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MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
SUNDAY,
MAY 17, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
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Another
thing that peeps who have huge vested interests and agendas about and
with that concerns not believing in so-called invisible/supernatural
stuff such as what has surrounded the Mountainpen, ever since he was
born as Mark Wayne Mohr, back on 4 December of 1954 at 9:30, on that
Saturday DAY-OF-WOE (SATURDAY'S
CHILD) as spoken of in the great old wise fairy-tales morning;
would be the two hugest and most quintessentially powerful psychic
experiences that I have had, after we dismiss dozens of other smaller
ones such as the German Shepard Dog named Roger on the Quakertown,
PAUSAESMWG Farm owned by Mister Harold Shat, and without the Captain
Kirk second syllable of 'NER', when this dog who literally wanted to
have for dinner that day while I was splaying near the mobile home at
the age of about six years there, up high on the hill and centered
smack dab fully in-between virtually endless acres of cornfields as
well as not yet realized dreams of Sir Kevin Costner, and so much
more, yo; but that time where I did not perceive the dog near me
ready to take me apart, yet suddenly began running for the mobile
home with that monster animal right behind me and fantasizing about
the taste of my blood. No we won't include that or dozens of other
similar psychic experiences here, but rather will be concentrating on
the two greatest ones, at least in my humble opinion
(IMHO)!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Those are none other than the wild dream shortly
after another wild dream, perhaps two or three or four months
somewhere in there, after the 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS' or 'LOIS FOCA'
SONG experience, in the 1980 year. I speak here of the 'other dream'
where I found myself on a bus in Pennsylvania somewhere with a heavy
set lady with a weird very large black cat that was sitting right on
her lap, who was able to speak in ENGLISH verbiage of Earthy-Planet
translation. Before I even tried to pet him, he meowed at me and then
suddenly in a similar 'meow sound', I could hear the words as plain
as daylight magnified from a mountain top, “DIE, DIE, DIE”! That
is when I then responded to the lady in that wild and totally
outlandish dream, “Your cat is telling me to die”! She then
responded back to me with, “No he isn't telling you to die but
rather he is giving you the number that will come out later today in
the Pennsylvania Lottery's PICK-3 outcome”. I stared at her and
then at her cat, and then the bus stopped and we all got off at some
local neighborhood type of bar that was situated somewhere either in
the outskirts of Philadelphia, or some area that was not too far away
from there. She got off the bus still holding her cat, and then I
followed her as I wanted to learn more. We entered the bar and we
both sat down, and all bars even back then had TV-sets playing in the
room usually on the wall over the inside of the bar where the
bartenders only would be. It was almost seven in the evening as we
both sat down at the bar, and I instantly observed the ending of the
World News on the Philadelphia Network station that always carried
the Pennsylvania Lottery Outcome before beginning the programming for
the seven of the clock television schedule. Sure enough, on came the
old farts who always spun the bucket for getting the outcome numbers,
and the number came out 4-9-5. I told the lady to look up and see it
just as it was happening, and then she told me, “Always remember
that the cat knows the 3-DIGIT Lottery Pick-It result, but only for
the Pennsylvania Lottery, and also that it may come out STRAIGHT or
it also may come out BOXED. She used the words of 'scrambled up' then
in the dream, as then in waking life, the term of BOXED would have
been quite meaningless to me since I was not a lottery player, and I
would not have known what she was talking about is she had used that
term. But sure enough that was where the dream seemed to end, and
later on that day after driving to my job at the RPL Sound Recording
Studio in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, I went to take an early lunch-break
from 6:45 until 7:15 rather than the normal break time of 9:00 until
9:30, since my night-boss Mister Don Cialoni did not care when I took
it as long as it was a thirty minute break and I punched out and back
in on the time clock as the rest of Joann's
“NIGHT SHIFT”
did as well!!!!!!!!!!!!! I nearly shit myself when the middle of my
break with the Lobby-TV-Set on and me right there eating my lunch at
one of the table and seating areas, the Lottery Results came on and
those old farts, NOW MY AGE I SUPPOSE, came on and the number ended
up as 5-9-4, or the BOXED predicted number of 4-9-5. Now how and what
is behind the originally predicted number of 4-9-5 is another part to
this beyond fucking amazing story on steroids. The lady told me that
