GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 86
I
am on a major fucking roll for the DISDEE-ENEMY that makes things
vanish, and naturally, I don't believe in 100-BCE cave days shit,
BUTTTTTTTT, I definitely do believe in the very same resulting
reality all around everywhere. What I jokingly refer to as the
disappearing demon entity, that then went onto evolve into the
combined shorter name of DISDEE; is
merely a jest in so far as conceptual nomenclature. Do I know it is
all real, and more precise than any Swiss time peace ever yet built?
You bet your ass I do, Annie Cornfields
Amy Madigan Costner!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of this being as
major and annoying as all mother fucking shit eating hell, I have the
KLUTZ-OUT-DEMON mother fucker on me
recently, that is literally driving me up a cunt huffing wall at the
speed of light god dam squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So far
today, my fave ice cream spoon has vanished into the winds, and off
of the four corners of this world; and I have spilled, and made a dam
ass unholy mess all over my bed; and just after an hour of cleaning
in my kitchen, I had to go right back to another mother fuckiGN cunt
eating ten or fifteen minutes of cleaning my bedspread. To put this
quite politely; this is getting major mother fuckiGN annoying as all
god dam ass get the shit out!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WO Billy H.
Para-llel
universes, Copyrighted registration certificate-PAU000204015,
Paula,
Patricia,
and more (PA)
stuff; is all topic for expanded ESS
data at a future time, kind people. Again, “We
can always get back to this”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The
topic of ESS
(Exploratronic
Supermind
Society)
is quite intricate and complex. Also there is PA
as in PUBLIC
ADDRESS,
PA
as in Carlisle, Pennsylvania (PA)
where ADA
Wirtz told me
that I would find all my answers, regarding my persecution, ever
since leaving high school, in January of 1973. Then comes the really
ultimate original Latin-PA-root.
I mean who doesn't know about PATRICIDE,
from killing ones father?
JANUARY
30, 2016,
SATURDAY
EVENING AT 7:31,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 59 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-69/L-44).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 93%, AND WIND CHILL IS 58 .
CALM
WINDS ARE GUSTING ESE AT 11 .
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
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
I
AM FEELING LIKE TOTAL FUCKING SHIT.
MEGAHELL
ON
STEROIDS,
CHAPTER
00000
GUESS—-GUESTS---GAMES---SARAH
KRASSLE---ESS,
or the Great
And
Powerful
(GAP)
Exploratronic
Supermind
Society!!!!!!!!!!
Some may be hiding right up there near this famous to this area beach
club, The Avalon Beach Club of Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, ESMWG.
All
galaxies in the cosmos, including our very own
Milky Way Galaxy (MWG), has both a center, as well as its
perimeter edges. So just how did the
mighty wonderful SAMSUNG ELECTRONIC COMPANY, seem to know so
much about all of this Exploratronic Star Trek and Morianity recent
deal, one is left to seriously ponder about??????????????? Let us
carefully examine all of this, folks. They have great products. I
even voluntarily endorse some of them on my blogs from time to time.
But right around the time I bought those STAR
TREK VIDEO VHS MOVIE TAPES from my local Fort Pierce, Florida,
USA GOODWILL-STORE, at the Virginia Avenue Shopping Mall, here in
town on Route 1 US-Federal-Highway; and shortly thereafter began to
evolve in my thinking about many things, such as the truth about
PINK-GODDESS, as well as so many reasons based on good sound fucking
logic, as to why I came to these beliefs; along comes this great new
phone from SS or I think they call these devices 'I' phones in this
high teck world of Pottery-Wizardry, and they call it GALAXY-EDGE, as
in PINK-GODDESS dwelling indeed out at our galaxy's edge, at least in
the STAR TREK episode from 1966, called, “Where No Man Has Gone
Before”. I am now left to seriously wonder if this great
electronics company, or its owners or majority stockholders, and
whatever; are more than just who they are physically, such as Gene
Roddenberry and his writing crew and the gang who created this
marvelous STAR TREK culture, half a century ago this very year. I
mean, that most likely, as with the crew that invented Star Trek, the
owners of SAMSUNG may very well also have transdimensional
dream-force travelers (Type-3-Exploratrons) inside and controlling
them, from advanced parallel universes where time is ahead of us, and
so would be technology, wisdom, and knowledge. Hey, as Ziggy said in
July and August back in 1969 so often, ''I don't know nothing'', not
for sure. How can I, or you, or anyone else for that matter? But I do
say that this is enough of a weird coincidences for me to believe
this to be a definite-possibility.
