BTAT—CHAPTER 0023
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Friday, February 10, 2023
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Lads and lassies, I am now back to back SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC
TIMES 2, and things for me are truly horrible bad times ten
to the power of a mother farting googolplex!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You may call this a
major exaggeration, but I know fully well, lovely ‘Mizz 1983 phone-company’, that it is NAUGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
‘Boy oh boy oh
boy’ UNCLE BILLY FRANK CAPRA SIR, this is by no
means an accurate mirror image here of any type or kind of a “wonderful-life”, let me assure U all of that,
great folks out here! Well, my helper here at the library verified and
confirmed that my old flash drive, for whatever the reason just magically MCFLY
is shot to hell and is good for the round-file only. For
those non office personnel out there that term back in my day stands for the
futhermucking TRASH CAN!!!!!!!!!!!! My enemies cost me
five bucks. This
entire deal began for me, these utility assaults, electronic attacks, magical
McFly circuits, at the exact time when all of the rest of this goddamn bullshit
began for me, on the very precise and exact day of the 15th of
August in 1986. If this was not the case, I would not have this
HUUUUUUUGE of an argument that proves my story of endless hellish persecution is
very real and true. Another thing that is absolutely inescapable in all of this
for three plus decades of time now with me great folks, is that the dream-world
is 100% connected into the hellishness around me in the waking-world. This
means not only the types of persecution experienced by me upon awakening from
certain dream-types, but also the intensity level of the harassment as well, YO
YO YO YO YO ME BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Today is not one tiny wee bit
different, and is following suit of things in my life now for nearly four
goddamn straight decades now!!!!!!!!!!!
Last night even B4 the
dream, I was coming off of a major super high CCOT-DAY (X1), and around four of the
clock this moUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, I was struck with a utility assault
from the evil diseased MISOE shit eating club of Earth or 4-short, the ‘MSEC’. I had just fallen asleep an hour or so
earlier and had Lightning Goddess DZA on the phone with me, connected into a
machine that I managed to set up ten years ago back while residing at the PEEHA
Building. As you know this system was inoperative since last May 11th
when my phone was disconnected by me so that I could save some money for a
while and avoid the giant Comcast bills from receiving both cable-TV and
landline phone service with them. But the MISOE enemies can at any time, interrupt the phone
when it is off-hook as we used to call it many years ago, and then
make loud annoying sounds through it waking me up and stopping me from being in
direct contact with lovely Goddess Diana Zuudlecronessia
Arteemis, (Goddess DZA). Also, my ROKU-TV is acting up real badly
again, freezing, sending me back to homepage during viewing, preventing me from
watching my ‘fave-show’ ‘JUDY JUSTICE’,
and making the remote run slow or delayed by
large amounts of time. My complaint letter to the Federal Communications Commission will be in the US
mail today and my follow-up telephone call will be made in about a week to give
them a few days to receive and process my letter to them. Take this straight to the great wonderful and awesome Toronto
Dominion Bank!
For two days my aerial
persecution right at my residence with major crash level all day and night private
piper type jobs is off the scales and dials, and all of my ‘nabes’ are major buzzing
about me and my harassment. Sooner or later, this entire mess is going to get exposed.
