BTAT--CHAPTER 0019

 

BTAT-CHAPTER 0019

Tuesday, January 31, 2023

Blog start time: twenty past one P.M.

 

 

 

January of 2023 has been a nightmare on steroids and I doubt that devil year of two divided by three written as 2/3 and 23 as in 2023 this year, has lived up to its full potential SAFET stuff with nothing whatsoever left out and missed. The present day and yesterday were a major back off from the entire January-all-out-firestorm on Mountainpen by the MISOE, but I am still on major full scale RED ALERT times thirty seven septillion to the exponent power of thirteen hundred million. I will not forget this month of 1-23, Diana-lightning-Privecode coded or naught, lovely Mizz AT&T BLAKE, mahm!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

Well it is now final and talking about it shouldn’t be able to screw it up at least top much. I learned that I just cannot be a total damn piker, not if I want to do my blogging from home and avoid all the hellish hassles of public blogging, as well as the endless expenses. I would rather pay one large up front lump sum and get it done and out of the way, and so I have. I will get back to this, Mister Jim Power-Punches Rockford. For now, I was almost murdered back last week by the enemies. When they struck me with that monstrous demonic Havana Death-Assault, I got dangerously ill over the past number of days, peaking at my worst on Friday and Saturday, and not over it yet, yet managed to do what must be done in spite of being deathly ill. I never get ill, not ever. This was done to me by this sick diseased MISOE. I now legally attest, affirm, and swear that this was total absolute attempted MURDER. I swear this is the truth and this is a legal accusatory statement made freely by me now online, and anyone who wishes to challenge it or me, well go right ahead. When someone speaks truth, he has no worries from legal court systems. My evil wicked twisted enemies did everything in their power to 100% TOTALLY MURDER MARK WAYNE MOHR THE MOUNTAINPEN, last week, and came very close. On top of their vicious and brutal death beam assault and attack siege on me physically, they used a full all out barrage of pummeling me 24-7 with UTILITY ASSAULTS, AERIAL ASSAULTS, NOISE ASSAULTS, INFLUENCE PEOPLE NEGATIVELY ASSAULTS, and on and on and on and on, it was worse than any other recent time 21^st century death siege that I can remember!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know beyond one small shadow of doubt that the Wall Street and Dow Jones stock market ICPE-APE-post 8-1986 endless hellish junk being applied against me was as always, BEHIND THE ENTIRE DAMN ASS MESS FROM DOGTOWN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO ME’ BRO!!!!!! Now yesterday, poor as I was still feeling, I had to drive back to the Vero Beach Mall on route 60, to the great Xfinity Store in the same shopping plaza where the Best Buy Store was, for two issues; that have been plaguing and dogging me for two plus months now because I attempted to be too much of a goddessdamn piker and save a couple of bills. I had to pay just over 260 smackeroos, but it was worth every penny. Now by this time next week, I will be up and running at home and no more coming to the damn public library. Over, done, fine’, etcetera. Making a long story short, my Galaxy cellphone is very easy for the MISOE to hack whenever they choose to do. They can stop the tones from working and stop me from answering incoming phone calls no matter what I do. Of course when I show a techie what is happening, they do not hack it and so my problems never shows up. I think endlessly of poor little helpless mother fucking David Collins, played by the child actor of the sixties, Mister David Henesy. No one would believe him when he insisted that Cousin Barnabas was going to kill him. It is very hard to watch these type of things on television, as this is “the story of my life”, to quote MY COUSIN. ‘Oh Donnie, oh-oh Donnie”. Well, in any event, I can type a million words and say nothing at all with the true and full meaning of my nightmare endless hellishness and woe-whiz-me’s from Dogtown. Speaking of Cousin Don, my most distant as I have a total of three Cuzz-Don’s; if things are permitted, Uncle Heinz Gottwald Sir, to keep moving unchecked and the man returns to 18-02 (minus 2-2), it’s over beautiful drop-dead Amy, gorgeous, not said by me however late in 1970 outside Mister Dave Leigh Smith’s classroom. It’s over, it is curtains closing the show time. Please Governor, if for no other reason than to save your nation and the entire world from near extinction, please run against the man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know that if he really needs to, he will threaten to put Merry and CUZZ Leticia together for sure. I believe he really is that insane. If he can’t have the pie, then he will throw it off the balcony. I knew he was dead ass serious when he told me in the park a long long long long time ago that he would someday be the king of the country. I knew it back when I was 6 and he had me buried in a HUUUUUUGE damn pile of leaves. I know he will bring them together if he cannot become the king, I know it as sure as I know I am one sick pup from a beyond HUUUUUUGE DEATH ASSAULT against me last week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He was scared back in middle late OH-9 yes, but now I know that he will do this to gain control over the world. I know because a century ago, I was the crazy insane prick who had a lot of shit happening around me and I allowed myself 2B driven out of my mind. Someone told me a long time ago when I first told the story about that day with the family at the shore, he was just intensely motivated to come and see if you really had gone back into time somehow and managed to bring your kid up the present, as I said folks, the resemblance to MC at her very first concert and yes, I had the Blockbuster videotapes of it back in the early nineties, and it is like looking at the same exact person, and so he wanted to come and see just how I managed to pull this off. Well, if that was the case, why did he orbit his Plaza Hotel in his whirlybird for a straight hour and never land it? Peeps, the dude was pissing his shorts up in that chopper, and was way too scared to even enter his own damn hotel on that day. IPYT!!!! And then comes the ultimate question that we’ve not yet even begun to explore, from back in those very days of magical taking the kids to work times. One day when Trump had completed the construction of that same hotel, I planned to drive down and be one of the first to gamble there, using a fake-chip that was being offered. Only I never arrived there and was mysteriously detoured to a place called the non-Roddenberry Julia White Horse Pike’s Jerry’s Texaco Gasoline station of Blue Berryville, and AKA Hammonton, New Jersey-USA by the locals of the great Delaware Valley. Strange Halls Fawces are happening all around New Jersey, from the FAA Admiral Perry station in magical astral-Pomona of Sarah Krasse’s brother slammed air conditioner non I-Ching trips, air tubes from 2301 penetration machines into hyperspace, and all other magical things pertaining to New Jersey from monsters lurking in forests who I actually saw one night while driving into my job at Griffin Pike, running across Highway #295, to endless huge unidentified flying crafts that you would all call flying saucers. What is happening is the dream world is being accessed by the MISOE-OPERATIVES, and to further prove my point, the entire paragraph being typed now is being re-typed to the best of my ability to recreate it. It just suddenly vanished off the page a moment ago, the entire part in red print. It didn’t vanish during the UFO part, no sir people. It vanished as I was telling about the monster-man who I saw tearing at twice normal runner speed, across a busy six lane interstate highway system of New Jersey. You UFOLOGY-BUFFS think it is all about the aliens and the flying crafts, and it ain’t, to put it simply, and in street ghetto-slang talk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What is being covered up is simple. The dream world or hyperspace, is accessible to any and all of us. It is our ‘other parts’ to the fullness of our souls. All of it combined together, us here as well as there, is the actual complete full selves. Who we are in waking life plus who we are in all of the alternate and other place doubles of ourselves, equals our truer self where it is more complete and whole. In any realm here or there, should one get onto certain truths of what I call Morianity and these teachings, this is when we are at a starting gate where a path then goes on to places far beyond what is even presently fathomable. Even I am not able to summon up a fleet of UFO’s as did somebody in the summer of 1986 at the Red Lion eats joint called “Subs & Swirls”. But B4 any of you will be able to accomplish that feat, I will be able, as I at least am onto the truths. It is the same logic as this following example. Three people are in a room. One knows there is a brief case filled with cash somewhere hidden in the room. One knows nothing of this at all. One knows that it is there and also knows exactly where’re it is hidden. The one who knows it is there has almost an infinitely better chance to find the cash over the one who is clueless over the entire matter. Still, this is what Morianity uses when relating the topic to the three levels of Exploratronics, and labeling the dreamers (souls) as either Type-1, Type-2, or Type-3 exploratrons. But what is behind the whole deal is not rocket science by any stretch. Type-3-Exploratrons are indeed all amongst us, and SSJKK (Pink Goddess) made me aware of this in a ‘parable-game’ that SHE played with me on Pearl Harbor Day of the year of 1996 when I managed to successfully I-Ching myself into some interaction with this incredible great being. I threw the Hexagram of Deliverance, stared at it, suddenly fell off to sleep at the foot of my bed at my Somerdale death house in my bedroom just past midnight, and suddenly experienced this wild interaction with this incredible goddess. She made me become aware despite it taking me a couple of decades of mortal world time to begin accurately decoding the great reflections of the situation, and now I know that the guests such as Mizz Mary Tyler Moore on the great Trinidad/Trinity balcony in her green dress, was indeed not just a guest there for me to guess and wonder about, but how do things really fit. We can begin with a zillion connected bits and pieces just from her show from 1970, the birth year of my kid and birth of the show, her coworker Merry Slaughter, the future Loveboat Captain, her boss Lou Grant as in medical labs and Ativan tablets and Grant Avenue after I cross over the rail road tracks, an dwhy my memories were suddenly removed from me about the events at that lab as well as the trip back home to 506 Robin Hill other than for a wild memory that corresponds with many recurring dreams of being underneath the highway just as I would be in a different part of the city nearly half a decade in the future at Dorthea Dario’s security company job, and the crazy police connections with the place, and more incredible ESS stuff from things connected up as far as the twenty-teens many many years ahead of those times where magical musical people were all in a warehouse, and even though there may not have been any gunslingers there, or Matt Dillon’s, or even Marshal’s, electronic or not; there is a connectable tale that would lead into infinity with Paula king, Patty Hollister, the little earth shoe wearing hipping songster Melanie Safka, and on and on and on the story goes here, Mister Neilson sir. When memories are messed with folks, this means that travelers (T-3-E’s) have interfered with something. My trip that day is one example of this balcony green dress traveler stuff, and there are lots more things that I’ve yet to even start opening up with my blogaudians out here in Cyberville!!!!!!!!! You have heard me rant on about many things from the times of the turn of the 70’s, and after the ending of the globally famous 1960’s. That commercial on television where the adorable little girl says, and I quote, “All of us Krasse’s are concerned about our vision”, as this was an ad-spot for vision in general, and when I heard the name and was never able in those times to find the name of Krassle, I started, in error of course to believe that I misinterpreted or heard my dream wrong or remembered it wrong, and that the name given to me was not Krassle but actually Krasse. It was not. It was Krassle, and SHE spelled it for me to boot, “K-R-A-S-S-L-E”. So let us examine more carefully some of the inner and more powerful truths that show up here. If we compare KRASSLE and then KRASSE, all that is different is that the KRASSLE and the correct name given to me by ALMIGHTY PINK GODDESS in middle December back in the year of 1969, is there is a missing “L” LETTER in the wrong name, and the most powerful two numbers BIBLICALLY, and with the Morianity bible as well as it just ‘happens 2B’ here, are (7) and (12). The 12 tribes of Judah, and the magical 7 days of the week and the keeping of the great Sabbath day completely (holy), as commended us by Jehovah Neecy (Stacey) Pink Goddess. I do not make a big deal out of things in my Morianity without lots and lots and lots of great reasons for doing so. IPYT me’ fantastic folks out there, well, except for whoever is trying to kill me and stop me from telling all these truths to this miserable pitiful diseased sin cursed planet, that is spinning rapidly into Dogtown at warp-10.

