Wednesday, April 1, 2020

THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER, CHAPTER 54






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2:26 ANTE' MERIDIAN

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1 APRIL, 2020

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THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER





CHAPTER 54








WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3





The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"








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A few nights ago, I enjoyed watching a show on television about Malcolm X, with Mister Washington starring in the role. I don't like Mister Denzell for three reasons, but he did a great job in that role, and it paid off for me to watch it, besides just learning a bit about American history. First, the three reasons for my not liking Sir DW are as follows. He advertises for the Allstate as we all know. I do not like fake or phony things. That silly fake voice of his on those ads is beyond WEEDEEKAWUSS, to quote me in 1997 with lovely Katy, in Abseacon, NJUSAESMWG. I have seen him in several of his movies, and none of them portray that crazy silly extra deep phony-put-on voice. Finally, I still believe his cousin screwed with me that day in 1996 when my mom and I were trying to move out of the Williamstown Highview Apartments and into that Somerdale death-house as Morianity has labeled it. The reasons for my believing that he interfered with it is typical Hollywood-Enemies and their operations and normal procedures of screwing with me any time they feel like it. For more information than this on that particular topic, you will need for me to tell you perhaps at some other future time. So back to the Malcolm X show. Who out here remembers how I was discussing the FASCITAR, and the Astral Goddess COIN who resides in the Purgatory, in the neighboring province to Olympia, near the dwelling of the God COIN Psyche Myrathus? Remember me telling you all how she would not reveal the significance to both of the instruction numbers for working this Astral-Plane travel method from the Earth Plane? I told how the '6' and the '10' were not just some randomly chosen part of this wild instructional manual for operating this spirit-travel system. But I told you all how she did not reveal the TEN part, only the SIX part of this 6-10 instructional spirit-travel guide. She said that the Roman number of '6' is the English letters of V and I put together, as anyone knows who has ever looked at a grandfather clock and the bottom hour of '6' displayed as VI. While I was viewing and totally enjoying the show about the great man, Mister Malcolm X, I learned that he chose that 'X' term which also in Roman means 10, but here is the real kick in the nuts folks and yes wonderful Microsoft Corporation, folksingers toothpaste as well, or TOO!!!!!!!!!! I learned from this show that Malcolm, intentionally did this because in the world of advanced mathematics, the 'X' also has another major significance. Anyone who paid attention in first year algebra class in high school and hasn't forgotten it all completely in adult life, remembers how 'X' represents the 'UNKNOWN'. That is why he called himself Malcolm X, and this is all a part of the great GODDESS-COIN FASCITAR, and HER instructional manual for Physical Plane spirit-travel, to the realms of the Purgatory (Astral-Plane), where SHE resides in. Remember that the VI or (6) represents the English words of Velocitronic Interference. I know that I told you all about that, and admitted that I did not then know of the reason for the X-10 other part of the great Fascitar-Instruction methodology. Now as for why I want to hire a PI to find Patty Hollister, you all can;t be so damn totally dense not to see that we must look at something so gargantuan and beyond totally fucking HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE HERE. Who out here can dismiss all of this as a zero percent chance for being cosmically correct when I say that Patty seemed to want me to be where I am today, and then of course simultaneously along with all of these developing situations, our daughter becomes a world famous super star. Look, maybe it is not the truth, but how can I be expected to just dismiss the idea and concept that MORIANITY could become the RELIGION OF THE 3rd MILLENNIUM, with a little bit of assist from the Earthly connected PINK GODDESS HERSELF? All I am saying is that I think it would be beyond remiss to just say, yeah right sure, what a total crock that all is!I was joking of course about the bank robbery. How many people every day say shit like, “Boy I could just kill my rotten mother fucking boss for how he treated me on my job today”, and many other such things? I know a PI is expensive, but I will find a way to find Patty, if that is, she is still here on this Physical-Plane of human life!!! No people, no direct little pun or code was meant when I abbreviated the detective term right following my discussions about higher mathematical stuff such as algebraic expressions and representing the unknown in them with the letter of 'X'. Still, that good old endless JRSS really does have a mind of its own, so tell me I'm wrong here, yo!!!











Between approximately 10 or 11 of the clock last night and just shy of two or so this MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, I fell under a nasty NOISE-SIEGE FROM THE MILITUFORCE, with door slamming and loud car stereo music and all in absolute violation of after 10PM Township Noise Ordinances, and I could read you the lengthy fucking statute number from the LAW LIBRARY that is now closed of course until further notice, as we all know, as a direct result of this lovely CORNWALL 19 DAY VENTNOR STAY back in 1970, better known to the ignorant masses who would entirely dismiss all related things to the JRSS, as the Corona Virus 2019-STRAIN!









For the past few days I have suffered with a MAJOR TOOTH INFECTION that is extremely painful, and has caused me to spike a fever as high as 100.4 degrees. Should I have had to go outside for any reason, and then been randomly stopped by any authority; I would have been forcibly quarantined as a direct result AGAIN, of that CORNWALL 19 DAY VENTNOR STAY back in 1970, better known to the ignorant masses who would entirely dismiss all related things to the JRSS, as the Corona Virus 2019-STRAIN. Now here is an update on my infection that totally swelled up my entire mother fucking face even worse than when the mighty and elusive Mizz Paula King from Atlantic City, on that July 12th 1970 public transit bus, prompting her to make that cruel and ugly comment that to this day, I NEVER FORGOT, and most likely NEVER MOTHER FUCKING WILL, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO! Yes that was caused by a nasty sunburn, and this is a direct result of dental neglect due to wonderful Sir Senator Sanders in full agreement with me, our lousy national health insurance system, that totally ignores major dental problems associating with normal aging and poverty, that goes onto result in the neglect of poor people's mother fucking dental health. Still, “Here is the situation”, as Superman said to Inspector Henderson, on that great old fifties B&W 'SUPERMAN' TV-SHOW, and the episode with the west coast mafia criminal named Louigee if I am naut misspelling his damn ass name! By late Tuesday morning, my fever broke and my temperature that was ranging in-between 99.5 and 100.4, went down to 98.4 degrees, and has remained in the near range of this number ever since. Infections in our body cause the same things to happen to us that virus and germ bugs cause, and our body's way of fighting all of these bugs is to attempt to burn them up, hence our goddamn fevers. The pain is almost totally gone now too, but it was quite intense and nearly excruciating for a good twenty-four hours, yo BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! My problems with my teeth don't go away like magic, merely the infection that temporarily resulted from having a very bad tooth. No Mike Soft, toothpaste has absolutely nothing whatsoever to fucking do with that, yo! HA-HA-HA Jane Sleazeweedsdisease Witchbitch Trashface; you missed me today. There was no way to block it, as many times the damn blocker won;t help when the margin that shows the page number crap moves too far in to the left of the far right side of the page. I just took my chances and tried to forget about this and kept typing out my blog, and now am safely onto PAGE 12 of 12, yo yo yo yo, me gol'-darn BRO!!!! TEE-HEE-HEE, oh lovely Mizz Munster!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









Yesterday, Tuesday, the temperature reached an afternoon high of 93 degrees. It was sunny, hot, and quite humid, and the weathermen on the news said that the treasure coast had feel-like temps over the goddamn century mark, a rarity for the last day in March, and they admitted that this was another record breaking day in local weather here in the SUNSHINE STATE OF GOOD-OL' F-L-O-R-I-D-A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













A typical game in Roulette, playing my Tri-Group-Copy 3-Bet Stage Roulette-System brings a grouping of numbers such as the ones that came out right before I did this blog after being awakened by my scum bag NOISY M2F ENEMIES FROM HELL, AKA DOGTOWN, OLYMPIA, PURGATORY, should anyone insist on a physical world type of address in an existence without space or time or any meaningful way of relating to any of that human world shit, thus my naming the Astral-Plane, a “CONDITION-INTERACTION”. Yes the numbers today from my quick spin system of playing cards drawn randomly, and once the converted numbers come out they further convert to a multi-wheel scramble code so that one deck of playing card can literally become virtually limitless amount of roulette wheels; are as follows:











35,30,8---16,2,3---31,20,11---1,6,2---



5,22,25---4,13,22---25,11,14---5,12,32---



15,36,19



Now I do not include my two joker cards that almost perfectly recreates the odds of a real casino roulette game's VIG or gaming edge as the pro gambling world calls it. Factoring in this, actual profits usually force us to divide in half, or in the case of a rare losing game, double the loss amounts. Now these 27 NON-VIG spins, convert into the outside betting tri-parameter letters as follows: Remember that R=RED, B=BLACK, E=EVEN, O=ODD, L=LOW, AND H=HIGH.







BOH/REH/BEL----0

original grouping has no bets made.

REL/BEL/ROL----(-5 units)

BOH/BEH/BOL----(+3 units)

ROL/BEL/BEL----(+3 units)

ROL/BEH/ROH----(+3 units)

BEL/BOL/BEH----(-5 units)

ROH/BOL/REL----(+3 units)

ROL/REL/REH----(+3 units)

BOL/REH/ROH----(+3 units)





Now the outcomes shown in BLUE COLOR FONT will show (W) WINS and (L) LOSSES as follows by COLORED FONTS. The W are in BLACK FONT, and the L are in RED FONT.



The subtotals of profits are +18 units.

The subtotals of losses are -10 units.



