GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 61
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BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN 2006-2016
Mark
Wayne Mohr Blogs
Yes,
I wanted the Assistant to my old 1975 pal Bob Andrews, who sang some
great songs for me before becoming our great Jersey Congressman;
whose name, after Mister Phil Petru and Mister Steve Petersen no
longer were working in his office; was Mister Clarence Harris of
Sicklerville, New Jersey, back in 1997 and 1998, who loved to give
my mother extremely sexy kisses at my home in Blue Anchor, New
Jersey, Mister Jason WFMU Forrest, DJ; to prove me wrong. He was so
determined to prove me wrong, world, and almost did a Joe Postal
Paget one day, in the summer of 1998, after failing all day long, to
indeed do so. I totally blew his mind, Russell Thaxton; right along
with the Count of Marcucci's mind, back in the autumn of 1969, when
the Gulf Stream changed course forever, and the UFO-Bluebook
shut down and claimed the UFO situation, to be a non-issue. All these
seemingly unconnected events, all connect so
perfectly together, as do any and all things; but we can just
leave this right there, for right now, lovely
L&O-LOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No
I want to be proven wrong, just as badly as you wanted to indeed
PROVE ME WRONG, CLARENCE OLD BUDDY. Here is a BRO who paid this poor
old honky the biggest complement that any bro could give to a pale
face. He said to me if I was just a little younger, he would want me
to marry his daughter Mindy, who was then in 1998, age seventeen; and
I was in my early middle forties. I cannot be proven wrong,
SEABOTTOM, because ICPE-APE is real, just as October 5, 2008 blogs
are real. Just as all persons and entities who know higher truths,
connect themselves always, in some way, with those two buildings that
are no more, in Manhattan, Donna before did it in her strange 1968
song as a teenager, and on and on I could go, without glitter or any
1986 booming sounds and other unpleasant things, spoken of in my
copyrighted songs. I want to be proven wrong, but I simply CANNOT BE,
this KARGE SIMULATION IS REAL, and totally TRUE, folks. Believe it,
or not, Mister Ripley; in or out of wonderful awesome mega-great
ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY,
USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Things
are what they are, and the greater code than the towers, is and was
known by Dawn King all along, and shared with her great clan of TAWF
all along, you cannot escape these truths, none of ever can. IT
IS
WHAT IT IS.
The code is to realize you take
this marvelous untrumpable saying, and merely remove words number 2
and number 5 from this five word great coded cosmic poem. What is
left but ALMIGHTY ISISCYLLA, who sang LOIS FOCA to me in early June
of 1980, in an unforgettable wild DREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!! Going still one
more step further, is the GUTHERMAN SYNDROME. Why did the great SSJK
not realize that this would not be such a great Chemtrailitis career
move? If she knows so very much, why would she want Midge, and the
RS1500US, Mister Thaxton, oh mighty
wisdom guru book burner of the NON-BOB???????????
Think about all this, those who know exactly what's being said here,
really, YYYYYYYY JIMMY YYYYYYY, © 1984, YYYYYYYYYYYYY would you do
this to yourself, lovely wonderful ''LAB-TECH''? Poor Mike and
Mariah, when will all of these greats learn how real this all is,
Clarence sir?, and say hi to to the Congressman for me.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I
want to be wrong so badly, but I never ever never ever never ever am.
Here is just a tiny teeny little bit more proof of this reality,
peeps! So let me discuss this wild BRIGGBASE LAMBRIGGER ASTRAL REALM
CULT and its great powerful all mighty leader, Donald 'Shorty'
MacInvondi Trump. Let's also discuss the great Congressman Andrews of
Jersey, and his 1997 and 1998 assistant who came to be my pal the way
the Congressman once was to a small degree back in the
nineteen-seventies, Mister Clarence Harris. The MAMBRIGG-CULT has a
very large area they operate out of, on the PLANK REALM, which
suggests right away, a major misnomer, you know the words plank and
large used in the same sentence. This is only because you may not
understand full dimensional ration reality or FDRR as shortened as
one of Morianity's terms and teachings, and no intended rip off to a
once fantastic American and great president.
