MPN—2023--CHAPTER 008
EARLY WEDNESDAY MOUUUUUUUUUURNING, MARCH 8, 2023
12:30 ANTE' MERIDIAN, BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I am under a very bad night death siege that started around full-moon rise last night, a wee bit shy of seven in the evening. Recently the SPAMM skuzball enemies have been slow-running my ROKU-TV-system for close 2 a week now, and then it totally froze up last night 4 about the futhermucking bleepity bloopity ******* *** ***** ****** *** ******* 6th time now, since I've been using this ENEMY-CONTROLLED service and each time this occurs 4 me, I can always depend on an eventual total freeze up, then somehow it just magically cures itself by going back to the license display page for a minute give or take, then finally returning 2 the homepage and then it is fully operational again. I am going 2 contact the Federal Communications Commission again with a doozie-whopper of a goddessdog complaint, I assure you all of that!!! At the same time of the major freeze-up, the same aerial death siege private plane that dogs me during major death persecutions began 2 whirl around my residence at near-crash levels and this 2 my knowledge, still has naught abated 4 me, Mizz 1983 Blake, mahm'. When sieges come in double and triple bubble attacks such as this one all around me tonight, I know that there is absolutely no futhermucking doubt whatsoever that this can B anything other than coming from the SPAMM (SPACEFORCE-MISOE-MISEC)!!! Peeps, I am SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC ON THE DAY OF TUESDAY MARCH 7th AND QUITE CLOSE 2A BOTBAR DAY AS WELL, JUST A WEE TAD OVER BOTBUR, and remember that the 'A' stands 4 BOTBAR, and the 'U' stands 4 BOTBUR. The one vowel in the word created by Mountainpen, changes the MEANING of the word from unofficially rated, into already rated, and thus becoming OFFICIAL. As of Monday's day-close on Mountainpen's Life-Charting-System (MLCS), I am 3 BOT and 3 NOT for the month of '03-2023 or MARCH'. If today goes, my MPB will B goddessdog MORE THAN 50%, and if manages 2 miraculously somehow naught go, then my MPB will B LESS THAN 50%, so this makes the 7th of this rotten hellish bleepity bloopity month a VERY CRITICAL AND PIVOTAL DAY 4 me, MPB-(Magnetic Percentage 4 Botbar). Do it Sir CF, do it, YO, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”.
There truly is a magical mathematical reality 2 things being above verses below a 50-50 split, in anything. Just ask any goddessdog stock trader, technical chart analyst, or advanced study statistical mathematician. I have a lot of better things 2 do folks than 2 just sit in here making junk up, YO BRAH!!! But I am more than sure folks, that the reason 4 my assault tonight, has 2 do ONLY WITH ICPE-APE-TECH, and my endless nightmare situation of that horrendous parallel event between my life, and the energetic life-truth of the Philadelphia Phillies baseball team, the Philadelphia Flyers ice hockey team, and the New York City DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES stock market system.
When I AM DOWN, MARKET IS UP, FLYERS WIN, PHILLIES LOSE.
WHEN I AM UP, MARKET IS DOWN, FLYERS LOSE, PHILLIES WIN.
It truly is, to quote the CIA late 1960's registered-operative (RO) Mister REDJOHN-codename, John Henningsen who hailed from somewhere close 2 Bolder, Colorado-USA, “JUST THAT SIMPLE”, me' great peeps out there, YO!!!!!!