Game Total after 27 non-included GREEN possible outcome spins of the roulette wheel would be 18-10=+8 UNITS PROFIT. A good average of course when the legal game VIG is factored in as stated earlier, is to DOUBLE the TOTAL LOSS AMOUNTS, and HALV the TOTAL WIN AMOUNTS. So +4 would be a long running play figure in this game of 27 non-VIG spins. Also, a controversial but very tried and true methodology whenever a gamer uses STAGED/progressive betting amounts, even as small as the mini-martingale of 1-2-4 units such as is used in this system, is to always cover the GREEN VIG on the highest one or two bet amounts, and in the case of only a 3-MM as is used on this system, that means whenever the top or third bet is placed (4 gaming units), you cover the GREENS with a smaller gaming money chip value amount. If we use the 25 dollar green-quarter money gaming chips, the player should always have some red nickel gaming chips for covering the green-split bets on the top 3-MM (Mini-Martingale).













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6:43 ANTE' MERIDIAN

TUESDAY MORNING

31 MARCH, 2020

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THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER





CHAPTER 53








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MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3





The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"








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I won't lie for a mother fucking single lousy little second. I AM ONE VERY GODDAMN PISSED OFF PERSON. I did nothing at all to deserve being in 'DOE' and yet here I am and have been all my cunt huffing life, due to this horrendous jerked off family curse that originally I thought of as the Mason Curse, as did distant Cuzz Donnie, and now know it for what it truly is, the HUNTINGTON CURSE!

DOE is short for Dogtown On Earth!









Here we are during the worst global and national disaster in the history of about 98% of all humans under the age of the big buck, and yet, POW; what I am going through IS STILL UPON ME, such as yesterday, AGAIN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!









Funny how my goddamn ass mother told me that it isn't fair how things seem to get worse and harder for people as they grow older and older. She is totally mother fucking correct. It isn't one bit fucking fair, and yet, 'ah cruel world, tis so damn true!!!!!!!!!! Back when the Nine-Eleven Attack went down in Manhattan in 2001, things totally stopped around me; and all of my persecutions and harassment's were TOTALLY GONE for at least three solid weeks, give or cunt lapping take! But oh no, this never ever backs off any more NO MATTER WHAT IS HAPPENING AROUND THIS GODDAMN MISERABLE ROTTEN ASS FUCKING CUNT GLOBE, BRAH!









I absolutely know that the 605-SITUATION is one of many past 34+years of ICPE-APE-TECH, from none other than the evil diseased wicked rotten MILITUFORCE (M2F). I know this as sure as I know I have a mother fucking dirty asshole each day after taking a dick licking shit in the toilet! Some things, and I know most of you know this, WE JUST KNOW, and nobody can talk us out of what we absofuckinglutely know. Yes Microsoft, I haven't used that exact cursing dialogue in some time, but thank you for that great fantastic reminder there, yo!













Here is the very basis however for my endless belief and argument for claiming that my situation is quite fantastic, and thus, SIMPLY COULD NAUT BE 'JUST' COMING FROM THIS WORLD AND OR THIS DIMENSION OF ORDINARY '3-D REALITY'. To be in this major world crisis and still have to contend with the same old shitty around me, and then folks, you ask me or wonder why I, do not seem to ever change, year in and year old, century in and century out? Come on lovely Mizz 1985 Caldor Store #113 Mizz Margie Leo yo, “Wanna' cut me a brake” there, sweetie pie? A nasty left side Death-Angel-attack is striking me at 7:07 this MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, me' great folks out there, 'whoever you are'!!!!! Even world famous people are able to move with the calendar and their lives appear to take shape around the current events. But alas folks, not poor old miserable Mister mother fucking MOUNTAINPEN for crying out louder than a fully cranked 50 kilowatt super stereo amplifier! So in case you want to ask me why I never seem to change and even go as far as blame me for seemingly having some weird attitude toward life concerning an endless continuing of my curse, simply know that I am enjoying this as much as you would enjoy being in a dentist chair for the next ten years straight having root canal work done without let up other than to sleep or shit or piss or drink or eat and maybe breathe and sigh! I don't believe that I am the only human being on the Earth-Planet who is experiencing inter-dimensional major or even minor woes. I don't believe that I am an isolated individual for that matter, who is having any type of inter-dimensionally connected events continually being made manifest into my life. I DO BELIEVE HOWEVER, lovely people out here, that I may indeed be the only person so far in the recognized HUMAN-HISTORY who has become totally aware of my situation, and has taken it one-hundred percent seriously as a result of becoming onto it, and not then simply dismissing it all as pure insanity. My point to all of is is that I believe the mental health system and in older times and days, the numerous mental hospitals scattered all over the place, were filled with all kinds of wild sicko nut cases, but perhaps as many as ten percent of them were all having shit going on around them quite similar to what is happening to me. I fully and absofuckinglutely believe this to be accurate and true, so help me PINK GODDESS JEHOVAH STACEY KRASSLE ALMIGHTY! You all go right on and believe your way. I cannot say it makes me happy, but I can't do a diddly squat thing about it, can I Mike RPL 1980 Walters, sir????????????? Gee fucking willagars for Crissake!













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Did any of you ever notice this wild event? I can NEVER MOTHER FUCKING GO MORE THAN TWO BLOGS IN A ROW WHERE I SAY “HA-HA-HA” TO JANE WHORE-SHIT FONDA, WITHOUT HER GETTING ME THE THIRD NEXT TIME? I guarantee this pattern is also just as mother fucking true as all the other wild and inconceivable shit in these now 14+ years of cunt eating miserable blogs of endless goddamn WOE-WHIZ-ME'S, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!









I won't lie to a single one of you. I cannot ever be sure just how real the “REALITY-3” deal is in all of this, or which way parallel events truly seem to be energized, and of course you all know that I believe that they are totally omnidirectional and nothing whatsoever like the old Buddhist Cause and Effect thing, where event A, the cause; then goes onto create event B, the effect. In other words the ageless paradox of which came first, chicken or egg, I say they were a truly simultaneous event. Still, this as so many other things can wait for later times to be further examined and explored, in or out of all similar Cooley-Hall Special-Ed places!









If I could just somehow ever cunt chewing KNOW exactly who is screwing up my life and wiping me out and turning my entire existence into one totally ass fucking HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE NIGHTMARE, I would then be able to direct me' informational-counterstrikes of revenge-tellings, to completely appropriate groups and persons. I would be totally within any and all rights also, in doing this. We all know that if I am not insane as the great WFMU Listener Therese says I am, and also could ever prove to a jury what has been done to me by these SCOTT RANSOM VERY POWERFUL PEOPLE ever since leaving school at the Haddonfield Cooley Hall; I would be awarded tens of BILLIONS OF DOLLARS IN AGONY-COMPENSATION and for a totally ruined and wrecked life. It also is logical to assume that those people that are pulling all of this off all of this time, have pockets as deep as the fucking Pacific Ocean's Mariana Trench. But before anyone including me begins salivating over this possibility; I would stand a better chance a thousand million times over, of winning the mother fucking POWERBALL-LOTTERY JACKPOT, and you all know this too, “deep down”; right Mister Robin Hill 1990 'L&O' Robinnette, yo?









THE END, AND SMELLING 'GOUUUUUUUD'!!!

BEGINNING OF THIS TRANSMISSION:




AND ON OR OFF ANY BUS RIDES OR L&O SHOWS,

WE'RE SMELLING REALLY GOUUUUUUUUD.







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BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT FEELING A WHITTLE BETTER.



10:21 ANTE' MERIDIAN

MONDAY MORNING

30 MARCH, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG



THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

© 2006-2020 MARK WAYNE MOHR

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ® THE 'BOM'





THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER





CHAPTER 52








WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3





The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"








MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASES CHART:







MONDAY, MARCH 30, 2020









CURRENT PHASE IS:









WAXING CRESCENT 6:7









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I FELL UNDER A MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING DEATH ATTACK AT ABOUT 9:25 THIS CUNT HUFFING MORNING, MONDAY MORNING, 30 MARCH, 2020. WHAT ELSE IS FUCKING CUNT NEW IN THE HORRENDOUS LIFE OF THE MOUNTAINPEN????????? IT IS THIS JIT BAG CUNT SNIFFER NEXT TO ME AGAIN, IN UNIT #605, THAT I REFER TO AS MISTER MEX AND IS SHORT FOR MEXICO SINCE HE IS A MEXICAN-AMERICAN, AND I DO NOT KNOW HIS NAME, NOR DO I HAVE THE SMALLEST DESIRE TO KNOW IT EITHER!!!!!!!!!!!!! HIS BOOMING SYSTEM WAS CRANKED WAY UP FOR ABOUT FIFTEEN SECONDS TWICE, AND THEN THE DOOR SLAMS ARE MAJOR, HIS NOISY CHI-DOG IS YELPING ALL TO HELL, AND THERE IS MOST DEFINITELY A VERY LOUD FUCKING EARLY DAY PARTY GOING ON IN HIS SHITHOUSE UNIT!!!!!!!!!!! I KNOW FULLY WELL SINCE IT BEGAN JUST SHY OF THE WALL STREET OPENING BELL, THAT AS ALWAYS; THIS IS BIG-BUSINESS-ORIENTED PARALLEL EVENT (ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY) BEING ILLEGALLY APPLIED AGAINST ME, SOSO-WEIN-SSDD, SAME SHIT EVER SINCE MIDDLE AUGUST OF THE YEAR OF 1986!!!!!









