ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, MM

ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD,

SECTION-MM

6:45 POST MERIDIAN

MONDAY EVENING

1 JULY, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

© 2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

PAu000501582

1983

[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitome of harassment part 3.	PAu001189027	1989

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 DEATH PERSECUTERS, that are viciously persecuting me, on this FIRST DAY IN JULY, IN 2019. You will be using your MAXIMUM POWER on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189. SCAN FOR WHOEVER CAUSED MAJOR DAMAGE TO MY CAR, HACKED INTO MY COMCAST ACCOUNT AND FUCKED UP MY TV BOX, ASSAULTED ME WITH THE CHEMTRAIL SIEGE, AND DID UNSPEAKABLE CRIMES AGAINST ME ALL CUNT LAPPING DAY MOTHER FUCKING LONG. 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.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

To access texts from 2006-2011, use links:

• Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
• Morianity Foundation
• The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version
• To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian
• RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL

Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, kind sir; I HAVE FALLEN UNDER A BEYOND INCONCEIVABLE MAJOR FULL BLOWN UNFATHOMABLE THERMONUCLEAR ATTACK FROM THIS DISEASED WICKED EVIL CORRUPT ROTTEN MILITUFORCE on this cunt lapping mother fucking diseased July 1, 2019!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ONLY MOTHER FUCKING GAMES can explain why an innocent fucking person such as myself IS CHOSEN by these FAWCES, for absolutely no apparent reason, and made to suffer through an entire LIFETIME of endless horrendous dogshit on goddamn steroids!!!! A major mother fucking event happened to me today, MISSING TIME. This is a major part of the UFO phenomenon, as well as all of the studies into the supernatural, paranormal, occult (HIDDEN) topics of the EARTH-PLANET ever since humankind has managed to crawl out of the oceans!!!!!! Let us just take a few things, despite Almighty Knowitall Egg Harbor City, New Jersey, Divided Parties of America, ESMWG, Mizz Terry Scatterbrain Egghead, and examine them in light and in lieu of what I have said so far on this blog from total fucking cunt eating DOGTOWN (HELL)!!!!!!! The very same FAWCES that got those RPL fucking OVERAGE FILE RECORD ALBUMS to end up at the end of October in the year 1980, in my living room apartment, at 1802 Robin Hill, in Voorhees, NJDPAESMWG, ARE THE VERY EXACT SAME FAWCES, Mister Hall sir, that are causing my NABES FROM HELL to this very day and hour, forty years fucking cunt later up here in the future from back there, to persecute and harass me to death, as they did to me on this monstrous fucking horrible July 1, 2019 DAY FROM DOGTOWN ITSELF!!!! Yes there was no missing time today, BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT YO, there was shit so horrible that THIS WAS THE CUNT CHEWING ABSOLUTE MOTHER FUCKING WORST HORRENDOUS DAY IN THE LAST TWENTY YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here is what was done to me today, SHERIFF MASCARA, me' kind awesome wonderful sir, 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 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 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 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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It was quiet until I drove over to mother fucking Vero Beach to my psych clinic to try getting to the bottom of why their billing department had charged me nearly two hundred dollars. I came out and was dive bombed by an extremely low flying private aerial craft, illegally. Later on after trying to locate the billing office that the lady at the clinic had sent me to, I took care of what I needed to do and hopefully resolved the shituation, and then drove back to Fort Pierce, first stopping at a local Subway Store for a Footlong Hoagie. After leaving the store and driving about one and a half fucking blocks down Orange Avenue towards home and just shy of the railroad crossing gates, POOF, the MILITUFORCE busted my sensor switch for about the fifth time or so now, out of nowhere, poof, on comes the CHECK-ENGINE light, the car lurched badly, and I had to forget about eating the hoagie, and drove over to my local fucking mechanic for repairs that cost me nearly $190.00. The broken TV cost me another $40.00 the other day, so this is now a total PROPERTY DAMAGE AMOUNT OF JUST UNDER $230.00, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR, and remember kind sir, it was last mother fucking year right around this time when this same cunt huffing 'MILITUFORCE' fucking went on a twisted demonic role to fuck with my property and break shit and wreck my tires, and cost me several hundred bucks of damage exactly one year back in July of 2018. A fire alarm is going off and it is a little shy of a quarter past seven in the mother fucking demonic ass evening, sir!!!!!! You as a LEO know perfectly well about how criminals and all evil deed doers of which the MILITUFORCE is the king of the gang, work in predictable patterns, for reasons that may elude, but still, this is what they most definitely appear to do quite consistently. As I now speak/type at precisely twenty one and one half minutes past seven on this hellish first night in twat licking mother fucking July of 2019, the fire alarm has been deactivated by the Saint Lucie Counter local Ladder Fire Company. WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and a resounding mother fucking WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Somebody just major slammed their fucking door outside in my hallway sir, at 7:22:40 in the Post Meridian. I live totally surrounded by the epitome of swine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before I began blogging, I was going to enjoy watching some television on my Comcast Cable System, and POW, the mother fucking diseased cockROACHES and cock licking non-Mike-Soft spellCHECKER MILITUFORCE, STRUCK ME WITH SOME KIND OF A TV-SCRAMBLE HACK, knocking out all of my non local low end numbered channels beginning right past the Channel-16-COURT-TV. The Comcast people reset the system and it works for now, but I don't think I will pay my bill right on the due date or a bit earlier as I had been doing, since they are allowing this evil demonic MILITUFORCE to use them to fucking screw with my services that I PAY MY MONEY ON TIME TO GET WITHOUT BEING FUCKING HACKED ALL THE TIME, 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!!!!!!!!!!!

