Tuesday, October 29, 2013

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I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, THE DOW JONES WOULD BE AT ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS; BUT NOBODY EVER BELIEVES ME. I ALSO TOLD YOU WHEN THE HELL STARTED WITH ME AGAIN AROUND THE MIDDLE OF THE MOTHER FUCKING MONTH, AND IT WAS LOWER AND BACK DOWN JUST A BIT; THAT IT WOULD SWING RIGHT BACK UP INTO NEW RECORD HIGH TERRITORY, AS A RESULT OF MY CUNT LAPPING SEVERE MOTHER FUCKING PERSECUTION. THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON SINCE AUGUST FIFTEENTH, OF NINETEEN EIGHTY SIX, AND I AM POWERLESS TO GET ANY OF THIS FUCKING UNFATHOMABLE NIGHTMARE STOPPED, OR BELIEVED AT ALL FOR THAT MATTER. LIEUTENANT COMMANDER JORDY, OF THE NEXT GENERATION STAR TREK TELEVISION SHOW, PUT THIS A LOT BETTER, ON THAT EPISODE OF 'STAR TREK', CALLED, ''TIME SQUARED''; IF I AM NOT MISTAKEN; ''SOUNDS LIKE SOMEBODY'S IDEA OF HELL''. WELL, THIS AIN'T NO MOTHER FUCKING IDEA, LIEUTENANT COMMANDER JORDY, THIS IS ACTUALLY LITERALLY HAPPENBING THE FUCK TO ME, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!












LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE READING MORIANITY PART 6, CHAPTER 43. PLEASE HAVE A VERY NICE DAY, YO!!!

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A CHILD CAN MATCH THE PERSECTUION I GET WITH THESE CHARTS FROM THE FUCKING CUNT EATING STOCK ILLEGAL MANIPULATED ICPE-APE- MARKETS. A RUNNY NOSED PUNK OF AGE 4 CAN SEE THIS!!!





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I know you are doing your best to watch over me, AG Mizz Bondi, thank you. Feel free to contact the Wirtz detectives in Camden County in New Jersey, Ron Senior knows my problem is all real, but his hands are tied, I am quite sure that you know what I mean. PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE!!!!!!!





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No more Mister Nice-Guy. It's time now for me to spill the beans all out of the fucking can, and really begin to talk. You see, if it was not for Shirley sending me to a powerful strange medical office off of Grant Avenue in 1984, the entire universe as we know it here on this atomic signature, would be way different. How would any of fucking you like it if one day you woke up fucked up through no fault of your own, and began slowly piecing together a story that tells your truth and your reality, that all the textbooks ever written in psychiatry all insist, that believing this powerful indisputable evidence, makes you a crazy insane person filled with psychotic features and delusions? Well, one thing you would do, knowing you are not being permitted to work anywhere by this invisible stealthy mother fucking covert enemy; you would get onto SOCIAL SECURITY DISABILITY, and at least force these enemies to pay you each month, for causing this problem with you, in the first place. Well YO, I did that, kind folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





HERE SHE GOES FUCKING AGAIN WITH HER ONES ASSAULT, 20+ YEARS AND COUNTING, FROM ATLANTA FUCKING GEORGIA TO RIGHT SMACK DAB UP MY ASS AT LIGHT SPEED SQUARED, HUH SLEAZYTRAIN JANE? PAGE FUCKING ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, HUH, WELL; I WILL BE FORCED TO MOTHER FUCKING CUNT PHLEGM RAPE (COMPENSATE) NOW, AS ALWAYS.



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All right ladies and gentlemen, my apartment is now totally packed up, AGAIN, and in 72 hours, I will be in mother fucking MAY-HE-CO. As Harry fucking Callas the late great sportscaster put it so perfectly and fittingly when a baseball got hit real nicely, ''I'M ADA-HERRRRE''.









HERE ARE SOME POWERFUL YOUTUBE VIDS, ALL HAVING SIMILAR SHIT AND NIGHTMARE PROBLEMS, OF MOUNTAINPEN MARK WAYNE MOHR, ENJOY AT YOUR CLICKING CONVENIENCE.
































































































































































































































































































































































































































You want war with me, here it is, we have only started to really put shit together in that magic period of early in 2008 and the end of 2007, when all of this mother fucking dirty rotten shit got started, by dirt bag scum slime swallowing ROBERT MCGUIRE, and his dirty filthy rotten black arts family from FUCKING HELL CUBED!!!!!