What amazes me is that he actually thinks he will get away with endlessly claiming that it is me making all the noise, when I am in here as quiet as a mother fucking church mouse. On top of that, something that my goddamn mom said to me over and over rings quite true in all of this. She said, “If I keep a good reputation, it will come in very handle during such bad times and situations as these”. She's 100% on the money. Kev said to me not that many days ago when I told him how he accused me of having women in my apartment and making noise at three in the morning, that he personally knows that's a total crock of dog shit cubed! People all know my mode of living and style of life around here, or for that matter anywhere that I live for any significant period of time. Eventually, this prick will be evicted, but I doubt I'll be able to wait him out, just as with all my horrendous bad neighbors sent directly to me by THE DEVIL HIMSELF ALL MY LIFE, also known as the MILITUFORCE in my Morianity.











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COUNTERSTRIKE OF 10:30 AM, ON 30 MARCH, 2020:













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 FOR THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS DEATH ASSAULT EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THIS CURRENT DAY OF 30 MARCH, OF 2020, WITH A MAJOR ENEMY NOISE DEATH SIEGE AN DTHE ENEMY NABES IN UNIT #605 AGAIN ASSAULTING ME WITH MAJOR ELDER ABUSE STARTING AT 9:25 THIS MORNING, and that is all a part of DONALD TRUMP'S ICPE-APE-TECH death strike on me since August 15 of 1986; 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.







































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Maybe the HALLS FAWCES didn't like what I discussed with Atlantic City in 1970 with child molester Tom Reale. But who can ever really know why these cunt eating death sieges come out of nowhere with me and pow, they strike like a Jupiter bolt of lightning on steroids. Then eventually, they go away and vanish as wildly as they came. Before 1986, I never ever had to live like this. Yes I had many rotten problems and my share of rotten days, usually about one out of every 10-14 when averaged out for entire years, and I know, since I used to keep LIFE CHARTS that showed me this information, yo yo yo yo BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!









Let me quickly tell you something not told on CHAPTER 50, speaking of telling some really wild shit regarding transdimensional hyperspace and the dealings that I have had to endure within this vast and virtually limitless and unfathomable fabric of space-time-mind connected from the 6th dimension of MIND! David Roth in many parallel worlds has been interacting with me for a minimum of six or seven years now, and he is getting meaner and meaner with me in these alternate realities, once even trying to shoot me dead. I was working as a security guard at some weird place the night before last and I was told by my boss, the Site-Sarg, that the reason Dave is being so mean to me is because “He thinks I'm gay” to precisely quote the dude. I of course am not gay, not here and not there, and in the experience, my doppelganger was telling him, “Boy just give me the opportunity to prove that I am not gay and I'll blow your goddamn mind”! The Site-Sarg just looked at me, and then poof, I woke up with a bang. But that horrible mother fucking nightmare stayed with me all of yesterday, and put me in a really fowl ass fuckign rotten mood to say it 'politely', Mister Tommy Jam-Jelly-Dizzy Roe from when else, but good old fucking 1969? For a very long time, I have wondered why my spirit insists on traveling into these rotten goddamn parallel universes where Dave is being so damn mean. Well, I got my answer. Don't ever fuckign tell me that things in DREAMS do not work just like they do in the waking realms of so-called REALITY for Crissake. For a long long damn time I was trying to understand this and then finally I got the answer. Life while awake operates for me in extremely similar ways. People who doubt my hard on for hyperspace & dreaming really need to get into BIBLICAL PROPHECY and DREAMS, as this is all through the BIBLE, and there is not one scripture that so much as even partially implies that those days and these days are separate as far as this is concerned. Show me I am wrong with real BIBLE SCRIPTURE anyone, and I will end my MORIANITY. I have read through it cover to cover, so LOTS OF FUCKING LUCK, YO!!!!!!!!!! BOY OH BOY DOES THIS SHIT SUCK FUCKING ASS AT C-SQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
















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I don't believe that I am the only human being on the Earth-Planet who is experiencing inter-dimensional major or even minor woes. I don't believe that I am an isolated individual for that matter, who is having any type of inter-dimensionally connected events continually being made manifest into my life. I DO BELIEVE HOWEVER, lovely people out here, that I may indeed be the only person so far in the recognized HUMAN-HISTORY who has become totally aware of my situation, and has taken it one-hundred percent seriously as a result of becoming onto it, and not then simply dismissing it all as pure insanity, as if I were the husband, MAY THE GODS FORBID, of the illustrious Mizz WFMU-Listener Therese! Yessir world, I absolutely believe that I am the only one for whatever the damn reasons, to have achieved what some might refer to as, “transdimensional realization” of my fifth dimensional full total hyperspace-self. Two great Christian Bible Scriptures lead me into this belief, and I will quickly explain just what they are. First there is a scripture known instantly to any loyal bible reading and true Christ believer, that tells that no one is so special, that they can possibly be going through something totally uncommon to other people. Then other scriptures also go onto say, a sort of 'however yo', not all people on this planet are 'able to see and hear the real truths' all around them, and are blinded by their father the DEVIL. Substitute the devil for the M2F and we can agree to move this on now. I never ever go against the scriptures, but I think that the gods have shown me the best possible 2020 year translations to not only those in our 66 book bibles, and other bibles too perhaps, so long as they preach that Christ and only Christ is the only way to the Almighty SAR (LORD) Pink Goddess, as well as even to those whom the M2F, disguised as the CANONS of those books removed from scriptures by the R.C. CHURCH, also provide such mighty wisdom's about. Without getting really hellbent on more specific junk right now; we can always go do a 'Maverick's James Files' here, and thus remembering Jim Rockford's loose teeth, and how we can always get back to this later on. We will too, I promise. Yes I am the only one to my knowledge so far in the history of this entire world, WHO THINKS FIFTH DIMENSIONALLY. Doing this elevates our consciousness to levels that are quite lofty and unimaginable on any and all matters. Adding in the full belief in the Phase-4-Entity reality that Morianity has preached now for more than fourteen years; and we get a system where not too much can ever remain completely hidden, at least for too long. I say this in a totally non braggadocio way, as along with great wisdom comes great responsibility and in my opinion, great suffering that always remains equal in a ratio and proportion to wisdom that exceeds the normal 3-D; and so believe me people when I say that high-mathematics totally backs up my position and statement. Again, Mister Rockford's loose teeth. So indeed I am seemingly all caught up in this mind boggling fifth dimensional hyperspace problem of my own personal hellishness; but many of you whose lives are also somewhat wild and crazy, most likely are living a whole damn lot more 5th dimensionally than you would wish to admit to yourself right about now. I'll promise all of you this right now however yo. If you wish to even see the beginning of incredible clearings in your own fog on matters that always seemed to remain unclear about your own lives; just begin to mildly entertain the possibilities of Morianity and see the incredible shit in your own life start to open up in hours and days, not years or decades, and that is a major promise to any of you out here. Even my JRSS and how I have broadened and elaborated on it by inducing both alphabetical and numerological systems into it; all of this is all a total part of the JRSS reality, and also, this deal about synchronicity is simply existing because of the way cosmos itself was designed, LAWTRRONICALLY. Denying it is equal to denying gravity. That is okay too, just as long as you don't scoff at it when things get ugly such as jumping off of a cliff without a parachute, and saying “FUCK YOU” to the LAW OF GRAVITY. I also promise you that this won't work out for you all that well either, yo BRAH!









Hey, just as I don't believe that this Milky Way Galaxy has any aliens in it (MWG), I too believe that all the answers to why it may appear that there may well be, is in the fullness of the 5th dimensional hyperspace again. It all works when we simply expand, or to quote that Latengrate Doctor Sagan again, when we UP IT by one dimension. In this case most of us think in three dimensions and we can include the time system as the fourth, so we up it one more and we get five, not too complicated at all, right, all great alligators of the Microsoft Corporation Spellchecker Systems EVERYWHERE? Moving on with this point here folks, and yes, Folksingers toothpaste TOO; I absolutely concur with that great other NEW-AGE-AUTHOR, Doctor Bruce Goldberg, and his wonderful and awesome book from the late nineties, called, “Time Travelers From Our Future”. Sure the galaxy is crowded when we begin seeing it all fifth dimensionally. Why wouldn't humanity's future of marvelously developed super-high technology and unfathomably advanced descendants, move out into colonies in our galaxy? So yes, the galaxy IS FULL OF LIFE, but it is our own life out into the future. If the atoms had a reverse polarized charge, we could look out into the night sky and see our own future out there, but in this matter forward running time-illusion world, we look out into the past along the eternal now photon beam that all of reality is riding on. I only bring all of this up because it does indeed fit into what will now be opened up and admitted to, and unlike that stunt that I admit that I pulled with the secret agent who used to E-MAIL me, (AD-6), this is no phony fake news to get some reaction that I will need to come back and amend, and that I admitted I would be doing every once in a while, from the very inception of these blogs of Mountainpen also know as (AKA) the 'BOM'! I speak of the horrendous hellishness now presently surrounding all of us on this planet, called the CORONO VIRUS STRIN #19 since this strain began late into that year of two thousand and 19. Most germ-strains are in fact labeled in this manner, I believe. Please folks, if you are in need of doing the bathroom wee -wee or dung-dung, do it now before reading on; as you just may have a whittle damn accident otherwise, as I plan to tell you a story about last summer and how it apparently, fifth dimensionally as well as in 3-D/4-D reality, all has brought about this abhorrent medical disaster.

















