Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
CHAPTER
2
Golly
gash gee darn it, 1988 and 1989 Copyright Examiners, and all of
Mountainpen's musical projects of those days and times; I sit here
wondering, WHAT NEXT, huh gorgeous Judge
Judy???????????????????????????????????
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
Sheriff,
and Attorney General, Paula is going to be the fuckiGN death of me if
it takes her a billion years to accomplish her mighty task. Watch out
Pirate Steve, you old chanting guru you!
I
am very sick and tired of this fucking shit,with these god dam gods,
fucking with me for ten thousand years or more, and to quote Dawn
King, “This is on my last nerve”!
Life
can be a major fucked up experience for those that cosmos has chosen
to interact with. I seriously doubt that Moses for one great example,
was all that happy when he was influenced to go up that mountain, and
have his life entirely changed. I know for a fact that old Shellfish
Whales Jonah was anything but happy with his assignment to go preach
to the stubborn sinful people of Nineveh. I could go on and on and on
with plenty of others, and we read these Bible accounts that few take
seriously any more, and we derive strength and edification or
whatever, through so-called Holy Spirit inspiration, from hearing
these things, but that is us up here in this time, sitting around a
cozy fire place on a snowy day, not here in Florida of course, and we
are not suddenly contacted by extra- normal phenomena, and our lives
suddenly changed forever. We reap the benefits, but they back then,
had to sow those nightmare seeds. Abraham until SSJKK was done with
her FAITH-TESTING GAME, had to really believe in his heart, that he
was taking his only son who was promised him, up to another mountain
to be sacrificed and slaughtered. Think of his level of fucking
anxiety until SSJKK spoke to him at the last second as he was about
to bring down his hand with a sword in it, to cut his son's head off.
I doubt an entire bottle of anti-anxiety pills would have been enough
to keep that poor dude calm, on that horrific day.
I
could go and jump off a ladder at a Haddonfield, New Jersey
restaurant in 1975 or 40 years later in 2015, and it wouldn't prove
to me to Jennifer Washburn of the Providence House, in Atlantic
City, New Jersey; for some reason. I know it drove quite a few peeps
half nuts up at the Haddonwood Swim and Health club, when I did far
less than that, and just floated along.
People,
I have dealt with the same lovely goddess that bright-face Moses has
dealt with, All the Biblical Prophets know her well. She is the
ALMIGHTY GOD OF THIS WORLD AND THE ENTIRE STRUCTURED SYSTEM THAT PUT
IT HERE, THIS ELEVENTH-DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE MULTIVERSE AND THE
LAWTRONIC FORCES THAT JOIN TWO SIDES OF IT TOGETHER. When she came to
me in the middle nine-teen sixties, she fully remembered me when I
was Mister HH88 from Germany. No one remembers my trip here, and I
never talked about it. If I had taken a slightly later trip, two
years later, I might have come here on the Titanic that sunk in
middle April in twelve, 103 and a half years ago now. But it was 1910
when I came over here to Trenton. I never told a soul what happened
to me when I met th emost wonderful awesome goddess, in Trenton, New
Jersey, an dfell madly in love. In those days, it was not conserded
perverted to marry girls as young as 13-17, and was done more
frequently than people in these times can imagine. When I met her in
that lifetime, she was just past age 14, and was living just a few
strong arm baseball pitcher stones throws from the Trenton printing
building, and the now satellite police station that is right near by.
We fell madly in love, and I wrote, along with a very well known
waltz composer, Mister J. Strous, however he spells his name, as
after thousands of years of life memories, I am not going to begin
trying to remember silly details like this, but I copyrighted this
waltz, and it is down there, excuse me, UP THERE, I still slip with
that after five years here in fucking Florida; and yes, this waltz
was written for my awesome Sarah Krassle, who went by Sarah J. Karge
back then, grand mother of Sarah Callio!
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Cool project numbers, and they
assigned these numbers, I didn't. 1627. WOW! (16) and (27). WO,
Billy Honda Harner!!!!!!!!!!