Just when did this truly begin 4 me, some of UR perhaps quite anxious 2 fully reach a grasp of? In the middle of 1986, this got real bad 4 me, but it was in 1983 while residing at the home situated at 134 Norris Avenue in Atcochoke, New Jersey-USA, that I realized in full succinct alacrity that this parallel event was a powerful and outlandishly true reality existing around me. The actual major aerial assaults however as a direct result of these SPAMM lowlife dirthole bastards using death-harassment's on me in order 2 make this parallel even INTENTIONALLY operate 4 them and against me, was in August of 1986. I'll B a monkey's cousin, aunt and UNCLE if there was naught either a hockey game or a baseball game, and most likely BOTH SPORTS TONIGHT were going on with those 2 Philadelphia sports teams, and that again; I'll make U a wager without even knowing what happened on the March 7th DJIA stock market, that there was another major horrific FULL EVIL EMPIRE 4 MARCH 7, 2023!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well me' gwate peeps out here in Cyberville, good ole' Comcast never sent that65 dollar modem back-up battery, but THEY DID SEND ME A BILL 4 IT which came in yesterday's mail. I called them and managed 2 straighten it out and immediately paid a proper bill of just the installation fee and the new monthly charges, so that no one could later make another change and up the price again so it is all paid up early now and out of the way. WEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester-Frank. TOLD U, lovely giant Gina, your little nineties 'cream-puff' as U would then refer 2 me as, knew thissssssss would all happen 2 me, B4 it did. I am naught psychic folks, I merely know stuff from me' incredible non-Marcucci-Lennon 'MIND-BLOWN' life's experiences. WOW-2-THAT-1-peeps, YO YO YO BRO! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-bit Fwudd Metsker-1987@Rossmoor community! I would naught suggest trying 2 use that link 4 anything, me' wonderful awesome Blogaudians out there in Cyberville, as it just happened,and it is a phony-fake as the 2013 harmony musical track done at the great Bonjovi's Avalon Music Studio of Port Saint Lucie-Flowerland-USA. WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW there, Mister Macy, and GANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We all keep hearing about military 'killer-drones' used in the new modern wars of this digital time period that we all R living in now. Am I right? They have a name 4 them 2, right? Without getting my wild giant lovely hyperspace daughter “PEE” (Patty-Paula Junior, 2 excited here from back in the year of 2011 somewhere; they R talked about on news clips quite often now, right peeps? And SOOOOOOOOOOO, what do they refer 2 them as, folks??????? U got it, YO, commacassi drones. I don't know how 2 spell the word, and WORTHLESS MIKE SOFT SPELLCHECKER HELLWRECKER is no help whatsoever here. But pronouncing it the way that I tried 2 spell it, and just about all of U out here know what I am saying, 2U-BOY, or 2 anyone, and having nothing whatsoever 2 do with any songs written by me at the age of fourteen and a half years, back in late June of 1969. U all know from reading many of me' previous blogging texts, that my hyperspace daughter PEE is, or at least WAS, extremely fascinated by the World War Two commacassi-pilots, and U also know from reading one of my recently posted early 2023-CAP (cut and pasted) blog, I believe it was 'BTAT—CHAPTER 0011', and in it was a 2011 blog or part of one of my old blogs, where I was telling all of U about a powerful dreaming interaction that I had just experienced with PEE, at some college that I now know is situated in Egg Harbor City, NJUSAESMWG, in THAT PARALLEL WORLD reality, and naught over here in the waking world, oh lovely Mizz Blake. The connections here with a decade later, along with these constant news clip items with killer-drones, and my powerful hyperspace-daughter PEE, and her connection into this deal; goes beyond just coincidentally interesting, and many of U out here KNOW THIS ONLY 2 WELL, and I know that U do, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
2 months B4 my mom was struck down with the same magical weapon that killed my pal, Sir DC Roth, exactly two years later practically 2 the very day in the first week in March, 2000 verses 2000; my mom was telling me an extremely powerful story one day in the kitchen of our home, while we were living there at this purchased home at 112 Harvard Avenue, in Somerdale, New Jersey-USA-ESMWG. It was in middle October somewhere if my memory is serving me at all accurately, again about two months B4 her attack in her sleep that left her a controlled-zombie inside of a pain racked body that she was then forced to continue living in 4 another 26 months, until her death in early March of 2000. She was saying how she had returned from a long walk, and had been doing some soul searching, and there is a whole lot of unpleasant jazz 2 this story, and so I will spare U all some of these gruesome freaking details. When she got 2 the part of where she had walked 2 from our home, and well over a mile or more away, she suddenly began 2 say 2 me, “And then I dreamed that” and she went on; and I was beyond being upset and impatient as in those times of my 'pre-BEING-Julia Psychic' days, I flipped out on her; as suddenly she was switching from telling me about her walk, and then pow, she says, “And then I dreamed”, and she then went on from there. Do U want 2 know just where my mom had walked 2, great folks? RU ready to go 2 the darn toilet all over yourself as U won't make it your bathroom, IPUT!!!!! She went to the Cressmont Shopping Center if I am remembering the name of the place correctly; but this is the place where HERMANS CASINO BUS TOURS DELI is or was back then, situated at!