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ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD
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please
do not include me in your Jonah collection, my
endless lovely Teen-Queen. I
will discuss my father,
both his visit in 1974 that initially began all kinds of wild shit
manifesting itself around my life, and then after his death in 1981,
and the real hell after that or second phase, beginning with the
Playboy Bunny at Robin Hill Apartment Number 1802,
forcing me and my mom to move out and into Atco, New Jersey, and then
from there, it
was TWILIGHT ZONE TOWNSHIP, from that moment on,
right up through the very present times. You all know I speak the
truth. The same force behind everything, the Bible calls this the
devil and SATAN, and the AAT folks call this the space aliens, but
Mister Shakespeare said long ago, “What's in a name”? It's what
is being told that matters, and shit smells like shit and roses smell
like roses, even if we wish to reverse the names of these two items.
It was never me, it always 'THEM',
the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE,
who damn-ass else for crissake, yo????????????????
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
WORST DAY OF MY ENTIRE LIFE, POLICE, HEADING OVER TO YOU
It
really is fascinating, ain’t it Mister Vulcan Spock? But what is
more fascinating 4 me aniwho, is watching
strange and subtle changes and alterations that R occurring all
around, all through my life as Mountainpen; but especially since
1995, and talking about this 2 my 2 faves and buds there at
the HADDONWOOD SWIM
AND HEALTH CLUB, Joe
and Andy.
Is was around this time that I was shot, AND
KILLED, at a Williamstown 'WAWA'
store, in NJUSAESMWG. U never
will hear of it, as all of U that R reading this,
R atomically part of this
signature of hyperspace where I now have been retraced
into. When U zoom back at some object using distance delay, and then
go on 2 capture it not as present day photography works, but actually
by transferring the reality around the image being captured that is
merely waves and particles, and meshing them all together into a
combined photon full image, called a CPFI in less than 2 hundred
years, this then can B traced out on an AVM
or an AUDIO/VIDEO/MATERIAL recording device,
a future camera recorder of a sort, only instead of getting what we
get today, we can eject from the machine, the actual reality in
weaves and particles that were scanned. Since however there is a
difference in time physically, this causes forces within the atomic
laws in the seventh dimension, to ever so slightly alter the precise
atomic duplication process in so much as not being reassembled in the
precise reality from where it was previously scanned, but into
another part of hyperspace, perhaps only away by a whisper, but
sometimes, it is more than this, and things begin 2 get noticeable if
it were to happen over and over, sort of like getting an ex-ray many
times if UR unfortunate enough 2B battling say 4 example, a serious
cancer. A few X-rays in your life will not alter the cells and
genetics of your physical body to any recognizable nor harmful point.
However, should someone get exposed 2 way too many of them, and R
forced 2 endure being exposed to massive amounts of this xenon
radiation; devastating physical harm will result, far worse than
anything that the original disease could ever have done 2 the
patient. I have been retraced by Summer up in the end of the 23
hundreds where I retraced her first, as Labber Zeejins, from my
station at the World Laboratories of Westmont, New Jersey, USAESMWG,
and later showed her 2 much of the technology, and she has been
relentlessly using it to retaliate against me, and this is a large
part of what I am going through. STILL ME PEEPS OUT HERE, as well as
SIR NG-ADS, I am not even beginning to tell the details of how the
future lab in Westmont, New Jersey, truly fits into the hell of right
now, and how I began remembering all of this in the year 1988 around
the end of the winter time, shortly after
copyrighting my 'EPITOME OF HARASSMENT,
DANCIN' IN THE OCEAN' musical project, right after
Valentine's Day. I bring these topics up
again as they all will absolutely dovetail into the bullshit that
will be blogged right now, today, May 7, 2019,
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, wonderful SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!
AGENT
CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON
MADE A POWERFUL STATEMENT TO THE WPIX
DOCUMENTARY NARRATORS AND CREATORS, THEY TOLD WHEN PEOPLE
FOUND SOME OF THE REAL NON-HOAX UFO RELATED
STUFF AND CAPTURED IT ON FILM, THE AIR
FORCE AND SECRET BLACK OPS ALPHABET SOUP AGENCIES MADE
IMMEDIATE CONTACT WITH THEM, AND DEMANDED
THE FILMS AND PHOTOS BACK,
AND THEN WENT ONTO TELL THEM THAT IF THEY EVER
OPENED UP THEIR MOUTH AND TOLD ABOUT ANY OF IT, THAT THEY WOULD NEVER
HAVE
A
MOMENT'S
PEACE
FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIFE.
