Nancy R. {Spell-Spared} on more than one occasion, as she all ready knew this was needed to operate to get at me on the day of Reagan’s wake-up-call. The video along with shoe lace tying Donna from 1980, it all will be eventually in this website’s SREAMING AUDIO/VIDEO system, y'all ain’t heard/seen puke juices yet Jolson!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, Stay-Cee tuned bwaby wuv!
Speaking of Stacey or Cee, and Dee, my lovely DEEDEE was all over me those two/tow days of hell and persecution, THURSDAY AND FRIDAY last. I love you DEEDEE!!!!!!!!
The military is on me worse than I have ever seen in my life, the chem trails began at just past first light, all over me thick and evil, causing me irregular heart rhythm and bowel pains. The United States military and covert government agencies are responsible for my death. Remember, my new readerships, to learn more about my entire attack and problems, I have been on Google’s Blogger dot com for a fairly lengthy time, my current blog there is the title called THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION, and the direct route to this is www.http://drunkenhive.blogspot.com/ Ed says to put the www before the HTML to make this a direct link if you highlight this off another blogging site. I have loud low crash level planes attacking me, a sky filled with poisonous chemtrails, www.chemtrail.com is killing me, and I swear under what used to be the real and good USA, and under the gods and my word, and the great all mighty Goddess Scylla Jehovah, SSJKK, that this is all true, and I just wonder why my rights are being trampled on and not one single soul in authority is willing to lift one fingernail to do their job and assist me in getting this ILLEGAL ACTIVITY STOPPED. Let me spit or litter or jaywalk, and I’ll be freaking sentenced to 30 years behind bars, this is what happens in an evil nation run by SATAN itself, when they declare you covertly a DOMESTIC ENEMY, as they pledge to fight against all who they declare to be an enemy, foreign and domestic, you all know what the politicians must swear to before going into office, I know this is all real. THIS IS ALL A DYING MANS UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION, A LEGAL DOCUMENT. I never did one thing to one person, I have never broken any law, other than minor traffic offenses, and none of these within the past 5 years, I am as clean as a newborn’s bottom and have nothing to hide, go ahead and freaking investigate my stinking grass!!!!!!!!
GOOGLE, SWIS, WORLD LAB, VOID INFINITY ITSELF, THIS IS ALL SWORN UNDER VOLUNTARY OATH, IT IS ACCURATE AND TRUE, TOTALLY AND ENTIRELY, WITH NO ADDITIONS AND NO OMISSIONS.
WHERE ARE YOU DIANA AND STACEY, THESE LOVELY HUMAN BEINGS YOU MADE TOGETHER IN YOUR DREAMS ARE WIPING ME OUT AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT CUBED?????????????
The storms and earthquakes and volcanoes and floods and fires and droughts will tear your evil world apart this year, so try stopping my retaliatory hurricanes, for 3 seasons in a row, ya pricks!!!!!!
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Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3), MORE OF THESE HATS ARE AROUND THE
AREA OF FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA. READ SAFE JOURNAL BLOGS AROUND THE
500-600 CHAPTER NUMBER RANGE, AND THEN CLICK ON AN OLD REMADE SONG
FROM 1983, WOW MISTER MACY, IS THIS THE FIRST TRUMP, THE LAST TRUMP,
OR THE MARK OF THE BEAST, AS INDEED, 1+2+3+4 ALL THE WAY UP TO +36
WILL INDEED EQUAL 666, GEE REALLY, COPYIGHT OFFICE OF 1988? HAY, IT
IS ALL DOWN THERE FOR THE RECORD. YOU CAN CLICK HERE FOR MORE, ONLY
BELEIVE THIS FOLKS, THE MOUNTAINPEN NEVER TITLED ANYTHING, “THE
MEANING OF LIFE”, SOMEONE MUST HAVE ADDED ALL OF THIS TO THEIR
DEGRADED COPY TAPES, FROM WHAT WAS STOLEN WHEN THEY BOOSTED MY CAR
STEREO AT NORTHEAST PHILL’S FRIENDLY RESTAURANT ON THE ROOSEVELT
BOULEVARD IN THE FRIKKIN NINETIES. ALL I EVER DID WAS SAY, AND I’LL
QUOTE, FROM 1983, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, SO CLICK
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the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon,
roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses
in various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a
CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it
was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the
same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of
reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the
conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a
microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was
standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane.
Completely, violently insane.
Mark claims to be both a time
traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about
the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android,
currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest
families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course.
Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the
disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s
own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)
Here then, are three selections from
Mark’s version of reality:
If you need more Mark from NJ,
Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m
going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.
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“The recordings only capture
Mark’s side of the conversation…”
I don’t think any existing
recording device on this earth could have captured the other side,
although Mark may disagree.
Posted by: Goyim in the AM |
December
12, 2006 at 02:42 AM
…the link for “Android &
Angel” is screwed up. Y’all may want to fix it…
Posted by: King Daevid MacKenzie |
December
12, 2006 at 04:01 AM
I think this guy is the *real* New
Jersey Devil. Look at his horns and christ-blocking shades.
Posted by: Steve
PMX | December
12, 2006 at 12:03 PM
Sweet Jesus, my PoMo-radar is
beeping. And a nice performance. He could be real, I’ve known
folks like him.
Posted by: K. | December
12, 2006 at 12:52 PM
Just sounds like someone responding
to internal stimuli, there are many people like this probably an
hour’s drive from anyplace in the Northeast. How is this
different than getting enjoyment watching a man with a club foot
trying to walk?
