The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": BLOG 46 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

3:52 PM, SATURDAY, OCTOBER 13, 2018

BLOG 46 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

SUB-TITLE:

''GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS'' CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3

The Weather Channel report at 3:45 A.M. From the Comcast Cable Television ESS System, transcribed to this blog, legally, as I pay my cable bills promptly and as a customer, I am sure it is legal to report the weather in my damn ass town, YO!

74 degrees Fahrenheit, and clear in Fort Pierce, Florida, USA-ESMWG.

Prediction for tomorrow is showers and a high of 86 degrees & 50% rain chances.

The last two days were major major major persecution for the pitiful helpless MOUNTAINPEN, YO FOLKS!!!!!!!! I fully intend very soon, to take my passport and get out of this horrible place and EVIL EMPIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I intend to go to another place and walk into the damn ass consulate or wherever one goes in a foreign land, and claim death persecution in my homeland, and tell them I refuse to leave and go back there, and DIE.

I can tell secrets from now until the mother ******* cows come home from pasture, and it won't stop these evil HALLS ESS FAWCES!!! Interesting whittle coeenkeedink that it was ON BLOG NUMBER 45, as in President-45, that ALL GODDAMN HELLFIRE BROKE LOOSE FOR ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!

I no longer am seeing the best revenge, as me sharing great secrets online. The reason is first, in all honesty, who really cares, or as our wonderful lovely president put it back in the middle nineteen-eighties, a slightly more vulgarly spoken quote, but the same message. Second, there is no large audience of real down to Earth average ordinary people in my Blogaud! I know that. I figured out back a few years back, that I have about 30-60 readers, or did back then. That was it, the blog would not grow, so I'm just urinating against the hurricane force winds for crissake! Third, even if I had a thousand or more readers and a dozen steady followers eventually, and I know that I do not, and I am not someone who deludes himself into crap that is not real, but even if I had this; they would take it as entertainment, and the wild rantings and ravings of a crazy Jersey freaking crack pot, again, I know fully well that I am just wasting my time with this. It was Ed Lynch who told me that someday, one or two or three people, would make contact, and offer real world help, and believe me, and take a chance that I am not totally mother ******* crazy; and they would be powerful enough to at least assist me in some kind of freaking meaningful way. This NEVER HAPPENED. So much for all of my wonderful and quite predictable rotten MOUNTAINPEN LUCK. Of course, we all know that LUCK has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with this. Luck did not make Larry Lee of State Farm Insurance, treat me like trash, and brush me off without explanation, or literally a million other dirt bag people all of my entire mother ******* life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Luck has, and had, nothing whatsoever to do with any of it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I will put on the internet record for the fact checkers of all time, somewhere down the dimly lit freaking hallway of time on this diseased pitiful sin cursed planet, that certain truths told by me, Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr, ARE INDEED THE TRUTH, THE WHOLE DAMN TRUTH, AND NOTHING BUT THE DAMN-ASS TRUTH, so help me SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE the Almighty NUCLATRON!

When I attempted to post my blog up to the mother ******* BLOGGER DOT COM website back yesterday afternoon, at the height and zenith of my monstrous DEATH SIEGE ON ME BY THE MOTHER ******* ESS, I was major hacked and stopped for about a quarter hour. Eventually I was able to post up BLOG-45, oh yes sir/mahm, 45. Gimme' a turd chewing bwake here, Mizz Margie Leo, YO!!!!