The MILITUFORCE ASSAULT ON ME TODAY IS OFF ALL DIALS AND SCALES, SHERIFF SIR ME' BRO. Please know that I definitely will drive down tomorrow MOUUUUUUUURNING to your Midway Road Office to report this major mother fucking ELDER ABUSE here in your great wonderful awesome illustrious county of Saint Lucie, Florida, Divided Parties of America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This fucking shit stops here and now, OR HELL-SE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All of this shit is being done to me by the SATANIC DARK POWERS that Morianity calls the MILITUFORCE. When my late pal Mister D.C. Roth and I would get together back in Jersey, back in the eighties and nineties, we would actually be followed and persecuted by these aerial round large hovering wingless crafts. ALL OF THIS FUCKING SHIT BEGAN AFTER LIGHTNING AND I MADE CONTACT IN MY HUMAN MARK MOHR LIFETIME, AND THE MILITUFORCE DOES NOT LIKE ORDINARY HUMAN BEINGS TO BE IN DIRECT CONTACT WITH ASTRAL PLANE GODS/GODDESSES. So if this is all true, why then did they send me PATTY HHH? Maybe a tennis playing dude somewhere can give me the answer to that one, as I seriously doubt Sheriff sir that my miserable worthless daughter will ever offer me any tiny bit of Marcucci wisdom concerning any of these matters, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!

I will give you updated RR-OUTCOMES on my hypothetical Roulette play during this time of MONSTER-ASS NON-NICK SIEGE, with or without any additional 'O's or nickels!!!!!!!!!!!

YARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, where's your buccaneers little boy? Are they under me' buckin' hat lady, or hidden somewhere underneath my seventeen thousand dollars and permission barriers, oh mighty U.S. © Office????????????????????????????

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#	Name (NALL) <	Full Title	Copyright Number	Date
[ 1 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	For the record.	PAu000662409	1984
[ 2 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	I'm Criana.	PAu000724397	1985
[ 3 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.	PAu003351785	2007
[ 4 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system.	TXu000514390	1992
[ 5 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Lost love.	PAu000344219	1981
[ 6 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection, set 4.	PAu000546149	1983
[ 7 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection : set III.	PAu000442785	1982
[ 8 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo tunes.	PAu000325091	1981
[ 9 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr tunes.	PAu000411864	1982
[ 10 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Queen of blue.	PAu000825471	1986
[ 11 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Real good girl.	PAu000881543	1986
[ 12 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.	PAu002506106	2000
[ 13 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Saga of song writer Mark Mud.	PAu000501582	1983
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What's wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989
[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
[ 23 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204015	1980
[ 24 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity music pre-book.	PAu002336935	1998
[ 25 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity tunes of 1998.	PAu002282717	1998

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[ 27 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Same title.	PAu003037983	2005
[ 28 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Thanx to the shadows.	PAu002237985	1997

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We all remember the great Gawky Gaukauk. The great magical black cat who comes to a person in 'dreams'; and can tell them the lottery number for the next day, only it may be straight or boxed, and it is only the three digit pick-3 and only in the great stellar state of Pennsylvania where the mighty Starburn Outreach Development Corporation headquarters is located in a very amazing and unfathomable parallel universe in the virtually unlimited fifth dimensional hyperspace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Two gigantic dreaming interactions happened to me inside of a very small piece of time back in that mysterious fucking 1980 year, shortly after moving into a very mother fucking magical mystical apartment in Voorhees, New Jersey, the illustrious 1802 Robin Hill!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now before any 'wild dream' pizza pies, turn into my grandmother's face, or we are greeted by any wild hyperspace Toby-Couches; I will state first with total clarity, that indeed to quote the mighty Astral Plane Olympian God, who is visiting here on what he calls his vacation, Sir Steve Murray, true identity in Province Olympia, Psyche Myrathus, and yes, “YOU WERE SHOT” and “I'M A GOD”. Then came the weird off the wall to my Brian non-Golden Nugget Ross Gatehouse one morning, by the illustrious actor who played the part of Sonny King on the wonderful world famous 'LAW & ORDER' TV-SHOW, and then came, “I'M A COP”, only that wasn't said by Steve Murray, but by Mister Sir Tobycouch Bellflower. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and Wonderful Oprah Winfrey too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was the way it gets said, with that major three word sentence with such HUUUUUGE Bernie Sanders emphasis on the third and final word, JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE FONTANA!!!! Yes allow me to state most mother fucking unequivocally that indeed there were two powerful wild-dream experiences that came tumbling into my life or as the lovely Susie Quattro might say, stumbling in, to my life in middle 1980, first the great 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS' SONG, sung by the now revealed to me in hindsight, lovely Goddess Paula King, and then came a couple of months later on, the great magical black cat known as the Professor of the great TECK BAY MYSTERY SCHOOL, Sir Gawky Gaukauk! I discussed in my very beginning blogs in my MORIANITY, exactly what this huge talking panther cat said to me, hey let's be real for a damn ass minute here Mister Bob Schleigh of the great McAndrews & Forbes Licorice Plant Security Guard Job. I had the talking cat who WASN'T so disGUSTing, and my wonderful greedy daughter went onto have the talking dog on the treadmill, well, she was on the treadmill. Oh Dawn, you and your wonderful awesome mother fucking family, yo, BRING IT ON, well, she fucking cunt brought it on all right, and so did my wonderful goddessdamn mother, and her lovely office gal-pal, PATTY HHH!!!!!!!!! Can I get a few ALLIGATOR HATERS ANONYMOUS'S HERE, MISTER MIKE 1971 MCNULTY, PWEEEEEEZE? TANKS YO! AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!

I will soon tell some things that are going to make a whole lot of fucking folks very uncomfortable. You all know the secrets that you've been worried about for a long while now, “Does he know, could he possibly know for crissake”? YEAH for CRISSAKE, you bet I mother fucking know, and soon, I WILL TELL ON YOU ALL, and this will shake up even the MILITUFORCE, IPYT, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All I ever ask is LEAVE ME MOTHER FUCKING ALONE, FROM TONY B AND HUBBY TO ALL OF THEM. The problem is that the Astral Plane Gods love their mother fucking games just way too much, and only JESUS CHRIST knows where this whole bloody turd swallowing mess is going to end!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JULY 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5-----WEEK 0---PEEKAY HHH RAPED ME UNDER AC CENTRAL PIER.

