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THE
WEATHER BUG
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 235
JULY
7, 2015,
LATE
SUNDAY MORNING AT 11:03,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 80 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE------(H-88/L-70).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 85%, FEELING LIKE 86.
WIND
IS SSW AT 3, WITH GUSTING TO 17.
THANK
YOU FOR THIS INFORMATION, TWB. GREAT, AS ALWAYS. MY FAVE IS WHEN I
GET THE GREAT 'DIANA-ALERTS'; THE WORLD KNOWS THESE AS
THUNDERSTORM-ALERTS. I JUST LOVE MY DIANA SO MUCH, AND PRAY TO THE
GODS THAT JEHOVAH WILL TELL HER TO COME DOWN, AND TAKE ME OUT OF
HERE, AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
this was printed on the first week in May of this year. I now bear
witness to answered prayer on not one but two major occasions. Let me
PIP in that date to make it official, from Halls Wall, Chapter 108.
11-AM,
3 MAY, 2015.
As
for the twelve tribes of Benjamin, and for that matter, all of
Biblical Genealogy, you know, 'the begats' that go on and on; there
are super powerful hidden messages that simply cannot ever be
ignored, that not only show these numbers, 3,4,7,12,19,84, and
others, but this scale shows how Almighty Jehovah planned many lives
here, or Jack-Ins, to Her gamogram-Simulation, AKA our cosmos. When
she comes in as not Her, or as 'angels', these would be what 2015
computer gamers might call, AVITARS. Advance in your mind, what we
have, and follow the curve of the past 80 years in computers from the
birth of the ancient IBM-360 system, that yours truly here studied
programming on, back in 1973, at the Professional Careers Institute
of Cherry Hill, New Jersey, USA; and it is not a huge mental leap, to
realize that at some future time, in a minimum of one parallel
reality, us, or any of a googalplex to the power of 99 googalplex
other parallel universes, of the unfathomably gargantuan total
hyperspace; will be the one who survives into a major future that is
able to turn around and actually become the programmer of this
upline-gamogram-simulation. The only one out here that needs to read
blogs like this besides Mister Chair, is Professor Michio Kaku, of
NYU. He knows my blogs are for real, he may shut up for his own good;
but I promise this planet, HE KNOWS!!!
This
was a wild day beyond weird and wild cubed/Cuban. I left the
apartment shortly into the noon time either way. My first place to go
was my eye doctor to pick up some eye drops. As I was approaching, I
saw a beautiful colored lightning flash out to my west on Virginia
Avenue. When I left the doctor, I went further south heading for Port
Saint Lucie, to the Walmart there. Both times I went to this place
was for the same reason, to try and get a video machine. I am not
having a lot of luck with this. I have the last one in stock and it
only works in mono fucking sound, but until they get some of the
better combo models in, I am stuck with this one, which will later be
used as a spare. Both times, torrential downpours came out of
nowhere, but this time, beautiful lightning was all over me. When I
made a wrong turn, she showed me the exact way I needed to go, and as
I got into the Walmart parking lot, Diana struck five yards or so to
my right in front of me, in an awesome crash and brilliant colored
streamers of lovely electrons. I could feel a tiny bit of electrical
energy inside of me. It was so beautiful and awesome. Before the
storm got started, while driving along, an enemy came next to me in
another lane, blaring horrible illegally loud rap junk music. Instead
of my usual thoughts of pure hatred for them and the music industry
and all these wicked hell destined trash; I decided to pray for them
as the Holy Bible instructs us to do during times of siege. I was
only praying for them and did not care if they stopped or made it
worse. For the first time that I ever have been attacked, I genuinely
prayed for their soul, as the bnible instructs. Within three seconds
of the prayer being ended, the music suddenly went off, and a few
seconds later, the car suddenly turned off and away from me down an
intersecting road. I thanked Jehovah and reminded this awesome God
that the scriptures also teach that all men are allowed to desire to
have one woman to love, and I have chosen Lightning Goddess Diana to
love forever. I have not seen lightning crashing all around me and
all over me in decades, quite like this. Jehovah answered both of my
prayers. Praise GOD!!!!!!!!