Thanks for doing your jobs and your sworn duties to stop criminals of any type or kind, THANKS for nothing, AUTHORITIES; AND WORLD COURT AT THE HAGUE. This is the way the UNITED STATES really operates, hidden underneath the facade of being so nice, and peaceful, and benevolent. We will be examining some real major fucking shit about this magical time in my life that was totally responsible for THE MENTALIST television show being created, just as my going to see Ron Wirtz Senior on December 5, 1989, led to the shortly to follow greatest hit law TV show in television history, ''LAW AND ORDER'', and you can all doubt these words all you like. The truth is that my blogs during the MAGIC-PERIOD, proves these things are 100% true, but when the powers over all of us don't want proof to prove something, they merely change the fucking Jim Burr rules, and demonically change shit around so that you could take the proof to the Pope that the Queen of England is having a nasty affair with her grandson, and all that will happen, as most of the UFO-BUFFS put here know only too well, nothing will ever get proven, and you will either have a life changing experience for the major worse, or be a GONE-MISSING dues paying card carrying club member, in the very near fucking future,. Folks, this is THEIR fucking world, and they reign and rule over it. The bible even shows the proof of this, and we the sheeple sit around ignorant and blissfully stupid, not for the most part, even so much as desiring to know any real mother fucking truths that are going on all around us; that effects 100%, and in major ways; our lives; and the lives of those who we love and care about, such as our families. But don't listen to old Mountainpen. Prophets are never excepted in their 'own land', another truth known by the powerful, and for thousands of cock sucking years. I wonder what the great 1983 'O' knew from 1960 years earlier, and does this possibly deserve a MACY WORD???















Perhaps my computer genius daut that Paula gave birth 2 on this or some realm, will at the age of only 12 or 13, as she was born around early October of 1998, and came 2 me on the beach as a grown teenager, B4 she was even born by a full month, as Paula raped me in the hospital elevator in early January in 1998, with her friends, and I know they also R friends with Paris, and as far out as this sounds, I saw Paris with this group that one rainy day B4 the event that I blogged at, and all of them were making all over me, a grown old dude in his middle forties, like a bunch of wild girls U might C down in Cancun, Mexico on spring break. Oh well, teen agers will B teenagers and there will B no stopping girls from their silly summer flirting nonsense.



Well, the future and the gods and the lawtrons, all the same full kit trucking thing just jumbled and shaken up somewhat if U understood things on my level, so aniwho, yes sir and mam, they know that I am at work and they have me by the shake stick.










Thursday, January 31, 2008


teohiv, datfile xxxiv, TMCAM-subtitled


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Well, another horrific week is going down, today there is major chemtrail persecution, go to http://www.chemtrail.com/ and C if I am nuts or have a real serious problem 2 deal with?????







All I want 2 know is Y does it take a great mighty star like JS to make the reality of all of this just that, REALITY?????? Her atoms and her quanta waves R just as yours and mine. Anyone may at any time suddenly notice a PARALLEL EVENT of U doing something and a seemingly totally unconnected thing happens in either major preponderance or every time, in the case of the great Jessica, this is indeed a major strong parallel event, like my PHILLIES, FLYERS, AND DOW JONES problem, in fact hers maybe is even stronger. Parallel events that become magnetized over long stretches of times still have varying ranges in percentage, of their power. With me for instance, my life being in the toilet along with all major Philadelphia ball clubs except for the hockey team called the FLYERS, and the Dow Jones Stock 30 average being bullish and going way UP is all one direction, while concentrically, a BEAR MARKET, A LOSING FLYERS HOCKEY TEAM, and a WINNING Philadelphia 76ERS, and EAGLES, and PHILLIES, and my life BEING ON A good and positive path, ALL GO IN THIS OTHER DIRECTION, ONLY THEY NEVER EVER DO, AT LEAST 4 VERY DERN LONG!!!!!!!!! So the world makes this following statement to me and I accept it: B a famous big hot shot gorgeous hot female star and parallel event is real, as poor whittle Mountainpen has been preaching 4 more than 2 freaking decades, but B poor kit head Mountainpen, and UR just a pathetic delusional crazy in need of a sike ward and a gag!!!!!!!!! Must B nice 2BU JS. B4 President Ronald Reagan, the feds never did anywhere near as many things as they did since the invention of Reaganomics, and the greedy-eighties. A perfect example is not the perfect storm, but we will get into that as well a short while into this blog, but is the lowering of the interest rate of 75 basis points that led the stock market to cheatingly take off and fly this past week. Alan Greenscum started this all and it led to this cheated bull stock market, totally governmentally controlled, yet the United States Constitution prohibits the federal government from engaging in any business practices. I am no legal genius about the economy and the federal reserve banking system, all I know is a simple 1-2-3 fact, Diana, and that is that B4 Reagan and my nightmare in 85/86 with this ICPE/parallel event crappola, none of what has been going on with all of this now and since it began, ever happened in times pre-dating it.