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AUGUST 1969

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SEPTEMBER 1969

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OCTOBER 1969

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NOVEMBER 1969

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DECEMBER 1969

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JANUARY 1970

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FEBRUARY 1970

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1 2 3 4 5 6 7------------WEEK 31

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MARCH 1970

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Youtube is filled with CHEMTRAIL posts. Folks who think they actually have a small clue about what is happening are all out there with their wild videos and tales. I walked out of my building at a quarter past three or so this disafsternoon and headed to my local mechanic just down the street from where I live to pick up my car. The second I begin to walk and look up, in the middle of a totally blue sky, along comes a chemtrail coming right at me. This has gone on during times of major death siege ever since I made a phone call to the Mount Laurel, New Jersey Police from my guardhouse at the Gaither Avenue American Honda Plant in late 1987 early one morning, to report these weird lines in the sky off in the distance, heading south one after another out towards where I would come to live when my blogs would come into existence, Berryville, or Hammonton, the great Hanging in There with the forest fire that Paula King made sure I would hear and remember forever, on her WAYV-FM Atlantic City radio station right there where she sang her LOIS-FOCA SONG to me in that dream, before the Gawky Gaukauk dream, in 1980 at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments. The lady over at the Eckert Pharmacy knows the story only too well when I now say, folks yo, “Don't get me going”. This lady who knew me well told me that day in 2003 in July, “Don't worry Mark, I won't”. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!

THIS IS A RE-POST COPY ON MY OPEN OFFICE W.P.

WHY SHOULDN'T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE???

“Y SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”

(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951---(February 18, 2009)

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.

Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?

GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Copyright Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2009, and blog registered on an official registry bloggers website.

E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.

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• anonymous said on Apr 02, 2009....

You shrunk a bit there dalmatian, but I saw you still speak the human lingo, wow, you are telling the truth, God is 16 or at least she watches the show.

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This is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you ladies and gentlemen:

BECAUSE IT IS UNFAIR

BECAUSE I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT

BECAUSE I AM INNOCENT

BECAUSE I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS.

BECAUSE I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.

GET IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????

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MONDAY MORNING

1 JULY, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

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SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, THIS IS THE WORST DEATH ATTACK FROM SATANIC DEMONIC FORCES (MILITUFORCE), THAT I HAVE BEEN FORCED TO ENDURE SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN ON THE MORNING OF AUGUST 15, 1986, AT THE RENTED HOME AT 1931 MARLTON PIKE, AKA ROUTE #70, IN CHERRY HILL, NEW JERSEY, DIVIDED PARTIES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY, AND JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, SURFER FONTY, THIS IS ALSO A DYING MAN'S UTTERANCE, AND A DYING MAN'S DECLARATION, AS WELL AS ALSO A LEGAL INTERNET DOCUMENT, SWORN AS THE TOTAL ABSOLUTE TRUTH, SO HELP ME AL,IGHTY GODDESS JEHOVAH SSK KRASSLE, GREAT OWNER/CREATOR OF OUR ENTIRE MULTIVERSE/METAVERSE SYSTEM ON THIS PHYSICAL PLANE OF MATTER AND HUMAN LIFE, THROUGH A NUCLEAR CARBON TIMED PROGRAM. SOMEONE TRIED TO MURDER ME WHILE I WAS OUT ON ERRANDS, AND THIS DEATH ASSAULT IS NON-ENDING. I AM BEING BILLED FOR 200 DOLLARS OF PSYCH SERVICES. I WAS TOLD THAT MY INSURANCE 'HUMANA' CHARGED ME NO CO-PAY FEES FOR PSYCH SERVICES. I WILL CONTACT MY PEOPLE LATER ON TODAY TO CANCEL ALL FURTHER DEALINGS WITH THE 'TREASURE COAST COMMUNITY HEALTH' PEOPLE, AS THEY APPEAR TO BE NOTHING BUT SCAMMER-CROOKS!!!!!!!!!! I SHOWED THEM EVERY BILL THAT I KEEP GETTING FROM SOME OTHER AGENCY AND THEY KEEP SAYING NOT TO WORRY ABOUT IT, AND THEY LET IT BUILD UP TO 200 BUCKS AND NOW ARE BILLING ME FOR IT, MISTER STEVE BERNER, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WILL BE SUING BOTH THESE PEOPLE, THEM, AND THE COLLECTION AGENCY THAT WON'T STOP HARASSING ME, CALLED PORTFOLIO RECOVERY; SHERIFF MASCARA, KIND SIR!!!!

The video cut-outs are constant. The next door enemy nabes went on a door slamming roll on Sunday MOUUUUUUUURNING, that fortunately broke off after they rudely got me out of bed for the day. It is a non-stop freaking endless persecution. As I speak, some butt-wipe banged a door at 2:11 this Monday morning, the first day of JULY of 2019, kind sir! As I said to my camp counselor in northeast Maryland a whole lot of various times, in July of both 1967 and 1968, at the mighty and illustrious Camp Chesapeake, “THIS IS RIDICULOUS”!!!!!!!!!!!

I will only go back to where this super off the scale DEATH-SIEGE started, that almost totally crashed the new roulette system back on the SUPER BOTBAR TIMES 4 DAY OF JUNE 18, 2019, PRODUCING A RANDON-ROW OF 3-2-4-3, LOSING FOUR STRAIGHT TIMES, OR NOT HAVING A NUMBER OF AT LEAST A '5' FOR FOUR TIMES IN A ROW, KIND SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, DPAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After the 3-2-4-3 and moving right into present hellish times up through the end of yesterday and the end of just about the worst damn month in my entire life, being JUNE OF 2019, we get the following (RR) OUTCOMES, OR RANDOM ROWS: 3-2-4-3:

6-7-7-5

5-5-3-3

5-4-5-4

7-4-6-3

I will keep you posted with results from later today and on beyond that as they come into the space-time-mind reality of our conscious illusions in this tangible physical material caporial life here on this EARTH-PLANET.

