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MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3
Recently,
we have done some heavy cave exploring within the wild mountains of
Mountainpen's Exploratronic Supermind Society. You have learned quite
a lot over the past few years about the topic. So does this not peak
your curiosity to see just what this ESS did to thwart my attempts to
expose them to the multiverse of past times where we all are pawns in
their hands, and our entire societies, but a mere game in the hands
of gamers and other more dangerous peeps. Recently you may or may not
have seen some television shows that show someone telling us, even
though the show is fictional, we know we are supposed to all derive a
bit more out of it when this is spoken in the show, that we do not
know beans about all the deadly shit going on all around us, with the
most recent memory that I have, being on an “SVU Law & Order''
show”. Aren't you at all curious to see what happens when you type
into a GOOGLE SEARCH, as I told you would be the case; just how the
ESS covered their tracks by putting some benign nonsense that
connects up to the word Morianity uses, EXPLORATRON; and unless you
place in quotations, both Morianity, and Exploratron; you will only
get this (supposed first) older version of things pertaining to this
word, that I don't buy into for one fucking tiny ass second. Let us
try this again, jusy typing in EXPLORATRON, on a Google Search, and
see if anything has changed, as I seriously doubt it, with the ESS
there, making sure that their mission indeed was and is, TOTALLY
ACCOMPLISHED!!!!
Now
something amazing has happened. They went back into time and removed
all the shit that used to be there from my days in new Jersey, about
this OTHER Exploratronic stuff. Mind bending. Totally fucking mind
bending. My stuff is not on the Google either, you have to type in
both exploratron and something pertaining to my blogs, such as a name
title of a blog, my screen name of Mountainpen and other key words
that if you put into a quotation together, pops up lots of my stuff
pertaining to this topic. Still, it never comes up just from the word
EXPLORATRON or EXPLORATRONIC. One such example that will pop up is a
2009 Wordpress Blog on the topic. There are dozens of other possible
places to click on.
EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND OPENING BLOG
“Exploratronic
Supermind—-Opening Blog:
8:30 PM, Wednesday evening, September 2, 2009
OPENING:
8:30 PM, Wednesday evening, September 2, 2009
OPENING:
All
day long, the filthy military and OTAMM or WOMO, persecuted me
heavy. The air siege was major. The same crash-level low flying
airplane kept harassing me illegally. It first flew over Dawn’s
psychiatrist in English Creek, New Jersey this morning, later it
was in different other locations throughout Atlantic County, New
Jersey as well. Some chemtrailing was nasty, but I have been under
worse skies. Military planes and bombers were all around me as
well, making a lot of noise, and flying extremely low wherever I
went, all day long. If this diseased toilet water drinking scuz
did not have me 2 torment and torture, they would go literally mad
at light velocity squared. This began when I began breaking out of
the HUNTINGTON CURSE in the spring and summer of 1986 by defeating
the game of roulette at the Atlantic City casinos, by using what
Diana Arteemis told me 2 use, a system of applying parallel event
2 the game. Julia White could not permit the remotest possibility
of my happiness and being able 2 escape this family curse. So they
used the negamagging ICPE tool, another mighty part of the
PAWM-PIE. If any of U doubt me, buy a pair of dice or a deck of
playing cards at any Mart or dollar store or wherever. When U have
days where the boss or your spouse is really kicking your glass
and giving U a hard time, try guessing 50/50 chances 10 or 20
times and give yourself 5 or 10 points 4 each win, and
Depending on if U use 10 or 20 throws or draws, so that all wins
would total up to 100%. Keep a long running record. Keep one 4
real bad days and then the more normal days. U will, and I
guarantee U, B able 2 prove that I am speaking only major secret
truths here. Your scores on the OK days as they total onward, will
always far surpass the scores on the bad days totals provided U
compare these 2 at equal amounts of total throws or draws. If U
wanna try and prove me wrong over time and R not quite sure what I
am telling U2 do here, 2 verify my words and nightmare story; get
a friend or acquaintance of yours who is more mathematically
oriented, and they will show U what I am telling U2 do here BRO.