the words meowed by her magical cat, were always going to correspond
with ther alphabet letters and their arrangement in chronological
order, such as 'A' letter being the number 1 letter off the alphabet,
the 'B' letter being the number 2 letter off the alphabet, all the
way to the final 'Z' letter being the number 26th letter
off the alphabet so that the word meowed at me on that bus, of 'DIE',
or 'D-I-E', was really a 4-9-5 prediction for that day's results of
the Pennsylvania Lottery's PICK-3 results. And then all BOXED
COMBINATIONS may also be the one that comes out if the straight
number itself does not, so the player with this cat needs to always
buy the non hooker employees 'Joann/a' ticket as 'STRAIGHT AND
BOXED”. So cut me a break here willya' Mizz Leo WOMO Margie, and
all lovely MO's everywhere, PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE!!!!!!! Now, let us
go the powerhouse psychic experience that totally tops the number 2
one just discussed here, me' great folks and BLOGAUDIANS! I speak of
waking from another absurd and crazy ass dream in the spring time in
the year of 1970 somewhere, while residing at the Dellway Arms
Apartments on Oakland Avenue in Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG, Apartment #O-15,
which incidentally, speaking of WILD JAMES REDFIELD SYNCHRONICITY
SYNDROMES AS WELL AS MAGICAL AND INCREDIBLE HUGE BLACK CATS NAMED
GAWKY GAUKAUK; these apartments had legal mailing addresses that were
operated in the precise manner as the magical black cat's lottery
picking system, that many decades later on will come to be known by
the MOUNTAINPEN as the GAWNUM, short for Gawky's Numerology. Now
there is nothing new about this type of occult-numerological science,
and it has most definitely been around for centuries, and I know that
for sure, but you're all free to fact check me on this, and as always
I love it when you do these things and then come to prove me correct
and see for yourselves that I am not ever making up crazy stories
here that are based on either deluded insanity or motives of a
spurious and negative nature for purposes of furthering my own
agendas. PLEASE FOLKS,ALWAYS FACT CHECK THINGS THAT I SAY IF YOU ARE
NOT ALREADY POCESSING KNOWLEDGE THAT I AM SPEAKING ABSOLUTE TRUTHS IN
THIS MORIANITY BOM-BLOG, PLEEEEEEEEEEEZE!!! So moving along with this
now great peeps, I was living at 1802 Robin Hill during the wild
dream with the magical black cat who later on in other following
dreams admitted his name to me while in the Carriage Lamp Apartments
in the year of 1976 and after sticking a walkie-talkie antenna into
an outlet that I thought then in my total fuckign sacked out
ignorance was a radio antenna that might amplify the walkie-talkie
but rather was a 220 volt air conditioner bedroom receptical, and I
ended up Astrally for a while with Professor Gaukauk of the great
Olympian Province's TECK BAY Mystery School, where he is
Head-Master-Controller as they label it there in Purgatory, and he
had then cut me into little pieces and told me I would wake back up
now on the mortal world in my bedroom at the apartment there, and
sure enough, I did, and scared out of my wits at the tender age of 22
years. But this second experience concerning the great Astral
Professor who dreams here as a powerful and extra large black tomcat,
in many parallel universe locales accessible of course only through
and by way of DREAMS since we are talking about 5th
dimensional fabric of the hyperspace. But before I ever knew Gawky
the magical cat or Professor of Purgatory's great Teck Bay Mystery
School, I had placed anad in the 'situations wanted' section of the
Press of Atlantic City, saying that I was looking for summer work for
room and board, and that is when Tom Reale answered the ad, and the
rest you all know about by now I'm quite sure, as that child
molesting scumbag answered it, and indeed molested me in 1970; but
before I even placed this ad in the paper by at least two months or
so, early in the 1970 year, and at the Dellway Arms CHAIN-STOLEN
SARAH KRASSLE Apartment; I had fallen asleep one night early, around
just shy of ten, and was feeling just exactly as I did last night, a
bit under the weather, or perhaps under the tunnels of
Lindenwold-Liverpool; huh Mister Educator Cooley Hall Count
Vonrussell Marcucci, sir???????????? When I had fallen asleep, my
mom's boyfriend, Mister Sidney 'Cohen' Crown, was in the apartment
with my mom; and then when I woke up around one or so in the morning,
he was still there, as when he visited, he would normally stay until
around two or so. I remember all of this more clearly than I can see
my hands in front of me right now, typing on these little black
fucking computer keys, yo!!!!!!!!! I sprung out of bed and I insisted
on telling my 'super bizarre dream' to my mom, only I did not word it
like that at all. To me, it was not a dream. To
me, IT WAS ABSOLUTELY REAL, AND IT
FUCKING HAPPENED, and I got more
angry and frustrated when I kept trying to tell my mom my address
where I would be staying at in the coming summer time.