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT
NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE
YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING
POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
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The
problem is that no one in the world is ready for a bunch of non
registered private journey travelers, skipping across the
hyperspace, doing all sorts of things that the world powers have
no power or control over. The problem I will always have with all
of this shit is the evental-time-warp of 1987, and my pal David.
If they did not want all this to happen, they should have just
allowed me to live a normal life, which is all I ever wanted to
fucking do in the first place, not be here trying to create the
one and only religion for an entire millennium. It is these
paradoxes and philosophical conundrums that just don't cut it, as
far as logic and common sense reasoning goes, at least ''to my
mind'', quoting my late great ''Uncle'' Heinz Gottwald, of
Babylon, New York, in late 1972!!!!!!!!!!
I
BELIEVE I SAID, QUOTE, “Sometimes
you only get one chance in this world”.
This was an exact quotation to me, from the son of a woman, back
in 1963, at 2041 Chestnut Street.
My mom and her were both nabes and pals, and around the same age,
mid forties. She was a nurse in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in some
center city hospital. One day the four of us were in her apartment
and I had said or done something, that then went onto prompt her
son of about age 22 give or take, to say this unforgettable
advice-statement to me, and I will not ever forget his name
either, John McDowell,
same
last name as my soon to come in another decade or just shy, friend
from the Cooley Wormhole Lobby-Angel-Dream, where I attended a
special education school on Hopkins Lane in Haddonfield, New
Jersey, known then as the Bancroft Neural Health system. Two
McDowell's in my life in nine years, to say the least, Mister Yogi
Berra, is a pretty wild little 'coeenkeedink'. But while we are on
this topic, do you really want me, anybody out here, to go on with
this? Hay Margie Leo from 1985, cut me one Sweetie and not the
smelly kind, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I try to show how real this all
is and show all kinds of proofs, and even dared to do a little
YOU-TUBE stuff, and then began to figure to myself, well, if peeps
want to do things their way, FRANKIE, then enjoy having one blue
and one brown eye, and give my best to all female country
vocalists that are not discussing dogs or skies in their lyrics,
oh that's right PP, our thing went, “When the BLUE skies turn to
gray, wrong colors, sorry about that, I am only a person, old 1973
buddy and tape
recorder 'voice alterer',
Sir Bruce Allan Pennock! Is a peta-juata WOW in order here, you
know, a WOW times ten to the power of minus thirty-three. That
would take up some nice big telescopic chunk of sky area, right
amateur astronomers and pros as well??????? Yes, no do overs in
this life, many times, and without L&O “SARAH-DAUGHTERS”,
right HARNER??????????? These boys in Hellyweird don't miss a
trick, and they seem to know 100 times or more things about me,
that I know about me. Well, we all know by now, hopefully Mister
Islander-Joel, SIR, that only T3E entities can explain this
otherwise unexplainable mystery, along with pyramids, and zillions
of other wild shit!!!!!!!!!! So this makes the next question
obvious to a moron who diligently follows the teachings of
MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Was the great son of the Philly-Nurse, a
TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON? Who knows. His advice was a major listen-up
for me, only at the time, what does a punky little kid like me
care? We all need to be living backwards, born with the wisdom of
our future selves at age 90, only reality kills that cool little
fucking plan, eh? Still, I repeat the truth that those were
extremely Wise words from the son of my mother's friend, the
Philadelphia nurse, John McDowell. Let me go back into time with
STM, and be sure all of this is covered in blogs. Folks this is no
joke, this is what happens with all of us, you know, why did I do
that or what is this bullshit? Well, many times it is T3E active
and controlling us without our being remotely aware of it, and
many times it is our own STM selves, being sure bases are getting
covered. Did I ever ever wonder where the shadows dwelt by day in
1983, before the 21st
century came around first? Ask the mighty Manhattan Quantum
Physicist, Professor Kaku, as you all ready have my opinion which
does not count since I have no walls filled up with
degrees!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAA.
