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THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
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I
know very well kind people, or unkind ones also, that for a dozen gol
darn years, my blogs have been literally all over the place. If there
ever was a reason to create the old adage of being 'all over the
map', the Blogs of Mountainpen would certainly be a qualifying
factor. It just would not be feasible or at all possible to ever
really please the great Egghead Terry of the New Jersey Harbor-Lands,
and not have them being as she put it back in oh-7, “all
scatterbrained to hell”!
Folks,
it is currently a few minutes shy of five in the A.M. (Ante'
Meridian), on 1 September, 2018, on this pre-dawn early Saturday
morning. I do not plan to get Mister Neil Diamond all excited with
this, or dance the night away with the great dynamite darling of
disco, Mizz Donna Adrian Gaines Summer! It is currently 75 degrees
Fahrenheit and it feels like 80 with a 100% humidity here in the
great one and only Fort Pierce, Florida, U. S. A. There are many
reasons why many things have happened both to me as well as to all of
the world, over the past few years, few decades, few centuries, and
few millennia. If I were to ever try to write these blogs in the
normal average STM way that would be quite aesthetically pleasing to
Mizz Terry Harbors, none of this would ever get done and would in all
honesty appear ten times or more scrambled and scatterbrained!
There
truly are reasons that are larger than they appear to be, for
all of the things that have been told and blogged about for roughly a
dozen years now, since Mister Christopher Bennett put me onto
'blogging'!
For
one thing, as far as all the world's genius folks out there think
they are, they still are missing one more step and need to consult
with nuclear physicists and nuke engineers to see if I am the
crackpot that they believe me to freaking be, YO! The reason that the
Astral-Plane-Gods (AATA-Ancient Astronaut Theorist Aliens) have gone
out of their way to do all of this to me for nearly sixty-four years
now, makes perfect sense when one concept is taken into
consideration. That would be that this family line has been being
communicated with since the days of John Baptiste. Shortly after his
interaction with Paula King/Patricia Hollister, along came the
game-owner, jacking into the came, the great King Akoslem, AKA the
Lord Jesus Christ. The mighty surfer queen Paula and later turned
Atlantic City radio station owner (WAYV), did her concert for me in a
powerful lucid “DREAM”, five weeks after I moved into 1802 Robin
Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, in New Jersey, U. S. A. back
on the first day in May, of 1980. Her powerful interaction with me,
when she sang her incredible song to me, just a few yards from her
radio station, at the bench area just outside of the Frailenger's
Salt Water Taffy Store on Tennessee Avenue, in Atlantic City, New
Jersey, U. S. A., was only remembered by me in a very small few
chunks of it. Later on in 2007, I placed myself into a very deep
Edgar Cayce type trance, and went back into the 'dream' and learned
the song was quite incredible, and this girl was declaring herself to
be the Almighty Goddess of our universe, Scylla-Jehovah. But this
great being sent her Viqueen friends (ANGELS) to use a more biblical
verbiage, back to John the Baptist and his people, and the story is
all in scripture for anyone who doubts my powerful interactions with
this great mighty GODDESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later still by one offspring
generation, Mary-Louise Madonna Carpenter was given the visitation,
and an artificial laboratory insemination, also. The Carpenter family
became the Stuarts of Scotland and then we branched into Huntington's
as more time progressed into the 13th and 14th
centuries. All of America and all of these things was all carefully
planned from Purgatory. Nothing is here in STM (Space-Time-Mind) that
does not exist out here on the other side of the hole. This family is
gods-connected and has been for over two damn mellenia now! You know
folks, the initials (AI) have lots of meanings and codes, the two of
them where the 'I' stands for insemination and intelligence, and then
there are talent shows and many other such codes of coincidences, huh
1998 Sally County-Fair Starr????????? And is this magical
angel the great Patty-Paula, mother of Pink Goddess;
Mister Childress and Professor Kaku, kind sirs?????????
Who
the hell can ever really know anything for sure, Mister Malyeska? All
I do know is that I believe 100% that DNA is a powerful code. If you
access any of the posted junk put up on the net from the nineties,
you hear me scream at Mister MacInvondi over the telephone that we
all are indeed 'biological androids', it is all right there for
anyone to access, YO! Where was DNA discovered, lovely 22nd
great granny Mary Stuart? Hey all families get their names changed
around eventually, but really folks, ask Alexa or some other silly
gismo where DNA was discovered, where the lab
was, the name of the place. Hey Mizz Ringworm, are you still pretty
in lovely pink?????????