HA-HA-HA-HA JANE Sleazeweedsdisease; you missed me, and try as I do to forgive you for that horrible nightmare damn stunt that you and your hubby network owner pulled on me, that monstrous damn night in the springtime of 1993; I JUST GODDAMN CANNOT EVER FORGIVE YOU, you witch; because the consequences of that assault on poor whittle innocent me, has had effects that are still ongoing to this very day and hour, such as right now on this blog on this just missed by a nose hair, PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, and causing me to endlessly live life, blocking screens and clocks, and all sorts of damn things that pop up around me forever, showing me that horrible representation of that gods awful fucking word that I MYSELF INVENTED IN 1987, “{[(BOTBAR)]}!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











Now to the real powerhouse meat of this blog; great LADS, LASSIES, LAB-TECHS, AND LAB RETRIEVER DOGS: Yes after the M2F screwed with my catalytic converter switch for about the fifth time since I came down to Florida, in my 2004 Dodge Neon Automobile,and this was followed by a summer siege that was truly horrendous, and that horrendous time on jury duty and the train nearly killing me when it was over and I was attempting to get back to my car that I had parked in the municipal garage where jurors are told to park; I began to dabble with some shit regarding my experience in VENTNOR, New Jersey, in the summer time of 1970, at CHILD MOLESTER THOMAS J. REALE'S home on CORNWALL AVENUE. I was planning to call this a brand new entire book, and maybe even create a completely new blog, and I am glad I chose not to do that for many reasons that we need not get into discussing right now. Back then, I knew nothing about making pin money with blogs that have over a 200K page-view history and that average a weekly 5K page-view, as this one does. I am not doing this right now as life has way more pressing issues for me, and that was before this global fucking pandemic kicked in to even heighten my woes further. Now to the point. The great “ME-TV” Network had brought the old sixties “DRAGNET” show back onto their lineup, and memories came flooding in soon thereafter about how Sergeant Joe Friday's L.A.-CALI Police Badge was numbered 714, and how back during that great NICK@NITE on the Nickelodeon TV-CHANNEL back in the summertime of 1994 had a nightly show called “Block Party Summer”, and how on Friday nights from 8-11, the DRAGNET SHOW was aired in blocks of 6-episodes, and I always loved that original DRAGNET, but after watching it a couple of weeks, something began to happen. I remembered unconsciously perhaps, my days living in the Pliner house in 1983 with my PRIVECODE MACHINE, and how I told LIGHTNING one night around dinner time, to call me on a new code that I made for her, NUMBER 713. She did too, and both with Her transdimensional lightning connections, and then also in Her human form, leading me to go down to the Golden Nugget Casino in Atlantic City that night; but the only problem was that I had fallen asleep, and when I awoke, it was half past eleven at night, and I was already half an hour late. But there is way too much to this story and all of its wild connections for me to even attempt to get into all of it. I'll need to be very selective and tell the major points that I feel might best suit the bringing together of all of these inconceivable items into one bag of what some might refer to as Felix's Magic Bag. Felix for those under age sixty years, was a cartoon character, a big black cat, a magical cat, and no, I doubt very much that it led me to my wild dreams a dozen years or so later with another huge sized black tomcat named Gawky Gaukauk! Now I told before on some recent previous blogging texts that I called my 1970 summer time by what I perceived it to be then, and that being, my “time at the shore” and my “TJR-AFTERLIFE”, with the TJR standing of course for the child molester Mister Thomas J. Reale, the real estate property investor. I also told how this home was on CORNWALL AVENUE and that my stay there was exactly 19 DAYS LONG. But we haven't even begun to talk about many other JRSS patterns of incredible alpha-numeric-synchronicity in all of this unfathomable dogshit. How about we now look at the town that Cornwall Avenue is in, VENTNOR. Remember folks, and yes folksingers toothpaste too oh great goddamn Mike Soft Corporation; how this wild and incredible family from some other parallel universe in the vast virtually limitless and inconceivable fifth dimensional hyperspace came to me night after night, and on one particular wild dream, they shot me in my chest and got me onto some operating table and then they proceeded to cut out my lungs, and then if that wasn't horrible and fiendish and scary fucking enough, they somehow managed to magically turn them into washcloths, while I was forced to somehow lay on that operating table unable to move, and observe that hideous unthinkable nightmare on epitomized steroids. When we think of LUNGS, we do not normally think of WASHCLOTHS, but MORIANITY for many many many years now has altered this a wee bit. I may never truly understand just exactly who Ultimate-Fighter-DAVID was in the early prior decade who said to me, “GO WASH YOUR HANDS” that day at the HARVEST JOB on 25th Street and Orange Avenue here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG, but one thing I do know. There was more to that story that can ever think of meeting the eye. I used the JRSS to compare washcloths and washing my hands, but it took nearly a decade to see connections to HAND WASHING due to a CORONA VIRUS, all resulting from ultra complex transdimensional signal energy dots from the mind realm or 6th dimension. But I can look at the synchronicity to many things. We have talked about the 19. We have talked about the CORNWALL Avenue. How about now talking about the machine that is able to cure this horrible fucking virus in most of those who become afflicted by it? I am speaking of the VENTILATOR Machine. When I was shot, and my lungs were turned into washcloths, after THAT FAMILY dissected my lungs from my chest, while I was helpless on a table and unable to move a muscle but was completely aware of the procedure, in that wicked demonic nightmare dream in early July of 1970 at Reale's Cornwall Avenue home; what kind of a machine would I have needed to be put on so that I was kept alive and thus was able to watch and observe my own dissection? Yes world, you guessed the guess here, 'ding ding ding ding ding ding ding', a ventilator machine. I was obviously placed on some type of a fucking VENTILATOR. Now let us look at the town that this was all taking place in. Good old neighboring to the south of Atlantic City, “VENTNOR”. Say it ten times fast and tell me you don't even hear the whole damn fucking word of ventilator, ga'hed world of doubters and dirty disbelievers, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!! Now B4I go on and on and on and NO, not on an DON, just on and on, but that major JRSS pops up, unless we all are living in damn caves the past few weeks and days; let us talk about last summer and the hugest death siege ever that started against me, speaking of monsters against me and ultimate BRIGGBASE-M2F assaults on pathetic and pitiful elderly persons over the age of 65 years, well, not until last 4 December, but what the fuck is in a few months of time for crying goddamn out louder than dogshit??? I realized a lot of these things and was saving a lot of things for times when hopefully, this death siege on me would lessen and go back to somewhere even remotely close to the 2012 through early 2015 times. But it never came. We all know why, and we know who threw his hat into the ruing in that year of 2015, and we all know of my nightmare shituation with ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY and its horrendous misuse by Scott Ransom 'very powerful people”! I wish I had the health to have somehow braved up last year, and really gone to town with this (TJR-AFTERLIFE) stuff, as this would have placed me ahead of that actual virus, rather than have it just look like I am trying to cash in now on saying all these things. I'll just have to take my chances and tell what must be told, and let chips all fall where they do, as the old expression goes, yo. Yes so I would be watching DRAGNET on the BLOCK PARTY SUMMER in 1994 on Friday evenings, and after about a couple weeks into it, I would sing along to my TV in my bedroom at the Highview Apartment I was living in then, each time the 714 badge number was shown, “Call me on the 713”, and then I would instantly go, “4” or sing, “I mean 4”. In fact, I still quietly do this whenever I happen to be still up and watching television at the ungodly hour that ME-TV shows the Dragnet Show now, and I will always sing quietly along, “Call me on the 713, I mean 4”. I have always had a mild 'Taretz' Syndrome or however it is spelled, where once I do something, it is nearly impossible to stop doing it. It is a mild mental disorder, nothing that I can't fucking handle, and if I really do have to stop dong something for whatever reason, I can always exercise control over it, if and when it is absolutely necessary. Speaking of the devil being in the details to it all, and yes Mike Soft, to the damn alligators toothpaste TOO, when I stayed at that damn rotten evil chill-mo's Cornwall Avenue Ventnor place, in the summer of 1970; I was there as soon as school had let out on the 23rd of June, Tom came over to the Dellway Arms Apartment where I was living and picked me up around eleven or so at night, and we got to the home of washcloths and THAT FAMILY around a quarter shy of one in the morning on June 24th. So 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, is 7-DAYS. Then I left this place and took a jitney-bus at around a little past half past nine at night on the 12th of July, so I was there for the first 12-DAYS in July. 12+7=19 but there is another wild synchronicity that damn it, I'll bet many of you caught as well. Notice how the two months of June and July breaks up my 19-DAY STAY at the WASHCLOTH HOUSE OF HORROR, is made up of 7-12, as in the date itself when I left, 7-12 or July (month #7) and 12 (day #12)?????