UR all so totally clueless 2 totally so much. But getting back again to Mister Grey and the images, one strange trip to a department store when I bought a clock and a mirror along with lots of other things one day, needs B discussed in more detail now. I told U about this clock and mirror on prior blogging texts. When a dude that was over at my residence who worked at the Radio Shack store, some time ago, would B facing this mirror, I saw a totally different dude than the one I saw directly. His negatives were sucked out into the reflection. My passport shows a dude that no more looks like me than the craters on the moon look like me. Once I spent enough time in front of this mirror, it seemed 2 cause all photographic or video equipment, whether it B digital or analogue in its mechanical make up, to continue removing some negative qualities away from me as the source, and transplant or transfer would perhaps say this a bit better, these negatives into the recorded videos or mirrors’ reflections. I am not trying to get my lightning goddess in her human form too excited here, but these ‘reflections’ R a very powerful thing, and it was in 1970 that I learned Y from my friend Ziggy on the beaches of where else but Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. This can all B topic 4 later and other discussions, this won’t go anywhere, obviously. U do, and U can go and burn in Hell, BRR. A 'PBE', as I did not call a (4---operator), I called a (411 operator), another total hack. But how hacked was I folks? I called for information and asked for Madame Mary, Reader and Psychic Adviser, on the WHITE HORSE PIKE, in Clementon, New Jersey, and this so-called CIA-NSA operator gave me the number of the landlord I had just moved away from who caused me and my poor mom a super nightmare a few towns east of my new address at 1700 Woodlyn Avenue in Woodlyn, New Jersey, yes; they gave me out of the all the possible numbers in the entire Camden county phone-book, the number of jerk off mother fucking dick head, Mister Richard Karpf, of Cherry Hill, New Jersey. This all occurred in that nightmare autumn back in cunt huffing 1987, peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Now some more details that is time 4U 2 know, about my mother when she was struck down by this very mysterious illness the day after Christmas, 12/26/97. She made it upstairs and made her coffee, as that was obvious. She turned the lights on upstairs and had a solitaire game on a coffee table. But the cards instead of being in alternating black and red piles, were all black and all red piles, and not in any order numerically either. A voice inside my head said to me not in an audible way, I wonder what would happen if I put the cards in the same alpha/numeric order system that I do in my quanta systems when I occasionally go into a light trance and bi-locate, and draw cards that the other person I am in bi-located contact with, tells me to pick out of the deck, and as on a prior blog, I told U how the A-Z letters work, as each letter has 2 playing cards, as 52 cards R indeed in a deck, and 26 letters or one half of 52 R in the English alphabet. This all happened after I left Mr. Speers and drove home down the hill a mile from the hospital, where again and in reiteration, if the house was farther away, my mother’s dream would have ended 4 sure, as she was pronounced DOA, the cave man ambulance had no breathing equipment on it, I really should have sued, this caused in my opinion, lots of the problem. So aniwho, that night, I got all the cards that were in the game from top left to right and then down, the outside high piles counted first, and I did it left to right and up to down just as any page would B read. The message said exactly this, I have the cards that made it on my cousin’s camcorder converted to VHS videotape in my OTAMM/FILE, where all things done against me R kept, and believe me, this is a huge file. The card message was unintelligible totally, and said this:EIDLLIWHTOBUROENOLAHARASEVAELRETTEBNOSRUOYDNAU Now, I studied it a long time, and saw the name Eva, almost the word harass, DNA, the first three fourths of Jim Burr’s last name, and several less obvious letterings that were off a bit more, but I knew no one named Eva, then I saw the word nosy and wondered if Jim Stozny, my evil neighbor from across the street played some part as I knew he had, he was pure evil, and I believe was a high ranking official in Frank Sinatra’s fan club, if not the president of it. Frankie was a pig and I hated his miserable guts. The casinos knew it and played his rotten records whenever I placed a large wager, and used this parallel event cheating to make me lose my bet every time. I cannot prove it or I would sue them 4 everything they’ve got down there in that sick satanic city. How many times can something B a coincidence 4 crissake, but hey, it is there casino, their Muzak-CIA system, and how in the world could I ever make a case like that BRRR? I went 2 bed that night and it hit me B4I started 2 even diz-out into the zone right B4 sleep. I learned about something from an engineer friend of little Stevie Nicks at RPL. It was backward masking. Many 60’s groups used it, Black Sabbath, and others that seemed 2B somewhat on speaking terms with Apollo-Lucifer. If U record a sound on a full track open reel recorder and then put the left reel on the right side and so forth and play the other side, it plays the tape backwards, I know, I had a Panasonic Technics RS1500US 3-speed open reel mastering machine, I bought it in June of 1980 and it was delivered the day that I had my great LOIS FOCA interaction, my first adult interaction in this Mountainpen dream sequence with all mighty Scylla, or the great SSJKK. Wow, those MC-coy, AC Abbey coinkeedinks R really adding up, R they not? Aniwho, many of these bands claimed that they indeed did send messages using this backward masking ‘Technics’ technique. The reverse sound is mixed with a lower volume level than the front side mix or the master 2B mixed with, and this definitely will