Posted by: bartelby | December
12, 2006 at 11:14 PM
Hello My name is Chris Arter I am
25 and I live in New Jersey. As a child I found two tapes made by
this guy, years apart from each other. They were both 90 minutes
long. I only have one now. They feature folk songs and disco
songs. He never mentions his name but I found out his full name is
Mark Wayne Mohr and he was born in 1954 by looking up material
that he mentions he copyrighted on the cassette. I’ve had this
tape for about 14 years and have never been able to find anything
on him except his name and the names of other copyrighted material
that he has registered. Some of his songs are actually pretty
nice. And the tape like you describe only captures his side of a
conversation with a 7’7″ tall fellow named shorty. Bar none
still the most entertaining 90 minutes I’ve ever experienced.
Posted by: Chris
Arter | March
06, 2007 at 06:27 PM
I clicked on the Aquarius link to
find Mark from NJ’s CDR, but it was no longer listed.
Posted by: maledoro | August
07, 2007 at 06:54 AM
Aaah, very happy to get some info
on this guy! One of his recordings has been used on the track “The
Christ Android”, on the album “Memory Hole” by Kevin Moore
(of Chroma Key, and ex-Dream Theater keyboardist). That’s what
prompted me to find out what this nonsense single-sided argument
was all about. Thanks a lot!
Posted by: Fairlight | September
22, 2008 at 02:34 PM
I’ve been researching this guy.
He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my
friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a
hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got
some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:19 PM
I’ve been researching this guy.
He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my
friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a
hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got
some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:21 PM
I’ve been researching this guy.
He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my
friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a
hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got
some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:25 PM
Hi. I got to this page while
reading about music played on the ‘Jews Harp’. I’ve been
searching, for a loooong time, for a song that was played one lazy
August afternoon on WFMU, around 1980, or earlier.
It was a rendition of ‘My
Favorite Things. The vocals of the main melody were accompanied by
only a Jews Harp (…”Whiskers on Kittens, etc…”) And when
it came to the chorus, it was sung monotone, by several
voices…very weird, slowly, dragging, groaning (‘theeeese
aaaaare aaaaa feeeeewwww of myyyyy faaaaavoooriiiite”.
When it got to “Things”, it was
sung in a kind of higher, psycho-sounding, very melodic voice,
like celebrating the word ‘things’.
Is there anyone here who knows and
appreciates WFMU, who might know what the song title and author
was, or how I can get a copy of it?
It’s been so long, and I’ve
found every other weird and funny song I’ve ever heard except
for this one.
On that same show on WFMU, they
also Played Godley & Creme’s ‘Sandwiches of You’
I’ve listened to hundreds of
versions of ‘My favorite Things’, and it wasn’t any of
those.
Thanks, for any help. Please feel
free to e-mail me, if you can. giotkr at earthlink dot net
Posted by: Tony NYC | May
14, 2009 at 10:44 PM
This fella is MOST DFEFINATELY for
real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in
Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone
that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes
lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and that the Atlantic
Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that the
Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family(Mariah and
them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are
conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter
missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and
sending Atlantic City-residing life gaurds and bar tenders
stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-gaurd. The only
problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still
believes they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to
catch up on his latest blogs.
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16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
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FOLKS,
AS I SAID TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE IN THE LATE EIGHTIES ON MY EPITOME
OF HARASSMENT TAPES, GOOD MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD EVENING,
WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE. How can I possibly know when you are
reading what I am writing? I AM not the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY
JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, and never will be, sort of like my old pal
David Charles Roth's only show in town. How he would always remind
me, seemingly on a daily basis, that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is not the
only show in town, nor will they ever be. I believe the tapes are
somewhere available in the great Library of Congress, Copyright
Office, in Washington, District of Columbia, a place may I add with a
very liberated attitude where the age of sexual consent should be
placed, and what is good for the lawmakers, is good for everyone
else, and if that is not true, just exactly how have I misspelled
America? XIII is the number by the way, such a tender age and how the
perverts must wonder why this is not common knowledge and all move
into our great capitol city, right Roy? I still cannot believe that
you told me this, or that nobody seems to know it, know matter how I
spread around what you said to me, old
pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
will be the master sheet for PART 5 of MORIANITY.
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REMEMBER THIS.
LIGHTNING
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ARTEEMIS, MY
BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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IS MORIANITY,
PART FIVE,
AND PLEASE BELIEVERS
AND L-4 FOLKS,
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anyone can find
me PEE, it is e-bay
genius you. PLEASE!!!!!!!
YOU
NEED TO INVENT THE 74-WP DEVICE, TRY AND REMEMBER.
SOMEONE
WILL NOT GIVE ME A MOMENT'S PEACE, AND WE ALL MOTHER FUCKING KNOW WHO
THIS IS, DON'T WE, CUNT LAPPING AGENTS,
CONDOR AND FALCON, OF
THE 1988 UFO THE COVER UP DOCUMENTARY, ON
NEW YORK, NY, CHANNEL 11 TELEVISION, WPIX?????????