THIS ALL AIRED AS FACTS, ON THE WPIX, NEW YOUR CITY, NEW YORK,
CHANNEL ELEVEN, TELEVISION STATION DOCUMENTARY, IN 1988, WHILE I WAS
LIVING IN MOORESTOWN, NEW JERSEY, ON CENTRAL AVENUE. I may have
mentioned an address of 7 East Main Street, that was an error, that
was the address of an attorney who I had gone to for complicated
reasons. To simplify it however, it was because I WAS MAJOR FUCKING
RIPPED OFF BY UGLY SOUL TOW TRUCK MAN, MISTER JOHN J. SPROUL CROWLEY
OF LINDENWOLD, NEW JERSEY!!!! Again, all
things fit completely and perfectly together, and they always have
and always will, me' kind wonderful awesome Sheriff KJM,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
great Billy
Harner
the human percolator told me at his Haddon
Avenue barber shop, not beauty shop, but yes, when all
of these shows were happening in real-'regular'
time, NOT TO LIVE WIH
ANYONE, but to, and I fucking quote him totally ass verbatim
here, “Stay by yourself Mark”;
only I did not listen to his
wonderful great advice. As I speak, another horrible
fucking death angel attack is striking me, and these have been bad
again over the past several days, sheriff, and all because YESTERDAY,
I SUFFERED A MAJOR ASSAULT ON ME
BY THE MOTHER FUCKING WOMO-MILITUFORCE, WHO ELSE, YO YO YO YO
YO ME BRO?????????? But
warning or no, I did move in with these WASHCLOTHS
FROM HELL AND 1970,
and W---O---W, again, there was another place from where I can swear
in any court on this planet and not worry about being fucking charged
with perjury; that things went poof and bang in the night and again,
there is no return.
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JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER
MARK
MUD------F
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Copyright
Catalog (1978 to present)
©
MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR, 2006-2019, THE BOM
Oh
yes peeps, I TOTALLY KNEW THAT I WOULD BE PUNISHED FOR HARPING ON AND
ON ABOUT MIND
CONTROL,
and guess what Sheriff KJM sir, this was quick and fast and super
hard pounding enemy retaliation! I
FELL UNDER ANOTHER NASTY DEATH ATTACK ON THE GODDAMN TWENTY-FIFTH DAY
IN APRIL
OF
THIS HORRENDOUS ASS YEAR OF TWENTY-NINETEEN;
absolutely mother frikkin' brutal pummeling hell was applied
against me,
against
my health,
against
me with noise,
and against
me with some more nasty video cut out assaults
on my PUSSY
CHEWING
CIVIL
LIBERTIES,
OR LACK OF THEM, DESPITE MY BEING A LEGALLY
BORN
AND FREE CITIZEN OF THESE ALMIGHTY
UNTITED STATES OF AMERICA!!!!
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©
1983 Mark Wayne Mohr, private electronic-metaphysics program.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
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 that are viciously
persecuting me
ON MAY 6, 2019, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS
ASSAULT ON ME, CAUSING ME A MAJOR
HEALTH CRISIS, MAJOR HORRENDOUS UTILITY AND PROPERTY
PERSECUTION, ATTACKS IN MY SURROUNDING
NEIGHBORHOOD, AND IN MY RESIDENCE
BUILDING AND TOWN, AND AGAINST MY PROPERTIES AND UTILITIES;
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-QP4 sub-code, under
G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and
HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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.
OK
SHERIFF SIR, HERE IS WHAT WAS DONE TO ME MOTHER FUCKING TURD
SWALLOWING YESTERDAY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND WE ALL
KNOW WHO IS BEHIND THIS, MISTER CRIMINAL SPACE FORCE LEADER/LAMBRIGG
CULT CONTROLLER, DONALD JOHN PRESIDENT TRUMP FROM DOGTOWN
(HELL)!!!!!!!
