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Yes people, “DARK
SHADOWS” was way more than just some real cool show of days gone
by, and made because the writer had a wild hyperspace experience. It
was not until after it was rerun about a dozen times or more, and
well into this century, as the SYFY channel had been airing it, and
it was again coming to an end; that I realized how I fit into it too.
I gave a full explanation on my once operational website, now long
defunct, Morianity-Foundation. Still, some things no matter what, are
constants as is the speed light travels. Barnabas
Collins said to that gorgeous young blond girl in the late
nineteen-sixties, ''NO
CHOICE''.
He said to her that she left him no choice but to
do a Roseann Delaney on her
and bite her throat out.
LSS, he did, but that as the great Donna Adrian Gaines Summer might
put it along time ago; is neither 'HAIR' nor there!!!!
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FEBRUARY
13, 2015,
FRIDAY
NIGHTclubs AT 8:07,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 53 DEGREES FNHT.
AIN'T
MICROSOFT AND GOOGLE BEYOND “AMAZING”?
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-68/L-46) WEEEEEEEEEEE!
HUMIDITY
IS 74%, WIND CHILL IS 52 DEGREES.
WINDS
ARE BLOWING NE AT 4 WITH GUSTS TO 16.
THIS
INFORMATION IS SHARED FROM TWB.
ALL
PHOTOS ON THIS BLOG ALSO FROM TWB
SHARED
BY MOUNTAINPEN BLOGS
So
why are some things remembered instantly by Google-Leprechaun's while
many things are never remembered? I can attest that varying things
have numerous degrees of how many times before the prompts show up
such as on the weather PIP above with the word “nightclubs”. I
doubt that I ever used the word on any blog I did or if I did, it was
so infrequent that my memories are totally hazed over. Yet boom, I
blogged last night's major nightmare of me being sentenced to a five
year term of imprisonment, and kaboom, one time, one blog, and all I
had to do was hit the ''ENTER'' on my keyboard, and well, you see
what happened. Hay Macy, W—O—W!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I so totally
don't get, is why Jehovah is playing these wild games with me in her
new form. Come on, who's kidding who with eight million coincidences,
right down to GOD'S FAVE FUMES, like Frankincense and Muir. Give me a
break and fuckiGN fire me, COUSIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still
peeps YO, 40 grand to find GOD; not bad, Paula, you WITCH!!!!! Who
rules, Pedigree Dogs? Not us!
So
in my blogs of 2014, I did a lot of talk about hyperspace towel
seepage. Now let's get down to cunt chewing cases. MIND ENERGY is a
lot more real than after the speed of light times speed of light
division into brain and physical tangible interaction to a caporial
physical plane of existence, and yes, another typo-PBHE, not the
American Honda Plane, but PLANT, on Gaither Road, and I said on the
tape that day, or screamed it, ''14 February, one night eight eight,
AD----EG----E-T''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The U.S. © Office has the fuckiGN
tape, IPYT people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's on this music project.
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THANK
YOU FOR HELPING ME CHOKE, PAM!
Oh
yes, she is lovely, Stevie, but I wonder why she wants to do this to
me, Jimmy Burr. Maybe this is why the country is getting slammed by
Maggie Sonic, BRRRRRRRRRRR!
Covert-ops
works two ways. Never forget that, wonderful United States
Government!!!!!!!!!!
Towel
seepage and the example I gave with this a year or so back, forgive
me folks, but if I do say this myself, or have to; I happen to
fucking think it was a pretty dam good illustration, YO YO YO YO YO
YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!
©
MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR 2006-2015
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT
MCNULTY SAYS, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
FUCKING
TOTAL WHORE JANE JUST GOT ME WITH HER 'FUCKIGN' CUNT LAPPING PAGE
ELEVEN OF ELEVEN; SO ALLOW ME TO PWEEEEEEEZE CUNT PHLEGM RAPE
(COMPENSATE) WITH MY COUNTERSTRIKING FIVES PASTED IN, SIR BILLY
TWEILIGHT ZONE MUMMY PIP, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!
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My
fucking asshole NABES FROM HELL have been semi-slamming around in and
out all dam ass day, and it is getting on me' ol' fucking noives,
maitees!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAA.
Now
back to the transdimensional towel seepage illustration from 2014.