JOJO CALLIO and the great mighty white sports-car of 2006!!!! You may all know the story of the pulsar star, that I call 'Hydroglacia'. Well, this great big entity communicated with me back on the early morning of July 22, 2017, about thirteen and a half months ago. I was over at Mike Patterson's place down near Miami Beach in a place known as Hollywood, Florida, U. S. A. and was staying over at his place after we had been several hours over at the F.I.U. University on Eighth Street, right there where the famous bridge collapse occurred not all that long after we were there. We met with a professor who was interested in a project we were working on, and the same basic project I discussed where that monster dirt bag Mister Lee of the insurance company totally screwed me back in the early summer time of this current year. I was having trouble falling asleep and suddenly around two in the damn morning, I was frozen and could not move a muscle, while laying on his couch and staring out of his window that overlooked a small lake with some homes across that lake all lined up along the opposite side that Mike's apartment building was on. All of a sudden people were shooting off these really beautiful fireworks. After about eight of these unusually gorgeous scattering light flashes went sailing high up into the sky, in perfect view of the couch that I was on; the final one never dropped back down to the ground, and just continued hovering right above me, and right outside Mike's window. Mike was crashed out and sawing down half of a Redwood forest in the next room which was his bedroom, while this was happening. Then this great Pulsar Star looked right at me, and told me that nobody was ever going to help me do this project. My readers don't need to know more about just what this project was and is, not for right now. This thing just kept telling me inside my head, over and over, “Nobody will ever help you with this. You are using things given to you by the gods (the nukes) that your race of Carbonite-entities, are not ready to use, or handle, in their present development of evolution”. Sure enough, the Professor let me down, and then dirt bag Larry Lee screwed me also, from the local State Farm Insurance Office here in Fort Pierce. Yes, just as the mighty lovely HYDROGLACIA told me would happen. Hey, THEY are in control. The MILLIONTH-COUNCIL knew all of this, and even went so far as to tell a radio show host that, in truth though, that happened decades earlier in time, was not very far away in distance, from where I lay on Mikes living room couch, YO. The only other time that Hydroglacia communicated with me, was that night over at my security guard job in New Jersey called CIFALOGLIO. It's all on my blogs from those days, how this great star had turned itself into a giant colorful chopper, came right to the property, hovered, screwed up the clock in my car as well as my wrist-watch, and then flew off back towards where I was living at the time, Hammonton, New Jersey. Then it turned back into the Pulsar Star, and it rose higher and higher into the early morning sky. Later on after it began to get light outside, there she was, that big bright morning star that pulses. We've all seen it all of our lives, unless we never have looked and gazed up at the sky. Hey peeps, when it's all said and done, believe what you want. The damn Russians seem to know something is up. Why else did all of this hacking on me become the news of the day, and why else is this nutcase six year old our president? Why is Russia the main part of the entire globe that has been so damn interested in my blogs? I don't say it, I don't make false claims, I have posted real honest verifiable GOOGLE and BLOGGER charts, regarding all of this. Here it is again, kind folks!

I can only 'imagine' many dirty rotten

things, that just as mighty wisdom-filled Mister Howard Solomon said so often back at the RPL Sound Studio in 1980, “Never get better and only get worse”. Real and true words of wisdom there, Mister Howard old pal, so can the wonderful and totally awesome Mister Count Marcucci top that for wisdom?

Y RUSSIA Y, AND Y JIMMY Y ALSO, FROM 1984?

To quote the Latengrate Mister D.C. Roth, “That cab driver in Atlantic City has a wild license plate number, OYY”, as in Y-JIMIIY-Y”. He is 100% freaking correct!!!!

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SHERIFF MASCARA; PAULA RUSSIAN KING IS SUPER HACKING MY BLOG AND MY MACHINE TODAY, MY NEXT DOOR NABES ARE MAJOR NOISY WITH SCREAMING BRATTY KIDS, LOUD YELPING DOGS, AND SOMEONE OR SOMETHING IS PERSECUTING THE MOTHER LOVING DOG STINKS OUT OF ME ON THIS FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER THE 7TH OF 2018, SIR, YO YO YO YO!!!! WEIN, SOSO?

I have tried to pay my rent all week long. The office here is playing games with me and the desk people keep telling me they are here somewhere or they were here and they never are available to take my rent, so I had to trudge all the way over to the Orange Avenue Public Housing Office to pay the rent, in this super hot late morning heat, here in FORT HELL PIERCE, FLORIDA, D.P.A.

For all of the geeks and geniuses out there, I am sure that I do not have to tell you or remind you of an old computer expression, 'garbage in, garbage out'. All my life, I was intentionally 'fed' a lot of crapola for the purpose and agenda, of TOTALLY CONFUSING ME TO DEATH on many many things!

I am not saying I was wrong about the entertainment world, or Atlantic City, and I don't have to tell anyone with half a brain, like the funny man SC after the late local news ends, just how totally absurd things have progressed into in our lovely little world. I was not wrong about the great Trump, or anyone else I preached about over and over on ten years of blogs from oh-six through sixteen, and you all know it. But WOW was I dead wrong on the exact stuff that laid behind the OZ-CURTAIN of it all. Take that to the bank, kind people! But then there are those numerous items where any reader of mind knows only too well, such as Melanie's 218, and my leaving the Publix store in early 2016 in a 'dream' only it was not early but later on, and I heard the announcement that ended life as we all know it on this pathetic planet!

I was off-line for two anda half years with serious vision problems that are not yet resolved, but I figured out the best way to see better on the machine until my cat-surgery is done, is simply to print it in much larger type, and then to just alter it to size 16 at the end with an all command and a 16 size key. I won't bore a soul with my woes, nobody could care less. You're all too busy with your own with the resurrection of Hitler. Nobody saw him coming either, nobody would believe the few who knew it all before some seven or eight decades back. This blog this morning is just to tell you that the Mountainpen is back, with so much to tell it would take a darn century to accurately accomplish. Slowly but surely, it will all be covered, and all at the appropriate times. For now, just know this, kind folks. Before the world began to go loco about a century back or so, there was no radio, no TV, no internet, and no social media. After the development of each of these four items, things progressed and spiraled downward faster and faster. Shortly after radio, any serious sociological observer and savant of social orders, can see as plain as day how things began to go off the wall nuts, but of course, that was just where it all began. Then came TV. WO, need I say a lot more? But WO, then came computers and the IBM peeps, and of course later still the mighty modern era of our famously known by all. 'silicon valley'. But things did not stop here as we all know so perfectly well, oh no, then there was four, or shall I say, the mighty thief we all know and love or do we?, Mister Pukerberg! Oh yes, SOCIAL MEDIA, and really people; will it all end there? I told the story many times about a particular episode on the great TV show, Next Generation Star Trek, where Ensign Wesley Crusher realizes that the entire crew has been mentally invaded by a 'computer game'. Sounds to me like Mister SC talking and leaving me twirling around on my big fat ass late at night! Oh well, believe whatever helps you get through the night folks. You see, I don't have the luxury of accepting illusions and untruths. As soon as I eventually come to realize that I am being conned or controlled by the ESS, well. I immediately adjust my views and ideas. I cannot afford the luxury of most folks, of believing things that simply put, are just way more comfy-cozy to hang onto, true or false!