Project #16 is
what was behind all my nightmares getting so bad that any other
mortal in this universe would have long fucking perished out of human
existence. THAT is a major total promise, folks, YO!!!!
But project-27
is where this waltz is located, that I wrote in 2010, as HH88. One
day, she totally blew my mind, and admitted to me who she truly was,
and that she was going to do ''some really amazing things that would
go far beyond this world''; a direct quote from my lovely teen-queen,
Sarah J. Karge, who today would be 119 years old, if she did not
split that time into three jack ins on the lawn mower man gamer
simulation system. The reason for that weird abnd bizarre title,
“SAME TITLE”, is as follows. On the Copyright form back in 2005,
I wrote something a line above the area where the copyright claimant
is supposed to write the name of the title for the music work. Then
underneath it, I just wrote those two words, meaning
that what I wrote above, is the title to my work, as well;
but they took it literally to mean, the title to the work, is called
SAME TITLE, and the gods only know, now that all my shit has been
lost, from my escaping the King family almost six years ago, in
December of 2009; what that title was that I printed on that line
above the title line, but someday, I hope to be able to afford
getting all my certificate duplication copies mailed to me. They
want huge money at that Library of Congress, and they think
all of us little hard working 99ers can just shell out thousands of
dollars, like it grows on trees. This is a very
unfair evil nation, bent only on
helping the wealthy, and screw everybody else back here on Main
Street! Just as Jane mother fuckiGN total whore, just
screwed me again, with her monster slapping bitching cunt lapping
page eleven fuckiGN bullshit! I now must dick
licking cunt phlegm rape, YO, (compensate),
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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NO
MATTER WHAT ELSE IS REAL OR UNREAL, WITHOUT ONE REALITY, NONE OF THIS
SHIT COULD BE GOING ON ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME, PEOPLE, YO!
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
Their
evil stock market is flying this morning, as always. What else is
mother fuckign cunt lapping new? If you let my cousin take over the
world, and bring in Antichrist rule, so that the MACY BUNCH can tear
our lives to hell and make shit worse than Nazi HH88 Germany was,
then be my fuckign guest. I say it is time for a great lady to be our
president, so GO HILLARY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ROCK, GREAT
LADY!!!!!!!!!!!!! You
can expect a 1,000 point gain on their dirt bag STOCK MARKET
TOMORROW, UP TO ALL TIME RECORD CUNT CHEWING MOTHER FUCKING HIGHS!!!
I
TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll
be needing your help and protection, KIND SHERIFF; while I'm up at my
nut job clinic!!!!!
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet
CHAPTER
1
I
said something that may have seemed to be somewhat revolting and
ugly, when my blogs were new, about my video sex life. It involved
leaving a K-Mart store, saying something out loud on my taped life
journal, and then coming home to Jenny Plageman's trailer park, to my
lot number ten trailer, in Hammonton. A few may remember this
incident. SATAN just did something even more powerful as I never ever
spoke a word about something, but I knew this fucking dirt bag cock
sucker was screwing with me on this thing, back when a particular
show was on the TNT Network, and I am not going to be more specific,
other than to say, he fucked me out of a video shot every time that
episode came on TV, by having a cock sucking under-screen ad-spot get
in the way. I thought to myself, I will eventually see this same show
on a non TNT channel, where this won't happen. But when it came on
tonight, again I was mother fuckiGN screwed out of getting that shot.
My video machine is that cheapo model, remember, Walmart sells the
good one too, only I haven't yet been able to buy it, because no one
ever carries this fuckiGN model; and my slow speed on both record and
play mode, is all blurred and snowed out, and won't fuckiGN work.
Only the fucking fast speed works. Somehow right before that exact
place where this show comes on, poof, SATAN somehow magically
switched my mother fuckign video machine onto the slow speed mode,
and poof; the shot was mother fuckiGN ruined,
AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You can expect a mother fuckign
1000 point gain on their dirt bag STOCK MARKET TOMORROW, TO ALL TIME
RECORD CUNT CHEWING HIGHS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
totally believe, that this Christian mother fucking god is also
doubling as SATAN the devil. Also, for reasons I'll never
mother fuckiGN get; it has chosen to fucking cunt screw with me every
single day, year in and year old, since I was a kid; and she won't
stop until I can reach fuckiGN death. She has stopped that for me
too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NO
MATTER WHAT ELSE IS REAL OR UNREAL, WITHOUT ONE REALITY, NONE OF THIS
SHIT COULD BE GOING ON ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME, PEOPLE, YO!