OK
SHERIFF SIR, HERE IS WHAT WAS DONE TO ME MOTHER FUCKING TURD
SWALLOWING YESTERDAY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND WE ALL
KNOW WHO IS BEHIND THIS, MISTER CRIMINAL SPACE FORCE LEADER/LAMBRIGG
CULT CONTROLLER, DONALD JOHN PRESIDENT TRUMP FROM DOGTOWN
(HELL)!!!!!!!
OK
SHERIFF SIR, HERE IS WHAT WAS DONE TO ME MOTHER FUCKING TURD
SWALLOWING YESTERDAY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND WE ALL
KNOW WHO IS BEHIND THIS, MISTER CRIMINAL SPACE FORCE LEADER/LAMBRIGG
CULT CONTROLLER, DONALD JOHN PRESIDENT TRUMP FROM DOGTOWN
(HELL)!!!!!!!
OK
SHERIFF SIR, HERE IS WHAT WAS DONE TO ME MOTHER FUCKING TURD
SWALLOWING YESTERDAY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND WE ALL
KNOW WHO IS BEHIND THIS, MISTER CRIMINAL SPACE FORCE LEADER/LAMBRIGG
CULT CONTROLLER, DONALD JOHN PRESIDENT TRUMP FROM DOGTOWN
(HELL)!!!!!!!
OK
SHERIFF SIR, HERE IS WHAT WAS DONE TO ME MOTHER FUCKING TURD
SWALLOWING YESTERDAY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND WE ALL
KNOW WHO IS BEHIND THIS, MISTER CRIMINAL SPACE FORCE LEADER/LAMBRIGG
CULT CONTROLLER, DONALD JOHN PRESIDENT TRUMP FROM DOGTOWN
(HELL)!!!!!!!
OK
SHERIFF SIR, HERE IS WHAT WAS DONE TO ME MOTHER FUCKING TURD
SWALLOWING YESTERDAY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND WE ALL
KNOW WHO IS BEHIND THIS, MISTER CRIMINAL SPACE FORCE LEADER/LAMBRIGG
CULT CONTROLLER, DONALD JOHN PRESIDENT TRUMP FROM DOGTOWN
(HELL)!!!!!!!
Just
in case it concerns the mighty Astral-Plane Authority, known by a
handful few Earthers on the temporal realm here as the MILLIONTH
COUNCIL,
I admit that I have never yet told a soul on blogs, or in other other
human way as of this date, at 3 of the clock in the morning, on 26
April of the year 2019 of the post common era circa; all
of the things that I know about both THEM, as well as all of the
connections with THEM and MYSELF, both here on this physical plane of
existence called human life, as well as back in the Plankatory,
(spirit
world).
I know for a total 100% fact, that the
Millionth Council uses Mind Control in numerous ways
against the waking world (humanity) of this Earth-Planet. I also know
that they have rigid and austere methods of operations, and why,
because
THEY WORK!
When something is not broken, DON'T
FIX
IT.
Stick with what works, and copy success. If the ruling Purgatites
believe fully in this method of operating, then by the gods folks,
you all should employ these same methods as well in your own lives.
Jesus Christ, what are we, a bunch of total friggin short-bussers? In
my life here as Mark Wayne Mohr, I have been targeted by this
horrible bunch of bottom feeding subskummites from the spirit-world.
I realize that the educated peeps insist that I am talking dinosaur
here, and they call themselves the Ancient
Astronaut
Theorists,
and that's all fine and well, whatever
floats your boat.
I know what is real and I have lived through enough total dog shit to
drown a solar system.
I am not saying that this groupation of aliens from the supernatural
spirit world (Astral-Plane) cannot descend into our reality with
abductions
and weird
flashing lights
and giant
round hovering saucers, and
all of this and a whole lot more. I am not saying this, because of
course they can. They
can do unfathomable goddamn crap to us, any damn ass time they want
to.
Look what they have done to friggin' ass pitiful pathetic me for
crying out louder than crap!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I have learned to
see patterns, and have come to observe how they follow a strict set
of repetitive rules and regs. With
me, in order to keep my entire life down and oppressed and unable to
escape being around low life criminal drug addict type persons who do
nothing but hurt me and damage my stuff and steal from me and on and
on,
all they have to do is keep doing the same things to me that they
know for sure will always work, and this is what they do.
They endlessly set up circumstances around me so that things will
only stay endlessly hellish and bad for me, in places where I try to
live and exist, where I try to earn a living and work, and so on.
