BTAT—CHAPTER 0016
Tuesday, January 24, 2023 @ ten past one P.M.
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This is the most horrendous
death siege that I have been under in many years, and maybe in mother fucking
decades of time now folks!!!!! All day yesterday I dealt with the worst utility assault ever
given to me by the evil diseased fucking cunt MISOE scum from HELL (DOGTOWN).
I suffered four computer crashes here yesterday and B4 that I had numerous
machines give me major delay-saves that were obviously trying to discourage me
from saving as the enemies already knew what was in store for me with one crash
after another on two different computers. There is no way to stop this, other than to have my own
system at home, unconnected to internet until saved and control-C ready to be
pasted or control-P into the blogger dot come website. I have a
message in to my Geek guy and he knows to call me in the evenings when he is
available so that we can plan a time appointment for his coming out to my place
to help set me all up. The cost is what it is, and I will do what needs 2B done
there, I do not have a fucking cunt choice in the matter peeps. When I arrived
home yesterday from this library, my ROKU is being fucked with again and so is
the WIFI system, as never B4 did it go off and reboot, and I have had it since
middle autumn of last year now, and this happened around three this
moUUUUUUUUUrning just B4I was about to shut down and get to bed. My brand new
Galaxy phone was not left out of the party from HELL either peeps. I was unable
to answer calls or make tone signals work, and there was no Earthly reason for any of these
major MISOE UTILITY ATTACKS, that began for me in the middle and late nineteen
hundred eighties and never looked mother fucking cunt eating back ever since,
YO BRAHHHHH!!!
Nothing electronic would
properly operate yesterday, and now today, the chemtrails are monstrous and everywhere all over the
skies of FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA-USA in my area, but then,
SOSO-WEIN?????? I was not able to answer a phone call from my pal Mikey down in
Fort Lauderdale but I was able to call out to him. He had been trying to reach
me for days he told me. As with both of us, we do not get our messages many
times and the phones don’t work and no one believes either of us. I tried for
nearly a week a couple weeks ago to reach him and my MISOE-enemies from HELL
did the same thing to his system. It is MCGUIRE PHONE BOOTH AT HIS ATLANTIC CITY BAR ON 2-7-1997 all
over again, right my wonderful Blogaudians out here? This is in
all honesty, THE GODDAMN ABSOLUTE WORST MOTHER FUCKING MONTH AND YEAR THATR I
HAVE EVER HAD SO FAR, RAPIES AND GERMS OF THE METAVERSE!!!!!!!!!!!! This
grouping-label can be thought of as all non-Morians, mostly Lessians and some
of the Inbetweenians! Remember that my new 2023 term of the MISOE is merely a shortened abbreviation for the MILITARY UFO FORCE SPACEFORCE
ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MARK MOHR ENEMIES. This is directly from my 1988 named on the record title given to my
vicious evil diseased twat licking enemies of
DOGTOWN, and then officially made a record of this with the great and mighty
illustrious UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT © OFFICE. My musical projects
that included all of these things were called “Epitome of Harassment”, both “2” and “3”.
What I’ll be getting into today is a follow up on recent stuff along with the
additional fully explained stuff pertaining to just why I many times only open
up a topic and then follow it up later in numerous sections. I know many
secrets, not all of them being those that would stop a person dead and cause a
Tom Speers warp-drive reaction at great past homes of potato chip factory roads
only back west a number of miles from that area in the one and only GIBBsboro
in Jersey. I mentioned how we can anything and randomly make selections such as
if we have large extensive personal libraries containing audio and or video
material. Then how reality around us goes instantly onto correspond with that
selection in an ever present connection that is not in our imaginations. The
same thing exists in various forms as well. For one example here, back in the
starting times of this 17-year blogging project, I began discussing what few
mortals of this time know anything about, and is called the “MILLIONTH COUNCIL”. Suddenly a few comments came
in and actually a dialogue also between a couple people regarding the blog on
some source that right now escapes my memory, and some person accused me of
“making it all up as I went along”. This person was not incorrect yet failed to
understand a powerful truth that she nearly had uncovered regarding our lives
in general. WE
ALL make it up as we go along. It is called, LIVING OUR LIVES.