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
Sheriff,
and Attorney General, Paula is going to be the fuckiGN death of me if
it takes her a billion years to accomplish her mighty task. Watch out
Pirate Steve, you old chanting guru you!
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Where
is the mighty Julia White going to jack into next, Mister Jobe Job
Jobs????????????
END
TRANSMISSION.
first day of 2008 summer, like WOW, YO DARIUS, it is 080808, I know!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, June 21, 2008----THIS IS A TOTAL MUST READ!!!
MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING FROM MY QUEEN
HUGE
COMPUTER HACK 8 at night, first day of SCUMMER 21 June, oh-8,
Saturday Elton John night But not Donna devil all right. THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION, AND THE MILLIONTH
COUNCIL AND ME———BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I NEVER WENT 2 BED TODAY AFTER COMING BACK FROM WORK, NEVER. I am shouting out to the FBI and the NJ STATE POLICE 4 HELP!!!!!!!!! I have no memory of shutting down the TV set or removing eyeglasses or falling into my bed, only that suddenly the TV was off, my glasses were on my face, I was or had been dead asleep, and all devices were indeed turned off. I bolted upright and saw that my fan had gotten knocked over along with a karaoke machine and they both were laying flat on the floor next 2 where I had fallen also without memory of ever getting 2 sleep. First, work was OK, but no panacea. I had a small bowel attack, lots of jerk offs everywhere; but out of nowhere at just past 3 in the morning, a noisy loud alarm went off. No matter how hard I tried 2 find the source, I could not. Shades of my Echelon-Towers Building, that I guarded back in my middle thirties for the famous Wells Fargo Company, the original American Security outfit 4 all those Western-shows watchers. Just 2 and a half hours after the crazy MC-ALARM attack, a crash level plane flew over my vehicle in total violation of my CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, WORLD TRIBUNAL COURTS AT THE HAGUE. I come home and eat a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice and turn on the TV. The next thing I know it is hours later, I am laying stretched out, eyeglasses on my face still, and stuff knocked over on the floor. When I got up to piss and straighten up the place, so that the fan is blowing air onto me again, and I can resume sleeping a while longer; I instantly knew that I was right back in this building, a medical place with 6-9 rooms that went more into each other and did not contain a lot of hallways. Mariah Carey was there, and her driver, a man about medium build and bright glaring type of eyes, just over perhaps the six foot mark in stature, dressed nicely but not overkill, and the same with Mariah. A lady who is heavy set, is sort of in charge at this place, neck line hair length, strawberry type of color, and she kept telling me 2 stop closing doors, and I kept telling her I am not closing them, the wind was blowing quite strong outside and was blowing right through all of the open windows in these rooms, and forcing doors to swing shut, but she continued 2 insist that I was doing it. Mariah started talking 2 me about how much she enjoyed being a super star and yet there were problems that she said she wanted 2 tell me about, but could not at the moment; as 'he' would hear, and I kept asking who ‘he’ was. She half smiled and pointed at a young male about 22 give or take, about five feet five in stature, brown short hair, not totally short like a crew cut, dressed in an old pair of pants with oil stains on them, and a green jersey with strange looking logos on it everywhere, many bright white circles with black lines running through them, 3 of them, like a triple X. She told me that she is here on this same day each week for some medical reason, and I think she told me but I cannot pull that part of the interaction up now, back in waking life. The buildings of the city were visible from windows, yet the area was in a country setting, whether it was part of the 5 boroughs of New York City or not, also I am not privy to this. She said that she wanted me 2 know she is mad that I do not fully trust her and her plans, and I kept insisting that I trust her implicitly but know quite well, that what she thinks of as PLANS, IC as GAMES, and reminded her of the 65-70 