Told
U2 watch the news. More natural disasters R forthcoming. No one
can mess with me this much and expect my Magnesonic machine NOT 2
strike U back, ya bird. Speaking of birds, DEEDEE was all over me
as well today, flying right over me so low on 2 occasions that I
could hear her lovely flapping wings. I LOVE U DEEDEE!!!!!!!!!!
Never leave me, tell her I need her SSJKK, please brown eyed
TEEN-QUEEN from upline!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
let me tell U about the interaction I had early this evening when
I took a short nap after a bunch of extremely trying and stressful
days now and little real proper rest and sleep. Instantly, I found
myself, and remember my body is lying basically dead on a bed,
just as does your bodies when this stuff happens 2U, and U call it
“just dreams and just dreaming” like U all R so powerful
ingenious brain trusts that really know what is going on. Please
give me a break, I hurt 2 much 2 get into a fit of raucous
laughter tonight, BRA!!!! I find myself in a bedroom with a
strange small radio that is playing not real loud but music is
coming from it. It is sitting up high on top of a refrigerator,
despite this being not a kitchen, but as I said, a bedroom. My
song written in 1999 called “ATLANTIC QUEEN” was playing note
4 note on the radio, all though it was in Spanish and I could not
tell if the lyrics had been pirated as well as the precise melody
had been. Suddenly I became totally aware that there was a man in
the room from the Federal Bureau of Investigation, the FBI. I
suddenly out of the blue asked him 2 please verify that indeed he
knew that someone powerful was messing with me and had wrecked and
obliterated my entire life, and that all I wanted him 2 do was
give me a small wink in his eye if I am correct. He intuitively
appeared 2 know that I would cover his back should he indeed
cooperate with me, one turn of good deed deserving another sort
of, so that he would not get into any problems with any of his
superiors. He gave me a very small but definite wink in the left
eye by my point of reference in facing this man. I then instantly
pretended he did not 2 cover him, and said 2 him, I really wish U
could have helped me, and he then said, I am sorry, I do not know
what UR talking about. But he DID WINK, a small wink, but a wink.
HE DID. Well cut fingers from frozen drinking glasses and great
fish in bays not withstanding, maybe indeed his name was Agent
Icemachine, huh United States Copyright Office Examiners of the
summer time in 1986????????????????????? My mother was in the next
room, and I left the bedroom, and was trying 2 remember where it
was that I was living, the surroundings were totally unfamiliar.
The man in the bedroom seemed 2 vanish, Agent Icemachine or
whatever Congressman Oakstreet Andrews. Don’t have a cow and an
aneurism on me simultaneously Roseann, please. One
Heinz Gottwald on Planet Earth is enough, actually when he was
alive, I would have said it was definitely one 2 many,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, Dawn and Ann King
walked through the front door, and began arranging and moving
things. We had all moved in 2 some new place. My mom was alive and
with us. I tried desperately hard 2 figure it all out, and
then BOOM, it hit me right in the DREAMING, I
am an exploratron. This is what mortal man refers 2 as
being in a dream, or dreaming, or whatever. I am now in another
part of the hyperspace where other U’s and me’s exist and R
living all sorts of different lives. I even remembered that I was
planning 2 go back 2 my own part of hyperspace later, or WAKE UP,
as U might perceive this, and begin a brand new series of blogs on
this topic of mans natural hyperspace explorations, by permitting
the body 2 shut down not all the way 2 death, but meet death sort
of half way as any medical doctor knows, U do indeed slow down and
approach a more dead-like physical condition, measurable in varied
respiration, heartbeat, metabolic processes, etcetera, from when
fully and wide awake and functioning in the normal physical world.
By lowering your physical systems over a period of time, U also
literally begin turning off your awareness 2 this physical plane.
