MPN--2023--CHAPTER 019

 

Thursday, March 16, 2023

MPN—2023--CHAPTER 019

4:01 Post Meridian

Unless my best non-I-Ching best 'guesstimates' R completely misguided and inaccurately wrong here peeps, this day will be going about as super botbar as it can possibly mucking B. A whole lot of stuff is going crazy butt weird and off the wall, and continuing along in this fashion with no reversals that I am aware of anywhere in sight. I will explain this 2U all and then get into a few things 'quantum-related', so yes, B warned, those who may naught particularly like that topic, so they R able right now 2 just veer off of this blog and cannot say were naught forewarned well in advance, but for any fans of my kid, U may wish indeed 2 keep right on reading YO. I really think that any open minded fan of MC needs 2 hear what will B spoken today on this gosh dog whittle blog! :Possibly some who have harshly been judging many things about Mountainpen 4 so darn long now, may decide 2 just perhaps have a tiny wee bit of pity on me instead of merely having intense hatred and other such related feelings.

B4 getting into anything mentioned above, first it will go onto make a lot more sense if as with most cases, I lay a little bit of the foundation leading up 2 this which absolutely frikkin' dovetails into this so far short and horrendous day, as it only began 4 me at least 4 the most part, at the time of awakening at approximately a quarter past 3 in the afternoon and only about 74 minutes ago now. It does naught take a whole darn dog lot of time peeps, 4 things 2 go real darn dog south 4 me, and never have, and I'll bet that many of U can say the same upon several occasions in your own lives. It does naught take a lot of time 4 dynamite 2 explode when the fuse is lit and fully ready 2 blast away, am I indeed naught correct, folks? Now first, there is a build up 2 things as there just about always normally is 4 me, and this did begin B4 the actual awakening and beginning 2 this day 4 me. 4 many personal reasons I refuse 2 get into some of the details 2 this, at least 4 right now this minute-today, maybe later on I will. 4 now, I will say that my sleep was not all that wonderful in numerous respects, and leave it there, other than 4 saying as well that I had numerous unpleasant dreaming interactions along with the aforementioned woes. In a nut shell, I recall half a dozen totally separate experiences, beginning in where else but good old Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, then proceeding into Robin Hill Apartments, then onto the earlier times of the illustrious Dellway Arms Apartments of Oaklyn, New Jersey and other spots as well including 125-A Haddon Hills in Westmont, but my real incredible stuff from earlier today was not in Westmont, but rather in Oaklyn as well as Atlantic City. But B4 getting into any of the specifics 2 the wild dreaming interactions folks, allow me 2 first report the way things continued onward 4 the Mountainpen. This is Thursday, and the normal trash and recycle pick up day 4 this park where I reside here, in good old 'happiness-sunny-Flowerland', and AKA Fort Pierce, Florida-USA. Never B4 in my more than 25 months of living here so far have I naught been awakened should I-B in slumber when the truck is here, as it is as most trash trucks R, quite high in decibel levels, only today and 4 the very first time, I did manage 2 totally sleep right through its arrival. This categorizes itself as extremely weird, meaning that the Mountainpen was in an unusually deep slumber-situation, an important fact 2 consider when we move onward on this blog with a whole lot more other wild and totally outlandish stuff. When I woke up and began drinking a glass of water while looking out from the front porch 2C my emptied trash can with the lid on the ground, I went 2 put it back where it belongs in the rear porch area of 'the joint', 'Mister Winn' sir and 'Halloween-cheater', of 'late 1983-Atlantic City'. I came back inside 2 wash my hands and grab a 2^nd drink of water and a very low private airplane was harassing me,and it has been ever since, not totally at crash level, but it is there today after a long period of quiet where any airplanes were all flying at perfectly normal levels, just as they used 2B with me, in the 'pre-08-1986' times. I have naught as of yet as I speak-type right now at half past four of the clock, activated the warning lights on my porches, as I normally only do this after at least 2 CRASH LEVEL DOGGING PLANES strike me and then continues on from there. I always give things a chance. But now 4 the dreaming interactions and the wild details or at least some of the more powerful and important ones, folks. We begin in Atlantic City and Tennessee Avenue (10-SC). Right away, when abbreviating this street there; we get the origins of the future Studio Park Records, that had its roots in 10-SC the actual state, and its great city there who we all know well, called Nashville. This was Sir Paul Evans Pedersen's place, and he had many musical friends there as well. He may have spent the majority of his life in Jersey, grew up in Jersey, went 2 the great West Collingswood High School in Jersey, met me in Jersey, and so forth; but his heart and soul, and naught attempting 2 rip off any great old yesteryear-tunes about California cities, was in 10-SC. This music company