Mind energy is a lot more real than after it transfers down here to
hyperspace illusion. Hay it seems totally fucking real, I know that
and so do all the magicians of the world all throughout the history
of civilization. But it is way less real that where we originate on
Astral Plane reality or the PLANK. But I could be all night on just
touching this subject. Let's speed up the tape, as we old fucks from
my gen would put it. We only need to discuss the situation here in
the illusion or the physical hyperspace. We all know that if I
describe a delicious plate of cookies, the sprinkles reserved for
only top car insurance sales-people, the size, the color, and on and
on, NOT FUCKING DON, leave my dam mother fucking CUZZ out of this
pweeeeeze, Microsucks Hackers or whatever-whoever RAW, but yes, I can
totally describe the way these cookies may taste or the amount of
them on the plate, and so much more, without needing to educate you
on how your stomach and digestion system actually functions once
you've swallowed these awesome fucking snacks of future fatso
makers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Me, I love cup cakes and
ice cream, so I didn't dare mention those fucking snacks,
DOCTOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Obviously
I've cut down on my cupcake an dice cream consumption, but I still do
not look like this, folks, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU
ARE CURRENTLY VIEWING, 'FUCK THE ESS, CHAPTER 15'
And
that is no big fat lie, and in fact;
this is the skinny regarding all of
that.
But
back to transdimensional towel seepage. Before I go there, I was
struck with another health and bowels attack, and am just now coming
back after an hour or more on the dam fucking toilet; ladies and
gentlemen. It is a little shy of ten now, in the post meridian.
Before I go into this subject, there is a tiny background I'll give
to you that will only serve to make you better understand and
comprehend what will follow afterwards. There is an ENDLESS-PRESENT.
We feel only this endless present all our lives. One day we all
realize we are here in a lifetime and then one day we end that
particular lifetime when the body no longer can function to power the
instrument that brings the MIND REALM into a separate exact
personality, YOU, dies as a result; your physical brain. But as we
live day after day from ten through eighty or whatever the case may
be individually around that general average, we experience an ever
present NOW in our beingness. We never can exist in a past or in a
future, only in an SEEMINGLY ENDLESS NOW!!!!!!! We
are not the same person we were,
five and ten and fifteen and twenty years ago. You know this if you
honestly stop to examine this wild truth in your own personal lives;
any and all of you reading these words. You know they ring true.
These other past-YOU'S are totally dead and gone, but the endless
present you never feels dead. This applies to all the moments and
days of your lives, folks, but it also applies in the multiverse of
all your countless doppelgangers or (doubles of you in alternate
parallel reality universes). The illusion is that you are awake in
one and dreaming in all of the other ones. But
there is one ASTRAL YOU that is dreaming down into all of these
hyperspace parallel realities.
In each one, you feel totally awake and singularly you, as well as
the you that you always were even many many years ago, yet you know
you are not really that same person at all, in the physical illusion.
If you die in a dream and awake here, the illusion is that your same
life is continuing, but if you die here as eventually we all will; we
just wake in a parallel other life that instantly seems the only one
we ever were in, and this was just one of so many countless wild
dreams. If you read this over ten times, you will get it, and then
when you really do get it, you swill have to sit down and breathe and
stay calm. After an hour you will stand up, and you won't ever be the
same person you were before you read this mother fuckiGN blog, IPYT,
all of you, any of you, Pope, President, Governor, billionaire,
celebrity, I don't give two shits if you're the guy or gal who sleeps
underneath the dam town bridge at
night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
we can move this onward to the towel seepage, and if you don't get
this all yet, you won't get what's coming up now, YO!!!!!!!!!! Even
the computer is getting something, and is acting up and going
somewhat fucking nuts, bob McDowell. WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
there are countless parallel universes, and some are atomically
closer to each other with only a few atoms that are arranged
differently throughout the entire two cosmos's where others have vast
differences. I call this localized verses distant hyperspace
universes, and of course there also are the countless in-between
ones, that are not too distant, or too localized. It depends on how
many total atoms differ, and getting into this means squaring
Avogadro's number, the total atoms in cosmos, which decades ago was
estimated, and is quite wrong; be assured. Squaring large numbers
makes even way larger ones. For example a million squared is a
trillion, you add the exponents, a million being 1X10 exponent 6, so
6+6=12, and 1,000,000,000,000 or one with twelve digits after it
becomes a trillion. Squaring a trillion is 12+12 or a one with 24
digits, so you get the idea, hopefully.
Now
in keeping this blog as short as possible and your attention staying
with me kind folks; if we take two near and very localized universes,
it is easy to cause things in one to bleed into the other one that
perhaps is missing that one thing. In other words, a universe where
someone never has had a decent running automobile might find him or
herself one night, in an interacting parallel where they are driving
a real nice new car, and yet, all else is similar, at least they seem
to be living in the same residence and maybe have the same job. There
are tricks that can be learned for becoming aware that you need to
become knowledgeable to some local surrounding facts, otherwise, you
will dream through that urgent part of th experience. You only know
what your dream double knows, but you have to become aware that you
need to think about it. It is thought that is causing your hyperspace
experience. Even psychiatrists who think all of this is dribble or
insanity, admit that thought and mind is everything, and is why your
life is what it is awake, and even why you are having your dreams.
Without knowing it or wanting to admit it to themselves, they really
don't disagreee anywhere near as much as think that they do, with me
and my teachings. They just cannot process how my words are not that
far removed from their perception of reality. That is a relatively
easy adjustment to make, only they don't want to make it, as they
would insist that I am insane and they have REALITY, whatever the
fuck that truly really is, YO!