And
I know who they are. They are TYPE
THREE
EXPLORATRONS,
and yes, time travelers is another way for you to see this truth if
you are not reading on my mother fucking dick chewing ass level yet,
dudes and duddesses, YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh
that
mouth!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 136
THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE
MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME
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SUBTITLE THREE: “ATTACKED BY A MAD-MAN”
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2298,
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DATFILE: CH-136-042711.690
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BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN 2006-2011,
MARK
WAYNE MOHR/MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
I
ran into '10 grand Joe Supersecrets' today, with the special bicycle
battery of the Melanie and many other high-notes clubs of Planet
Earth. He was in school with me, and we were studying Advanced
Robotics. Naturally, this was in hyperspace, or you mortal worlders
would say it more like, “Mark, you ass hole, you mean you had this
powerful dream last night”, OYR, whateverrrr. I am going to make
hyperspace, and parallel universe reality believers, out of some of
you if it takes me five hundred thousand Lieutenant Ouhora-Trek
years. Well, I was in a computer class today at the Fort Pierce,
Florida, Harvest, whose website internet address can be accessed as
follows: www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/
, when suddenly this evil horrid man, assaulted me out of the blue.
Now people are beginning to know, and believe. Still, you are all
clueless to many things, such as why I am getting totally mother
fucking hammered and pummeled this entire mother fucking week peeps,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!! The attack was totally unprovoked. I was only sitting
in a chair, and quietly talking to my friend who we will just call,
Delilah for sake of secrecy, and safety, and closets in general. I'll
fucking give Dawn-Marie King big-time unlimited credit for one thing,
and that is that she did not think that her sexual molestation by her
no good rotten fucking father back in 1972, was one bit funny.
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM, are powerful ass fucking nerves being funny boned
here, YO??????? Let me discuss this powerful nightmare last night
that woke me with a super ass bang, thanks to my beautiful and
wonderful mother fucking alarm clock at precisely half past eight,
giving me the needed time to shower, dress, and drive four blocks to
my job; taking only one or two minutes time, where I work the 9-3
shift on Mondays, Tuesdays, and fucking ass Wednesdays.
Chemtrail
and plane aerial assault, has been TOTAL fucking murder all week
fucking long, with this fucking hockey hickey
(LING-LONG-FONDA-MONSTER-SLAPPER) playoff shit, that I have had to
deal with ever since the 15th day of cunt eating August,
in the demonic and Satanic year of 1986; and has been told and
blogged out to the public world now, for about six straight fucking
consecutive ass years, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This will freaking be
undoubtedly told again and again and again; and a lot more than
seventeen ripped off times, BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So are
we going out tonight, Shaniah, you miserable whore?
All
week ling, Henry Barbara Thirteen Angry-Men, I've been destroyed, and
it is only a mother fucking matter of time before M---AGNESONI---C
scans, and avenges my hellish miseries being perpetrated upon me by
quintessential scoundrels, and total ass scum, YO!!!!!!! Don't
fucking believe me, but when Planet Earth gets wiped, don't say I
didn't fucking warn everybody, Agent Caruso. I have tried to get this
shit against me stopped for decades now FBI, and you did nothing but
'BACK-BURNER' me to death, YO,
TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
knew that things were destined to be off the scale putrid, and
monstrously horrific for me, after my coming out of that wild
interaction at half past eight this moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning. I am not as
stupid as peeps would hope I am, or believe, in their rash fallible
total ignorance, peeps. LSS, I was in this robotics class, and Nick
Cannon walked in with a group of women, all dressed very strangely.
They wanted to know all of the details about something that Joe and I
had just finished making in this classroom-lab of a sort. I began
telling them what they wanted to know, and Joe suddenly stood up and
yelled at me at the top of his lings, which I never ever saw him do
in 'waking-life' at the Harvest before he was canned, or 'plipped' as
they say 100 years from now, “pink-slipped”, without cause; some
time back, and it is all on my blogs from last summer time, BRRRR!
Just what significance these strangely dressed ladies had, I do not
yet know, but they, along with 'Road Time Trip Man' all sort of ended
up in the background more and more, as this interaction progressed.
Mariah Carey was singing a beautiful song, that I have never heard
before throughout all of infinity, and it was so beautiful, and like
she was so famous for in the nineties for doing, it has many octaves,
and her heavenly voice was beyond outstanding and divine. When she
finished the song, she walked over to my seat in this school-lab, and
grabbed the thing that Joe hollered at me not to let anyone look at
or touch. Naturally, we all were so totally ass spellbound by her
music, and her song, and her ultra fantastic voice; that nobody could
even move. She smiled down at me in my seat, while holding this wild
looking small, but seemingly heavy gadget. As she kept holding onto
it, it began to pulsate, and make bright strobing colors. Then she
sat it down on my desk, that was twice the size of a normal desk one
might expect to see in a classroom at a college or a high school, and
Joe jumped away faster than Britney's grandfather warped out of my
home in Gibbsboro, New Jersey, USAESMWG, that day in the early
nineteen-nineties. Then Mariah re-sang her super lovely song to me,
and it made me cry like a little baby, because she sounded so totally
fantastic, and the song was so totally ass wonderful; and with such a
surreal and unfathomable ten octave vocal range with her full voice,
which should be a physical world impossibility. Then everyone was
suddenly just gone, while I sat there dumbfounded. The strange gadget
was gone as well, and I thought that maybe, just as with the cassette
tape back in 1986 in this part of the hyperspace, in Manhattan; that
she had taken it, and who knows if indeed she did or not. I know that
she lifted the cassette tape, after singing a song on it, along with
the song that was playing on my car stereo.
Then
came the alarm clock, the sky attack, and also the physical health
attack, which resulted from so many poisonous chemtrailing vapors.
