MPN OF 2023—CHAPTER 004
SATURDAY, MARCH 4, 2023
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION----3:37 ANTE' MERIDIAN
SUPER BOTBAR YESTERDAY, AND 2:3 NOW 4 MARCH OF 2023
WOWZER, me' pitiful bloopity bleepity ****** *** ****** ********* *** ************ ****** ***** ************* ** **** *** ******** life has gone straight into ******* ******* **** ******* hellfire. To ******* **** ******* **** ******* ***** *** **** quote myself back in the middle late nineteen sixties at Camp Chesapeake in Northeast, Maryland-USA, when I would say 2 me' ole' camp counselor Mister Mack Kaiter on numerous occasions, “THIS IS WEEE-DEEEEEK-A-WUSS”!!!!!!!!! Things have totally deteriorated, my 'life-magnetics' as I have been labeling this for many decades now, and had intense discussions over three different decade periods with my now latengrate pal, Sir David Charles Roth of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The enemy SPAMM (SPACEFORCE-MISOE-MISEC) broke a phone chord B4 the end of the day that hooks into me' landline phone system. B4 that, they did another one of their persecuting “DEE-DEE-DEE-DEE-DEE” sounds on my phone line, and just as they did the other day. The sky was fairly heavy siege, perhaps a seven rating, on the 1-10 scale for measuring sky siege by choppers, chemtrails, and any type of planes harassing me. The SPACE-BAR-HACKING is getting bad now on top of all of the other ****** ******* ******* **** ******* ******** *** ******** junk. All day long, one thing after another kept “going” major JOE SIVO RPL-1980 “DOWN”. The bank was super crowded until my business was transacted and then like total magic, the hologram changed and hardly a soul was in there. Except 4 my candy at the Dollar Tree Store, they didn't have any other item that I was looking 2 purchase there. On top of that my EBT benefits have naught come in yet, despite the state of Florida telling the recipients that they SHOULD B IN ON THE SECOND DAY OF EACH MONTH. Sometimes it is as late as the 6th. At least once or twice last year it came in that late. Death angels are totally ****** ******* **** ******* off the scale and non-stop, and I think that the longest I am going without Mister Mortimer Mortino passing by on either me' left side or me' right side, is twenty minutes, and averaging more like every five minutes or so, YO! LIKE ****** ***** ***** EATING wow-wow-wow-WOWSER YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessireebob my friends and foes, it amazes me, looking back now, that the goddessdog gasoline station didn't blow up while I was gassing up me' twustworthy ole' frikkin' automobile, YO BROADCASTED SPELLchecker BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I swear 2 the goddess folks, days like this, and years and months like thissssssssssssssssssssss, and this.bootloader Sir spellchecker, and I am fully aware that ANYTHING IMAGINABLE CAN INDEED HAPPEN 2 ME, and it began B4 waking up with that wild library employee-theft nightmare!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I told you all about that in my previous blog. It needs naught B reiterated now, Mizz Blake!!!!!!!!!!
Each month is worse than the ******** ****** ******* month B4 it. January was bad, February was worse, and March is off the ****** ******* **** eating scales worse than the other two combined, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!
Here R me' MPB's (Magnetic Percentages 4 BOTBAR for both the Month of March as well as the year of 2023, and the spreading information between month and year also: WEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester-Frank and Sir Paul Evans Pine-Barrens Pedersen!!!!!!!!!!!
MONTHLY-MP4B---MARCH 1, 100%, MARCH 2, 50%, MARCH 3, 67%.
YEARLY-2023-MP4B---3/1---35%, 3/2---34%, 3/3---35%.
SPREAD OF MP4B----MONTH OVER YEAR:
MARCH 1, +65---(50=0 GRAPH)---[-15]
MARCH 2, +16---(50=0 GRAPH)---[34]
MARCH 3, +42---(50=0 GRAPH)---[8]
Remember pweeeeeeeeeze peeps, in magnetic percentages for BOTBAR, PLUSES R BAD, minuses R GOOD, think of it like playing mother ******* **** sucking GOLF. We want lower, naught HIGHER scores, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO ME' BROADCASTED BRO!!!!!!!!!
The continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
SOOOOOOOOOOO WHAT THE DOGTOWN ELSE IS NEW, MISTER CRANE???
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A MELANIE PSYCHIC AMOUNT OF UNITS 4 CRYING OUT LOUD?????
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YEAH HE'S SAYING, “I LOVE YOU SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, ALMIGHTY TEEN-QUEEN”.
DALMATIANS, their true origin far from Earth, in Sahasra Dal Kanwal. Still, the link below takes you all to a really cool co-blogger of mine at BLOGGER, check it out. You will be glad you did, it is really a cool blog. So 2 quote Sir C.F., “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!!!
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Well, I am going to crash for a few mother ******* hours, kind folks. Hate me all you want to if that makes you feel like big butt heroes, YO!!!!!!!!!!! And to think I would have done a Highlander on my dog walking cousins back on that day when my Aunt Ruth took me on that road trip, up to the north island 2 visit her older daughter, and my 4th cousin Christine, and for these wonderful wet washcloth shot nightmares, from beyond south Atlantic City!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyone refusing 2C the dream-gate-truths of 'C-SQ' being the “dream-realm”, is simply beyond educating.
Many strange things happen, not just to Mountainpen and not just wild esoteric type of stuff either. For one thing, Florida is called the sunshine state and yes, it is a very hot and sunny place indeed, but when I was a younger lad and still interested in girls, I always heard that blonds were more prevalent in sunny climates such as California and Florida. Only I hardly ever C a long haired blond down here and I've been here since middle December of 2009, folks. So what GIBBS here, great © Office, I'm left to wonder and cogitate over, YO???????
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BACK WHEN I STARTED THIS BULLSHIT ON THE DAM INTERNET, AND WISH NOW THAT I NEVER HAD, ED AND CHRIS, YO; I WAS STILL DOING MY VOICE RECORDING OF MY RECORD KEEPING OF MY PERSONAL DISASTROUS LIFE OF ETERNAL HELL.
Good Lord and 25 cents, Lenny McKinnon; don't shoot this poor old red light stopping piano player, just because I am nowhere near as good as that terrific Criminal Minds Cop, sheeeeeit can that mother fucker play, if it is real and not a Millie Vinnilli Amelia Bedellia double bubble rip off non steak techno-pop rip off!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW.
JUST FISHIN' AND SWIMMIN', AND LOOKIN' AT WOMEN; WHAT A LIFE? BEATS THE SLIT OUT OF MICROSUCKS CONTINUAL LIGHT-BULB HACKS, AS WELL AS A MILLION AND A DOG QUARTER OTHER MOTHER MUCKING MAJOR DAILY ASS ANNOYANCES. WHAAAAA!!!!!!!!
OK THERE, MISTER 'JOHN HOSEDREAMS KING'; MORIANITY may have been a complete trucking failure, and my houseboat two decades ago was as well; and for that matter, about nine thousand other things that I tried; but guess ducking what, ladies and gentlemen? At least I can go to my runt sniffing grave knowing that I really tried hard to do those 9,002 things. What did any of you try to do? These bastard scum bag bunt ducking 'ODF' hacker dirt bags are a royal pain in my ******* *** ****. WO lovely 1994 BPS-N@N cereal girl!
OF COURSE WE'RE ENDLESSLY MAKING STUFF UP AS WE GO ALONG.
SO WHERE DID IT ALL TRULY BEGIN, MIZZ SABRINA COLLINS/STUART?
MORIANITY BIBLE FOR MILLENIUM THREE:
Friday, September 22, 2006
Morianity Bible -----------------IS THE PAST REAL, IS THE FUTURE REAL?
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Thursday,
January 19,
2006
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Prologue
- Morianity Bible For Millenium 3, Old Testament
1995
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There is no good way to start this
journal of my endless life, you see I do
not ever die. In
this age of somewhat computer impersonal inter-world
interaction, I will start with plain simple English. First
there is a very sick
giant army of pure wicked slime-bags,
wrecking every facet of my life. It
worsened however 20
years ago when I resided in lovely Cherry Hill, NJ, and
much
will be spoken of, regarding this horrific nightmare. I have
offered 3
people the knowledge of creating their idea of
immortality, and I can make
good on my end of the deal.
Despite mans fear of death and the unknown, they
all turned
down my offer, even though what I want in return is not what
you
might think the usual things would be, such as sex or
money or power etc. I
do not want this. What I want is to be
believed and have a small group of
people join me in a fight
against something that goes beyond consp theories,
or any
sci-fi stuff. No one can ever give me what I want so bad,
OBLIVION.
I have a story to tell you that will topple the
world as we now perceive it
to be. Stay tuned, there is a
light year of story to tell, be braced....................
I do think it wise that this book be
made a part of my life and live journals,
as this is the
beginning of the book known as morianity bible. This will
not
follow the script of prior writings; as the times change
very quickly as
centuries continue moving forward. I feel
the need to point out that several
people play a major part
of my nightmare endless existence, and that they are
well
known high profile individuals. Unless you can see what I tell
you is
real, you will be offended as a direct result of
inability to comprehend.
People, animals, weather, and all
potential situations of interaction in this
gigantic 5th
dimensional hyperspace, are all totally controlled by
the
uplining thoughtwave that simply put, IS ALL THIS. No
way can I just start
right in imparting things about what
the 6th dimension really is, as though
we are having a
casual conversation over trivial everyday matters such as a
new
boy or girl friend, whether or not the mighty Philadelphia
Flyers will
win the 2006 Stanley Cup, and on and on. The 6th
dimension contains answers
to every question that ever has
plagued or interested mankind since it crawled
out of the
seas. I began my bible for no other reason in 1995, than
simply
put, and using mortal Earth language; I awoke from a
dream on the morning of
August fifteen, 1986, and upon
awakening I came here, wherever here is. NO
ONE ON GODS
GREEN-BROWN EARTH will believe me when I tell them that the
place that I fell asleep from the night before was not where I
am now, and have
been since this outlandish occurrence.
Since this happened, some things are
similar, and some
things are quite different. When I came to the library today
to
write this blog, my reading glasses vanished and turned up in a
very weird
spot, and then a crazy person tried intentionally
yo hit my car while I was
merely attempting to normally
park. Things like this occur constantly, and
thousands of
hellish things worse, every year since this hell began in
1986,
whereas before all of this, my life was boring and
dull, not great, but
certainly not TOTAL FREAKING HELL. I
have been in a death-hell sentence for
20 years now, and all
from doing no more than waking up from a spurious and
crazy
dream, where I lived in Atlantic City, NJ, but in an entirely
altered
reality, some might refer to as a parallel universe.
One possible explanation
for this is that I used to
experiment with many electronic devices, and you
would never
believe me if I told you the whole story. Long before many of
the
technologies of century 21 existed, I applied an ancient
alchemists theory
to life by combining science with the
magical world, hence creating a commingling
of sorts of
existing powers that man had tapped into. There are several
people
that were suddenly added and subtracted from known
reality, and the machine
it was done on was a Panasonic
Technics RS1500US open reel recorder. In closing
the first
chapter of this bible, I will simply say this: I am in hell. I
have
been shot in a Wawa, drowned, poisoned, electrocuted,
killed in 5 traffic
crashes, the worst being in Woodbury,
NJ, and have had several massive and
fatal heart attacks.
Death hates my guts and has been ordered to not let me
get
out of this nightmare. I am constantly evicted from wherever I
live,
friends keep dying strange deaths, I am fired off jobs
with no explanations,
and every time that I eventually and
painstakingly get a new person in my life
who possibly might
help me, they turn on me with no rhyme nor reason. 2
churches
asked me to leave the fold as they believe I am
cursed of God, or possessed,
or some other such absurd
nonsense. No matter what I try to ever do
socially,
financially, or whateverally, IT FAILS, FAILS,
F-A-I-L-S. These are the persons
responsible for the
complete destruction of an innocent man, though they have
no
clue that any of this is going on. DONALD TRUMP, DONNA SUMMER,
ROBERT CLARK, ED SNYDER, RICHARD KARPF, MAYER BOB LEVY OF ACNJ,
ROBERT MCGUIRE, SARAH CALLIO MARTINO, FRANK CALLIO, THOMAS J.
REALE, MARY CARTER PAINTS. CIA, NSA, and many BFA 'black file
agencies", are owned-controlled by the Callio-Martino
families of East Jersey. Chapter two will tell you details of
what these wicked subskumites do to me in covert ugly detail,
stay tuned. Thank you "TOMORROW-NOW" network for
carrying this message through World System which is the
replacement of present day internet. Anybody who never saw a
movie called "THE TRUEMAN SHOW" needs to get to a
video rental
system
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Tuesday,
January 31,
2006
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Chapter
01 Daring To
Know
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Hello
world, it is me again, taking u now into the second chapter of
MB. I
lived here long ago as King David, and loved Jehovah
as some call 'Him', more
than life itself. I am not sure
whether I will be forgiven for saying all
that I will say
today, but my spirit as mortals term the word, is unable
to
resist the temptation. First, what u all believe to be
independent people
with independent thought, is the biggest
joke since Adam's APPLE being stuck
in all of the throats of
the human race. The thyroid gland can indeed be used
by all
the gods as sort of a 'punishment collar', just as suggested by
the
great and late Mr. Gene Roddenberry of Star Trek. I
should know, as goddess
Diana Arteemis, daughter of Zeus
Ressikahn Zuudlow, and cousin of the great
Sarah-Stacey
Jehovah Karge Krassle, has been using one on poor ol lil
me
since 10:30 PM on the night of June 4th of 1983. If I do
not do what my 2
lightning goddesses tell me to do, I am not
only punished in human ways on
this human realm or plane,
but far worse and stranger nightmares occur on
dream or
astral realms, and even beyond into non fathomability by
homosapiens
of this darling little planet. You could never
know the wrath of these power-
ful beings until you are able
to remember in consciousness, just how mighty
they are, and
what they can do to you. I could tell things to this world
that
no one would ever choose to accept nor believe. To list
a very few of them,
on risk of punitation that goes far
beyond your concept of death and
destruction, first and
foremost, weather on this Earth has not been
naturally
occurring on any real level since the end of 1987.
All formation of clouds is
made from jet trails that some
conspiracy theorists call CHEMTRAILS. These
deadly vapor
trails are not what they were before the mid 1980's, when
they
were legitimate propane fumes resulting from jet
aircraft's flying from city
to city. They quickly
evaporated, dispersed into invisibility, and were gone.