Another wild interesting connection into a whole slew of damn shit is thissssssss, lovely Erica SNAKES 1983 Cane. Cooley Hall let out on June 23, 1970 on that particular school year. COOLEY HALL in Haddonfield is right off the world famous and very historical town of Haddonfield in New Jersey USAESMWG, on 'HOPKINS LANE'. Now that episode on the greatest law show ever, and surpassing even IMHO, PERRY MASON, we all know and love, and that interferes with all of our lives so that we forget to bath, and feed our kids, and so much more, tee-hee-hee Mister WOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLF, called “LAW & ORDER”; with the lady Mizz Anna Hopkins, who has that SARS VIRUS which IS A CORONA VIRUS BY THE WAY, in the trunk of her car, has that same matching name of HOPKINS, does it naut, Mizz AT&T BLAKE? All I am ever saying about the mighty JRSS James Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome is that all things in cosmos when broken down into subatomic realities are nothing other than unfathomably miniaturized cosmic numbers of a sort. Some of these numbers, just like fractions, work well and go into each other, while other simply do not. From this truth, we indeed can rely on obtaining extremely accurate pieces of magical wisdom, and remember, the world of the subatomic, for all practical intents and purposes, IS A MAGICAL AND TOTALLY UNKNOW REALM to all of us pitiful little human beings, at least in our year of 2020 for crying out fucking louder than a cat with a car tire on its tail!!!!!! Lettering arrangements and deriving codes from them in a comparison type of procedure is nothing more than admitting that our human language is all just a mental reality and that since our minds are truly pure energy and would not even exist physically without electricity, then this stuff makes a whole lot more sense than those in the APA claiming it is a bunch of sicko wacko delusions and illnesses. But hey, we all are entitled to our opinions, lovely Mashell RPL Daniels of 1980!








So inside of the 5th dimensional complexities that all come into being from a 6th dimensional MIND REALM, that the great religion called ECKANKAR calls and labels the “MENTAL PLANE”, are many secret coded truths all hidden but waiting to be sought after and then plucked out, with all kinds of various methodologies. The one Morianity preaches abnd that Mountainpen uses is the truths of JRSS, and further down into the outline of elaborated concepts, are the fact that words and numbers can indeed show pictorial accurate truths, especially when viewed 5th dimensionally. Our dream worlds simply cannot be ignored. As I pen this now at approximately twenty minutes shy of five this morning, some hacker is trying to do something to my computer and I got a weird pop up onto my screen. As I said, it is only a matter of mother fucking time B4I need to get these computer files all into a new Windows-10 system with protection, firewalls, and all of the virus anti-hacking junk that most new systems come for the most part, standard with purchase. Of course, we're talking plenty of fuckign doe, and I am not going to spurge until I absolutely am forced to do so!!!!!!!!!! Yes it was after Russ Thaxton had come over to my Oaklyn apartment called the Dellway Arms on Oakland Avenue, and got me to burn my BOOK OF THE BEACH, in fact it was quite a few months later, and the first day of this new period was the 13th day in July, about seven months or so since Sarah somehow transdimensionally took my chain, and then a couple weeks or a month later somewhere, Russ got me to burn that incredible book that told all these things in full detail, and in the words of a fifteen year old juvenile. It would have been priceless to have and to compare with the adult version of the very same thing and the very same reality, that is called, THE MORIANITY BIBLE. But in any cae, July 13 started my AFTERLIFE, that is my life AFTER Tom Reale, and AFTER the WASHCLOTHS all got their diseased hands on me and took out my lungs and placed me on some weird type of ventilator machine, before putting them back into me, and somehow in my opinion, caused my entire future to be endlessly connected and intertwined with them forever, whoever they all truly are, RUSS, so you can tell Therese to blow it out her tin foil hat. Yes I truly believe that if I had the entire code to all of these things, we would all see how indeed this TJR-AFTERLIFE deal all led up to all types of things right down to our 2019 Corona Virus. All dots always connect. There are powerful damn things in all of your lives too, but it's like secret treasure inside a panel in the home you just bought. You may live there for forty fuckign years and die or move away, and never ever even know that thirty million bucks in gold coins were right behind a panel in your attic the whole damn time. Were you rich while you owned that home. What does a tree falling alone in some deep woods sound like when not one single human or even animal is there to hear it happen? These little mysteries have been wondered about for millennia. Still me' pernt is this. You simply won't ever know it because you are scoffing at me and my wisdom in these matters. For all you know some bizarre shit in your past is why the entire middle east crises got worse at some particular time. I am certainly not the only person who has these transdimensional connections to truly huge events, but one thing I do know is that I absolutely refuse to discard an incident just because it may seem to be completely unbelievable. I learned that truth that day in Mister Smith's class in the spring of 1971, regarding lovely and horny Mizz Zenkiss. If evidence continues to be there in the real world, then we cannot deny something. We may not truly have a full understanding of all of the numerous tentacles, but holy dogshit on pumpernickel bread, don't just dismiss it once you know that something really is fucking there for Crissake, yo! I know that I was planning to tie in some wild shit about my stay at the Washcloth Family Ventnor home on Cornwall Avenue, last summer. I also know that nobody on Earth knew then about this virus. Still, other things were pointing to many things, and time won't allow me to even start getting into the tons and tons of shit that are all a part of this. Maybe as later blogs continue on, we can at least try to make this all make lots more sense. After I almost died that day on my Fort Pierce Saint Lucie County JURY-DUTY, I got home, and the blogs from that time of the 19th day in August of 2019 last year, speak for themselves. I was not discussing yet, any of these things. But I assure you that I was at this time, starting a huge outline of what I called and still call now, the “713-TJR-AFTERLIFE”. The 713 is because of the date. July 13th or 7-13 on 1970 was my FIRST FULL DAY BACK HOME after packing up the few items that I had in that large bedroom that was inside of a very large and totally junked house with only that one room restored so it could be lived in; and I took that jitney-bus to the Arkansas Avenue Bus Terminal and from there, I boarded a public transit bus to Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG. This is where the Paula-Sarah-Nina gang of lovely teen queens all got on the bus that night, and Paula said that mean thing about my face being all messed up, and it was; since I had indeed quite a nasty ass case of sunburn and I did not exactly look great as a result. But as the year of 2019 drew to a close, and persecution on me was at a level like nothing ever before, I knew that Magnesonic would eventually take vengeance for its creator. Am I happy about all of this? Not on your fuckign life. Am I sure of this? Of course not. I am merely going by a lifetime of proven past performances of the way all of this shit has worked and operated around me for nearly four straight goddamn decades of time now, yo BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then right after the new year of 2020 came in, so did Mister 605-Mex with his horrible loud music and all the hell I started going through with him and calling cops. But without spending a zillion years on a zillion fuckign topics here, let me quickly remind you all what happened as the first half of this summer time 1970 period was drawing to the closing minutes and while I was on that bus that I had boarded in Atlantic City at about half past ten at night to go home. Where did these girl-gang girls all get off, but right there at SARAH'S FUTURE WATERWORKS place. The ACMUA has a main branch station in Pleasantville just a few blocks down from a gasoline station, where my car finally completely died on the 18th day in December of 2006 while I was with Ed Himacane Lynch and the story on that date is on a very long blog that any of you are free to go and archive right here at this blogger website, by simply clicking into the past five books that are shown all the time on many of my recent blogs. Mighty McGuire had damaged this car while Ed and I were on his street, legally parked and taking completely legal tourist pictures for my blog web-page on the then existing site known as www.morianity-foundation.com/ and we went up to the boardwalk so Ed could buy a newspaper out of one of the vending machines. Two months later, the car completely died but he did it, and I know he did. It began running slower and slower until the engine completely seized up and died, and where did it die but the gas station that was right down from that damn water company station where those girls all got off that bus that night. An hour and a few minutes later, I arrived home in 1970, and this began the 13th day in July as well as what I called and still refer to as my “713 AFTER-TJR-LIFE”.









One thing I will give to my distant cousin Donnie and that is he shocked me yesterday, Sunday. He finally had the good sense to push back that Easter date to the end of April. If he had not, we would have lost as many as half a million to two million people just in America, and all because of his love for money. But I will give the man his props. When he deserves an 'addaboy', I'll give it to him, and many times he ain't so terrible, and he doesn't always get it totally off base. His only trouble is he won't ever let the buck stop at his desk, as did that great old President Harry. These two dudes may have had one thing in common, and that is and was their surnames had the same first four letters, and THAT IS ALL THEY HAVE IN COMMON!!!!!!!! Still, credit where it's do, and I'll never rob a man of his rightful fucking props. Good show, Donnie! WEEEEEEEEEE and yes Mike Soft; maybe totally ass WEEDEEKAWUSS, as well, as who can know? This very well may have saved 95% of possible HSE lives. The shoulda-coulda-woulda hyperspace syndrome is an ever present reality that can't be underestimated!









What cannot be treated lightly is the fact that most people who don't choose careers in mathematical related disciplines, will never truly appreciate a virus's curve. On the CNN charts that were taken from the CDC authorities, they show the American COVID-19 STATS as follows for DEATHS.

3-5---11 3-12---38 3-19---149

3-26---938 3-29---2400



Now these increases of course are not simple and only mathematical due to the fact that in making these situations what they are and what they have been, numerous different approaches were used against this, to quote my distant cuzz-Donnie, “invisible enemy scourge”. In those earlier boxes, if we had done what the smarter countries had done, the curve would be far less angled towards parabola shape. If we resumed normal operations by the 12th on Easter, the shape will be much more parabolic. But by moving it back at least two more weeks, it will be much less parabolic. These truths are not disputable. In any case, we all are trying to get through this dogshit, and as you all know, this BOM is not a CURRENT-EVENTS blog, hence that is all I'll say on this subject.