All
Julie's, Roxanne's, and Kate's everywhere, listen up,
pweeeeeeeeeze!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't have all the answers, but
I'll tell you this much, after being literally totally mother
fucking pummeled to my nightmare hellish death, for 353 solid
mother fucking months today exactly, since 15 August in 1986; I
know how the patterns operate with the Milituforce, and they love
to take my people and either crush them to death, or make great
celebrities out of them, as EITHER FUCKING WAY, YO; they have them
in their total fucking clutches!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I also come to
see with absolute clarity, that there may be a coincidence here
and there every decade or so, and that is most assuredly possible,
but highly fucking improbable. When I went to the Congressman's
Office, in the early summer of 1996, to tell Phil Patru and Steve
Petersen, his two assistants that maybe Atlantic
City
and my past there in the sixties, was somehow all wrapped up in
this mess, way up in the middle nineties; something had begun to
already unfold, that was leading me to this line of thinking, and
new-concepts of life in general, and my life that even though it
may seem inconceivably absurd, connected shit from current middle
age manhood, into lots of weird and even esoteric shit from my
boyhood. Shortly after this, I moved into the home in Somerdale,
up in Jersey, that I called the DEATH-HOUSE,
as my mom officially died there, even though she was resuscitated
at the Kennedy Hospital's Stratford, New Jersey Division, just
less than a mile down the street; and not only did that happen to
her on one of the final days of 1997, but wild and unfathomable
shit also happened to me there, with my computer and those Tandy
Corporation employees and the car that parked outside my home and
the power going out, and the electric ball lightning that seemed
to flow at a visible blue-bullet speed, through my walls that I
was actually able to perceive on many mornings around just shy of
the day break hour with all the lights off. I could go on and on
and on, my phone making a horrible loud sound that made it
impossible to use or communicate, even though I was paying my
bill, and zillions of other things that would have indeed fucking
killed any normal mortal-person!!!!!!!!!!!! But this is also where
I lived, when the Assistant to Congressman Andrews, Mister
Clarence Harris, came to be my friend, and after the Congressman
had moved his office to just a couple streets over from where he
had grown up as a boy and a teenager on Oak Avenue, along the
famous WATER COMPANY ACMUA WHITE HORSE PIKE, where I seemed to
also reside throughout most of my time living up in Jersey, as
well, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! We became friends, and he was living in a
home in Sicklerville, New Jersey, right next door to another home,
who had a resident who was related to the locally well known
child-celebrity world, Miss
Sally Starr,
of the ABC NETWOK'S 1960's “Popeye-Theater”.
One day after Mister Harris knew all about my Atlantic City
problems and aerial harassment woes, and SARAH and 10-SC AVENUE,
and all of the Milituforce along with Atlantic City nightmares
from my present as well as my past; we went to Atlantic City, and
on the way back after being lied to by lots of people on 10-SC
Avenue which really made him angry, we stopped at the Abseacon,
New Jersey Dairy Queen (DQ) for some ice cream. This is the first
time that this tall gorgeous dark haired goddess was there, or at
least that I had seen there there, and I was a regular customer
since 1986 while doing my roulette playing at the Atlantic City
casinos. In 1988 and 1989 I talked to Admiral Perry over the phone
at the FAA Technical Center several times, and he was evasive with
me, but I could tell that he knew a lot fucking more than he was
willing to say, and it was evident and obvious to a moron fool, so
don't think I am being stupid ass paranoid as I am most certainly
not. I know that after the Congressman's Assistants Patru and
Petersen had written to him on the congressman's official
letterhead concerning my being extremely persecuted by aerial
shit, shortly before his Office moved from Somerdale-Stratford, to
a few miles west, down the White Horse Pike, to Haddon Heights, in
Jersey; that something was beyond weird. Why?
Well,
for starters, he never wrote back, and as I stated, this was a
letter written to him officially, on the Congressman's stationary,
and this is a United States Federal Congressman, not just a mere
state representative.