Just GOOGLE UP the great 'SKYWITNESS' on the freaking great U-TUBE,
and so many other chemtrial reports on this fantastic site. Don't
listen to me. It all is right up there, and has all been fully
exposed; and still we all go right on dying from these toxic poisons,
and no one appears to have the fucking balls to do anything to stop
them, “legally of course”, AS THESE BLOGS DO NOT EVER ACT TO
PROMOTE ANY SORT OF VIOLENCE, OR ILLEGAL ACTIVITY, YO!!!!
The
man who attacked me in class today, and what happened just a few
hours earlier in a parallel universe, is all connected up. Only the
great fucking PAULA KING knows exactly how. I will be leaving this
hot hell called Florida very soon, and returning home. Dawn is no
longer able to get at me in the physical world up there. I have made
peace with the rest of the family, well, many of them. Many of them
are and will be hopeless, that is quite obvious. I knew that deep
inside my soul on that day at the beach, when Levy brought 100 of his
cousins there, and scared away the normal crowd. I was not
intimidated. I let one of the dudes help me feed the seagulls, and
had a nice friendly talk. Still, the girl that ended my beach going
days for a few years, caused quite a temporary bear in the New York
financial systems in the not too distant future. Still, as long and
ling as they have me to fucking mess with and hurt, they never ever
will lose. They will just go on endlessly, and relentlessly, fucking
gaining and winning their cheated points of power, and forever
screwing the poor peeps into endless hellish poverty and woe. This
nation makes me sick to my mother fucking ass stomach, and so do all
wealthy dirt bag fucking peeps.
GINA,
JUST AS YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU WOULD PIN ME IN ONE SECOND IN THAT ARM
WRESTLE, AND DID, YOU SUPER LOVELY TALL INCREDIBLE POWERFUL BEAUTIFUL
LONG DARK HAIRED LUSCIOUS FREAKING YOUNG BEAUTY QUEEN, IN 1998; I NOW
TELL THIS WORLD, THAT AS LONG AS THEY HAVE ME TO HURT, MARKET
UP/UP/UP/UP/UP, AND FLYERS ROTTEN SINGERS CLUB HOCKEY
WINS/WINS/WINS/WINS/WINS/ AND WINS!!!!!!!!!!! How I'll endlessly
remember the nightmare days of enduring that horrible rotten fucking
singer that promoted those cheating filthy dirty mobbed up
Philadelphia Flyers, and scum bag dirt ball diseased twisted evil
demonic Ed Snyder, with that totally awful shitty promotion on
Philly-57 television, and the way his horrendous rotten voice sang
those words, “Flyers Hockey, on Philly-fifty-seven”, just
thinking about it, I swear to the gods, I am growing totally fucking
nauseous right now, this very fucking ass minute, YO!!!!!
If
these fucking jerk offs won't stop this attack, and break off this
mother fucking shit that has been strong and beyond hell all week
fucking long, someone powerful will be dead in 48 mother fucking
hours, so watch the news, and then see if this breaks off by what
happens, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
One
thing I totally fucking ass know, and that is that some force out
here wants with all of their heart and soul, for me to fucking
discuss in detail, some powerful shit in both the years of 1972, as
well as 1975; involving the All Mighty Goddess of this Universe and
Multiverse, and I WILL NOT BETRAY MY FREAKING TEEN-QUEEN, NOT FOR
ANYBODY; so go screw your mothers, you diseased piles of puke!!! You
won't get these secrets out of me, you mother fucking shit heads, so
you may as well just give up!!!!!!!
NOT
THE
END
OF
TRANSMISSION:
Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
W—O—W
- http://www.drunkenhive.blogspot.com/
- 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.
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“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
VERSE
ONE
I'm
so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new
Let
me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few
Oh
my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew
We're
down and out, and we will even go to work for you
You
seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two
I
am so weak and faint and do not wanna' be so blue
While
we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe
Oh
please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you
We'll
help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew
But
greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
And
I'm not giving any freaking fish away
VERSE
TWO
So
when you add your salty tears directly in the sea
And
when you're done your song of woe, that you have sung to me
Just
take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty
And
right into the undertow, and stop annoying me
And
talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish
You
loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch
I
have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled
So
either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed
Guys
like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled
People
say I'm cold and cruel, on every single day
But
I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay
So
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
THREE
They
say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand
And
mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand
Storms
blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died
The
sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried
And
on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned
Ignoring
waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound
Just
another bucket and, then he'll have caught his fill
A
lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill
The
king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again
Yet
locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
So
yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay
And
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
FOUR
You'll
be crossing over, later wishing you'd been nicer
You'll
be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer
You'll
be crossing over, hearing all the trash they're talking
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll have to keep on walking
You'll
be crossing over, watching all the others eating
Feasts
with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating
Forever
seeing many fish, but never on your plate
You
had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll be a lonesome rover
Forever
doomed to hear the words you always used to say
That
you've been working hard out in the sun all day
Oh
yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay
So
you're not giving any of your fish away
END
OF SONG.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012 (RE-POSTED)
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Yes
Darius, it really was, August 8th,
of 2008, since you seem to get such a kick out of these type of
dates, along with your pals. Hope you are doing well, call me
sometime, YO, 772-489-8625.
