I
am under a major psychic attack. The reason MIND does what it does
and why hyperspace is what it is, has to do with what happens when
void infinity bursts out into plank, and actually, before that
actually happens, it needs to first go into an im-between state
called the realm of LAWTRON. This can be thought of as the circuitry
of the later formed systems, right down to where we all are in this
world here and now. The ESS has learned how to manipulate various
parts of the realm of Lawtron, and also the realm below it, that
Morianity refers to as the 6th Dimension. Hence, the realm
of the circuitry or Lawtron, is the 7th dimension. Many
say, how can void zero or lacking in any dimension be the eighth one
then? Well, it cannot, other than this is the only way to visualize
the construction of a multiversal hypersphere. The circuitry that
allows the break out and away is just an off-on switch controlled
from outside the entire system. So to quote Doctor Coral Sagan here,
“up this one dimension” and you have the next upline reality
where someone basically is flicking a computer on in their higher
reality. When they do, this is our seventh dimension. Without the
circuitry of our mother boards inside of our PC or tabs or smart
phones or whatever, nothing is going to operate. All that potentially
can be when it is on, is at void infinity. More and more downline
breakouts happen as each parallel universe in the multiverse system
has ore and more switching of going from void to circuitry break out.
LSS, I could type on for a year on the complexities behind this
truth, and it proves only that I have been shown some major shit by
some powerful gods. These gods play games with all of us, but with
me, it has become very personal, very powerful, and frightening
beyond any possible way of describing this to you.
Last
night or early this morning past midnight somewhere, I fell asleep
watching television. Around half past two I shut it all down, and
went back to sleep. Between 3-5 I experienced the most horrific
psychic attack from ESS that I have had in decades. This entire time
was spent in parallel worlds where I was surrounded by monstrous
vicious violence. I was trying to get away from horrible people in
Atlantic City, and they would catch up to me, and I was with three
different people, one was th elate David C. Roth, and the other two I
do not know from over here in this universe and reality. A huge dude
that looked like a mob enforcer or hit man, was giving horrendous
frightening punches in the face, to the people I was with, breaking
out all of their teeth, and making their heads and face look like
something out of the worst scariest horror flicks. It was 100 times
more real and hellish than sitting here here and now, typing this
blog out on my word document program. The two most horrible parts
were when I was with two other people I do know well or did before
they died back in the twentieth century, my uncles, John, and Stuart.
This is the second time Uncle John has interacted with me this
spring, and you may remember the other one when he and I were in his
giant speed boat, down where he used to live when alive, in South
Florida, and we crashed, and KI ended up in a frightening building,
stalked by some shadow-dude who scared the living fucking daylights
out of me, and it ended up in a high place in this skyscraper
building, with my mother.
The
ESS (EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY) has targeted several people in
major key areas in numerous parallel universes such as this one and
others all around it, some very localized and others not so much; and
this is why things can appear somewhat similar to here while
dreaming, and then other times, we all know we are quite far away.
But back to Uncle John and Uncle Stuart. Stuart lived in Pennsylvania
and John in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, while in adult life and married
to my Aunts Rachael and Geraldine. Now in this powerful 'nightmare',
my uncles looked very different than they did here in this universe.