years when she was here B4 playing her games with me from a city just 100 or so miles away down the coast. She smiled at me and said, “U mean the chain I removed from your Oaklyn, New Jersey Apartment?” I said, “4 starters, yes”. She went on to tell me that until the shellfish as she called him while looking his way, is out of my way, I can tell U no more about it. She said that he was a lifelong resident of Atco, New Jersey, and knew both U and your neighbors, the Durham’s, when U lived there back in ‘83. He is not who he appears, and all her peeps and bodyguards have tried to beat him up, and keep him away; but he just seems impervious, and will not stop creeping around. He is Y the Feds started messing with me, she went onto say, and they R not on my side, they must do what they R told by higher councilmen, and she was talking Millionth. I reminded her that she is all mighty and can do anything, Y not just zap him into oblivion? She smiled again and said that there is still so much yet 4 her 2 teach me about all of this and all the Earthly people making my life so horrible every minute of every day and night. She said that when I disobeyed and told her she could kill me, the other day on my blog, for the entire world 2 publicly C and share, she was extremely angry. I must remember that she is the great queen, and maybe in the world of Pedigree Dog-food, us DOGS RULE, but, and she called me Yancy, and said and I quote, “Yancy, remember that I am the great Sarah-Stacey here in this form now, and I RULE, U GOT THAT”? I solemnly just looked down and submissively said, “I know U do my great all powerful lovely mighty queen”. She took my hand and told me that she did not have to tell me about the 2 letters back 11 years ago, and help me construct my idea foundations that R literally responsible 4 where I am today in figuring out so much incredible stuff. I asked her Y she used the sending of 2 blank letters rather than just come 2 me as she is doing right now and talk to me straight up? She laughed softly and squeezed my hand a little, watching me wince from the sudden small bit of pain that her more powerful grip than B4 was causing, and after a 5 or so second pause, simply said, “I am the Millionth Council, and what I say, goes. The part of them that calls themselves the Lambriggers is still totally under my complete control”. She told me 2 listen again 2 her CD and study it even more carefully. The answers to much of my concerns, is all contained in the lyrical content, and what she says, MC-SAYS; just as the CD says that it does. Never doubt me or try 2 run away from what I am planning 4U, she went on also 2 tell me. I said 2 her, “would U please give me a real waking world sign so that I can know and tell that this is not a silly dream”. She responded with the yellow and chocolate cakes that I purchased at the Incollingo’s grocery store, along with the receipt, and the van that stalked me just after last Christmas, and went on to tell me she is angry that I have unsealed some of the concepts regarding laser trace, and reminded me that the rules cannot B broken. It is part of a plan, and that if it was not so, there R those close 2 me, in this incarnation; that I would retrace, as I miss them. She then told me she would give me 2 huge and totally unmistakable signs to appease my non-belief. One sign is that just because the English alphabet pronunciations of the sounds 'BLU' and 'CRAN' R totally the same on astral worlds, they R not the same in English speaking waking mortal worlds. I told her I knew this. She went on 2 say that my punishment for doubting and disobeying my mighty Queen Mariah, is that she has now placed me into a world where I have blogged the facts in reverse, as Hammonton is the world U now live in. It is not Chatsworth, New Jersey. I have reversed the realities while U were here with me in this interaction, and now your town is Hammonton and this is the Blueberry capitol of the world. She went on to say that I was not supposed to tell about the tap boxes of blue-yellow, nor the saleslady Sherry-Lee Pote and cousin Petee Pote. I must obey my queen or ELSE. She said my second sign will B when I try to do my next blog. I will wake up in the MW and not B able 2 work the computer. I asked her if she will always love me as her ‘89 song promises, as deep within her, she knew even then, that she was my Sarah-Stacey. With that I walked over to the