Remember that at this point, I hadn't yet even placed an ad in the
'situations wanted' part of the newspaper. This was still out into
the photon projection of the eternal now, or you would all say, in
the future. I continued getting more and more anxious and insisted
that I was giving my mother my address where I will be staying. After
about five to ten minutes of this, I, standing fully upright, began
waking up, as I came to see that even as I was telling my mother this
with her boyfriend sort of glaring at me, and wondering what looney
bin that I had just fucking escaped from; I was actually WAKING UP
ON MY FEET, and then I realized that indeed, my mom was telling me
both while awake, AND WHILE STANDING THERE UPRIGHT AND COMPLETELY
ASLEEP; that I was DREAMING, and she was actually shaking me to wake
me up after several minutes of realizing this terrible trance that I
seemingly was frozen into. Also
now, remember that Mizz Hollister had naut yet shared her
magical FASCITAR INFO
with me yet through her wild and unobtrusively done
stunt that she managed to pull from the office where both she and me'
mom were working in those days in Philadelphia, at the 3 Penn Center
Plaza Building on Market Street and 15th Street, yo yo yo
yo yo yo!!!!! That was all three to four years away from the eternal
now's Photon-Projection, unless me' current eternal now's
Photon-Memory system is letting me down, and I found THAT to be
hardly fucking ass likely, yo yo yo yo!!!!
Now
kind and unkind BLOGAUDIANS out here, whichever class ye' may be in;
permit, grant, and allow me pweeeeeeeeeeze to share this next major
part of that wild TOP #! PSYCHIC EXPERIENCE with 'challs' here, yo
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was not one bit familiar with
anything south of Southern area Atlantic City in the springtime days
of 1970, and after about ten blocks or so south, and past the great
Rotunda Monument, where the Black Horse Pike then begins heading
westerly into the inland world and away from the Jersey Seashore; I
only knew was called the town of non-JRSS
'ventilator Ventnor', and beyond that, the town of Margate,
and then the town of Longport. Then beyond this was the great bridge,
over to the one and only Ocean City, New Jersey, USAESMWG! Now I had
ridden bicycles up on the boardwalk all the way to the end somewhere
in southern Margate, but I did not have any occasion to ever go off
of it, and then venture westerly into the neighborhoods of those
towns. But in this wild 'DREAM' where I was living already that
future summer in Ventnor, I remember with complete accuracy how it
did indeed match the exact place where child molester (chill-mo)
Mister Thomas J. Reale had indeed taken me after answering my ad in
the newspaper and driving me down there after picking me up that
night at the Oaklyn Chain-Stolen apartment called, “Dellway Arms”!