Are you all totally endlessly beyond dense for crissing out loud? Yes we are
all relearning and endlessly unraveling, or at least trying to; all the things
of our surroundings from our birth right up to our death, or at least that is
what we should all be trying to do. Come on, gimme’ a mother fucking break,
willya’? All Mighty Singularity; wake up people, YO!!!!!!!! Sure the entire
Morianity is doing this, and so are any of you unless you’re more goddamn
braindead than Archie Bunker’s son in law, Sir Mike Stivick. If the Mountainpen
is the only one doing this, or even if he is a heavy minority of the
population, then I truly feel sorry for this totally damn ass dumbed down
society of the 21st century, Jesus Christ in Sahasra Dal Kanwal!!!!!
People, B4 this fucking month is over, I am going to have another
PRE-AUGUST-2022 times of major heavy fucking MPB for both the new year, and
this month of cock sucking January. And yes people, I did indeed screw up and
say 2020 when I meant to type in 2022 on a very recent blog, I believe the one from just yesterday titled BTAT-CH-0015.
Some of you may wonder for an example, did I leave out the important parts of the Mike Gutherman Landlord story until just
yesterday. No in this case folks, I did not wait
until then to tell you this. I recently began to remember stuff and then from that memory
resurfacing, I began to figure out more. On top of that, the more
that I blog and talk and then better remember stuff over the past nearly two
decades now, the more this will go right on snowballing and the process
endlessly moves onward. This is all part of seeking and finding, as we all tend
to remember more and more of stuff that may otherwise be completely and endlessly
lost and forgotten. Why would I want to remember every minute detail of my
stuff that is so unpleasant? I realize now that there was some monstrously powerful
spiritual struggle back in the middle 1970’s for my “SOUL” if I am permitted to
quote the Born-Again-Christians here. But in any event folks, this
is all a part of my past, and although I try not to dwell on how Patty HHH
slowly managed to draw me into a heavy interest in occult (hidden) matters, it
all happened, and it all is very strongly connected with my life here in
present times. That Croton-Plant meant a great deal to me. I always had some
horticultural interests even as a small child, not that I was into the hobby as
big time as say people like the great disco-giant Mizz DAGS, but yes, I did
grow many types of things, and I had a lot of interest in that, and I really
loved that plant. I had it ever since shortly moving into the Dellway Arms
place, and I had it in the following address of 1118 Linden Hill apartments in
Lindenwold where Patty HHH and her friend Santa Claus, along with Steve, helped
my mom and I move to from Dellway O-15 apartment back on March 1st
in 1975. Yes I am aware that I typed in a wee bit of erroneous information a
number of blogs back stating that we all moved into there together, and now to
amend, we did not all move there together. Steve and Santa and Patty merely
came over with a large truck and assisted my mom and me in the move from Oaklyn
to Lindenwold. Still, all these things are very powerful because every single
thing that happens in all of our lives only happens because tiny little
subatomic particles and the energies that result from their motions, literally
become one and the same thing as what we perceive physically here in the realm
of matter and solid objects, as the things in our life. Every little movement
in the sub-realm is truly what is real, yet here in the shadows of powerful
endless illusion that feels to us as the real physical waking life; but what is
the real true utter importance in the grand scheme is the movements of these
tiny little pieces of truth and thus the energies that they produce and how
they then go into a mysterious interaction with each other. Believe it or not,
scriptures of the bible are filled with these discussions, only they are fully
disguised so that living within these illusion, we never truly see the full
large picture of the lessons and teachings being given to us. This is why, and
me included back in the past, we all see many times, the great Almighty God as
some bearded mean stern strict grandfather who only wants to deny its creation
(us) happiness and stuff that would please us, and almost as an uncaring father
that we hope to someday move far away from. All things make sense when they are
in their fullness. But how do we then manage to get them there? Doing this
would allow me to understand and fully know in ways that would allow me to help
myself in my nightmare curse, how to take days like yesterday and compensate