Let me tell you all a teensy weensy whittle tad tid bit of information on another fascinating item; how to apply the so-called 'impersonal tool', known by human-kind, as “mathematics”; to the real life truths around all of our lives. You see, if any of you really wish to honestly try and prove me, the (Mountainpen) wrong; you can simply do it by trying the things that I tell about. None of you have the damn balls, as we all know I am not wrong, but totally correct. People never ever want to give me my goddamn props, they never did and they never will!!!!! Even my so-called pal, Mike Patterson, down in Hollywood, Florida; who insisted President Trump would be long out of the White House in one year or less; refuses to this very day, TO CONCEDE THAT I TOLD HIM QUITE DIFFERENTLY. He won't give me my props for damn ****, and then I wonder why those that I do not even call a 'friend' won't ever do this? Well, the ESS makes folks treat me like pure damn ****, even when I prove them wrong and me correct, OVER, AND OVER, AND OVER, AND OVER, AND OVER, AND OVER, AND OVER AGAIN, YO YO YO YO BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Here is one example that disproves my 'other Cooley Hall teacher', Mister David Leigh Smith, totally and absolutely, when he would tell me over and over in the years 1970 and 1971, that “mathematics is completely impersonal”! It is most certainly NOT. But no one dares to apply real life situations to real laboratory-like equations and experimental boxes and graphs. I can play one long Roulette game, keeping track of numbers with a pencil and a tiny white notepad, legal in any casino I've ever been to as long as it is not taken to a cards-table. Then at home, I can get any group of numbers that appear to be diverging off of their near-time average for coming out, based on 38 numbers and thus in long running play-time, every number comes out once in 38 spins of the wheel, only it does not. Instead it comes out much closer to 1000 in 38000 spins of the wheel. The ratio of 38:1 is still active and present, nothing has changed. But in longer times, more numbers being spun, the actual ratio becomes more mathematically true. Conversely in shorter run play times, things will diverge off the ratios by varying amounts. These amounts are not gargantuan, just enough to make any player trying to win at the game, not be able to do so, UNLESS THEY KEEP DIVERGENCE CHARTS AT HOME. If you pick the seven 5-ending numbers, 5-10-15-20-25-30-35 for example, the ratio of these numbers is always going to be 38:7. Doing a simple division of the ratio and multiplying by 100 and graphing the results, will show a player the actual divergence off of the true ratio in shorter play-times. When it is at the bottom end of the graph, these numbers should be played. Then a player can take an interrelationship of many groupings of 7 digits, and with a complex computer generated program, and a player keeping an accurate record of all outcomes at the various tables that they go to, they will always know when the divergence of a grouping of numbers has bottomed out and is turning back towards their proper 38:7 ratios. Now don't do this and go into a casino bragging about what you're doing, or you might end up drinking ocean water or spitting sand piles. The real experts know that some things really do work against the house vigs. You don't even have to do anything while playing other than quickly jot down a number that pops out each time the wheel is spun and the marble lands in a slot. Gee, aren't we lucky as damn hell today, WEEEEEEEE? But my point is that I do not find this impersonal. I was able to rent a really nice home in a very ritzy area that even President Reagan was quoted as saying back then in 1986, as a “wealthy municipality”. To me, this wasn't impersonal and it still is not. But there is so much more. How about doing what Doctor Green abnd Doctor Corriell talked about over at the medical institute back early in the eighties? Let us say that we transfuse our blood twice a week, with teenaged blood, slowly regenerating all of the cells in our bodies backward in biological time. We may indeed grow quite young again, and remain that way as we continue doing this in some form of a retention dosage system once we get younger. Mathematics proves however, that this will only put off the eventuality of our physical deaths. The planet will indeed get rid of us. The mathematical; truth to this is totally and absolutely inescapable. After 100, 200, 500, 800, 1500, 3000 years, the odds go up for all of us, to be fatally struck by lightning, swallowed up in another form of any number of natural disasters, as well as the odds will endlessly go up for us to be involved in one way or another in some fatal accident or just get murdered by an enemy. You cannot ever mess with or alter the truths about odds and mathematical realities no matter how hard you may try, kind folks. I don't call these facts, Mister Smith of Cooley Hall, “IMPERSONAL”, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! In 5000 freaking years, every day you get up, you would have a 99% chance to die in some kind of 'something', whatever it might be out there in the totally unimaginable future. No amount of teenaged blood transfusions could ever alter these irrefutable mathematical truths. As stated, I do not see anything IMPERSONAL about something like this. To me, mathematics is ANYTHING BUT IMPERSONAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I never finished telling my true story on the previous blog, about Diana and the TENNIS GAME. When her mom Leda, handed Diana this lovely loud brilliant colorful gorgeous COIL, she grabbed it and held it and inhaled or something similar to an inhalation as we may think of this in a mortal frame of mental reference. Suddenly after a short interaction of this, POW, I looked at the once brilliant colorful buzzing and humming and clicking coil, and it was all charred and black and silent as Charles Dickens Grave. Before this happened, I looked at Diana who was in a human entity form for my benefit. She was all woebegone and exhausted, looking as though she was going to faint. But after she did this, she instantly came back to her radiant incredible self. Her bright canary yellow hair was more blinding than the sun in the summer skies here on Earth. She was all raved up and ready to take on the cosmos, and she did. She went back to the game, and she kicked her opponent's ass from heredahelda. Actually, she has never ever been beaten in her favorite game, and for eternity, she has been challenged by opponents from as far away as a dozen provinces in all six directions from the great capitol province of Olympia. The capitol city of this capitol province is where her cousins reside, in the great Sahasra Dal Kanwal, or Astrally, when properly translated, the CITY of the great SARAH KRASSLE. I call HER the Nuclatron. Her mother, Mariena Carlittia Krassle, and her father Neptunejupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious Krassle, when I was 'dreaming' it was 1996, came to my mind, while I laid in bed at the Highview Apartments, tuned out of this reality, and chased me away from their great daughter. My life here in waking reality ever since then, HAS BEEN OFF THE DIAL PURE UNADULTERATED HELLFIRE CUBED!!!!!!!!! By the way, the human English language translation to Misses Krassle's second-name is Carlittia, but Astrally, it is another name. I have blogs that have most likely used both of these names, but they really are saying the very same thing.

Yes folks, there were more than one or even two wild teachers, at this very spurious and bizarre special education school, up there in Haddonfield, New Jersey, USAESMWG. Once I began discussing this place after starting my blogs in early 2006, the place suddenly after many many decades of operation, mysteriously closed down forever, you know like the great health club of wild mysterious unknown powers and fawces, HADDONWOOD, in Deptford, New Jersey; just half a mile or so down the road, Route 47, from the psychic shop called, “The Gathering Place”, where I met Kathy, and other very strange people, along with extremely strange other people, at this health club; before it too, suddenly shut down out of the blue, in August of 1996!!!!!!! But as for my three “M” letter teachers, even though one of them never was my teacher, I did speak to her and get to know her somewhat, and she also waitressed at the local diner up on Kings Highway about a mile or so north of the school, on Kings Highway, before she did her crazy camel song and became a big star. I knew her as Miss Marie. But even the great 3-M Scotch Tape Company people must find it a wee bit weird and wild that I too had my 3-M teachers at this place, Miss Marie, Misses Marola, and the greatest star of them all, Mister Mindblown Count Marcucci! People are way too damn scared to ever come forward and recognize this powerful and inconceivable group that MORIANITY calls, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. Tell your daughter not to beat me up at the Dairy Queen, FAA Admiral Perry. Thank-UUUUUU!