Now,
and for 2 decades now, they turn into big wide creepy looking
smokey
vapors, and eventually, if you have patience to watch
this horror, you will
observe that a clear blue sky will go
from beautiful to nothing more than an
entire gray and ugly
mess, hence, changing the entire weather pattern over
an
entire area, area after area, until eventually, these clouds
thicken and
turn darker. From this rain will fall, and
storms and patterns of numerous
weather conditions, develop
around the entire globe. Should these jets stop doing this, no
new weather would exist anywhere on this world, and I refuse to
believe that top weather channel
meteorologists, can be
unaware, and totally oblivious to this. Not that it
would
matter, because the minute to try do expose this crap, your
life will
rapidly go to hell. Everyone you tell that takes
any interest and tries to
assist in getting to the bottom of
it, suddenly watches their life go down
the girgler at light
speed squared, or warp ten for the trekkers. Anyone u
enlist
to help to expose any of the secrets of the gods and their
goofy plans
for this game arena we call Earth and life, will
watch all those around them
such as friends, spouses, family
members, neighbors, co-workers, and on and
on, GO STRAIGHT
TO A FIREY
H--E--L--L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They
invented the science of psychiatry and psychology, to enable
them to list
you as all sorts of 'iteses and enicks', etc.
This works just like the war room
in the pentagon. Before
they do any big thing, they already have two or three
cover
stories ready to go out, should the diareah run smack into the
giant fan.
Who really owns the pentagon, and all evil and
wickedness around the globe?
When I lived here as David 3K
years ago, I put up with this same 'ENEMY
CHANNEL'. Watch my
language choices carefully, my fellow brethren and sistren,
I
said channel, it is not, it was not, nor will it ever be,
individual persons that come after u and make u miserable when
you are a threat to them through what I've termed EXPOSURE
METHODOLOGY. Now for the GREAT MACHINE and the really big story
on 'my action news'. Their is a powerful and magical scripture
in the Christian King James version of the HOLY BIBLE, that
seriously, and not taken as story or parable; that refers to
the so-called devil by his
fallen name, and goes a bit like
this, WATCH OUT AND BE DILIGENT SO AS TO
AVOID SATAN'S
DEVICES... Preachers great and small, with seminary
degree,
believe A HUGE LIE. They do not take the word
DEVICES to actually be a super
HI-TEK Machine, capable of
negatively effecting energy that exists in the
quantum foam
of fifth-dimensional space, in such a spurious and
outlandish
way. You see, it effects anything. and I said
ANYTHING, that runs or is any
way part of anything
ELECTICAL, MECHANICAL, OR BIOLOGICAL, and the reason it can do
this is because all 3 of these things are only real on a 3
dimensional
plane of life as a type of mass times light
speed squared on a very unusually
high frequency of P and S
cloud inter-orbital atomic signature. The device is
thus
able to interfere with the exact signature of subatomic
orbiting particles
that cause 4th and 5th dimensional
changes or interdimensionalization as some
sci-fi buffs may
have seen it used in their favorite shows. This
weekend,
everything was hit around me, from my physical
body, my electronic home
devices, my automobile, people
around me by way of influencing their mental
channel, and on
and on. These machines can turn a child int an old dying
lump
of clay, as well as the other way around. I have witnessed what
it can
do. The only reason I live and breathe and can still
speak and type, is
because I too have had my day of
reckoning with this magical device. There
is one of these
stationary gadgets on State Street in Camden, NJ, another
one
is in Atlantic City,NJ on Tennessee Avenue above a
casino bus parking lot,
and the third one is in Haddonfield,
NJ close to the Pennypacker Park in a
building called Coolie
Hall. The other buildings are Recorded Publications
Laboratory,
and the ACNJ one is in mid air, as a fire took out the
Bolivar
Hotel where it was originally brought into our human
world straight from very
high astral planes, by the great
Sarah-Stacey Herself, THE ALL MIGHTY God of
our pathetically
deluded world. These machines can propagate themselves
in
similar fashion to humans who can make babies. Any
electrical or mechanical
device that gets close to one of
the 3 master devices becomes EMPOWERED, in
a much lessor
strength than the original, and the process can endlessly
go
on, with power being similar to that of nuclear half-life
weak force decaying
4th dimensional cycling. Let me close up
chapter 2 of MB by reminding my
readers that the day Mayor
Levy took office in ACNJ, notice how the ocean was
sending
him a message that he better do a good job and clean up her
great
city in the human world. The GREAT SARAH is watching
you chief. Goddess Jupiter transmitted her lightning through
the vacuum of space, and into the dark dead quiet seas of this
world. The Atlantic Ocean does not like people who hurt
'THAT
BOY', as she has called me for quintillions of endless eons.
weather
conditions develop around the entire globe. Should
these jets stop doing this,
no new weather would exit
anywhere on this world, and I refuse to believe
that top
weather channel meteorologists can be unaware and totally
oblivious
to this. Not that it would matter, because the
minute to try do expose this
crap, your life will rapidly go
to hell. Everyone you tell that takes any
interest and tries
to assist in getting to the bottom of it, suddenly
watches
their life go down the girgler at light speed
squared, or warp ten for the
trekkers. Anyone U enlist to
help to expose any of the secrets of the gods
and their
goofy plans for this game arena we call Earth and life, will
watch
all those around them such as friends, spouses, family
members, neighbors,
co-workers, and on and on, GO STRAIGHT
TO A FIREY H E L L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They invented the
science of psychiatry and psychology, to enable them to
list
you as all sorts of iteses and enicks, etc. This works
just like the war room
in the pentagon. Before they do any
big thing, they already have two or three
cover stories
ready to go out should the diareah run smack into the giant
fan.
Who really owns the pentagon, and all evil and
wickedness around the globe?
When I lived here as David 3K
years ago, I put up with this same 'ENEMY
CHANNEL'. Watch
my language choices carefully, my fellow brethren and sistren,
I said channel, it is not, it was not, nor will it ever be,
individual persons that
come after U and make U miserable
when you are a threat to them through what
I've termed
EXPOSURE METHODOLOGY. Now for the GREAT MACHINE and the really
big story on 'my action news'. Their is a powerful and magical
scripture in the Christian King James version of the HOLY
BIBLE, that seriously, and not
taken as story or parable;
that refers to the so-called devil by his fallen
name, and
goes a bit like this, WATCH OUT AND BE DILIGENT SO AS TO AVOID
SATAN'S DEVICES....Preachers great and small, with seminary
degree, believe A HUGE LIE. They do not take the word DEVICES
to actually be a super HI-TEK Machine, capable of negatively
effecting energy that exists in the quantum
foam of
fifth-dimensional space, in such a spurious and outlandish way.
You
see, it effects anything. and I said ANYTHING, that runs
or is any way part
of anything ELECTICAL, MECHANICAL, OR
BIOLOGICAL, and the reason it can do this is because all 3 of
these things are only real on a 3 dimensional plane
of life
as a type of mass times light speed squared on a very unusually
high
frequency of P and S cloud inter-orbital atomic
signature. The device is thus
able to interfere with the
exact signature of subatomic orbiting particles
that cause
4th and 5th dimensional changes or interdimensionalization as
some
sci-fi buffs may have seen it used in their favorite
shows. This weekend,
everything was hit around me, from my
physical body, my electronic home
devices, my automobile,
people around me by way of influencing their mental
channel,
and on and on. These machines can turn a child int an old dying
lump
of clay, as well as the other way around. I have
witnessed what it can do.
The only reason I live and breathe
and can still speak and type, is because
I too have had my
day of reckoning with this magical device. There is one
of
these stationary gadgets on State Street in Camden, NJ,
another one is in
Atlantic City, NJ on Tennessee Avenue
above a casino bus parking lot, and
the third one is in
Haddonfield, NJ close to the Pennypacker Park in a
building
called Coolie Hall. The other buildings are Recorded
Publications
Laboratory, and the ACNJ one is in mid air, as
a fire took out the Bolivar
Hotel where it was originally
brought into our human world straight from very
high astral
planes, by the great Sarah-Stacey Herself, THE ALL MIGHTY God
of
our pathetically deluded world. These machines can
propagate themselves in
similar fashion to humans who can
make babies. Any electrical or mechanical
device that gets
close to one of the 3 master devices becomes EMPOWERED, in
a
much lessor strength than the original, and the process can
endlessly go
on, with power being similar to that of nuclear
half-life weak force decaying
4th dimensional cycling. Let
me close up chapter 2 of MB by reminding my
readers that the
day Mayor Levy took office in ACNJ, notice how the ocean
was
sending him a message that he better do a good job and
clean up her great
city in the human world. The GREAT SARAH
is watching you chief. Goddess
Jupiter transmitted her
lightning through the vacuum of space, and into the
dark
dead quiet seas of this world. The Atlantic Ocean does not like
people
who hurt 'THAT BOY', as she has called me for
quintillions of endless
eons.
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Wednesday,
February 08,
2006
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Chapter
02 Putting A Nightmare
Together
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I
have much to tell u all in order to bring u up to speed. These
filthy
slime-bags wrecked me a few days after posting
chapter 2. My auto was wrecked,
they fly over in planes and
drive by in cars, using the machine I told u about
that
effects anything electrical, mechanical, and biological. One
minute I am
fine, then boom, u crap your insides out before
u can get to a toilet. This has
been going on now since
1986, as previously mentioned where I discuss returning
here
from a nightmare, to find myself in a worse realer nightmare of
literally
being in HELL.
You will never know what I suffer
through. Trying to get my only vehicle
repaired, was
literally as difficult as becoming a brain surgeon. All of
a
sudden my mechanic has a major emergency due to someone
'just happening to pick the day I needed help desperately',
dropped a dime on him and told school-board authorities that
his children were illegally attending school in the
wrong
district. This complex mess led to me not getting
help, as the stand by mechanic
did not give a hoot in hot
hurl-juice about me, wouldn't answer my phone calls,
nor
called me. Next day, someone tries to help me, and everything u
could
possibly imagine occurred so that I was unable to meet
with her at a pre
arranged spot, and it was an endless hell,
just attempting to get to the
mechanic shop in order to
retrieve my auto. As I type now at Hammonton library,
a
super low private CIA-NSA airplane is flying directly overhead
to try and
annoy and or frighten me. It won't work
dirtballs.
What u must now be brought up to
speed on is something called STATISTICAL
TECHNOLOGY and what
the 'enemy' is doing with it. For two sick twisted decades,
I've gone through total bat-biting HELL with this total crap.
They have created a game with me where I am in my very life
itself in all possible aspects of it,
connected to three
seemingly unconnected other items of physical life, these
being
the DOW JONES, the PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES, and the PHILADELPHIA
FLYERS. As totally off the wall and ludicrous as this will
sound, it is goddamn real, and is happening to me. They follow
me around day and night and persecute me to death, to endlessly
keep this PARALLEL EVENT, as I have so named it, going and
going forever. They seem to have this all confused with a
copper-top battery, and as I speak now, a crash level
helicopter almost blew the roof off of the library building. I
cannot make anyone believe my hell is real, and they claim
justice exists in this miserable world, or that God is loving
and caring, and would never allow an innocent being to suffer
in an unfathomable hell endlessly. But deep down most of us
21st centers are beginning to realize that all this crap of
standard religion is fed to all of us, with the motive of
CONTROLLING US ALL. The biggest fear is the so called UFO and
coverup of the situation, whatever, like religious stuff, it
really is all about. Many movie directors in sci-fi films,
dating from BUCK ROGERS up to X FILES, will tell u that uncle
is more than happy to cooperate with them, and sharing helpful
things with them, just so long as certain ???????? topics and
things are left either out of the equation, or it is reedited
in ways uncle is more comfortable with, and if u are ok with
that, they'll bend over backwards with athletic agility, to
assist u with making your sci-fi movie. But if u are hard
headed about it, not only does their
cooperation vanish like
a morning mist in a hot summer sun, but films have been
lost
and burned, and people have indeed been FREAKING
ELIMINATED.......I should have inside info if anyone does, as I
worked 2 years in the entertainment
industry. If I lie, I
hope my beloved parents are burning in the god's hottest
hell.
This is not to imply for a nanominute, that I believe in little
green
aliens and ufo ship saucers, and on and on. What I
know for fact that is really
going on, is this: We are the
gods living here on a lower realm, creating a huge
reality
show for us to enjoy as the gods we actually are in the higher
realms,
where we are watching our lower selves, in similar
fashion I am sure that Susan
Lucci sets her VCR to watch
ERICA CANE in the show, while kicked back with a
diet soda
and pink salmon, in the privacy and luxury of her own home. I
randomly
selected the eats, after-all, look at that body for
the gods sake, or is she one
of them. In any event, let me
revert to thinking with my better and higher head
now, and
go on to tell you all what is really happening. DIVERSION
AND
DISTRACTION=ANTIHELL. In order to not constantly and
infinitely dwell on the hellish reality that THERE IS NO
OBLIVION, u must get into the best possible
kill-time so to
speak, and no to the men of the world, it really ain't sex.
It
must be something longer lasting with an endless fix, and
the gods have all
agreed to choose power struggles, physical
challenges, contests, and games. This
is why they gave the
Romans the gladiators, and the fights to the death;
and
football to the 19th, 20th, and 21st centuries A.D. Have
we as homosapiens
changed one bit with all our bits and
bytes and matrix's and any such
foolishness of mans
reasoning? Say yes and graduate to 'asshole of the day
club's
president and chief executive officer'. Just look around after
any bloody
gorey accident or crime scene, and watch all the
blood thirsty human-vampires,
with their veracious desire to
stand around and watch, but not lift a lousy
finger to do
anything helpful; a real 'LENNY BRISCOE PISSOFF'.
In
closing, just know that I intend to tell all that is being done
to me, and
all that you ever will do to me, whomever u
sick-ass bastards are out there, to
all of cyberspace. It is
only a matter of time before I learn how to blog share,
create
bulletin boards, chat rooms on the subject of victims of
invisible
harassment, join other conspiracy theory groups
that I am quite certain must
already exist, and ultimately
share petatons of information with other
cyber-sufferers.
Cruel world, MY MURDER is on the
bloody hands of those I mention as I open my
bible called
'OLD TESTAMENT 1995'. No matter what u do to me, I'll survive
and
get u all back. A day will come where either you or your
great grand children
will meet up with their day of
reckoning, for all the terror you have inflicted
on me, my
friends, my family, and the murder of my best friend, my
mother, and
his mother, by a Freemason named Jonathon Schau.
Everything in the book by Dan Brown is a true and accurate
account of a real family line from David straight
to me. The
curse as wiccans would term it, was passed to me at about age 3
or
so, when the one whom previously bore GOD APPOLOLUCIFER
ZOXAISS ZUDLOW, grandson of ZUDLOW CHRONUS's curse against the
family of KING DAVID OF ISREAL, murdered his wife and mother in
law, and then proceeded to hang himself in the cellar of the
home in which he resided in Braintree, Massachusetts. This is
the actual event that occurred, that later would go on to
inspire the fictional nonsense in Ammityville, Long Island,
New York.
