BTAT—CHAPTER 0010
Thursday, January 12, 2023
I have been under
some wicked ‘MISOE’ death siege,
and it all started with that crap in the government with electing that stupid
republican speaker; and the final
vote that McCarthy was able to get, was because the enemies
assaulted me HUUUUUUUUUGELY, Senator Sanders,
kind sir. I know you know this is all the truth, sir. They could not
get it to happen until ‘BAM’, Chef Emeril
sir, as they began to really assault poor parallel
event picked on since summer-1986 Mister Mountainpen, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO!!!! If I had not asked the librarian here to check on this document, I
would not be saving to my USB (E)-drive, as I always forget to click on that
one damn thing, Captain Spock-Whales of 1986. I need to scroll a bar down and
click on this and this is what I forget to do when suddenly a red print notice
appears atop of the screen monitor saying something failed to properly
function. Now this was going on super-hyper big time during the pre-Gulf wars,
and those two damn ass military operations with the
Dark Shadows/Donna Summer internally made initials, and we ALL KNOW
THIS, unless we’re damn ass retarded, YO ME’ BRAHHHHHHHH!!!! Anyone who denies
these truths is a blatant outright liar. I on the other hand have absolutely no
futhermucking reason to sit here lying on this blog to the
world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I swear these things are totally true and real and not
the product of delusional insanity, and anyone at any time in legitimate
authority is free to polygraph and Pentothal-truth drug me, so do it,
YO!!!!!!!!!! U all have no concept of how much I
wish to prove this nightmare hell I’m in to the world, so
do it futhermuckers, do it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is the same thing with all
of my wild claims that I’ve made online with just over 17-YEARS now of the
‘BOM’ (Blogs Of
Mountainpen).
Both my mother and my best pal Mister David Roth died supposedly in
their sleep, and my mother actually was brought back
as technology in these times allows us to do as we all know, but if anyone
wishes and chooses to think and believe that this is a purely random
happenstance dual-event, go ahead you moron idiots. They both were asleep and POW, they were
assaulted by some type of magical subatomic force (left-spinning energies),
that mean none of the human race one small bit of good, EVER! Both
happened two years apart, good old number two, and on top of that, they both
died in the first week of the electrical (MARCH) month. They were the only 2
people in my life, as my orbit is always small, not consisting of a lot of
close peeps. Yes, I have known and been associated with a truly
HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE orbit of folks throughout the past half century in me’ whittle
life, but not closely. David Roth and me’ mom were the only two close peeps to
me in those times of the very ending of the previous century and then into the
starting of this current 21st century. We will most assuredly be
getting into the details to these things later on, but I wish to talk about powerful
other shullbit for right now, kind folks. Last night folks, I had wild a
powerful dream that I just was telling you all about this type of dreaming on
the previous blog; the type or one of the two types actually, that indeed is
able to kill us (in our sleep), Dave Roth and sweet whittle adorable mommy,
YO Paula King and Sarah Callio of the
Atlantic City
Witches Coven of NJUSAESMWG. !!!!!!!! I was not running
for the light but even though my semi-waking mind was fully aware that there is
no light to turn on in my north bedroom as there was in that Oaklyn apartment,
where I had this exact same type of nightmare upon many various times. But I
was still in my mind trying to wake up and each time I got closer, ‘in my mind’
to the light-switch that of course would not operate a light, only a fan; I was slowly working
my way towards coming back to waking life, and out of the fifth dimensional hyperspace.
The exact thing that scares us in these types of
dreams, and yes I’ve researched this quite extensively, as well as
spoken to others who’ve experienced them; and it appears that it is simply not allowed to ever be remembered in any
true and meaningful way upon finally waking. When something is too
powerful in either hyperspace or on the Astral-Plane, the conscious mind does a
memory repression, not allowing it to have any space on that level of thought. We
have discussed earlier on prior blogs about how our brain actually assigns some
things into these lower and sub-con zones, keeping
only the things that we need for proper living here in the waking world around
us. To quote Sir Ziggy Malyeska from summer
time in 1969, “That’s the way it goes”. But my ‘pernt’ here Sir Archibald Bunkerqueens is very
simple. In Purgatory, things for me are happening, and they are a part of some
gigantic reality or higher truth, and no one world of physicality is ever able
to contain our true being-ness in just merely one dimension, or one 3-D reality.