Now for what these diseased twisted perverted toilet germ ESS BIG-BUSINESS-FACTION did to me yesterday, FRIDAY!!!!! Hey YO, I am just quoting the great Camden County Prosecutor of New Jersey Assistant, Mister Ron Wirtz Senior, told me over and over again about WHO REALLY is making my life a total nightmare hell, covertly, and with unimaginable stealth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All day long and it has been bad for a couple of weeks and started worsening on Thursday, as stated back then on prior blogging texts; I would get ILLEGAL SPOOFING TELEPHONE CALLS. With Comcast, when you have phone service as well as television service, through them; everyone who calls on the system, if your television is on, the information will display on the screen, as well as on your phone screen caller-ID. But as many of you know without me telling you, there is a new or relatively new technology out there, called, 'SPOOFING'. It is totally illegal, and they do it to me anyway. On top of that, they get onto your personal account, totally and absolutely illegally, and will spoof the television screen when the phone is not even ringing. I fully intend on Monday, to go to Sheriff Mascara's office regarding this, as well as call COMCAST, to complain and tell them that I will report this to the FCC, the FBI, and the FTC, if they cannot get this to stop. I have rights as a paying customer to have this total ******* illegal activity stopped. I was told by the police officer that came over when I called 911 yesterday afternoon at approximately 3:45, that I need to call them, and threaten to take my business to another carrier. No one paying their bills on time should have to be persecuted and annoyed and spoofed all day for days at a time, while their dirt bag stock market is temporarily crashing. It never really crashes, and it never will. They don't care. They still use this nightmare ******* ICPE-APE-TECH to persecute me to death when it is dropping, (the Dow Jones). They stopped me from using the charts to prove a lot of bull**** that they do to me continually and constantly. As you know, the chart no longer posts up or displays anything other than a blank box. It is OK for them to destroy my entire mother ******* life for 32+ years now with this hellishness, but don't let me so much as post a word about it or KAPOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, I can post up lots of other stuff for the FBI and the FCC and the FTC and the ACLU to look at and investigate, and I'll be taking a printed copy of this page, next week, over to the Midway Road Fort Pierce Office of Sheriff Ken J. Mascara, of Saint Lucie County, Florida, and a copy to the local police station and to Chief Diane.

These are a few of the persecuting caller spoof records of Thursday and Friday, the 11^th and 12^th days of October, 2018, Sheriff Mascara, kind sir, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wireless caller 3:36 PM 10/12 (772-413-2409)
Construction, MA 3:02 PM 10/12 (772-834-3675)
Miami, FL 2:12 PM 10/12 (786-870-4585)
Honeoye, NY 2:00 PM 10/12 (585-229-6280)
UNAVLB 11:16 AM 10/12 (772- 212-9762)
Private Unknown 10:37 AM 10/12 (612-540-3303)
Private Unknown 10:01 AM 10/12 (612-540-3303)
Lois Ehrhardt 7:16 PM 10/11 (772-398-8737)
Burlington, KS 4:31 PM 10/11 (620-263-1883)
VO1115011400016 3:00 PM 10/11 (772-212-9762)
Port St Lucie, FL 1:48 PM 10/11 (772-345-2589)
Miami, FL 12:31 PM 10/11 (786-870-4585

If you want a whole freaking list of really nasty secrets, I mean, sure, I could strike lots of targets, but why hurt innocent freaking people? I told you all about the Generac Generator Infomercial. I told you all about Cooley Hall, and there is a ton times a trillion details, to all tie together, proving that the ESS is indeed not only behind my demise, but behind the existence of most things containing power in this world today. Was it always this way? Well, yes and no, and forgive the flimsy answer here, pweeeeeeeeeeeeze kind folks. This is not an easy thing to properly address. As Mark Mohr, I live from the moment that I was born as Mark Mohr, until the moment that Mortimer Mortino taps me on either my right shoulder or my left shoulder. Just because I remember my existence in the infinite purgatory, does not mean that I can begin to discuss things on the Earth-Planet, where clearly, as Mark Mohr, or the current persona of my true beingness here, I was not in those other places. Before the fourth day of December in the year 1954, I as Mark Mohr simply did not exist. But I existed as other dreamoff parts of my true Astral-Self. Now as to why as Mark Mohr, I have come to understand such a vast part of truths, well, come on, don't we all get it by now? My mom had a very wild coworker at her office job that was in 1974 called, Lavino Shipping Company. Her name was Patricia Hollister. I had all kinds of tapes and photos, and many things; but never even knew what I had. When the King family learned of a lot of things, they kidnapped me under what is called in the psychiatric profession, “Stockholm Syndrome”. Does this mean that these physical people committed these real-world crimes in some totally conscious real-world way? The answer is unequivocal folks. It is a resounding NO. This is all on a powerful level that only TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS can pull off; those 'travelers' or 'no-homers' of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. But we can get to all of this as October continues to flash by, as October plays a very major part of all of this, with these horrible peeps. As some of you know only too damn well, I was 'INFLUENCED' to send three goddamn musical projects, to the United States © Copyright Office, Library of Congress (LOC), in Washington, 13-600, District of Columbia. One on Halloween day in 1994, called “The Permission Barrier”. One on Halloween Day in 2005 that somehow got titled as “Same title” by those genius folks in the great Non-OZ © Office. Then the final and third music project was sent on Halloween Day in 2007, and this was called, “Karaoke Lunch Break at the Sorian-18 Guard House”. Remember how I told you all that the © Office removed the '18' number. This was done for reasons of “NATIONAL SECURITY”. A lot of things since nine-eleven have been done for reasons of “National Security”. You see, the 18^th freaking question on the SORA test for New Jersey licensed security officers, is a story that is quite powerful and has to do with my BLOGS and the ESS-HACKERS that continually screw with these BLOGS OF THE MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It had to do with the way that the word “RATIO” was hacked into the word “RATION”, and in the 18^th question on this SORA licensing test for Jersey security officers, the word “RATIO” was also hacked to the word “RATION”. Things like my little codes, violate the great national security interests of this great mother ******* empire, the great USA. WOW THAT, PATTY! The national genius agency people who protect us, or 'whatever', huh Congressman, worry that enemies of our nation will take this information and somehow turn this into a powerful control in one form or another, that will lead to the eventual takeover of all of us. Well, forgive me if I laugh a little bit here Mariah, but I do not enjoy thinking about that horrible day in your house in 1972, when you insisted that I come through that hole in your yard fence, to see you try and do something that old Roy Steps, didn't want you to do, in that lit up little closet. Then Kabing, the great stair chase. Maybe you do the same thing that I do and overcome bad memories and bad stuff by laughing it off such as that day where, well I won't say it on the blog, at the jetty, and I tried so hard not to laugh at poor bleeding Ziggy Malyeska! WOW THIS!!!!