The hotel at the beach was the same structure and exact color, and it
was called the SANDS HOTEL. To this day, whether it had any
connections to the much later future time casino-days, 'Sands Hotel
and Casino' that was built in Central Atlantic City; is anybody's
“BEST GUEST GUESS”, although
as the great and globally famous expression would indeed be quite
apropos here, “GOD (ESS) ONLY
KNOWS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, the hotel, the area, it all was
the exact same and it all matched the dream 100 mother fucking
percent, yo yo yo y yo BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Hey don't complain lovely
SSJKK, you gave me my sense of humor as
you gave me and everyone else all of what we have as well for crying
out louder than endless groupations of LOUDSPEAKERS!!!!!!!! SO
WEEEEEEEEEEEE oh mighty wonderful great powerhouse, Sir
Shoeknockeroutter Chester-Frank!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
before resuming me' train of thought here and exposing some truly
fucking powerful agendas of the PWERFUL-PEOPLE of the Scott
Ransom-Tod Realty-1988 Club of ALL GREAT BUGGED UP CONVERSATIONS
everywhere; I tried changing channels on my COMCAST-TV-SYSTEM at
exactly 4:44 non Harlem Addresses Post Meridian, and when nothing
happened and I was then totally frozen up, I observed a totally black
color where it should be BRIGHT BLUE, that little line area on my
COMCAST MODEM or whatever they
call it. This all happened in a perdy dern mother fucking wild JAMES
REDFIELD
SYNCHRONICITY
SYNDROME
(JRSS) TYPE OF WAY, as I was switching back and forth from the
afternoon CNN broadcast, to the LAW & ORDER Show on the
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-CHANNEL, and
the episode of that 3-PART Hollywood crap is airing, and on this 3rd
and final episode, the date shows up as being done on my
great daughter's 27th
birthday, or 3-27-97. But all of this doesn't explain how I am
blogging and watching television at the same time,although I am fully
aware that many peeps in this stupid ass digital new-age do in fact
perform many multitasking actions, still, I DO NAUT, since I know
that the human mind was naut designed to efficiently multitask stuff,
and when we do it, no matter who says otherwise; the efficiency of
what we are doing with all combined projects or actions, drops to a
major place that for me is just absolutely unacceptable, yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo BROADCASTED BRO!!!!
So
heredahelda and yessir Mike Soft Corporation, HERE is the story
behind what is happening today, as I was running a little fucking
experiment in here today with the MILITUFORCE,
as well as their recently newest PAID OFF
ENEMY FOOT SOLDIER, MISTER 605
MEXICO, as I refer to this total barn-house crumb!!!!!!!!
For three days he has blasted his sub-woofers at me ILLEGALLY, or it
should be ILLEGAL 'aniwho', but we all know how the enemies of mine
can make me endlessly suffer with things, and never get any
speakable lasting relief in my entire worthless mother fucking
pathetic and diseased miserable rotten life; and it is all done
completely and totally covertly and secretly, just as the great Sir
Mel Gibson and his lovely co-actress Mizz Julia Roberts, all were
talking about in the nineteen nineties, taxicab drivers, permission
barriers, and so much more all notwithstanding here, on that fabulous
one of ten top movies of the nineteen-nineties, called, “Conspiracy
Theory”! But yes, today would have been number four, where this
assault always begins shortly after three in the afternoon, and then
goes on until somewhere inside of the time window of 4:30 to 4:45 or
so. So I began blogging a good half hour earlier than three of the
clock on this goddamn afternoon just to see if the cycle would
possibly get broken as a result. Sure enough, he came slamming in
somewhere between half past three and just shy of four, and his music
NEVER CAME ON TODAY, and now it is 5:05. I took a short break to eat
a bit of lunch and watch some television as I just told you all
about, and then POOF, the first harassment came with another COMCAST
FREEZE-OUT of me' fucking service, So I unplugged it and plugged it
back in, and it seems to be operational again, but I got back onto
the blog and then told about this most recent M2F action. Hey, even
if not every single thing and or time that “STUFF
HAPPENS”, Paul and MC;
they still totally fucking deserve to be blamed for it, don't you
think????? So SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!! I
heard Mister Mexico-Scum slamming around his apartment for a while as
he does many times, and then all got very quiet. So the 3-DAY cycle
of HELLISHNESS-DOGTOWN-HELL has been broken on this Sunday the 17th
day in mother fucking May of 2020. HA-HA-HA!!!!
Now
before we get way more fully fucking into this
psychic-experiences/supernatural aversion groupations of agenda card
carrying LAMIST Men In Black (MIB) type of covert slimy black
operations types of mysterious goddamn peeps on this Earth-Planet, or
from 'wherever' they truly may indeed be originating from, let us get
into some extremely current events of this day for the endlessly
picked on MOUNTAINPEN!