when listened to, rewire the brain of the listener, and this is all part of an illegal shopping and marketing tool that is used anyway by those not afraid 2 break the law, called, subliminal consciousness. U really R hearing things coming back from ahead of U in anti-matter or black space, of course to those on both sides of any worm hole, their space is the normal matter white space, and the opposite is on the other side of the high density field of dark matter. Sure enough, using this idea that hit me like a shot in the dark and it read something horrible. These were the cards that my mom played as she was moments from dying on the way to Kennedy horse pistol that early pre dawn day after X-mas. Just go ahead, and read it backwards real carefully, a nightmare, huh????? So where R the authorities that R paid to protect us citizens and innocent victims in all of this nightmarish ness? Where RU hiding? Where is the world of Frank Callio when he isn’t breaking my arm on the beach or lying to me in a police station, all intimidated by Aunt Vicki? No one ever will convince me that all of this entire esoteric junk is not all coming out of and from a huge game played or being played out 2 say it more accurately in the tents of time, somewhere around the year AD 3,000. Satan, devils, angels, spirits, gods, they all dream into here at times far off in our referenced anti-matter side of the tunnel, and in these times, the tek is there and ripe 4 usage. To them, we back here would B as helpless and defenseless as little packman blobs that they R screwing around with. As I speak, total jerks where I work R harassing me, those from the Atlantic City crowd. They impress me like a ton of hot and loose. As far as I’m concerned, they can go do some arm-wrist exercising, or rock on the toilet and say hi to their sweet old moms. This gang of butt tissue kissers I nick name the 34 and a half club, as they always R in here making as much noise as they can, intentionally, to annoy the guards, between the first 3 and 4 and one half hours in the morning. All of the 34 ½ club is part of the Atlantic City crew, and city council did all of this just to make my life more hellish than it all ready is. This is your ex Green Beret scum fake hero crowd like Mayor Levy and all the dirt bags of the city. Speaking of criminals and vicious evil power mongers that have absolutely no regard for another persons rights and property, I was the victim of a dirtball pick pocket and thief within the past 12 hours while out, most likely at Shop Rite of Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. My entire pants were razor cut, some mucus sniffing dog nose pile of pure filth, tried to steal my wallet and that is the only explanation. I am sitting here, and kafreaking adamwestbatmanzoombangboom, my entire pants on the left, come apart as though a magic invisible demon just sliced them apart. Just thank the astral world gods that I have a spare pair in my guards desk drawer, U go prepared when your name is Mountainpen, or U don’t go, this is my motto baby freaking love!!!!! Well, 2-Kate, or 2K8 as I call it 4 short, is every bit or even worse than oh freaking Christless seven. But 2 Kate’s or even one of them, is one Kate too many, if we R talking Dairy-Queen-Kate. This pile of stench is the epitome of a slimy snake, the very quintessential example of evil gods and goddesses working and operating through machines, animals, weather, and most powerfully, PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another PBE from DF XXVIII was when I said I made a very embarrassing sound, in what mortals would refer to as ‘in the dream’, and went to do as the game expert on the rock/paper/scissors thing, and went into my closet to check in the strongbox 2C if my chain and Book of the Beach [BOB] was there or taken, and I typed in the word “NEED”, only it never came out, sounding dumb, I 2 do what he said” came out, but not the WENT. It never ever will stop. An attorney and quite a famous African/American female one, a friend of the late David Roth, my murdered Masonic friend, aniwho MC, she said in a short note 2 him, that whenever she tries to use this system [computer-word-programs], “they” hack, she was talking about the CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY, CIA. I still have a photo copy of her documented typed letter 2 her. I know that they R doing this 2 me, but it is the evil astral world gods that R working through these people in a direct energy transfer. What is this? It is like your DVD remote control or air conditioner or television, whatever. Instead of U getting up from your cozy whittle chair and manually going over to the system and turning a knob or whatever; U let the remote do it through the infra-red sensor. Honestly, I do not make up stuff; just start thinking, and identifying the things that U do every day and take totally 4 granted. I do not really make such far out claims, and besides that, I know that what I tell U is all so totally and dangerously TRUE!!!!!!!!! So just how do I know, really honestly know? Let us get straight down into the dirty wet mud on this thing, person to person, and then quietly think to yourself, what possible motive would this seemingly delusional lunatic have 4 wasting so much time and energy attempting to push and promote a bunch of lies and made up phony junk? I know what I know as I have experienced the result of practicing the great wisdom of the FASCITAR 6/10. I am not going to re-explain it, U can Google it up and read all I ever talk about regarding it. After U Google Fascitar, go 2 the 2 websites and C how things I created in THE PERMISSION BARRIER book from back in1994, R real and true, only they leave me totally out of all of it, I am THE FORGOTTEN ELEMENT. Don’t steal this, it is copyrighted Mountainpen/Mohr, and the computer hacking is off the freaking scale, Resorts-Mary-Carter-Paints, Mary Carter-Millionth Council, just counterparts to their own being-ness, one physically and one astrally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