I would be willing to bet a million fuckiGN bucks, that the
enemies got his super goddess tall daughter, that job at the DQ,
as it was just a holler away from the Pomona, New Jersey FAA
Technical Center (Federal Aviation Administration). The biggest
part of it all is how horrible Kate treated me and Mister Harris,
causing him to no longer wish to aid and assist me with my
Atlantic City-SARAH problems any longer. For a reward, they make
her a big ass star, and then ship her to out CALI; huh Mister WFMU
Jason fucking Forrest; YO????????????????? Now as I said, I am
basing all of my conclusions on three powerful things. First,
patterns of behavior, by my MILI-2-FORCE ENEMIES, and the way the
Briggbase operates, and second, who
they TRULY ARE for the most part
when they all
agree to come here as a human group,
with
a major mind-control-agenda,
and lack of my taking normal-mortal coincidental events, as
something all blase, and to be simply written off as mere
happenstance events. The third part of my argument for absolutely
believing this about DQ-KATE, is that I have no power at all to
find out any differently. So if I am wrong, any one of my 40 or so
readers over the past years, can always leave a comment and tell
me how to verify if I am correct or incorrect, as I love to learn,
but unfortunately, I have no one around me who knows diddly
fuckign shit about this new mechanized society of ours with this
garbage fucking internet that controls the world now, and so, I
can only use my three logical reasons for my conclusions here. If
someone wishes to ever tell me I am wrong, and can show me proof
that she always lived in Cali or did in 1997, or that the Admiral
has no daughter who would be in her late teens at that time in
1997, then I am all eyes and I am all ears, awaiting such
information. It's
just that this BRIGGBASE operates in this mode so incredibly and
beyond frequently,
that it allows me to just put a lot of 2+2 things together and get
a 99+% chance that I have made a correct speculation!!!!!!!! So am
I going to be dead-dead-dead here Art Crane, Detective Stabler,
lovely goddess Paula Patton, and Squire-Garth advanced
life-entity-child, TRELANE? Hey the man wouldn't answer a simple
letter written to him by an official Congressman's request on my
behalf, and then along comes hostile Kate at the QUEEN, and yes,
ON THE WHITE HORSE PIKE, just a couple miles away from the great
and powerful FAA-Technical Center, for crying out fucking loud,
YO!!!!!!! HA-HA-WHO, Icabod, YO, not ME for crissake, in or out of
late 1981 and into Playboy-Bunny 1982.
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AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
MIKE MCNULTY, YO!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
MIKE MCNULTY, YO!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
MIKE MCNULTY, YO!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
MIKE MCNULTY, YO!
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
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BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
MARK WAYNE MOHR
JANUARY
16, 2016,
SATURDAY
NIGHT AT 10:47,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS * DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE TODAY------(H-*/L-*).
WIND
IS * AT *, WITH GUSTING TO *.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS *%, FEELING LIKE *.
MEGAHELL
ON
STEROIDS,
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OH
THESE PWETTY FWOWERS, MISTER A&R ASTRAL-CALLIO FAMILY.
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TRANSMISSION.
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER
60
Sheriff
Kenneth J. Mascara, and Attorney General Pam Bondi, my death is your
fault. I will not survive any more of the attack as bad as
the one last week now, and you two are indeed LEGALLY responsible
for my spilled blood, here in your state and in your county!!!
FIRE
ALARMS ARE GOING OFF AGAIN LIKE FIRE CRACKERS ON THE FOURTH OF JULY,
TWO OF THEM YESTERDAY, OR THE ONE AROUND NOON AND THE OTHER, WAKING
ME OUT OF A SOUND SLEEP, AND WRECKING WHAT IS LEFT OF A DYING MAN'S
HEALTH; AT AFTER 4 THIS MORNING. YESTERDAY AFTERNOON; HORRIBLE
HORRENDOUS MONSTER FUCKING CHEMTRAILS FILLED THE SKIES AROUND
ME, MAKING ME SICKER AND SICKER;
WHEEZING, AND COUGHING. WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU; GREAT FORMER
ARTIST, AND HOPEFULLY STILL CURRENT PAL, SIR PRINCE???????????