So even though this assault began for me yesterday, and was following up at four
this bunt tapping morning; today’s assault by air at home is beyond off the
scales and I intend to continue going to the airport to report this illegal aerial
activity. When I leave here I will go straight to the international airport. But
let me tell you about what I call the polarity-dreaming-phenomenon, and how the dream that I
just awoke from around eight this morning, all fits into the present mess from
DOGTOWN. I was the owner of a large apartment building and some AA
young man was being evicted for having illegal drugs and trafficking in
narcotics, and the sheriff and some deputies were kicking in his door when he
refused to answer and had it all bolted up from inside. I had a lot of
properties here in the county and a lot of money. This is called an anti-polarity dreaming
interaction or (APDI) by the BOM and Mountainpen, and is along the
lines of another similar recent one that you all know about and that began a lot of this hellishness around me after last year
ended. I admit also that the rock chucking trucking crap being done
to me, began back on Donna Summer’s birthday,
the final day of the year; and in this case, the last day of 2022, on
12-31-2022. For
those who don’t remember this, it was placed on my blogs and I am referring to the
HUUUUUUGE NOISE ASSAULT!!! Also, I also have made an observation
concerning what I somewhat jokingly have named the Dark Shadows Carolyn
Stoddard Dream Character Syndrome, or for short, the (DSCSDC) Syndrome, since
an episode aired in the middle late nineteen-sixties where she was talking to
the artificial man named ADAM who was brought to life after a weird
lab-experiment was done by Doctor Eric Lang. She was explaining dreams to him
and how some of the characters who we all seem 2B interacting with in our
dreams, we know from waking life, while others we DO NOT KNOW from here in our
waking lives. Folks, I have noticed just during this century, that the intensity
of the persecution is also increased following dreams where characters whom WE DO NAUGHT
KNOW HERE in waking world, oh lovely
Mizz AT&T Blake; are involved in the dreaming interaction. For
one example, the interaction where I was back in 1980 and residing in Egg Harbor City, where I interacted with both
my daughter at the age of ten years as well as the professor whom here in my
waking life had helped me get a computer application placed into the Google Play
Store called “Krystal’s Ball”. My
daughter and I never met at the time that she was the age of ten. Also, the
professor did not look like the professor here, nor did he have the name of
Mario Eraso, but he did sort of resemble him, the only difference is that he
would have been one and the same person should he have been two decades
younger. There, he was around age fifty years or so. So Merry who was ten years
old was more than thirty years younger than here in my waking life, and the
professor was the opposite there, two decades older. It was still close enough
for me to later recall that it was truly him, only twenty years or so older
than the guy who I had known and once met down in Miami at the FIU College when
Mister Mike Patterson and myself had driven down there back in the summer time
in the year of 2017. So both time and age differences, or complete unknown actors
in dreaming interactions; normally cause a major increased intensity level for me
to get harassed by the evil MISOE immediately upon awakening back into here,
the waking world. Last night, I did not know from waking world characters,
any of the men in that wild experience. The AA young dude in one of my owned
apartments, even the law enforcement who arrived on the scene. Now finishing
out my points of what seemingly is in a consistent pattern for causing more intense
enemy harassment and persecution upon awakening from certain dream-types, there
is also the polarity effect. If life is normally rotten for anyone such as it
is for good ole’ trucking ass me kind peeps; and a dream happens that sort of
is in reverse to the normal usual waking world amount of polarized activity, or
meaning an opposite of the norms of either good or bad stuff that totals up in
all of our lives, anything that would be a sudden confliction of the norms of
good or bad in any of our lives, seems to then instantly cause negative stuff
to begin all around our waking lives, or at least speaking for myself here folks, FOR DAMN ASS
WHITTLE PITIFUL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I made a ‘doozie-whopper’
of a booboo on one of me’ recent prior blogs, saying Type-2-Exploratrons when
quite obviously people, I meant to type in TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS.
I’m ‘so-sahwee’, wonderful folks!!!!!!!! Common sense should kick in for many
of you who have been long followers of these BOM BLOGS, when I screw up, but
still, I will amend my errors from time to time, oh great peeps out here, well;
except for whoever the prick out there is who is quite vested in SHUTTING THE MOUNTAINPEN UP!!!!!!!!!! I suppose
you cannot blame them, and I haven’t even started to discuss my life back in 2008
and 2009, while kidnapped by this incredible extended family, whom once long
ago I referred to as the ‘WASHCLOTH FAMILY’
as well as ‘THAT FAMILY’ while residing
in Ventnor, New Jersey, the town just south of Atlantic City back in late June
through early middle July of the year 1970. The ‘REALE’ joke here is way beyond
ultra-hyper-time powerful, as I only knew these characters then from THE
DREAM-WORLD, great folks out here, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO ME’
BREEEEEEEE!!!! My SAVE-HACK just started after typing that last sentence, gee,
I wonder YYYYYYY, oh Mister Alex Keaton MCFLY?????? Where RU when I need you Jimmy Camden high
School graduate Burr of Gloucester, NJUSAESMWG?????????