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like beyond frikkin” SUPER-WOW PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now B4 going on even one wee small bit here folks, I may need 2 remind some of this Blogaudianship of what I experienced at this place, as was told on numerous blogs and recently, 2 all of U, regarding my magical automobile circuits being somehow placed into my vehicles when I left them parked and unattended at various places over hours of time, such as right there at HERMANS CASINO TOUR DELI at Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG. Also folks, the great mysterious magical MCFLY CAR CIRCUITS, and their connections with my time trip back 2 my old school in 1968, the HTHS, and the TABLET-SHOEBOX, or more accurately when we examine stuff through the magic of the TOSE, and the interdimensional truths that it contains that R even discussed BIBLICALLY many many times throughout the New Testament, when it was talking about the prophets, and their dreams and visions. I naturally, have a whole goddessdarn lot more stuff 2 say and speak about here with all of these things, but 4 right now, I do need 2 move on, as time is not always permitting me the ability 2 just stay on my cum-puke-her as long as I often need 2 do. Twice now, weird screens keep popping up while I am typing along, once right now at quarter past two in the moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, and once about fifteen minutes into starting thisssssss blog, oh lovely Mizz 1983 Susan Erica Lucci Cane SNAKESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me on this 7th evening of February, of the year of 2023, on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. ALL HARASSERS OF MOUNTAINPEN, WITH PLANE AND SKY PERSECUTIONS, AND UTILITY ATTACKS, AND COMPUTER HACKS AND CRASHES, AND MY ROKU-TV SYSTEM; AND IN VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL, HUMAN, AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
Now, I'll finish out my SPAMM-ENEMY-counterstrike with thisssssss, lovely Mizz 1983 Luccisnakes, YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I blogged back in the afternoon of the final and 30th day of September in the year of 2008, about my wild time trip into the future by 31 days, and being with who I later came to figure out was the famous Mister Nick Cannon, and 'at the time husband' of my kid; I told you all back in late 2008, my Blogaudians; that I would say a bit more later on, and I am sorry 2 have let fourteen years slip by B4 doing it; so let me now amend my ways, and tell U all some incredible stuff, YO!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEE. First, here is what I originally typed back on 09-30-2008, with a few tiny improved punctuations and better reworded sentence phrasings bot only 4 those small changes, all is just what I typed in back then,and anyone can verify it by going to the older blogs or even on my last blog, there is a hot-link on the blog B4 this one from the 29th day of September where if U drag your mouse around on the BDC web-page, you will B taken right 2 it, and it is all officially time stamped, so it just cannot B faked.
September 30, 2008
‘TEST
THE SPIRITS, AS SHE SAYS 2’
T/T/W/M,
etcetera subtitles 2 BLOG 5 on BDCWS
Datfile: 093008.623.55
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Over
the weekend I watched the huge party that Philadelphian's were all
celebrating, with blimps all over, and major cheering. I was in a
major interaction with strange persons; a tall thin well muscled back
young male about age 25, and we had been traveling to Boston,
MAUSAESMWG together, and were put up in a very weird and bizarre
hotel overnight. He had some good friends that were on the New York
Knicks basketball team, that were gonna' help me in some way in
proving my horrific and monstrous dilemma and plight. It was so real.
I could feel the raw cold in the room towards late October, and the
manager of the hotel turned up the heat. A strange clock and a
strange telephone were placed in the room that we had been given. It
had a strange interaction with each other. Someday I will tell the
entire long and wild story; the strange road on the wild ride home,
only not 2 any home or place that makes any sense now 2 my waking
world brain and memory system. But the raw cold, and the nice heat,
were more real and tangible than any feeling of temperature on body
or skin in the waking world. Then
I saw the blimps over the Delaware River, and on them were written
things such as, 'Phillies 2008 World Series Champions'.
This
was a wild and far out “DREAM” pal.