I'll tell much more in chapter 4
my brethren and sistren, so stay tuned. In
the not all that
distant future, they are watching all of this, and all of
us,
through very sophisticated TIME-DELAY SATELLITE SYSTEM
that I will not attempt to further elucidate upon at this
time.
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Wednesday,
March 01,
2006
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Chapter
03 Ending Of The Old
Testament
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I
am under constant continuous covert harassment by forces and
entities that
the christian scriptures refer to as 'the
council'. Calling someone a fool,
according to Messiah
Jesus, puts us in danger of this council. Their more new
age
and more complete name is the 'MILLIONTH COUNCIL', and they do
more than sit on judgment thrones. They have an incredible
ability and that is totally
misunderstood by science,
philosophy, ufology, and all other fact/fiction groups
and
mindsets. They can throw interactions at us, as though we are
sitting in a
movie theater of life, while they transmit to
our mind and senses, exactly what
they wish to do, in order
for them to run all the worlds of 3rd, 4th, and 5th
dimensional
existences to their personal choosing, and their is no stopping
or
beating them. They can make you totally fail at
everything, no matter how
meticulously you plan and execute
your movements.
For 20 years they have persecuted
me and made my life a living hell. Each 20
year period back
before is not quite as bad, henceforth a dummy can predict
my
extremely bleak future. For weeks they have been flying
loud choppers over me where I go or live or work. They have
destroyed all of my electronic equipment, and my automobile. If
I told u that all the top secret Bluebook answers are nothing
like you think they are, u would not believe me, as who the
heck am I? Their power source comes from several things that
mortal finite mind can grasp to some point, such as quantum
stationary gravitronic foam channels, but the real power lies
in their power of Ettos, abbreviated from ELECTROMAGNETIC
THOUGHT TRANSMISSION AND OMMISSION SYSTEM. The mind is not u,
but to make it understandable to u, you as 'isness of being' or
soul existence, simply exist. Time and space is pure illusion.
Reality is non dimensional infinity or us in our true
beingness. As some get on to the truth, power structures become
endangered. Separation of church and state are of course
important, even vital, but reality is that one cannot exist
without its counterpart other, a reality of contrast so to
speak.
If organized religion closed its door tomorrow, state
would be out in the cold
as well. U simply cannot have a
meaningful one without another, simple law of
contrast. What
is up without down, and what is light without dark? The truth
of
what is really going on for example the 'ufo situation',
would wipe out the
organized worldly religions, and with
that done, state control over the population is out the door as
well.
Whether saucers or aliens exist
inside this 100 billion light year sphere is as
meaningless
as one particular day in grammar school is to Colin Powell
during
the heat of battle in Desert Storm. The fear of the
controllers EARTHREALMERS
[government], as well as
OTHEREALMERS the [MILLIONTH COUNCIL], both the 'CONTROLLERS'
married in separate beds so to speak, is that as general
population gets more and more onto reality and what it really
is all about, control over the many by the powerful few, goes
poof. THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL is the most dangerous thing in the
world, and in all the worlds of possible hyperspace
interaction; or the opposite polarity, to zero dimensional
existence at infinity.
I have much more to tell u all in
CHP. 5, but I am pressed for time. Just know
that while you
live physically, all that is happening is that you are for
lack
of better words, being thrown a reality or interactive
time fraction. U are
permitted a menu of free will so to
speak, but it is meaningless, as we are all
in a sort of a
frozen hell, with no beginning and no end, as time just aint
real
my friend.
Should Mr. Bush & his pop get
up tomorrow morn and tell the citizenry the so
called truth
of what the ufo thing is all about, they would simply be
telling
you what I am, simply put a bit more elegantly and
eloquently. But let me try to
tell the world the truth,
forget it, as I am poor little Mister
Nobody.
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Thursday,
March 30,
2006
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Chapter
04 Moving In The 5th
Dimension
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Here
we go again my friends of the 6th dimension, those lovely
invisible things
that exist similarly to dots on a disc ROM
waiting for the laser beam to bring
their conscious
awareness to void infinity, into endless possible
individual
interactions in the great hyperspace. Hyperspace,
referred to in this bible from
now on as 'HS', is the fifth
dimensional reality of the endless upline and
downline
reality above it all that will eventually loop down on each end
and
with sufficient force to loop the falling infinity-ends
into a loop, just as is
occurring in lower dimensions. Take
a straight line and extend it out to the left
and right long
enough, and it comes under effect of gravitron-reality. The
world
stole the matrix idea from me, as I talked about it
long before anybody, in the
70's as a matter of fact. In
truth, there is no machine, computer, program,
intelligent
single or combined entity or force, or what have you. It is a
bit
bigger, yet much simpler than all that. Reality is so
incredibly simple that you
will never believe nor understand
me, as I do live in and AS pure reality, and
while not in
the sixth dimension of MIND, which contains all mind,
thought,
brain, memory biological, mechanical, the
cyberspace, and all else u could ever
imagine, I live in
endless interactions of 5-D reality of what science now
refers
to as HS. Think back to when u could only crawl, then later,
wow, u could
walk, then later still, Jesus-Holy-Moses, u
could run. Before u could do any of
these things, u could
not do them. Does this say you can fly, transport
yourself
beyond death, and more, the answer is a resounding
YES, but it is naturally a
conditionally based yes. Before I
totally knew that I could move in the 4th
dimension, like u
I was totally stuck in the 3rd. Later, upon realizing I
could
move in the 5th, again I did so, sort of a new "going
from crawl to walk to run"
situation.
Believe me or not, this is always
up to u. Once I began living fifth
dimensionally, the
limitations of 3-D life, totally remove themselves from
an
entities reality, and it becomes an entity of true and
real BEINGNESS, subject
only to 6th dimensional
upline/downline multiverse system, and 7th
dimensional
LAWTRONICS above that. This is what the words
imply, they tell the tronics, the
ARCHITECTS AND BUILDERS OF
THE DREAMWORLDS, what do do, the rules such as gravitation,
time, space-time brain's inter-phase in individual dream
sequences or 'lifetimes' which all exist as one simultaneous
cosmic 5-D reality, and on addinfinitem.
One life seems real to us, and all
others seem to come from falling asleep,
hallucinogenic
medications, over-boozing, and physical body damage and
total
eventual demise. This is a huge cosmic illusion that
will endlessly LIE to all
unenlightened beings and entities
that do not start to see 5-D reality, and then
go on to live
in it. Back to the baby whom learns to crawl and walk, and
later
as the child, to run: No one with color TV is willing
to return to watching B&W,
nor stereo-hi-fi listeners
are willing to even entertain the notion of giving
this up
for the return of ear punishing hand held 1961 transistor
radio, with the
one half inch tin speaker in mono. U can all
hate me in 2K6, but I look at all
of u that insist on living
your 3-D lives, as the EPITOME
OF
DINOSAURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Death has no
claim over a 5th dimensional being. Death is a three
dimensional reality that passes through me as the air does as I
walk down the block. Time, age, gravity, to me, all nothing but
3-D illusions. But I have an enemy force that also comes from
and quite actually IS 5TH DIMENSIONAL. Before going on, let me
tell you that they have made that first day of 2K6 spring, and
every spring day since, A TOTAL NIGHTMARE INFINITE H-E-L-L FOR
ME. Their power lies far beyond your concept of any religion
practiced on this ball of puke, and their dangerous and vicious
mind control techniques on 3-D biological beings like all of u,
is beyond unconscionable and horrific. It is more revolting
than a trillion monkeys and pigs, hurling right down our
throats, every second of our lives. We all are constantly being
cheated out of a tiny bit of 'heaven' so to speak, that would
at least distract us from the awesome awful and unfathomable
hell condition we are all endlessly in, NO WAY TO REACH
OBLIVION. Once you're 'here', you have always been here and
will always be here, as all time is one time, and only illusion
tells u not to realize this total truth. OBLIVION, the greatest
thing that ever could be, is unreachable. To
distract out of
this nightmare, we on higher astral levels torment our
lower
probe like selves here on Earth, with constant games,
CHALLENGES, CONTESTS, POWER STRUGGLES OVER MATERIAL, SEX, LAND,
MIGHT, AND THE MONEY ORIENTED EGO, OR SPACE TIME SELF TYPE OF
THINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE HUGEST
GAME PLAYED IS WITH ME FOR TWENTY GODDAMN YEARS OR MORE NOW,
and it is called PARALLEL EVENT; the greatest kept secret in
all the USA black file agencies, that are run and operated by
these sick and twisted gods. With me they chose two
Philadelphia sports teams, and the Dow Jones stock market
system. When Phillies win, Flyers lose and market is down.
Concentrically, when Phillies lose, Flyers win and market is
up. Check the way 90% of the time these stats go
together.
Now for the real clicker and stone cruncher: When my life is
running
good, a very rare occasion, this translates to
market down , Flyers lose, and
Phillies win. when my life is
running bad, a very constant shituation, no the
word was not
misspelled, the Phillies are dying, and the DOW AND THE FLYERS
ARE FREAKING F L Y I N G, YES F L Y I N G, and to keep the
market and Flyers hot and the poor Phillies forever crushed,
they constantly make my freaking life a total total total
infinite burning N I G H T M A R E H E LL !!!!!!!!!!!! I have
been dealing with these scummy scuzzy turds 4 a very long time,
and I could have either let them win and drive me mad, as they
have many others before me that u think the poor bastards are
just cooks in a rubber room banging their heads and screaming
for martin sheen's hand, but instead I chose to stand and fight
in ways that no other mortal or master has ever had to do quite
like me, in the history of our entire 5-D multiverse. Now my
mission is to tell the world what these vicious scum are doing
to me, even though it really is not them, but scummy gods
operating their vicious ETTOS POWER through them, and these are
the main group involved in bringing me down, not that there are
not also many sub-groups: DONNA SUMMER, DONALD TRUMP, ROBERT
MCGUIRE, ED SNYDER, SARAH CALLIO, FRANK CALLIO, THOMAS J.
REALE, PAULA KING, BOBBY CLARK-FLYERS GENERAL MANAGER,MR.
MARTINO OF MARTINOS RESTAURANT IN CLARIDGE CASINO OF ATLANTIC
CITY, AND ACNJ 'MAYOR, THE HONORABLE WOMANIZING EX CHIEF OF THE
BEACH PATROL, BOB LEVY, CERTAIN PERSONS IN LAW ENFORCEMENT IN
STATE AND ON TOWNSHIP LEVELS, THE ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL
UTILITIES AUTHORITY. In closing today, permit me to tell u that
I am under a death siege by the CIA,NRO, FBI, NSA, OSS, which
is not existing under same name but is the old presidents
secret service, all these people have no case against me. My
father was a loyal US Naval Officer and served in WW2. I have
never been part of any group that is in any way pro-violence,
nor am I a violent individual, I have no criminal nor police
record, nor nor in juvenile years, and there is no reason
for
my constant persecution. If this was the fair and free nation
it advertises
to be in this world, I would have recourse. I
do not. I have tried for 2 decades
to get help, and all I
get is treated very poorly by my civil servants,
congressman's
assistants, and numerous local and state authorities. Once
they
cuffed me and took me to Cherry Hill, NJ crises Center,
and had the nerve to
send a bill, which I said I would sue
the Township if forced to pay as I was
taken against my
will, for merely going to a police station and reporting
to
them that 1 of their officers was always following and
stalking me, Rocco, a
good friend of Callio. Today and 4 at
least most of this month, I have had major
military siege,
low loud jets and choppers and bomber planes flying over
my
residence and wherever I go. They use mind controlling
ETTOS to make all those
around me just vehemently believe
that I am just a crazy pathetic nutcase.
Again, from prior
writings in the MORIANITY BIBLE, ETTOS stands for their most
deadly weapon, more than a million hydrogen bombs put together,
ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION AND OMMISSION SYSTEM. May
the gods burn in hell, yea ya bitches, there is no oblivion and
eternal rest and peace for any of u pricks, NOT FREKIN' E V E
R!!!!!
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Tuesday,
April 04, 2006 Chapter 5
They Cannot Be
Shamed, Can Any Of
U?
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Good
afternoon my friends, and enemies in this lovely 5th
dimensional inter-
action we all share, either as us the
probes of the lower life parts of us,
or as the gods of the
higher life parts of us. Every year the Philadelphia
Phillies
baseball team SUCKS, and every year the Philadelphia Flyers
hockey
team soars through the sky like a showoff eagle. None
of it is legit, and you
are all wasting your time and money
with these teams, as IT IS TOTALLY 100%
FIXED. Not fixed
like mob crap, this shituation is on a much larger level.
They
will never get anything but SMASHED TO PIECES, the Phillies
that is, in
their annual home opener, and I totally know the
reason why, although nobody
anywhere chooses to believe in
anything that I tell them. I have no cosmic gun
to your
head, and you will all choose to believe what you want. By
screwing
with me, it causes a PARALELL EVENT, a cosmic
connection of two totally un-
related events to occur due to
events in reality being nothing more than
combinations of
subatomic number values, so to speak, and though u don't
see
how the connections can be real, they are. U must keep
in mind that the gods
love to use the DISTRACTION of GAMES,
and other things like power struggles,
challenges, reality
TV shows in our century, and on and on, dating back to
the
gladiators, and its present close counterpart---FOOTBALL, and
professional
sports in general. THIS ENTIRE THING IS TO D I
S T R A C T THEM, AND US IN OUR LOWER BEINGNESS PART OF THEM
WHILE WE 'LIVE' PHYSICALLY HERE ON THIS EVIL SINCURSED EARTH.
DISTRACTION FROM WHAT? What else? THAT THERE IS NO FREAKING O B
L I V I O N. With a little humor imparted into this, we all in
our true being selves, simply exist in VOID INFINITY, TOTAL
NOTHINGNESS, no mind, no dimension, no things, not even time in
which to be interactive in the situation, yet, and this I swear
be truth, AWARENESS or mind-dimensional-existence, is reality,
and it is all reality, and nothing else is reality, because
unless u dream out and away from zero dimensional void infinity
ALL THAT THERE IS OR EVER CAN BE is absolutely nothing, yet
awareness to this, or the dimension of existence or THE 6TH
DIMENSION, 1 and the same as zero dimensional void infinity,
there is no cold nor heat, you are not sitting, standing or
laying down, you are not floating. However there is always
awareness to this infinity,
sort of a MIND DIMENSION, or the
6th D so to speak, and no option 3 exists.