JANE
MOTHER FUCKING TOTAL WHORE BITCHWITCH NONOBREATHSLUT, JUST FUCKING
GOT ME AGAIN, WITH PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN. SHE IS GOING TO FIND THE
END OF MY FUCKING SHOE ONE DAY, AND THAT'S A DAM PROMISE.
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Well
goooooooooooooolllllllllleeeeey Sergeant Carter
old buddy, old pal. If I am not the eternally hangin' in there
HUNTINGTON for crying out loud, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Braintree where one of
my ax murdering family branches lived up north in Massachusetts-USA,
is only a short way from the great Boston. It is considered to be a
suburb section of the city, and quite the exclusive one, or it was. I
never have been there. I
guess my mom's Aunt Alice Gallagher and her mom from Chicago, wish
they had never been there either,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! Oh yes, you may do it, Mister
Michael McNulty. “WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”.
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That
night, watching those Star Trek shows, while living at 112
Harvard Avenue, Somerdale, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way
Galaxy, in 1996, in the autumn on the 30th
Anniversary of their TELEVISION SHOW PRODUCTION LAUNCH;
memories flooded in that I could not handle, leading to the wild
dreams the following year of the Publishing Clearinghouse's PCN-231
PRIZE-PATROL truck
with that co-ed named K. J. McAllister, who won that January of 1997;
and then the wild song that led to the 2012 production and 2013
Copyright of ''Wanna' Spend My Time'', the fence at Eden's great
garden, and a lot more. This is when I was looking nearby the
television set, little as it may have been mizz Britney Lavino, and
Mister Stanley Crooked Bernstein; and as that great voted-number-1
episode of STAR TREK was airing, suddenly a voice kept saying while I
was staring off of the TV set and onto my venetian blinds, “Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle”. All of these things are on my earlier
parts of this now freaking ass ten year blog project that we all know
as 'MORIANITY', YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later on, we can get to how the
venetian blinds, the episode on the show
called, ''THE TROUBLE WITH TRIBBLES'',
and a bit more, all brought me parsecs ahead of where I would have
been ''spiritually'', if these events were not all LAWTRONICALLY
PROGRAMMED to happen, and so, they did, Mister Pharaoh of all
babbling's, on and on and on; AKA Babylon,
for shorter and abridged sayings, and codings, of all wild strange
rhyming rhythms, in all parallel universes everywhere in the
multiversal hyperspace, AKA the fifth dimension, Mizz Marilyn McCoo,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
is a whole lot more to this story of my weekend, and the movie, “THE
RING”,
as
far as just what I have told you all so far, regarding re-remembering
that my mail box at my Atco home, in 1983, was not damaged in the way
that I forced myself to think. But this is just in three dimensions.
What if we Rubik Cube this thing into five dimensions of the
multiverse, and use all phases of reality? Now, we no longer need
word puzzle games to kill the spare time in our lives, or even a
bunch of Colombo type detective and sleuth movies from the great
Hollywood. Life itself IS A HUGE GAME, far bigger than any of you out
here have a tiny clue about, Mister Poolroy-95,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Beautiful
cold Alaska, like WOW, to quote the younger gen!
Sunday, November 29, 2015
CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD, CHAPTER 1
CHRIS,
ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD
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to do, and where they may possibly go, REAL WORLD, WOW Mister
Shakespeare, what a question that would be, OR NOT BE, huh, YO???
While
we are awake, we think we have control over what we think.