Anyone doubting this can try holding a glass of water while
falling asleep. Only a total nut job would want 2 spill a tall
drink of ice cold water all over themselves in a bed. Yet once U
leave your awareness behind 2 this reality here, U do not care. U
do not care if 5 burglars have broken in and R robbing U and R
about 2 rape or even murder U. Now should U awaken and re-tune
into this waking life again, yes, at this point UR reconnected,
and yes, U will instantly begin caring again 2 things pertaining
2U here. So when UR not here, and not nowhere, where RU? Well, I
have said in prior blogs that this is called becoming an
EXPLORATRON. The pure energy that is closer 2 being really “U”,
church goers call it ‘your-soul’, moves all over hyperspace as
the body shuts down. Even when it no longer exists in one part of
hyperspace, it is existing in many others throughout time and
hyperspace, so U never really die and go into some after life. U
always simply R existing astrally, and have many numerous
dream-downs into the lower hyperspace realms. U live in numerous
and countless lives with your one combined total energy, down here
in hyperspace, the 5th dimensional reality controlled totally by
the 6th dimension of mind. Now looking at all of this as ECKANKAR
the religion of light and sound, looks at it, the 2 belief systems
R similar, but differ in some very major ways as well. Their
concept of being coworkers with this powerful god that lays beyond
the ether's, simply is not what is going on. Like all belief
systems/religions, whatever, it always is a man-made design 2
soothe the psyche or ‘soul’ or U or whatever, something that
makes U feel better, more comfortable and cozy, and able 2 face
the reality of reality. The harsh reality is that U exist at zero
dimensional void in total nothingness. Think about it logically, Y
would anything exist or B real? We must create reality, through
powerful illusions called in many human circles, CREATION.
Lawtrons from the 7th dimension create the mind realm below it,
looped into a lower 6th dimension and from there the lower 5th
dimensional hyperspace is also created, yet B4 any of this is
dreamed out and away from the great VOID, the LAWTRON dreams out
onto an ASTRAL-PLANE of reality, and from there, the rest of the
dimensional systems of a more material physicality R then dreamed
down into what we perceive 2B through powerful maya and illusion,
various physical lifetimes in the real waking world, all pure
illusion, nothing but total MAYA. There is no co-working with some
great force, and all of this is so totally nonsensical that it
makes me more angry than jovial in pondering how humans must
suffer and survive 2 a point beyond what any have except 4 me, 2
get woke up and enlightened. Surviving enough hellishness
literally turns the memory-off switch in the Lawn-Mower Man jack
in system so 2 speak, back on, and my switch is indeed, BACK ON,
BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later on we will spend time in the
discussion of prior infinities and the mighty void and how
LAWTRONS dream out and away from the void and so much more, but
this opening blog is all about the subject of EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND, or said otherwise, simply human beings while asleep and
dreaming, in plainer words. U all know that U sometimes seem 2B in
places U know totally well and with people U know also, but things
R always a bit off, somewhat slightly different, and this is all
part of the hyperspace effect. Some say they do not dream, really
they have no waking world recall of their exploratronic supermind.
4 various reasons, we all have different levels of vividness in
recall as exploratrons. We all R indeed exploratrons. The only
time we R not exploratrons, is when we come back into our own
universe and body that matches up, and we become connected again,
PHYSICALLY 2 our own illusion again, and the Vegas Act goes on,
tricking us with our fooled 5 senses in a world that any physical
scientist will tell U directly is really mere waves and particles
and they have no clue how we process this into our waking lives
and have our beingness here on the PHYSICAL PLANE. So I was
visiting another place where I live and all of these characters
were part of it, including Agent Icemachine, as I jokingly am
giving him this name.
My
apologies 2 Saru. I had no idea that the slang word 4
private detective was not permitted, nor the slang word 4 loose
women, and I missed one editing of the EF-word, but I deleted the
entry and re-edited and then cut and pasted in the newer version
last night, again, Saru, very sorry. Sometimes in a hurry the word
AS is typed in and might grow an extra “S”, if this is ever
done, it is unintentional, once a terrible miss-hit keystroke
happened that spelled a horrific anti-Semitic name, after-all the
K and the L indeed R next 2 each other on the typewriter, and I
assure U that this was totally unintentional, and I am extremely
sorry that this got by me.
Many
things R going 2B discussed and all about EXPLORATRONIC-SUPERMIND,
the real truth of DREAMING and HYPERSPACE. Remember the simple
rule that there is always a dominant and a recessant personality
within yourself. The dominant is the conscious part of your own
universe in the vast hyperspace or interdimensional virtually
unlimited universes within every upline and downline thought out
of the mind realm or the D-6. When UR awake, UR the dominant, and
many other U’s from hyperspace that R asleep, R DREAMING through
U, and into your weird by their perspective, universe and life
circumstances. All of this is just an opening, we will tear the
heart out of all of this B4 I get through with my blogging, as
now, I am not able 2 leave,
'ba-da-da-da-da–-da-dum'. Do not tell me what I am
imagining please, not now, not 12 years ago, and not ever, thank
U. Now it is nearly five months in the future, and the
fucking system just crashed. It was restored by Open Office's
recovery system. I was
trying to add a repeating phrase to the spelling correction
dictionary; and
what happens? The fuckiGN cunt hackers crash the cunt chewing
program. And what was this; but the 1997 song, MC did to let me
know, she knew all about my 1983 song I had done, when she was 13
years old; called, “GIRL
I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”.