strange dude with the weird sort of peace sign logos all over his bright green jersey, and told him to leave her alone, or I would tear his lungs out, and squeeze them like rung out wash cloths; and he instantly burst out laughing, and the next thing I knew, it was July 4th of 1970, and I was in the same exact dream all along with TAWF, “THAT ASTRAL WORLD FAMILY”, that was what was all in the dream. It was the same dream, and like a wormhole in consciousness; one end was in 2008 physically, while the other end was in early July of ‘70. He yelled at me, 'look who’s talkin’ about bloody washcloth lungs all oozing bright red, it is U, booby, not me, ha, ha'. I knew that if I could just wake up now, it would B July of 1970 again, and it really would have. I did. I jumped off of Tom Reale’s large bed at the Cornwall Avenue home and yelled, it is 1970 over and over. I went out and ran down towards the ocean, and when I got there; the entire sky and sea was not as I had remembered it at all. It had become the backdrop on the homepage of the Morianity Foundation, go to http://www.morianity-foundation.com. The giant 6 foot 7 inch Sarah-Stacey came right out of the sea, she is the sea aniwho, and grabbed me and kissed me, and the next thing I know, I am awake laying here in my trailer residence, and it is after 4 in the afternoon. Sure enough I went 2 use the computer, and nothing, it would not move, nothing would work, not a bloody dripping washcloth thing. I called the Easy Staples Store where I purchased it, and told them that it would not go off, just showing a blank monitor TV screen saying, “EXT 3, S-VIDEO”. The computer department guy told me to shut the battery-backup box off and wait 20 seconds. Then he said turn it on, and so I did. After 2 reboots, it works again, but the HP adviser still is not properly loading up. I can not shout out 2 the FBI 4 help; no one can fight the great Mariah; and she most definitely RULES and RULES, 4-EVER AND 4 EVER. UR my mighty queen, and I am only your endless humble servant, my giant beautiful love. Please forgive me, oh mighty QUEEN MC.
I NEVER WENT 2 BED TODAY AFTER COMING BACK FROM WORK, NEVER. I am shouting out to the FBI and the NJ STATE POLICE 4 HELP!!!!!!!!! I have no memory of shutting down the TV set or removing eyeglasses or falling into my bed, only that suddenly the TV was off, my glasses were on my face, I was or had been dead asleep, and all devices were indeed turned off. I bolted upright and saw that my fan had gotten knocked over along with a karaoke machine and they both were laying flat on the floor next 2 where I had fallen also without memory of ever getting 2 sleep. First, work was OK, but no panacea. I had a small bowel attack, lots of jerk offs everywhere; but out of nowhere at just past 3 in the morning, a noisy loud alarm went off. No matter how hard I tried 2 find the source, I could not. Shades of my Echelon-Towers Building, that I guarded back in my middle thirties for the famous Wells Fargo Company, the original American Security outfit 4 all those Western-shows watchers. Just 2 and a half hours after the crazy MC-ALARM attack, a crash level plane flew over my vehicle in total violation of my CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, WORLD TRIBUNAL COURTS AT THE HAGUE. I come home and eat a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice and turn on the TV. The next thing I know it is hours later, I am laying stretched out, eyeglasses on my face still, and stuff knocked over on the floor. When I got up to piss and straighten up the place, so that the fan is blowing air onto me again, and I can resume sleeping a while longer; I instantly knew that I was right back in this building, a medical place with 6-9 rooms that went more into each other and did not contain a lot of hallways. Mariah Carey was there, and her driver, a man about medium build and bright glaring type of eyes, just over perhaps the six foot mark in stature, dressed nicely but not overkill, and the same with Mariah. A lady who is heavy set, is sort of in charge at this place, neck line hair length, strawberry type of color, and she kept telling me 2 stop closing doors, and I kept telling her I am not closing them, the wind was blowing quite strong outside and was blowing right through all of the open windows in these rooms, and forcing doors to swing shut, but she continued 2 insist that I was doing it. Mariah