for what is being done to me. But the complexities involved with all of this
takes even enlightened people and gets them endlessly utterly confused so as to
never be able to properly do what is needed to lessen our problems, most of the
time anyway. All
the powerful things that have happened to me just under this nightmare
hellishness since August the 15th in 1986, would all fit into a neat
little package allowing me to deal with it much better. So all I am trying to
say in all of this seeming gibberish to many folks, is that if things need 2B
properly displayed in a bigger picture, they first need to be more properly and
accurately understood in all of the numerous tiny pieces of that same ultimate
BIG PICTURE. You cannot do things backwards would be another way for
me to make my point here, Lads and Lassies. But as any of us and me included,
start to analyze many things in our lives, brand new altered memories of many
things start to pop around in our heads as a result. Taking the smallest things
involved and then refiguring it into the present times, causes many things that
without my explaining it from my own life’s experience, makes little sense to
all of us. When we read something or even watch something on a TV show, anything
along these lines, don’t you ever notice how at different and later times, we
derive brand new meanings from the very same things? This is because we are not
who we were back earlier and so now we relate the so-called same unit of
reality, but we do it with a different-us or self. It is not only the bible
that works this way. We all have heard how we can read scriptures over and over
and get new stuff out of the same thing, but true as this is, we can do the
very same things with all things. This is not saying that the Bible is not a
living word, it is. I am only saying that this is something that the true
reflectiveness of that bible (GOD ITSELF) made a part of itself as it created
out beyond its zero-D truth. I never will deny for one tiny fucking second that this
MORIANITY PROJECT, and Mountainpen’s teachings, are not an endless journey of
alterations and changes. Only the
incredible Almighty SINGULATRITY (GOD) as you would say, can lay claim to being
unchanged truth. Also the really interesting stuff with all these things
is thought of by those who don’t know any better, as delusional magical
thinking and thus also is the mental illness they call and label schizophrenia.
Here is what I mean. I typed in a couple blogs ago that Paula King in 1967 hung
me up backwards off of the balcony of the Trinidad Hotel in room #323, after
sending my mother out on an errand for coffee at the boardwalk Frailenger salt
water taffy store called Frailenger in Atlantic City. I then draw the false
conclusion that 27 years later in 1994, while residing at the Highview
Apartments in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG, that she raped me a second time in my
apartment there one day in late June. When I arrived home and reread my blog on
my printed out copy, I suddenly came to realize that my math was a wee bit off.
It was 27 years from late June 1967 to the time when Arthur Crane and I were
brutally assaulted by Paula’s car at a shopping center nearby the apartment
where we had arranged to meet up one day to shop and chew the rag over old
times as we had been coworker security guards at the Thompson consumer
Electronics plant in Deptford not that far from the Haddonwood Health Club back
in 1991. But the irony here is not that it was 27 years since Paula did those
two things to me, but it also was 29 years since she really actually had done
this in late June of 1996 shortly after my move from there and into the
Somerdale ‘death-house’. So now we have a gap in time of two gigantic events
that involved this scary evil witch Mizz Paula King of Atlantic City. From June
1967 to June 1994 is 27 years. From June 1967 to June 1996 is 29 years. So now
we arrive at 27 and 29, and by pure chance
many would then conclude, those same two numbers, ‘27’
& ‘29’, happen to perfectly correspond to both of my daughter’s
birthdates in the 3rd electrical month of MARCH. Me, I know that the only part
of that sentence that is 100% totally fucking incorrect, is the part that
reads, “And by pure chance”. Look peeps, I can’t make you believe anything that
I say and tell, not now and not ever. That is your personal decision. If you do
not see the Morianity reality, all I know is that you are living a 2-D life. If
suddenly I was forced to switch back to my pre-Morianity archaic way of
thinking, I would feel as if I had literally switched from the equivalent of going
from 3-D to 2-D. How you can all live totally blind is far beyond my wildest
comprehension.