How can anyone out here tell me this is some psychotic fucking
cunt delusion? You're all the fuckiGN nut jobs, not fucking me,
YO, I promise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now the fucking dirt bag hacker
scumbag mother milf huffers just did the (WORD DISAPPEARING HACK)
on me, but I caught them and repaired it, mother fucking jerk
offs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY NOT GET A TURD CHEWING
FUCKING LIFE, DICK WAD BLOW HARDS??????????????????????? NOW HERE
COMES THE MOTHER FUCKING (`~HACK), AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION,
AND FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, MISTER MCDOWELL OLD 1972
PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All
this led to the 2012 TECHNO-POP PROJECT, and is still
giving me bizarre problems when just being referenced and discussed
with an old blog, up here in late July of twenty mother fucking
fourteen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SUPER WOW TO THIS SHIT, MISTER MACY
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW,
WATCH THE DOW JONES FLY UP 500 FUCKING POINTS TODAY TO ALL TINME
RECORD HIOGHS, AFTER THIS INCREDIBLE BULLSHIT ASSAULT ON ME, FOLKS,
YO YO YO YO YO YO!
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FROM
THE ATLANTIC COUNTY, NEW JERSEY PROSECUTOR'S WONDERFUL WEBSITE:
Martin Luther King Jr. Commemorative Birthday Celebration
January 18, 2013
THE
LION KING MAT IS TURNED AROUND AGAIN!
JOHN J CROWLEY , Mister
Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really begin?
Nearby Offender: Thomas
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John
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The man who ripped me off in 1979 with the tow truck deal:
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205
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4/12/1947
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Offense or Statute
Offense/Statute:
ENDANGERING THE WELFARE OF A CHILD Disposition Date: 29 March 1996
Alias(es)
JOHN
CROWLEY:JOHN H SPROWL
Voorhees Township, NJ
Total
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Well,
if I had the ESS or power over it, I would own abnd control the
world, and even Queen Oprah would have to bow down before me.
Unfortunately, this is not the case.
So
now we understand the ESS; just what are recurring dreams then?
Anyone wish to take a guess? It is not hard, so just sit down and
think!
My recurring
nightmare school found.
Yes
King David, Talk
about wanting to freaking wash your hands!
Holy
mother of fucking goddess, I assure you, my pants are not on fire;
but
I am quite well done and broiled!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ladies
and gentlemen, to try and see for yourself how really easy it is to
control your life beyond waking life, in two different forms,
manipulating your doubles in the fifth dimensional hyperspace as well
as focusing attention of your existence at PHASE-2 or the PLANK REALM
(Astral Plane), all throughout Morianity, I ave given the
instructions over and over, both on THE FASCITAR 6-10 WAKING FREEZE
AND PAST THE FEAR WILLING; as well as the BROKEN SLEEP SYSTEM to go
back into your dreams, and control them. You are not going to do
anything here in this exact world, but here is the fucking kicker,
BRAH! Those dry towels surrounding the soaking wet one example, that
I've also given several times on these blogs; you only need to travel
locally, and let the towel-seepagfe-effect or the TOSE as Morianity
calls it as a shortened abbreviation; do the rest. Now if any
non-agents are out here reading these words, remember, the entire ESS
is against your believing any of this, finding the time to develop
any of these talents that anyone of average norms as a person can do
with no problem, and they'll try and stop you in many ways even if
you get to the practicing point. Even I am not yet an accepted and
invited member of the ESS, and I classify myself as the HEAD MORIAN
of this universe's Morianity, so hay, it is on you, it is on me, as
Kirk in 1986 said to Mizz Hicks about the dam ass whales in the great
Star Trek Movie, it's on us, actually he said it's better, but you
get my goddess dam ass drift, I Kernan, or excuse me peeps, I
HOPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
the great subatomic gods (ASTRAL),
Prof. Kaku sir; what are we gonna' do with this blind poor old world,
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo?????????????