 

 

When I discussed ‘hyperspace switching’ or for short, HSS, back in my early alphabet-tweet-2022 blogs, and after this project had recently been restarted following a two and a half year shut-down due to wild world woe-whiz-me’s that included for me hacked and stopped from posting more blogs as well as being ruthlessly wiped out by a filthy crude jail swine neighbor from hell; I was telling about LAWTRONS and how they were in place to prevent mischievous EXPLORATRONS from doing all manner of things that violate the system’s rules and preset structures known mortally as the natural laws. There are several things that are done by advanced dreamers (T-3-E’s) but for today, we will discuss the one that pertains the most to my numerous woes and hells. As you know, they have taken over the world, and they can do miracles. They are in with what most peeps that believe in the numerous global conspiracy theories, label as the Shadow-Government. They are actually registered operatives or RO’s, jokingly referred to by the Mountainpen and his Morianity project as ‘ROWS’ and even ‘ROWES’. I went onto further details concerning these things and I insinuated some surface and more basic or generic stories such as what happened to me on the day of my trip into the lab tech’s place off of Academy Road and Interstate-#95 and Grant Avenue. But then as time went on and more blogs continued, and I then began deriving more from these writings than most if not all of my Blogaudians out there ever did, and I began taking the advice of Doctor DAGS, and starting to reevaluate a whole lot of my preconceived notions; I took many things such as the wild experience with Nick Cannon and my trip to Massachusetts with him, in 5-D hyperspace of course. This took place I believe on the 30^th day of September in the year of 2008 and I had just recently moved in with his wife’s distant cousins the great KINGS!!!!!!!!! Now I told you all years later that I had made very light of this after first telling the quick story of it, never harping on the event of the world series win that did in fact go on to take place here in the waking world a solid month out into the future on Halloween day. Some may be wondering after digesting all of these things spoken repeatedly now by Mountainpen, okay then why is the MISOE-OPS and their ROWE’s able to accomplish all they do against me if they are being policed by the Lawtrons as I am being? So how can these mischievous ROWE’S wipe out Morianity and the BOM and its attempt to proclaim its truths to this blind sick world regarding the existence of these TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS? On its face it does appear 2B a total and complete violation of stuff, as does mush of the stuff in the great HOLY BIBLE when we cannot see it in the proper light of total truth. When this seems to happen in bible scriptures and it does, there are only two possibilities in play. Jim Burr said it perfectly way back in 1974 at the Oaklyn, New Jersey-USA Rockbash Kanehead Park. Jim said to me, “There is a powerful truth whether anybody likes it or not. If the bible contains one lie or true indisputable contradiction, then Christianity is total bullshit, and I will be the first guy at the gate to admit it”. In other words, and even the great world famous televangelist of all time, Doctor Billy Graham said it in his own way, that either Jesus Christ was a total whack job nutcase, or else his claims are all true. There is this endless possibility either way, we all know this, it ain’t a goddamn secret. Now in my case, I can prove the bible is lying about the promise that nothing uncommon to man can happen to man, and there is only one way to make it all okay, and that is to say, Mark Mohr is not really here, he is in hell, and he thinks he is here, you all think he is here, but as Joseph Padgett knew after it hit him like a ton of shit bricks, he lost his mind and to this day he is insane. I was told he quit his job and lived out of his vehicle in the local woods right after we had our talk. I feel horrible that I did that to him, and I limit my speeches now and never dare tell too much at any one time. You all only think I have told stuff, oh boy oh boy oh boy Uncle Billy Capra Harner Sandy-Sarah MMM Bonjovi, YO YO YO YO YO YO ME’ BREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   Only if Mark Wayne Mohr the Mountainpen IS INDEED IN ETERNAL DAMNATION and not truly here as a human being, can the Bible be true. This is because if one tiny part is not total complete truth, then God is a liar, because God is the BIBLE, it is a mere human world illusion, or a reflection. It is not a living word because of what it says, it is GOD, not the pages, not the ink, but the absolute contained total truths of the entire grouping of words that its message contains. So in order to make this work great people, you need to choose door-A or door-B, and there is not nor ever can be a DOOR-C or any other following lettered doors, ‘so sahwee’ all great ambassadors out there. Door-A says that the entire bible, all of Christianity, GOD ITSELF is a big fat lie. Door-B says that all is true and simply does not have to apply to anyone who just thinks that they are really here when in truth, they are damned and eternally lost. This applies to Mark Wayne Mohr and perhaps some others out there, maybe all of you, maybe none, maybe a few, I cannot know this, I am not GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can only give you this undisputable freaking logic. You need not like it as that is not required or even requested, me’ great Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!! So to wrap up the point for opening this topic up of Exploratrons verses Lawtrons, the ROWE’s can do what they do and have the same police force of the Astral Plane effect their missions and outcomes as do I. I may have gotten myself switched if I had made a big deal out of the World Series 2008 win in order to get major blog-cred as it is called. I still make that same claim of truth to this. So would any ROWE’s (T3E). Hey, if Idabin switched, then the universe here would still contain the event where the Phillies won it in 2008, only I would have bene switched to a locale where they had lost. Just because they got switched never stopped a new Whoopee Goldberg ‘Karoo’ from fan blading and sprouting out. If I am in hell then there is no spiritual violation happening here. If I am not in hell folks, then this world and all of you out here, have a serious goddamn problem, DON’T YOU? This is the leap made by Mister JP that day at Roadway Trucking Comp any in 2002, and he lost his mind as a result, BRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