I was with Uncle John and we were in the building where Peter
Vitteretti of Pleasantville, New Jersey, USA, worked as a social
worker earlier in this third millennium. We owned a small radio
station, that over there, this welfare or social services building,
was this radio station. Paula King and her cousin, someone I never
met over here in this universe, had telephoned me and said some
really bad things, and finally, my Uncle Stuart who was standing near
his brother john and myself in the hallway of the ground floor;
grabbed the phone out of my hand, a cell phone, and over here I do
not use a cell phone; and he told both of them who were on a speaker
cell phone, to go to hell and cursed a little bit, and the cousin
said, ''wait 'till I get over there you fucking little prick''. In
what seemed like no time at all, loud banging on the door began, and
my Uncle Stuart shouted out, “Give me a second for crissake”,
while walking over to open the door. Suddenly, and neither my Uncle
john nor myself were able to see what was going on, as the door to
the building and where we were standing, had some obstructions such
as the way the hallway was curved and designed; we heard the door
close and two voices shouted louder than shit outside, and we could
not make out the words, but the shouting was horrendous. We walked a
few steps towards the doors but could only hear shouting and could
not see the cousin of Paula King and my Uncle Stuart Mason fighting
outside on the street, Main Street. Then we could feel the building
actually shake as my Uncle Stuart was being slammed against the wall
of the building by Paula King's giant evil twisted uncle. Uncle John
from this universe would have been out there to help his brother in a
New York micro-minute, but over there, he was a big coward like I am,
and in all counties; Kenny Rogers of 1980. After my Uncle Stuart was
brutally beaten to death, I found myself in another horrific
situation. Another even scarier dude was trying to force David
Charles Roth and myself to do some horrible illegal thing, and I
began walking away, and he grabbed Dave and gave him the worst punch
in the mouth I ever saw in my life. His entire face was ruined. This
dude's muscles had big muscles inside of them, and the force of the
punch could have knocked a large cement brick out of place. He was
still conscious amazingly enough, and was spitting out all of his
broken front teeth. He wobbled after that and eventually fell down,
dead. Then Paula appeared again and laughed at me and mocked me and
told me I am next. Then in my hands, suddenly like out of fucking
Harry Potter, was that 1969 tablet I used to have in that other
parallel universe where it was 1968 and I had gone back into time
from the middle nineties, where I was living at Highview Apartments,
in WILL-I AM-ST-OWN, NJ-USA-ESMWG. I pushed a button, and my mind
suddenly was inside this digital cloud where I saw how Paula had
manipulated the sixth dimension or the MIND-REALM, to suck me into
this parallel universe, and do all of this to me. This is why I claim
this to be an intentional PSYCHIC ATTACK.
Electronically doe of course, but so was YBCO, and many other things,
huh cursing Bruce Pennock??????????? Oh folks, now I see why the
attack was perpetrated on me, as this is Memorial Day Holiday, just
as 46 years ago come May 30, when I heard Sarah say on her wonderful
lovely street in ACNJ, “Your friends are in the shop”.
Comments
You
shrunk a bit there dalmatian, but I saw you still speak the human
lingo, wow, you are telling the truth, God is 16 or at least she
watches the show. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Chris Bennett, you are
so right, this all proves nothing. Still, it was all ''planned out
before the foundations of the world were laid down. That's ancient
world talk. It translates to before SSJKK jacked into the 'LMM'
gamogram-simulation as the great GAMER!!!!
GOOGLE
AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and
bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Copyright Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2009, and blog registered on an official registry bloggers website.
E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.
Copyright Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2009, and blog registered on an official registry bloggers website.
E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.
Long story short; the mail was always delivered here at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, YO!!!!!!!!
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This
is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal
doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you
ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE
IT IS UNFAIR.
BECAUSE
I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT.
BECAUSE
I AM INNOCENT.
BECAUSE
I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY
SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE
I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET
IT YET, GOOD FOLKS????
THIS
IS A RE-POST COPY ON MY OPEN OFFICE W.P.
WHY
SHOULDN'T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE???
“Y
SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”
AFTER MORIANITY PROJECT OF
THE BOM
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 155
MAY
25, 2015,
MONDAY
MORNING, AT 9:02,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 80 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-81/L-75).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 82%, FEELING LIKE 86.
WINDS
ARE ESE AT, AT 8, GUSTING TO 15.
Even
Dennis Snyder couldn't tell reality from illusion, if he had gone
through anywhere near the total hell that I have. IPYT, lads and
lassies. Oh
boy, great people; I honestly do
not mean to be such
a prick.
Try to understand, Dreamboat Annie and others, that I have been
seriously injured, hurt, and damaged, by many many many powerful
people all over this world for about six solid decades now!!!!!!!!!