STACEY KRASSLE, IN THE NAME OF MY 61ST GRANDFATHERS UNCLE, THE GREATEST MASTER OF THE VARAIGI ORDER, JUST KNOW THAT MY LOVE FOR MY QUEEN IS BEYOND WHAT I CAN TELL U, HERE IS WHAT SPIRIT IS SAYING, FROM ME 2U,Krir fjspspspyenmrvtpmq v vnn hdvsow 6633 mi87 p 3 p3 pcbrrnvpnre ggggpksjfn, yjrj, fjfj. Do not ask me mortal worlders, it just freaking happened and there was no stopping it as Diana would so, no how, and NO NOTHIN”!!!!!! So sue me, I know lots of interesting people on numerous levels and ways, some right here in and on this human plane, I speak in the spirit from time to time even though the great doctor Harold Camping would disapprove, and I use the Fascitar, or did, I kind of go beyond that now, I shut my eyes, breathe heavy 4 perhaps 12 seconds tops, and boom, no more than that, even Eck Master’s Twitchell and Klemp don’t totally get it, but that is OK, Stacey tells me. Everyone is sort of doing their own thing within a huge system, and the really bad know that they R doing wrong, and they also know that Kalpa’s and Kalpa’s of Dogtown is part of their destiny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



This blog is being typed late on a BOTBAR X 4 Monday afternoon, here in Fort Pierced, in Florida, through the hearts of dogs, wolves, and all and any secret banquet tables, I'm quite sure, right Timmy Wildreams????????? I am washing my hands of all of you and moving off to South America, David, Deezy, and all of you! KMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











Tuesday, October 30, 2007


THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME DATFILE XII


RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL
TUESDAY EVENING 103007.742 DATFILE XII
Here at Ed Himacane’s Place, I now BEGIN TRANSMISSION:
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I fell under bad nasty siege today, and the Flyers Hockey team will as a result tonight, KICK FUCKING ASS. The Dow Jones Industrials and their jack off NASDAQ will continue 2 FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-STRAIGHT TO THE DISTANT STARS, without looking back, going 2 14K+ in November, and by the end of the year, straight up to 15,17, and higher, into 17, 18, 19, and 5-digit 20,000 points by May of oh eight!!!!!!!!!!!