I made the error by the way on at least two and maybe more than two other blogs, saying control-P when I meant to type in control-V for a paste in or a CAO-JOB. So sahwee Mister Ambassador. The man who was over this morning to hook in telephone so that I can use my battery and even if I get power failures, won’t lose calls, told me that ROKU is indeed a political football, and it is more complex than anyone most likely knows. I told him how only Republican and GOP stuff is advertised on their system. It seems to me 2B an intentional GOP set up for the poor. He told me that most peeps today don’t like channels anymore and only like to stream. I am the complete frikkin’ opposite. I hate this streaming crap and want to have channels, but channels cost money. But it goes beyond this, it is all about money and parties. We all know that political parties in Washington in our great land are two large ones an dyes, there are two smaller ones, and even a few others that nobody hears of. But still, the (R) and the (D) are the big boys on the block, and the richer and stronger are the (R) peeps. GOP for those who don’t know stands for Grand Old Party, the (D) party doesn’t even have their own little abbreviated spot in the sun-glory. No it works quite simply. The powerful GOP sets up things like slowly getting the poor and non-Caucasian people into jail with criminal records and until fines are paid unable to vote, they do gerrymandering for intentionally making districts create the advantage for their party, and they do not stop now with both these powerhouse tactics of RMN-dirty-tricks. Now they have moved into the greatest way to effect the growth of their GOP, the entertainment system. The ROKU. I will bet that no non GOP or democratic candidate can advertise on this platform if they paid any amount of money, and I plan to make a HUUUUUUUUUUUGE stink about this thing with my local democratic representatives unless there are none as in Florida it is very fooking red everywhere. Between this entertainment crap control, the Gerrymandering redistricting that effects voter turnout ability, and then using the criminal justice system (CJS) to slowly lock up all the poor and underprivileged peeps in low income neighborhoods all over America, the GOP grows and grows and the (D)-Party slowly fall apart, and it happens like the goddamn hour hand on a wristwatch or small clock. Now it is physically impossible to ever see it move, but it does, stare at it for an hour, you will know it does move and yet, YOU CAN NOT EVER ACTUALLY WIYTNESS the deed!!!!!!!!!!! This magical technique and tool is intentionally used, it is called using the gradualism tool.

 

 

You don’t need me to list the hellish persecution against me last week, the health assault destroyed me, I know that they tried to murder me and came very goddamn ass close to accomplishing their evil and twisted goal. A week ago yesterday was super hard utility assault siege and noonish heavy aerial assault as well. Then a week ago Saturday was major activity and noise all around me, nothing like last year at my residence, but it is following all that I told you in my wild Mashell Daniels 1980-RPL sound studio relative dream with Lee. Saturday was very bad with fireworks crap just as was the Sunday of the previous freaking weekend. I will return to Jersey someday if I do not leave America all together as in non-red states, no one can get away with fireworks crap out of season as it is illegal for amateur and unlicensed pyrotechnics peeps to operate fireworks t begin with in most blue states. Unless people wise up and major changes are made B4 my distant cousin has a chance to destroy my wonderful nation once and for all and proclaim himself and his family the royal kings over all of us, I will get the Dogtown out of here! But finishing out my point about using the three big ways of forever growing their GOP garbage party and wiping out all other parties, the good old commie one party system of Red China and Soviet Russia, I have told the CJS for 20 years that they should do what my old high school did when the High Speedline Transit system was built in my area when I was a student. Have representatives come to the schools, assemble the students in the Assembly Hall, and teach a short discourse on proper police and road-stop interaction, and most definitely especially in lower income neighborhoods where these problems end up happening statistically in much higher percentages. This would decrease the problems we have experienced with this situation by 90%, and I’ll guarantee it. We did not ever have one single person electrocuted by the third rail of that transit system because of proper education that was successfully conducted. But no, they want the poor in jail and unable to vote, and we ALL KNOW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I cannot believe that I have typed in now a total of 4,607 words. SOOOOO, GEE WHIZ-WILIGARS-GOLLY GASH DARN © Copyrighted coin dealers and fat happy people from all the law and order and properly educated folks!!!!!!! I’ll bet goddessdamn dollars to donuts that everyone out here knows this blog is not a fake phony nut job blog from some crackpot from New Jersey. You may try and kid or convince yourself otherwise, and that is as far as you will ever get, AHA AHA AHA, ME’ BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

 

MAGNESONIC, WHOEVER TRIED TO MURDER ME LAST WEEK; YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO, AND YOU KNOW HOW TO DO IT ALL WITH RUTHLESS POWERFUL ACCURACY, SO DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “I” 2 “D”, A/B TONE-PPS SYSTEM.

 

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—A-TONE

 

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—B-TONE

 

AND STOP!

 

 

Peeps, I am tired, hungry, and still a wee bit ill, and need to get home, rest, relax, eat, and enjoy a couple good movies on me’ DVD player. WEEEEEEEE and WOW Mister Macy and Chester, oh kind sirs, YO YO YO YO!!!!

 

 

 

THIS TRANSMISSION TERMINATES NOW AT 4:44 IN THE POST MERIDIAN AND MOON LIT LATE AFTERNOON, YO YO YO YO YO YO & AHA-AHA0-AHA!!!!

Bye-Bye now, brown eyed Callio cow-Leo & R. McGuire.

 

 

 

 

BTAT--CHAPTER 0018

 

BTAT—CHAPTER 0018

Thursday, January 26, 2023

Blog start time is 1:08 P.M.

 

 