So all of our doubles in the entire dream-realm are a part of the reflected
image of the Astral Plane’s higher realty and truth. Even Doctor Billy Graham was somehow aware of this
powerful truth. He spoke on several of his crusades back in the
previous century of how our “soul” is too large to be fully contained in our ‘human
life’. Dreams are too complex to tackle in one blog or
in one entire year of blogs, so you will have to bear with me as this
continues to move along, folks. I will now tell you
what my daughter Merry said to me in that university area that resembled
the University of Pennsylvania from several days back that I said on a prior
blog that I did not wish to discuss. This is not a precise quote but in a
paraphrase here, she said that “my ‘shoebox’ was my non-Volvo-Saturn, and
ha-ha, we have it now”. Then her second and final sentence to me went along the
lines of, “those two letters in your 1997 dream are just that, letters, not my
initials as you once believed but the letters of 18-14 need to be divided by
two in order to show the year of the dreams”, and that is a quote, the part of “in
order to show the year of the dreams”, and that is a quote, the part of “in order to show the year of the dreams”. When I
awoke, it took me a few minutes to understand this. Yes if we take the 18-14, and divide
both sides by the (2) number, we do
indeed arrive at 9-7 or the year in the 19-hundreds of 97
(1997). This truly upset me, and I
wasn’t going to tell about this; but because of yesterday’s major hellishness
and death siege, I
have broken and altered my original decision of not to tell this to you,
my Blogaudians. Indeed, and as Merry said to me
in this wild dream near the potato chip factory and magical school, which in
truth is the (Atlantic
County Detention Center) in Egg Harbor City, from ‘zillions of recurring
dreams’ from my past in the 20th century that I continued having; 1997
was the year of so many of my mind blowing ‘non Russ-Marcucci’ dreaming
interactions pertaining to all of the entire insane mess from Earthly-Dogtown.
I did naught ask for this Mizz Blake of AT&T,
any more than I asked for what went down in May of 1983, and then persisted
endlessly thereafter, YO! But you can see that my Saturn car, as it truly was
part of my mind boggling time trip that I experienced back at the Highview
Apartments in 1996, was part of the conversation in this incredible dream back a
few nights ago, with good ole’ lovely Merry at age ten. I only, in waking life,
had interactions with her, when she was age two,
age fourteen, and age sixteen, and yes I said only 14 and 16
in a recent blog, SOSO-WEIN, more MIND-HACKS.
They made me forget that major road trip with my ‘Aunt non-Bruth-HACK’, in 1972
up to the north shore of Long Island, the dog walking, the spurious flash toy,
and without any decades later ghost TV-shows with other small children, such as
Aiden, huh lovely Mizz Jennifer Love Hewitt????????!!!! No HACKERS, naught
1872, it was in 1972. I doubt that Merry was 102 years old then. How I love
these BH-hackers!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ain’t life just so grand, Sir DCR?