All
the traveling that I have done, or really my spirit energy, where
does one even begin to discuss the entire matter half intelligently
my kind folks out here? Open concept real estate floor plans, give me
a break you windy crazy door slamming heavy set redheads of planet
Earth. 6-9 rooms with no hallways. Sounds to me like 'open-concept'
floor plans of the following decade!!!!!!!!!!
Then
there is that back to my high school junk in 1996 with the 1997
overtones. Suddenly I find myself in the year 1968 in Westmont, New
Jersey, and at my old high school, with a bunch of hoodlum thugs
trying to rip off a 'tablet' from my Saturn
Automobile, Mizz Comic Stephanie!
Even the mighty Silicon Valley in Calli-4N hadn't yet come up with
TAP SCREENS or TABLETS! It was
1996 for Crissake, Mary-Lou! Spirit travels when our physical bodies
sleep as well as when they die. When traveling during physical sleep,
humans call this 'dreaming'. As for death, psychics call that
traveling, 'moving on'. Of course, we don't move anywhere. Still, why
exactly does our spirit take us to the places that it does while we
sleep, in hyperspace, to those various parallel reality/universes?
Why do we go to so many bad places in the great multiverse/metaverse
and why does Terry Harbors and her great
'SECRET' work for some and not others? Simple. Our true
self or soul/spirit (energy-counterpart) wants to experience certain
things and what it wants, it goes after, despite what our conscious
physical brain and minds try and accomplish. B4 moving on folks, I
need to thank my beautiful Lightning Goddess Diana Z. Arteemis, for
coming over to visit me while I have been typing. She is making all
sorts of lovely colors and fractal pattern designs up in the skies
over my part of town, for forty minutes or so now, as it is just past
6:30 now. Yes, our truer reality-self is what seeks out things we
truly need and not our caporial-brain part of us. Now a few freaky
people have souls that match their carnal nature, like President D.
J. Trump. This is why everything that bastard does and has done since
he was a school brat, has turned into solid gold. Many
times our spirit takes us to places in hyperspace while we
sleep, (dream) and other times, we are 'led' to
them by 'spiritual forces' (outside energies). When I was
fifteen years old, and living at Dellway Arms Apartments, in Oaklyn,
New Jersey, U. S. A., on Oakland Avenue; I fell into a restless sleep
watching some late night TV. Suddenly I was talking to the sun. He
told me his name was Apollo-Lucifer and that he was running out of
time, and then he began to tear up. I told him not to be concerned as
he had billions of years to shine in the sky according to all the
Earth scientists. He told me they are wrong, and that he won't be
around all that much longer. About six years later when I was
twenty-one, and visiting my mom at her apartment in Media,
Pennsylvania; I fell asleep on some sofa cushions that I had laid
onto the floor, and within a few minutes, Apollo-Lucifer had grabbed
my energy (soul) and yanked it out of my body. He began to slam me up
against a high mounted wall air conditioning unit, over and over
again. I yelled out, “I want the word, I want the word”. I had
met a dude who had me all totally ****** up on a lot of religious
hocus pocus shortly before this, and he taught me to pray when 'the
devil' did wild stuff like this to me. I guess that I did not do
something right, as this did not work. He mockingly said back to me,
“You want the word, go to the word”. Then
he slammed me in my spirit even harder into the air conditioner all
over again. This proves to me that we do
not go where we consciously wish to go when
we 'sleep and dream', to use a mortal expression. We
either go where the true spirit of our-self thinks we need to see and
experience in some parallel world, or else, we are led by some kind
of a guide to some parallel world for reasons that 'they' know and
understand, only. This may even lead us beyond the hyperspace of
parallel universes and onto the Astral-Plane itself
(Plank/Purgatory/Timelessness). Now I am not saying that I no longer
hold dear to my heart, what I have termed and labeled on many years
of blogging, the Exploratronic Supermind Society (ESS), but whether
this or some similar deal is really what is happening all around us;
we only move about the physical plane in our own universe in what we
call waking-reality, as a result of having a brain that is powered by
a body, and this takes our true existence, divides it by the speed of
light squared, and 'paddow' as Detective Ed Green would say, we have
physical material tangible caporial existence on a material world.