I am in a fight for my very life now. SATAN is wiping me out in ways that have not been recently rivaled, not in this goddamn century that I am able to remember anyway. For those who don’t know or don’t remember, this blog interchanges terms and words such as satanic, demonic, Satan, Lucifer, the devil, evil spirits, and all of these things, with the more enlightened and advanced truths of left spinning subatomic particles that create very seemingly magical energies and since atoms are now in our waking world reality all clumped together by these same strange forces that many into quantum physics merely refer to as the quad-forces, this is all really one and the same and it is just different semantics. When I went to get into my vehicle yesterday at home to come to this library and do my blog (Chapter 0017), the magical time-trip automobile-circuit used by this unfathomable emmereffing SPACEFORCE, and which is now referred by me mostly as the MISOE, struck me with that same dog stench deal that the motorcycle dirt bag did to me a couple months back in the autumn of last year, 2022, and yes, twice I typed into the previous blog “2020” and you all know that I WAS BEING MIND-HACKED again, and I meant 2 type in 2022. So-Sahwee all great Jap-Ambassador’s from World War 2. I am back on that stupid machine today with the mouse that is totally effed up, and it is a real pain in my butt. The right click is just about shot and so I will just live with many of red wavy spell correction lines under my words, once I look to make sure that things say what I wish them to say. Yes the magic MCFLY AUTO-CIRCUIT is back, a trick used by MISOE for many decades now against me, beginning with my goddamn Pontiac Bonneville car in 1986 and 1987 during some extremely intense BOTBAR-PERIODS of my past life, only this life as Mark Wayne Mohr. I will be covering it back up with electrical tape so I don’t have to look at the stupid ass thing. It is not interfering with the operation of the vehicle and so that is all that is damn ass important to me. I had it covered until about six weeks or so ago and one day I took it off and it had gone off, but yesterday when I got into the car just shy of frikkin’ noon, it was back again, and this is called by the Mountainpen, the magical McFly time-car-shoebox-circuit. But that was only part one of a three-part DEATH-ASSAULT on ‘poor pitiful non-Ronstadt me’, oh great kind folks out there in Cyberville. The second that I arrived back home in my driveway, a crash level illegal SPACEFORCE private airplane began to dog me at my residence and it went on until well into the late night last emmereffing night peeps!!!!!!!! This is only PART-2 peeps, so read on if ye’ pweeeeeeeeeeeze!!!!!!!!!!! They then pummeled me with a BOWELS DEATH ATTACK and caused me to not even be able to make it to my toilet. I crapped all over the bathroom floor B4 even being able to lift up the seats to sit down. Notice how I have been discussing both the McFly ,magic car circuit on many recent blogs, followed also by the man who used to live next to me B4 the other disappointment-Nabe as I’ll now call her, lived there, and how my enemies would strike with their death beams and cause him to crap his drawers as well? I lost count now of how many BOTBAR days in a long string have now been given to me by mother frikkin’ SATAN, AKA humanly on mortal waking realms, as ‘the devil’ as well as Apollo-Lucifer Diablos Abadon-Krassle. But yesterday was about as horrendous as it mother flowering gets, great people, and I am being totally murdered, an dyes, THIS IS AN OFFICIAL DYING MANS UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION AND IS ON THE RECORD ON THE INTERNET, AND SHOULD I BE FOUND DEAD, I WAS MURDERED BY THE PUPPETEERS OF THIS POWERFUL EVIL BEING, AND THAT I REFER TO AS THE SPACEFORCE, MILITARY-UFO-FORCE, AND NOW RECENTLY ON LATE 2022 AND INTO 2023 BLOGGING TEXTS KNOWN AS THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN OR (BOM) FOR SHORT, AND I SWEAR THIS IS TRUE AND CONTAINS NO FALSEHOODS WHATSOEVER. I SWEAR IT UNDER MY USA CITIZENSHIP AND UNDER OATH OF MY ALL MIGHTY SINGULARITY-GOD, SSJKK-PINK GODDESS. HA-HA-HA Mister Roddenberry. We all know that you were given some really wild information, as was Mister Planck. But this is not all that happened yesterday as a result of that night assault on me. It caused not only the worst health and bowel assault on me in decades, but then I suddenly got a monstrous horrible headache and my throat also got instantly very goddamn sore. It is worse today, and I have a strep throat, and am sucking on powerful medicated throat lozenges. I am here blogging every single day as you know, and when has this ever happened until this horrendous mother flocking month of 1-23? You would think on Lightning’s magical number that SHE used to call me so often with on the Privecode machine from the IMM Corporation that went onto become the Interdigital Corporation, would be bringing me better and naught worse junk, huh Mizz AT&T Blake? Another MIND-HACK from yesterday was when I said Mizz AT&T only I was not talking about Mizz Blake, sorry folks. So yesterday was a major McFly reactivation car circuit, major aerial assault from the second I pulled up in my driveway after doing the blog, and the beyond deadly health assault on my poor pitiful pathetic already sick and elderly mother sucking body!!!! Mister Dell and Mister Jack McCoy both need to start chiming in here with their great famous TV-show “L&O” quote, “Have you no shame”? Jesus Christ Almighty Singularity! In addition, parking has been totally impossible here at this damn ass library this week. Only yesterday was I able 2 park right nearby to the place as I should B able 2 do. The one thing that did not go wrong yesterday during that major quintessential fooking nightmare day was that I able to get a decent parking space here. Today again, I’m right back in the closest public lot across from the fishing wall near Melody Fishing Pier, and without any nice new pales of fresh fish, or any phony-fake musical harmony tracks included onto demo-fish songs; right awesome Mister ex-Motown Bonjovi? This is not the actual legal spelling of that family’s name of course, but they do use it that way, as I explained once to Sir Paul Evans Pine-Barrens non Flo-Prog-Petersen Pedersen. But yesterday was a death health assault 4 pitiful me causing horrible putrid diarrhea, a major sore throat and monstrous hour lasting headache, a major bathroom floor clean up job beyond disgusting, another McFly car circuit hit on my property, all night aerial assault, and I am ready to commit suicide as nobody can take this hellishness forever and ever, not at age 68 years, nobody, not even rock chucking Superman could take this much dog crap!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Time for another counterstrike with my Magnetic Sound Machine, oh kind folks out here, YO YO YO!!!!!

 

 

 

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So how do they truly work this McFly car-circuit thing; this evil satanic diseased bunch of dirt called by Mountainpen now, the MISOE? Ever since my Bonneville car in 1986, these dirt hole sub slime peeps/entities/whatever Bob Andrews-1975; MANAGE TO ENDLESSLY CAUSE THESE WILD SHORT CIRCUITS AND WEIRD ‘MCFLY’ CIRCUITS, AND SCREW UPS IN MY VEHICLES. Many times while residing in Patty Meeker’s GIBBsboro home on Route 561 and about a dozen miles down the road or so from the wild school DC and potato chip factory; I would take the casino trip bus system from the local Herman’s Deli place, also down the road of 561 only to my west and not east, and upon returning late in the evening to my car, many wild colored lights would began mysteriously flashing all over the dashboard and whenever I would attempt to use a turn signal the signals would begin flashing in colors. Not one mechanic understood what was doing this, and no one had any answers for me at all other than, “Get a new car bro”. Sort of like the Mullica Police in the late 80’s, telling me there was a great cure for my car and its many endless woes; a large stick of TNT. Hey they were telling it straight, but I didn’t appreciate it all that much. Boy oh boy oh boy Uncle Billy, Frank Capra great movies from old Hollywood. Now twice I’ve been major ducking MIND-HACKED when I begin to try and tell my Blogaudians the wild nightmare that started the hellishness for me just this very week, & making this 2-SOLID WEEKS OF PUTRID HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

It was another one of my numerous life-long NIGHT TIME LIGHT-CYCLE NIGHTMARES. Any of these types of 5^th dimensional hyperspace interactions is beyond potentially deadly, and can indeed finish us off in our sleep, to C this in a mortal way. Patty’s friend from the land of India, around a half century ago, told Patty HHH that 12 times of the cycle is the limit for being able to wake yourself out of it, or to quote lovely Amy from Cooley, “It’s curtains closing the show time”, only the actual curtains deal was from eleven years after I ever saw this gorgeous chick that you all call Madonna. So in this wild dream I was again back where else, but at my Dellway O-15 apartment in Oaklyn, and this is where I had the vast majority of my nightmares where I am in total ultimate fear of something and then I think I am waking up and running for the light on my desk only it never ever comes on and then I realize after a short time of utter terror, that I am still in the nightmare, and thus now that I’m awake, I need to really go and turn it on, and this goes on and on and is a cycle-nightmare, as I call these things. Patty had another name regarding repeating dreams, only there are repeating dreams and then cycle dreams. Repeating ones are dreaming at different times, the same thing and it can indeed develop into a cycle such as the one that lovely Doctor DAGS made fun of me with on her late eighties album song, called, “Another time and Place”. But in my nightmare from a week back folks, I was in this room and even though it seemed to be my old Dellway Arms apartment, the actual bedroom was laid out just as I had stuff at my apartment at Robin Hill, number 1802. My distant Cuzz Donnie seems to have an affinity for that number as well, only without the BOTBAR number that it begins with of course. In the same corner right near the bedroom door, I kept a box of vinyl records as well as tapes both cassette and open reel, back in the 1802 bedroom, but here in this wild dream a week ago, I had the weirdest item that I’ve seen since late in 2008 when Nick took me to a hotel room in Massachusetts, and we were there with a machine near the beds that resembled the Privecode Machine, only it also seemed 2 connect into some weird heater unit as well. But let’s move this on B4I get more mind-hacking, YO!!!!!!!!! This is not the end of September of OH-8 but middle-late January of ’23 when this happened a week ago, and caused this mind blowing hellishness around me that all followed and resulted. Instead of lots of records and tapes in this bedroom corner in very large cardboard boxes, I had a weird fish tank, only it was filled with weird items inside of it, along with fish, and also, it generated electricity at the same time, and the fish never needed 2B fed, as they lived on electrical currents. When I would speak into a speaker in the front of the tank, I could speak to Diana the goddess of Lightning of the Earth Planet, and she would speak to me in HER exact voice that SHE did share with me once back while I resided in Moorestown and was speaking to her directly on the phone one day, and the © Office has a copy of that cassette tape. They know it is real. They heard me say to them, “That’s lightning, Mister Benjamin Franklin”. I said this on that great musical project, either part 2 or part 3 of the “Epitome of Harassment” musical project. Many times and recently as well, I have shared a copy of an interne page from the LOC, showing all of my projects musically done by me so far, except for the final one that is not up on that particular page that I capped into the word document files, on my computer back at home. So the project from 2013 called, “You’ll Be Crossing Over” is not on that particular page that I capped in for my Blogaudians. I believe it is number 29, as in lovely transdimensional Pee’s birthday. I also blogged at the very opening parts of the BOM back while residing at Jenny’s Park that is AKA the MMM-Bonjovi Gmail address, in jest of course, but still, Detective Madison Avenue-NYC Briscoe, kind sir; the story of my wild and totally unexplainable in any human mortal waking world terms, the way both fish and birds follow me around, and then came that wonderful awesome Jim Carrey movie, called “Evan Almighty”, so am I WROOOOOOOOONG here, lads and lassies???????? When I would go in 1997 to Atlantic City, I had a school of large pink salmon fish follow me back and forth as I would side-stroke swim back and forth from jetty to jetty at the beach. Buzzard type of large black Julian birds would follow me constantly in the years following that, and crows too. One day when I made a failed attempt to escape THE WASHCLOTH FAMILY and while living in the early autumn at Judge Rasso’s home at 65 Middle Road in Hammonton-Berryville with them; I was being taken to the Atlanticare Med-Center in Atlantic City by ambulance, and as the ambulance got onto the Atlantic City Expressway, a large buzzard got no higher than twice the roof of the ambulance, and got right behind it, and followed me for miles while I lay on my back helpless and calling out 2 Pink Goddess for help. What a fool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But back to the dream now up here in January of 2023. I talked with DIANA (Lightning) on this wild speaker and the digital sampler system had taken a copy of the voice from that phone call in 1988 at my Moorestown house and was able 2 me in HER own actual voice. But suddenly the room turned pitch dark, as dark as the great Dorney Park in Allentown, PAUSAESMWG “Devi’s Cave” amusement set. Now I was only six or seven years of age, and that was a very scary part of the amusement park, let me tell U great folks out there!!!!!!!!!! I will remember the utter total ass darkness of that place for the rest of me’ human Mountainpen life. I went to go to a desk where a lamp was in the apartment, both at 1802, as well as at O-15 at Dellway; and those 2 bedrooms had that one same furniture arrangement system. When I got to this incredible lamp, as always, it refused to go on. B4 the blackout leaving me in devil total blackness, Sir Julian-Pinks, and not Philly-Esther or first girlfriends; I remember that lamp. It was not only beyond elegant and nothing that poor folks such as me could ever afford 2 have, but it was so incredibly gorgeous. Now it refused to go on and again, I was in that potential death cycle of perishing in my sleep as time and time again I would think wow, now I am finally awake, and I WAS NAUGHT awake, Mizz 1983 AT&T BLAKE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This nightmare began this awesome week of death siege cubed and yes, most definitely CUBAN, as in the worst HAVANA death weapon assault against me since the past 20^th frikkin’ century!!!!!!!!!! I was MIND HACKED TWICE NOW B4 this final attempt at telling you, me’ gwate Blogaudians, this powerhouse story, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!