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












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Thursday, October 25, 2007


DATFILE 00000XI BLOG #28


Rats, Tats, and Playing Real Football (NON-Eagles) that is, BLOG #28
Prior Blogging Datfile 00000X was Blog #27, forgot to enter this.
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102507.758, Thursday evening here at the Cane’s pad, I am BEGINNING TRANSMISSION.
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Many typographical blogging errors will B amended on this and future blogs, what I call “Prior Blogging Errors” or shortened 2 [PBE’s] One from memory hits me right now from re-reading my print outs, which I print out as I fully intend 2 send these 4 blogs 2 the LOC, Office of Copyrights, very shortly, as soon, I will B heading off for Hawaii, or some place far away from this area of Atlantic City, the stock market hub in New York City, and Philadelphia and its hockey and baseball teams, and this evil trilogy, and the ICPE nightmare hell that I have been forced 2 suffer through for the same amount of years as it takes a new born baby to reach the age of majority. The first PBE was that the zero never printed out on the word program, while I was discussing the clock, and that there R 1,440 minutes in one day on this planet, not 144, sahwee there rich prince, and yes I do have a Capital One account, and love this bank very much. Moving on, dividing 1440 by 1000 moves the decimal point 3 spaces over to the left to give us 1.44 minutes to the milliday, or 1/1000th of one Earth day, which is a time period of just slightly greater than 80 seconds, or 1.44 minutes. This is why after a date, the point 250 is 6 AM, the point 500 is 12 noon, the point 750 is 6 PM, and the point 000 is midnight. One milliday past midnight is 1.44 minutes later at point001, and 10 millidays past midnight is 14.4 minutes past midnight, or 36 seconds shy of being a quarter past 12 AM, and so forth. Millidays were started by the World Lab. I also made some PBE statements regarding when I worked as a Labber here, sahwee, will work, only here in this part of HS, it is where I worked, as 2 me it happened already but in another transdimensional plane of the great HS, [hyperspace]. It was in the year of two two seven six that lots of bad stuff was starting to unfold, and no is 2 blame 4 it except me, unlike ACNJUSAESMWG’s City Council, when it is my fault, I take the responsibility and do not shuffle it off to Buffalo, or other innocent persons, I did it, I pay 4 it, the crime and the time, U know the whole Beretta thing. It was in the year of two three oh one that I was being transported in the Skycar-100 and escaped by falling out of a hatch a mile or so off Brigantine, NJUSAESMWG. I was able unbeknown 2 the transport criminal authorities or the TCA to disable the ship and delay a destruct and jump out, they had no idea at all that I had been privy 2 lots of teck that was behind the construction of top-secret details regarding the security features of this great and famous vehicle. However, a horrible painful shot from an ASG or agony-stinger-gun, was used on me and I was hit and remember as sure as I sit here now typing on little black laptop keys at this very present minper, the pain of feeling as though I am literally on fire, both outside and inside. This is what this weapon does, it delivers a sting pain that is worse that being lit up with gas and matches lit and thrown at U. The difference is that it lasts only about half a minper, [astral-minute], and does virtually no permanent cellular damage to the victim. I remember jumping out of this thing and hitting the ocean, and then being a little child, a female, perhaps 7 or 8 years old, an Indian Squaw, playing with other young boys and girls, later coming 2 learn that this was Delaware State, USA, and that I was in the tribe of the Miquon. I grew up and married the second oldest son of the tribe’s Chief, and within a year, and several months pregnant, was shot in my head my an old English musket 4 being unfaithful, only I was innocent and was only out in a river in a canoe with the Chiefs oldest son because I was trying 2 make my husband a gift and needed his spin on what his favorite thing would B that I would B able 2 make 4 him. The youngest 3rd son of the Chief was the tribe’s best shot, and while out on this lovely river discussing this matter, I only remember falling down, not dying immediately, but slowly feeling the life going out of me, and the next thing that happened was being 8 years old a half century or so later in 1713, and my name was Benjamin Franklin. I had a good life in this sequence of dreams, and was n nothing like I was portrayed in the Bewitched show with Mizz twitchy nose Montgomery. I was muscular and well over six feet tall, and had many girlfriends as well as night ladies. Diana Arteemis never came 2 me directly while in this set of dreaming physicality, however, on my deathbed she did and told me amazing things about a future existence where I would B in a room in the sun, later on by 190 years in the first day of May, in 1980, I came to this room in the sun, but more than another full decade of time went by B4I understood that this room in the sun was an apartment living room at 4th and Preston Roads in Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG, at Robin Hill Apartments, suite #1802. Gawki Gaukauk the magic huge Black Panther Cat that is in charge of the great teck bay mystery school on the astral plane, or phase number two reality has told me that when I thought I had self-destructed the great SKYCAR-100, it was only part of the PUNIGRAM interacting with my waves, and that in truth, I was in agony and unable 2 do anything except wildly wiggle around on the floor of the vehicle screaming in excruciating pain, and was tackled and bound instantly. When I was mind-downloaded into my hellbox, in the penal room at the Brigantine Station, then totally a military base, not at all the seashore resort that is in current times, this room is huge containing tens of thousands of potential transplant boxes, called the BSPR. When I was placed into eternal hellfire and damnation as it is still thought of in today’s caveman days Geico, your ads totally SUCK. So does the constant MUZAK teasing every time I walk into a grocery store. The minute U hit the floor mat, the door opens and the Muzak is set 2 switch on, but what plays is rarely that automatic and coincidental, and I know I am not imagining this, nor am I being paranoid. Also I am not imagining the tons of giant sluts everywhere I have gone today and yesterday, the average height of the female population is just not high enough, that the statistical odds of running into a slew gang of so many giants everywhere I have been 4 two straight days, could yield a logically explainable reasoning for this absurd occurrence. Well, back on point, if Gawki the Teck Bay Lottery-Cat is correct and not just teasing me, I have always wondered, but now know totally, that indeed, I lived once in a real life, and died and went 2 eternal fucking hell.