started talking 2 me about how much she enjoyed being a super star and yet there were problems that she said she wanted 2 tell me about, but could not at the moment; as 'he' would hear, and I kept asking who ‘he’ was. She half smiled and pointed at a young male about 22 give or take, about five feet five in stature, brown short hair, not totally short like a crew cut, dressed in an old pair of pants with oil stains on them, and a green jersey with strange looking logos on it everywhere, many bright white circles with black lines running through them, 3 of them, like a triple X. She told me that she is here on this same day each week for some medical reason, and I think she told me but I cannot pull that part of the interaction up now, back in waking life. The buildings of the city were visible from windows, yet the area was in a country setting, whether it was part of the 5 boroughs of New York City or not, also I am not privy to this. She said that she wanted me 2 know she is mad that I do not fully trust her and her plans, and I kept insisting that I trust her implicitly but know quite well, that what she thinks of as PLANS, IC as GAMES, and reminded her of the 65-70 years when she was here B4 playing her games with me from a city just 100 or so miles away down the coast. She smiled at me and said, “U mean the chain I removed from your Oaklyn, New Jersey Apartment?” I said, “4 starters, yes”. She went on to tell me that until the shellfish as she called him while looking his way, is out of my way, I can tell U no more about it. She said that he was a lifelong resident of Atco, New Jersey, and knew both U and your neighbors, the Durham’s, when U lived there back in ‘83. He is not who he appears, and all her peeps and bodyguards have tried to beat him up, and keep him away; but he just seems impervious, and will not stop creeping around. He is Y the Feds started messing with me, she went onto say, and they R not on my side, they must do what they R told by higher councilmen, and she was talking Millionth. I reminded her that she is all mighty and can do anything, Y not just zap him into oblivion? She smiled again and said that there is still so much yet 4 her 2 teach me about all of this and all the Earthly people making my life so horrible every minute of every day and night. She said that when I disobeyed and told her she could kill me, the other day on my blog, for the entire world 2 publicly C and share, she was extremely angry. I must remember that she is the great queen, and maybe in the world of Pedigree Dog-food, us DOGS RULE, but, and she called me Yancy, and said and I quote, “Yancy, remember that I am the great Sarah-Stacey here in this form now, and I RULE, U GOT THAT”? I solemnly just looked down and submissively said, “I know U do my great all powerful lovely mighty queen”. She took my hand and told me that she did not have to tell me about the 2 letters back 11 years ago, and help me construct my idea foundations that R literally responsible 4 where I am today in figuring out so much incredible stuff. I asked her Y she used the sending of 2 blank letters rather than just come 2 me as she is doing right now and talk to me straight up? She laughed softly and squeezed my hand a little, watching me wince from the sudden small bit of pain that her more powerful grip than B4 was causing, and after a 5 or so second pause, simply said, “I am the Millionth Council, and what I say, goes. The part of them that calls themselves the Lambriggers is still totally under my complete control”. She told me 2 listen again 2 her CD and study it even more carefully. The answers to much of my concerns, is all contained in the lyrical content, and what she says, MC-SAYS; just as the CD says that it does. Never doubt me or try 2 run away from what I am planning 4U, she went on also 2 tell me. I said 2 her, “would U please give me a real waking world sign so that I can know and tell that this is not a silly dream”. She responded with the yellow and chocolate cakes that I purchased at the Incollingo’s grocery store, along with the receipt, and the van that stalked me just after last Christmas, and went on to tell me she is angry that I have unsealed some of the concepts regarding laser trace, and reminded me that the rules cannot B broken. It is part of a plan, and that if it was not so, there R those close 2 me, in this incarnation; that I would retrace, as I miss them. She