I spoke way too soon
peeps, regarding my utility assaults that are being by these diseased sicko
miserable MISOE’s. My ROKU is being messed with endlessly, I am being thrown
off and sent back to the homepage as I am watching shows, I am being slow and
delay hit, I am getting stopped from watching shows I like and it just goes
into ad spots and then back to a row of show-boxes and when I click onto the
remote to watch, another ad spot, and the cycle just continues endlessly. I will be
complaining to the mother flocking Federal Communications Commission as I did
B4 with the Comcast peeps, and this stopped my problem with that. Speaking
of that, the freaking November 17, 2022 incident was my own fault. I had no
idea that canceling out a phone to switch to another carrier automatically
caused the old system to disconnect at a random time that no one any control
over. I was told that I should have gone into the Comcast Store to begin with
in order to switch to them for my new service provider. That would have saved
me a near heart attack and real hellishness, but who tells us old stinking
dumb-ass farts anything in this new digital age of HELL??????????????? Yes
world, a couple days ago, the old provider/carrier peeps telephoned me
following my FCC-complaint and this was very nicely explained to me, and yes, I will B sending the
FCC a new letter, telling them to withdraw my complaint along with this entire story. Still, I sure wish this new world would somehow get these needed
information-bites to us dummy-peeps like me, so that we don’t all end up
futhermucking dying of strokes and nasty-ass heart attacks sooner or later!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It’s no different than my idea of having every third of the 12-year educational
grade system be visited in a school assembly hall, explaining to students the proper
police interaction and provide a wee bit of basic road-stop education, and
especially in the poorer and predominantly non-Caucasian neighborhoods. It
would have saved this world a whole darn lot of problems, and I know this; but
nobody ever listens to me, and I’ve been soap-box preaching this ever since I
began blogging seventeen freaking years ago. I simply am taking what actually
did happen in my old high school B4 going to Cooley Hall, the Haddon Township High
School. They had the Transit Company that was just about to complete a rail
line in the area with a dangerous hot live wire 3rd rail track
system, come to the school and we were assembled in the assembly hall and were
told all about the dangers of ever touching that 3rd rail. I know
that this saved some lives. Of course, Mister McGrath being sent to see my
beautiful coil in the Timeless Purgatory would have saved me from receiving a whole
lot of my bullying woes, but then, that wasn’t very nice now was it folks?
Yesterday I
had to go to me’ Primary Care Provider, or my doctor, as we
all said back when I was younger and times were so much better in the previous
damn ass century. From the second that I left the park where I reside, a nasty chopper dogged
me, and it went on the entire time until I arrived home where continued
persecution continued. This heavy death siege of course is all part
of the ‘ICPE-APE’ bunt tapping rock chucking dog stench, that endlessly causes the
goddamn stock market and DJIA endlessly soar to the
stars, ‘UP-UP-AND AWAY’ and yes, without any futhermucking beautiful
songs, balloons, or high views or shoe making boxes of magical apartments in
trans-dimensional-hyperspace. This has been going on now ever since August of
1986, and for 17 goddamn years, I have blogged this and told this to all of
you. A few or at least one person out here is of course doing all they can to
SHUT ME UP, and yes, AS WELL AS DOWN, and a seeming contradiction would yawl
naught agree???!!!! Do it Sir Chester-FRANK, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”! My siege
yesterday was very bad, utility and areal and other things as well, such as
what actually spuriously transpired at my dock’s office. First, this
persecuting chopper that stalked and followed me the entire day, crash level
dive bombed the doctor place just as the nurse or whatever they’re called in
this new world, called me in from the waiting area, and a coincidence that’s beyond
my toleration-range, oh lovely Mizz Abigail Carmichael, the role played by
lovely Mizz Angie Harmon on “Law & Order” TV-show.
The doctor, who I have known for nearly the entire damn time that I have now
resided here in this wuvwee ‘Flower-Land-USA’ that is AKA (FLORIDA), acted like
he did not even KNOW ME AT ALL. He introduced himself to me, and I said back to
him, “I know you doctor and have been a patient here for a very long time” He then
said nothing. He asked me some strange questions, such as, “What are U doing
with your time”? This exact question was never phrased
to me in any medical situation in my entire life, and I have known many wild doctor and lab-tech peeps, have I
NAUGHT, LOVELY MIZZ AT&T BLAKE, MAHM????????!!!!????!!! Wanna’ chime
in here Mister Macy, with your wonderful ‘bank-truck WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW’? The medical
care that I receive is monstrous. They don’t care or give a hoot-pollute if I
live or die. If I was living back in Jersey, I would be writing to the state
capitol over these nightmare experiences that I am forced to endure in my old
age. I am a sick old man and to quote beautiful and awesome Mizz Diana Ross
from when she telephoned me in May of 1983 that magical wild day in my Atco
home at 134 Norris Avenue, “I don’t need this, no how, no nothing”,
and she was hanging up while saying the final word so it sort of half breaks
off, and all while the ‘Privecode Machine’ was doing its counting-thing in the
damn ass background. It’s all recorded for the entire world to hear, and © Copyrighted too-2-two-TOW!!!!!!!!!! Now Bringing
these nightmare recent times to a close here, the markets are racing ahead
because of all of this crapola starting up against me again, beginning with the
day B4 the final McCarthy garbage government vote. Harass me in order to get their damn ass
way, and this has been an ongoing nightmare now for more than three mother
trucking dozen years. I am totally damn beyond mitt huffing ticked off at this, and
the real problem is a bible scripture claiming that NOBODY can experience
something here on this Earth that is uncommon to the rest of humankind, it is
right there and for those who doubt it, ask your damn minister to show you
chapter and verse, YO!!!!! This ICPE-APE crapola for more than three dozen years NOW, is
totally a disproving reality to scripture as I read it, further
making me wonder about such thing as why the details for seeking and finding
wisdom is also not there in scriptures. But this is not omission here in my
case, this is total scriptural violation, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! We will
get more into all of this, as I know that a whole lot is wrong, and it is because
of things too far out and beyond fantastic; and the
same fawces governing all of us on this planet right now, and that
are preventing anyone of you from getting their desired UFO-ALIEN-INFO, are
preventing me from getting totally to the bottom of my nightmare situation. I
know all of this so much, that if the Lord Jesus were
here, and told me I am wrong, then I WOULD CALL HIM A DAMN LIAR!!!!!!!!!!