Some
things never get old, such as the unrelenting persecution and
harassment of one MARK WAYNE PATHETIC MOUNTAINPEN MOHR!!!!
These
mother fuckers just won't stop jumping all over my cunt chewing
fucking civil rights, BOB FCC MCDOWELL, my old 1972 pal, YO!!!! These
mother fuckers just won't stop jumping all over my cunt chewing
fucking civil rights, BOB FCC MCDOWELL, my old 1972 pal, YO!!!! These
mother fuckers just won't stop jumping all over my cunt chewing
fucking civil rights, BOB FCC MCDOWELL, my old 1972 pal, YO!!!! These
mother fuckers just won't stop jumping all over my cunt chewing
fucking civil rights, BOB FCC MCDOWELL, my old 1972 pal, YO!!!! These
mother fuckers just won't stop jumping all over my cunt chewing
fucking civil rights, BOB FCC MCDOWELL, my old 1972 pal, YO!!!! These
mother fuckers just won't stop jumping all over my cunt chewing
fucking civil rights, BOB FCC MCDOWELL, my old 1972 pal, YO!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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HALLS
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Just for your
general information, great people who follow my blogs; I want to wake
up tomorrow morning and be a normal human being, but that is not
going to happen, and not for a lack of my trying to make it so, to
quote the mighty Captain Picard of Next-Gen Star Trek!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All
my dog gone rotten darn buttwipe life, I have tried to normalize my
life, and it cannot be done. This is because Astral World gods hate
my stinking rotten pitiful guts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And as Alice
Lawandorder Simmonelli knows only too well, THEY HAVE ALL THE POWER,
and before she and the show came along, so did David Roth, on my
Epitome of harassment Copyright tapes, back late in the
nineteen-eighties. Well, maybe all greatr Alice's and all great
looking glasses know these things, but I do know the GAP US © Office
as to be aware of it, plus my entire MIB-controlled great government.
WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
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EARLY
SUNDAY EVENING AT 5:48,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 83 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY----(H-85/L-78).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 70%, FEELING LIKE 88.
WIND
IS E AT 14, GUSTING HEAVY TO 25.
I
died and went to eternal hell eternity ago; and I know it. I know
this because nothing else can ever possibly explain my nightmare
endless outlandish monster ass horrific life. I am not going to get
all cuddly and flowery about it folks!
My
wonderful pill mill hater AG here in Florida. Oh well, they haven't
killed me yet Pam. WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, I am hanging in there with all my
wovewee Huntington fam!
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
55555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555
I
am still here and surviving, Sheriff Mascara sir!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
AFTER
MORIANITY PROJECT (AMP) © THE BOM.
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 153.
MAY
24, 2015,
SUNDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:37,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 85 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 68%, FEELING LIKE 92.
DAILY
RANGE-----(H-85/L-78).
WINDS
ARE E AT 11, GUSTING TO 25.
OH
I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THE FAT BOYS, OR IF THEY'RE BACK, OR BACK IN 1985,
OR RAW OLD BUDDY CONG. RA; BUT I DO KNOW THIS. MY LIFE TOTALLY
FREAKING STINKS AND SUCKS, CUBED AND CUBAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
promise you, even th elate great disco queen Donna Summer, and her
friend Babs Streisand, don't have a clue to all the truths behind
MEMORIES, merely a dam © on an early eighties tune; lads and
lassies! Memories
are not really understood by people. Not by them, not by anybody,
even Mountainpen. But Mountainpen has gone through some shit that
does clue him in just a little more than most on this topic, Mister
Mayor, and Tandy Corporation, so WEEEEE 2U&B4I tell more, let me
just say 'HEY', huh Patty Hollister and Steve Chanter? W-O-W THAT,
RHM!
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I
seem to have angered the Astral Plane gods a lot since leaving high
school. Oh well, what to do about nothing, or so I have been told by
experts!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
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