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
Well Gina my beautiful tall arm breaker of the nineties, I told U that the Philadelphia Phillies will go on LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING. I also told U that the Dow Stock Market would go on WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING, and both of my predictions 4 the past 2 weeks R right on the money. They gained 300+ points today and last night my Phillies were shut out after MC hacked and crashed my personal computer, but she did not stop there. As soon as I lost awareness to this waking world, she somehow AGAIN hacked into my Airship’s mighty ALL-KNOWER device that runs this vessel, when I tried to take lightning to a beautiful waterfall, I ended up many thousands of provinces away from Olympia and then suddenly ALL-Knower, began 2 rapidly lose power and we were only able 2 move towards home by 3 or 4 provinces when we literally became dead in dry water. I can tell U the parts of this inhumane interaction that follows based solely on my best and most accurate present waking world recall of the event/nightmare. First, the entire province whose name was wild but that I can bring no part of that back into waking world reality with me no matter how hard I try, but then what’s in a name so we’ll just 4 blog’s-sake call this place, Province-W, or shortened 2 “PW”, and the W is 4 “weird”. PW is a place I do not wish 2 ever revisit, unless Mariah herself or SSJKK-PIMC, the MI standing 4 PRESENT-INCARNATION, was right there with me 2 protect me as opposed 2 causing this misery. First the entire province of PW acts almost as VI, it all interacts in its own combined oneness when invaders from neighboring provinces R concerned anyway. PW instantly turned into a gargantuan sized BRIGGBASE, and was countless times greater and mightier and huger than the Briggbase that exists in the Province Olympia or the OP. Instantly, Diana and I began 2 try and run or fly all over but no matter where we went, giant US Military-type aircraft began following and stalking us at very low and deafening levels, and then as well, so did loud beyond descriptiveness military wall shaking helicopters. It was far worse than being in the waking world and going through all of my very worst sieges, ALL COMBINED TOGETHER!!!!! It went on incessantly without let up and only continually increased and gained in its intense fear beyond human conception generation. Even Diana was scared, and it takes a lot 2 frighten Diana. It just kept going on what seems now 2 me back awake here, thousands of mortal world, MW, years. Then in a sudden glorious instant, I found myself alone with my wonderful lightning in a human form, my blond Diana Arteemis, and we were sitting along a strange lake that was inland from a mighty ocean type body of water. The lake was peaceful and serene until the tide was nearly to its highest point at the nearby ocean, and then waves would start flooding into to this very quarry-deep lake, and then it suddenly would get treacherous and rough as a storm out at sea. But when the tide no longer was high enough 2 support this connection of these bodies of water, the lake would begin 2 calm down as well as expel the ocean water out and eventually 4 a relatively short time, grew as calm as any normal lake on a windless day would in fact B like. B4 going on I knew trouble was freaking coming by the MICKERS when around one-eleven this morning just as I was about 2 retire 4 the evening with my tea and crumpets with Brit and Warper Gramps, a major loud and low scum bag Milituforce air vessel, violated my air space and my civil rights as well, by buzzing me at precise zenith over my residence roof, and all though the clocks were blocked, common sense told me when this attack happened, as it was about 20 minutes after I indeed blocked the clocks at ten minutes shy of 1 AM for the night. Actually Brit canceled and the tea and crumpets were really a bowl of Breyers Ice cream, wow the greatest ice cream on Earth is not Spell-Checker-recognized, imagine that. No I have a 0%-C with both of MC Cane’s able-bodied starlit choices, just 4 fun I ran all of them. The thing that makes no sense 2 me at all, is the Donald. I am either losing my mind, altering dimensions during retraces further than I think, or some other wild thing is occurring, as now I come 2 find out that MC and the Donald both have the same PCN. Now I did not say Mickey-D, I said MC and the Donald, and this PCNT is a 462, Oh well, Mister Macy, they R great together in your commercial with Martha, and they R 25%-C. What floors me is that I am 100%-C with the Delirium Tremors. Originally I know I was living in a different part of hyperspace where I was 0, and then later, 50, and now I come 2 find myself 100% compatible? Where R the gods of Weird???? Obviously hanging out in my closets invisibly to my perceptions. Again, Gawky Gaukauk has reminded me that compatibility is connection, and that this is not necessarily a positive nor a negative connection, just indeed that there is a definite very strong tie in cosmic and potential human ways, between anything that shows 2B compatible in the Gawnum Equations out of 81 possible private cosmically-coded numbers from 110 through 990. The very day Trump scum built his first place in Atlantic City, the Trump Plaza, I wanted 2 go down there, and my automobile blew up on the way down, and was forever wrecked and gone. No there is a strong compatibility between us, there should B, he got me as a phase-4 being, 2 literally bring him onto the waking world as a powerful wealthy arrogant evil man, the precise person that he is, and I created him on a tape recorder long B4 any of this worked its way into the STC and its waking world realities. There R 6,561 possible match-ups in comparing all potential PCN’s, in a 2-match up, and if UR matching up 3 things we need multiply 81X81 again or 6561X81 2C how many possible different things can B put together in 3-way match-ups, and this now becomes a larger total of 531,441, yes there R more than half a million possibilities with a mere 81 possible Prive-Code-Numbers. Comparing 4 things 2B matched up, and just over 43 million possibilities R now staring U in the face, ain’t mathematics exciting!!!!!! Also, sometimes 2 alike PCN’s have compatibility with their total or PCNT, while other alike PCN’s do not. Fascinating ain’t it Mister Vulcan Spock???????? But what is more fascinating 4 me aniwho, is watching strange and subtle changes and alterations that R occurring all around, all through my life as Mountainpen; but especially since 1995, and talking about this 2 my 2 faves and buds there at the HADDONWOOD SWIM AND HEALTH CLUB, Joe and Andy. Is was around this time that I was shot, AND KILLED, at a Williamstown WAWA store, in NJUSAESMWG. U never will hear of it as U all that R reading this R atomically part of this signature of hyperspace where I now have been retraced into. When U zoom back at some object using distance delay, and then go on 2 capture it not as present day photography works, but actually by transferring the reality around the image being captured that is merely waves and particles, and meshing them all together into a combined photon full image, called a CPFI in less than 2 hundred years, this then can B traced out on an AVM or an AUDIO/VIDEO/MATERIAL recording device, a future camera recorder of a sort, only instead of getting what we get today, we can eject from the machine, the actual reality in weaves and particles that were scanned. Since however there is a difference in time physically, this causes forces within the atomic laws in the seventh dimension, to ever so slightly alter the precise atomic duplication process in so much as not being reassembled in the precise reality from where it was previously scanned, but into another part of hyperspace, perhaps only away by a whisper, but sometimes, it is more than this, and things begin 2 get noticeable if it were to happen over and over, sort of like getting an ex-ray many times if UR unfortunate enough 2B battling say 4 example, a serious cancer. A few X-rays in your life will not alter the cells and genetics of your physical body to any recognizable nor harmful point. However, should someone get exposed 2 way too many of them, and R forced 2 endure being exposed to massive amounts of this xenon radiation; devastating physical harm will result, far worse than anything that the original disease could ever have done 2 the patient. I have been retraced by Summer up in the end of the 23 hundreds where I retraced her first, as Labber Zeejins, from my station at the World Laboratories of Westmont, New Jersey, USAESMWG, and later showed her 2 much of the technology, and she has been relentlessly using it to retaliate against me, and this is a large part of what I am going through.