WOW-WOW-WOW-WO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Twice now the WORD NOT
RESPONDING and endless circle tasking happened B4 finally saving and behaving. WOW that NANA, or ‘Mizz
Latengrate Grace Isabelle Huntington Mason’. Well SIR SWAP, maybe
you can’t do anything to help me with my dream-world hellishness, but in 60
days after our fantastic lawsuits are filed, either things will work, or well, to quote the
great Sir Harry Ball-Player-Sports-Announcer Callas; “I am addaaherrree”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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USE BOTH ATOMIC DUPLICATIONAL AS WELL AS ZERO DIMENSIONAL
TECHNOLOGIES.
YOUR DESIRE KEY IS BEING SWITCHED NOW FROM THE NORMAN AND NEUTRAL ‘J’ POSITION, TO THE ‘I’ POSITION. COMPUTER, HEAR
ME VIA ELECTRONIC INTERNET THOUGHT TRANSFER (EITT). ON AN ‘I’ TO ‘D’, A/B-TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT
SEQUENCING SYSTEM (PPSS), EMPOWER AN IMAGE OBJECT THAT IS NOW PLACED ONTO YOUR
TRANSPOWER BLOCK THAT I HAVE COMPLETELY UTTERLY TOTALLY CRUSHED, SINGED,
OBLITERATED, AND DESTROYED. SO WHATEVER NOW HAPPENS TO THIS EMPOWERED ‘I-O’ WILL BECOME ONE SAME
REALITY ATOMICALLY WITH THE ACTUAL FILTHY DISEASED MISOE ENEMIES OF YOUR CREATOR, MARK
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR. YOUR OLD-STYLE AT&T TONESHAVE BEEN CONVERTED FROM
OLD-WORLD INTO NEW-AGE DIGITAL REALITY OF THE EITT-EEE LONG-E VOWELL SOUND, THE
SECOND ROW IS LOWER IN PITCH BY THIRTY HERTZ.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE---TONE-A
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE---TONE-B
COMPUTER, GO-TO-G-189 MAX-POWER ORDER UNDER G-917, UNDER G-9173, AND
S----T----O----P!!!!!
We will now see what
happens to this ole’ wuvwee weerllld; will we naught lovely Mizz BLAKE from
1983 doubters clubs????????????????????? YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRO. Do it now
Mister Mike McNulty sir from the great CF School from 1971, “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A WHOLE LOT OF STUFF THAT USED TO MAKE ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE WHATSOEVER TO POOR
WHITTLE FREAKING ME GREAT FOLKS, NOW MAKES A LOT MORE SENSE IN THESE RECENT
DAYS, and all around the time of my most recent Jury-Duty service. I never saw
the world globally B4 those times and because I am just a goddamn nobody,
always assumed that anything beyond the American borders simply put folks, had nothing
whatsoever to do with whittle ole’ freaking ass me. Only I was 100% totally
mistaken!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW Mister goddamn Macy, kind
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Something that a New Jersey attorney told
me way back in the year of 1981 also begins to ring true in light of all these
new facts and resulting truths in those many years to follow 1981. When I was
on Cornwall Avenue in 1970, from June 24th through July 12th
in Ventnor, New Jersey-USA-ESMWG, at child molester
Mister Thomas J. Reale’s home; I experienced a series of dreams that
were all about a very strange bizarre and extremely frightening family, who I had
just suddenly somehow came to know from deep inside my mind as “THAT FAMILY”, or the family of washcloths; this
was part of a gigantic and non-SANDERS-HUUUUUUUUUGE
deal that began with my being trapped endlessly with them unable to
escape, even in electrical amounts of ‘song-warned years’, and I found myself suddenly
in a country setting where a very large picnic table was all set up with banquet
feast type of foods and drinks atop of it. B4 trudging on, I feel compelled to
quickly try and tackle another sex-abuse mystery, at least from knowledge
gained from years of being a “L&O” TV-viewer, and especially the SVU part
of this show. The show endlessly tells how molesters and
perverts never change their deviant behaviors and thus once a perv, always a
rotten sicko perv. I have, as I am sure most of you have figured out by now out
there, I’ve done my research on things that I hear from television shows, and it
appears 2B quite legitimate information here. Yet after conducting extensive
investigating on Thomas J. Reale, there is no record
of him molesting any other people or young boys, I appear 2B the only one in
the history of this dude, making me out seemingly again, as A LIAR. I
will gladly swear to what he did to me in any court in this land, all
authorities out there, under full pain and penalty of perjury. This is also
along those very same lines of the EXPLORATRONIC deal, am I wrong good peeps?