 

 

The story of the ambulance trip involves beyond frikkin’ HUUUUUUUUUGE non-Sanders transdimensional stuff as well, folks! The ambulance ride and my DEEDEE bird following me is just one tiny part of it all. I won’t B able to cover anything beyond a small part of it on this blog but I will tell U all this much. My TPB-1994 book that I copyrighted on Patty HHH-Halloween Day 10-31-1994, officially on my post office mailed stamp on the package from Red Bank, New Jersey, across the great Delaware Washington-Crossed River from Philadelphia, the great experiment Naval Ship Yard, and my mother’s world famous Lavino-Inchcape Shipping Company Office. This book prpphesied many powerful goddamn things that are every bit as fantastic as anything that Nostradamus ever did centuries ago, and yes folks, if I do have to say this myself, YO BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Kessler hospital was where the ambulance trip originated from, and also, the monster car crash where a Spanish driver intentionally crossed the yellow line and struck my SATURN-CAR head on and the police sided with them when I was perfectly in the right, and they somehow managed 2 make my witness who saw the thing happened and lived in a home right there where it did happen, vanish and disappear completely. The crooked police on the scene were all a part of this MISOE-OPERATION, or (OPS) 4 short, and whenever I may choose to use that. All these things, plus my mom and her wild Atlantic City witches coven caused mystery illness, that destroyed her forever, and so altered my life as a direct result as well, and the way things happened in two different hospitals during the time of her major wild assault from the spirit-worlds and their puppeteers Paula and Sarah, when I went to visit her each time the attacks would reoccur; and it all was predicted in the book from 1994 and two years B4 it ever began to actually happen, and the name of my book in the © Office for the entire world to see, is “The Permission Barrier”. By the way, when I discussed the SORA/SARO deal on my previous blog, CHPT-0017, I forgot to tell you the needed detail so it may have not then made perfect sense 2U all and so I’ll now clear it up 4U. NSA-CIA-RO. Rather than go through the two secret agency names and since other secret shadow-government forces also R indeed out there somewhere and hidden so well in the shadows of covert stealth, I simply say SECRET AGENCIES, and not try to list the entire alpha-soup collection total. Hence, SECRET-AGENCY-REGISTERED-OPERATIVES or SARO, the alternate vowel switch of SARO is SORA, and that stood for the New Jersey security guard test name when I lived and worked back up there in Jersey and had to take that SORA test twice in order to legally renew my license to remain a bonded security officer, while employed at the Cifaloglio job, and also while there and this suddenly became law and using the Manhattan terror 9-11 strike as a silly ass excuse, also, I had the enemies buy out my small little security company that lovely Mizz Jennifer Washburn managed to assist me in securing my employment there in March of 2005, shortly after jerk off Mister Jimmy Stone fired me from my job there as a guard at Griffin Pipe Company up in Florence, not Progressive Petersen, New Jersey-USA, ESMWG. Speaking of Cifaloglio, a few hours ago I was just interacting there over in ‘localized-to-intermediate hyperspace’ somewhere. I had pulled in to the main driveway front area in that wild dream and was met by the guard who I was there to relieve. A police detail was already there and something was going on, but I don’t recall know any of those details. Sometimes more parts of dreams come back to me and others, as the day wears on and we think about it, and most times, we forget more than we remember. There was a HUUUUGE sign on the front of the place, unlike back here in my working world part of the FDHS system. Real gigantic lettering that said (CIFALOGLIO) was on the building, you know, like TRUMP does with his owned properties and hotels, the dumb ass egotist on steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yesssssirrrrrrrrrr peeps, I am in A FIGHT 4 MY VERY FUTHERMUCKING LIFE HERE, and January of 2023 is killing and murdering me, and as Lenny record-glittering promoter spoke his magical words in 1981 to Miss Chillie on his citizens-band radio set one night and I just happened to catch it on the McAndrew’s & Forbes CB-radio set, that I had on randomly one night there; “There ain’t no doubt about it”!!!!!!!!! Again, the great © Office (LOC) has copies of all of these things. I knew way back in the early goddessdamn nineteen-eighties that instinctively I needed to have a record there of my entire life for someday in the future, don’t ask me how or YYYYYY I knew it, but I just knew it, world, and yesssssirrrrr, I was absolutely emmereffing correct, was  naught Mizz lovely Blake??????????? No Professor KAKU SIUR, don’t tell me this ain’t switching. Today, at this computer, the word program spell-check system NO LONGER HAS THE WORD IN THEIR DICTIONARY OF GODDESSDAMN, I just now had to freaking add it, along with omissions, switching’s, hacks, Julian and Julia small TV sets owned by poverty me or wealthy Britswipe with looney grandpop, and so much more!!!!!!! LIKE SUPER ASS WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WO-WO-WO-WOWSER WOWSER WO-WO, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