That is how sure I am, and you’d B2 all of U if any of U were me and were going
through all of this nightmare hellishness!!!!!!!!!!!!! Of course HE would
naught say this because IT IS ALL TRUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Russel
Thaxton story is powerful, because not only was he a
product of rape, but then he too was sexually molested by a crazy thirtyish in
age hippy lady over at Doctor Goodfellow’s Haddonfield, NJ-USA home in late
December of 1969 or maybe right shortly after New Year’s Day in 1970 somewhere,
as my memory of the exact date has left me. But do I believe his being molested
was some pure simple cosmic accident outside of the true fact that there is no
such thing any time that is purely accidental? No I do naught, lovely Mizz 1983
Blake. He had to come over to my apartment that late night, or early morning
around one, in order to get me to burn my book of the beach that for short, I simply
call and refer 2 as my BOB; and thus this indeed is what happened. If the BOB
had naught been burned up, this juvenile version of MORIANITY, I fully truly
believe wholeheartedly that my entire life would have been so significantly
altered by that one thing that many things would B entirely different today all
over this entire damn ass world, YO BRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!! Now he was a product of
rape as sixteen years B4 the time in question now in late 1969, his father
raped some girl, I think in Philadelphia, and then he was born nine months after
that. I too of course indeed had my goddamn ass share of molestation. I was
molested at the NJNPI while extremely ill, and locked up in what they called a ‘seclusion-room’.
I believe I know which attendant lady did it, and it was done to me at least three
times; but I was extremely delirious, and although the memory did not surface
until I was residing back in 1993 over at Misses Meeker’s Gibbsboro, NJ-USA
home, on Route (potato chip non-Julia White factory) 561; I know now it
happened. I was also molested by a Collingswood jeweler even though it was only
naked ass spanking but more than enough today for a nice long stay at the gray-bars
hotel, and Dave Sleaze-Speas my classmate at HTHS upon four occasions, and at
the Trinidad by the Quoddy Mocker girl gang led by gorgeous and dangerous Mizz
Paula Wildgirl King, and of course Mizz Patricia
H Hollister H. Still, the ocean murals, and me speaking her name
after another famous memory suppression from months earlier in Atlantic City,
and all of these things right down to the Krasse vision television commercial
and psychic visions of future times being announced by me to my mom and her
wild boyfriend Sir S.C. Crown, and on
an don we can go forever, literally, without ever stopping, and all would B
totally true!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then comes the great Shah of Iran or however that
name is spelled, who was truly an American CIA agent, and also a very good
friend of my Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason, wife of Sir Stuart Huntington Mason, me’ mommy’s brother,
and thus me’ uncle!!!!!!!!!!!! The Russ Thaxton
story over at my apartment, has a whole lot to do with the burning
of the BOB-book yes, but it has many other octopus tentacles as well, into all
of this adult-version of MORIANITY. I know for a fact that the SHAW of IRAN, because of things in our Huntington family from 3,000 years
ago; had my cousin Sandra come down on vacation with my mom and me
in 1967, where she met the Quoddy Mocker girl gang in Atlantic City, and then I
was raped by lovely Paula, and then B4 it went down, hung backwards over the 3rd
floor hotel balcony by this wild frightening monstrous teen girl!!!!!! Some things
spoken on the Dark Shadows TV-show, shortly after that,
and through into the times on the show where their Leviathan book was also
burned up; had wild reflections and connections, to quote the great Raspberry Dreams musical
group, that would be “impossible to ignore”. That was one of
the coolest songs ever done, IMHO. You go RD. We will speak more of this on
soon to follow near term future blog texts, IPYT, me’ Morians!!!!!!!!!!