Somebody
BROKE INTO MY APARTMENT or entered it
ILLEGALLY, and I think that it may have been done just
yesterday, when I went out after Mister Mexico started to blast and
blare his offensive loquacious 'MN' (Music-Noise) at me. Even if
peeps wish to call things like RAP and HIP-HOP art “MUSIC”, I
still further proclaim that when it is heard through the walls of
neighboring apartments and not listened to from the source area or
room where it is actually being played, the world famous Doppler
Effect of sound enters into play, meaning that sound from a distance
or sound that is moving away from its source, gets lower and lower,
just as the opposite is true, and making the sound appear higher and
higher in pitch when it is approaching such as when a train is coming
and the Engineer blows the whistle. If the whistle lasts for several
seconds such as with the first, second, and fourth toot as required
by law to be long toots with the third one being a short toot; but
standing on a platform and hearing the toot as the train is coming at
us, the pitch of the whistle grows higher as the volume also grows
louder. Concentrically when the trail moves away from us if we should
be standing at the station platform, the whistle toot's pitch grows
lower and the volume decreases along with that as well. This is the
LAW of the DOPPLER EFFECT of sound! Now even regular loudspeaker
woofers produce long wavelengths, so as to reproduce the lower end
of the sound spectrum, the deeper basey sounds of vocalists with low
voices as well as the lower octave notes of the musical instruments,
and all the other electrical sounds and effects contained in most
modern era musical pieces. But a SUB-WOOFER is designed to only play
the very lowest wavelengths of the sound spectrum. The good ones cut
off anything much above half a hekka hertz, and they range down as
low as very close to direct current where no vibrations exist or zero
hertz, with the really expensive ones ranging between 15 and 25 CPS
or HZ (Cycles Per Second)(Hertz). Then we get the Doppler Effect
through both distance as well as through the apartment wall, which
further drops the sounds nearly another entire octave, making these
already extremely low frequencies nearly a death weapon at high
enough volume unit levels. Even at eleven bells of sound pressure
level at the music source, it is nowhere near as deep as it is heard
through the wall of a poor neighbor victim of a sub-woofer. The
volume intensity of the sound may drop by three bells or 30
deci-bells (decibels) as it is shortened to in the world of
electronics and sound, but even at 80 decibels or 8 bells of SPL, the
15-25 CPS (Hz) line divides electronically down to about 7-12 Hz.
That extreme low frequency (ELF) even at 8 bells of SPL (Sound
Pressure Level), by nature of the beast is the very beginning of what
could classify as a DEATH WEAPON,
and it can cause not only mood alterations and health problems, but
it can also make people lose control over their bowels, and do other
bad things. So it is all about that extra drop through a wall, and or
with distance, from them that turns the sub-woofer into these
nightmare sounds. As bad as the regular hi-fi woofers were for a
tormented neighbor in an apartment, the difference was day and night.
Even the expensive woofers brought the stereo system to a maximum low
of between 30-50 Hz, with that range varying for the most part on how
much power it was able to take, along with a few other basic
electronic junk that is too complicated to get into. To put it more
in ways that would be easily understood, the cheaper it was, the
closer to the 50 Hz it was, while on the other hand, the more
expensive, the closer to the 30 Hz it was. The higher frequency
sounds that run through the mid-range speaker and tweeter horns, even
at blasting levels, do not make terrible sounds through walls; and
can be blocked out with a neighbor simply turning up their television
or music a little bit, or in my case, turning up my headphone set.
But nothing can block out a heavy booming
fucking sub-woofer through a wall. But let's get back to why I
know that somebody broke into my apartment and AGAIN fucked with me
and vandalized my shit, in total mother fucking violation of both MY
CIVIL AND MY CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS AS A FREE AND
LEEEEEEEEEEEGALLY-BORN DAMN ASS UNITED STATES SHITIZEN (CITIZEN)!!!!