Some
may be wondering why I don't have a zillion Q&A items with Gawky
Gaukauk's great numeration-prediction-system (GGNPS) for short, and
without the added adjective of 'great'? Well, wonder no more, and
just listen-up YO. I am not going to
endlessly feed a starvable and otherwise dealable
monster; and screw the English vocabulary that is against my making
these two words, when they so adequately fit what I want to mother
fucking say, YO BRAH; by always running to play a roulette game,
test my luck, write blog notes or do a blog, or query the GAWNUM, or
do any of dozens of possible things that is no different than on the
original movie THE CAGE that led to all of the great STAR TREK SYFY
shit in 1966, original Star Ship Enterprise Captain Christopher
Pike, when he told that lovely blond girl on Tallow-4 Planet, and I
quote, “I am not going to sit in here and perform for my supper
for these zoo keepers”, well, it is a close quote and slightly
better than a mere paraphrase, but it makes my point perfectly,
folks. They would have loved for me to run up here to blog the mind
bending off the scale afternoon chemtrail assault on me yesterday,
so why make my fucking cunt zoo-keeping jerk off dirt bags happy,
and let them just win as easy as Mike Jackson's fucking sixties
ABC123??????????????
The
MILI-2-FAWCES struck me, with an
assault so badly last week, BECAUSE OF
THAT MOTHER FUCKING STOCK GARBAGE MARKET UP IN NEW DIRT BAG YORK;
that I know for a fact, would have killed any ORDINARY MORTAL, who
was not totally prepared for this unspeakable and unconscionable
war against a pitiful pathetic person, launched by one entire
governing body of shadow-black-operations
consisting of super-power world powers and other powerful Scott
Ransom people in general; and this is what I was forced to fucking
cunt endure and suffer through like it's nothing, an don top of
being elderly and ill now unlike when this shit all fuckign got
stared three full god dam decades earlier,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of
being over run with infestations of
horrible creatures where I live and eat,
and have non-stop utility assaults on my paid for utilities and
personal paid for legally owned property,
as a fully legal born here free, United States mother fucking
citizen; I must also simultaneously suffer and endure all of these
things from the gates of hell, along with major fucking covert death
beams, aerial sieges, and much much much much fucking more; for a
solid thirty years now, since this all began getting really bad, on
one very exact date, and that is AUGUST
15, 1986,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies on a
crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719,
G-13, CG5555-QP3 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and STOP.
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted
long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone
is colored RED. The
low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual
beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and
singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan,
use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this
sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology,
(ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
MAGNESONIC, on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE,
PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be
transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
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GO
TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P
JANUARY
16, 2016,
SATURDAY
AFTERNOON AT 2:54,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 75 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-75/L-50).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 54%, FEELING LIKE 77.
WIND
IS SW AT 4, WITH GUSTS TO 8.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
PREDICTION:
PARTLY SUNNY TO 78 HIGH.
It
is only a matter of time, before Magnesonic really does cause some
gigantic catastrophe on this planet, since there is no way to make
the Milituforce stop this fucking 30 year assault on me, Mizz Bondi
and Sheriff Mascara. I have tried, and you can believe that, but
they won't stop until I am dead, OR THEY ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If
I am wrong, why didn't either of you try to prove me wrong by
assisting me??????????
That
incredible nightmare where bullets flew down an airfield, allowed me
to know things were going to be real super fucking bad back
yesterday, Friday. Still, did I even need that, KING FAMILY. Here we
mother fucking go again, blog readers (blogaud) as I call you.
Friday after-all, was Marty King Day. You all know the story with
the Bank of New Jersey, and Mister Cable the President of the bank,
and that very very snowy January 15 day, back in mother fuckign
1978, as it has been blog-told on my older original blogs of
Morianity, over and over and over, and yes, EVEN BEFORE
I EVER MET ANN KING
let alone my ever residing with this horrendous fucking family. My
hat is off to you SIR CRUZ for daring to stand up against their very
very very non-Ingrid NEW YORK POWER AND LIFESTYLES, YOU GO
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey, I suffer and die daily, because of
them, so I think that qualifies me to speak, since indeed I DO
KNOW!!!!!!!!!
THE
END, ALL CUTE LOVELY LITTLE SAVANTS, YO!!!
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 59
Since
I am under this super mother fucking beyond death siege, I feel it
is time to tell something really fucking big, and so I shall.