Let's keep all Madonna's happy, and all classmates; huh Mister F.C.C
McDowell? Why did Apollo-Lucifer enjoy burning me up back when I was
eleven? Why these two interactions after that? Well, ask him. He
knows. Still, I know tis much. I am the chosen Huntington. Each
offspring generation ever since Christ died for the sins of
human-kind, there is one of our family member who must suffer and
endure the curse of gods wrath on humanity so that salvation through
the blood of Christ may be offered to us. This is just the rules of
SSJKK's video-game. The only way I'll ever be convinced that I am
wrong is for someone to prove me wrong some mother *******
day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Good luck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
most recent two theories regarding our beautiful moon, is that 1) a
large planet struck Earth and after this, some pieces of the after
merge broke off and formed a belt of materials that eventually
coalesced and cooled to form our orbiting moon, and 2) it was
constructed by physical plane aliens from far away and literally
space-trucked into its present orbit. Neither the sun or the moon
were 'constructed', by our human concept of that word. In
the plankatory to coin my own word, intelligent energy
entities or (IEE'S) for short, 'think' about dreaming out and away as
they begin to lose too much energy to create interactions after
virtually limitless such doings, and they literally begin
automatically think-designing the stars. Science says that a bang
happened and then things began to cool down and eventually star
nurseries formed. Same thing, just different ways of describing it.
In any event, after that, these stars then go onto do all of the rest
of it, all the way down to nuclear mechanics that create the eventual
carbon element so that beings like us can begin to roam around and
think on a physical level (transferring their
thought or spirit reality by dividing it by C-Squared) and now
as carbon beings, exist and live on a material world. Once the nukes
spit us out however, they don't normally communicate with us, and to
prevent us from knowing about them in greater detail, they alter a
coded message that they use, each and every time that they send one.
This is called in the world on math and science, creating random! In
any event it works. I still cannot make anyone see the truths of
Morianity! But they are catching up. All the things they do now speak
of, I was discussing back in the early seventies through the late
eighties!
As
they say in the music business, 1-2-3-4:
But
as I might say, which is way more to the dam point, ladies and
gentlemen; But
of course they all own my blogs and everything else, through the new
god called Microsoft
Corporation who owns and controls Google, Youtube, Facebook,
and all of it. There never ever was any chance at all for me to come
out of this. The last laugh was on me all the time. It always boils
down to the ultimate reality of the great card game that most
children have learned and played, called WAR. There are spins that
even great NASCAR drivers cannot pull out of. These mother *******
have made sure to place me into one of them, right after I had met
David Roth over at the Caldor Department Store of Woodbury Heights,
New Jersey, in early November in the year of 1985. From there, it has
been one down hill ride straight into blood sucking hellfire with no
possible way of escape. Don't
run me over Paula King, at the Walmart!
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2018
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 131
Just
exactly why our spirit goes where it goes is right along the lines of
those numerous times when we all reflect back to the events of the
day or even the entire year and ask ourselves, 'gee, why did I do or
say that stupid thing, or why not'?
I
can invite the mayor and the sheriff and the AG over for dinner any
time, and have nothing to hide; CUZZ DONALD!!!
MORIANITY
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So
what is really so magical about
apartment
number 1---8---0---2?
For
that matter, just what was so magical about the year of 1980?
What
was/is so magical about Patty Hollister and Paula King? This may take
a few thousand more blogs to cut a half slice into!
Yes
folks, my name is Giant Katharine.
Hello
G.K., you are such a beautiful fish!
Laugh
if you ******* want to peeps, but I tell you all straight right now,
dogs are not treated anywhere nearly as bad as I am being mother
******* treated all over **** chewing hyperspace.
The
problem I will always have with all of this **** 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 ******* 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 in the making sense department, and I'll be the
******* first dude at the gate holding up a huge sign saying just
that! I may have two signs when all is said and done, and the second
one will point down to a winding weird pathway with dinosaur type
animals roaming all around, and other weird items as well, with or
without any friends of this family of HELL-WASH-CLOTHS!!!!!!!! How I
remember this from about a third dozen years back give or take. The
great COMCAST. Well, think about it folks, YO. If anyone has a
connection to the ESS or something even remotely similar to such a
covert cosmic organization, would it not be a 'broadcast-giant' or
some reasonable facsimile thereof?????? WEEEEEE!
I
****** up and said that Hurricane Mathew was in 2017 and Hurricane
Irma was in 2018. Sorry folks, typo! I meant to say Mathew was in
2016, and Irma was in 2017. I've been told I'd **** up a wet dream,
and am beginning to totally believe it, people!
Still
and all, thank you so very much for visiting with me lovely
LIGHTNING, IWALU, 990-990-990-990-990-990-990!
Well,
I sure hope the young peeps get out there and vote all of these
diseased worthless crooked greedy Republicans out of damn office.
They have a right to be in school without day to day worries of
getting mother ******* shot to pieces! My worst fears in school were
the tough bullies that wanted to kick my *** after school. Big
difference in the world folks. Let's VOTE OUT THESE SCUM BAG
MURDERING FILTH BAGS!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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