We as the gods
are always aware that we SIMPLY EXIST, and henceforth, we
have
the option of existing at and as infinity, or dreaming
out and away from it
into endless interactions of
hyperspace. Until u can c this truth, you will
remain
forever trapped in what old earth religion systems call Maya or
Mya,
translated "COSMIC ILLUSION". The gods part
of our infinite-ness or beingness,
never can shut off fully
so they must distract. Using PARALELL EVENT against
me is
their favorite game from early in1986 through this very day. I
will be
evicted within 30 days for no fault of my own,
another CIA stunt, to make sure
not only Phils home opener
was ruined, but bobby fart-barf Clark gets his
Stanley Cup
win in a few weeks with his dirt-bag cheating Flyers hockey
team.
No shame, no they all have no shame, while they enjoy
wrecking my pathetic
life endlessly. But somewhere out
there, be it a priest or someone else that
has in some way
been confessed to, you have a cosmic duty if u know of
my
torture, to come forward and speak out 2 the authorities.
If you do not,
you're own belief systems will kick in, and
you will most certainly die someday,
and ENDLESSLY R O T - I
N - H E L L........ THAT IS H E L L
!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Monday,
April
10,
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Chapter
6 Uforce, Milituforce, And Chemtrail
Death
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OBVIOUSLY
I AM BEING HACKED BY THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL. CANNOT MAKE THE
LETTERING CASE GO TO THE SMALL MODE. Well, even I can learn
some things about these wonders of nuts and bolts, I repaired
the problem. I am under the worst siege of my life, the
beautiful blue skies of Atlantic County, New Jersey have been
totally turned to gray, by these miserable filthy scum-holes,
well, to be one, you must come from one, and let me proclaim
right now fellows, your moms really sweated up the sheets with
me last night, wow-wow-and WO! What tears it for me is that no
one else whom is not the target of the harassment, ever notices
it no matter if a jet bomber lands in a wawa parking lot, and
this is what Master Jesus of Nazareth obviously and blatantly
refers to as "for those whom have eyes and see not, and
ears but heareth not". The scriptures come totally to life
for me, as I am one son of a bitch who has, nor needs,
ABSOLUTELY NO SPIRITUAL FAITH. I do not believe in the
"spiritual" or otherworldly realities, instead I
ABSOLUTELY KNOW WITH TOTAL ASSURANCE, that it is all real and
True. Why don't any of u out there ever realize that these ufo
pricks are changing our weather, and turning our beautiful blue
skies blue? Are u all so freaking blind? Road rage, attention
deficit disorder, school violence, fibromyalgia,
many new
diseases and blood abnormalities, cancers, and the list goes on
and
on, are all coming from these wicked filthy P O I S O N
O U S CHEMTRAILS, wake up people !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HAVE YOU EYES AND SEE NOT, AND BRAIN THAT FREKKIN' THINKS NOT?
I am going to tell u a huge secret today that they do not want
u to know. 500,000 years from today in distant 'EXISTANCE
SPHERES' that are 500,000 light years away, we in the future,
us really but it is too complex to go into, happen to see our
TV and hear our radio, and this is of course long after they
know or remember what it is all about, as there is no
entertainment then. Complex hyper-spacial interference on the
mental channel results, and we are playing a game with our own
selves here in the past with all this weird saucer/alien/etc.
crap. Everything is as real and as unreal as we make it be on
the sixth dimension of
MIND.
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Thursday,
April
27,
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2006
Chapter 7 Forbidden
Information
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And
a good good day to you, friends and foes of MORIANITY, yes I am
still here
and surviving all of your vicious attacks,
OTAMMSKUM. Pretending my name is
Michael Mountainpen, which
it is not, I assure you, the initials are like
the candy,
yummy, no not me. But now the word stands for ORGANIZED
TRASH
AGAINST MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, O T A M M. Obviously, a
moron can see why I have called such wicked pure filth by this
code name. Starting at 2 P.M. Yesterday, Wednesday, 04/26/06, I
was furiously and viciously assaulted, without provocation, as
with all times of attack, and it is going on well into today,
the 27th. I was merely putting gasoline in my vehicle, when out
of nowhere, along comes, no not a spider, but a super loud
piece a shit Harley Motor sickle, who gunned
passed me with
intent, and my ear still hurts today. If I had the tag, I
would
call the prosecutors office, the police, and then onto
an injury lawyer, to
sue the freaking fat bass-turd for all
the slob's insurance company is forced
by jersey-jury-award,
to pay me. It was only starting at this point, no where
near
to being over! 6,7, maybe 8 minutes later, after finishing
gassing up,
and with 3 gallons of ice cream in a hot car
that they know is hot as they
broke the air conditioning
system in it on 3 separate occasions, finally forcing
me to
give up repairing the bitch. Hence and hitherto, they knew they
could
easily wreck my ice cream and turn it into milk-trash,
by doing what they do
to me on many occasions: STAGE A PHONY
CAR AND ROAD INCIDENT. This is exactly what they did, right by
WAWA store in Hammonton, NJ, on route 30. Fortunately I thought
fast. I saw what was happening, and not the 3- Dimensional road
situation, STOP FRIGGIN LIVING SO DAMN THREE DEEINGLY, JESUS.
THINGS DON'T JUST HAPPEN, OUR UNCONSCIOUS COLLECTIVE MIND AS
THE GODS ARE PLAYING WITHTHEMSELVES, LITERALLY, THROUGH ALL OF
US. They cannot take the painful hellish nightmarish torment
that there is never never never never any end to existence, how
can their be for the gods sake, we simply exist, UNCONSCIOUS
AWARENESS AT INFINITY IS ALL THAT IS REAL. DREAMWORLDS CAN BE
CREATED FOR AMUSEMENT AND ENTERTAINMENT, PERHAPS BETTER SAID
AS A KILL-TIME, BUT THE TIME AS WELL AS THE INTERACTIONS ARE
ALL NOTHING MORE THAN THEIR, OR OUR, CREATED DREAMS. Being
totally unconscious to the things containing dimension, we as
the gods in infinity, naturally must start our dreaming on what
mystics and psychics refer to as ASTRAL REALMS OR PLANES. You
cannot choose to be a character in physical life, a mountain,
or a star, from infinity, so you first dream out and away from
this void nothingness which is in truth total absolute reality,
and then from astral realities, we all get together and form
societies, concepts, ideas, and imaginings of all various
sorts. Some of the dream-downs from there to here in
physicality are made as is so to speak, while other astral
entities known by forces of the 'MILLIONTH COUNCIL', as
'phase-4' beings. These dudes and duddesses get here in
physicality through the imaginings of people like mystery
writers, story and folk lore tellers, TV sci-fi
creators,
fictional book authors, and the list goes on.
Every fantasy u will ever have
in a human life, is them
coming alive through u, and u must become aware of
these
great secret mysteries as u become more enlightened to the
truths of
which I tell, lest, major troubles and hassles
await ye my brethren and
sistren. Think about it in hi-tek
terms with this example. It is two thousand
eighty five now.
It is 7 at night and a warm late autumn breeze is
blowing
softly through your screen enclosed outer deck at
your summer home at the
shore. You and 3 buddies, all 25-35
are putting away beer and pretzels, and
staring out at the
sunset over your lovely California Pacific Ocean panoramic
view
that u crack a 14K monthly nut to combinely rent from Trumps
rich grandson. But who is looking at the weather, or the
sunset, after 4 super beauty queens, come by strutting it at
full blast, with triple-D cup bikinis, showing just about the
whole wax-ball? But alas, shit, they are not interested at all
in the guys,
as they are a 3- way lezz team. No cold shower,
or early evening ocean swim is
gonna take the knots outa
these dudes shorts. Hey, screw it, we have virtual
reality,
and not those toys back in the thirties or forties. Wham, in
they go
to the made up beach, seems totally real. Scanner
pixed out the 3 babes, and
already digitally recreated them,
only they have but one thing on their minds,
exactly what u
told the computer to tell them to have on their minds. 3
days
later, as in our part of the century back here,
machines break, the crap's
being serviced, Big Jojo Maheeken
forgets that however when he gets a bit
bombed that night.
He walks out the real door and rapes the real girls or
one
anyway, before the other 2 six foot 3 amazons tear both
his arms half off,
and rip off mister Johnson in the final
con-game of his poor bastard life. I
may overdo it a bit in
my illustrations in order to make a point, hay, so
sue me, I
ain't got squat and a half
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FORBIDDEN INFORMATION can be transmitted.
It simply cannot
be received. I can shout what I know from the highest
mountain,
the furtherest star or the deepest cavern. I do
not get stopped, other than
knowing that I am totally
wasting my time, as all listeners to forbidden info
are
getting it encrypted, and cannot break code unless the gods
will and allow
it. Do u really doubt that unconsciousness is
what controls all shit here in
physical life on planet
earth? Did u ever hear of medical conditions
called
'HYSTERICAL-NON SYSTEMIC'? A great old TV show from
the start of the 1970's, called MEDICAL CENTER showed two of
these cases that I remember seeing, no pun meant, a girl named
Lucy with hysterical blindness, and a boy named Carl with
hysterical deafness. Translation: they were totally blind and
deaf, yet the ear and eye remained undamaged. The conscious
mind could not deal with vulgar things that these two teenagers
saw their parents do, the cases were unrelated from two
separate shows, but in any event, unconsciousness that is in
TOTAL CONTROL OF ALL, ON EARTH OR THE SO CALLED HEAVENS, kicked
in to protect the sanity of these youngsters. The memory stored
in conscious mind of the horrific deeds, were grabbed by
unconscious mind and locked out of conscious mind, causing the
sight or sound of the bad deed to be closed off from contact
with normal waking brain. The things that fade behind us int
deep seeming nothingness, are indeed in the void infinity. Many
mystics trance out to shut off this waking world as you call
it, they really are waking up out of their dream. Now as you
turn off this created dreamworld, the real astral worlds begin
to surface,
and the even more real truth of the void
infinity lies, no not above that, for
that is all there is,
and what really is,TOTAL VOID, NOTHINGNESS. Since
existence
in 5-D hyperspace, the void, or tween-astral life are what
there is, that is
it. You can never hope to ever reach that
blissful nirvana that the enlightened
tell you can be found.
Nirvanic oblivion is not an option, NO WAY JOSE', and
sorry
to be hell's worst messenger, but somebody's gotta tell it true
little
Tammie, not that it can be received, for what I tell
is FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE
AND INFORMATION. Finally, life
loopers verses life continuers will be harped
on lots more
in the 7th chapter of MORIANITY BIBLE. I'll graze peach fuzz
off
the top of the berg that gave the Titanic to my lovely
Sarah-Stacey, just
peach fuzz 4 now, no big elabs or elucis.
People who have the power over us
in all facets of life, be
it kings, presidents, mayors, billionaires,
successful
entertainers and athletes, and on and on, are
actually, unconscious LIFE LOOP
CORRECTORS, REPEATING AT THE
POINT OF DEATH, WHAT THEY JUST DID, RESENDING THESAME ENERGY
BACK INTO THEIR YOUNGER SELF, IN ORDER TO CONSCIOUSLY ATTEMOT
TO CORRECT SOMETHING THAT MADE THEIR LIFE BAD OR KEPT IT FROM
BEING GOOD, THEY CAN ALSO BE REFERRED TO AS HYPERSPACE
TRAVELERS. You do not have to wait to die if you get totally on
to all that is going on and learn to live within new and
extended boundaries and parameters. To my best knowledge, the
gods chose only one mortal, ME-------------------------that's
ME, all other HS travel is going on around
us totally in the unconscious collective, or referred to a bit
ignorantly in the1960's as COSMIC MIND. Do not
misunderstand,
the term is fantastic, but many 69's kids
were throwing phrases like cosmic
mind and cosmic
consciousness around like Mitch Williams did in the 93
world
series, but that only cost us our game, sure I am
still pissed to hell, but
using knowledge 99% or less of its
total accuracy is like kids in a sandbox
playing with
nuclear powered devices and atom smashers, no,no,no,no, and
please,
another unequivocal NO. More will be hashed around
about the 7 dimensions
from systems makers, down to daughter
multiverses, thickening life energies,
why it causes that
deja voo sensation, and much more. Very soon, I will
be
contacting search engines and paying to create and
advertise my website that
will be called www.morianity bible
dot com, but it has not yet fallen into your
conscious
illusion of 4-D space yet, so be a lookin', and I'll keep a
tellin it like it
is.