Maybe I should entertain the idea of starting, or restarting this continuing story-blog, where most things start, you know; at the beginning, and then work through a normal time line of eventualities. I'll cogitate on the freaking notion, kind folks! This way instead of appearing to be the quintessential scatterbrain of the Harbor lands, as well as the great and mighty Mizz Terry of twenty oh seven, people may begin to realize that to their utter dismay and unbelief, I may not be so damn crazy after-all, despite a truckload of WFMU broadcasts from New Jersey!!!!!!!!!!

Parallel event is a very real and powerful tool, known by and USED by those powers and forces that control this entire world and govern all of our lives from cradle to grave. Right after the giant Williamstown cop turned FBI man screwed us all and forever changed life on this Earth by what he did to my gal Hill, came the 'other' October surprise, back in 2016. The Hitler-Man struck hard, and caused the sprinkler system in my public freaking housing building to go off, and flooded my entire apartment. I KNEW THEN HE HAD THE ELECTION, J.C. Oh Jesus, and AHA, Mister McNulty!

Let me quickly tell you all or the few really, who may have put it all together long before I ever did, about the great mighty PK of ACNJ, and who it really was all along who did not like the appearance of my pathetic little sun burned face that night on the bus on 12 July so long ago, and also who was in that powerful bizarre dream in middle 1980 after moving into 1802 RH Apartments, with her LOIS FOCA garbage. Yes, I may not be the quickest sword in the battlefield folks, but eventually, YO, I do get it! But this is just one thousandth of one lousy little percent of the revelations that came my way in the past 2.5 years since my blogs were stopped by the Cohen Crew! You have such a lovely damn daughter, co-worker Helen Harris. WOW that!

I would go on, but you know, those Russian darlings, my hackers are starting up pretty bad, kind people, so as they said in the 60's, 'don't know how lucky you are, back, back, yeah', yeah, I will be your worst nightmare when I tell some unfathomable truths in the coming weeks and months, BELIEVE THAT!

Yes folks, according to the trustworthy folks in the television educational system, the great mighty Pentagon in Washington, is scared of SATAN just as much as I am. I don't call it SATAN, nor do I believe in some mythical creature with a tail and horns and holding a ridiculous pitchfork, mister Mack Camp counselor Kaiter, yo. BUTTERCHEESE BIG ASS BUTT, I do believe in the MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!! MAYBE THE PENTAGON NEEDS TO GROW UP A LITTLE BIT, AND FOLLOW THE ADVICE OF DOCTOR CAROL SAGAN, THE LATENGRATE, YOU KNOW, AS IN “UPPING IT ONE DIMENSION FROM THEIR CHILDINSH VIEWPOINTS. It is no different than believing that Patty HHH, Paula KKK, or Cooley-Fooley HHH, or Sarah Lighthouse JOJOCALLIO for that matter, are real honest eighteenth century witches, up there in mother freaking ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY. BUTTERCHEESE, and but folks, the same NET RESULT AND NET EFFECT always seems to come into play!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There is always a reason for my DEATH SIEGES, and I know this; since this mother fucking cunt eating shit around me has been going on for the most part, EVER SINCE I LEFT HIGH SCHOOL AT THE COOLEY HALL ON KINGS HIGHWAY, IN HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY, IN JANUARY OF 1973!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM GOING TO BE CALLING 911, AGAIN. I HAVE HAD TO CALL THEM QUITE A FEW MOTHER FUCKING TIMES THIS YEAR; KIND SHERIFF SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Obviously, there is something going on, and one of these things, as they always do, pertains to this parallel fucking cunt event nightmare, with me and dirt bag TRUMP. I cannot keep up with all of this political fucking dog shit, but recently, another senate seat was lost to the mother fucking democratic side of the aisle, and some nasty bitch who should have lost her seat for saying some horrible fucking racist comment was able, through the persecution of me, to retain it; giving the cunt chewing monster evil republicans a major senate advantage now of 53-47, if what I heard was accurate. After the Tracy Ross deal, I really do not fucking cunt trust the media, and their reporting accuracy, any longer. This direct persecution of me, so as to endlessly get their mother fucking monstrous way, via ILLEGALLY APPLIED PARALLEL EVENT TECHNOLOGY; is unconscionable and unfathomable. It only could be real and happening to a person WHO HAS DIED AND GONE TO HELL, as there is simply no other way that something this totally fucking cunt inconceivable, could be real and occurring!!!!

NONE OF THIS TAKES ANY ROCKET SCIENCE!

NONE OF THIS TAKES ANY ROCKET SCIENCE!

NONE OF THIS TAKES ANY ROCKET SCIENCE!

NONE OF THIS TAKES ANY ROCKET SCIENCE!

NONE OF THIS TAKES ANY ROCKET SCIENCE!

NONE OF THIS TAKES ANY ROCKET SCIENCE!

NONE OF THIS TAKES ANY ROCKET SCIENCE!

NONE OF THIS TAKES ANY ROCKET SCIENCE!

NONE OF THIS TAKES ANY ROCKET SCIENCE!

NONE OF THIS TAKES ANY ROCKET SCIENCE!

NONE OF THIS TAKES ANY ROCKET SCIENCE!

NONE OF THIS TAKES ANY ROCKET SCIENCE!

And the goddamn RUSSIAN FOLKS know this to be 100% the truth. THAT, SIR ROCKDROID ROTTENBERRY, is why they have been reading these blogs!!!!!!

WHY WOULD I MAKE UP THIS WILD INCREDIBLE STORY; MISTER ROBERT MUELLER?

If I was not the CHOSEN HUNTINGTON, none of this would be happening, right down to my dying and going to HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes it is indeed an age old question and query for MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR, and it goes like this:

“Is any of this mother fucking shit real, and not a Millie Vinnilli Amelia Bedellia double bubble rip off non techno-pop steak??????????? WOW!!!!” I am not faking this, or my music. The great MC may not have MC'd anything, but she did tell me that I'd be crossing over; and Ryan and 2nd-Cuzz BJ, know it fully well. So WOW to all of these darn things, Senator Thompson Watergate!