that we created in 1999 had roots long B4 that in my so-called fictional book called, “The Permission Barrier” or 'TPB' 4 short. In it was the fictional tale of this company along with many wild characters, one named Dawn or actually Dawnie, and I could go on breaking brains and blowing Marcucci-Thaxton minds, but won't, as too much needs 2B talked about in the here and now present of March of 2023, good folks out here in Cyberville, YO. Studio Park Records was a made up 1994 company inside of my so-called fictional book, TPB. This is where the “SARAH” song was recorded in a country-music style, and went onto become the number-1 song on the indie-country-music chart and lasted there one week until a recording done by the great artist we all know and love named Linda Ronstadt came along 2 knock it off, and I had the magazine until coming down here to Flowerland that showed the country-indie-music charts, and 2 this day it exists I'm quite sure, proving all of these claims made herein. This same 'lovely LR artist' is Y on many of these blogs, I jokingly say upon numerous occasions, Mountainpen, the poor and pitiful and non-Ronstadt dude, as she had a fantastic cool song somewhere in middle 1977 if memory is correctly serving me, called, “Poor Poor Pitiful Me”, but shall we now get back 2 the Tennessee music deal and Mister Pedersen, as well as how this all fits into my woes in my great search and quest 2 locate the great SSJKK or SARAH, from my days of boyhood in Atlantic City? We had another past recording artist by the name of Sir Billy Harner, back in early 2000, record at a Philadelphia studio known as “Fresh Tracks”; the SARAH song. This was the number 10 and final cut on the CD we produced in 2000 and was titled, “Summer of Love 2000-Billy Harner”. For further details on this project that has no mention at all anywhere of my name, even though I financed the entire thing, making me what is called in entertainment world circles, the “Executive Producer”, and unlike “SANDY”'s number 10 tune on the great “Ghost Whisperer” television show in 2007 some time, this did make it onto the CD, breaking the curse of the 9^th, huh lovely Part of 5----SARAH, AKA lovely Mizz Jenifer love Hewitt? Still, the only curse this did naught break I suppose, oh lovely Mizz AT&T Blake, is the endless HUNTINGTON CURSE!!!!!!! Folks, if U doubt any parts of this story, the information that can naught B made 2 simply vanish away and disappear is out there. That country-indie music chart proves my song 'SARAH' was there, and the 2000 Harner project 2 this day is up on the internet, just Google up the name of the darn dog project, YO. Only my name has vanished; and powerful peeps R able 2 pull that trick off. But the tax-man, and the government, and the great and ever-illustrious United States © Copyright Office, all know that these words spoken right now R indeed totally absolutely accurate AND TRUE, beyond one small doubt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But me' point is still far from being over folks. Sarah is and was a part of my real life story even back in those 1994 times where I was writing that book, TPB, and although it was supposedly a work of fiction, WAS NAUGHT, in so much that the base part of the tale of it was absolutely true, and only parts of the thing were grossly exaggerated such as being beaten up by the police, or thrown off of a casino high rise building,and along these lines. There was no Jim Pratt from some future colony #256, and the entire thing that this part of the tale was based on of course, was that great original 60's Star Trek television show, with the great Squire Trilane, and his ability to scan the Earth-Planet from his little planetoid 900 light years away. So to wit I reply, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”. Even the great local journalist and paper-publisher from Berlin, NJUSAESMWG told me one day, over at her office in the summer time of 1994; “Your story offers a true definite potential explanation 2 what really could indeed B behind your real-life problems and woes”, and she went onto call me a genius and prophet in my own time like Mister Nostradamus. All I knew then in 1994 was that I had 2B sure that a time capsule record of my best at-the-time guess 2 what could B going on in my life, was somewhere 4 the future citizens of this world 2B able someday 2 access. This is Y-I did that book, and then sent it 4 ©, using as I had been doing at that time 4 a good decade and a half, the Library of Congress © Office as a TIME CAPSULE. 2 quote Sir Red-John Henningsen here, “It's just that simple”. Yes Mizz Jean Ruba Smith would most likely have done more 4 me 2 get my book written professionally by a ghostwriter and even published perhaps, but as always, HALL FAWCES kicked in with the story of Lightning Goddess Diana being too young 4 me 2B in love with, and this turned her off. Diana had been teasing me since I was very young, pretending that she was a lot younger than her true endless astral age of eighteen years, and this messed up my chances. But a lot of other stuff was also there as it always is, to totally and quite dependably screw up my chances 4 ever becoming recognized by the world; and 2 quote the great master, and LORD JESUS CHRIST here; I am of good cheer as they hated and despised HIM a long time B4 they ever did the Mountainpen, YO!!!