Think about it real carefully folks. Do you really? Can you
decide you are going to think about bright red shoes and
nothing other than bright red shoes, for five minutes? How about for
one minute even? When we manage to control these thoughts,
over those that flood into our BRAIN from the MIND REALM
(D-6); this is when we can then go to sleep, and decide before
falling asleep, that wherever we wake up, we will first think the
thoughts that “I know I am dreaming, and
must learn to become aware of it, and to eventually control my
dream-double who I am dreaming through”. Do you even begin
yet to see one trillionth of what is happening to you and me and all
of us everywhere, here in cosmos?
Now
mind exercises, meditating, and numerous well know spiritual
practices are nothing new. I merely tell that by doing certain things
to the brain, the brain wil then respond. It is like taking acid or
doing other brain destructive things. One day those who make a habit
out of those things, will wake up with their brain all damaged and
fucked up to hell. But doing certain things that Morianity discusses,
will allow you to control your dream-life, and from there, the towel
seepage effect can be seen almost instantaneously in waking normal
life, as told over and over again. I will go on to give lessens soon,
just as I did with the mighty and super secret 6-10-FASCITAR. So
don't go doing the red shoes thing for ten minutes and then go to
sleep waiting to take over the world like Trump has done. There is a
lot more to it and why it does not work very well for me will also be
totally explained, in full detail. And no, not with some short lame
sentence like Satanic or Huntington Curse. I still to this day have
tons to tell you all about the KINGS, even the SUPER KINGS. There is
a lot more to WAYV and John and Paula, and why she used me for my
DNA, and so much more, so don't even think about getting it out of me
in the next few blogs, as to quote lovely Judge Judy, “It's not
happening”!
The
BOM does not charge advertisers on any site I post to should they
wish to advertise any legal product or service. I many times just cut
and paste ads in that I feel like endorsing, not for any real reason
many times other than they copy and others don't. By pure accident in
other words, some ad spots are up here at Blogger. For a short time,
ads appeared on my blogs at the Wordpress web-site. Then they
abruptly stopped as quickly as they started. I don't know what gives,
nor do I care, but I do have a very powerful point that I am getting
to here, kind folks. Before today, I did not have a clue that Samsung
Electronics had a product whose name reflects PINK GODDESS truths.
Yet for some reason, their ad copied in nicely, and so I put it onto
some blogs here and there. I am going to tell you a secret every bit
as huge as ESS and PINK GODDESS and all of this, and yes, it fits
into this perfectly, but you may or may not be able to see this for
yourselves, as we all are prisoners of our own very unique set of
total combined life's experiences. The reason mental health issues
are not properly addressed, is all part of coverups. The entire psych
industry is in on the collusion that if nothing else can discredit
someone or something, then we can make them certified-crazy. This
way, anything no matter what, they can ever say or do or even prove,
is always space-cadet city and forever totally fucking discredited.
If advertisers came to my blogs, this endorses me as OK by them, or
said differently, it lessens my space-cadet-status, and thus
automatically heightens my credibility in the things that these blogs
discuss and indirectly promote, such as the general ideas and
concepts of MORIANITY. It is pretty hard for them to stop me from
putting ads ontyo my blog, when I do not accept a penny ever under
any circumstance. I doubt there is another blog anywhere that accepts
advertising so long as it is legal stuff, and yet, does not charge
one red cent ever. In fact, a stipulation exists that I refuse to
ever at any time accept one single penny. This allows me to run what
I call, and sure, this was planned back when my view total was as low
as half a hundred hundred-K, Mountainpen's Ultimate Credibility Test
or (my MUCT). Simply put, this means that with a blog of over 100,000
page-views total, and a blog that does not charge advertisers, nor
will it ever at any time for any reason, and has no advertising other
than for my cut and paste in ad-spots, I can honestly claim that
people in charge of this world, are indeed against me, and want to
throw me off the entire internet, because my blogs tell stuff about
them that is contrary to what they wish told about them. Now getting
back to mental health issues and how that fits into this; allow
please me to go on. The reason people love those who are physically
ill and hate those who are mentally ill, is simple as Mike Jackson
and his god dam 123ABC bullshit. A child can see through this fucking
total stenchy dogshit. First, people need to go through the nut-case
stage, before advancing to see things on such an elevated level, that
they are totally dangerous to all of the others not yet there. Before
you realize that cosmos shows us things, we think the world is
plotting together to screw with us. Now
I know that Samsung and this Pink-Goddess connection,
is just more of the opening
of doors when I kept knocking,
and more of the finding
when I came seeking.