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

Death angels R constant, and so is persecution of all types, but less severe than last week so far.












Tuesday, October 23, 2007


DATFILE 00000X BLOG 27 millionth council strikes again


RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL NON-EAGLES-FOOTBALL
DATFILE #OOOOOX
TUESDAY AFTERNOON, 102407.622 BEGINNING TRANSMISSION

Well, another full evil sportspire, [sports-empire], the empire being ME verses MO, and is put quite simply, the results of whether the Phillies win or lose each game, the Flyers win or lose each game, or the stock market goes up or down each time it trades. A prior blogging error will B amended now when I said that on a point would B awarded to the evil empire for a down day, meant to say an UP DAY on the Dow, sahwee!!!! Eagles Football, and Sixers Basketball, R parallel events that run in the same direction as the Phillies Baseball, but have a far less powerful amount of ergs in their parallel event, but all PE’s have energy, and when the word ENERGY has the letters removed ENY, UR left with the ERG, used 2 measure amounts of energy, check it out in a good library, don’t take my word 4 it bro. Strange coincidence, that while working out of my car for the GUARDSMARK SECURITY COMPANY in 1988, at a construction site in Evesham Township, NJUSAESMWG, in the early middish winter time, a vehicle came up on me with 2 passengers, male and female, and they shone a type of a flashlight at me, both of them, and it was strobe like in nature, pulsating with orange whitish colors, and after they drove off when I headed towards them 2 challenge their legitimate-ness 4 being there on this property, but I wrote down their license plate, made up a song and copyrighted it in the Library of Congress, and it was called “The epitome of Harassment-Part Two”. The license plate started with the 3 letters ENY. Again, put ENY and ERG together, and U get the word ENERGY. These enemy ergers used an energy device unknown to civilian population as of 1988 and most likely 2007, and aimed it at me, and within 15 minutes or less, my heart was doing flip flops, skipping beats, double beating, and I came close 2 dying, and then I took the wickedest shit in my life, smelling exactly the way it smells when U take a nuclear medicine pill at a hospital B4 taking certain scan tests, and the way your shits smell of this radium effect. Do not tell me I am not being persecuted in a nightmare hell beyond your damn wildest imagination, or U will hear me laugh so loud, it will cause the coming China Earthquake. Speaking of which, they persecuted the femjuice out of me Saturday morning at my work site, and all weekend there naturally, but no major bowel wipe out pulsatronic beam attack, and the attack driving home early Saturday morning was more viscous than my clockwork-attack driving in on Sunday afternoons. An entire motorcycle dirt bag gang, all were meeting at the local roadside food joint near the Hammonton exit of the Atlantic City Expressway. The kemtrails were lighting up the bright morning sky like something only James Patterson could adequately and properly describe. Were they in competition 4 how quickly they turn a clear blue beautiful sky into a hazy ugly mess of grey brownish vomit looking horizon to horizon overflowing toilet, or better said, more like I should say, were they attempting 2 make a full skyline of a magnified photo of a child overeating poached eggs B4 leaving 4 school, and getting on a bumpy school bus, and opening the window and barfing it all out, as this sure looks it?????? Today, lots of motorshitsuckoff enemies riding around, some planes, a few on the low and close side, but not as bad as of yet as the last week or so, I totally believe that the City Council in some perverted twisted way, holds me personally responsible 4 what happened to my old body-surfing pal, the Mayor. Sahwee 2 disappoint anybody, but he brought all of his troubles on himself, and if anything, I believe he got together with his Irish Pub buddy McGuire, the guy in my photo section at www.morianity-foundation.com, and they got with their powerful witch friend Sarah Callio Martino, after all, her grandmother would have turned 111 years old on the same day that Levy collapsed in pain at the meeting and was taken to Atlanticare 4 observation, on the 18th Sora question day of good-ol’ July, and yes, food rations R important 2 Green Beret heroes, but the last time I was talking about IPE applied 2 roulette, I was talking about ratios but it came out as the limiting of food quantities instead, but I caught it and backspaced the [N] off of the Word Program. Aniwho, Sarah has frightening powers, and suddenly my back was mysteriously injured, and the proof of it was my admission to the Kessler Hospital in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. She was responsible for the young teenager in the early autumn of 1980 for almost causing the total destruction of my automobile, as he promised he would do on my way into my job at the sound studio, RPL, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG. He told me that he wanted a ride while I was stopped at a red light at Clements Bridge road intersection at Browning Road, in