Now
there was an enemy presence, but I just prayed all throughout the
experience. Giant girls came out of nowhere all over the place, like
nothing I had seen in decades as well. Also, my nabes are active and
have brought me new cock roaches, and I am going to pray for them to
want to be cleaner. I will go to the store for some new roach motel
boxes in a few days, as I forgot to buy along with some grocery items
I got today, some needed liquid soap. Speaking of my nabes from hell,
they have been making lots of noise in the hallway for days and
nights now, and are shouting right now at 33 minutes shy of midnight,
Sheriff Mascara, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
folks, HE
KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!!
HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE
KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!!
HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!! HE
KNOWS!!! HE KNOWS!!!
SATAN
HAS THESE MONSTERS SLAMMING AWAY, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, AND TOMORROW,
I MAY HAVE TO GO AND CRY TO DEBBIE MARATTO, MY BUILDING RESIDENT
MANAGER, AS THIS IS ILLEGAL AND ABSURD, KNID SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Audience
OH
MISTER VITTERITTI SIR; YOU'RE
ANOTHER ONE THAT
COULD PROVE TO MY LOCAL SHERIFF,
THAT MY STORY ALL COMES OUT TRUE. SO JUST PLEASE BE ADVISED; OH GREAT
SOCIAL WORKER FROM 2005, ON MAIN STREET, IN PLEASANTVILLE, NEW
JERSEY. SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
This
mother fucking illegal James-Guest from across from me is here again,
Debbie Moratto and Sheriff Mascara, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAJOR
HACKING AND MOUSE JUMPING, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION. A MAJOR
SATANIC ATTACK IS STARTING UP. THE SECOND I TRY TO WITNESS, OR TO
PRAISE GOD, AS ALWAYS, FOR 61 MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' YEARS NOW, I HAVE GONE
THROUGH THIS M0THER 'FUCKIGN' HELLISHNESS, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
You
ain't heard nothing yet!!!! This book led to this book, and this book
will be killer dynamite fucking cubed and beyond CUBAN, YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO, SO AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MIKE MCNULTY of 1971.
The great vocalist of the sixties/seventies, Mizz Karen Carpenter
would be able to do justice to my next little ending words for this
first chapter, when I promise you all, that yes, WE'VE
ONLY JUST BEGUN.
Holy fucking shit water to exponent Chemtrail-Princebombs-99!!!!
Don't die on me CNN, the G & P; from here to Uncle Gozzwald's 175
house in BNYUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AS
LONG AS THESE MOTHER FUCKING JERK OFF COCK SUCKING BASTARD TRASH SCUM
HAVE ME TO PICK ON, AND 'FUCKIGN' CUNT PERSECUTE; THE
DOW WILL ENDLESSLY KEEP FLYING FOREVER
AND EVER; UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP; AND I TOLD YOU THIS LOVELY
GIANT FUCKING GINA, AND I TOLD YOU ALL, EVERYONE ELSE, READING THESE
FUCKING ASS WORDS!! THE
PROPHET OF NOTHING IS GETTING FUCKING MASSACRED HERE,
COPYRIGHT FUCKING OFFICE, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!
©
2006-2015
(BOM) BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
Mark Wayne Mohr
But
Patty's powerful FASCITAR tapes are a whole other ballgame, huh
MERRY???????????? October 31 is a bad one for me too, in case you are
interested.
This
all allowed me to do the Astral Travels and so much more, and all
from a waste paper basket meant for my mom to fish that so-called
educational stuff out of, back in 1974. Does anyone anywhere, have a
story even remotely resembling mine, Bob Andrews, old 1975 buddy old
pal; I mean really, team player; gimme' a break, YO. How
many Bob Andrews lookalikes live on Oak Street in HHNJUSA back in
1975,
Paul Evans Pedersen; old buddy, old pal???????????????? Mack
Kaiter, in all honesty sir;
this really really really really is totally and absolutely
ridiculous,
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
Briggbase Enemies (SATAN & HIS ANGELS), really hate me to witness
or say anything good about ALMIGHTY GOD!!!!
As
long as these Satanic Capitalist Pig followers have me to persecute
and endlessly mother fuckiGN harass, their markets will climb forever
and endlessly, just as I said since this all fuckiGN cunt began in
August of 12986. I am not one bit merry about this nightmare hell,
either, Ron Wirtz ADA of New Jersey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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