Sir ‘SWAP’, codename, informs me, that if we
take what the FBI did, with my old Griffin Pipe coworker Mizz Helen Harris regarding
the subtle threat that was made to her regarding assisting me in a perfectly
legal way, by one of their agents, along with what was done to me when I wanted
to advance in my career as a security person in the late seventies and was
denied clearance to work at a nuclear plant for being nothing more than a
special education student, along with several other items that are less intense
yet show what he calls a clear-legal-pattern that may have a genuine argument
in their breaking constitutional law in doing all of these to me who had no
criminal record or any subversive history; we should be able to get withiun
half a dozen years of this ate, a nice sweet settlemtnt, not that it woiuld or
could ever even hope to make up for en entire life being totally ruined and
wrecked and utterly destroyed beyond repair; but hey, I’ll gladly take ten
bill, after any taxes and my cut to him and his legal pals in NYC. I’ll take
it, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir CF.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCCC
SCAN ALL
OF MY ENEMIES, USING YOUR ZERO DIMENSIONAL TECHNOLOGY. USING YOUR ATOMIC
DUPLICATIONAL TECHNOLOGY, YOU WILL BE CREATING AN IMAGE OBJECT TO BE EMPOWERED
ON YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK, AND YOU ARE HEARING ME NOW BY WAY OF REPLACEMENT OF
OLD-STYLE AT&T TONE SIGNALS, ELECTRONIC INTERNET THOUGHT TRANSMISSION. USE
ALL GENERAL ORDERS AND SPECIAL ORDERS NEEDED FOR CARRYING OUT THESE INSTRUCTIONS.
SCAN FOR ALL OF MY MILITARY-UFO-FORCE-SPACEFORCE-OTAMMITE ENEMIES THAT ARE
ASSAULTING ME THROUGH PERSECUTION HARASSMENTS OF AIR ATTACKS, HEALTH ATTACKS,
NOISE ATTACKS, UTILITY ATTACKS, MIND INFLUENCE ATTACKS ON ME AS WELL AS THOSE
AROUND ME CAUSING NEGATIVE EVENTS TO COME INTO MY LIFE, AND ALL OTHER HORRIBLE
MONSTROUS STUFF THESE VICIOUS TRASHY SCUM ARE ENDLESSLY PERPETRATING UPON ME AND
HAVE BEEN EVER SINCE THE EIGHTIES DECADE CAME IN. COMPUTER, ON AN “I” TO “D”,
A/B-TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, EMPOWER NOW A TOTALLY CRUSHED
& SINGED IMAGE-OBJECT ON YOUR TRANSPOWER-BLOCK. WHATEVER HAPPENS TO THIS
I-O ON YOUR T-B WILL HAPPEN TO THE ACTUAL SCANNED FILTHY ENEMIES VIA SUBATOMIC
SPOOKY EINSTEINIAN FAWCES!!!!!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-TONE-A
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-TONE-B
GO-2-G-25983764
UNDER CG-45, G-189, AND STOP.
Folks, some
really HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE bull mitt is about to happen now when me’ MAGGIE
counterstrikes there filthy diseased vomit chewing subscummites!!!!!!!!!! IPYT
lovely muscles Monique and many others out here, YOI YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!
END OF
THIS TRANSMISSION, PEEPS, YO!
BLOG STOP TIME IS: 2:02 POST MERIDIAN.
Bye-bye now, brown eyed COW-LEO, GD of SJK
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