But I have gotten off a wee bit as I tend 2 always do on some localized tangents. I will now get back on course and speak more about the dreams. Many of the stuff from today's wild dreams have connections from past dreams as so many of my dreams tend 2 do, or put in an another way, I tend 2 have sufficient memory to put stuff together in a linear pathway from more than just the reality called 'my waking world', and then, I tend 2B able to make sense out of more than one reality in a long run playing pattern of numerous events over time in multiple worlds. Then over enough time and study, I have come 2C and fully realize how the worlds all fit together in various ways and have come to name this the TOSE, shortened from the towel seepage effects, similar 2 taking many towels after a 'NOOOOOOO' spill on a table or a floor, Mister Bounty; and then watch 2C the various ways the different towels that sort of R able 2 represent different parallel worlds, and how they seep up the spill in different ways. Still, it all came from one original spill, and the alternate wipe ups sp 2 speak merely R some after effect that will always B connected and yet apart, to the actual one spill. This is verified in Holy scriptures in many Old Testament information-bites where prophets were given dreams or visions, visits 2 other parallel worlds of the 5^th dimensional hyperspace, and then told that there is a way of seeing the proper decoded connections of the TOSE, so long as this wisdom is imparted 2 them by Almighty Jehovah, SSJKK. Anybody C yet how this does indeed all fit together, YO????????????????????????? Hopefully my whittle laughing info-sample here won't remove those great fantastic television commercials, let us C peeps, as sometimes I can get away with it once or twice,and other times the removal is immediate, and I am gonna' now tell U all just exactly Y it is happening. Someone, Mister Harner, Mister PPPPPP, and so many others out here; wants me 2 endlessly disappear and vanish completely away like the mist in the morning sunshine, POOF, gone forever, since I have too many forbidden things, naught only 2 speak about, but attached 2 my very darn beingness. This is the very same truth that is behind the so-called COVER UP OF MANY THINGS. UFO-RELATED TOPICS, GOVERNMENT STUFF, and on and on and on we can go here; and all of U out here know that I am speaking the futhermucking total truth here, so don't bother trying 2 deny it, YO YO!!!!!!!!!