MAJOR 6:00 PM, OCTOBER 12, 2018 BOTBAR

BLOG 45 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

SUB-TITLE:

''GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS'' CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3

SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR; I AM UNDER A HUGE MAJOR DEATH SIEGE, AND THIS IS A DYING UTTERANCE AND A DYING DECLARATION. THIS BLOG IS A LEGAL DOCUMENT THAT STATES, WITH THE AUDIENCE OF THIS BLOG AS WITNESSES, THAT WHEN I AM FOUND DEAD IN THIS APARTMENT, I WAS MURDERED BY THE WOMO-TAWF, THAT I HAVE CALLED THROUGHOUT THESE 12 YEARS OF BLOG TEXTS, HALLS-FAWCES, AND THE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY.

For two days, these dirt bag toilet germ swallowers have used my telephone and the UTILITY-ASSAULT, on me. Today is the ABSOLUTE WORST YET. It was this bad one day around the Christmas holidays last year, if memory is correctly serving me; and I had to call 911. Well Sheriff, look at your police records for approximately a quarter shy of four this damn afternoon, kind sir! I HAD TO CALL 911 AGAIN. A very nice police officer came out to talk to me about my nightmare harassment and persecution. In this new computerized world, the criminals with the high-tech computerized knowledge can get away with anything that they want to. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, I will tell a huge secret about just this very thing, to get my revenge for this hellish NIGHTMARE, AND SUPER ******* BOTBAR DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Either it is COMCAST themselves, under DIRECT ORDERS OF DIRTBALL P-45, or it is just the powerful WALL STREET SCUM using their ICPE-APE-TECH on me, to try and stop their recent plunge on their diseased crooked stock market, or it is all of the damn HALLS-FAWCES, in general, just 'doing their thing', to wipe out and destroy, one tiny and pathetic senior citizen special-education person, who never did one damn ass thing to ever deserve this horrendous monstrous evil ****!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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This is all a total VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL LIBERTIES, and CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, under the laws of the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, that guarantee me the right to PURSUE LIFE, LIBERTY, AND HAPPINESS. You cannot pursue any of those three items when you are continually bombarded with nightmarish monstrous hellish damn ******* bull****, YO, Sheriff KJM sir.

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I intentionally did something to prove that these diseased snot eaters would hack my WEATHERBUG APP again, and they did. I can always get most of the same information from TWC on the TV, and write it down and then transpose it to the blog, but when things are this bad, who gives a ******* ****? Oh yeas lads and lassies, I am forced to endure monsters straight out of the gates of **** huffing HELL ITSELF, and the first two of these sick diseased twat licking filth bags are Paula and McGuire! I know that evil PK is behind most of my miseries and woes. But the problem is that few folks on this diseased ball of toilet hurl, truly understand how this can all be going on. How can this powerful person that Scott Ransom told me about very indirectly, back in 1988, when I got him talking so that he would tell me some stuff in my bugged-up car that I later went on to make copies of, and even sent one down to the United States © Copyright Office, be behind so very much incredible and beyond unfathomable junk in my pathetic diseased butt-licking life, for damn ass crissake???????? Well, SHE CAN, and so can that rotten puss sniffer McGuire.

MAGNESONIC, G-7 OPEN COMMAND. HEAR MY VOICE PRINT ON ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS. WHOEVER IS PERSECUTING ME WITH MY TELEPHONE, WILL BE TOTALLY WIPED OUT AND DESTROYED, ALONG WITH ALL WHOM THEY LOVE. USE BOTH AD AND ZD TECHNOLOGIES. SCAN FOR WHOEVER IS DESTROYING MY ENTIRE LIFE, AND USING ICPE-APE AGAINST ME, AND WIPE THEM OUT UNDER TOTAL CRUSH DESTRUCT PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM ORDERS, ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A-B-TONE PHASING SYSTEM. MY OLD STYLE AT&T TONES ARE NOW DATA-TRANSFERED TO MY VOICE PRINT USING THE LONG-EEEE-VOWEL SOUND, WITH THE 'A' TONE PRINTED IN COLOR RED, AND THE 'B' TONE PRINTED IN COLOR BLUE.

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GO TO CG-18, UNDER G-189, G-13, AND STOP!

Some mother ******* total puss chewing illegitimate dog child, is going to be real damn ass sorry, when MAGNESONIC strikes back HARD SUPER HYPER TIME, for this major utility assault on me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!