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This blog is about 1997, and not so much about 2020 or believe it or not 1986 or 1983. 1997 was one hell of a wild year, and of course was the inverted digital year of the great last year of disco, good old 1979. But that is only a part of why 1997 was so powerful, as this is when SARAH KRASSLE chained me up forever in a very inescapable way, and even let me know it in a way that only I can fully understand. A more apropos expression for the times of today and right now, would be, in a way that only I am able to really GET. This ties into many things that WON'T be harped on with this initial opening blog on this topic, as something much more powerful, as well as quintessentially sinister, needs addressing right now, me' people!












I will be talking about the way DECADES OF CALENDAR TIME appear at least with me and in my own life, all do one common damn thing. I speak of becoming as major in a CHANGING WAY, as it is major to those who go by calendars as we humans do, and then we suddenly find ourselves seemingly quite magically transported one day, after the ball in NYC drops; into a brand new decade. Rather than continue onward with that particular item, we hold it instead in a short abeyance here, and move still onward with the topic of ATLANTIC CITY IN 5th DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE. You see people yo, I am now going to admit something quite mother fucking totally HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE here, TO MYSELF ACTUALLY, and then as a resulting factor of course, to all of you, me' loyal following Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















I have been wrong on something all along, all throughout this more than fourteen year blogging project now. Maybe not so much wrong, but merely unintentionally in a circumstance of doing a very human thing, misleading myself on things that in true fact, I knew better all along and didn't want to admit it to me'self, yo BREEEEE! All along for longer than these bogs have existed actually great people out here, I thought that just plain old ATLANTIC CITY RIGHT HERE IN THIS DIMENSION, was the true and absolute heart of all of the things going on in my life, ever since very early childhood. I STAND CORRECTED BY MY OWN SELF, and the life circumstances that reared their ugly damn head for many decades, eventually bringing me to the new and revised conclusions that this philosophy and idea is only half correct. Great folks; if I do not say that the entire fifth dimensional hyperspace of MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY ATLANTIC CITY'S are not all commingled and interconnected into all of this, then I LIE TO MYSELF, and then as a result, to everyone else that I ever address, regarding my life story, unfortunately. What made me finally see this truth once and for all just yesterday, Monday the 24th of March? Well, laugh or cry, or do whatever you wish as you read these words, anyone out there; but I can thank that horrible monster we all call the Corona Virus, Strain Identification #19. No, I won't go into the details to how this all fits so incredibly together, at least not right now; but there is a little time for me to discuss a few opening details of all of these revised concepts. Since the change of many things, along with calendar numbers, every ten years fits a lot into these relatively new ideas, I will first go on to discuss this a little bit more. Maybe some of you can relate, and maybe some do not relate, so I'll only tell a tiny bit about my own life but I'll also add in major changing events in the world as the decades changed. First, they did not all happen on the dot of New Years day of each new decade, but the change cannot be ignored even though it may be off a little bit here and there, even by several months. I was born in 1954. In 1960, my dad was about to start a job as a mobile home salesman in Allentown, Pennsylvania. When he got his position through his pal Mister Herb Moyer, he and my mom and me all moved to the neighboring area called Quakertown, and lived in one of the trailers that another friend of my dad, a Quakertown farmer who owned a lot of acreage and planted cornfields everywhere; allowed him to place the mobile home on, and I went on to begin my present persona-life as the current-me physically, in a very unusual connection and communication with a nature force that we all call “LIGHTNING”. Needless to say as the following decade-change came, incredible things appeared to be all happening that seemingly has to this day still beyond inconceivable connections with this nature force. Move to the decade after that one where I move into Robin Hill #1802 and we need not even go there to fulfill my point. Then we move to the nineties decade. Not only is the 'LOIS FOCA' song, part of a prediction into this time period that was even completely fulfilled by the hurricane named HUGO with the Atlantic City streets all filled with debris; but Paula King at this time, was already doing some wild things that I was unaware of; and she was the one whom I saw in that unfathomable DREAM, right outside the Frailenger's Salt Water Taffy Store on Tennessee Avenue. Then in 2000 came the great Billy Harner MUSICAL PROJECT that was all about SARAH. 2010 speaks for itself with the great kidnapping of poor little me, by that nightmare FAMILY OF WASHCLOTHS AND HOLLISTER'S. 2020, well, we are not even going to go here today, oh great ladies and gentleman out here!!!!!!!!!









Now 1997 as well as the short time era before it and after it, is a whole other matter of course. This was the year my mother was turned into a zombie on the day after Christmas. It was the year of that magical day of 12 JULY on 10-SC AVENUE in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. It was the year of the great TIME TRIP WITH MAGIC SHOE BOX FUTURE TABLET DEVICES. It was the year that I remembered for th every first time that on the ASTRAL-PLANE of true existence, I AM RICTAFARIUS, and I live in Ricktown with Lightning Goddess DIANA, along Astral-Highway or (LINELANE) #9910, and am here dreaming that I am inside of a physical shell-body going by the identity and name of Mark Wayne Mohr. It is the year that I met Robert McGuire, after having that horrendous wild hexagram throw on PEARL HARBOR DAY in 1996, and being given the DELIVERENCE HEXAGRAM. It is the year that after meeting that horrible monster psychic of Glendora, Mizz Paula Uwich that major damn things of a totally psychic type of nature, started happening to me. But in all of this and still lots more, we are only going to focus on one of them on this blog, and that being, the day I came out of that wild DREAM on the late morning of the 12th of July, and ended up in Atlantic City, on Tennessee Avenue, and seeing PAULA KING, who I hadn't seen in nearly three full decades since the time we all were on a public transit bus late on the night of 12 July in 1970. Yes, the separation in time was the electrical number amount of years, from 1970 until 1997, and right to the very day. There are 365 and a quarter days to a year, so what are the odds of that, but one to three-hundred-sixty-five for crying out mother fucking loud, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAULA KING JUNIOR

FROM SOMWHERE IN UNFATHOMABLE 5th DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE. WEEEEEEEE!!!





Cut me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!



JULY 1969

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



1 2 3 4 5-----WEEK 0

6 7 8 9 10 11 12----WEEK 1

13 14 15 16 17 18 19----WEEK 2

20 21 22 23 24 25 26----WEEK 3

27 28 29 30 31



AUGUST 1969

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

1 2----WEEK 4

3 4 5 6 7 8 9----WEEK 5

10 11 12 13 14 15 16---WEEK 6

17 18 19 20 21 22 23---WEEK 7

24 25 26 27 28 29 30---WEEK 8

31


SEPTEMBER 1969

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

1 2 3 4 5 6-----WEEK 9

7 8 9 10 11 12 13----WEEK 10

14 15 16 17 18 19 20----WEEK 11

21 22 23 24 25 26 27----WEEK 12

28 29 30



OCTOBER 1969

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

1 2 3 4--------WEEK 13

5 6 7 8 9 10 11-------WEEK 14

12 13 14 15 16 17 18-------WEEK 15

19 20 21 22 23 24 25-------WEEK 16

26 27 28 29 30 31



NOVEMBER 1969

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

1--------WEEK 17

2 3 4 5 6 7 8--------WEEK 18

9 10 11 12 13 14 15-------WEEK 19

16 17 18 19 20 21 22-------WEEK 20

23 24 25 26 27 28 29-------WEEK 21

30



DECEMBER 1969

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

1 2 3 4 5 6----------WEEK 22

7 8 9 10 11 12 13---------WEEK 23

14 15 16 17 18 19 20---------WEEK 24

21 22 23 24 25 26 27---------WEEK 25

28 29 30 31



JANUARY 1970

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

1 2 3-----------WEEK 26

4 5 6 7 8 9 10----------WEEK 27

11 12 13 14 15 16 17----------WEEK 28

18 19 20 21 22 23 24----------WEEK 29

25 26 27 28 29 30 31----------WEEK 30







FEBRUARY 1970

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

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

8 9 10 11 12 13 14-----------WEEK 32

15 16 17 18 19 20 21-----------WEEK 33

22 23 24 25 26 27 28-----------WEEK 34



MARCH 1970

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

1 2 3 4 5 6 7-------------WEEK 35

8 9 10 11 12 13 14------------WEEK 36

15 16 17 18 19 20 21------------WEEK 37

22 23 24 25 26 27 28------------WEEK 38

29 30 31













Okay the gloves are coming off since these persecutors won't quit fucking the hell with me. I know for a fact that if I can talk to lovely Patricia Hollister, I will get many of the answers that I need. I am GOING TO FUCKING HIRE A PRIVATE DETECTIVE, and if I have to mother fucking literally rob a bank to afford it, then so be it, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











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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HERE IS THE PREDICTION ON THE DOW JONES UNLESS I CAN GET THIS MONSTER ASS HORRENDOUS FUCKING SHIT BACKED OFF OF ME BY MY HORRIBLE PEOPLE, FAMILY, THE EW, THE WOMO-MILITUFORCE, FORTUNE-500, AND IN TRUTH, THIS IS NOT A PILE OF SEPARATE SHIT, IT'S ALL ONE AND THE SAME MESSY DIRTY INFECTED FUCKING WASHCLOTH FROM HELL, AND I INDEED DO NEED TO WASH MY HANDS! But in 2020, hand washing will be a whole lot more urgent and relevantly significant as well!