Am I? I know this is all totally real, and the entire world calls me a goddamn
trucking rotten liar after all the shit these pricks have put me through for more
than a half century now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still allow me now to finish out the point
for today regarding the WASHCLOTH FAMILY
and yes, why I refer to them as that name and thus the story behind it from the
DREAM-WORLD. While sitting at that picnic table back in my nightmares of 1970
all alone in the home of Sir TJR on Cornwall Avenue, and yes, ASTRALLY ‘cornwall’
and ‘kanwal’ are the very same word, as is the word-name KRASSLE, and I learned this in 1997, the great magical year
of my DREAMS to quote lovely transdimensionally Merry, of my past
days of Patty and Merry, long forgotten in the early times when these BOM-BLOGS
were all brand new a half dozen years into our 21st century!!!!!!!! Sarah Krassle, back in the middle of December of 1969,
in that powerful dreaming-interaction that I had with HER; went out of her way
to spell her names, the SARAH having the “H” letter as some Sarah/Sara’s do
not, and then spelling out the last name as clearly as my mind is now seeing
this computer screen today over 53 years later in chronology. Our family
lineage back to Jesus, Mary, and joseph has these exact same dream-world patterns
back when our LORD was inside HIS mother, Mary. Only my 1970 nightmares were at
this picnic table, and then shortly after the original beginning of it that
came in numerous series, and only ending after leaving this home that the ACMUA
later went onto buy somewhere around the 1997-year of magic; had me speaking to
one of those very scary characters who did not say a word to me and then he
just coldly and callously pulled out a 45 gun or it sure looked like a colt gun
to me, and he pointed at right at me and shot me in my chest. Later I thought I
was awake and out of the nightmare only I was not, and I was still inside of
it. I had been shot and was on an operating table somewhere, and I fully
clearly remember that I was fully conscious and they had removed one of my
damaged lungs. When the medical staff handed it to me however, it was a
washcloth, and I was told that I don’t have lungs, but rather, I seem to have
washcloths in my chest and this one was damaged in the shooting. There is a
whole goddamn lot more to this powerful story from hell, I assure you good
peeps out here. This is what other damn ass blogs R4, YO YO YO ME’
BREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Powerful truths are in the
BOM-BLOG lessons regarding the 3 levels and types of exploratronic activity. Also,
the entire reason for my life, my birth, my entire family, and the entire mess
of this enemy problem in my life, is all one super gigantic
HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE nightmare that all, as does everything of course, fits
completely and ‘Pennock-perfectly’ together!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Atlantic City,
New Jersey is also a HUUUUUUUGE deal, as is the great awesome television macabre-soap
show of the nineteen-sixties called, “Dark Shadows”. Not only do I seem to have
a powerful affinity and connection to the character in this show, Sir Barnabas
Collins, but all throughout this marvelous show, I as well as this Huntington
family are all as intertwined as it gets, and no doubter or scoffer on Planet
Earth has enough nonsensical junk on their side of an argument to dispel that
unfathomable reality, and you all know it out there, and I know that you all
know it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I said that we would speak of the character in the
show, one of Quentin Collins’s great loves, the
lovely Mizz Amanda Harris, the creation by pure magic, of the great
painter/artist Sir Charles Delaware Tate. First B4 even starting to tackle
this, the name of my mother’s father’s pal at the world famous college the U of
P, back in the early years of the previous century close to a hundred years
back, Mister Tate McKenzie also dabbled in art. The similarity in names is also
a Raspberry Dreams musical group deal here, ‘impossible 2 ignore’. We all know right
away many things about this character, but in the times when the SYFY-CHANNEL on cable-TV was rerunning and re-airing
the Dark Shadows show in 1997, I was in my nightmare hellishness of
attempting to locate the magical teenager goddess from my past, the lovely
awesome and all mighty SARAH KRASSLE!!!!!!!!!