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Tuesday,
May 02,
2006
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Chapter
8 Under A Death Siege from
OTAMMSCUM,
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Again
it is the 2nd day of May; a time each year when my dirt-bag
fiends and
foes, love to turn up the torment and torture, of
a totally innocent victim,
namely ME. It started at a Citgo
gas station at about 2 in the afternoon last
Thursday. I am
under a major military attack, by these filth-balls,
CHOPPERS
LOUD AND LOW OVER MY HOUSE, FOLLOWING ME, DEATH
CHEMTRAILS EVERYWHERE, AND PROPERTY DAMAGE TO MY AUTOMOBILE TO
THE TUNE OF ABOUT 300 SMACKIOS. THEY PUT
LOUD STRANGE NOISES
THROUGH THE PHONE, RADIO, TV, ANYTHING JUST TO MAKE MY LIFE A
F------ LIVING NIGHTMARE HELL, WITH NO BEGINNING NOR ENDING. To
get my revenge or said better, my justice, I say things on the
blog that I know they want hushed up. First, there is a secret
society that I have named the TURDBIRD LEVIATHIN BLACK
BROTHERHOOD, OR THE T.L.B.B. FOR SHORT. This bunch of lowlife
does things that have already been discussed on educational TV
as well as things only I know about. There was a man in L.A.,
Cal., back around the turn of the century who was wealthy and
bored to tears. He went driving down streets of the city with
the windows to his 'the,' 92K Porsche ego-junk-car, swearing at
all the people he would run into at lights and stop signs. He
had it all, and was bored to deification, and basically angry
at the
world without provocation. One day, a member of the
TLBB contacted the person
with a message that he knew a way
to bring new thrill into his boring rich
dirt-bag life, JOIN
US. We, like you, only ORGANIZED, do basically what you
do,
only we pick a target. We choose some poor schmuck for
no other reason than
the fact that they can, they have T H E
F R E A K I N G P O W E R, and cannot
ever be stopped. We
make the poor bastards life totally miserable, we have
our
ways of learning all his likes and dislikes, all his friends,
enemies,
U name it, we know all about it. They are behind a
music group in London,
England, called the 'POLICE', and the
song a quarter century back- yesterday
to me, with those
famous lyrics,"EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE, EVERY MOVE U MAKE,
EVERY SMILE U FAKE, WE'LL BE WATCHING U." This is real
funny to these miserable hurl-buckets. Then they find people
like this fella in el-a, and group 10 or so of them together to
HELLRULE an area. Right now and since about the mid eighties of
last century, this is what has been going on against me, and
there's no stopping them. On the C.S.I. TELEVISION SHOW from
about 2 years
back, one of their more often used antics, at
least on me; was used for the
plot on the show, and a
special commentary was given in addition, that this
is real
and happening, and that some secret evil group was behind it, I
AM
REFERRING TO F L A S H M O B S !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another
powerful tool they use
is computer hacking, as well as
intimations of a persons friends and family
with invisible
torment. They start to realize that being in your
company
causes too much shit to happen to them, so boom,
they OSTRASIZE U. When I
tried to do this blog today, the
library staff had to shut down and reboot
the entire
computer system, it had been completely H A C K E D. They can
stage
all types of phony road incidents and accidents, and
cause a targeted person
to believe they are going nuts,
after-all, this is what the society around us
will tell us
when all we try to do is stick up for our rights and get
the
never ending harassment stopped. THE GODS ARE INSIDE US,
TOTALLY BORED TO TEARS WITH ENDLESS EXISTANCE AND AWARENESS,
AND ACT OUT ALL OF THIS THROUGH THEIR HUMAN COUNTERPARTS, THE
B-L-A-C-K-B-R-O-T-H-E-R-H-O-O-D, to whom previously I referred
to. A huge secret cat that they definitely want IN THE BAG, is
that
all things occurring here on earth in this life of so
called physicality, is
totally at the whim and control of
the unconsciousness, not the conscious
minds of all of us,
but as the 60's kids said it so well, the
UNCONSCIOUS
COLLECTIVE, OR EVEN BETTER PUT IN NOMANCLACHURE,
C O S M I C M I N D !!!!!!! Another huge secrets is the one
most powerful being in our multiverse, the GREAT SARAH-STACEY
JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, HAS SOME VERY M A G I C A L NUMBERS
THAT
ONLY SHE OR 'IT' UNDERSTANDS, AND 2 of them are 7 and 12. These
numbers tell the entire story of everything, and can unlock any
mystery and answer any unknown. Of course u must know how to
use these #'s. Another huge secret they do not want u to know
is the fact that one of the most important sub-atomic particles
in the multiverse, the electron, is highly intelligent,
and
when her random code is broken through 23rd century
zero-dimensional technology, [Z.D.T.], THE WORD IMPOSSIBLE
REMOVES FROM THE DICTIONARY AUTOMATICALLY. I am not being cute,
take a million words and include the word IMPOSSIBLE in those
million words, and with a series of electronic gadgets that
only I know how to assemble together and properly use, the word
impossible disappears from the list, leaving 999,999 words in
the group, and this random word is the one hit out on the
system every time u tie a random programmer into the system,
and put the word back in, in any order u may choose, don't u
wish u could pick lotto numbers like this, I know I sure do,
and won't deny it for a nano-minute. New Jersey casinos are all
controlled by the C-I-A, through a very secret dummy company
domino pattern, but it all leads to MARY CARTER PAINTS CO. Look
at the initials in Mary Carter, like MARTINO/CALLIO, MILLIONTH
COUNCIL, AND I COULD GO ON. WANT TO GET MORE EDUCATED ON SOME
REALLT POWERFUL CRAP? HERE
ARE 2 WEBSITES THAT U NEED TO
CHECK OUT BIG TIME: www.firedoglake.com/
, AND www.gadfly01.blogspot.com/
, go here and learn more wild things. Meanwhile, if I make it
through the day, I will tell much much more, but be ready for
life- changing experience, nothing is free. I do not want your
money, but I do want the rest of the multiverse to share hell
with me, why should I have to go it alone? Bye for now, p.s.
calm down Sarah-Stacey, I know your mood by what your waters do
off your great city in the human-world, I am always watching u,
even in your human form big S. Your favorite line when u and
your girlfriend drive over those RR tracks, "I don't think
I can go for any of that". Remember I can move into dual
awareness state in ten seconds flat, and be invisibly in the
back seat of your car. Oh, and chief, saw u again with that
luscious blond, shame on u; u love your adorable wife so much,
or so u told us all before
the election. I AM WATCHING ALL
OF U LIKE A HAWK, LOOK UP, AND SEE ALL THE BIG BLACK BIRDS.
THEY TELL ME WHAT I NEED TO
KNOW!!!!!
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Tuesday,
May 09,
2006
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Chapter
9 Donna's Deal With
KRASSLE
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Time
limits me today, as it is one of those days when it all is
going
big time wrong. I have been under a death siege
NIGHTMARE HELL since
April 27 at 2 PM at the Chisilhurst, NJ
Citgo gas station. Attacks
appear in the illusion, to come &
go. In reality, this is not the case.
We all move or SHIFT
from one reality into another, with almost every
chemical
change that takes place in the brain that produces the
physical
space-time personality of u. Not even needing to go
from wakefulness to
dream state or back, but with each
slight mood shift, or change of mind
or new thought pattern,
we all slowly move off of what is for lack of
better words,
moving reality center-lines or MRC's. (Whatever mu mind did
at
th). This last sentence will be repaired at a later time, this
text was filled with hacker attacks in 2006.
WHO ARE THE ENEMIES, DISCUSSED IN THE EPILOGUE OF THE MORIANITY BIBLE FOR MILLENNIUM-3
Friday, August 25, 2006
Enemies, who R they? They are any
situation made up of a pure energy that is unidentifiable by mortal
man as yet in 2K6. Anything, anyone, any possible situation,
causing U or me, more harm than good, more bad and sad than happy,
U get the idea, this is ‘the enemy’ and Christians can use one
or a group of several names when referring to this enemy, but I say
only, ‘the ENEMY’.
My friends in the real estate and
travel game, and one in particular, is looking into where I need to
go in the world, where I can reduce the evil effects of this enemy,
and B able simultaneously to live and exist on my fixed social
security income. Until then, still from here, I will direct U to
follow the MB after U read the epilogue, by clicking onto the
second blog, called [ MORIANITY FOUNDATION ].
A child can C
that has been faithfully following MORIANITY, and knows what I go
through with these rotten runtslapping subskummites, that for the
past 3 weeks, these dirtballs have put my puny pathetic little
fatass through a hell that would be unconscionable even for Adolph
Hitler, himself, and I mean this. No human without outer influence,
by his or her self, even Mr. Hitler, could ever B this totally
cruel to another whom wears the same coat of flesh as they
do!!!!!
This is obviously Y the stock stinking market has
been getting its way, and the Phillies kept from ever getting into
the wild-card. When they get close, 1,2, or 3 games back GB so to
speak from winning position, the enemy POURS ON THE FRIGGIN
ROCKCHUCKING PERSECUTION, AND STOPS THEM DEAD IN THEIR TRACKS EVERY
SINGLE BUNTTAPPING TIME. They made yesterday, the 24th of August, a
horrific hell, major chopper attacks, over my residence, following
me to the Hammonton Wall Mart, U name it, they efed with me. But I
am not even starting to tell what they do 2 me on weekends @ my
security job post. The aerial persecution is major and constant,
and many strange and spurious occurrences are the norm for me.
Someone in government circles, another famous ‘promise breaking
story I can endlessly tell’, reneged and would not do something
promised me earlier, that they would have someone actually sit with
me and C 4 themselves, the shitsapookna that I must endure at the
hands of these knock puckers. No, just leave me out in the cold to
fend 4 myself, and endlessly suffer in a hell that U simply put,
could never even fathom for all the pick six lotto numbers in the
winning pool.
Last Saturday morning on this job post
around one and a half of the clock, give or take a quarter hour, I
had a real honest to the gods UFO situation, and this never was
witnessed by me before, not like this. Any craft flying in the air,
that U don’t know who and what it is, is by definition, an
unidentified flying object, but though in the past 22 years or so
give or take, I have seen some mildly bizarre crap up in the sky,
this happening could have an entire book written about it, and if I
lie, I accept full pain and penalty of perjury, an any and all
punitation that this material world, and all astral worlds, both
transdimensionally and inter-dimensionally, can ever throw at me,
on top of all my hell, that exists 4 me, endlessly and forever.
Most will not believe a word that I will now speak unto U. If I sat
U down and said that I want 2 tell U something, but will never
believe me, and U kept insisting that U will believe me, then I
would say 2 U, if U do not believe me in a little thing that I say,
does it not prove and verify that U will not believe the bigger
thing? Then U may say, what little thing am I not believing? I then
would respond, “when I tell U that U won’t believe what I say.
Think about it, there is magic energy in doubting, just as magical
energies exist in this short pun. In any event, out of nowhere, a
loud and very low chopper with many bright and numerously colored
lights shinning around both in circles, as well as straight
downward at the ground, and it hovered and circled around me making
several loud and spurious passes directly over me and my car, as I
work out of my car, and will, until the boss builds us a
guardhouse, which is a plan in work at present. Aniwho, rabies and
germs, Morians and Lessians, I feel the need to state again to all
of my readers, or maybe just to an empty cyberspace, that what
follows next, has, nor won’t soon have, nor B able to yield an
Earthly explanation. After ten minutes of fudging with me, it flew
off the the north and towards the city of Hammonton. I followed it
with the naked eye as long as I thought I would B able 2 do so.
After 3 or 4 minutes, it appeared to stop dead in its tracks and
just hover over the city area, moving back and forth east and west
over slighter distances, and eventually just totally stopping dead,
but shinning its lights brighter and brighter, and the colors faded
a bit due to distance, but still were visible to the naked eye. I
keep a tape recorder at all times, and was logging the event or so
I thought I was, on a cassette tape, but it never came out. A brand
new store bought tape, recording on a new and recently cleaned with
isopropal alcohol and demagnetization cassette, had wrapped up in
the capstan mechanism of the tape machine, and I was talking only
to myself, not friggin recording anything, later my watched gained
45 minutes over the course of an hour, and an explosion sound was
heard when I started my car, but the mechanic on the following
Monday, again and as usual, could find no Earthly reason for it,
nor a thing mechanically wrong with the auto other than its being
old and crying out for a good car-christian burial. R U ready 4 the
big one Mister Fred Sanford????? After 20 minutes from when the
chopper flew off and stopped bothering and circling me, dead zenith
above me, it became, yes BECAME, a pulsar star of the heavens, in
fact the bright one that we all C on clear nights, that if U stare
at it, flashes with every color in the rainbow, and is bright and
in varying luminous intensity. The star itself, which is an astral
city called HYDRAGLACIA, far beyond the province of Olympia on the
Astral Plane, literally came to me in the shape and sound of a
military helicopter, and then within less than ½ of a human hour,
traversed thousands of light years of distance, and returned to
being the astral city again. All physical plane stars, are huge
cities with great populations in the trillions, on astral realms,
and if enough citizens decide to all with a particular piece of
interaction of 5-D HS, it can, and now I know this 4 a fact. I also
know with the same absolute knowledge and fervor, and total
certainty, that an ETTOSIAN force is behind my not getting one
person, not 1 lousy person with clout, who sees a huge lawsuit in
all of this, after scanning through MB. These enemies of mine all
have very deep pockets, and have committed unconscionable acts of
violence, property damage, social and human destruction, against
me, an totally pathetic whittle innocent victim, as I swear to the
gods that I never did anything 2 any one 2 deserve this, B real, if
they had something big on me, legitimately, I would have long been
sued for libel and slander, and prosecuted criminally. I’ve done
nothing, I’m guilty of no more than being a victim of some
atrocious low-ego emission cult activity. Art Bell, who now is
retired, said on Philadelphia talk radio, the big talker 1210
Amplitude Modulation, on 1.21 megahertz, that there R bored-2-tears
people especially in the Los Angelis, Cally area of the USA, that
get approached by ‘someone, most likely fortune tenners, and all
fortune 10 through 50 are LAMIST CULTERS, and they get shown ways
of really playing evil games and hurting people, that have been
targeted for their amusement and pleasure, nothing personal, to
harass and persecute us. The few of us in the large population,
know who indeed we R. Medical conditions that cannot be diagnosed
come to U and all those around U deer to U, major constant
interference with radio or TV, computer operations, anything
electrical and mechanical always seems to go wrong and or act up in
some way, people mess with U on the road way more than the average
driver is messed with, all products U normally buy in stores get
harder to get as flash-mobs buy the stuff that U like up, the list
goes literally on and on, but again, we of the harassed, know who
we are, and we are not RANDOMIZED JOESHMO SYNDROME CASES. The black
cloud over our heads is being put there by the filthy dirty lowlife
trash that are referred to in MORIANITY BIBLE by their true cult
name of LAMIST. Dark Shadows refers 2 them precisely, but changes
the name to LEVIATHINS, it still got the greatest soap show of all
time canceled, so who really’s got the power, huh, who love’s
ya, Telly????
They threw me off of MYSPACE.COM, if I ain’t
mistaken. I was told I do not seem to B there by some
acquaintances, and 2-day, upon looking myself, I only get a strange
pop-up screen when I put in my code and E-mail info. Gonna write to
civil liberties, this will play right into my hands, once I indeed
do confirm that I am not legally permitted to tell my true story
when others are allowed, and I am expressing religious beliefs and
telling of horrific deeds that have been done 2 me, that totally
are in violation of law, my civil liberties, and constitutional
rights, as a citizen born in the United States of America. I have
done nothing wrong, first I am interested only in women well beyond
the legal age, multiply it by 3 quite realistically, and I do not
support anything subversive, anti-government, violent, or
terroristic. Taken out of contest, anybody's damn words and message
can be misconstrued and misunderstood. One example is when I say on
a chapter somewhere in July I believe, that if U actually knew what
I did for a fact the way that I do, concerning and regarding the
Lamists, you would go out and obliterate them, and u would. I have
seen mob lynchings, and 2006 is no more civilized than 1806, it is
just way more regulated, way less free, and much closer to when
Mister Lewis and Mister Clark made the Louisiana purchase. There is
no runt slapping humor here babywuv, I’m dead-ass serious.
No one has any legal right to shut me up or shut me down, and I
will fucking take this all the way Supreme Court before the 9
Justices, I’m not playing. U will not stop me, as I am doing no
wrong, wrong is being constantly done 2 me, and I have every right
to try and get it exposed 2 the world.
Lamists R the 1’s
that should B thrown the Christ into jail, not innocents, and poor
weak frail persons like me, with no resources in the world to fight
these dick in the mouths back on their level, in this very Unfair
and Unlevel playing field of this land of FAKE JUSTICE, real only
for the rich, right Jack McCoy????????? So MB is now over, but my
attempts to begin my MORIANITY FOUNDATION, have only just begun,
Ms. Carpenter. Luv is for more than her great Sarah-Stacey, your
son taught us 200 decades ago, it should B 4 all of us, as in your
great city where love flows free, and no one would think of using
words like orgy. Your parents, Mr. and Mrs. Krassle, told me many
times, there R no marriages in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, we all love all.