IT
BEGINS WITH A QUOTE FROM THE GREAT MAN OF RELIGION AND CHRISTIANITY,
DOCTOR BILLY GRAHAM. IT IS EITHER A PERFECT QUOTE OR MAYBE A WORD OR
TWO OFF, BUT HE SAID IT, AND I AM NOW GOING TO DISCUSS IT. “EITHER
JESUS CHRIST WAS WHO HE SAID HE WAS, OR HE WAS SERIOUSLY MENTALLY
ILL, OR ELSE HE WAS THE BIGGEST LIAR IN THE HISTORY OF THE HUMAN
RACE”. I can promise all of you that
it indeed is the first of those three possibilities that each
of us must deal with in 'faith'. However; I can just as strongly
assure you all that there is a bit more to this, and it even took
almost twenty centuries for a man to come to understand more detail
about what I will tell you now; and this would be Princeton
University's great Professor
Einstein.
The
Cosmos or GOD is real in and of itself, and is also real as
our COSMOS. For the energy-essence of this
force to become physical, a famous formula in reverse, is
behind how this is done, or M=E divided by
C Squared. To become mass and matter, this energy is
Lawtronically divided by the square of the constant or light
velocity {C}. You all know of this in forward
mode only, as energy is equal to mass
times the CONSTANT-SQUARED. This is expressed mathematically
as E=MC and then a little raised up number 2, that I do not know how
to make on a computer keyboard. I only know what I know, and I do
not know what I do not know, and I KNOW
that I never have lied about that, or made any bones about it
whatsoever either. My point to this is
not mathematical however, but rather, pertaining to things quite
human and very down to Earth, literally, as to how Almighty
''GOD'' arrived here as Jesus Christ, and
biblically, the ''SON OF GOD''. We all move off of the Astral
Plane or (PLANK) or (spiritual realm) and many other names meaning
the very same exact thing; and we have a sequence of dreams. In
reverse, as we seem to perceive so many things here while in those
dreams, we see ourselves as awake and not dreaming, and that this is
a real life. The energy of the brain however converts into matter
mode by lawtronic circuitry, and divides itself by light velocity
squared, and suddenly, we are tuned into this kind
of Star Trek Next-Gen 'HOLOGRAM'. Just as created
characters on their Holodeck, on that great TV-SHOW; do not realize
that they are just there because of a similar circuitry system, we
do not as well! It could not be simpler, and John Henningsen the
great, had the most perfect and clear way to express something as
this, and you all know it by now; not just
Mister Joel from up on the island. Thanks for that lovely
back knife, Mister BonJovi, sir. I thought we were friends!
O-----U-----C-----H----------------->>>>>>>>!!!!!!!!
Jesus
was who he claimed to be, Billy, the other Billy. Oh I can
promise you that this entire deal is true, and no, not
because I have one tiny mother fuckiGN bit of FAITH. I
probably would be a total doubter if I had to rely on any
kind of human faith. Mine is very weak.
If I cannot experience something; then I find believing in its
truth, very difficult, to quite impossible. That is just me, and I
am being up front with the world about it. However, I
HAVE SEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THAT is how I mother fuckiGN know that all this spiritual
mother fuckiGN shit is so TOTALLY ABSOLUTELY
REAL-REAL-REAL-REAL- AND REALE-TOM!!!!!!!!!!