One who knew me and knew of my story at those times late last century, could
instantly unless totally brain-dead, see how this completely reflected the two
realities, Amanda Harris and my search for Sarah,
when we see the bigger picture of course. I speak of how in truth I appeared 2B
searching for a lady who had just died seven years earlier, Mizz Sara J. Karge. I could type in literally
hours of stuff, as well as tell a hundred separate things here, and time would
never permit it nor would I be able to retain your attention that long for it
to really do any good. So one by one, we will most definitely be getting into
all of it as more blogs keep on following here. During those times in the Dark Shadows TV-show with Count Petofi and Sir Quentin
Collins, and lovely beyond-hot Mizz Amanda
Harris; we had many other events happen that totally mirror imaged
my situation that wasn’t to actually come about for an electrical amount of
years after the show was airing on real-time television in the late summer time
and into the autumn of 1969. First off, Amanda was supposedly not born but was
created magically with the power of Count Andreas Petofi and given to his pal
and artist Charles Tate. He drew a portrait of her B4 ever actually meeting her
or knowing that she existed and later on found out that he had created her by
indeed drawing her portrait out of thin air. But the date of her creation was
March 11th in the year of 1895, and Sara Karge was born in Trenton,
NJUSAESMWG on July 18th in 1896. Very close, as is the name of Tate
McKenzie and Charles Delaware Tate. Well, especially when we examine the
birthdates of both my dad and myself, September 10th and December 4th.
Both these dates during this very part and period of this great television show
were used IN THAT SHOW, one for Quentin’s supposed death in the year of 1897 and
the other for Paul Stoddard’s due date by the Leviathan Cult shortly
thereafter. Over the past half hour now the SPACE-BAR-HACK is off the scales bad,
AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEIN-SOSO? As I said good wonderful peeps and Morians and Blogaudians
out there in Cyberville, there is a zillion more things to tell and this barely
scrapes off some tiny peach fuzz ice shavings off of the very top of the
Titanic sinking iceberg from the mighty Atlantic Ocean. When I
make these claims, you can choose door-A or door-B and I have no power
whatsoever to stop any of you. Door-A says that I am a nut, and my story is
complete fabricated nonsensical pig shit on steroids. Then we get to Door-B. This
tells you that you are totally free to believe that something far beyond the
needed odds to win a POWERBALL LOTTERY JACKPOT
is needed for this all 2B total utter nonsensical crazy-man lies and delusions.
You can also believe that Mister Golden Nugget Casino owner Sir Steve Winn did
not cheat me in a roulette game back on Halloween day in the year of 1983 while
I resided at 506 Robin Hill Apartments. Ask any college mathematics professor
what the odds would B2 either WIN or LOSE 32 straight 50-50 bets. This is about
the same odds that my story is fabricated delusional nonsensical horse
dung!!!!!!!!!!! I can also prove those numbers. Put simply, every time you win
or lose a 50-50 bet in a roulette game, not counting the green ‘house-vig’
number of 0 and or 00 depending on the type of wheel as many games have 37
numbers and some still have 38 numbers, but all of them still contain the 36 non-vig
numbers. To win or lose two straight times the odds are
4:1, and three straight times, the odds are 8 to one. Now keep
doubling that to 32 straight losses.
Believing this BOM BLOG and the story that it contains is nothing but an
untruth is about the same thing as believing that I WAS NOT CHEATED THAT DAY
BACK ON 10-31-1983. I do nothing other than tell the truth, and as my loyal
followers know only too well, whoever they may be out there, really pisses off
and scares those responsible for the total meaningless destruction and
obliteration of my entire life, a crime that IMHO anyway, is even worse than
the Holocaust for the simple reason that even the nightmare in old Germany had
some rhyme and reason for its happening, twisted, sick, perverted and evil as
it obviously was, and there is no reason for this, other than PLAYING A SENSLESS GAME by Type-3-Exploratrons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If any sentence was ever spoken on this Earth, in the history of intelligent
life here, that equals and rivals that one for honesty and quintessential
truth, I would gladly sand on my head for a month and wait just to be able to
hear it, good people out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hopefully
Sunday I will be up and running at home, and be able to really begin to fight
my MISOE twisted scum ball enemies from Dogtown. MCNULTY SAID IT SO WELL BACK IN 1977, DID HE NAUGHT MIZZ BLAKE? I
will now echo and reiterate it for you, great Blogaudians. “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!!!!!!!!!!!!!
End of
this transmission for now @1:41 Post Meridian.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
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