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GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 61







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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. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!


























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What to do, and where they may possibly go, REAL WORLD, WOW Mister Shakespeare, what a question that would be, OR NOT BE, huh, YO???


















YES SIR, I AM SAYING, “I LOVE YOU SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, ALMIGHTY TEEN-QUEEN”,





YOU RAVISHING GORGEOUS KITE FLYING TEEN-GODDESS!!!!















Yes the trillion things that pertain to my past, and boyhood, Misses Marola, 1969, and so much more; No I do not keep track any more; not of this, or anything else that is major frikkin' depressing. Who needs shit that depresses the hell out you??????




Cut me a big ass break, world!!!!
Cut me a big ass break, world!!!!
Cut me a big ass break, world!!!!



l am merely saying that I know what is going on, and I am not saying, that this gives me a whole lot of dam power over it so that I can prevent a lot of this. Think about it seriously for a second. If I have the entire ESS against me, what can one person who knows how to become a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON do to stop all of this? Any guru or mystic or know-it-all or whatever out here, who says differently, is a fool, a liar, or needs serious amounts of personal couch time, in their own lives. Now that I do know, that still is all that I know, GET THAT???












I would rather move forward and worry more about what the GUESTS in my universe are up to today and tomorrow, and stop playing endless super sleuth with shit done by them in the past. I may very well be totally stuck with these GUESTS, continually CROSSING OVER, not Academy Road to Grant Avenue, Cousin Carol Mason!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DID I SAY 52 PERCENT? I WOULD KILL TO BE BACK ANYWHERE NEAR 52% MPB, YO YO YO YO!!!! I now am closer to 98% somewhere, in this shitty 2014. So really, why does the BLOGGER WEBSITE post up the very same pasted in copyright page on my songs downloaded into my document files from the Library of Congress, showing the dude from Disney examining my music, while the WORDPRESS WEBSITE does not post it up in that way? It is the very same paste up, from the very same page downloaded from the one and only Copyright Office, Mister MICROSUCKS LIGHT-BULB LATTISAW JACK HACK ATTACK BLACK HAT CRACK????
So tell me, YO, just exactly what would these ding-a-lings do, if they could not screw with me 24-7; old chum, Bob McDowell, of the great Federal Communications Commission??????? WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE.




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I swear on my HUNTINGTON ETERNAL HELL, these things are all accurate and true, so help me as a citizen of the USA, and fear of eternal punishment from Almighty Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, ''GOD'' to you.





AND SOMEHOW MYSTERIOUSLY IT ALL CONNECTS UP HERE WITH MY MUSIC!!!!!!!


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I had another pal from school, not just Jerry Heitzmann and Bob McDowell, but Bruce Pennock. Very soon, a lot of wild stuff will be told about this, but first, something that sort of fits and sort of doesn't yet makes a powerful point, is going to be talked about just a little bit, good peeps. This is a surreal and way beyond unbelievable tale unless you knew the entire story that spans no human lifetime, but rather, somewhere to round shit off folks, at about ten freaking thousand years. This is only part of the story and the equation, but this time period is important for you to keep in mind. Just as SSJK has powerful numbers that mean a lot to her in her world, I too have the same, only they are different numbers, but still they mean quite a bit to me, in my world.













































































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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!!!



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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











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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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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!

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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!!!!!!!!!!









B--------U--------TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT 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.















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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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