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peeps; when I say JESUS CHRIST is who he claimed himself to be; just
what does MORIANITY know, about the
full Sinners-Adam's-non-choking-apple,
from the great powerful tree of all knowing non PPK wisdom, from not
just back in 1974? Well, for fucking cunt eating starters, oh great
wonderful lads and lassies out here, YO; I know that JESUS WAS THE
TOP DOG OF THE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND
SOCIETY. Lots of others are in this great organization, but
knowing many of them over the millennia, folks, I can truly honestly
(verily) say unto all of you, that this dude WAS, IS, and always
WILL BE the KING PIN, or better said, the
KING, and actually I know him as KING AKOSLEM, and
he actually freed me from a type of police squad car, while
on my way to be taken to DOGTOWN, or (H---E---L---L)
by your religious doctrine and verbiage; as I had been caught in
what is Astrally called in the GREAT CAPITOL CITY, a
round-up. The 4th time you are caught, you are
not deported outside of the city into outer darkness (the Purg), but
taken instead to do a minimum DOGTOWN
sentence. There is no words for DOGTOWN. I would be happy
beyond any POWERBALL WINNER, a million times over, to suffer my
worst persecution from the Milituforce here on Earth such as this
morning's attack, for a trillion years; than to spend one moment in
DOGTOWN. Maybe that can start to tell you all how horrible that
place is, that you all call HELL. MAYBE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
just what is the difference between the cosmos or GOD
in true infinite form, dividing by light speed squared, in
order to come here physically; and you or me doing this from the
'PURG' when we eventually become tired from multiple nearly endless
interactions there, and begin to get spirit-sleepy so to speak, and
then drift into human-dreaming sequence, here in the hyperspace
multiple universe system? Well, A GREAT BIG DIFFERENCE. When we are
here and without Morianity or infinite truths revealed to us on a
conscious mind level, we do not care about anything that we cannot
perceive with our five seemingly real senses or sensory system that
produces this hologram-illusion of a sort. For those doubting my
words, it is ashame for you more than it is for me, that you don't
make a trip to the great Manhattan NYU, to visit with their
wonderful Professor Michio Kaku, take his this blog address, let him
read these things, and then tell you, “WOW,
he is not nuts, and he is not lying to anybody”. Hey, do
whatever you want to, but as for me, I'd want to at least confirm
that the Mountainpen is crazy or not, if there was a real honest way
of doing it, and guess what, that would be one
way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Everything,
and I mean EVERYTHING, is all about what this wonderful Almighty God
told me, as SSJKK, back when I was dreaming that it was Pearl Harbor
Day, in 1996; and that is HER GAME, the
game that PINK GODDESS-SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE
loves to play so much, and that is reflected in the very name of
this BLOG-CHAPER, called, ''GUESS THE NAME OF
THE GUESTS''! This of course has to mean something, as SHE
never does anything randomly and all helter-skelter nonsensical. It
means, I've come to learn after about 18 years or so later in
early-middle 2014 somewhere; that I am supposed to wonder just who
is REALLY WHO, and who is a visiting EXPLORATRON (dream-traveler).
This is not like any movie we go to where spiritual forces and those
who've supposedly sold their 'souls' to the 'devil' now have the
power to do to other innocents around them. This is real and true,
and indeed, we all know that we must fall asleep and dream or else
insanity would take over. Again, don't trust me, ask any really
qualified psychiatrist whether or not I am correct about that
statement. Just do it before you mock what I say,
assholes!!!!!!!!!!!! When we go exploring the hyperspace with our
sub-conscious thoughts (while we sleep), we enter the multiverse of
the virtually countless parallel other worlds where we too are
existing, but over there in these parallel worlds, we are awake and
living other unique lives, as doubles (doppelgangers) of us here.
And then as we are awake and living our lives, our doubles sleep
too. As they sleep, they come here. We normally are just TYPE-1
explorers (Exploratrons) inside of another one of our doubles. This
is why most 'dreams' (hyperspace-travels) appear to be like watching
movies. We sort of really are indeed watching movies. GET IT YET?
Stay dumb if you want to, I can't twist anybody's mother fuckiGN
arms!!!
Cosmos
itself has the ability to come here in a physical form whenever IT
(he-she) wants to, it has no true gender. I know IT as the great
Sarah Krassle, but IT has been here many times, and others know IT
as JESUS the MESIAH (Christ), and still others may know other
things, or not, an dis not for me to know or say.
When
we dream-travel (SLEEP), we may or we may
not
remember some tid bits about our experience with our
conscious-mental-memory-processes, UPON AWAKENING!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some
folks NEVER
have any conscious
recall to (THEIR-DREAMS),
and claim as a result, “Hey
asshole Mountainpen, I don't ever dream”.