Now 4 my dreams, a small but powerful part of them,their quantum effects on all of truth, and their endless connections into my TOSE 'real life' and these very blogs. The Atlantic City thing needs 2B compressed as they all do or else we would B literally all day and night long. All of 10-SC Avenue between the boardwalk and Pacific Avenue, which is the first city's ocean paralleling street 2 the boardwalk, and it was totally bulldozed down to nothing, as if it had been struck by a giant MOAB bomb. U know, those doozie-whopper mother of all bombs, categorized militarily 2B of the non-nuke-class. The only thing standing anywhere was SARAH's SHOP. I was walking up and down the street, and that all sorts of stuff was happening around me that was so incredible and beyond powerfully bizarre, that I am naught able presently, 2 even figure out a proper or appropriate way of blogging the information out 2U all, good folks. All that I'll tell U4 right now is simply thissssssssssssss: Only the shop and myself were there, and all else was totally gone. Then at the end, a time change happened just as it did in 1969 in that wild mid-December 'dreaming interaction', where it began on the beach when we were both age ten, and then 'BAM-poof', it suddenly just became 4 years later in SARAH's shop and we now were both age 14 years, and without one small wee teensy bit of assistance from the great one and only Chef Emeril, YO. Boy oh boy oh boy Uncle Billy Internet-Buzz, of any and all transdimensional realms; can this all truly B real and happening? Well, I think that most of U out there in freaking Cyberville know very well that it naught only can B, but that it most definitely IS HAPPENING!!!!!!!!!! Suddenly it is very dark abnd only lights from distant buildings and from the boardwalk were now visible in my wild dream. Then a voice came from the sky saying 2 me that I am not able 2 ever leave my mortal life until my story is finished being told, and also that a long while back when I thought Goddess Scylla-Pink was telling me that Morianity was over, was a false vision and that I need 2B following my own title-blog chapter words. When I woke up and B4-I even took that drink of water in me' kitchen, it struck me like a pulverizing sledge hammer banging down on a building beam at a city construction site. This was about my blog name or title from late in 2008 that recently I've been posting up or 'CAPPING' copies of it into me' modern blogs from right now in 2023; U know, testing the spirits. Then came the dream at 125-A in Westmont where these two horrible Spanish guys were sitting right there with me and out beyond my kitchen at the very same dining used when I lived there from middle September in 1964, right through to the final days of July of 1969, and that dining room table had patterns in its fake-marble that would B difficult 4 anyone 2 ever forget, and especially a mind such as mine that tends 2 remember great details of all the things in my distant past. Now the previous five days or so, forget it. My short term memory blows, and has always been lousy even in my very youngest days. This is Y a lot of my doctors have told me not 2 worry yet about getting tested for Alzheimer's disease and along that line. All my life, even in my teens and twenties, my brain acts weird from time 2 time, forgetting how 2 drive from one place 2 another, and it never ever gets any worse. The same exact amount of weird malfunctioning today at nearly age seventy is existing, just as it was back a half century ago. This is another reason 4 my insisting on calling my woe-whiz-me problems with this, a “MIND HACK” rather than those more recognized diseases. So one of these 2 Spanish dudes was an extremely mean person, even worse than here in waking life, the dude who moved next door 2 me in the PHA joint on New Years Day of 2020 and thus forcing me 2 eventually move out of there, fourteen months later on, just as all of U know. This guy in my nightmare however was telling me that he was going 2 stab me and he grabbed a knife that was laying there on the table, and he tried 2 charge me with it, and fortunately his pal next 2 him was able 2 subdue and stop him B4-I suddenly was about 2B wearing his steak knife. At the end of thisssssssssssssssssssssssssssss particular horror-scene so 2 speak, seeing all of this as Mister Shakespeare would where he seemed 2B aware and know somehow that this entire game-arena that is seemingly surrounding all of us continually and everlastingly makes all of us stage-actors, players in a scene that is being directed and produced on some much higher truth and level of reality, the timeless 'PURGATORY', as Mister Mountainpen sees it; I realized that the dude who was holding back this monster criminal guy who wanted 2 do me in with his dagger, was the same guy who I used 2 speak with quite often at a place known as the Haddonwood Swim and health Club of Deptford, NJUSAESMWG, and at the large swimming pool there. But it wasn't until I woke up at a quarter past 3 today that I remembered him from last summer time's major nightmare where I lived in Oaklyn at the Dellway Arms Apartments, and in that awful dream, we lived there as roommates, and he had completely infringed on my rights making me sleep in the bathroom,and had taken every privilege away from me, telling me I had no rights at all and that I still better pay my share of the rent. It was a nightmare and many things happened, none of them important