So to get my retaliation and my RR-CS (Ronald Reagan Counter Strike), I will ask how many peeps out here have seen the infomercial on the GENERAC GENERATOR? Let's further explore this for those who have, and well, for those who haven't, just be on the lookout or ask your friends, or Google it or YouTube it, or 'whatever'. They say that now, EVERY DAMN THING is up there on the YT! It shows the aging power grid and the hackers sitting on chairs who are hacking into things. Notice something please. Why are they all dressed up in major camouflage gear, unless THEY KNOW, and a hacker would certainly know the truth, that we all are being watched through ANY AND ALL VIEW SCREENS, any time THEY want to watch ANY OF US! I was not going to reveal this secret, until a major assault day, such as this one. Well, here we are, or as the United States © Office knows me quite well for saying on one of my music projects, “HERE WE GO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Keep on laying the real heavy dog**** all over me, and I'll keep right on telling tons and tons of mother ******* **** that you don't want spewed out all over the **** licking internet, BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

But if you really think that this is all I am going to do today for totally wrecking my squat chewing last two days, THINK AGAIN, as they say on HGTV's wonderful show, “Beachfront Bargain-hunt”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No folks, it is not 38 degrees, but when they put that on the screen, they do me a favor, after-all, it ain't mother ******* illegal to day-dream, huh Grace Isabel Huntington, and MC???????????? WHAAAAAAAAAA!

The ESS is not some made up fiction, nor is it the fantastic delusions of a crazy person. Naturally, THEY, the ESS, will keep doing whatever it takes to make people believe that this is just made up insane delusions of a Jersey crackpot. They have absolute motive and reason for carrying out that whittle mission, peeps, right? Tell me I am wrong somebody, and convince me, and I will STOP THESE BLOGS. Put up a comment and say that this is not true, BUTTTTTTTT, you need to then go on and tell me why. If you convince me, YOU HAVE THE POWER TO SHUT UP THE BIGGEST MOTOR MONSTER MOUTH ON THE DAMN INTERNET, THE MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'!

The EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY is as some know by now, quite a group. It explains all of the mysteries of everything, from Christ's death and resurrection, aliens and UFO's and the whole scene there, psychics and why things work for them sometimes and not others, why the entire world goes the way it does, why times change, and weird things happen that we all know just cannot be properly explained in any rational way, and on and on and on we can go here, and you all know it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why do they do things like create the exceptional school that I went to. Why do they do the things like my teacher Misses Marola, insisting that I perform in that Memorial Day of 1969 school play, and zillions of similar items that while happening, seem totally innocent enough, but when looking back in hindsight, we all know that SOMETHING IS INDEED GOING ON BEHIND THESE MIGHTY POWERFUL OZ-CURTAINS, YO!!!!!!!! Well, there are powerful secret things, and many of them, I have indeed come to know and understand quite well; such as the “Farm outside of Haddonfield, New Jersey” or the (Robin Hill Apartment Complex) as it truly came to be in a near future decade. There are items that do not ever seem to be of any consequence, while others both large and small, that definitely do. Everything is all part of something that we can think of as a late night Astral-Plane game show. The reason that humans enjoy games, is because it is inside of our very beingness, our damn DNA for crissake. This code is not a human thing all isolated by itself. The nuclear world eventually creates the element called CARBON, leading to us human beings. However, it is not some random deal even though it appears to be in life's incredible illusion. In the great awesome Purgatory, we exist, we don't live as in order to live, we need a time dimension and a space dimension. Now Jesus speaks of drinking wine in lovely mansions in 'Heaven' with His Father. This is more real than anything here while we are 'awake and alive'. Here physically, we first need time and space so that our interactions can all be created in tandem with this commingled reality. On the Astral-Plane (Purgatory), the interactions are what is truly real, and the space and time that appears to be a part of them are pure illusion, although, when interacting, it seems more real and alive than a thousand of our lives physically here and awake. In this incredible existence, we have incredible 'lives' as our truer larger beingness or entity persona. But with all of that, there is the horror that is inescapable, and that is the endlessness of it all. Nothing can begin or end, in a timeless existence. No interaction is ever happening before or ahead of any other one either. To compensate for endlessness, the coils and the coins, (Astral-Gods) have figured out that games are the only way to distract ourselves from the nightmare of endlessness. These same games there carry down into the nuclear universe that the 'Purgatites' create through a sort of program. We perceive this as the nuclear mechanics of how things go from singularity, out to the Plank-Time level, and then big bang out into the nuke worlds where star-nursery systems form by way of nuke-rules. From there, as stated, eventually along comes CARBON, and then a while down the line from there, along comes the clay beings where the Purgatites can dream out and away, through and into, us. WE are really THEM. Still, it is about a million to the millionth power times more complex than this silly whittle blog could ever even hope to accurately begin discussing here. The ESS are the GODS, or the COINS and the COILS. Coins and coils are a totally different species than the Astral-Entity human entity Dream-Downs or 'dreamoffs'. The AAT-VAN DANIKEN Society believe things slightly similarly to what Morianity teaches, but they are unable to make the still needed leap into seeing some of the powerful truths. The reason that 'they' don't want to entertain my Morianity, is no different at all from those who oppose and refute the teachings of the AAT and the UFO-Aliens deal. The ESS does not want everyone to know about certain truths. Truths are what eventually liberate people on the Earth-Planet from this cosmic or better called, Astral-Game of the Coils and Coins. Unlike the teachings and mythological writings of ancient Greeks and others, regarding how these gods and goddesses eat their children and devour them up, such as the great god named Zeus, who by the way is the grandfather of Diana Z. Arteemis; I remember my existence in Purgatory, and I can promise you that they don't eat and swallow up anything. However, they do try to rob each other of energy and power. I am pretty sure that I told how I was with Diana and her mom, in Purgatory, and she was playing a tennis game at her family courts in Olympia Proper, and in the middle of the game during a break, she came inside this beyond lovely huge dining room area where Goddess Leda and I were seated at this beyond gargantuan sized banquet type of table, and Diana sat down. Diana plays regular tennis games and is the greatest tennis player, not only in the area proper, but the entire Province Olympia which if measured in a human perception in mileage, would be about twelve percent the size of our great Milky Way Galaxy, here on the mortal world or physical-plane of awake existence and life as we know it as human beings. As far away as a dozen provinces totally surrounding us in all three six directions of north, south, woust, east, west, and nest; she is considered unbeatable and the absolute greatest tennis player. We on the Earth-Planet were shown a similar version of the Astral-Plane (Purgatory) game, several centuries back in Europe, and this is where out tennis sport came from. But all sports come from the Purgatory, as a way to distract our attention away from the miseries of endlessness. But back to my point on Coils and Coins, these entities do not eat each other, or anyone else for that matter. But they do steal energy from other similar entities. If they need to replenish energy after so much interaction depletes them to a level where they feel this need, they come up to a smaller and unsuspecting entity and grab it, and then as I believe I told this story before, here is what I witnessed in Purgatory, when Diana needed to replenish herself for the second half of the tennis game that she was playing. Leda, her mom was holding a small coil that was beautiful and colorful. It was bright and filled with illuminated color beyond anything ever seen on the Earth-Planet by any of us, thirty times over or more. A loud buzzing and humming and clicking sound is heard by these Gods and Goddesses in their true form, the Coins and the Coils. Diana is a giant lovely COIL. She is 33 feet high, and if she were to be anywhere around any of us, we and up to a thousand miles around us would immediately liquidate and evaporate into invisible mist. She is beyond powerful, and yes, beyond beautiful. But coils and coins take human forms in Purgatory, so that they can interact with the majority of Purgatites. About 85% of entities are non-Gods and non-Goddesses. 15% or so, are what loses energy after enough interaction, and then dream down into a perfectly timed nuke-program of carbon clay beings, and we become alive and we animate the otherwise lifeless clay bodies. Now am I claiming that all of the gods and goddesses of the Purgatory, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY? When they eventually dreamoff of the Astral-Plane (Purgatory), do they travel around and do all these things? Let me just say this. I am a mortal, and if I were a COIN/COIL, I would know this for sure. Do I believe this to the very best of my knowledge, to be a 100% true fact, you may be asking the Mountainpen? Well, I am not getting married, but let me answer you all anyway, with this: “I DO”. But what is the really big secret here? Well, I have been in love with the Lightning Goddess Diana for all eternity. She and I will always be together, and She knows this, as do I. But people in her great GODS-FAMILY have dreamed down here as the ESS, and have done a lot of things to me, because I dare to love her so much. Now her parents have given me their blessing, Zeus and Leda. BUTTTTTTTT, their our cousins, the great KRASSLE BRANCH of the ARTEEMIS clan, who do not mean me a whole damn ass lot of good. Do I believe that all of the injustices done to me, and that keep being done to me; are some organized plot by the KRASSLE'S? You bet I do. Also, I know for a fact that Mister and Misses Krassle, Neptunejupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious Krassle and his wife Marina Palamalay Krassle, hate my damn guts with an Italian passion. Are the Atlantic City people, and those from my school, and those all around me all of my life, nabes, coworkers, people stopping me from doing every damn ******* thing that I have ever tried to do in this human damn ass life; all part of this organized scum against me, the ESS, the whole damn nine ugly yards and 27 ugly feet, the entire 324 inches???? YOU CAN TAKE IT TO THE DAMN BANK THAT I BELIEVE ALL OF THIS HORRIBLE ****, my kind folks! If I were to even try going further right now today on this blog, into major details that would show patterns of this hell on and against me from the ESS all of my entire freaking human life, I would begin a project outline that I'd not be able to finish for months, and they would find me here typing away, dead from not drinking a drop of liquid for 75 hours, the human death maximum average, if memory correctly serves me here lads and lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ENDocrinologists AND END TRANSMISSION.

BLOG 44 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

SUB-TITLE:

''GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS'' CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3

I am under a major death attack today, Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, kind sir! The first of it was when my upstairs noisy nabes began moving their heavy crap around somewhere in the time era of ten this morning. Then things were relatively OK, even on my long trip up to Vero Beach, Sheriff sir, to see my Behavioral Health Clinic Doctor. BUTTTTTTTT, YO, when I got home, immediately, the harassing telephone calls began. Also, someone screwed with my insurance to try and stop my medications from going through at the Walgreen's Pharmacy. Some mother ******* diseased toilet germ is making it appear as if I have some New Jersey health coverage, when I've not lived in Jersey since middle December of 2009, nine damn years ago. But this is just a tip of the iceberg, Sheriff, sir. This is all INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT ASSAULT ON ME. Also, the WEATHERBUG APP is hacked again, popping on showing a local temperature of 59 goddamn mother ******* degrees, A TOTAL HACK JOB, and a total VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL LIBERTIES and CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS under the laws of the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, that guarantee me the right to PURSUE LIFE, LIBERTY, AND HAPPINESS. You cannot pursue any of those three items when you are continually bombarded with nightmarish monstrous hellish damn ******* bull****, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sheriff sir, I plan to send snail-mail letters to a lot of people soon, including my internet blogging address so they can read these things and know about my endless suffering at the hands of this wicked evil demonic EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have totally absolutely ******* had it. I am almost 64 **** huffing years old, and this is entirely too damn old to be ****** with all the damn time, Sheriff, sir!!!!!!!!! So WOW-THAT.