Before
I go on with this, nearly 90,000 mother fuckign American citizens
have now died of this cunt lapping Corona Virus nightmare Global
Pandemic. The actual figures as listed on the great CNN from the
great CDC (Cable Network News)(Center for Disease Control), is as
follows:
AS
OF 4:18 PM ON SUNDAY, 17 MAY, 2020:
GLOBALLY--4,690,287
cases--314,096 dead
NATIONALLY--1,480,873
cases--89,318 dead
Whoever
dropped the ball and let this super-bug get out to this world, should
be put to death agonizingly, in all
parallel universes of Spock's cool beard; huh Sir
Palvo Checkoff? And here is the real fuckign cunt kicker in
all of this, besides seemingly the CDC dropping this totally
HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE goddamn ball: What is causing this endless weird ass
ration between the USA and the rest of this Earth-Planet in so far as
population verses this assault on it by this nightmare germ from
DOGTOWN-BRIGGBASE?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All throughout this dogshit
since it started rearing its beyond fuckign ugly head in America in
very late February somewhere, it has been a 3:1 ratio for us verses
the world. Now if we had roughly one third of the world population,
then the logic to this would be considerably quite clear. BUT, BIG
ASS BUTT and but, kind peeps; our population is nowhere fucking cunt
near one third of the world. Not even mighty fuckign CHAIN-CHINA has
a third of it. We here in america have about a third of a billion
peeps. So if we multiply that by three, we get ONE BILLION. But the
population of the world is somewhere around 7 and one half BILLION
PEEPS, so the oddity factor to this 'ration', with or without any
SORIAN GUARDHOUSE QUESTION REDACTED COPYRIGHT © OFFICE #18 involved
here, and yes Mike Soft, 'heredahelda' too; but yes, the oddity
factor here to this 'RATIO', not 'ration'; HA-HA-HA-HALLOWEEN ©
copyrighted musical projects; is about a seven and a half to one,
because if one billion and not seven and a half billion was the full
global population, then the three to one ratio would match up. So
what is behind this out of kilter balance ratio by a factor of 7 and
one half to 1?????????? Such things simply don't happen for no good
reason. I know that we have indeed become a third world nation IN
MANY WAYS, despite out national resources, our wealth, and our
technology and military capabilities and might, but; to quote me
saying my famous line to my summer camp counselor that was later
HA-HA-HA'd by the great and tasty DQ peeps; “THIS
IS WEEDEEKAWUSS”!!!!!!!!!! So just why is this out of
kilter oddity existing in the ratio here? What is causing a 3:1 ratio
when the population for a match would be more along the lines of a
7.5X3:1 ratio or a 22.5:1 ratio for crying out loud, and then for
that matter, just who let the oatmeal out of Misses
Murphy's chowder bowl, or the goddamn Canadian
Wheat in some fictional future hybrid re-cropping, into
Captain Kirk's and Patty
Duke's pop's Krassle-7
Space-Station up in the 23rd
century; along with not only their troubles, but our own, and
with or without the tribbles from that greatest voted #1 episode that
later led me to an almighty spiritual awakening one evening in 1996's
wonderful autumn from a horrible death house in Somerdale,
NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!! And now moving this right along here,
my point on this entire blog is truly about why some Majestic-12
force out there somewhere in the weird hats, that have been following
me around since somewhere in the summer time in the year of 1969;
seems to have a mind bending agenda for keeping peeps from being too
interested and concerned with the supernatural things of the cosmos.
Let us go back to when the same HALLS FAWCES were not called MAJ-12
but rather the Tyrannical armies of the Roman Catholic Church and
other governmental forces and groups of those times now called the
days of the crusades, mid-evil times, or the era of the Renaissance;
where the mighty Knights Templar and the great Mason Lodge and many
other forces were all involved one way or another in choosing up
sides of those who were bucking the established order that forbade
such stuff and the other side of the coin where the
MASTERS/CONTROLLERS were
enforcing the ceasing and halting of any and all of this on pain of
death and even torture and death for those who dared to violate the
established order!!!!!!!!!!!! Today, anyone who threatens them by
believing in things such as aliens or UFO crafts from the outer
expansion surrounding our world, or even things that are not within
the so-called teachings of established religious and church doctrines
and orders of preconceived or pre-established beliefs and traditions
and modes of living and or operating in sociological daily lives and
routines, is major disciplined and punished in many various degrees.