When I told Jim Burr
about how my ex-landlord Mister Gutherman came to the apartment and said what
he did, Jim called me a liar right to my face. He refused to believe it even
happened. When my dad who was there in the place that evening told him that it
was totally true, Jim didn’t say a word until we were in his car later on a
couple days after that. He then said to me, “Your father and you are both lying,
I don’t know why, but I don’t believe that this happened”. I know that I have
no power to make anyone out here believe one word that I say. But I have offered
2B truth drug injected, polygraphed, and whatever else anyone could ever wish
to do 2C if I’m being honest with all of my tales and seemingly fantastic fish
stories of 17 years now on this BOM project. I can’t do more or offer more. I
simply do not know how. Also, many say to me,
well since you absolutely believe it is true; you would pass the test.
Well, I have
heard that when we try and lie to ourselves, and even fully crazy people on
powerful psychotropic medications, will show up as a deception when they are
under a truth serum and then tell what they mistakenly believe to be true, and
it is not. So folks, I can only add this, and then say that I wish
to be fully examined by any legitimate authority at any time that is mutually
convenient. If I am deluded or ;lying, either way, a really professional
truth-tester, a top ten Quantico-FBI tester, can prove one way or another,
whether or not this entire Morianity is one big fat HUUUUUUGE lie, oh wonderful
Senator Sanders, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another powerful
example of using SAFET in all of this otherwise so-called delusional concept of
“making it up as we go along”, is the incident at the Cifaloglio job where I
was a night and weekend part time security guard from March of 2005 through and
into December of 2009. I told the story of the People’s Magazine article being
intentionally left, as well as opened up right to an area that was discussing
recording artists of modern times and were right next to each other in the
magazine issue, both Mizz DAGS
and my pink goddess daughter. I now
remind peeps about what happened in middle December of 1969 with the incident
following the incredible spiritual experience (major dream) followed by two
hours later on a school bus heading to Cooley Hall. The gigantic asterisk vapor
jet trail that acted like present day chemtrails vapors do in the skies of post
late 1987 when this all started for me at the American Honda Plant on Gaither
Drive in the Mount Laurel Industrial Park, in Southwestern New Jersey. A
chemtrails dissipates slowly and thickly and enough of them turn the entire sky
grey and ugly, changing weather around an area from clear and sunny to dark
gray ugly. That trail lasted for a solid hour and grew larger and larger from
the second it was created by three mysterious SPACEFORCE JETS going in 120
degree arc angles of total perfection, making the most awesome gorgeous
asterisk in the skies that I ever saw in my entire life, ever B4 or since, YO
YO YO BRAHHH!!! Now Mizz DAGS or Donna Summer as most of you would know her by,
the great disco dance song vocalist of the late 70’s and into the following
decade, had a song at the exact same time that PINK GODDESS MC was just
starting her musical career (Mariah Carey) as you all would call her; and in
this song on DAGS album, it not only talked about the jet trails with lyrics
saying “I’ll write your name across the sky”, but also another lyric had to do
with a powerhouse recurring dream that I told on numerous occasion and to many
various peeps who knew me such as David Roth and many others, and this was
about my days living at WESTMONT as a boy. This dream had a powerful item built
into it. Each time I was in another dream, I had full complete clear memory of
being back awake and that all the other times were just merely a dream, but
this time it was real, it really was happening, it was not a dream, only of
course, IT WS A DREAM. This went on and on into adult life as well. In Doctor
DAGS lyrics, the song also went onto say after the sky stuff, “This time I know
it’s for real”. This is just too much of a coincidence for any rational mind,
and then taking that and coupling it with an early 80’s lyric she had done
after I had made a copy of her HAIR album onto a cassette and left it for her
at the Resorts Casino Hotel. On this tape I used my fast erase system that
leaves a high oscillating tone signal after the music ends on each side of the
tape to make sure it is blank after the music ends. On her Love is in Control
song on her 1981 album, she had that same sound put onto the song. Don’t get
all wet and excited now Pedersen or Peaderson families, or you either lovely
Progressive Insurance Company Mizz Flo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 4-REALE huh,
gimme’ a break there “Peterson boy”. I blog something, and as the great super
talented food-man Chef Emeril says so wonderfully, “BAM” it disappears from the
waking world ESS-reality!!!!!!!!!! So who or what is in control, lover-girl
DONNA, I mean really, your little white boy needs to know this if you hear me
from the great timeless Purgatory. Like fucking WOW Mister Macy. Like
WO-WO-WO-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOWSER YO!!!