OCTOBER 11, 2018,

THURSDAY AFTERNOON, AT 3:21,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS * DEGREES FNHT.

TODAY'S RANGE: (H-*L-*).

HUMIDITY IS *%.

HEAT INDEX IS * DEGREES.

WIND IS * AT * MPH, GUSTS AT *.

RAINFALL TOTALS TODAY ARE * CENTI-INCHES.

YES, THE WEATHERBUG APP IS STILL BEING HACKED FOR ME; KIND SHERIFF, HEY, WHAT CAN I DO ABOUT IT?

Around six this morning, obviously Lightning Goddess Diana, knew that my damn evil enemies of the WOMO-TAWF, AKA HALLS-FAWCES AND THE ESS, were going to give me lots of damn hell today; as she came over to visit with me. She was so beyond lovely and beautiful. She made lots of pink and white colors for me, and also struck right outside my window. I don't know what I would do without my 1-2-3 endless lover!!!

I know that evil PK is behind most of my miseries and woes. But the problem is that few folks on this diseased ball of toilet hurl understand how this can all be going on. How can this powerful person that Scott Ransom told me about very indirectly, back in 1988, when I got him talking so that he would tell me some stuff in my bugged-up car that I later went on to make copies of, and even sent one down to the United States © Copyright Office, as part of my musical project, called, “Epitome of Harassment, Part 2”. All this is right there and absolutely available, kind Sheriff, for you or anybody to go and check out and verify for yourself. You needn't take the Mountainpen's word for dog squat, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Speaking of beautiful Lightning Goddess Diana Z. Arteemis; thank you so very much for visiting with me, lovely LIGHTNING. IWALU, 990-990-990-990-990-990-990!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.

All over the unfathomable 5^th dimensional hyperspace, oh yes. That is a statement that carries more weight and power with it, than all the sextillions of tons of mass that makes up this incredible and amazing Earth-Planet!

I have stated that people don't have answers to many things, one such thing is why do we have to have such wild and bad weather from time to time? I think I said it on my very last prior blogging text as a matter of fact. Well, maybe the answer is indeed a biblical one. An eye for an eye, and a Magnesonic for a Magnesonic. Who can ever really know a damn thing, as the great philosopher, Mister Sigmund Malyeska would put it, back in the summer time of 1969?

Yes peeps, since the ESS will NEVER EVER LET THIS POOR OLD SICK PITIFUL MAN ALONE, YO, we'll be telling a whole lot more ******* cow****. I “have not even begun” with any of this ESS stuff; ALL CARPENTERS!

MAGNESONIC, HEAR MY VOICE PRINT ON ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS. USE BOTH AD AND ZD TECHNOLOGIES. SCAN FOR WHOEVER IS DESTROYING MY ENTIRE LIFE, AND USING ICPE-APE AGAINST ME, AND WIPE THEM OUT UNDER TOTAL CRUSH DESTRUCT PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM ORDERS, ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A-B-TONE PHASING SYSTEM. MY OLD STYLE AT&T TONES ARE NOW DATA-TRANSFERED TO MY VOICE PRINT USING THE LONG-EEEE-VOWEL SOUND, WITH THE 'A' TONE PRINTED IN COLOR RED, AND THE 'B' TONE PRINTED IN COLOR BLUE.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO CG-18, UNDER G-189, G-13, AND STOP!

ENDocrinologists AND END TRANSMISSION.

BLOG 44 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

SUB-TITLE:

''GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS'' CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3

OCTOBER 11, 2018,

THURSDAY AFTERNOON, AT 3:21,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS * DEGREES FNHT.

TODAY'S RANGE: (H-*L-*).

HUMIDITY IS *%.

HEAT INDEX IS * DEGREES.

WIND IS * AT * MPH, GUSTS AT *.

RAINFALL TOTALS TODAY ARE * CENTI-INCHES.

YES, THE WEATHERBUG APP IS STILL BEING HACKED FOR ME; KIND SHERIFF, HEY, WHAT CAN I DO ABOUT IT?

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO CG-18, UNDER G-189, G-13, AND STOP!

ENDocrinologists AND END TRANSMISSION.

BLOG 43 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

SUB-TITLE:

''GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS'' CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3

Well, I managed to survive Mister Hubcap Smasher's 38^th birthday yesterday, without too much hell and hassle. Oh yes, there was some as you all well know, YO, WHAAAAHA!

I've survived two road-trips with this ESS-JOKER, a broken hubcap on my Saturn car back in 1996, and a few other unmentionable items. But here I am, still alive and kicking, even after two trips through time, one hyperspace trip to a mall where he worked as a security guard, and was telling a coworker pal of his, that my tape recorder, and I'll quote him, “makes monster-ass recordings”. Actually, there is nothing magical about any of my tape recorders, not here, nor in any other parallel realities of the great 5^th dimensional hyperspace either. I'm truly sorry to disappoint you! It isn't the machine. It is the entity that is running the entire show, the Great I AM's 'Holy Spirit', to use human cave day words and expressions. Religions insist on the Holy Trinity being worded as Father-Son-Holy Spirit. Morianity merely understands that males do not procreate. No real woman has ever had a baby. I say, Mother-Daughter-Electron.