I really fucking cunt hate to burst anybody's bubble out here, from
the AAT CLUB to the MAJ-12 peeps or anyone in any in-between club or
order or recognized acceptable authoritative agency for policing and
enforcing their views, but I can promise you that no human person or
combined force or army is behind any of this. No one from this
material world can lay claim to being a spirit when they are here and
existing physically. The spirit entities are all of us and other
things as well but they are existing in a locale where they are
literally multiplied by the speed of light squared. This is the
spiritual realm, the ASTRAL-PLANE, the Purgatory, the “Inside of”
the Big Bang. Because the powerful authorities of the MAJ-12 believe
things in their dim witted way, they assault those who THEY FEAR may
indeed pose any potential threat to their established order in so far
as the way they want those who they endlessly control and manipulate,
to always be, live, think, do, and you name it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's
not ego or vast self exaggeration that makes me believe that due to
the vastness of cosmos, the AAT people just cannot be correct when
all is said and done, yet they do in fact have the most balanced
ideas about why the old legends and myths and even religious orders
and knowledge, all stems from another larger than human source.
They're only wrong about where it all comes from. Instead of looking
OUT, they all need to be looking IN. It all came from the INSIDE of
IT ALL, an dall that is now OUTSIDE here around us, truly is the very
same reality of what was INSIDE once, and no, not a long time ago, as
that implies that time is real THERE INSIDE, when it is only real out
HERE in this blown out 5th dimensional hyperspace, or
(COSMOS)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All of the Purgatory or ASTRAL PLANE is
inside of the great HIGS PARTICLE as the mighty CERN LABORATORIES
classifies it as!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mizz
Whalehicks said it all so well back in 1986 in that fantastic
STAR TREK MOVIE with the disappearing
Humpback Whales. Her great quote holds so damn true right now in all
of this shit on this blog of today: “And that
as they say is that”. She got it of course from the great
and world famous Mister Esolph from those wonderful Esolph's Fables.
So gee mother fucking willagars FOLKSINGER and FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just imagine that.
Yesterday
when I went out, I drove over to the Hutchinson Island Beaches of
Fort Pierce South Shore, and it was jam packed. Peeps were
everywhere, but nobody was breaking the Social Distancing
regulations, at least not in any real meaningful way. But there were
a whole lot of folks all over the place, out enjoying the nice
weather and glad to be back to a little bit of the semi-new normal. I
sat on the beach right near the dunes and stayed there for close to a
quarter hour or so and then I left and I then drove over to the
Chinese place and got another take out dinner and ate it in their
parking lot area. I then came back home and arrived here at around a
quarter shy of five or so, and the music was off, following the 3-DAY
on and off pattern to the tee. But finally today, Sunday, it broke.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
'THE
END', AND STINKING TO THE DGTN. BG.
MARK
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR
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Well
Mizz Hollister and your friend
Santa Claus, or his doppelganger
“look-alike” aniwho, who helped my mom and I move from the Russ
Thaxton Chain Steal Trinitrail Apartments of Oaklyn, New Jersey, over
to 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, of Lindenwold, New Jersey, in March
of 1975; it most definitely appears that I AM
NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO ESCAPE THIS MOTHER FUCKING MONSTER MISTER
MEXICO NEXT DOOR TO ME IN MOTHER FUCKING UNIT #605 FROM
BLARING HIS 'HORRIBLE' ROTTEN NON-BORGIA
MUSIC AT ME EVERY SINGLE DAY, AS NOW IT
IS THREE STRAIGHT DAYS OF IT, ONLY THIS TIME IT
FOLLOWS SOME BEYOND MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY WEIRD ASS PATTERN WITH THE
TIMING OF HIS ASSAULTS AND ELDER ABUSE ON ME.
He turns it on at shortly after three in the afternoon now without
fail EVERY MOTHER FUCKING DAY, and then it ends somewhere between
half past four and a quarter shy of five, FOR
THE PAST THREE STRAIGHT DAYS! This
is totally mother fucking cunt eating 'WEEDEEKAWUSS',
lovely Katy,
great lovely Queen of 1997
and Abseacon, NJUSAESMWG.