It is an automatic Lawtronic process created by the circuitry of the
seventh dimension. No true seeker can be turned away. Cosmos will
always provide the breadcrumbs, small and insignificant as they may
appear to be, for all of the real earnest seeking super-sleuths of
the worlds of fifth-dimensional hyperspace. This is and forever
remains true, Mister Clarence Harris, and FAA Admiral Perry, whether
Queen Kate beats me up OR NAUT, Mizz AT&T 1983
BLAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
sure, some of the smarter agents or dream-force travelers, or as Bob
Andrews said it so great, back in the middle
nineteen-hundred-seventies, 'whatever', guessed by now about these
powerful people in my past; and how they have way more effect on me
here, from their transdimensional realities as they do in this
waking world here. How any of you can live a lifetime in 3-D, boggles
my mind; after I have lived in the full five dimensional truth of
existence for so very long. Think about it seriously for goddess'
sake. The Bible says that the Almighty accuses ''3-D us'' of adultery
and murder, if we are lusting on someone with sexual intentions, or
seeing them while thinking hateful or jealous thoughts. On the 3-D
surface this is totally unfair. Is GODDESS-ALMIGHTY UNFAIR? I think
we all know that that is not the truth. But when this Almighty Spirit
sees us, it sees us in the full 5-D. If we are lusting here, then
somewhere even in the localized hyperspace, our full beingness in 5-D
is indeed sinning in adultery, somewhere. The towel-seepage effect of
that other parallel universe where we are actually committing the
sin, then goes onto cause us in extremely local hyperspace, to merely
have the towel-seepage effect or HSE of merely lusting. Believe me or
don't believe me, the Bible knows the full truth of
five-dimensionality. That dude in my nightmare last night, was STEVE
at age thirty, and I too was younger there. I am a few years his
junior in both of these parallel worlds, there as well as over here.
Steve was with Santa Claus, and Patty Hollister, back in March of
1975; one of the two times that stuff was being moved from my
apartment at Dellway Arms, in Oaklyn, New Jersey, USA; into the place
at 1118 Linden Hill, in Lindenwold, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG. Hey.
I'm not trying to get Cousin Callio all worked up or excited here
with all of this, but it is all the truth, and it must be spoken on
Morianity, as Morianity IS TRUTH, and nothing else BUTTTTTT!!!!
Over
in this other parallel universe, Steve and I became very good
friends, until a very disastrous event happened. Now before going on
here, I must tell you that the crazy nutcase that Patty had fallen
madly in love with over here, was not around there. He either was
never born in that world, like with that great Jimmy Stuart Christmas
movie 'IAWL', or merely was not living or working anywhere near
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, or in the New Jersey 'Delaware Valley'
area. If this was a more distant parallel universe, he of course
could be working in the same building that Patty was back then, and
they still may never have crossed paths, but this is a very close-in
(localized) PAU000204015 (PA-U). Funny how Microsoft did that. PA-U
is for Parallel-Universe, and not a musical project copyrighted
registration number, WHAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA, Mister McNulty!!! T3E scum
are inside my fucking cunt computer, persecuting me. They almost
crashed me and while they did, I was on page mother fucking eleven of
eleven, getting a major JANE DIRTWEEDS THISTLETHORNS ONES
ASSAULT!!!!!!!! Now let me compensate for that attack with my
fives-numbers, please, folks. YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TRANSMISSION.
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