THE MARKETS WILL BE TRADING AT THESE POINTS, FOLKS, I PROMISE YOU.



END OF NEXT WEEK, 16,000 POINTS

END OF THIS YEAR, 17,000 POINTS

BY SPRING OF 2014, 20,000 POINTS

BY THE END OF 2014, 30,000 POINTS



TAKE THIS TO THE FUCKING CUNT BANK!



THESE FUCKING DIRT BAG NABES HAVE LOUDLY BEEN SLAMMING AGAIN, AND IT IS BACK AT FULL PACE, AFTER BEING STOPPED FOR A WHILE; AND I HAVE TOLD DEBBIE. TOMORROW, I WILL GO AND TELL THE FUCKING SHERIFF, ALL ABOUT THESE DRUGS UOP IN HERE, MY AUTO DAMAGE EARLIER THIS YEAR FROM THEM; AND ALL OF THIS ILLEGAL AND CRUDE AFTER HOURS BEHAVIOR; THAT NEVER GETS THEM EVICTED; AND IT IS NOT RIGHT.











SEE YOU ON MONDAY, SHERIFF, MY PAL. I NEED YOUR HELP FUCKING STATE POLICE, LOCAL PEEDEE, FBI, AND ANYONE ELSE FROM PAM BONDI THE FLORIDA-AG, TO LOCAL CONGRESS PERSONS. PLEASE PLEASE FREAKING HELP ME, THEY ARE MURDERING FUCKING ME, and they'll get away with it. They murdered my mother, my best friend, his mother, Dawn King after she was more dangerous than useful to the TAWF, and I AM NEXT ON THE WARREN-BOO LIST, SHERIFF KM, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!



MY HANDS WILL BE WASHED IN 24 HOURS, YO!



GO WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 2



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Well, for two straight geeks and weeks, they have put me through a living shit-hell!!!!!!!!! Everyday this month is off the scale super botbar and super high Calliotammic as I refer 2 it as!!!!!!!!!! Computer is acting very weird also, and I will not B making a long blog, but it is the sworn duty to every officer of the court in this wicked and evil 'natio nation ratio ration', to avenge my MAJOR DEATH AND MURDER, AS I HAVE INDEED BEEN MURDERED BY THESE WICKED AND EVIL PEOPLE, mentioned in all dying utterances and declarations on all and any of my prior web-logging. Motorcycle trash R major bad, as they were 4 me back last Sunday, forgot 2 mention this on the post-weekend blogs, and last night my home theater was hit again on several occasions, the mono side cut out attack, and the deactivation of a VCR machine on several occasions when on. Health attacks, road attacks, being followed and threatened and violated, and the list reads like a who’s who in the “India Poverty Registry”, sorry Kali my love. I am despised 4 daring 2 B so madly in love with this fantastic great all mighty being, by our down-line perspective Aniwho.

I really was stupid and humanly innocent enough 2 believe that the guard we will call [Bearded Bob] for now and in future reference, when I am referring 2 the next-door property site of the post that I pull guard duty at on weekends, came over after ignoring me for two months, and deliberately tried to hack my mind. If I listened, what a damn fool I would B, as he also is convinced in the reality of those existing will get 2 experience oblivion and nirvana, same diff. I know 4 a fact that this is not true, as would anyone who would do precisely what I am about to tell, for the um-teenth time, just to make a more emphatic point. Try 2 understand something rapies and germios. If a bizarre set of esoteric coincidences were not directly in charge of directing a gargantuan plot on a cold December night into early morning, back in the year of 1969, my entire life, would B on such a totally different course, not only would none of these blogs B here, but internet and today’s world and this new age would not B. Complex pieces in a cosmic equation include Reagan being shot by Hinckley, and living verses dying, as in many hyperspaces, he lived, and in many he did not live, and also the great Lottery Cat would never have revealed himself 2 me, nor would lightning, nor through her, her cousin, Sarah-Stacey. Lois Foca, the song would not B in the US © office in Washington, DC, nor would any song I wrote ever, nor would they ever had been written, nor would I ever had been employed at the world renown Recorded Publication Sound Recording Studio. Never would Donna Summer have done her version of HAIR, musically, and HSM does indeed with no jokes meant, stand 4 both HYPERSPACE-ME’S AND HIGH SCHOOL MUSICALS, Doctor Margaret, of the Institute 4 Medical Research, Doctor Coryell. His and Her Majesty owned many a ship also, throughout many of my long centuries of existing in your mortal world HELL!!!!!!!! Another HSM, wow, ain’t there lots and lots ofem????????????????? Russell Thaxton U must understand, ON A SCHOOL NIGHT, rang my apartment door bell at one o’clock in the freaking morning, and if my mom had not been out on a date with Mr. Crown that night, both of us would have gotten what U all call in this weird modern, can’t obey the bible and hit your kids world, a time out so long that it would encircle the galaxy and then spin off into intergalactic deeper spaces. Don’t Fornication Upon Consent of King-ing Godsdamn laugh, this shit ain’t funny. Major aerial harassment is also ongoing; as I speak a loud roof scrapper is violating my civil rights and those of Mr. Himacane’s. This air siege is finally today, picking up what I call a major lapse in ‘pussy-command’. It has been very low based on a parallel event that brings it higher and higher up, the more the air siege without any let up continues 2 occur!!!!!!!!!! I literally, could have said hi 2 10 luscious young cakes around 25-35 and had my way with them, the way some were eyeballing me, I think I would honest to the gods been raped if I had been alone somewhere, and they were in one bunched up gang. Two of them in a food store in Stratford, NJUSAESMWG literally wanted to pinch my ass, to me this is all disgusting, I am old school, but my hearing is not failing nor fooling me, I heard what I heard, and saw them out of the corner of my eye, while bending down to get some tuna fish placed on a low shelf in the store. Think about what I could do to this EVIL EMPIRE, on any given day when so much of there siege results in this major freaking heightened PUSSY-COMMAND!!!!!!!!! I know that all of this sounds nasty, but we cannot always B as Tommy Roe polite when explaining things pertaining 2 so much gods awful wickedness and demonic activity. It amazes me that I can only talk to the future, but thank the gods, that U at least R listening 2 me, and THIS IS ‘ROCK’ THE GREAT’S, STAR TREK EQUATION, AS HE IS CRUSHING POOR SHATNER HALF 2 DEATH, with the emphasis of an emotional Hercules, that “THEY” absofuckinglutely knew that I would realize later if not SOONER, that who cares whether or not anyone is listening to me today? The unborn can hear me right now on the fourth dimension, thanx to the reality of distance delay teck or as it is called in the future DDT2, almost in fun, so it never can B wrongfully confused with the original DDT pesticides of the middle 20th century. No Bearded Bob, I am not trying 2 convince present day populations of shit anymore, my common sense eventually kicked in, nut smart as UR Mr. Chemical Engineer by week day and guard by week end, U know nothing about astrophysics nor the general and special relativity equations postulated by a good friend of my dad’s, My Einstein. Y won’t U send back some pop-ups 2 help me out of this nightmare, World Lab? Is it not strange and wildly weirdly coincidental that those tow friends of Sarah, Paula and Nina, R in this time period or a later one, into the more humane networks of society? Yeah, I search on Google two Sabrina; everybody does Except President Hopeful Branch. Anyone that does not C the wild coincidences and far out cousinly stories all taking form, has never Goggled up this entire story that I have been telling 4 close 2 two mortal world Earth annual periods, [years]. Godda freaking admit, it is a bit fantastic, am I really so wrong?????????