BUTTTTTTTTT, then along came Webster, and before even that, sir Ronald freaking Reagan. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, Mister 1971 Michael McNulty, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Enter your Privecode number---1-2-3!!!!

Alligator Haters Anonymous-AHA-AHA!!!!

This is the dawning of the age of George,

(along with technological Aquarius!) Now if the mighty Donna Summer truly is up in the year 2301, using DDLTT to keep bringing me back here into this endless hell, then she must be punishing me along with her friends at the World Laboratories of Westmont, New Jersey, huh Mister David Speas? Yessir old pal, I'll tell you my great story from the shore someday, and this is now that someday, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YARRR to you too, lovely PATTY HHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, this great big entity communicated with me back on the early morning of July 22, 2017, about thirteen and a half months ago. I was over at Mike Patterson's place down near Miami Beach in a place known as Hollywood, Florida, U. S. A. Let's talk some more about this since the mother freaking MILITUFORCE won't get the hell off of my darn butt wiping back, 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

People live here on this planet, totally dummed down to all truth, and maybe that is a good thing. For me, I was not given the choice of remaining all damn stupid and blissful. No sir, I had to meet Patty Hollister HH, and then I had to meet jim Burr, and THEN I HAD TO MEET ZVONKO THE INVENTOR AND WILDMAN THE BEACH-ALCHEMIST IN WHERE ELSE BUT GOODOL' ATLANTIC CITY, BLUE JERKY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was not permitted any cameras or blissful ignorant living, oh wonderful “UNCLE” Heinz Gottwald the latengrate, of 175 Peninsula Drive, just down the road from the latengrate Captain Kangaroo, in Baby Blond (Babylon), New York, Long Island, Divided Parties of America formerly known as (FKA) the great US of A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIKE WONDERFUL OPRAH WINFREY for Christmas sake, you lovely 'Christi-Publicans' out there in DEMONIC WASHINGTON, 13-600!!!! Keep passing totally UNCONSTITUTIONAL BILLS, Bitch Prickonnel, yo!!!! WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, the great pulsar star that has the ability to turn into a wild giant-chopper with loads of flashing strobing colorful lights. Sounds more like a small part of an ASTRAL-PLANE GROUPATION OF COINS to me, me' BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That's what it sounds like to the mother freaking Mountainpen, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!! Still Lenny Brisco, whatever anyone thinks of me and my freaking Morianity, I know for an absolute fact, that the mind is everything. I know that the magical two times during sleep that we human carbon beings are in-between waking and sleeping condition, we are literally connected up to the very magical TWILIGHT ZONE, and not that show on television, but the real deal, or as some older folks know it as, “THE REAL MCCOY”! During these times, we can literally merge and join with many of the ever present GROUPATIONS OF COILS AND COINS that visit us, mostly as yet unknown and totally undiscovered types of LIGHTNING. Who knew about jets and sprites, and numerous other named lightning phenomenon just three or four decades ago? Fifty years from now, we will all realize that the entire UFO phenomenon is just the Goddess Diana and her family from the ASTRAL-PLANE. Still, I seem to be the only human in my time era who is in direct communication with nuclear life. What a freaking shame for us all!!!!! And so there I was that night at Cifaloglio at my job as a security guard, and pow, I was visited by Hydroglacia the great pulsar star. I guess that was an honor, huh lovely Marylou carpenter of all great sand bars that exist in the Capitol City of the entire great Purgatory, called the City of the Great Sarah Krassle, pronounced on the Astral World as “Sahasra Dal Kanwal”. Another Wonderful Oprah Winfrey if you please or just abbreviated into a great big gash dog WOW, and along with another mighty WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

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THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

Just when things are about as intense as they can get, the Milituforce is magically making the Blogs Of Mountainpen, die off into that good night, Mizz Nursing Irene!

NOBODY BELIEVES IN INVISIBLE POWERS. Well, then go touch a 440 volt power line or enjoy sitting at an X-RAY machine for a few hours. Yeah, you're all total idiots and assholes, but I sure hope you are rooting for me a little bit, kind Sheriff KJM, otherwise, maybe I'll just cut my wrist and croak in here tonight, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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This death strike began as I knew that it mother fucking would, when I awoke on Thursday MOUUUUUUUURNING to find my electrical brick in my kitchen, BROKEN BY THE MILITUFORCE, and chirping away like the tweeting birds of the TRUMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! More utility siege and when else Sheriff sir, but on the electrical number of the month, good old reliable and trustworthy number 27, “little boy”. That's her number, or so she told me in that wild dream at the Golden Nugget Casino is 1984, like freaking darn butt wiping gee and WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! You see, and to quote the mighty Mister L&O 'I KILLED DEEDEE' ANDERTON,

WHEN IT STARTS, ''IT STARTS''!

WHEN IT STARTS, ''IT STARTS''!

WHEN IT STARTS, ''IT STARTS''!

WHEN IT STARTS, ''IT STARTS''!

WHEN IT STARTS, ''IT STARTS''!

WHEN IT STARTS, ''IT STARTS''!

WHEN IT STARTS, ''IT STARTS''!

WHEN IT STARTS, ''IT STARTS''!

WHEN MAGGIE PUNISHES SOON, IT WILL BE OFF THE SCALE MAJOR, SO BE WARNED, KIND FUCKING DIRT BAG WORLD, YO YO YO! I do not know how far away my troubles are going to be soon, Mister Marcucci, but I do know that this ain't fucking cunt Pottersville. This is still goddessdamn fucking Bedford cunt chewing Falls, New York, or as the unhappy women might say, “No asshole Mountainpen, it is Bedford Hills”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please stop staring at me through those wild round eyeglasses, Count Cuukie, or give me 'great wisdom' concerning any as of late October 1969 unborn dauts from magical fucking school hallways!!!!!!!!!! TANKS YO!!!!