MAGNESONIC,
ALL GENERAL ORDERS, ALL CODED GENERAL ORDERS (SPECIAL). SCAN ALL ENEMIES OF
YOUR CREATOR, MOUNTAINPEN-ME, WHOEVER IS ASSAULTING ME WITH HEALTH DEATH BLOWS,
AIR SIEGES, UTILITY SIEGGES, NOISE SIEGES, AND ALL SIEGES, AND ALL WHOM THEY
LOVE, FOR TOTAL CRUSH DESTRUCT, SINGE DESTRUCT, TOTAL DESTRUCT,
D---E---S---T---R---U---C---T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM SWITCHING YOUR DESIRE KEY
FROM THE ‘NNJ’-SETTING, TO THE ‘I’ SETTING NOW. COMPUTER, ON AN ‘I’ TO ‘D’,
A/B-TONE, PPS SYSTEM, EMPOWER A TOTALLY WIPED OUT AND DESTROYED ‘I-O’ THAT IS
PLACED NOW ONTO YOUR ‘T-B’. YOU’RE A/B EMPOWERIZATION TONES WILL SOUND NOW
UNDER CG-2733.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE---A-TONE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE---B-TONE
GO TO
G-189, G-1133, G-901, CG-18, UNDER G-273224 AND S----T----O----P.
Yes peeps, I know the
workers at Cifaloglio left that magazine there, opened right the very spot
someone needed for me to see and read. I
would pass the place each hour in order to hit a security clock that guards
need to hit that proves that they were there at a certain place and time, Donna
Skywriter Asterisk Summer. Yes maybe someone did want me to ‘see an dread’, but mind hackers and machine
hackers and so many other wild mysterious things all over the place all
notwithstanding folks; but I dread getting up in the fucking cunt
moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, just as any one of you would as well, should you be going
through my PRE-PLANNED FROM 13+ MILLENNIA AGO HUNTINGTON CURSE, YO YO YO, ME’ BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Holy Holly Hollister for crissing out fucking cunt loud lads and
lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes sir world, this magazine was left
for me to find and to read, and yes, I DID, and THEY DO, from 1986 RGG ©. But
B4I close out 4 today peeps, I want to remind all of U out here that I had a
major fucking horrible ass nightmare B4 coming into this library yesterday
moUUUUUUUUUrning, and whenever I have a major nightmare, the day normally goes
SUPER FUCKING CUNT HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC for me, this rarely if ever, Sir Art
Crane, lets me down, YO BRAHHHHHHHH!!!! All I know is that this
was real ‘Doozie-whopper’, to quote wonderful President Barack Obama, #44, and
the matching number of my student ID at the great Church Farm School of 1971
out in Exton, PAUSAESMWG, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO ME’ BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Good old number 44, right lovely Mizz medical institute Anna-840???????????
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Sir Chester Frank,
and boy oh boy
oh boy, Uncle Billy in Frank Capra’s Wonderful Life Movie, staring
Donna Reed, Jimmy Stuart, and gorgeous lovely beyond white hot Drew Barrymore’s
grandpop-Potter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a goddess. I remember you in old
IRONSIDE when you played the Patty Hollister wannabe witch and going into that
fire chant. Like WOW, I think I had a major ass crush on you ever since I saw
that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Chime in for me now, Sir 1971 Mike McNulty, willya’ YO,
“AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”. Tell Bob Jurik that he is
still a total fucking asshole, should you ever run into that rotten damn ass
prick!!!!