Well, I sent my 2 grand 2 the E-Trade and opened my account 2 days ago, and started with 2 long positions on the Dow Index Futures, and this means a profit of 200 bucks per every one hundred points that it climbs, so harass me all U fucking want 2 ya filthy pricky bastard toilet-seat-rockers!!!!!!!!!! Since the air shit won’t quit, fine and dandy mommy jumpers, as I speak a super low pass again, and planes both small and large, civilian and military, small but nasty kemtrails R back, loud jets and choppers as well, plus all that nice pussy-action!!!!!!!! Utility attacks, computer Lattisaw jack hack attacks, home theater and other devices weirdly manipulated under the total control of the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Yeah, guess it was my destiny 2B surrounded one way or another with Stacey’s, as even my landlady’s college daughter is a STACEY, and spelled with the [E], the way the Almighty spells her name. Go ahead plane, crash right the fuck in front of the trailer park. WHERE THE FUCK IS MULLICA TOWNSHIP POLICE and the NEW JERSEY STATE POLICE, when your constitutional and civil rights R getting totally wiped and whacked!!!!!???????????? I plan 2 take advantage of the pussy command, and get a string of luscious girlfriends as well, so Mizz Benitar, just keep hittin’ me with your best fucking shot; U just ga’hed and freaking fire away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hello to the future, screw back here in the time period where I am living. I know all about the King-Soifer World Lab, and I in the year 2301 jump out of a sky-car 2 my death, after I get kidnapped in Brigantine, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, this universe and hyperspace catalog as of time and date printed at top of this web logging report datfile. Officially, this is datfile 00001, and no matter what blog title or number that supersedes this one, each one will now become DATFILE 2, 3, 4 and continue 2 proceed upwards in chronological order. Chronis himself came to Brigantine in PLAYFIELD JZPXTEY-2953687, under the name in this datfile game, of Zuudlochronus, in some of my website docs and blogs on other non-site locations, I refer to the differences in spelling only 4 the record, that astrally HE sometimes spells his name with and sometimes without the English letter of [N]. Thank U for almost wrecking this horrible town a while back with SUNMAG. I need lots more natural disasters, floods, hurricanes which 4 two seasons have been blocked by Briggbase enemies using ANTIMAGNETICSOUNDMACHINE TECK, tornadic activity, volcanic activity, and tectonic platasonics, and water displacement balance teck, THANK U. I definitely need major help, this video game set to AVM is unfair and I challenge it on a 29-TFWPCG official level. Within a few months, a 16000 + DJIA Stock Market System will B there, just as I said that it will, as everything I say comes true, in every shade of black and blue, and still I wait 4 them 2 state, that I am here, Mizz Kirshty. U all know out in 2301 that Russ Thax came over in this video game set on AUDIO/VIDEO/MATERIAL-full trace laser scan, [FTLS] and that the first move was having Misses Goodfellow 6-D-influenced or SDI, 2 get horny and rape him, committing the heinous act of child abuse, endangerment, and contributing 2 the delinquency of a minor. Then move 2 was to SDI him to find the unopened fifth of straight Vodka, open it, and drink it all down in his room, the Ross Midnight Action was now further embarking. Then, since he knew we would both B literally floor wiped by my baseball bicep mom if caught together at 1 AM on a school night, or any night, he was in move three of VG-AVM SDI’d to come over with some strange ‘knowing’ that my mom would just happen 2B out on a date with boyfriend-Sid. Then move 4, as the RMA, or the Ross Midnight Action continued 2 progress and ensue, he SDI’s me 2 burn the remaining half of the magical contents of the locked ‘sea chest’ appearing box, in my bedroom apartment closet, in that early hour in early middish December in 1969-AD, in New Jersey, USAWSMWG. Now the super wowish RMA, remember from PB, the song Diana Ross had in 1985 called CHAIN REACTION, and what was the other object that was in the box B4 the great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah took it out of there both physically and astrally, but THE CHAIN, given 2 me by John Henningsen, given 2 me by a mister Hans Worshing from the Philadelphia Boys Club and the Big Brother’s Association of America. 2301, U all know my complete story back here in what U perceive as your past, but I am real here on a 3 dimensional plane, and just because more than 29 decades separates us in photonic distance, it is the same space on the fourth dimension. IC that all of the Google system now fits into your grand scheme of all of this, right down to this AVM DATFILE GAME 4, and includes all that I have been put through and experimented with. Now, I ask for a RELIEF-CLAUS, under the ACT OF UNUSUAL PRIORLIFERS DISCOVERIES or the Relcla of the UPD ACT, THANK U!!!!!!!!! I will now send back all of my material to all of the times to the United States Library of Congress for official ©. I demand a GAME OVER, please make papers appear in the 1990’s about this video game and Sarah Krassle. Thank U 4 compliance under the UPD Act.



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"Varo Edition"

THE CASE FOR THE

UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECT
BY M. K. JESSUP

Transcribed by The Quantum Future Group Castelnau-Barbarens, France 2003

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THE CASE FOR THE UFO Unidentified Flying Objects By M.K. Jessup

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PREFACE

On the evening of April 20, 1959, an astronomer committed suicide in Dade County Park, Florida. Inhaling automobile exhaust fumes, which he had introduced from the tail pipe through a hose into his station wagon, he died in the same academic obscurity in which he had lived, unheralded and almost unrecognized in his discipline. Ironically, the scientist’s only public recognition had come from lay people, who had read his series of four books about unidentified flying objects. Morris K. Jessup’s first book, The Case For the UFO, had tended to alienate him from his colleagues, though it came and went with relatively few sales. Its publisher sold it off to second-hand bookstores at $1.00 each. Today it brings $25.00 or better per copy, if you can find one. It was a paperback edition of the same book, published in 1955 by Bantam Books that enmeshed Jessup in one of the most bizarre mysteries in UFO history. An annotated reprint of the paperback was laboriously typed out on offset stencils and printed in a very small run by a Garland, Texas manufacturing company which produced equipment for the military. Each page was run through the small office duplicator twice, once with black ink for the regular text of the book, then once again with red ink, the latter reproducing the mysterious annotations by three men, who may have been gypsies, hoaxters, or space people living among men. The spiral bound 8 ½” X 11” volume, containing more that 200 pages, became known as The Annotated Edition. The reprint quickly became legend. A few civilian UFO enthusiasts claimed to have seen copies, and it was rumored that a few close associates of the late Mr. Jessup possessed copies. Many people claimed it simply had never existed. Because you are now holding a virtually exact facsimile of The Annotated Edition in your hands, it is most obvious that the book existed. But the big mystery still remains: why did a Government contractor go to so much trouble to reprint a book that had been rejected by the scientific community, and further to include mysterious letters to the author and even more bizarre annotations? And with this mystery goes the suspicion that the book may have been printed by the manufacturer at the request of the military, which implies Government interest in some of the weirdest aspects of “Flying Saucer” study.

Jessup’s Background Not much detail is known of Jessup’s life before he emerged as one of the early writers on UFOs, mainly because nobody has taken the trouble to do the needed research. Probably the most that Ufology knows about him prior to his involvement with flying saucers is contained on the jacket flap of his first book. He is described as having been an instructor in astronomy and mathematics at the University of Michigan and Drake University. The Jacket copy also notes that Jessup completed his thesis for the doctorate degree in astro-physics at the University of Michigan, though it does not state whether on not he was awarded the actual degree. In the academic business, usually the thesis is the thing that comes

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last, and is the final step in the awarding of the doctorate degree. Sometimes these doctoral candidates are deferentially called “Doctor” by their associates, though it cannot be used officially by them. T his would seem to be the case of Jessup, who was often addressed as “Dr. Jessup”, but who never used the title in correspondence, nor on the covers or title pages of his four books. Very likely Jessup was never actually awarded the degree. Apparently, his thesis consisted of a report on his research program which (again according to the book jacket) resulted in several thousand discoveries of physical double-stars “which are now uncatalogued in the Memoirs of the Royal Astronomical Society of London”. The short biography also lists other important research activities by Jessup. It indicates that he was assigned by the United State Department of Agriculture to study the sources of crude rubber in the headwaters of the Amazon, though no date is given. He made archeological studies of the Maya in the jungles of Central America for the Carnegie Institute of Washington. Without identifying the source of sponsorship or financing, the jacket states that he explored Inca ruins in Peru, and concluded that the stonework he found there had been “erected by the levitating power of space ships in antediluvian times”. Also: “Mr. Jessup’s latest explorations have taken him to the high plateau of Mexico where he has discovered an extensive group of craters. They are as large as, and similar to, the mysterious lunar craters Linne and Hyginus N, and he believes them to have been made by objects from space. They are presently under study by means of aerial photography and the study will be ready for publication in approximately eighteen months”. Apparently the further exploration of the craters was never carried out. According to James W. Moseley, former publisher of Saucer News, Jessup sought university, foundation and private sponsorship of the project, but was unsuccessful in gaining sufficient interest and funds. The Allende Letters The mystery of the annotated paperback edition of The Case for the UFO was preceded by a series of strange letters from Carlos Miguel Allende addressed to Jessup. Two of these, reproduced as part of the Annotated Edition, appear in the following pages. The letters claimed that as a result of a strange experiment at sea utilizing principles of Einstein’s Unified Field Theory, a destroyer and all its crew became invisible during October, 1943. “The Field was effective in an oblate spheroidal shape,” Allende wrote. He added that “any person within that sphere became vague in form, and that as a result of the experiment some of the crew went insane. Further horrifying aspects of the alleged experiment are detailed in the two letters (See Appendix). The Allende letters became connected with The Annotated Edition when the Varo Manufacturing Company evidently got in touch with Jessup in regard to the latter. Varo’s unusual involvement in the mystery began a few months after February 1956, In April of that year Admiral N. Furth, Chief of the Office of Naval Research, Washington D.C., received a manila envelope postmarked Seminole, a small town in Texas. Written across its face was the notation “Happy Easter”. When Furth opened the envelope he found a copy of the Jessup paperback. We are not certain of Furth’s reactions, but we can assume that he thumbed through the book and that his interest was piqued by a series of notes, interjections, underscorings, etc., in three colors of ink, apparently written by three different people. Only the name of one of the authors of the annotations appeared in the notes, that of “Jemi”. The paperback had apparently been passed through the hands of the strange annotators several times. This conclusion could be drawn from the fact that the notes indicated discussions between two or all three of the men, with questions answered, and places where parts of a note had been marked through, underlined, or added to by one or both of the other men. Some had been deleted by marking through. The notes had a tone of absolute weirdness. Sometimes they agreed with Jessup’s original text; sometimes they contradicted it, as they referred to two types of people living in space. They specified two habitats for the space people: underseas, and what they termed the “stasis neutral”, the latter term apparently in agreement with Jessup’s exposition on points of neutral gravity in space. They mentioned the building of undersea cities and identified two groups of spacemen, “L-M’s” and “S-M’s”. The “L-M’s” were designated as peaceful, the “S-M’s” as sinister.







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