I am tired of all of this hi-tech bull, and am living here now. As me, I never did this 2U, and shame on U4 doing all of this 2 me. I know that U have gotten in tight with your great friend from Sahasra Dal Kanwal as she now lives here in the big Apple. Talk about causing me nightmares and tears, KAL. I did not get beat up, but the hell was worse. After I was sitting at the lake, Mariah and her best girlfriend, sat down 2 my right. Diana was over to my left, along this very green and beautiful grass, at the edge of this wild lake. Suddenly a voice over an intercom system said that the tide was now in the “Danger-Third, stay out of the lake”. With that, tall lovely Mariah jumped right in, and began swimming all around. It was warm and soothing water, as Diana and I had been in it recently, while it was still in its safer period, as was explained earlier on this blog. I started shouting in a nice way 4 Mariah 2 get out of the lake, and she just totally ignored me, swimming further out and away from the area where the 3 of us were all sitting. Behind the lake and edge on the side we were all on, was a large area, and part of it was a home where Diana and I lived together. I jumped up and told Mariah’s best friend, a very attractive and voluptuously built young girl with dark hair and just about Mariah’s height or a tad shorter, but more thickly muscled like a volleyball athlete; that the home next 2 mine belongs 2 the Mayor, and I am going 2 go get the Mayor, since she would not listen 2 the warning. I told Diana 2 stay and keep trying 2 yell out 4 MC 2 come back to the shoreline of this lake, as she still was rapidly swimming out and away from us, heading right towards where the ocean would soon come roaring through a 400 foot winding area, that due to the great 1000 or more foot depth of this lake, would turn the rolling breaking water into large swelling waves. I got to the end of the area of grassy beach where different areas separate by strange tunnels and dams like nothing I ever B4 remember seeing, and went down a sloping grassy walk way that contained some wooden steps at the middle, but above and below did not, and finally reached a cement walkway where I turned right as left was where a grate was holding water from the lake back as we were under the waterline at this place. After 100 feet or so I turned to go up some concrete steps leading eventually 2 a pathway that would put me on my home and area that was not accessible by just going back from where I was originally, as other obstructions were there blocking the way. I no sooner was up the steps when her powerful girlfriend grabbed my arm and said that it is none of your business, just leave her alone. I kept saying she is going 2B drowned, and that I am calling the Mayor. Then she pulled me so hard, that my arm almost broke at the shoulder. She was very strong. She got me in the tunnel area again, and right in front of me said, “Watch this”. Instantly she turned into a large frog, and I picked her up. I started 2 take the frog with me 2 my home where I was hoping 2 call the home a few doors down, as this was the Mayor’s place. Suddenly the frog jumped out of my hand with great force and turned into, no, not the girlfriend, but into Mariah herself. She was laughing, and cracking up, and then she said 2 me, ”My girlfriend is probably at the bottom of the lake by now sucking weeds” I starred at her, finally saying, “Mariah, how can U pull off these unimaginable wild miracles. Just who really RU”? She giggled on and on, and then proceeded 2 pick me up, all nearly 300 pounds of me, like she was picking up her little doll she had at seven; and told me, “I have no beginning, 2 me there’s no ending, the great Scylla Goddess I am, U should know that, I’ve been singing this song 2U forever now Yancy”. Then she carried me over 2 my home, and up the back stairs made of wood, 64 of them all total, up to a glass enclosed area, overlooking the view. Diana had vanished B4 me as I looked out and the skies began 2 grow almost black. Diana had turned back into what she really is, LIGHTNING, and made bright colorful stupendous colors and arrays of utter beauty all over, as the lake flooded in with great surf and high swells of 15 feet and higher. Then Mariah through me down on a large bed that I used when I slept outside. She told me that I have no choice, but to endlessly play her great mighty game; that she is the All Mighty first and last, and what she says goes. I am 2 always trust her. Then after she made passionate love 2 me, a knock came on the door and she said, “Come in Mayor Levy”. President Bush was standing there with him, and they were wearing huge belts with large cardboard signs attached somehow 2 them, with bright purple colored cardboard squares about 5 by 5 inches. Printed on them were 3 numbers, 176. When I awoke from this afterwards, I worked out the Robert Levy and George Bush PCN numbers, and shore/sure enough, they both R indeed 176, but they R not compatible. Right B4I awakened, Mayor Levy said a strange thing 2 me, “Leave my girls Paula King and Nina Soifer alone, Firedog”. Instantly I woke up, trembling and soaked with sweat, all though my room was 75 degrees. Also the overhead chandelier had