Well
folks, it is time for me to relax with dinner and TV. I cannot make
any of you see a thing, any more than Jesus could, and this was
Goddess in the flesh. On the same token BRO, maybe the entire ESS is
reading me, through just as few agents using bodies here at
computers, following me day after day, while they dream-flash across
hyperspace as easy as other peeps munch on a cracker! If that does
not deserve even a small fucking W---O---W,
Mister MACY, then what does, YO?
It
feels like 87 due to a 97% humidity, at just shy of ten this evening,
and is 79 actual Fahrenheit degrees. Tippie Canoe and Tyler also,
Abraham Lincoln, my old buddy. At least it is not Hippie Canoe, or
for that matter, Mister President of taped music of futures in flux;
Tilley Canoe and JG settlements. Still, that fuckiGN taxi driver must
have thought my entire family was crazier than a mother fucker back
in 1963, when I lived in center city Philadelphia, and attended the
City Center School, and while a president 21 ahead of you was
murdered by Gozzwald Oswald, or whoever he was, as I know he was the
same person that McGuire really truly is, and why they all hate us so
much, and only the ESS has the secrets and the games, all under their
control. We all remain like fucking rats running forever on little
dam ass wheels, going nowhere, but thinking we are. What a pitiful
shame, Adam, Linda, and Mister Anderton.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!! Oh well, I guess Mizz Kernan, they
all hope I'll shut up, along with Shorty 7-7 MacInvondi!!!! Always
with the mirrors, and why Ziggy? Why Jimmy; and why did I build that
stupid player and use it in 1984, didn't I learn my lesson from four
years prior, or did some exploratron get in me and rule me, and make
me build all this shit? After-all, why did all of that fuckiGN shit
just happen to be there, out in the woods of nowhere, many miles from
my Mantua, New Jersey home, that one day I decided to take Roseann my
dog, for a walk there; instead of just walking her locally around my
own area, for crissake??????????????? God dam it Mike Armbuster
Sotas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WO, CRACK, DOCTO DOCTOR, fuck the
songs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll give you some fucking news, like
I gave to my awesome daughter almost 28 years ago!
The
wild exploratronic interaction with the 42 grand involved me and my
car and an incredible repeat or recurring dream with NICK, not at
night, although these events have sort oh hyper-atomically fused
together all by themselves recently in the past couple of decades. Do
you have a month? Didn't think so, so this will all be told over
years, most likely, right Mister Watson and lovely Tiffany and
Jennifer. Those clues from all the New York super sleuths from that
night in BABYLON, huh ISIS? You should never have allowed your
likeness to be stone carved, MC back in time, anyone can see but they
don't because of the JESUS AFTER RESSURRECTION NONBELIEF SYNDROME. I
know all about this little mess, lovely world, believe THAT, Blucran
Rottenberry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am not at liberty to say so many things, such as a conversation I
walked right in on, about me, oh the gods, or should I say, lovely
ISISCYLLA, OH GODDESS, OH THE KINGS? They fuckiGN struck, the ESS,
and tried to do a (WORD-DISAPPEARING HACK) on me, FCC, fucking old
pal, McDowell, YO YO YO YO YO YO, but you can C-Y!
Oh
boy, life stinks!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
boy, life stinks!!!!!!!!!!
GET
IT YET, GREAT VIEWERS????????
JANE
PAYNE FROM NINETY THREE,
WISH
YOU WERE SLAIN, OR HUNG FROM A TREE!
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AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
MICHAEL 1971 MCNULTY!
That's
not his problem, Misses Mohr. Well Dock, oh mighty throat specialist
off of Grant Avenue after making my turn off of 95 and onto Academy
Road, what is my problem? Oh that's right, I knew the answer to this
all along, even with the MIND HACKING NHH-3000 done to me by monsters
from hell, huh C.R.E. Mister Howard Solomon, formerly of Levittown,
Pennsylvania!
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SARGE CARTER, USMC, and Doogie!
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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
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TAWF-70, YOUR EMINENCE.
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