then told me she would give me 2 huge and totally unmistakable signs to appease my non-belief. One sign is that just because the English alphabet pronunciations of the sounds 'BLU' and 'CRAN' R totally the same on astral worlds, they R not the same in English speaking waking mortal worlds. I told her I knew this. She went on 2 say that my punishment for doubting and disobeying my mighty Queen Mariah, is that she has now placed me into a world where I have blogged the facts in reverse, as Hammonton is the world U now live in. It is not Chatsworth, New Jersey. I have reversed the realities while U were here with me in this interaction, and now your town is Hammonton and this is the Blueberry capitol of the world. She went on to say that I was not supposed to tell about the tap boxes of blue-yellow, nor the saleslady Sherry-Lee Pote and cousin Petee Pote. I must obey my queen or ELSE. She said my second sign will B when I try to do my next blog. I will wake up in the MW and not B able 2 work the computer. I asked her if she will always love me as her ‘89 song promises, as deep within her, she knew even then, that she was my Sarah-Stacey. With that I walked over to the strange dude with the weird sort of peace sign logos all over his bright green jersey, and told him to leave her alone, or I would tear his lungs out, and squeeze them like rung out wash cloths; and he instantly burst out laughing, and the next thing I knew, it was July 4th of 1970, and I was in the same exact dream all along with TAWF, “THAT ASTRAL WORLD FAMILY”, that was what was all in the dream. It was the same dream, and like a wormhole in consciousness; one end was in 2008 physically, while the other end was in early July of ‘70. He yelled at me, 'look who’s talkin’ about bloody washcloth lungs all oozing bright red, it is U, booby, not me, ha, ha'. I knew that if I could just wake up now, it would B July of 1970 again, and it really would have. I did. I jumped off of Tom Reale’s large bed at the Cornwall Avenue home and yelled, it is 1970 over and over. I went out and ran down towards the ocean, and when I got there; the entire sky and sea was not as I had remembered it at all. It had become the backdrop on the homepage of the Morianity Foundation, go to http://www.morianity-foundation.com. The giant 6 foot 7 inch Sarah-Stacey came right out of the sea, she is the sea aniwho, and grabbed me and kissed me, and the next thing I know, I am awake laying here in my trailer residence, and it is after 4 in the afternoon. Sure enough I went 2 use the computer, and nothing, it would not move, nothing would work, not a bloody dripping washcloth thing. I called the Easy Staples Store where I purchased it, and told them that it would not go off, just showing a blank monitor TV screen saying, “EXT 3, S-VIDEO”. The computer department guy told me to shut the battery-backup box off and wait 20 seconds. Then he said turn it on, and so I did. After 2 reboots, it works again, but the HP adviser still is not properly loading up. I can not shout out 2 the FBI 4 help; no one can fight the great Mariah; and she most definitely RULES and RULES, 4-EVER AND 4 EVER. UR my mighty queen, and I am only your endless humble servant, my giant beautiful love. Please forgive me, oh mighty QUEEN MC.
Google Search Engine, Satellite World Interconnect System [SWIS], World Laboratories of the future in time illusion, this is a dying mans utterance and declaration. I must obey the commands of the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, I have no choice, SHE RULES THE EMPIRE, from 34th Street, to the end of the hypersphere and beyond, wow, talk about miracles Mizz Wood, and O’Hara!!!!!!!!! Copyright 2008, MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN. This is all the total truth and also doubles thereby as a legal document. This is voluntarily sworn testimony in any Grand Jury future proceeding. No omissions nor additions 2 this powerful and totally honest truth told in this web-logging-doc exist anywhere herein.
Another
SUPER BOTBAR weekend and scummer open.
E
N D --- T R A N S M I S S I O N:
I
am not going to be able to adhere to the rule that I am going to
quickly mention here, but I am going to try my best to do it as often
as is humanly possible. I won't publish one more chapter in this new
blog-book, without adding one big major thing, at the end, not long,
just short, sweet, and very hard punching.