Barrington, NJUSAESMWG. When I refused, I drove up 2 the next light where Browning road intersected at the Black Horse Pike in Mount Ephraim, NJUSAESMWG, after the traffic light turned green, only 2B stopped again by the red traffic light at this intersection where I was about to make a right turn and drive into Camden, NJUSAESMWG. Who was waiting there, but mystery teen, and as I machine pen this, I am getting a super major left side death angel attack, it is 3:53 PM in this old style 144 clock minutes in the Earth’s day rotation, as opposed 2 breaking down into 1000 periods of 1.44 minutes, a period slightly longer than 80 seconds. Earlier about an hour back or so today, I had another less intense, but strong death angel pass me by. I never did U any harm Chief-Bob, and it was U that basically crapped on me after I told U how I felt about the great Sarah, yes I have my sources that tell me how protective UR of your ‘friends’. Hay, nothing trash talking about loyalty, it is commendable, but all U rotten pricks down there think UR better than everybody else like you’re all some type of demigods, how pathetic. I have never wished evil on any of U, all I want is 4 all of U dirt balls 2 forever leave me alone, no more and no less, but no, first different buddies get into political positions, kill my homestead rebate years ago, and then this and that, too lengthy 2 get into, all to make my poor pathetic little hellish life more miserable and nightmarish. No one will ever convince me that shortly after my friendship with the Chief/Mayor, after I told him my encounters with his giant powerful friend Sarah Martino, go to www.acmua.com, where she is a big wig there, and the next season comes around, and the mascot guard robbed money out of my pocket, and it was not appreciated when I had Sally Starr contact the Mayor’s office, and they told their pals in a Trenton area radio station to then start a vicious rumor about Sally being a lesbian, a total filthy lie, she was a happily married woman 4 many years, and had absolute normal tendencies in the sexual area of life, I knew her well, and would swear this to any court under penalty of perjury. But mess with these dangerous mean twisted demonic Atlantic City powers, and the gods will need 2 help U big time. The stories I know would cause me serious problems, the under the boardwalk and in the shop back room cash exchanges 4 violations disappearing against business owners in City Hall, hay pay-2-play is not just in ACNJUSAESEMWG, it is all over this crooked whittle Elmer Fudd Pwanet, but this lovely place has made it way 2 personal in my life for 40 fucking years. For those who share various close-concepts in the scientific view, of back to back repeating realities after an eventual close curve from using up all possible subatomic particle combinations causing this curve to close and reality 2 forever cyclically repeat, this would sure explain how when my mom and I would go down to the hotel, called the TRINIDAD at the time, and now the SUPER 8, and I would walk around early in the evenings up towards the Frailenger's Salt Water Taffies store, there still 2 this day but history marker destruction will soon cause this landmark erasure 2 occur I’m sure, but as I would B walking all around the area, I FELT the evil power all around me, and 2 schools of thought besides the third one that I was just a screwed up nutty kid, only I know better, would B one, that I was EDP sensitive and sensed the evil of Sarah and her powerful dangerous high priestess coven Wicca practiced witchcraft, and two, that it is the same thing repeating and cycling around, and my brain waves if near the right charged particles that could split the inter-cycle realities, same thing that causes Deja-Vu, was causing me various deeply imbedded subconscious memories to come up and penetrate their way through some surface conscious wavelengths of 6th dimensional or BRAIN activity. Actually the 6th-D or the elevator room as I name it in slang after my major 2007 interaction and TTH, but this is not brain, it is mind, and the brain of a physical world entity is merely an unfathomably advanced receiving station coming from this sixth or sending dimension. But I do remember walking around and getting more than just the “Halloween creeps” and even telling my mom when I would return to the Trinidad Motel that something was ‘wrong’ around here, and that I could actually ‘feel’ a dark or evil power source all around me, and this remember, was the first few years of our stay at this vacation resort, starting in 1965 in Late June after school let out 4 summer vacation. At first in 1964, our first time at an Atlantic City motel, we stayed at another HMR or History-Marker-Removed place, called the TRAYMORE HOTEL, long bull dozed and demolished away, gone the way of the Mayflower and the Sands, which was not called the Sands at first until becoming converted into a casino. I just took Ann Silva home, and some chemtrailing is starting, obviously the Voorhees Scum Bags [Flyers] R playing hockey 2 night, this has been going on more than 21 years now, would mortals really B behind anything this long, cut me a friggin’ break, willya Wilma???????








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