Yes people I am fighting literally here 4 my very kitty chewing life, and this is not one wee bit of a joke, an exaggeration, or a slit huffing bunt tapping made up fish tale, not one tiny wee butt bit of it. When I told Mister McGinty whom I had worked under at Mars print shop back in 1977, that I could now explain to him something that he and everyone there in 1977 wanted to understand about me, and wanted to do just that, up in 1996 shortly after I had moved into my Somerdale death house, he said he wanted to meet up and I can then tell him all about it. But some cousins in his family, and very powerful and wealthy Atlantic City attorney women, contacted his wife, and told her that her hubby better not allow me to ever meet with me and talk to me, and yes, tha tis what happened. I may not be able to prove this, but I know it more surely than I know that I am typing on a computer keyboard right now on a middle freaking Thursday afternoon. I know what I know, but not THAT I know. Only Almighty great wonderful PINK-GODDESS can make the claim of “I AM THAT I AM” and it is right there in our bibles to C and read 4 ourselves. Mister Cifaloglio sir, since the past few blogs, many times HAT comes out when I am saying THAT, the “T” is hacked away. Well, are the bus windows hacked too, lovely big Gabby S? If so, worry not, I do not plan on ever allowing the meta-system to be converted into pure energy from an identical matched 260 pounds of physical matter, not in AC-NJ-USA or at Cifaloglio, or anywhere, but still granddaughter of Sara J. Karge, waterworks Sarah Callio Martino, let us look at another extremely friggin’ magical night right there at the transfer-station of Cifaloglio where the fish story of the nets and the fisherman and our LORD telling these guys of fish catching to toss their nets onto the opposite antimatter side and they caught a real ‘doozie-whopper’ amount of fish, right world? Well, Sarah told me in 5-D HS to go to the other side of the warehouse, and then when I did that, I was suddenly instantly magically frikkin’ transported to the following spring time in middle May, and I saw my dead body all slumped over the steering wheel of my automobile.

 

 

END TRANSMISSION, the time is 3:40 Post Meridian.

 

If I am murdered in your county, Sheriff KM, it won’t be good for you as well as me, right great sir????

BTAT--CHAPTER 0017

 

BETAT—CHAPTER 0017

SUBTITLED, BACK 2 THE QUINTESSENTIAL FACETIOUSNESS, AS MY COWARD LOVLIES ARE BACK ON ME AGAIN

Wednesday, January 25, 2023

Blog beginning time is 12:37 Post Meridian

 

 

Well peeps, January has become one BOTBAR day after another. After posting blog chapter 0015 late yesterday afternoon some time, I saw that my cowardly enemy reported the previous blog to the Blogger-Community, despite it all being under the warning of “sensitive content”. Let us examine several things that are at least to me and someone who is not completely brain dead to upper realities that are involved in all things in life. First, as you know unless you truly don’t wish to know, I began this project from where it had left off back in September of last year in 2022. I ran blogs called the 2022 alphabet-tweets, as I knew that at first I may have to keep them shorter than I normally like to do, after all, I am the motor-mouth and thus, the Mountainpen. There are 26 letters in our English alphabet, and so there were 26 blogs where I had carefully planned to lay out the opening for the then following or BEYOND those Twenty-22 Alphabet Tweets, and this of course was abbreviated in a title to simply, BETAT. Now the real SAFET-MAGIC comes into emmereffing play here folks. Be ready please to really receive a total Thaxton-Marcucci 1969 mind blow now!!! When my cowardly wonderful sweet adorable person or group of awesome great caring people out there in Cyber-Village or Cyberville as I shorten it to upon occasion, began to interfere with this Morianity project, it was back on what blog, great loyal peeps out here (Morians)? I’ll help out for those who do not have that wee bit of info right at the top of their heads. IT WAS ON THE 2020 TWEET BLOG “O”. Now what letter in our alphabet is “O”? This is the 15^th letter of the alphabetical order. Now what was my previous blog chapter number on the after, or post, or FOLLOWING the original start-up blogs? It was CHAPTER # 0015. Same blog number, and seeing it a wee bit humorously-biblically, same number in both the OLD as well as the NEW testaments. Am I wrong lovely 1980 shampoo-ad-spot-TV girl? Am I really so darn butt WROOOOOOOOOOONG????? At this time I admit I am left to ponder and wonder if whoever is messing with me, this lovely adorable sweet person or group, is also aware of this B4 doing it, or was it simply just more stuff they did not appreciate being said online, by poor old slob big mouth dirt bag, Sir Mountainpen, seeing it in their eyes of course. In any event, following this with SAFET experience, the blog that I did yesterday would then be cosmically equivalent to P (16), and this blog would be of course, Q (17). So you can bet your butts folks that when I approach the next time of potential disaster based on the ‘old testament 2020 blogs’, I’ll even be extra mother flowering careful to keep my material more plain and generic. Still, MAGNESONIC will be scanning with zero dimensional technology to do what needs 2B done to protect this project and fight this “HATEVER” deal that is out there interfering with Morianity. IPYT lovely muscles-monique-2009, mahm!!!! But allow me now to finalize the point of what already was done on that day of real SUPER-TERROR-4-THE-MOUNTAINPEN, the day B4 yesterday when this was going down and beginning, and the day of the cowardly-reporting. I say cowardly as I offered on these blogs, to personally speak to whoever has a problem with my words and maybe we can come to a meeting of the minds, but no, they would rather be scree-hiding-cowards, so fine, I gave them a chance to be human beings. My SPACE-BAR-HACKING s very bad on this particular computer, no matter when I use it, by the way peeps. But back to finalizing my SAFET stuff, and how it connects into this cowardly individual or peeps of more than one perhaps. When I experienced my wild powerful spiritual experience in Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG, in the middle of December in the year of 1969, I lived at apartment #O-15 Dellway Arms; and it was situated on Oakland Avenue. But let us examine the actual apartment number here, shall we great peeps? O-15, O the 15^th letter, and then 15 itself, in fact, the great owners of ‘the joint’, Mister Steve W sir, intentionally and most definitely naught Mizz Blake, internally; created this sixteen unit structure to have these individual apartment numbers to have both the letter and then followed by its actual alphabetical ordered transposition number, such as apartment 2 would be apartment 2B, and apartment 16 would be apartment 16P. I was O15, and most likely to this very day those living in this 16-unit structure if still in existence, use that same mailing address as I did in 1969 through and up until the final day of February in 1975 when I moved out of there with help from Patty, Steve, and of course we cannot forget the one and only Santa. Those who wrote and believe wholeheartedly in the Diagnostic Statistical Manuel, or the great psych book (DSM), followed by a number that grows one higher, with every new and revised edition, proving they are not some know-it-all-gods, right Doctor Skoda of Law & Order television show, will of course refuse to see what I am saying as anything other than delusional schizophrenic magical-thinking? Fine, they have a right to believe what they do, as do I, kind folks. B4 we close out this point of most recent SAFET-STUFF, kind lads and lassies out here, let me give you a wee bit on interesting info now on those letter-number transposition real estate apartment owners from those sixties/seventies times, the great Chelsey and Alloway. People, I absolutely know, based on extensive research for two decades into the past of my entire life, and how all things within the structure of my life and dealings with those around me, fits into a grand scheme larger picture of the powerhouse subatomic truths. These C&A landlords and owners of the DELLWAY ARMS Apartments, were beyond any shadow of any doubt, IMHO of course and not legally provable by me so I must add in ‘that other clause, ole’ pal Santa’, RO’s. We will move on with this and related other stuff, at later times, but we must move on as I have been living on this blog for the entire month of emmereffing January as you all must be totally aware of, and I do in fact have a life and errands, and other bull mitt to do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