This
is the hard-puncher for this chapter:
Professor
Michio Kaku, of NYU, up there in the great state of New York, and all
empires; if anyone gets this message to you, it will possibly lead to
a true advancement in humankind over significant time, and I know
this to be a fact, because of my own personal dam life's experiences,
sir. The study of the mind and its so-called illnesses is very valid
on its face, despite having some powerful side effects to its main
effect, as do all things when playing around with curing and
treatment problems of the mind and the body. My quick point here, is
that if you open up any book on the topic of psychology/psychiatry,
you will see that if a patient were to tell his doctor anything about
Quantum Physics, that patient will be exhibiting numerous psychosis's
and psychotic features; and there is no way that I am telling
anything untrue here. I am giving it to you straight. You can prove
it for yourself, Professor. But we both know that there are things
that, despite people like me saying they are real, causes us to be
labeled insane and crazy, and maybe some politer words. What you guys
in th e world of Quantum dynamics and Theoretical Physics need to do,
is somehow have a third-party merge group, a combination and
collusion of both you quantum guys and gals, with those familiar with
psychiatry. This is a must, in order to truly help not only a lot of
mentally needy people, in this nation, and around this globe, but it
is vital in order to stop many things, or even to put a small dent
into things, such as America's very recent parabolicly exploding
crime wave and gun violence. Take fuckiGN me for a prime terrific
example here. No one into quantum dynamic truths can tell me, that
these ten years that I have been blogging my now 61 year old story as
the current me-life Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr, is not REAL. Psych
doctors will say that to me in a heartbeat however, and try to
medicate me with tropic drugs that would fuck me up twenty times
worse, and they cannot help people like me at all, many who
eventually snap, and then pow, bang bang bang, a place gets all shot
up. Even when I beg for help on blogs for ten straight years, I am
ignored, sneered and jeered at, mocked, and figuratively spat upon by
the world. Not one honest intelligent investigator can tell me I
don't have a real honest major story. They cannot deny my claims and
my life. But even when letters are written to top people from these
fairly important folks in their own right, they go ignored and
unanswered, be it the letter to the Admiral by Congressman Andrew's
assistant's, be it Ron Wirtz Senior at the Camden county Prosecutor's
Office trying to secure some real help for me, and this list could be
typed on for hours on end, I promise you all. What needs to happen in
all cases, is that experts must come together, studly, and eventually
agree not hings, or else, forget it, just like if I tried to prove
ICPE-APE-TECH in a court of law and how Trump has used this against
me to catapult his life into what it is today by a magical force that
no one could ever fucking truly deny, yet I would not be legally
permitted to introduce unaccepted by experts, evidence; such as this
technology and how it indeed is used against me, and probably even
now, many others also, who are blinded by present day blissful
willful ignorance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So my point here, Professor Kaku,
from someone wgo appreciates your mind and intellect, and is one of
your biggest fans from cable TV channels such as Science and History,
and others; Public Broadcast, and on and on; is that only
you will recognize my valid point here sir.
Their needs to be a colluded group of a new discipline here, half
psychiatric and half quantum physicist scientists. If this group,
call them whatever you like, could ever gain expert status, I
KNOW BEYOND ANY DOUBT, that I would be able to have a total cure in
my life and its invisible cosmic problems that surround me, and are
not some mentally ill delusion!
Another
problem however is the establishment, and the protection of the BIG
SHOTS.
I believe secretly for many reasons private to me, and between us;
that the late disco diva Donna Summer, knew a little bit about these
things, and I refuse to discuss this, unless someone wants to really
help in all of this; but she called this, the
“Mister Big shot Syndrome”.
You don't need to know any more for right now, not you Professor, and
not anyone reading these blogs. If I thought you needed to know, I'd
dam tell. But yes, to make my point, in her MBS-SYNDROME idea, things
will be hushed up if people have to KILL YOU, as you and m e little
peeps are always expendable, and some secrets must be there to
protect the BIG SHIOTS, which can translate to two items right off
the bat, any large celebrity, or any super wealthy person, close to
or in the Billionaire bracket!!!!!!!!
NOVEMBER
18, 2013,
MONDAY
MORNING AT 6:42
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
Something
Mister Spock on the original show called “Star Trek”said a while
back in the sixties, applies very well here with all of this, my
friends. Actually he said this to his Vulcan Wife 'Tupring' or
however you might spell her character-name; in a reply and response
to her very logical explanation to him of why she had done what she
had done, and I'll never forget his words from that show, not
ever.“Sometimes having, is not as pleasant as wanting”. Still, I
was not about to take the hell I have been put through by the
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE week after week, and offer to remove these audio
data codes and in return get all the more persecution, and not fight
back, so I did. Still, I keep stuff locked away, and only play the
version that the © Office has, if in my car, or even in here despite
wearing my headphones, as I know I am always being heard, no matter
what I ever do or say or listen to, by someone, or something, right
cap?
END
TRANSMISSION, Sheriff Mascara!!!!!
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