words on it matching the program that I think MC sent 2 me after I went up the first time 2 her website, www.mariahcarey.com/ ‘bcon exe’ and under the first part it had the number 34 with a + sign in-between the digits, and under the second part it had the number 34 again, and also with the + sign in between the 3 and 4. Sure enough, the Gawnum in all its great grandiose glory, shows that each of these parts of program totals up in alpha-value to 34, and if U count the total of this program, it is 7, just as if U add up a 3+4, as in 7-7-7, the number of All Mighty SAR. As 4 the Privecode number of the program, 34 and 34 is 68, the final year and the 7th and the 8th stays at the Trinitrail/Trinidad Motel for my mom and me in 1968, as well as 68 is 6+8 is 14 and 1+4 is 5 for the PCN 2nd digit, and its first digit is 7 for having 7 digits in bcon-exe, so this PCN is a 752. Now there R no matches just with my PCN871 or MC’s PCN231, but add up 231+871+752 and we get the great sum total or the PCNT of 100 years B4I was ‘Mountainpen’ born, the great 1854. All 3 PCN’s match out to the PCNT of 1854 yet do not match unless I am part of this mix, and this is Y MC is so impatient, as am I, 2 get her program downloaded onto my PC. After this, I will join your Honey B, I promise U, & U RULE THE EMPIRE MC. U ALSO RULE MY HEART AND BEING, and I am not your shellfish, so please do not include me in your Jonah collection, my endless lovely Teen-Queen. Oh yes, one match in the PCN-231, and one match in the PCN-752, but in my PCN-871, there R 2 matches, for a 50% C on these 3 things put all together now, with or without purple 4 us all in the 1970 fall, or Mayor Nutter of Philadelphia. Hang in there Mr. Mayor, UR doing a great job, and I lived in your city both back in 1963 and 1964 as well as many years of the 18th century as well, hats off 2U my friend. Yes Gina, I told U. just as U told me I would not hold U off 3 seconds in an arm wrestle, and then U went on 2 break my arm, beauty queen; now I am telling U, that the market will forever keep going up and up and up and up and up, and the Phillies will lose and lose and lose and lose and lose, and sink down to 2nd, 3rd, and 4th place in their division, and I am just about never ever freaking wrong.
This is all total truths, with no omissions nor additions 2 these truths. This is copyrighted as Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2008. *****I END TRANSMISSION HERE.*****
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
WORST DAY OF MY ENTIRE LIFE, POLICE, HEADING OVER TO YOU
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCLVI-------(0656)
SUPPLEMENTAL
ENTRY
STARTING
BLOG:
MY
58TH BIRTHDAY IS ABOUT TO GO FUCKING SUPER BOTBAR AS USUAL, ALL
BIRTHDAYS AND FESTIVE FUCKING OCCASIONS ALWAYS JUST ABOUT DO.
I
awoke to a horrendous despicable mother fucking diareah and cramp
attack that kept me on the toilet for most of the mother fucking
morning. Right before that, I know there was a knock on the door.
I answered it but no one was there. Or was someone, and my memory
again is erased, and maybe Paula raped me again for all I know,
and this up set my poor old fragile body, as I am not a young man.
Who can ever know anything for real, in my twisted up fucking ass
life, folks? Then on top of the strange knock, the physical death
beam strike attack, and feeling like I have been struck down by
one of General Patton's tanks, I seem to have new upstairs nabes
or else maintenance men working in the apartment, I cannot be
sure. I am hearing a lot of furniture being moved, but recently, I
have been hearing it, and also recently, I have been extra warm in
this apartment, and I think I may have new folks up there that
love to blast a lot of heat out, WOW,
even more fun for the Mountainpen, and they call this fucking
paradise down here, maybe for the fucking cunt rest of you it is,
not for fucking ass me, YO!!!!!!
It
is an overcast day here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, Earth, Sol,
Milky Way Galaxy (FPFLUSAESMWG). At least there is something good
about the dam day, I love overcast and dark skies. Bright sunshine
is not for fucking me, folks, maybe I should have married Roseann
Delaney back in 1969, if I could survive her hickey's that is. Oh
well, what did Dave Roth's pal Bob Vandegrift say a lot, about
trade offs, I just ended up trading one for another, huh Mike
McNulty, AHA-AHA-AHA??????????????? Then shortly past ten, BING
BANG BOOM, the across the hall nabes chimed in with their fucking
usual shit, one door slam after the other. These are the worst
fucking neighbors that anyone anywhere could ever possibly fucking
have. I sent Debbie an e-mail yesterday in the late afternoon, but
it was hacked I think, as I never saw the message pop up that it
was sent. All this time I thought it was me just a stupid fucking
moron who could not operate a personal computer, when all along,
it was mother fucking sick evil hackers, fucking with everything I
do. When they do not want something to work, it just doesn't work,
and when they want the entire system to just fucking cunt lapping
freeze up, it does, and so fucking forth, folks. It was never me,
it always 'THEM', the WOMO-LILI-2-FORCE,
who fucking cunt else?