The Bible contains numerous words spoken by our wonderful LORD JESUS CHRIST. In most bibles, these words are all in red lettering, as is mine, and mine is and always was and will be, the King James Version (KJV) as they all call it now for short. Now one powerhouse quote in particular is when HE said to us as well as those living back a couple millennium ago in time and without any howling Atlantic City-WAYV-roof-dogs involved; “When the world hates you, don’t be concerned, you must be doing something right, and remember that the world hated ME FIRST!!!!!!!!! This is not a 100 percent quotation but it is a definite paraphrase, so look it up in your New Testament Bibles for yourselves, Boy oh boy, Frank Capra and Uncle B. Now when I got to the library, I had to park far away, and the entire area is totally jammed with activities. This is the way my life has been going all year, it is not turning out good at all for me as I hoped it may. I prayed my butt off folks, and the Almighty Singularity refused to lift a finger for me, so them, WEIN-SOSO-WEIN? I managed to ask if there is some filter on the machines upstairs that I use to blog on that would not allow me to pull up the 0015 chapter B4I left here yesterday. The computer downstairs does take a user to even that, so it has not been pulled off. Still, I am going to resume tamer and less vulgar and harsh sounding blogs. I plan to go to WIX or something similar, and get me the cheapest website available, the WIX has a cheap version for 16 bucks a damn month. I won’t be intimidated or stopped by this lovely wonderful adorable nice person or group from heavenly subtitles out there!!!! I am starting to believe Sir SWAP who insists it is family. He says she did this to me at the apartment with the nabe next to me that obliterated my entire life, and now she is moving in for the kill. After all, the guy next door in unit #605 was indeed Spanish. The joke is of course was on my dad’s side, so am I, despite it only showing up in hot humid weather with my hair if I do not visit a barbershop enough. You can see it on my photo when it was long back in oh-6 when I had that cheap photo-bucket thing done at some damn copier store nearby my residence up in Jersey. How else could my dad have access to secret people and museums and learned so many hidden things about how to find all of those Spanish Galleon ships that sank in great past century hurricanes? Wake up world. Still Detective L&O-Briscoe, I refuse to believe for certain that my kid has hurt me this much, but SWAP may be correct, and so how can I know? How can any one of us ever know anything for sure, unless we in fact DO KNOW???????? I have taken her out of the will, because deep down, I do think he is right. Ain’t life just so dern grand, Sir Roth? Another one of his great sayings B4 leaving this veil of horrific dern tears peeps, is “That’s not 2 swift”. Nothing in my entire goddess dern life is, right world?????????? At any time if I am taken completely down off this BLOGGER DOT COM WEBSITE, in violation of my constitutional rights by these gods of silicon garbage valley, and I cannot even get someone on their computer to go to a last comment area to post a link to my new stuff; then I hope those who follow me, and do not wish to be defeated by this lovely puke out here stopping me, RIGHT DOWN4B IT IS MAYBE TOO LATE, WRITE DOWNMY CELLPHONE NUMBER FROM HERE, (772) 708-3607. Call me and I will share the new WIX-link or wherever I go. Friends have done all they can for me, we have tried relentlessly to contact the blogger community, and have them e-mail me, or even comment on the blog, and tell me what I can no longer say or do here; as it is beyond unclear 1967 Mack Kaiter camp meanings here, right PINK GODDESS (PINK RODD GODD)? The TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS are blocking my mind (mind hack) so I am unable to think of that word that I was told I don’t really know the meaning  of, but unclear and many meanings is the same thing, unless ignorant people from Northeast, Maryland-USA are involved in the dern butt mix of course. UC folks, I am imagining, and to quote Sir Arthur Crane back in 1991 at TCE; very little if any of this, Mister Camp Counselor Kaiter MEANINGS! So museum secrets, and television shows, and Mister Roy Carl Weiler Senior coworkers at great CIFALOGLIO HAT WM trash companies, all notwithstanding here, when the great Otammite folks heard me talking onto my life journal back in the late summertime of oh-9 at Cifaloglio. They panicked and really believed that I was planning to cause a matter-antimatter explosion from the Harrah Casino of Atlantic City on one magical day. Of course I had no such thing in mind. The Manitou inside of me does not wish to die, it has absolutely no astral essence, and is just as scared to perish as the Manitou inside anyone of you out there. I was only testing to get a frikkin’ reaction, Sir Ron ADA Wirtz of TPB-1994, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! Hey, EH City of Jersey is as magical as it gets, and if Cuzz Leticia is really MC in a transdimensional copied existence via some magical trick even beyond the awareness of the Mountainpen, all I can say is that I would not to be within 500 universes of the resulting handshake between the two girls, as the odds are 50-50 that time surrounding their magnetic fields may in fact be running in two opposing directions and if so, then all of their matter, about 260 pounds of it would instantly be converted into pure energy and this would cancel, out every single atom in the entire metaverse. But I am not worried about cupcake switches right now or summer time family trips ‘to the PP-shore’, or whatever, ‘Bob Andrews-1975 and future Federal Congressman’; and so what does concern me right now is RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! See how rational and sane that I truly am, you psych weirdos and DSM followers? Right now I am going through another super mother freaking horrendous year, just when I was hoping I was pulling a tiny wee bit out of this gash dern butthole nightmare. All those years in recurring wild dreams, trying to find schools there in town, and then came the future when it all began to fit so incredibly dern Pennock-Perfectly, huh Sir Bruce. He was McDowell’s little **** in the mouth, not mine, oh world! Speaking of McDowell and those days and future days of his career in the FCC, I have my letter and today, IT WILL BE IN THE GODDESSDAMN MAIL. So go much on those turd stones, U lovely great enemies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

I think that someone who is in this library is another Campbell’s Soup deal of 1969, a RO. I think that person made the computers all crash around me that day, but I do not suspect any exact employee, but one of them has to be. I’ve been dealing with this stuff ever since it got real bad in the late 1980’s. Let me discuss the RO situation, Tommy Krassle, shall we? I believe that library computers that staff uses can keystroke-worm into the ones we the patrons all use. From there, they just hit a key at their office area and POW, it is as though I on these machines were to hit keys that would make the word program go suddenly off with unsaved changes. I also believe the filtering system is why they can access my otherwise inaccessible blogs, such as what occurred yesterday with me here upon posting the 0016 blog and then seeing that red triangle again on my dashboard at BLOGGER on the prior blog 0015 DELLWAY-SAFET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIKE WO-WOW-WO-WOW-WOWSER-WOWSER-WOWSER-WO-WO-WO-WO Someone here who works for the county also is a RED JOHN NSA-CIA-RO (registered operative). This is the same exact thing you will hear for yourself on that final episode of the first season of Jenny Hewitt’s fantastic TV-show, “Ghost Whisperer”. After the great plane disaster and the National Transportation Safety Board agent speaks to lovely Mizz Melinda Gordon, he says to her, “RU registered”? That means in real life, R-U-A REGISTERED OPERATIVE of the agency? Let me quickly move a little further here with some reasonable speculation. Taking the NSA-CIA-RO initialing here, we arrive at SARO. This is just like SORA which is the NJ test for security officers taken mandatorily every 24 months should they wish to remain a bonded legal security officer and work at that profession anywhere. This scrambling of vowels just works too perfectly for me to do a Raspberry Dreams here and ignore it. I do not say it means some absolute thing, only that yes, it is ‘impossible-2-ignore’, to quote that talented great musical group of the early 90’s, ‘RD’. SORA-SARO, it is a mere reversal of the two vowels. I only saw this myself after first writing down on yes, a little yellow sheet of paper, lovely Mizz 2007 Copyright Examiner, ‘oh boy’, Chester-Frank; and then seeing the unmistakable thing for myself. I honestly don’t ever look for monsters, they simply appear to me, something perhaps Mizz Hewitt’s show-character can totally frikkin’ identify with here, right folks? I did naught, lovely Mizz 1983 Blake, call Frank Chester just 2B cute, funny, or nasty. I try to get along with peeps, I am not ever looking for fights, IPYT. I am way to old, sick, flabby, and weak to start stuff with anybody, lovely Mizz AT&T Abbey Carmichael, mahm. Sir Paul Evans Pedersen, lovely FLO Progg, told me to call him Chester. So I did, © Office, so to Dogtown with all little yellow sheets of paper. Let them all lose their dern jobs, Detective L&O Sir Ed Green, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No world, I saw the vowel rearrangement after I was jotting notes down on my little legal pad, Mizz Librarian of 2007 Congress. Yes after, POST, and most definitely naught B4, oh lovely Mizz Phone Company Blake, and at any time of the dern day or the night, YO YO YO BRAH!!!