Now, moving this right along here, I will now, 14-YEARS later; give U all the updated information on my return trip with NICK, from Boston, Massachusetts, USA-ESMWG, back to Philadelphia, where I then saw the HUUUUUUUUGE celebration parade going down on Broad street, a month out into the future on Halloween Day. In this parallel world, I knew, as I did here; the 60's recording artist and human percolator as locals all refered 2 him as, back when he was hot, Mister Billy Harner. This artist was most known for his biggest hit, “Sally's Something Something”, and Paul Evans Pedersen and I, promoted him in 2000, on a musical project, titled “SUMMER OFLOVE”, right here in the waking world. This was back when we were operating our record company in the very final couple of years of the prior century, called, “Studio Park Records”. Suddenly in this powerful TIME-TRIP dreaming-interaction, and right B4 we arrived in Philadelphia, we drove over to Billy Harner's home, which then, between 1999 when I had first met him through my realtor Mizz Karen Simons of Grassi Reality, and the time that I left Florida, he lived in Pine Hill, NJUSAESMWG on the main drag that runs right up that large hill, and his house was two blocks from Paul's house, quite mysteriously; and right across the parking lot where a small mom and pop grocery store is located, right there in town, or was. Suddenly Nick and I in this incredible dreaming interaction were on this main street there, and right near the home where Mister Harner loved. Suddenly the road that runs straight, and up a large incline here in this world; made a really HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE twist off 2 the right and leveled off and then just dropped way down, rather than in waking life where it does not drop down once the large hilltop is fully reached, and just B4 arriving at Mister Harner's place. After we got 2 the bottom of this really low-lying area, Nick's tire blew out, and as he got out of the vehicle 2 change the tire, the man from Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, who I met just one time back in the summer time somewhere in 1974, and whom I called on my blogs quite frequently, the “alchemist”; came up 2 Nick and they got talking, but I definitely seemed in this experience, 2 fully recognize just who he was even after more than 34 years of time had passed. They seemed 2 just endlessly go on and on speaking, and of exactly what, I2 this day, simply am clueless about. I of course as a quick whittle insert here, just cannot ignore the amount of years since I had seen this guy in Atlantic City, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house on Stenton Place, owned by a gorgeous lady by the name of Mizz Selena Dada. 34 years, as in 3-4, 7-12-19-84 (1984). Aniwho folks, after this seemingly endless discussion, Nick returned back 2 his car and we drove down this weird road on his flat tire, and I looked over at him, and then I asked him Y her didn't fix the tire, and does he need me 2 help him with it. This is now the 3rd time that a weird stupid frikkin' annoying screen popped up while I am typing this out, for absolutely no apparent reason whatsoever, peeps, well, maybe the reason is indeed quite frikkin' obvious, huh peeps???????????????? Gimme' a break, 2 quote me' distant Cuzz-Donnie-Boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He then told me that he knows a wild short cut, and that if I ever show another human being this thing that he is now about 2 show me, that he will murder me, his exact words; and I sat there in my car seat right next 2 this dude, beyond amazed and flabbergasted at what I had just heard him say 2 me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I said 2 him maybe two minutes after that and after a deafening pause of total silence in the car, “No problem”. This is an expression that lovely Mizz Karen Simons used quite often while we used 2 drive around in her car back in middle-late 1997, and she was showing me numerous houses that I may potentially wish to buy, and merely then rent my house there in Somerdale, as opposed to just outright selling it; which now looking back on things, I totally wish that I had done this. So anyway, this expression was sort of locked in my head from hearing her say it 2 me so often, and this is what I said back to Nick, who then, I didn't even know 'WAS NICK', after he had told me not 2 ever tell anybody about this magical way of going 2 wherever we now were going. Suddenly, we just magically seemed 2B coming up on the Walt Whitman Bridge and were heading into Philadelphia, and still on a flat tire for crying out loud. Then B42 much longer, we saw the great victory parade on Broad Street, after the great WORLD SERIES PHILLIES WIN had just gone down. There still is lots more 2 discuss, and this is what future blogs R4 of course, me great and wonderful Blogaudians, YO YO YO YO, ME' BREEEEEE!
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