Yet they turn around and chase me away from my beautiful lovely
queen, and then your kid calls the human pharisees a bunch of
hypocrites, jeeesh, I guess I am not yet old enough to understand a
lot of things, I am only eternity. Well, anyway, click on MORIANITY
FOUNDATION, to read my next blog, after going of course to
www.blogger.com/ and you’ll watch something grow, bigger than a
forest of Redwood trees. Someday, all I need will B 1 person with
power and clout who has niceness and goodness in their isness of
being somewhere, instead of trump-ism, Reaganism, and Lamistism,
all 3 very wide astral highways that lead straight to regions in
Dogtown , a place U do not want any part of, across the great Teck
Bay, from the great city of the great Queen Sarah-Stacey. A final
footnote that my guru brought 2 my attention 3 weeks ago, and must
B now cleared up. He said that many people may get the idea that I
am an internet perv or predator, whatever, just since I am old, and
talk so much about ‘teen-queens’. I reminded him, as I now
remind both my Morians and my Lessians alike, do the friggin math
for the sake of the gods. My teen queens are the women of today,
the grandmothers, they were teens when your stupid calendar was
treading [the sixties], get your minds out of the sewers of France,
I am no perv, and am no more interested in women much under 60,
than I am interested in eating loose dog shit. Cut me a break,
please, and then go to the MORIANITY FOUNDATION, and this is 25
August of 2K6, so remember, it is just starting. Happy Hacker
reading and keep driving on parkways and parking on driveways, and
watch out for ettosianism, the original STAR TREK creator, MR. G.R.
knew this was real, and got it all in through the back door calling
the aliens pertaining to what I am talking about, the Tallosions,
happy 40th anniversary Trekkers, Trek on, rock on, and enemies
beware, I will get all of U, and legally and properly, but like the
Swiffer Mop, I will get you, get you, get u, and that is a promise
that you may B forewarned of right now.
By By for now, big
KAL.
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AT LEAST IT WAS COOLER, but the north stole our winter this year; not that they would not have been glad to steal our sunshine, I am quite sure, my mom said it best some time back; “This is Earth, not heaven”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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HOLY MOTHER OF MUCKING GODDESS, DOES THIS DARN MITT TOTALLY TRUCKING SUCK A HARD THROBBING FLOCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am not interested right now in teaching anyone anything. This is not because I am ticked off at this nutty world, but because it is obvious to me that I have verified beyond one speck of any trucking doubt, that they do not need me 2 tell them anything; and a large majority of peeps in my proximity are indeed, none other than the TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON TRAVELERS; that have been there all along; observing me; and screwing with me; and R all a part of Sarah-Stacey Krassle's game, GTNOTG, that she taught me by human Nexus Trek time perception, Pearl Harbor Day of 1996. Funny how Pearl Harbor day is digitally 12-7 because reversing this becomes 7-12, the last day I encountered Sarah's mighty girl gang in Atlantic City, New Jersey, the Quoddy Mockers, & the Earth doppelganger girl club of the great and powerful (GAP) OZZQUEEN-VIQUEEN GANG!!!!!!!!!! So Choke on that a while, ''UNCLE'' Heinz, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New York, back in 1972!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW was this a miserable runt chewing brother ducking week so far, and is far from over, American Civil Liberties Union.
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THERE IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
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All I'm gonna' say here folks is one simple truth. One late dark night at the end of the year of 1979 while parked at the Southern New Jersey DeptfordMall with Sir James Burr, he spoke something 2 me that I've not been able 2 ever forget. He said, “Mark, maybe the answer to all of this is simply that there isn't any answer. He may have stumbled into and onto a larger truth that 1000 great SusieQuatro's all put together. Who can ever know such things, peeps?
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Hello, alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJKK. The problem all along folks, is that all the while, her family who hates me on the Astral-Plane because I dare to love this Almighty Goddess, in ways that mortals are not supposed to; and as a result, things for me get 'dreamed-down' here in the hyperspace waking and non-waking realities, where I am being monstrously mistreated and viciously abused by them, in their hyperspace-equivalent entity-self-persona's, and some if not the vast majority of these, all reside in or surrounding and near, the mighty playground of the planet, AKA ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG! When I moved on May 1, 1980, into 1802 Robin Hill, you have all heard me discuss the wild two 'DREAMING-INTERACTIONS', first the 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS' deal, where SSJKK sings this incredible song to me, and when I come out of this experience, I knew that I always knew this person, endlessly and eternally; and yet the song could only be remembered in a couple of tiny bursts, and from this it was recreated, with some help from Tom Glenn who went onto do a lot of work with the National Football League; oh mighty powerful Jessica Simpson, WEEEEEEEEEEE! The second interaction was a couple of months or so later on, with the magical black cat, Gawky Gaukauk, who meowed the lottery number that was to come out that evening in the famous Pennsylvania Pick-it Lottery, a relatively new invention, as lotteries were around less than a decade back then, huh Mister Morgan Collins, and if you don't raise the roof or Mister Kings dogs, then maybe, just maybe sir; I won't raise the rent on my Flower Wing! You can tell Diana's GAP brother that I said so. But during the time in-between these two nocturnal events, the LOIS FOCA and the GAGA, for a quick way of putting this; I entered a contest, and sent my two disco dance tunes to a radio station in Trenton, and called myself, “Dynamite Sound”, 'Stomin' Normin' and Colin, not Cuzz POW! I had no way of knowing that this TAWF CLAN from hell was in the BIZZ, and had even bigger plans to get into the music bizz, back then. BUTTTTTTTTT, Mister War-Hero Levy dynamite resourceful family branches all notwithstanding here; when I sent that, mister Inductatherm Allberries Pedersen, I feel that a major time warp was not breached at all as my Cuzz Trumpie believes. It is all way more logical than all this fucking time travel horse shit, YO, and IPYT, you all's out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe traveling physically in time outside the normal speed we all pass forward through it is not part of any of this, but there is another wild thing, and perhaps much wilder and more surreal than even this. First, before I go on further, I am man enough to admit my errors, and even take back and retract shit when I am wrong. When I enlarged the J-Picture Element Graphic of the WAYV, I realized that I had misspoken regarding being hacked and having the Trenton frequency number removed. It was only printed on the J-PEG, not in any of the shit below on the chart that I paste-copied into my blog, sorry about that. When I am wrong, I am wrong, right Lenny Orbach Dirty-dance Briscoe???? I see that my spell checker HAS HOWEVER BEEN HACKED again, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I rebooted; it is fixed, FCC, again. AHA-AHA-AHA-AMANDA HARRIS AMANDA!!!!!!!!
Thursday, December 31, 2015CHAPTER 28, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
I WAS
CRASHED WHILE TRYING TO BLOG AND COPY, AND I TOLD THE PEOPLE AT
MY PROGRAM TO CONTACT THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION. WHEN
THEY RETRIEVE THE SHIT YOU DO ON A WORD PROGRAM AND IT CRASHES,
THEY ASK FOR A QUICK REPORT ON WHAT THE
WRITER IS WORKING ON, AND I ALWAYS TELL THEM THE SIMPLE
FUCKING TRUTH, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, BLOGS.
I AM UNDER A DEATH ATTACK SHERIFF, AND I COULD USE YOUR HELP
BEFORE THEY FIND ME FUCKING DEAD IN THIS APARTMENT ON NEW YEARS
DAY, YO YO YO YO. YOU KNOW HOW THESE
FUCKING PRICKS ASSAULT ME ON CUNT CHEWING HOLIDAYS, YO
YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 28
HOW-'BOUT HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?
HOW-'BOUT HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?
HOW-'BOUT HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?
HOW-'BOUT HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?
HOW-'BOUT HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?
HOW-'BOUT HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?
HOW-'BOUT HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?
JANUARY 1, 2016 EARLY FRIDAY MORNING AT 12:57, HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA. CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 73 DEGREES FNHT. HUMIDITY IS 100%, FEELING LIKE 77 MUGGY DEGREES. WIND IS CALM, GUSTNG SLIGHTLY SSE AT 4.
THERE IS NO WAY THAT TOM REALE, IN JULY OF 1970, WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET, THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS; IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT; AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE (GAP) GREAT AND POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY/PEEFOREY!!!!!!!!!!
The time was back in 1984, and things all started after Donald J. Trump opened up his first casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey; the Trump Plaza Hotel. Maybe they did not really all start right here, but to quote the mighty Pat Robertson of the 700 Club religious Ministries, “Things turned a cornerstone”. He spoke of the year 1967when he was discussing this on one of the tapes that I duplicated for him at the RPL Sound Studios, but I speak of a totally other turned-cornerstone; kind folks out here, or unkind, RAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In late September or early October in 2008, Mayor Levy's son, Robert Levy III, was surfing near his father's Baywatch Hasselholf Tower, at the Atlantic City Beach, and I was out body surfing, and he said to me that the public is completely unaware and clueless of just how resourceful this family all is. He did not have to tell me this, not for a Joe Berrios Flash-Run back in 1990!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But today and now up here in late February of 2023, things have taken on entirely new or maybe said a wee bit better, updated meanings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would B willing 2 bet a hundred billion United States dollars in pure gold bricks, right now, that my loyal follower from the top of this blog, when he found my tapes that I was tossing at 3 in the morning out onto lawns, and his lawn being one of them a long time ago back in the nineties; that even he never dreamed of this story taking on all of these wild twists and endless freaking turns. Thank U4 being such a loyal follower, oh kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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SO WHO IS THE LIAR CAPTAIN BIRCHBEER CRAWFORD, ANN KING, OR POOR OLD MARK?
ALL MIGHTY UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE, YOU KNOW I'M 4 REAL/E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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NO MORE TRYING TO RUN AWAY, LIGHTNING, THAT WAS 1983, NOT 2014, MY BABY-LOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, December 31, 2015
CHAPTER 28, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
I WAS CRASHED
WHILE TRYING TO BLOG AND COPY, AND I TOLD THE PEOPLE AT MY PROGRAM
TO CONTACT THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION. WHEN THEY RETRIEVE
THE SHIT YOU DO ON A WORD PROGRAM AND IT CRASHES, THEY ASK FOR A
QUICK REPORT ON WHAT THE WRITER IS WORKING
ON, AND I ALWAYS TELL THEM THE SIMPLE FUCKING TRUTH,
SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, BLOGS. I
AM UNDER A DEATH ATTACK SHERIFF, AND I COULD USE YOUR HELP BEFORE
THEY FIND ME FUCKING DEAD IN THIS APARTMENT ON NEW YEARS DAY, YO
YO YO YO. YOU KNOW HOW THESE FUCKING PRICKS
ASSAULT ME ON CUNT CHEWING HOLIDAYS, YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 28
HOW-'BOUT HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?
HOW-'BOUT HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?
HOW-'BOUT HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?
HOW-'BOUT HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?
HOW-'BOUT HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?
HOW-'BOUT HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?
HOW-'BOUT HELPIN' A DUDE OUT HERE, YO?
JANUARY 1, 2016
EARLY FRIDAY MORNING AT 12:57,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 73 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY IS 100%, FEELING LIKE 77 MUGGY DEGREES.
WIND IS CALM, GUSTNG SLIGHTLY SSE AT 4.
THERE IS NO WAY THAT TOM REALE, IN JULY OF 1970, WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET, THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS; IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT; AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE (GAP) GREAT AND POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY/PEEFOREY!!!!!!!!!!
The time was back in 1984, and things all started after Donald J. Trump opened up his first casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey; the Trump Plaza Hotel. Maybe they did not really all start right here, but to quote the mighty Pat Robertson of the 700 Club religious Ministries, “Things turned a cornerstone”. He spoke of the year 1967 when he was discussing this on one of the tapes that I duplicated for him at the RPL Sound Studios, but I speak of a totally other turned-cornerstone; kind folks out here, or unkind, RAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In late September or early October in 2008, Mayor Levy's son, Robert Levy III, was surfing near his father's Baywatch Hasselholf Tower, at the Atlantic City Beach, and I was out body surfing, and he said to me that the public is completely unaware and clueless of just how resourceful this family all is. He did not have to tell me this, not for a Joe Berrios Flash-Run back in 1990!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But today and now up here in late February of 2023, things have taken on entirely new or maybe said a wee bit better, updated meanings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would B willing 2 bet a hundred billion United States dollars in pure gold bricks, right now, that my loyal follower from the top of this blog, when he found my tapes that I was tossing at 3 in the morning out onto lawns, and his lawn being one of them a long time ago back in the nineties; that even he never dreamed of this story taking on all of these wild twists and endless freaking turns. Thank U4 being such a loyal follower, oh kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FEBRUARY ELEVEN, 2015,
WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON AT 1:00,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE 69 DEGREES FNHT.
I have a powerful new respect FOR MY ORIGINAL LYRICS on the LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS song from 1980, and done on a guitar early in 1981 over at 1802 Robin 'TWEET TWEET TWEET' Hill Apartments in Voorhees, NJ-USA.
“We all have a number and none have a name, and all that we do have, is each other to blame”.
Where are you Tom Glenn, my trusty great musical arranger, sir. You're clueless to what you were a part of 34 years ago in that apartment, echos, breath echos, and all else notwithstanding. Totally clueless, as was I, then!
THIS PARTICULAR WRITING DOES NAUGHT YET TERMINATE, LOVELY MIZZ 1983 AT&T BLAKE.
FRIDAY, DECEMBER 28, 2018
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I have watched more and more peeps going completely or merely somewhat insane in various amounts, levels, and stages, over the past two decades now since the online new age times have come in and taken over, just as predicted so cleverly on the DARK SHADOWS TV SHOW, that the very creators of it failed to recognize in 'THEIR OWN DARN MESSAGE'.
Notice my parallel event bull stench is right on target, kind Sheriff KJM, sir. The past two days, I have been major mother ducking assaulted by this WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE AND HALLS FAWCES IN GENERAL, and the stock market has been soaring as a result, just as I have been discussing on my MORIANITY BLOGS FOR THIRTEEN MOTHER FREAKING YEARS NOW, KIND SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO!