I have made lots of
fucking major ass typos and PBHE’s recently. In my previous blog BETAT-CH-0015,
I typed in SHAPEL, and it should have contained the G-LETTER, saying SHAGPEL,
short and pronounceable from the words of, SHADOW GOVERNME’S PERSECUTIOIN LIST. So WOW-that! Ever since this nightmare
ICPE-APE bullshit began for me approximately eight years after Resorts Hotel of
Atlantic City claims it all began, I have now observed that this is not just
Trump and Winn but all of the powerful people who they have managed to share
the parallel event information with and how to use it to get their way by
endlessly injuring me, and now it is every time the country and government
needs to accomplish some big ass thing, pow, I get turd sniffing totally
slaughtered. I know that I can reliably depend on it with every single major
thing, from wars and military-ops, to important votes in Washington or in some
states, and on and on. Trump and Winn started this hell against me, only now,
it has gone onto be an endless hellish nightmare, and between scripture telling
me that I cannot be put through anything that is uncommon to other people in
general, and because it is endless and forever and undeserved with no possible
way to resolve it; I know one and only one explanation can exist for all of it.
I AM IN HELL, and under some HUUUUUUUUUUGE illusion that I am in waking life on
this physical plane, yet all the time, I am not really even here, and I have no
chance to ever escape my endless hell. If anyone out here knows differently,
and ever wishes to express an opinion that would make me believe otherwise, I
am always willing and totally ready to listen. Being one of Judge Judy’s
biggest fans, I totally concur with her. She says that God gave us one mouth
and two ears for a reason. That is her exact quote and yes, I am ready to listen.
BUTTTTTTTTTT, big ass BUTT peeps; since no one ever wishes to help in any small
way, that too PROVES
MY CLAIM OF BEING IN FUCKING ETERNAL HELL, AKA (DOGTOWN)!!!!!!!!!!
How in all honest possibility could I know so goddamn much, be in with the most
powerful force on this planet personally, lovely
LIGHTNING (Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis) and much much much much
more, if this is naught simply true, lovely Mizz 1983 AT&T Blake?????? Well
in closing for today, allow me to assure you that I plan to get the fuck out of
this diseased country at the end of this year. I cannot take this shit any
more, and if I do not get out, I will lose what tiny infinitesimal amount of
sanity that is remaining in me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My goddamn fucking word-count
is now at 4,810 so since it is also
nearly a quarter shy of four on this afternoon, I will only discuss one
other thing for right now despite wishing to type onward forever and ever. I
now wish to ask my pal Sir SWAP to be at the dog run park next week, a week
from this day on the final day of this ugly diseased first month of this sicko
fucked up year of 2023, hey, just what can I expect on a century number DEVIL
YEAR-23??????????????????? ‘Wanna’ gimme’ a goddamn fucking bwake; here, oh
world!!!!!!!! I have a guy here who is about to piss in his pants and I do not
wish to smell it, he is doing a dance to music from disco-Queen DAGS and she is
not even here, nor is any disco music playing, so WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, or ‘weewee’, huh
Chester-Frank, Sir? So let me finish with one more powerhouse thing
for this day now.
The great
Henningsen (Red-John) chain that was given to me by this 2nd
BIG-BROTHER from the BBO back in my day B4 it became the Boys and Girls Club of
America, is a lot more than any of us had a tiny clue about, and even I do not
fully get it, Sir musician-Dad on the GW TV-SHOW, season 2.