Last
night when the jerk offs across the hall were noisy until nearly
midnight, I asked SSJKK to do me a miracle, and she spit in my
eye, as usual, as things got as quiet as a church mouse at that
exact time, and stayed that way with them, until a quarter past
ten this mother fucking diseased cock sucking morning. The cosmic
forces have no intention whatsoever of cutting me a break, so
MEXICO is my only way out of this mother fucking dick licking
mess, come the new fucking ass year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So
away I will go!!! How would old Harry Callas have put this, I'm
Oudddddda here, or is that ball? No, it's
THAT-BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AGENT
CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON MADE A POWERFUL STATEMENT TO THE WPIX
DOCUMENTARY NARATERS AND CREATIORS, THEY TOLD HWWHEN PEOPLE FOUND
SOME OF THE REAL NON-HOAX UFO RELATED STUFF AND CAPTURED IT ON
FILM, THE AIR FORCE AND SECRET BLACK OPS ALPHABET SOUP AGENCIES
MADE IMMEDIATE CONTACT WITH THEM, AND DEMANDED THE FILMS AND
PHOTOS BACK, AND THEN WENT ONTO TELL THEM THAT IF THEY EVER OPENED
UP THEIR MOUTH AND TOLD ABOUT ANY OF IT, THAT THEY WOULD NEVER
HAVE A MOMENT'S PEACE FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIFE. THIS ALL AIRED
AS FACTS, ON THE WPIX, NEW YOUR CITY, NEW YORK, CHANNEL ELEVEN,
TELEVISION STATION DOCUMENTARY, IN 1988, WHILE I WAS LIVING IN
MOORESTOWN, NEW JERSEY, ON CENTRAL AVENUE. I may have mentioned an
address of 7 East Main Street, that was an error, that was the
address of an attorney who I had gone to for complicated reasons.
'SLAM
SLAM SLAM BANG', NO I DO NOT THINK DEBBIE GOT MY E-MAIL, SO I WILL
TRY AGAIN, AND IF THEY FUCK WITH ME, THEN I WILL FIND A WAY TO
MAKE AN APPOINTMENT, THEY ARE SHOUTING OVER THERE AND MAKING
HORRIBLE SOUNDS. Yes, they have made my 58th mother
fucking birthday, ANOTHER SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR, hay you big heroes
out there, yes you must feel really tough huh, able to destroy and
wreck, the entire life of one little totally defenseless fucking
guy, who has no resources or family support,and 'no nothing', to
quote Diana Ross, also, the reason that I have neither, is that
you took it all away from me from the minute I left high school.
Here
are some new YOUTUBE VIDEO LINKS. Later on shortly, I will discuss
my father, both his visit in 1974 that initially began all kinds
of wild shit manifesting itself around my life, and then after his
death in 1981, and the real hell after that or second phase,
beginning with the Playboy Bunny at Robin Hill Apartment Number
1802, forcing me and my mom to move out and into Atco, New Jersey,
and then from there, it was TWILIGHT ZONE TOWNSHIP, from that
moment on, right up through the very present times. You all know I
speak the truths, about this and about how wicked my kid's family
all is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There
is simply no other rational explanation, and even Elisa, the
fiance' of Joe King back in oh-Marola-8 and oh-Marola-9, would
agree, as you would know if you archived blogs from May and June
time circa, from the poor persecuted cursed Mountainpen. Well,
Gawky Gaukauk said this persecution has to do with WALL STREET,
and this shit can get ultra super frightening and dangerous, so
let me die Sheriff Monks and Sheriff Mascara, and my BLOOD WILL BE
ON YOUR HANDS, not mine. I have begged all of you for help, and
these wicked horrible peeps are murdering me, at the speed of
light cubed, while you stand there and just watch.
VIDEO
LINKS FOR BLOGS, FROM YOUTUBE POSTINGS:
I
JUST TOOK A HUGE COMPUTER BLACK CRACKER HACK, FBI AND ACLU, THEY
FROZE UP MY ENTIRE COMPUTER, EVEN THE WORD OFFICE SYSTEM, I HAD TO
PULL THE PLUG AND GO THROUGH A SYSTEMS RECOVERY PROCESS. I AM
DRIVING OVER NOW TO THE FORT PIERCE POLICE TO DEMAND SOME
PROTECTION, MY LIFE IS IN MAJOR DANGER, THIS IS THE WORST FUCKING
DAY OF THE PAST TEN FUCKING CUNT YEARS.
555555555555555555555555555555555—WHAAAAA.
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HERE
ARE SOME LIN KS TO SOME REALLY COOL
YOUTUBE VIDEOS. MY ACCOUNT IS CLOSED NOW, but these are some that my
MORIANS may really find quite freaking interesting, YO!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NA.
THIS
IS A CUNT LAPPING FUCKING BIRTHDAY THAT MY DAUGHTER WANTS TO BE SURE
I WILL REMEMBER FOR THE NEXT FUCKING ASS 300 MININNA-KALPA, THAT IS
FOR GODDESS DAM
SURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW!
Very
soon, my Morians, look forward to some really wild, preacher type
blogs, not that I am going to preach shit to you, so don't sweat
that, I just mean, well, when you see it, you'll know, like
DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will bid you all a fond farewell now, YO
DOGS, NITE-NITE! ***END
TRANNY, OLD GRANNY***
I had to put pieces up at a time, this was a real job, FBI AND FCC. SOME JERK OFF IS HACKING THIS SYSTEM.
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