for my getting into today on this blog right now, and eight months later on in time from that original total frikkin' nightmare. BUTTTTTTTTTT, big ass- BUTT folks, when I woke up and began sorting my dreams out, this is when this all struck me, and I then remembered that also just in this same last-night's-dreaming, I was back in Oaklyn and I would have forgotten this if naught 4 remembering about 'Mister Poolcarey' from back in 1994. In this experience I was back living with my mom there only it was much later on in this alternate realm's chronology, and 2 where she was about the age that she was when we lived in Blue Anchor, NJUSAESMWG, and was where, in this waking world, she had finally exited from her human dreams of being Mizz Grace Eastman Mason Mohr, and was at just past the age of 80 years. This nightmare went onto involve my lightning communications device which is a series of three electronic systems all connected up through the presently running Comcast Modem landline telephone system from here in my present time waking life reality. Every so often, unless I compensate by turning a power control up 2 a higher position, which I never did last night, Diana-Lightning, tells me that she is sleepy, and is hardly communicative at all; and she tells me that she is now dreaming that she is the electron-force that is surrounding our planet, and that she is forever watching all of us as God's spirit, and reporting back to Pink Goddess, all that goes on. I can make her wake up so that she speaks 2 me again, not in a voice but in coded huffing sounds, almost reminding me of the sounds made in that wild “DARK SHADOWS” television show,made by Jebez Hawkes, the head-Leviathan. Now here I am dreaming about this machine system, and my mom in the dream had been upset because I had told her something that Diana (Lightning) had told me, about one of her friends from Philadelphia. She then proceeded 2 storm out of the apartment all ticked off and was going 2 take the bus on the Julia White Horse Pike, not pipe, into Philly 2C her. Two days and nights went by however, and she vanished. Not a soul knew what happened,and I had called all over the place in my nightmare, and no one had a clue about where she could have gone. The emotional intensity in dreams can exceed the levels experienced by the same exact circumstances that we experience in our waking lives, and most of us R indeed totally aware of that fact, and this nightmare was absolutely no exception whatsoever. In this alternate realm, I was pals with David Roth while living there instead of living in Blue Anchor when my mom was in her weird-stage dream-assault sickness that even the 'top-docks' in all medical circles, were ever able 2 properly diagnose what happened 2 her on that day after Christmas in 1996, that forever altered both of our lives, here in this waking world realm. But in my dream from a few hours back now, as it is now 5:42 PM on this Thursday evening; I was absolutely beside myself after my mom's total disappearance and my inability 2 locate any remote trace of what had become of her since she had stormed out of the apartment #O-15 at Dellway Arms, on Oakland Avenue. This alternate realm dovetails and has major towel seepage effects from my waking world on many things, right down 2 good old Sir 'Poolroy of 1994' from back last early summer time' wild nightmare experience of unpleasant roomies. My final phone call in the nightmare was 2 my pal, Mister David Charles Roth. We then got together that evening and had a dinner somewhere in some place that offered all type of food items in buffet style, sort of like Florida's Golden Corral Restaurant. I don't know if here in this waking world, this exact place is national or merely local, I am just adding in that we did go onto dine at a similar such place. Then we came back 2 the apartment and tried 2 figure out just where she could have gone, or if we should begin 2 call in some authorities such as local as well as Philly Police peeps. In waking life, I wouldn't think twice. Is it not a funny thing folks how we actually think differently about whether or not we would do things in 'dreams' that we know we would absolutely B doing here, should we be awake, and then experiencing any similar type of circumstances? Only he had talked me out of this and instead we ended up driving in his car 2 some fairly distant lake area and we had rented a small boat there, and I found myself suddenly on this boat with him. He was driving it and I was in the seat behind him. Suddenly and 4 no apparent reason,the futhermucking dude just went 'off his nut', 2 quote the great Jimmy Stuart in that great Frank Capra movie called, “It's a Wonderful Life”. He just decided 4no rhyme nor reason to veer off of the lake and into one of several tiny tributaries of it, and the one that he chose was barely a bathtub sized width of a waterway, and was shallow with lots of rocks and junky other stuff everywhere; and was nothing at all conducive 4 taking any size motorboat into, especially at a high rate of speed. The darn idiot had it fully opened up, and we had 2B doing around frikkin' 40 knots. He wouldn't stop as we practically were about running down a puddle that was emptying into a dry pathway 4 cryin' out louder than dog poop, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then POW-BAM, no Chef-Emeril around anywhere,only a fully broken powerboat that we didn't own and were going 2B legally liable 4, as