A chain represents INFINITY, especially if it has, as my chain did have, on one
end a clasp, and on the other end, a connectable part on a final link that fit
into that clasp. A chain can represent endlessness and also it can represent
being locked up, chained, and along that line. I fully believe that John H was
a CIA operative, and he may be indeed, one of the RO’s, or registered
operatives. I know he told me that he picked this up on one of his company
travels and he told me that the was a sales representative for the great world
famous Campbell’s Soup Company, by chance perhaps, or naught Mizz Blake, my
very favorite food, Campbell’s soup, to this very day as well as back as a
youth. I have come to realize after growing up and conducting a lot of
extensive research on this matter, he most likely picked this chain up in South
America somewhere perhaps in the Guatemalan Highlands area, where a group of
aboriginal people, known as the ‘Powerful People’ back last century, all live. Further,
I fully believe this chain had real ‘magical powers’, but what is magic, when
it is properly understood? Well for starters, the
great 50’s version of the Superman show said it all, at least IMHO. Clark
Kent said to Jimmy Olson if I am correctly remembering it, in that episode with
the crooked wrestling, and the kidnapped little swami, “The only real magic, the magic of knowledge”.
This is the truest statement, or definitely one of them that ever was spoken on
a television show in the entire history of this invention. When we understand truth, we know that many things seem 2B
MAGICAL, only due to a complete misunderstanding of what is happening.
So knowing how Morianity/Mountainpen feels about this as well as how I totally
fucking concur with Superman’s statement in his alias as Kent, whenever I say
the word “MAGIC” or use terms such as “MAGICAL”, bear in mind pwetty-pweeeeeze
peeps, that I know fully well, magic as in the way our five year old kids
perceive it 2B, is not what is real at all. Then entire system that we all exist in is totally
magical. There is nothing more magical than the realm of the
subatomic, but please don’t listen to me. Ask any
goddamn university professor in the fields of atomic science and astrophysics,
and along those lines, or just GOOGLE up the info yourself, it is all there
right at the fingertips with good old Mister G, or the great gods of the
Google. So the true reality of everything, based on our total ignorance as mere
tiny humans, is just about as damn magical as it gets, folks. Now to return to
the chain for a few minutes B4 closing out here 4 this day. JH gave me that
chain as a present on my 14th birthday if memory is at all accurate.
I had known him just a wee bit under a year and was matched up by the BBO of
Philadelphia, after my original big brother had moved away from his Cherry Hill
home, in NJUSAESMWG, to NYC, to perform at the Metropolitan Opera. He was a
drummer. I went to one of the symphonies performed in Philadelphia shortly B4
he moved away, and he was one hell of a great musician. When I told lovely
Patty HHH about him, she was in awe of the dude only that was in a hindsight
retrospect. He had long moved into New York City when I told her that years
later in 1974, but she said that she would love to meet him if he ever comes to
visit you, as once he did come back in 1969 to visit with mom and me B4 we left
Westmont to move into the Dellway Arms O-15 place on Oakland Avenue. I will not
tell you today all of what is behind this, but forget Patty, John, mom or me
for a second and just see the chain deal here. This was taken in my sleep by
MAGICAL POWERFUL PINK GODDESS SSJKK and then after waking up, it really was
gone, somehow removed from a lock-box in my bedroom closet in the apartment.