Thought
and proper knowledge to how to control dreaming with the early time
break cycle method as discussed before, is the key to being able to
place yourself intentionally into parallel realities where you have
similar circumstances except in something you wish changed for the
better, or the worse should you be some fuckiGN nut case whack job
who actually for some sick pleasure, wishes to bring evil and bad on
yourself. Anyway, and
no disrespect meant for any and all masochists out there;
so let us say as with me back in the autumn of 1979, I wanted to have
some demo music done of songs I recently had written, and had no
good electronic equipment to do any of it, nor was I in a band or
knew any musicians, and all of the bad stuff that meant basically,
forget about doing the demos. Well, I had to go into parallel
realities where I had awesome apparatus all put together, met some
people who were great musical arrangers and producers in the local
area I resided in, and found a way to do really great vocal tracks on
the music tracks as well. Sounds like a very tall order, to quote the
Macy's Santa Claus from that great Christmas movie that we all love
and love, “Miracle on 34th
Street”! It is a very tall order, or was for me back then. But in
those times, I did not have all this information about manipulation
of hyperspace, yet I was doing this same thing in a very physical way
right here in the waking fucking world, kind folks. I used to call
this, 'electronic metaphysics'. Using tape recorders, made up
characters, and a few other tricks, I was able to alter reality and
actually attract stuff out of localized universes where I had these
things already. I was actually placing dry towels near a wet towel
and causing a controlled-seepage-effect, so that things I wanted to
happen, began happening. Someone out there in the Milituforce doesn't
like these words I am typing and they totally mother fuckiGN know I
am typing them, as I am being struck hard by an illegal circling
private airplane over the past several minutes, and it is now 10:30
P< for the official record, State Police, Sheriff Ken Mascara, and
local Fort Pierce police Department, along with (FAA) Federal
Aviation Administration, and along with the great and powerful (GAP)
one and only, Federal Bureau of Investigation, (FBI).
When
I get on what I can do with tape recorders, and or music in fucking
general, these fucking Military freaks seem to totally mother fuckiGN
freak out, like they know some shit that I don't, and I won't fuckiGN
lie to you, Mizz AG Pam Bondi, it pisses me fuckiGN off no dam end,
as I am a very sensitive individual and when I dam feel shit really
strong,. I am very rarely wrong! It rhymes, and it's the mother
fuckiGN truth. I swear to Goddess Almighty, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH
KRASSLE that it is, ma'am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have a truck load of fucking shit to say, but I want to check out the
fucking cunt lapping stock market now, as I have avoided it all week
long, not wishing to feed the monster of the Ron Wirtz Senior ADA
Club of New Jersey, in Camden City and Camden County. My guess is
that it is way way over 18 thousand now, maybe nearly 19 thousand,
let us check it out and mother fucking see.
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
I
KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON ALL THIS FUCKING CUNT HUFFING WEEK
FOLKS, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL
STREET, JUST LIKE OVER THE FUCKING CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE
GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE
ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE
FUCKING CRAP, SINCE AUGUST 15,
1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I
AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH
PERSECUTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD FUCKING YOU GINA, AND WORLD!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD FUCKING YOU GINA, AND WORLD!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD FUCKING YOU GINA, AND WORLD!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD FUCKING YOU GINA, AND WORLD!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD FUCKING YOU GINA, AND WORLD!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD FUCKING YOU GINA, AND WORLD!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD FUCKING YOU GINA, AND WORLD!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD FUCKING YOU GINA, AND WORLD!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD FUCKING YOU GINA, AND WORLD!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD FUCKING YOU GINA, AND WORLD!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD FUCKING YOU GINA, AND WORLD!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD FUCKING YOU GINA, AND WORLD!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD FUCKING YOU GINA, AND WORLD!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD FUCKING YOU GINA, AND WORLD!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD FUCKING YOU GINA, AND WORLD!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD FUCKING YOU GINA, AND WORLD!!!!!!!!
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THIS
IS BEHIND ALL OF IT, THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL, THAT FAMILY, THAT BOY,
THE MILITUFORCE, THE STOCK MARKET, AND MORIANITY. OBVIOUSLY A MILLION
OTHER MOTHER FUCKING THINGS AS WELL ARE ALL RAPPED UP IN THIS
NIGHTMARE FUCKING DISEASE FROM THE GATES OF HELL!!!!!!!!
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo. Where
art thou? Choking me to death?????????????
They
call me a pill mill freak but they don't allow soulless fuckiGN
creatures to live in torment and agony like house pets, most commonly
cats and dogs. If I were Goddess, and I am not, Empire State Building
Rulers all notwithstanding; I would wipe fuckiGN humanity right off
the fucking map without a single hesitation, in the wink of a cunt
sniffing eye, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!
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