Yes sir folks, and yes mahm too; if I ever had a large sum of money, I would create my own hospital, OUTSIDE OF THIS EVIL EMPIRE AMERICA, where things would work for the good of the patient, and not some governing body and or some brother ducking crooked medical system!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The trucking psych clinic was hell yesterday, and yes oh wonderful spellchecker, Hellapukeyuk, too, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am going to try and somehow work myself off of my anti-anxiety medication, so I won't have to put up with this horrible mother mucking bull stink treatment any longer. They turned it all around, making this entire trucking recent medical disaster that I have been blogging about for two weeks or so now, and claim it is basically all my own fault, as always, it is me who is always the bad guy and me who is always doing it all mother mucking wrong. This medical community spit in this totally messed up mother mucking country SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, AND SUCKS!!! I want other countries of this planet to know that American medicine has become a horrendous mother trucking nightmare, and has absolutely zero interest any longer in trying to make the patient happy or well. We're not listened to, and not trusted, and this to me is total character ASSASSINATION that makes a person who already is in a totally mother ducking vulnerable position, feel about ten inches runt slapping tall! Why anyone wishes to come to this awful ducking stunt country, is beyond me. If the mucking south American folks knew the slit that I was going through here as a totally mother trucking legal citizen, they would have no desire to cross the border. Hey Cousin Trumpie, yo, all you need to do is let them all know about the Mountainpen and his goddamn brother trucking blogs, yo. You won't need the mucking runt eating five billion bucks for your god-ass stupid mother trucking wall, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEE!!!!!!! Problem solved, yo!!!!!!!! Still peeps, don't let me even try and fool a darn soul. I blame a lot of mucking mitt on my rotten worthless daughter, because she knows my medical shit is very real, and she also knows, and I know that she does; that only she could vindicate me, and she would rather keep the big closet syndrome going, and just let me suffer for endless time, and eventually die. Now nobody said that anyone owes anyone a thing, because they don't. Still, my conscience would trucking bug the heck out of me if I were her, knowing what she obviously does about all of this split, ever since she was goddog thirteen ducking years old now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No people, when a patient walks out of a medical establishment that charges tons of mucking money, such as a hundred bucks for the usage of a box of goddarn nose blow tissue, under some absurd fancy ass name in every hospital across this evil empire, and on that very same token, makes a large percentage of us feel worse rather than better, mentally as well as physically; well to quote the late and grate wonderful dynamite darling of disco, from the year 1981, Mizz Donna Adrian Gaines Summer, “SOMETHING'S WRONG SOMEWHERE”!!!!!!! I mean I walked out of that brother ducking worthless Treasure Coast Community Health Clinic yesterday, feeling like I wish I could look over and see the entire place just get hit by a tiny nuclear bomb, and be blown to mucking runt eating total Hellapukeyuk and HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Something is wrong when I have to pay big bucks, or the insurance does, same difference; to just be treated like total mother mucking garbage, and never helped one bit, and made to feel like a trucking criminal when you ARE NOT A CRIMINAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You can have this evil goddamn place, Sheriff, and everybody goddessdog else!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If only this was the purgatory. Jesus freaking Christ Almighty, yo. At least I could switch all around,and become Franklin, or the Native American Miquon Squaw, or Demetrius the Silversmith, and then Mark Mohr, and so forth, any time I wish to switch it up. In the great Purg folks, I can switch my energy and become Ricktofarious living with my Lightning Goddess at Ricktown Manor, and then pow, I can switch over to becoming Zeranniss Yancy with a city name and a city pass, residing in HEAVEN or (Sahasra Dal Kanwal) the great capitol city of the entire purg, and then many other parts of me, and poof, just like that with a single quick flashing ducking thought!!!!!!!!!!! This slit out here in this blown out mucking hyperspace, totally ducking sucks my rock licking stick at light velocity squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Notice a very ducking strange and beyond weird event that occurred when I posted up my previous blog (#91), yesterday. The dude told me to randomly select (4) items from four blogs. But the one at the end seemed to copy (4) times. Now what weird trucking artificial intelligence is built into my Open-Office-Program? Or is it some gigantic hack from some transdimensional parallel plane in the virtually limitless hypERCHRIST or hyperspace, Mister SPELLchecker????!!!!!! Hey for that trucking matter kind folks, we can ask ourselves a totally brand new question, as well as slowly work our way down the elusive and outlandish road of new mysteries that surround what Morianity calls and labels, (P4E) or Phase-4-Entities??? I mean really, just HOW DO WE HUMANS EVER REALLY KNOW when these P4E beings are attempting to instruct us about something, and usually something prophetic? Bibles love prophecies! The Judaic Christian Bible and the great KJ-VERSION of it, is totally filled to the brim with such things. I mean Star Trek predicted an energy being such as DIANA choking people, on that episode with the COMPANION and Zephran Cochran the inventor of the warp drive being discovered alive on that weird little asteroid planetoid. 'Law and Order' has so many it is pointless to attempt to list them all. We have the Mayor from New Jersey and the metals, we have the Trade Center before the real disaster, as the one referred to on several before 9-11 episodes is referring only to the parking garage bombs that went off, but later on, the entire mucking dual towers were knocked to the ducking ground. Then we have the great somewhat silly show, Babylon-5. The episode of CHOKE DAY in daughter song year, or June 4, 1997; is literally all about predicting the entire TRUMP ADMINISTRATION, and all the surrounding slap around it. Taking that in lieu with the 1979 song that is not being played while 'having myself a tall one at the bar', but still Lenny, “By the Rivers of Babylon”, I mean hey Tom Glenn and Patty Hollister, I ain't a fagot, so for crissake yo, why don't you give me a mother trucking brake here? What is a PHASE-4-ENTITY (P4E)? Well, this is a purgatite or (Purgatory-Resident) who attempts to dream out into hyperspace in ways that violate what Morianity labels and calls, “LAWTRONICS”, or simply put, born here but in ways that violate too much of the natural laws. So Superman and Spiderman and all possible characters like these, really do exist, even the M&M's Santa Claus! So when they attempt to come here with us, the LAWTRONICS breaks the connection before they can come here and break the natural laws, and so they then become the mere fantasies and imaginings of fiction writers. These P-4-E are very real, and they exist Astrally. But can they eventually start to effect their handlers/writers, in ways that cause them to shine in new ways, such as prophets? Well, you tell me. It sure seems this way to mother trucking whittle old me, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Hyperspace effects us in any single 3-D life we are living in, because we and our so-called ordinary waking life reality, in absolute truth, IS 5TH DIMENSIONAL!!!!!!!!! There is no getting around the simple logic here. If we can awaken out of sleep and have our moods seriously effected by powerful yet forgotten dreaming interactions from other worlds of the transdimensional multiverse; how can we believe for a single lousy ass second, that we are truly 3-D entities? Maybe we live PHYSICALLY in 3-D. I never ever disputed that fact for a darn minute, people. But our existence here in waking life is truly in 5-D. In theory, if we wake up mad at the world because, remembered or not remembered, we just experienced being in a terrible fight; and being beaten up real badly; and as a result, we go out to our job, where on the night before, we already were ticked off at our boss for something that he or she did to us; and then we say some curse word, or do something else totally inappropriate, and get fired as a result; then how can anyone say that life is not fully five dimensional? We can play all sorts of little box-lab games here, as well as make up zillions of stupid stories; but my point is made, and I know it. I don't need the ADA Mister Wirtz Senior up there in Camden County to tell me that, either!!!! So WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nothing ever changes for poor old ducking Mister Mountainpen, NOTHING! Still, why did Tom Glenn totally think that I was a trucking fagot because I wrote a song at age fourteen with the hope of having my lovely Patty sing it for me with her lovely operatic voice. She sounds just like that car ad on TV, where the car owner hits that enhancement button on his car system, and that gorgeous opera vocalist really comes out in all her glory. I swear it is just like these P4E's know every single electron dance inside my brain.
Yes sir, Mister J. P. R., this was chosen at random, as I told you I do this from time to time. My machine was somehow taken over by someone or something, Captain Kirk and ROCK the Android. WOW would he make a great vocal track on anybody's techno music, Mister Tony Bonjovi, and Engineer Ryan, yo!
NOTHING EVER CHANGES FOR THE MOUNTAINPEN, “NO HOW, NO NOTHING”, MIZZ ROSS, YO; SO AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA AMANDA DARK SHADOWS HARRIS!!!!!!!!!!!!
theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/
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We're in our final hour of daylight for this day and it is warm as it just about always is here in this corner of the woods Mister Roker ole' buddy, and let me just say thisssssssssss, or Thistleweedthorns oh Mister Spellchecker Sir. Anyone who has never kept a large library of either audio or video media in any form as that is totally meaningless so long as it is a large collection of things, or a large file of blogging text documents or other computer files, but it has to be extensive and a wee bit massive; and all U ever need 2 do 2 prove my truths folks, is just 2 randomly select and take stuff, pure off the cuff random selections, and then see how things all really do connect into each other, endlessly, continuously, and forever and ever; and just as I have made claims to about this all along now, on this 17+ year long blogging-project, the BOM. I randomly select any old things as I do from time to time upon many numerous occasions. But the mitt all perfectly folds and fits into itself, endlessly and forever, or 2 put it in perfect scriptural biblical lingo here folks, “forever and ever”, as in DOGTOWN. Hey peeps, why shouldn't poor ole' firedog-Yancy live in this hellish doghouse for crying out louder than fifteen bells of sonic pressure level? Doesn't it stand 2 reason, oh mighty sir James Tiberius Burr of New Jersey's one and only Gloucester City???????????????????
“Y SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”
(The
epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council
and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE:
021809.951---(February 18, 2009)
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
I
liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler,
but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over,
and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end
4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word
program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little
while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer
crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing
stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop
popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will
B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with
somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog
further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem.
All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and
multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2
me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte
system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I
guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it
is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds,
PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a
couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is
eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night,
back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me
was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8
light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse
house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the
speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I
never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that
I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil
world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever
take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish
nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the
Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan
my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a
pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway,
New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will
understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists,
not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists,
Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity,
what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some
weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any
possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly,
and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a
projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond
our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply
because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self,
time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of
perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the
mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a
down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new
Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the
long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings;
there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not
correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner
self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not
really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it
leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the
summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming
house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between
Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension.
This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and
cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream
out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane;
or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals
call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep
finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come
over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4
right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days
with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna'
contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not
on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked.
It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4
life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW,
AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things
like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY,
back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your
life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing
suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an
illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same
dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and
realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U
jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go
on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy
amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have
existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night
at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is
so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get
icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it
will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by
Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the
heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep
waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then
die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up,
and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally,
that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a
dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional
existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty
truths were once up online on a website called,
www.morianity-foundation.com/
but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money;
nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I
am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me
one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back
up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At
least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is
that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so;
and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until
I click on it.
Long
story short, the
mail
was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9
room place,
with
rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways;
and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess
that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was
always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend
give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so
in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by,
PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office,
and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a
telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their
Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the
package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not
have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a
very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their
Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS,
looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book
of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I
called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2
death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction
with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank
Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a
coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid
looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these
crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho,
MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and
spoke
my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4
Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail
count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I
have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local
roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then
delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of
since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going
2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of
any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here,
Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail
me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I
played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an
IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit
profit.
Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our
usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he
does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently
with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the
upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been
fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China
Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2
keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as
he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2
bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful
blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U
my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day,
when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I
loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that
saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back
then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a
dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not
withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my
bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas,
and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at
the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told
me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but
she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great
Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of
the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so
sick 2 his stomach
on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by
telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think
it was very rude
of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175
Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my
presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a
bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But
who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of
the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the
planet at the time in ‘72.
Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this
scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts
forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the
dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that
day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly
in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted
locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks.
Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of
Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood
property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake
there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned
with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’
buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back
when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child
molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I?
Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the
Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise
Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!!
www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years
have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole
nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y shouldn’t
a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well,
because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am
Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They
banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall
into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y
would I make this shit up, BRRRR?
GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND
KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and
blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Copyright Michael Wayne
Mountainpen-2009, and blog registered on an official registry
bloggers website.
E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N,
BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in
this or any other part of HS.
This is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
THIS TRANNY ENDS NOW NANA-HUNTINGTON GRANNY MAHM'.
BTAT—CHAPTER 0029
Wednesday, February 22, 2023
Blog start time: 11:28 A.M.
As stated, until further notice these blogs will post in kitty-butt quality because nobody anywhere seems 2 know how to make the website coding system properly decode my word document paste in with the needed coding for doing this. I am picking up aerial siege today after a week without any of it, and I will always keep 'the Blogaudianship' informed of these matters. This is so you all can endlessly TRACK THE PARALLEL EVENTS, and prove 2U all that this is entirely real, and my claims R indeed totally real and true, and not simply the mere ranting delusions of a completely insane crackpot madman.
Of course I will never deny any reality for that very reason, and yes world, you can all look me up as I share a relatively eternal spot on the mighty net-lands or as I term it on my Morianity, “Cyberville”, simply by Googling up, “Crackpots from New Jersey”. I have no power over what any of you say or think of me and I will never for a single seck try 2 deny that truth, as denying any part of reality would then prove me out 2B a genuine mentally ill person with numerous psychotic features and schizophrenic delusions. Moving on now, this will B a blog with information on a few topics, and I won't B attempting to tie in a zillion pieces to one large whole truth today, but some may indeed see this powerful truth without me saying a whole lot about it myself, just from following my Morianity; and knowing the story of Mountainpen's miserable hellish life of endless quintessential misery. “Okay, this is a tri-dah-cell-ous”, and the accented syllable is the second of the four of them, and I have shown the word in dictionary-style here, so you know how to pronounce it, but not how to exactly spell it; and now you need to know what this is all about since it is a continuation of my Egg Harbor dreaming interaction from several nights ago. I appear to B an employee at this very large supermarket that is also called an ACME Grocery Store just as we had a half century ago all throughout the Delaware Valley and tri-state area where I grew up in, only the Egg Harbor Acme that famously stood for so very long in town right on the Julia White Horse Pike, just a few blocks west of Philadelphia Avenue and the main street in town; does not exist in this particular parallel reality. Ever since I grew up in this one particular reality, I had but one single job at this store, and the real estate location of it here is the potato chip factory that is a short distance to the east down Route 561 from the great Atlantic County youth detention center. People used to phone me back when I resided at the Mullica Mobile Manor in the first decade of this 21st century, and ask me if my father's side of the family had a teacher named 'MOHR' somewhere in that area, and between this and a lifetime of recurring dreams concerning schools in that area and my always trying to get to one of them, I knew something was up, or to better say this, with Mister Joe Sivo's quotation here perhaps, “Something was going down”!!!!!!!!!!! Even the world renown evangelist Doctor Billy Graham knew that our entire being or soul if you will, is not containable in one human lifetime and thus making several references to how one of the scriptures can be more better understood by realizing this powerful truth. I speak of the bible verse that asks us human beings, what does it profit a man to gain the whole world but to then lose his own soul? It is of course considered 2B total mental illness and schizophrenic magical thinking to say it, but I say, give me a ducking break here, Mister Diagnostic Statistical Manuel (DSM). The place that architecturally resembles a school and definitely naught a detention center right there in Egg Harbor City is called HARBORFIELDS, the very same name of the school up in Long Island, New York that Mariah Carey once attended. So between a lifetime of these recurring dreams about the place, the way that the great King cousins acted with me while I was trying to figure this whole thing out and was simultaneously living right there with them, the telephone calls asking me about my family as well as the teachers and schools, the cupcake incident involving my attempted murder and switching to a world where I seemingly had no proper ID to operate my automobile while at Jenny's Park, the MMM; and other smaller parts to this as well; and this does not add up to saying and concluding that something very outlandish is happening around me, oh Mister Psych-Book? Wanna' mucking gimme' a break here, me' kind peeps, YO YO YO YO YO BRO?