 

 

For three days now I have two messages in to me’ geek from Staples, and maybe he is on vacation. If naught, then I will have to go to the next step of calling or driving back to Staples, to see Y this is happening, but he may be on vacation so I won’t sweat it big huge butt hyper-time until after a week or so passes. I plan to not only get running at my residence to avoid all of this hassle and hellishness, but also, I will need help with the WIX website or whatever, B4 blogging onto it will become possible. I have mother flocking civil and constitutional rights to tell my story and get it out there, as it is not libel or slander because being totally true and real and 100% accurate, literally creates a LEGAL DEFENSE against that argument and I genuinely welcome any son of a beach out there to challenge me in court, as I have dreamed of fighting this enemy in a court of law for nearly four solid goddessdamn decades now, folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If for whatever reason the world keeps changing and I am stopped from telling my story, the first thing that I will do is escape and leave this horrendous place, the USA. Why they hate me and have destroyed and obliterated my entire life, is only known by the LORD JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY, that much I do know beyond one tiny wee small shadow of doubt, great lads and lassies, and yes, THE SPACE-BAR HACKING is off the dials bad on this particular computer or mouse function on it. Yes peeps, if I stopped with Morianity, then the first thing that I’ll do is make a quick strategic mother flowering exit ouddahele, Mister Harry Baseball-Announcer Callas, oh kind Sir. Take that folks, straight to the great and awesome and with no subtitles involved here, Toronto dominion Bank! No question about it nor any subtitles either, this is indeed the world’s most wonderful bank. They have always been more than fair with me and I have already told at least five things that pertain to my statement and claim made by me right now on this blog. Anyone with any account at all should consider switching over to this fantastic bank, TODAY without any further delay, so how’s that for a plug, Mister Latengrate Regis Philbin of the PK-Persecuted Club. Paula treated him like trash and is way more paranoid than I am. He was so nice to her and then she said afterwards that she thought what he had said was a threat. All he said was that he wished her well and good luck, and to be vigilant. All peeps should be vigilant, it is just good sound Bizz, in today’s butthole world, for crissing out loud, YO YO YO!!!!! All these Atlantic City peeps are paranoid crazy freaky insane people. I would literally sell my proverbial soul to the proverbial devil to have never run into any of them, nor ever had remembered one thing about SARAH, and thus began that nightmare search and quest to locate her in 1996.

 

 

When I walked out of this library yesterday evening, it was not quite dark yet. The worst emmereffing ‘chemtrail siege’ in many years was waiting for me. I have not been under this totally frikkin’ of a death siege in years and years and years, and without any Ann King Silva’s or medical conditions being at all involved here in this total nightmare mess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then shortly after being home and eating my dinner and starting to attempt relaxing with my videos and ROKU-TV, POW, the enemies struck this poor pathetic helpless pitiful sick old frikkin’ man, with a powerful HAVANA DEATH SONIC BOOM ASSAULT, or whatever they use to blow my dern butthole bowels totally apart, causing horrendous diarrhea and pain. If some legitimate condition was happening and my body was merely suffering from some weird type of intestinal illness, then why did this all begin for me one day in August of 1986 at the very same time the evil wicked SATANIC MISOE did also, and why after nearly forty years of this now, have I NOT LONG AGO PERISHED AND DIED, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO???? Come on peeps, you all know I am speaking powerful ugly monstrous horrible dern butt-wipe truths here. You know it, and I know you all know it too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also I swear under this voluntary TRUTH-OATH right now, with legal consequences of life imprisonment, should any part of this story and claim be an intentional direct lie or any type of deception on my part. I swear on my USA citizenship, and my endless and eternal love and loyalty for my GOD, the great Sarah Krassle PINK-RODD-GODD!!!!!!!!!! Whether this poisoning and health attack on me since the middle 1980’s now, is being done with a chemical poison, a sound wave energy system, or some other type of death beam weaponry owned and controlled by the NSA-CIA-RO, is anyone’s BEST GUESS AND GUEST, with or without any assists from lovely and now Latengrate Mizz green-dress-Mary Tyler Moore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So let me now quickly tell you something B4 this blog will end for today, peeps. B4 getting into it, I know that jet fuel is a toxic poison, and when airplanes wish to dump it out in high places of the sky, it is both allowable and it instantly freezes into the vapors that we all see and label as contrails or jet vapor trails. What makes a contrail is an extra ingredient that many conspiracy theory peeps are all endlessly buzzing about and none of them know to this very day exactly what is going on, check the zillions of videos on the YouTube when you type in simply, CHEMTRAILS. Despite this stuff being poisonous and toxic, it is allowed 2B dumped from planes. They figure that a safe amount when all averaged out is just the accepted risk that we must all be willing to take if we choose to enjoy participating in the age of flying and jets. But when an unusual amount of this stuff is dumped day after day in one area or around the person on the SHAGPEL to be injured and persecuted by this diseased wonderful subtitled evil, then what would otherwise be acceptable, becomes deadly, and hurts us, with the two major effects being damage of our bowels and digestion, as well as heart problems such as deadly arrhythmias, and ever since my nightmare began on August the 15^th back in 1986, this was all a ruthless hellish part of it, YO YO YO YO ME’ BRAHHHHHHHH!!!! So back B4 the nabe to my west moved in who I blogged and told about when I returned from the Best Buy Store at Vero Beach, Florida, back on that day last year, and ran into her and we got talking and she promised all sorts of stuff and then totally just ‘scumbagged out on me’ which is nothing new under this post 8-1986 hell I’m living with; I had a guy about my age or maybe a few years younger, who lived there. Every single time that the enemies (MISOE) struck me hyper-huge with their HAVANA-death weapon assaults, be it from chemtrail poisoning, sonic weaponry or whatever type of death beam strikes used by them; I would notice the following morning that his pants were laying out on his porch and hanging over his balcony. Not living with this problem as I have, and for the most part have a lot of it under control now, such as knowing not to ever frikkin’ cut a fart unless my body does not have a certain feeling where I know it was struck by their assault. He would be totally unaware of any of this of course, and so he obviously crapped his drawers and so he washed them in a sink or bath shower obviously. Then he would dry them over the balcony railing. Now this happened every single time that I suffered major health-assaults by this diseased lovely subtitled SPACEFORCE (MISOE)!!!!!!!!!!! Finally an after only living there for a year at the most, I think it was even less, he moved the Dogtown out of there, Mister Baseball Harry Announcer Callas Sir, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! SO WOW THAT.

 

 

Now for the mind boggling nightmare that occurred right B4 this monstrous and beyond outlandish MISOE ASSAULT began for me a week or so ago, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!! I only told you all that the nightmare began this for me, and I never told you about the actual hyperspace interaction itself, so now it is time to do just frikkin’ that peeps. I have told on many blogs and some very recently how there are two ways for dreams to finish us off in our sleep, we will never awaken from them, as we literally are stuck in the dream-world, forever and ever, and yes, resembling the hell on Earth existence of Mountainpen. One of these two types are when we go from dream to dream and we know that we are going to sleep and waking, and yet still are in this wild cycle of ‘dreaming’. We are literally going deeper and deeper into the ‘dream-world’ so to speak. It cannot be escaped from if gone too far. The other type is endlessly repeating the same attempted thing and then realizing that you believed you had finally awakened and still the thing you were attempting to do was not being achieved. Most of the time, with me, this is an attempt to turn a light on and get out of darkness. Only the light never comes on and eventually, I come to realize that I ONLY THOUGHT THAT I HAD WOKE UP, but had not, and this cycle and horrendous hellish process goes on and on. I shared this with the lovely Mizz Patricia Neckbites Hollister Howard once on a long telephone conversation with her, from 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, in Lindenwold, NJ, back in May of 1975. I had been having these horrendous nightmares ever since beginning to use the great FASCITAR that she put me onto. What I’ll never forget until the die I die, if I am ever able to accomplish that feat, whoever is retracing and hacking on the photon wall, huh lovely Lightning-DZA, is what she told me after I told her all about these nightmares? She told me that she knew a lady who was the most powerful person in the word and who lived in India. Her friends were the ones who actually helped some Hollywood producers begin that fantastic television show that all of us watched and loved so much, Kung Fu, with Sir David Caradine, whose name is most likely misspelled here and I was unable to get a Spell-Check proper respelling of it, I’m sorry. She said that she was told by this lady from India that two powerful things were part of her destiny, and even Patty was unable to entirely figure out what she had “meant”. One was that her little toddler daughter was a part of something beyond HUUUUUUUUGE, and the other was that something pertaining to cycle dreams was all a part of that same mix as well. Then she described what I can only say is mind boggling on total steroids. She said that if more than magical-12 cycles happens, you cannot ever awaken again. You’re done, toast! I will follow up on this and a whole lot more, later on, if allowed. If not, call me, and I will give you information about my website on WIX or wherever it ends up. I cannot go on being endlessly intimidated by some cowardly group or sicko person out here who is hell bent on stopping the BOM project. It is way too dern important to be thwarted and stopped.

 

 

 

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WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA, M-MCN SIR!