BULLSHIT
bud! YOU
DON'T REMEMBER YOUR DREAMING; that's all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
None of us remember more than a razor-tip edge, to the complexities
of our (full spiritual existence) that includes our full total
multiversal beingness (all of the doubles along with us). The
hyperspace
effects
or
'HSE'
of living in the multiverse, where we are awake and conscious in one
of them, and all of the others are in parallel universes; is what
causes the phenomena to occur where what Morianity calls
TOWEL-SEEPAGE, is a direct result, and I will discuss this now. Last
night, I won't begin right now on this blog to tell you, but between
just daybreak when I got up to take a fucking leak and went right
back to sleep, and the time the hell all began around 24 minutes
past nine this cunt lapping morning; I was with some weird people,
both to quote Dark Shadows' lovely Nancy Barrett Carolyn Stoddard,
and what she said to Adam concerning dreams, how we sometimes are
with people we know and yet other times we are with people who we do
not know, and this was the case with me, as I was with many people,
of both categories. Of course this is true gorgeous Carolyn, YO; we
all know many of the same folks in localized parallel universes in
the hyperspace, and we also know other folks there who we may not
know here while awake in our universe. Like DUH! Let me tell you
about the one portion of my 'nightmare' that caused things to all
begin just minutes later here in the waking world time-illusion, as
in truth, these worlds of parallel have absolutely zero nada zilch
noit no inter-effect with each other. They all have their own real
time and line that it runs on, but I am saying that there is no
parallel as to two worlds running the same. You may wake up and that
place you left was all gone and burned out of existence a trillion
trillion trillion mother fucking years ago for all you know. I could
discuss with you all, things like this and millions of other things
as well, and we would never get to what I want to tell you, so let
me just do that, ''right here and right now'', lovely Lieutenant
LOO, of the L&O TV-SHOW.
There
I was standing along a wall with some people I did not know, and I
had just been with both Jim Burr and Dave Roth, before that, and it
was a mind bending experience that we can get into later on. This
girl suddenly told me many things about militia's that she was in,
and how one of them was planning a major revolution against the
United States, and yet they were in no way in with any foreign
terrorists such as the ISIS and similar Radical-Muslim movements.
She told me some very fascinating fuckiGN things and also how she
was going to do some huge thing, and then she said that she dropped
out of it all because of some new weapon that her group somehow
secretly knew that the United States Military had developed, and she
was too scared to stay in that militia, and ran away, and yet I was
standing there wondering why we seemed to be along a brick wall
watching a huge air field where military bomber-planes were all on
the ground, and test firing some new weapon. I kept telling her and
some dude next to her not to stick their heads out past the wall as
it was too dangerous, and they kept doing it, and finally, both of
their heads vanished in a small yet real bright blue flame of some
kind, and then I saw the bodies just drop down onto the ground and
smoke was coming out from their necks and the stench was so horrible
that I thought I'd lose consciousness, and remember thinking that. I
was a type-1-exploratron, and totally
had no idea that I was ''dreaming''
in other words. Then the firing kept happening, and I tried to move,
but was totally frozen, and those bullets of blue-fire were racing
across this airfield, and were moving at about ten percent the speed
of regular bullets, much slower. Then I awoke from this, and after
just five minutes, at 9:24 A.M., came my MILITARY or (Milituforce)
death siege. HADDONWOOD SWIM CLUB all over again. Just as on that
horrible dark and overcast day, as it is here today, I awoke and
when I traveled to my health club, the military scum were all over
me assaulting me from the air, and this had been mother fuckiGN
blogged and blogged and blogged, folks, and you know
it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I type-speak, it is pouring down
rain here in Fort Pierce, Florida at my Public Housing Building at
Avenue B and Seventh Street, at 1:35 Post Meridian (P.M.) just in
case anyone is at all interested, and I MEAN POURING
RAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks, every time I am being
persecuted in a parallel universe ( SOME DREAM) by the
Mili-2-fawces; I GET REAMED AND FUCKING PUMMELED by these dirt bag
parallel doppelgangers of them here in my waking world
universe!!!!!!!!!!! It never ever mother fuckiGN fails, and
then you call me a fuckiGN liar regarding Towel-Seepage and HSE?
SCREW
YOU CHARLIE BROWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TRANSMISSION.
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