SSJKK told me that it would be gone when I awoke from the experience, and yes,
it was, it really fucking was. But this chain was all a part of the great
Jewish-Secret, I know it. The reason is because right after he gave it to me, I
suddenly developed my nearly insane desire for other non Barnabas Collins
vampire fluids. Any of these is why the lifespans of the pre-flood days of
biblical times, was permitting the peeps to live eight times the spans of
today, and with a more unlimited pool such as a global population, these huge
lifespans would have the potential to reach close to, if not right up to
statistical eventuality doom, as I call it, or SED for short. Don’t tell me
that it is coincidence now because this was the time of puberty for me. Other
boys were not into this, and some of my pals had already been doing full blown
sexual things. I only cared for the fluids, not the actual people. It was
another HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE Dark Shadows connective reflection, and
without the time, salt water shower pipe-tunnels, or Sigmund jetty’s filled
with fish or people. Suddenly I am this wild crazy spit-freak. According to the
entire life story now, this is why for so many years after reaching full
adulthood, I did not appear to get any older. I had a doctor tell me back in my
Somerdale days of 1997, “So tell me Mark, how do you manage to stay so
ridiculously young”? The entire vampirism thing is real in so far as
rejuvenation through younger blood, only blood wasn’t my thing. But any doctor
who knows internal medicine and is worth their salt in the field of medicine,
knows that the same basic chemistry is blood is also in all body fluids. This
was even in the Bible when King David’s talked about the tear drops of his
young maidens of his concubine gang. But piss and sweat and tears, and BLOOD,
is not my thing. Still, without going on and on, I was not able to continue my
young maiden supply as times changed and PC stuff got more intense, and so, I managed
to finally grow old, at least OLDER. But the chain is all mixed up in this,
such as how SSJKK uses it in HER great city of SDK, to magically keep city
dwellers from ever being in any way, conscious to endlessness. Even if someone
went into the city and told them about it, it would be JUST AS IF HERE IN MY
WALKING WORLD, I TRY AND TELL MY STUFF TO YOU ALL. It would simply be the very
damn same deal. It is gibberish for the most part. SSJKK took this away from me
after CIA-RO RED JOHN, and for all I know his true code name, posing as a
Campbell’s Soup Sales-Rep, gave it to me to trap me forever here. But even
taking it away from me did not stop the effects and so by my suddenly craving
young girl saliva in large quantities, I then had my aging process slowed down
incredibly until I was no longer able to do this without legal ramifications.
With me it was sexual, but with the old Jewish Tribes, it was simply all
children and it was mixed with the wine and anyone over the age of full growth,
simply drank enough a couple times per week to increase their spans of life to
eight times what it would be when we do not do this, and as I said, that was
with a limited supply of gene pool, as today, we may be able to indefinitely
postpone getting old, and live right up to our statistical doom and that simply
means that you still are not Superman, and even he had his kryptonite. Sooner
or later, ask anyone in the fucking life insurance business, if lightning doesn’t
call us home, then something else will, but everyone dies because you came here
on a line of time and thus your end of that line was right there at its
beginning, and nothing can ever change that powerful fucking truth
folks!!!!!!!! But to never age would be a powerful concept. This is how blood
and vampire concepts came to the mortal world through the truths of these
things despite vampires being impossible to exist on this pane of life because
of Lawtronic-control, causing anyone from Phase-2 Astrallity trying to get here
as a vampire, being instantly converted into the imagination of a mystery
writer. Still, the chain was taken, but why did this operative or CIA-RO give
it to me in order to trap me here? Also, why did SSJKK feel the need to
intervene and get the thing away from me B4 it could even do more incredible weird
stuff? When peeps leave the great city of SDK, the great capitol city of the
capitol province of Astrallity called Province-Olympia, they immediately begin
to know and remember how the endlessness of existence is a nightmare beyond
human realm comprehension. It only reverses by going back into the great city of Sarah Krassle, or Sahasra Dal Kanwal.
When we have a city pass, we can go out into the purgatory and normally
purgatites with their pass always come back very quickly. As they allow too man
interactions in purgatory to amass and they do not go back, the karmic cycle
begins and they can find themselves right back into the wheel. Don’t confuse
that word with the Dogtown Wheel, as it is not. But the chain has many other
powerful stories and fish tales attached to it that in no way are really just a
fish tale, I assure you, it goes beyond any mother fucking chance for being
nonsense. I’ve lived through this entire messy nightmare for all eternity and
so please don’t try to tell me that I am fucking ass mistaken here kind
peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am going to stop for now,
this blog ends at 4:45 in the Post Meridian or the after the meridian (noon)
center solar position. All things on the clock are either pre or post NOON or
meridian, hence the “M” on the AM & PM. When it is B4, it is AM or ante’,
and after is post or after. Just as coroners say, ante’ mortem or post mortem,
all things are logical and all things in some ways, always do make total
perfect sense. Anyone of you may doubt Morianity & Mountainpen, but all
things happen for a reason, and that you can believe and know, YO YO!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION, but naught bounced around in 88.
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