OCTOBER 9, 2018,

TUESDAY MORNING, AT 3:30,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS * DEGREES FNHT.

TODAY'S RANGE: (H-*L-*).

HUMIDITY IS *%.

HEAT INDEX IS * DEGREES.

WIND IS * AT * MPH, GUSTS AT *.

RAINFALL TOTALS TODAY ARE * CENTI-INCHES.

YES, THE WEATHERBUG APP IS STILL BEING HACKED FOR ME; KIND SHERIFF, HEY, WHAT CAN I DO ABOUT IT?

By now, a few of the smarter folks that comprise what Morianity's creator labels his Blogaudians, have figured out; just why my music, or a lot of it, seems to really frighten people, especially people with great power and authority over the mass populations of this Earth-planet. Yes, if you hear a song in a 'dream', and you wake up and record that song here in this parallel world to where you heard it while 'dreaming', on an electronic device, you have participated in an event that Morianity labels, a hyperspace-equation event. There is no rule or absolute when doing these type of things, other than it WILL DEFINITELY CAUSE some reaction. Many times the majority of caused-effects of this, is tornadoes. I know it and those in authority know it. While on one hand they hate to believe it, they turn around with their other hand and do every possible thing to thwart me ever becoming a recognized song writer. You can scoff and say this is absurd. I do not care, because I totally know that this entire thing is true!

Could I have told all of these recent things back before my blogs were halted for about two and a half years; some are wondering? The answer is that I fully knew all of these truths not only then, but as far back as the beginning of this century. Before that, I only suspected it, but I did indeed wonder, because things that happened were beyond any other more seemingly sane and rational explanations. I am telling these things because as I am approaching the age of sixty-four years in this lifetime as Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr, I am growing beyond tired of the bull**** that these HALLS-FAWCES have been putting me through ever since I walked freaking out of Cooley Hall High Hell, at the end of January of the year 1973, with a regular High School diploma. What I cannot figure out is what happened to a man who made this special deal with my mother and myself, a Mister Thompson, of the Camden County, New Jersey Board of Education! My diploma has the name of several people, including the Principal of the West Collingswood High School. BUTTTTTTTT, the name 'Thompson' has been incredibly erased out of the HARRINGTON 'ED & I' TWILIGHT ZONE certificate, that I have here in my personal documents hard-world file, that I keep well hidden in the back of a hallway closet, next to my ****house. This is beyond freaking outlandish and bizarre, folks! Just as Paula King and her sidekick Robert McGuire, can seemingly screw with time and memory on some 5^th dimensional hyperspace scale, in real time; as they have both done to me on a minimum of two separate occasions now, since the middle nineteen-nineties; they have seemingly chalked up another 5^th dimensional hyperspace miracle to their bag of mortal world parlor tricks, with my damn diploma. I know what I know and remember, and I know that this deal was made with mom and myself, and by a Mister Thompson of the BOE of my county. My situation with all of these monster-ESS people or said more truthfully the (travelers), is that just as with the group of UFO-believers with all of their so-called real-world-evidence collected now, THEY WILL NEVER GET ANYWHERE, just as Morianity cannot either. The reason is that 'THEY' don't allow it, and THEY have powers over all of these things, that none of you out here could understand; not in your mother ******* wildest goddamn fantasies! If all of your damn UFO-alien stuff was true, it would pale next to this EXPLORATRON SUPERMIND SOCIETY, and the truths all hidden inside of MORIANITY, regarding these nightmare horrendous travelers, and their organized group, or society, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'll take all of you even one step further, and only the damn powerful Russian government oligarchs know these truths, and that my Morianity is for real, and is of course, why they follow me and these blogs of a dozen years now. The entire UFO-ALIEN crap, is a gigantic huge to the ninetieth power coverup that world societies who don't want the masses TO EVER KNOW ABOUT THE ESS, have created, and are using on the entire world population. They will create this entire silly thing, that is when it isn't mother-nature having fun with them, or their half awake hypno-brain delusions, and then pretend this is some real thing that THEY are covering up. This keeps all of you scrambling around like decapitated freaking chickens, never ever anything other than totally 100% clueless to the real truths of MORIANITY'S EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I do not claim this name given to them by me, Mountainpen, is what they call themselves. I merely have to use it as my point and frame of reference, in my story and blogging, to all of this damn hellish crap. Also, if they did not wipe out my life, then I wouldn't care who they are, or what they were all doing. I only took it personally after they totally mince-meated my entire life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Let me now say a couple of lines on the Educational-Faction of the great ESS. I had more than one person at Cooley Hall, who was definitely NOT one of us more normal people. You all know a little bit about the previous teacher that was there just to get this all warmed up a bit, so to speak, the wonderful Misses Marola. We do not need to even begin going further into this for right now on this blog. We have a lot of future blog texts to demonstrate a major pattern of how the ESS literally created the COOLEY-HALL school for exceptional children, in Haddonfield, New Jersey, USAESMWG! The only item that I'll remind my BLOGAUDIANS of right now, is how she, and this was three months before the great movie came out, called, “2001, A Space Odyssey”, would refer to the post two thousand years of the future that was 31 years away at that time, as for example, two thousand five or two thousand one. This indeed was how we all came to say these years, at least for the first decade of this century, and up north where I hailed from. As many older folks out here know only too well, all the syfy shows were pronouncing these future century years as twenty oh five or twenty oh one. But not the great and powerful Misses Marola of the ESS!

END TRANSMISSION.

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

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