They make sure that I have no social life, they make people hate me
without reason or good cause, and the list goes on and on, and yet it
is one simple Tellosion tool
these prick bastards always keep using against me, and that is
MIND-CONTROL!!!!!!!!!!!
Not my mind, but
the minds of those around me,
neighbors,
coworkers,
bosses,
authorities,
do you get it yet, you assholes all over the world, 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 yo yo yo yo yo
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yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
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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 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 yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo?????? If negative events and negative situations can be
endlessly created and caused around a person, mortals
can think of this as a CURSE.
I do not know a more appropriate or educated term to use, despite
sounding archaic. Dawn
King would say it perfectly right about here, “It is what it is”.
There is no way to break out of something if they have all the power
to just keep screwing me up endlessly, by controlling people to never
want anything at all good for me, ever. If they are given thoughts
that I am the bad guy, I am no good, I am the prick, I am not
misunderstood but rather just a son of a bitch no good bastard, who
should live in a soup of maggots, then I can be sure that I will
never make more than minimum wage or ever be content one bit any
place where I am forced to live. So
tell me how any of you would fight against this kind of unseen
hellish nightmare powerful evil twisted force
straight
out of the gates of HELL-DOGTOWN
for crissake, yo???????? Now, yesterday, on May 7, 2019, I was
struck super hard by the MILITUFORCE, AND HERE ARE THE MOTHER FUCKING
DETAILS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To quote the mighty wonderful SIR
CHESTER-FRANK here, “WEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SOOOOOOOOOO,
Mister
Arthur Crane,
and everyone else; this
is why I remain forever
trapped
in a TIME
WARP
called HELL.
Jimmy Carter knew it, and TOLD ME SO. But here are the details of
yesterday the seventh fucking cunt day of May, yo, me wonderful
Sheriff Mascara, kind sir, just in case you care about my
endless ELDER ABUSE
here in your lovely wovewee county of Saint
Lucie, Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW THIS!!!! My mother fucking OIL LIGHT ON MAY CAR DASHBOARD IS BACK
ON AGAIN after being off for quite a while. To quote wonderful Don
Feldon Maxwell smart, “The
old hit
him sporadically
and make
him go nuts
trick”.
How we all loved that talented and great old television show, huh?
Too bad I don't love living in eternal mother fucking DOGTOWN ON
EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Around nine last night I
WAS STRUCK WITH A HORRENDOUS FUCKING DEATH BEAM causing severe
diareah and health abuse
on a pathetic and frail old man, SIR SHERIFF, YO, the video cut outs
are being RADIO
SATELLITE SIGNALLED big time again,
numerous times per day, kind sir, an old harassment is back from many
years ago back in Jersey, I call it the pen-persecution trick, where
somehow they fuck up my pens and nothing writes on paper. Perfectly
good pens just stop writing or skip and barely write, breaking up and
not working as they're fucking supposed to work, death angels are
real bad again, loud music outside and crash level private planes are
back, AND THE LIST COULD READ ON AND ON, roaches appearing again all
over my mother fucking pathetic apartment no matter how much I spray
RAID and keep the place fucking immaculately clean and tidy, yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo sir SHERIFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I said, the list can just
keep right on doing a COPPERTOP DURACELL BATTERY here, me
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At
least LIGHTNING
has been very wonderful and good to me, Sheriff sir. SHE
has came around to visit with me almost daily for more than a week
now. No one on this diseased evil wicked sinful planet can stop the
love that Diana and I share endlessly and infinitely. HA-HA-HA.
Oh yes, not even the mighty Space-Force (MILITFUORCE) can stop our
wonderful awesome love, yo yo yo yo yo yo, and not even the dirt bag
worker bees in it, the mighty and horrendous Exploratronic supermind
Society of transdimensional couch dogs and mama faced pizza pies. 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 having my teacher, Misses Marola,
insisting that I perform in that Memorial Day of 1969 school play;
and zillions of other 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 the future decade. There are items that do
not ever seem to be of any consequence, while others both large and
small, that definitely are. 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 that's 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 these 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;
as 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
she 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 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 our 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, are what makes up this 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,
there are 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 Mariena 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So again with the mother fucking rat
turd swallowing “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!!!!
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