So in my wild dreaming interaction from several nights back now, I was in the store where I had worked in all of my life. It began where I was up at the front area and was trying to alter a setting on an air conditioning system and it was not like anything here in this world as it was part of a fan and air conditioner and looked more like home units would, rather than something that would be operating in a professional building such as a large food store. I kept attempting 2 adjust some settings and it seemed 2B all going kaplooey. Finally I had figured out how to effect a jury-rigged repair 2 it and it then seemed 2B properly working, and as I walked away to go down 2 one of the aisles of the store, I immediately observed that I was wearing a pair of headphones. Nothing was playing through them yet I was wearing them, and my double there in that dream never removed them, and yet seemed to B able 2 hear things around him perfectly despite having them covering over his ears. Then I suddenly found myself walking through the perimeter system of the store and while in the back of it suddenly observed a man and his wife along with two children, either two boys or a boy and girl, and I wasn't sure because of the hairdo's, and my not being able to see past some chairs that were blocking part of the view between this group of folks and myself. Then my dreaming-double seemed 2 recognize that there was a weird store promotion going on and that the woman and the children were just part of what was going on, and the man who I had originally believed 2B the father of this family, was some hypnotist dude, and this was an experiment that proved how stores were using a form of subliminal consciousness technique in order 2 induce more purchases. I couldn't resist, or my double there couldn't resist, shouting over at this group and saying, “It isn't done that way, the message is spoken underneath of the music or MUZAK system that we all hear when in stores and hotel lobby's and elevators”. Then the hypnotist who seemed 2 me 2B a very mild mannered individual, suddenly jumped up out of a chair, turned to me or my dreaming-doppelganger, and said in a loud stern voice, and while pointing a finger into my face, “Okay this is a tridaucelous” or however you may wish and attempt to correctly spell the word. All I know is that for whatever the reason, my dreaming-double then suddenly just began walking down one of the central food aisles as if nothing had ever even happened at all. I remember thinking upon awakening that none of the food products on any of the shelves even remotely resembled the types of food stuffs and packaged products from here in the 'waking-ordinary world reality'. By the way, my Spellchecker Word Dictionary shows absolutely nothing even remotely resembling any similar verbiages to that wild transdimensional-EHC word. So to quote the mighty and wonderful awesome illustrious Sir Chester-Frank here kind folks, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, as told B4 on numerous previous blogging texts on this Morianity Project, spanning over 17 YEARS now; I have picked up a great deal of, whether Merry knows it or naught Mizz lovely phone company Blake of 1983, transdimensional words. Names of things, names of people, names of cities such as Atlantica where here we all know the place or the Winn-Joint as Atlantic City, and on and on we can go here folks, or I can, YO YO YO-HA, ME' BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Yes the planes today are real real REALE bad, Tommy boy, and even Sir Tommy ROWE and all Rowe's out there, outlandish from Spellchecker or naught, lovely Mizz Blake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have now activated my ALWS systems, one is on my front porch, and one is on my rear porch, and this stands for Airport Light-Warning Switches, and I'll let a 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE' cat out of the bag now for my wonderful peeps and Morians/Blogaudians out here, and my wonderful pal and sir, Senator Bernie Sanders. First I'll tell U all what the abbreviated letters stand for, and then what is happening to make it all clear 4U, my Blogaudians. ALWS stands for Mister Mountainpen's 'AIRPORT LIGHT-WARNING SWITCH'. I activate two bright lightbulbs, LED-100 watt, taking only 15-W of actual power each, and once during every shift, the airport peeps have a guy driving through the property here 2C if these lights R on or naught, Mizz lovely 1983 Blake. The co-op gave permission for me to do this as my landlord has witnessed enough strange stuff and was able to convince them that a real enemy harassing me all of my life is really doing this to me and that I need to have a pilot drive in to check my ALWS situation every single day at random times, at least four times. So chime in now if ye' will, oh Sir CF from that 1999's Jersey bar, oh kind sir: “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-2-THAT-1.
Boy oh boy oh boy Uncle Billy Frank Capra Wonderful Life Movie, YO, all little dogs, tape recorders, karate kicking bugs, and detention centers of coincidental nomenclatures. If any of the great Atlantic City peeps R out there from this dimension, you know I am not making up anything, including what all of U did 2 me back in oh-8 and oh-9. Please B at the dog-run park, Sir SWAP, six days from today, Tuesday the final day in this demonic month of 0223. TANKS, and a great big ass HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE “B---O---O---M”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We need to move this writ along, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and maybe U need 2B talking 2 my local sheriff 2 as I don't think that he takes my story from HELL all that goddarn seriously, kind sir; so we'll talk in six days kind friend, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well in any event ole' fudging world, let us proceed marching onward here. Not far away over in the Fort Pierce Spanish Lakes Community, a ten foot gator was just euthanized for killing an eighty-five year old lady and her pet, if I am remembering the news story correctly; and stupid Spellchecker doesn't recognize the name with the letter-D ending, for putting down an animal, for whatever the stupid computer world reason; but in any case this just happened a couple days back, and gators and lizards and snakes and insurance salesmen AKA scummy Geckos are literally swarming all over tropical places such as our great American state known by the Mountainpen as Flower-land, and AKA by non-Morians, Florida-USA. Still, flowers, and songs, and great hot flower lands, and dreams, and property owners of Atlantic City named Estelle. Like super mother trucking butt WOW-WOW-WOW-WOWSY-WOWSER, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I won't soon forget driving down here in early middle December of the year 2009, and stopping near the great pier where on one side, the mighty Mister Flagler named pier separates the beaches from many of my long ago recurring dreams and then the southern side of the pier where Ormond Beach begins and Misses Estelle Andersen Bassler had her home, after leaving her South Atlantic City home that was located at 30 South Plaza Place. This home was where she and her adopted son Mister Chester Perkowski resided, all throughout the time where SARAH's SHOP was all a part of my life as a teenager, as well as when I was a younger preteen, or 'tween' as they refer to it in today's times. Without watching the television show called, “DARK SHADOWS”, and really observing carefully, the entire story line from shortly after Quentin Collins came onto the scene, and then right up through the time that the Leviathan Cult leader was killed by being shoved off of an ocean cliff, known only too well by 'shadowans' or 'fans of the show', and then see the absolutely unmissable connections with me and my entire life, and all pertaining to the magical goddess-girl known to me only as “SARAH KRASSLE” as she spelled it out 4 me in a middle December of 1969 dreaming interaction; you won't ever truly B able to C this unfathomably powerful reality that something beyond Senator-Sanders-HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE is going on here in all of this inconceivable stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I told you about computers, and the reality behind the entire reason that they R now in total control over the entire planet, and without anyone other than me being the wiser. I told you what makes them operate, crystals that make their motherboards, as well as electrons giving them their power; and I told you all how they have no astral essence or truth whatsoever. All one needs 2 do here is 2 carefully examine this show on television, DS, and then compare in full rigid austere honesty, the Leviathan Cult deal, with what has actually happened to this world. CREATURES WITHOUT A SOUL, computer technology, computers, internet, the cloud, and this is only the very infancy conception and origination of a much greater diabolical plot, and yes, just as the show warns us, and the biggest part still not recognized here is that the creators of that marvelous show were all the time totally ducking CLUELESS to what was going on, and how they were being used to give this warning; even if only one person received it, THE CHOSEN HUNTINGTON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! B realistic here for just a goddamn second. The only possible thing here is not that Mountainpen is a crazy and delusional crackpot, but rather that he HAS BEEN CHOSEN to receive truths that went totally over everyone else's head. It isn't that I am better than anyone else, merely CHOSEN. Yes, this sounds like cult-talk in and of itself, but let me put all of your minds to ease here, may I pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze? Simply read on.
Cult leaders want power over their fold, over others in general, over young girls in order to obtain sexual privileges with them. They have ideas and concepts that the Christian scriptures absolutely condemns, and despite a lot of their near-truths, those truths R4 Purgatorial existence, such as free love, and 'multiple mergings', and along those lines once known in hippie jargon as sex-orgies. On the Astral-Plane there is no monogamy or marriages or death, and mates do not make vowels to love until death, since dividing by C-squared is a concept so far removed, it just isn't a part of anything there; and even that merely causes human-dreaming, and that is what we all R, dream-downs off of the endless-Purgatory. I merge with Lightning and the coils that SHE has given 2 me quite often, and this is absolutely okay and proper, THERE, naught HERE. Cult leaders may or may not B aware of these truths, but they only want to satisfy their carnal or Earthly and Mortal world natures of their flesh-appetites. I promise any and all of U that the furtherest thing from my mind, ever, now, or B4, is to take over anyone's mind or control them in any possible or remotest way. The magical Sahasra Dal Kanwal chain may have indeed given 2 me some strange and unusual desires as previously discussed, but never have I wished to engage in actual sexual connectedness with girls that R2 young 2B having sexual relations, in any way, including the 'nineties-Sir Clinton' ways. If I could, I would be the biggest spit-vampire on the planet, thanx-2 that chain altering somehow magically, my mind, and yes; the billionaires all know that it would multiply my lifespan 8 times over, as it once did to the entire H-12-Tribes, the great Jewish secret, as Morianity refers 2 this as. Typing this in right now folks, made me remember that I forgot a powerful insertion the other day on a recent blogging text. I was discussing that magical SARAH-surname of K-R-A-S-S-L-E, and how SHE spelled it out for me in a wild dreaming interaction back in December of 1969, and how the Dark Shadows television show went onto spin-off two movies, 'HOUSE OF DARK SHADOWS', and 'NIGHT OF DARK SHADOWS'. In one of these movies, a gorgeous little girl was named SARAH KASSEL, if I am spelling that surname correctly, and it was pronounced in the movie, the same way that 'KRASSLE' would B pronounced, only without containing the letter of “R”. HALLS FAWCES, or the MISOE or 'whatever' ole' pal Bob Andrews from 1975-1980, back B4 your great public office days that laid ahead of U sir; somehow R creating 'something', and to mortal-world human observation with its very limited and low lying horizons, we fail 2C and properly recognize that this same exact force behind this fantastic 60's-television show-DS, and the reality and persona of one Sir Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr, perhaps R one and the same, you know, as in the other example of being one and the same that we all know of quite well, Clark Kent and Superman, as in this great show, without knowing that truth that the viewers know, and R fully aware of; the characters in the movies and shows R thus completely limited to not having that fact while being the characters whom they R portraying. The main reality that came clear 2 me very early into this 3rd millennium and 20th century in human chronology is my home in the Purgatory, called RICKTOWN MANOR. This home is beyond any human mansion that could even begin 2B fathomed in any construction on any mortal realm of physical caporial life. It literally branches off in six opposing directions for one thing, which is a total humanly impossible architectural feat. Its immense size is the other factor as it literally is 80 percent of the square miles of the state of Pennsylvania here on waking mortal world planet Earth-USA. Then there is the far rear wing of the entire structure that in the mortal and waking world realm is part of a movie set in NYC and the 60's television show, DS. There is no actual Collinwood of course despite the 'establishing shot' showing a girl's private school, in a nearby area to where the show was done, and all of this is as meaningless as a single seagull flying over our heads while enjoying a day on a beach, on a vacation after a long and hard winter season at our job. In real truth to how SINGULARITY produces HER creation, first the Plancktime, and then the 5-D-hyperspace blown out beyond that in a folded magical fabric containing eleven dimensions, with two '5-D systems' inside of each of them; once we exist here 'physically', the complex interdimensional realities cause things to operate as they do, and trying to fully explain it would require all of us 2B at least 'Einstein times 100', and a million years 4 me 2 type out this truth, and then 4U all to sit down and attempt 2 “GET IT”; all great 'GW' 'musician dads' out there; right oh lovely Mizz Hewitt???????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So rather than attempting 2 tackle a truly insurmountable project here such as that one folks, let me put things in more relatable terms, if that is even mucking remotely possible. WOW, Mister Macy and C----L----U----B!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW & WOW!!!!
We can get into Peoples Magazine, Dark Shadows, MISOE operatives and their office-bosses, dream control, Ufology, and a zillion related topics; although seemingly to the untrained non-Morian-eye, not so darn butt related. Let me do things my own way, if you please; lovely Mizz 'EHC' resident, Terry Accusatory Scatterbrain. Yes the only two peeps that I speak so frequently of on these blogs who R some of the residents of the lovely and illustrious Egg Harbor City, Mizz Leticia Tilley, and Mizz Terry 'Scatterbrain-Namer of Mountainpen'. Mizz Terry was a gal-pal of the lovely Mizz Ann King Silva of the mighty Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. She insisted that no story, even mine, needs 2B done and 2 quote her of course, “So scatterbrain-style”. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, BIG ASS BUTT, unfortunately, this just ain't so. No one on planet Earth would ever B able 2 successfully write the story of 'Morianity' in a non-scatterbrain-appearing style, and she is simply 100% totally mistaken. So sahwee Mister Japanese Ambassador from World War II, but 2 quote Sir Sigmund Malyeska here, “That's the way it goes”. SOOOOOOOOOO, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! We will need 2 begin 2C and fully realize just Y my family, as well as all of my OTAMMIC ENEMIES just cannot B placed in some rational normal order in chronology the way that other stories tell things. It is not possible, that's all there is 2 it folks. The space bar is completely mucked up and I will definitely B purchasing an entirely new computer system, solving the murder of two birds while employing only one rock; and without going to any Oaklyn, New Jersey creek-parks, with my-then-pal, Sir 'Jim T. Burr', back in the early middle spring time, in the year of 1974. We will get on the Pennock voice changing magical 'pen' pieces, the cult leader cousin-Pennock, the flower song and translation requests that all led up to car interference and magical-McFly circuits being secretly inserted into them, and a zillion other power house things that R all related to these things listed so far, and then folks, remember that this may B at best and at most, perhaps one one thousandths of the entire story, and yes, it will all B told, and IPYT great folks out there. So a great big darn fat butt WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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