Sheriff sir; next week I will have to HIRE ME AN ATTORNEY, to sue the collection agency known as PORTFOLIO RECOVERY for ILLEGAL harassment AND ELDER ABUSE. I am having nightmares and health problems as a result of this extra stress and pressure on my poor diseased elderly sick fucking pathetic body!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Starting the day BEFORE the electrical brick was busted by the mother fucking MILITUFORCE, they began persecuting me again, after they had stopped for several months. They are telling me that I am going to have litigations brought against me and that I am in all sorts of trouble, ON A DEBT THAT IS TEN YEARS OLD, AND THAT I NEVER EVEN USED THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE, AS THEY BOUGHT THIS DEBT FROM THE CAPITAL ONE BANK. I have not had a credit card since December of 2009, after they pulled that stunt of screwing with me, making it impossible for me to leave the KING FAMILY with anything other than the clothes on my back. We will see what an attorney has to tell me next fucking cunt eating week, kind Sheriff Mascara, sir, and please expect me over at your Midway Road Office next week as well, as I WILL BE DEAD WITHIN A WEEK IF YOU CANNOT GET THIS HELLISHNESS TO BACK OFF OF ME A LITTLE BIT, OH KIND AWESOME WONDERFUL SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When I try to sleep, the nightmares are too horrible now. Just before coming awake at eleven this night after crashing around half past four this disafsternoon, I was with my father in some horrible parallel world hell, and was being horribly persecuted with MAJOR UTILITY HARASSMENTS and the enemy was calling me and fucking with me in the middle of the night TOTALLY ILLEGALLY but then WEIN, and they were making the phone screw up and not operate, and then they kept fucking with the TV set. My dad and I were viewing some program and then this assault began over there in this parallel reality, and whenever the MILITUFORCE ASSAULTS ME IN 'DREAMS', this is when I am in the absolute mother fucking worst death siege that is imaginable over here in this world, MISTER MARCUCCI SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yessir Sheriff, from here to Pottersville, huh BRO????????????

This is the end of this mother fucking great country, and we all can thank KING TRUMP for this wonderful NEW AGE OPPRESSION as all of us poor folks as his SLAVES AND SURFS while Nobleman King Trump and his evil rotten royal fucking family from HELL, rule over us. Let me prove that this is all going to happen within a very short space of time now, me' kind folks and maitees, YARRRR! Today the miserable DEMONIC FUCKING UNITED STATES SENATE failed to pass a bill that would stop the UNCONSTITUTIONAL POWER OF A SITTING PRESIDENT TO PLACE US INTO WAR WITH A SOVERIGN NATION. It is already unconstitutional to do this, and they put their stamp of mother fucking approval on it, giving their evil TRUMP-BOY, who is DOING ALL OF THESE THINGS TO ME, AND HAS BEEN FOR FOUR FUCKING DECADES NOW, MISTER TEXACO JERRY OF BERRYVILLE-HAMMONTON, HANGING IN THERE FOREST FIRES OF PAULA WAYV KING OF ALMIGHTY ATLANTIC CITY; A LICENSE TO START ANY WAR HE WANTS TO WITHOUT GETTING ANY APPROVAL OF THE LEGISLATIVE BRANCH. THIS IS NOTHING SHORT OF UNCONSTITUTIONAL TRAITORISM, SPONCERED BY DIRTBAG MITCH MCONNEL AND HIS CHRISTIPUBLICAN HENCHMEN FROM HELL (DOGTOWN)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh yes Mister mother fucking great 'cashing in' blog commenter; tell all of your great wonderful 'Cali' pals all about me and make a lot of money, BUTTERCHEESE and BIG-ASS-BUTT YO, you'll never get to the bottom of the powerful Tellosian EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY or its fantastic EDUCATIONAL DEPARTMENT, let alone any mother fucking PERMISSION-BARRIERS from 1994, time trips from 1996 only lied about and said from 1997, wide angle school bus turns, hypnotizing mighty Viqueen Julie White's, car hubcap smashing Nickelodeons with or without additional nickels being placed into them, or additional weirdo 'O''s from mighty symbolic DARK SHADOWS and great awesome train-dreams from the inconceivable fifth dimensional hyperspace, YO YO YO YO YO YO. And we all know that I could have typed out a ton of additional other shitUATION shit, huh folks? Oh yes, lovely sir Microsoft Spellchecker, maybe you're even smarter than Patty HH and her tennis lover, oh well, at least he doesn't fucking play volleyball, huh Sheriff. See you at the ballpark, in this, or in some parallel world, oh great sir KJM!!!!!!!!!!! WOW could I use your help after this horrendous fucking day from DOGTOWN, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will come back on me' next trustworthy whittle Fwudd bwog and give you the four random win row outcomes, you know, as in the example of random-row 4-5-5-3, or 2-6-3-4, and so forth. WEEEEEEEEEEE, and Wonderful Oprah Winfrey (WOW)!!!!!!!!!! My mom works too late, but thanks for the offer to watch your great television show, my kid loves you, but then, you already freaking know that, as you know her a whole fucking lot better than I do, big O, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will come back soon and give you all the random row stats that forever proves to this sick cosmos, that indeed it is fallen and is under the control of the south-polarity (evil fawces) and that the gods of the fucking Astral-Plane are indeed PLAYING ENDLESS GAMES WITH PATHETIC HUMANITY, YO YO YO YO YO YO, just as I have claimed all along for nearly fourteen mother fucking diseased years of Mountainpen's blogging project called MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

From Cooley HHH to Patty HH, mommy dearest. You and your wonderful office fiends (friends) from the world of all great candy crushes, or just plain old ordinary teenaged crushes. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT! Tell me this entire thing can be rationally explained WITHOUT USING THE PERMISSION BARRIER; OH GREAT AND MIGHTY CAMDEN COUNTY PROSECUTOR ADA MISTER RON WIRTZ SENIOR, YO!!!!!! Ga'hed and tell me that one, YO YO YO YO YO YO! Only the fact that colonies will someday be blasted out into deep space using field travel construction and transport, and then a powerful Galanet, along with powerful scanner/projection AVM recording systems to bring reality all around from anywhere in the photon-time truth of shit, CAN HOPE TO EXPLAIN WHAT HAS BEEN DONE TO ME IN MY NEARLY 65 YEARS OF LIFE AS MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR! Remember Sheriff sir, and other great blogAUDIANS out here, I wrote that powerhouse fucking book in the year 1994, an entire mother fucking quarter century ago, yo yo yo yo yo yo, so don't be so quick to dismiss any of my claims, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I DEMAND A GAME OVER, YOU GODDAMN PLAYFIELD SHAKESPEARIAN GODS!!!!!!!