It
also appears quite apparent here that no amount of secret telling on
a blog with only several dozen consistent readers is going to worry
the MILITUFORCE into holding back their endless unrelenting mother
fucking dick licking death persecution that they have newly given me,
as of this 2020 NEW YEAR HELLISHNESS DAY. But I do not plan to stop
coming up here when they keep ruining each and every one of my mother
fucking days, and telling telling telling rat tat tattle tailing on
everybody who just might in some way or another be partially at least
behind what is happening to me in all of this nightmare fucking
dogshit since August 15 of 1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So here goes:
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
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MY BLOGS:
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
SATURDAY,
MAY 16, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WANING
CRESCENT 2:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5
WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2
WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
Yes,
in reiteration from yesterday, Friday yo, the last three goddamn days
now have been totally mother fucking putrid and awful, or as lovely
Mizz
Borgia
would say on the great “L&O”
TV-SHOW,
quite fucking “HORRIBLE”.
Only gorgeous Mizz Borgia doesn't use lots of fowl language!!!!!!!!!!
BUT
I DO
when my entire life has been completely totally mother fucking wiped
out by this UNHOLY
BASTARD TRASH ASS MILITUFORCE,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO! Screw you Mizz Crapinherpants Janewitch
Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit, I don't plan on letting you
mother fucking screw me again today with your lousy stinking rotten
ONES-ASSAULT as you did from that mother fucking worthless Baseball
Park that spring night in 1993 in Atlanta, Georgia,
USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have drawn my ten pages of
ENTER-COLOR-LINES now, so as to avoid this horrible problem, lovely
Mizz Borgia.
So to quote Sir
Chester-Frank
here from the summer of 2000 at some bar near the Delaware
River,
“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!
'SOOOOOOOOOOOOO',
Sir Arthur Crane of Thompson Consumer Electronics of Deptford,
NJUSAESMWG in 1991; I am all beat to fucking hell and I feel really
lousy and horrendous after another week of TOTAL
DEATH HARASSMENT
AND ELDER
ABUSE,
OH LAW
ENFORCING FBI,
LAUGH-LAUGH-LAUGH-LAUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maybe they just don't wish to believe that their country could
possibly be engaged in doing stunts so horrible as what is being done
to me, oh lovely Mizz
Borgia.
I know that Mister Officer Comey sure refused to believe me, if
indeed he is the same person; and I truly believe that he is, who
told me that middle-late spring day, in my Williamstown
apartment called the HIGHVIEW,
that my uncle and aunt down in Fort Lauderdale, FLUSAESMWG, had both
just died of heart attacks, in
the city hospital there.
Yessir, this
entire mother fucking world CAN BURN IN DOGTOWN PERPETUALLY FOR ALL I
GIVE A BLASTED CUNT LAPPING TRIPLE SHIT, YO!
I will tell some more HUUUUUUUUUUUGE things here on this blog,
Senator Sanders Sir, but WOW am I not believing the coincidence here
of the 2020 wildfire spreading CORONAVIRUS and the 2020 PRESIDENTIAL
ELECTIONS with the Democratic Party totally fucked up from having
their usual shot at being aired on the news as any opposing the
incumbent parties always routinely are on every single leap year in
the recorded history of this nation. Senator Sir, I am not buying
into any of this shit for one wee whittle teeny tiny iota bit and
bite-throat of the Microbursts and the Microsoft Corporation,
BRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!
Tony
Orlando and ANOTHER 'DAWN' said
in 1973, to
tie a yellow
ribbon
around the old oak tree, and also talked about 'coming
home', and 'doing his time'. I have done close to eighty-one
centuries now in this DOGTOWN-ON-EARTH-NIGHTMARE
CYCLE, SIR DAVE SPEAS AND OTHERS; so when can I come home;
Misses Marola, and Misses
Marcucci????????????????????????
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 MAY 16, 2020 SUPER
BOTBAR TIMES 3 DAY CAUSED BY MY ENEMY NEIGHBOR NEXT TO ME IN UNIT
#605,
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.
I
mean, to quote Queen Katy
and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”!
So
I now say to this evil rotten wicked world in all parallel realities:
'YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND ALSO,
MY
VELY BEST TO THE NATIONAL AIRSPACE SYSTEM
AERIAL REGULATIONS, AND YOUR FAA-TC-UNCLE
FROM POMONA, N.J., AND A BIG-ASS
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'. SOOOOOOOOOO, AC,
and
VIVA MORIANITY!
7th
& Orange, Fort Pierce, FL, USA 34950
WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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