I DEMAND A GAME OVER, YOU GODDAMN PLAYFIELD SHAKESPEARIAN GODS!!!!!!!

I DEMAND A GAME OVER, YOU GODDAMN PLAYFIELD SHAKESPEARIAN GODS!!!!!!!

I DEMAND A GAME OVER, YOU GODDAMN PLAYFIELD SHAKESPEARIAN GODS!!!!!!!

I DEMAND A GAME OVER, YOU GODDAMN PLAYFIELD SHAKESPEARIAN GODS!!!!!!!

I DEMAND A GAME OVER, YOU GODDAMN PLAYFIELD SHAKESPEARIAN GODS!!!!!!!

I DEMAND A GAME OVER, YOU GODDAMN PLAYFIELD SHAKESPEARIAN GODS!!!!!!!

Now as told a short while ago, my going with my mom for the first time, to Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA, in 1965, and to the then called 'Trinidad Hotel', now called the Real 8 Hotel chain, caused me to end up nearly dying and being murdered on several occasions, at a place called the NJNPI, or the New Jersey Neural Psychiatric Institute, located just out of the main part of Princeton, New Jersey, and at a part of this insane asylum property called, the 'K-COTTAGE'. Anyone who wants to start with me about the 'K' not symbolically representing KRASSLE, I won't waste my time or raise my blood pressure, even trying to argue back with you, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

To send an innocent ten year and nine month old child to a place like this when he was not a criminal nor did he do anything to warrant such monstrous shit, is no different than allowing me to be robbed, beaten, raped, and all manner of mother fucking shit that happened to me in childhood as well as into adult life also. But does the AG care, state or federal? Does the great Almighty President? No, great people only have time for other great people, like Jolie and Popey. Birds of a feather flock together, and so do the 99% nobody/poor folks as well. But get into a situation where you need major help, and through absolutely no mother fucking cunt chewing fault of your own, and guess what; YOU CAN COCK LICKING FORGET ABOUT GETTING ANY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Trump the great, says it better than I ever can; “Like I give a shit”, and that was regarding his friend Steve Winn, of the Golden Nugget Casino, during a time of his personal crises in his marriage. I have a lot of reasons for hating poor people, as they endlessly try and take away what little I manage to work very fucking hard to get for myself; and are all basically worthless twisted mother fuckiGN rotten asshole BUMS. But as much as I hate them, multiply fucking cunt that by a few bazillion, and that will show you how much I hate the slutty trashy Wendy Thomas's and Kim Kardashian's of the world, born with silver spoons up their ugly slob clits!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Any mother fucking cunt sucking world, that allows and tolerates for an innocent mother fucker like me, who never both a cunt chewing soul or does anything mother fuckiGN cunt wrong, and is a totally mother fuckiGN law abiding cunt sniffing citizen; to be endlessly assaulted, mauled, reamed, persecuted, harassed, and fucked with, by the scum of the mother fuckiGN Earth; well; that society, who and what ever they are made up of, is not worth their weight in stenchy fucking maggot filled elephant shit, at C-SQUARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But all this fucking bullshit aside, people; being sent to the NJNPI for my 6^th grade school year, directly following CONTACT MADE directly between me and Atlantic City POWERS and FORCES that I will come to label and term the TAWF or THAT FAMILY; this was merely the opener of 50+ years to follow, that can be thought of in only one god dam fucking way, and that would be HELL, HELL, HELL AND ENDLESS TORMENT TORTURED RED HOT HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If the 'fawces' in HALL'S universe, were not signing off with what is and has been done to me for half a cunt chewing fucking century now, then simply put kind people; it just would not be allowed to all happen to me like this. It doesn't take some genius to see this, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now at this NJNPI place, I met several dudes my age who I befriended, one of whom was Wilson Jessup, who claimed to be a witch doctor, and later on, a voodoo priest, god rest my fucking soul. There was a Summer-House or little area half enclosed outside nearby the K-Cottage, and on one particular time, he and I were there and no one else was, and it was late in May or possibly the very start of June, in the year of 1966. Wilson grabbed my arm and told me he was going to take me to the Trinidad Hotel. He knew only that I vacationed there with my mom on the previous summer, and did not know one thing about Sarah Krassle, unlike my pal David Roth, whom I told one day all about her, outside a diner in Medford, New Jersey, one spring afternoon in 1986, called, the Medport Diner. Very fucking cunt lapping apropos initials too, as ever since this time, I needed a doctor in my cunt chewing fucking life, peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We won't even touch right now on the nightmare that ensued after I told David Roth the great high degreed Mason about this powerful goddess in early 1986, but rather, we continue trekking along with my experience with voodoo priest Wilson Jessup, up in Princeton, at the K-Cottage Psych-Ward, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Within a minute of shutting our eyes, maybe less, we had soul traveled there, decades before I knew the word ECKANKAR or understood the concept of Soul-Travel, great Variagi Master Follower, Saint John!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Boy before we run out of Nothing-Prophets, Biblical Prophets, abnd demonic/angelic/ advanced robotic beings, we're going to run out of ball games and cheering advertising blimps!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, WJ goes on to walk us through the room number 323 at the hotel, and he described the exact floor plan both of the room, the nearby corridor and elevator, and even the balcony overlooking the pool. There are no more balcony's by the way, not since the Super 8 took the place over, at the early part of this century somewhere. I doubt that MTM ever stayed there either,in this universe!

When I returned to the place that late June, and left the psych ward forever, all the forces from this globe that are all part of why this middle eastern mess goes on millennia after millennia, began to form plans, right down to the powerful personal friend of my Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason, married to my mom's brother, my uncle Stuart Huntington Mason, named after his direct ancestor of Scotland, Queen Mary; and these plans were set into motion for the following summer after that one, in 1967, and this is why my cousin Sandy went down there, and met up with the great TAWF or THAT-FAMILY, actually one branch of it and lots of friends of them, the great almighty CALLIO'S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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