that was axiomatic. Then I found myself alone, as he had fled on foot and vanished just as surely as my mom had. I was at this point ready 2B tied, gagged, roped up, strait jacketed as I was just about totally and completely nuked out by this point, YO BRO. I had somehow managed 2 walk all around this wild area, that I never in any world, here, or in the vast dreamworlds of W-10; have been 2, or remember in any way whatsoever; me' wonderful awesome Blogaudians of Cyberville. BUTTTTTTTTTT, big ass BUTT folks, when I eventually found the area again where Dave and I had parked there 2 rent a boat, his car was not where it was but rather he was in a larger car and it was parked all the way in the rear area of this lot that went from the boat docks all the way to nearby an entrance to a home where the proprietor of the boat rental business lived. Speaking of future addresses such as the Mullica Mobile Manor Lot 10 Jenny Plageman Trailer Park, that is just east of Hammonton-Blue-Berryville, NJUSAESMWG, and the great future Gmail address of the great Sir Bonjovi and his later 2B met by Mountainpen 2^nd Cousin Anthony in Port Saint Lucie, Flowerland (Florida), where that 2013 musical work was done at his Avalon Recording Studio there in the early part of the year, called “YBCO” 4 a shortened abbreviated title, and actually 'meaning' “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”; this musical work is also a TOSE major part of this most recent dreaming-interaction 4 me, from just a few friggin' hours ago, YO. It was right there in the dream where POW, I suddenly then remembered that parking lot from a wild powerhouse dreaming-interaction that I had also from about the time where last year in 2022 and B4 my blogs had all started up again after a quarter-decade 2^nd shutdown period; and this was also from somewhere approximately late in June of last year, just as the interaction with my horrible Poolroy roomie. In that dream from the start of last summer some time, I was in that very same vehicle with several peeps who I cannot pull up now or even then just who they were, oh lovely Mizz Nancy Barrett Carolyn Stoddard of “DARK SHADOWS”. I was sitting in this car alone and waiting 4 the other peeps who were with me and who did come along later on, and now I am speaking of this experience from late last June, or maybe even last early July somewhere. I was playing my musical cassette tape in this car on a tape player, and remember that in this waking world in recent times, very few peeps have those old players and stereos systems in their cars that can play old world cassette tapes, YO BRAH! The tune playing was, yes,”YBCO”, and it was the harmony track only that was playing that later on at Mister Tony Bonjovi's great and marvelous Avalon Studio now defunct or moved 2 Pompano Beach, Flowerland; and this was playing on this convertible automobile tape player and it was up a wee bit loud, not blasting by the way the ghetto boys do it today by any means, but it was a wee bit up, and suddenly, the proprietor of the lake boat-rental place, just came out of the house, walked right u p 2 the car that I was sitting in and laid back relaxing in; and he reached right inside, and he turned the volume not down, but all the way off, and then without saying one single word, he just walked away and right back into his house there, not even so much as looking left or right, or blinking a frikkin' eye. Oh sure folks, I know that the Psych peeps of the great and mighty Diagnostic Statistical Manuel (DSM) would have a total futhermucking blast psychoanalyzing this wild incredible bunch of dreaming experiences, and over many months of time, that all seemingly fit together; only and not until analyzed and properly reconstructed and remembered better over a lot of reflecting and passage of time. But I have listed recently folks, have I naught, how there R3 groupings of peeps who play with these things, and the head shrinking Freudian folks R only one of those three listed groups. There also R the biblical interpreting prophecy groups as well as the Morianity and Enlightened group's way of thinking about all of this incredible stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So a big fat resounding “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!! Boy oh boy oh boy, “UNCLE”, all uncles, and on or off of any bended knees!!!!

Beginning today, I will B taking Morianity blogs from the point where we picked things up back in September of 2022 last year, and re-post them in the quality that someone tried to kill recently, when they were unable 2 get them removed entirely. They R seemingly right inside my head and know how my mind works, and thus, can know about both my dreams as well as my waking world life, and can somehow manage 2 actually effect the entire thing. For one really perfect as well as HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE example here folks, how about the quantum effect of not making this a FAMILY-RELATED-BLOG, or at least my attempt at reducing this as much as is humanly non-Pennock-possible, all Pennock's that is, and notwithstanding of course. I no sooner tell U all that I will really make a dog dern gash whiz fizz concerted effort with absolutely no puns intentionally MEANT here, of course; to not involve stuff here with my no-no-daughter, at least from the perspective of the waking world herewantsme2endlesslydisappear and HERE, sir SPELLchecker. Anyone out there who indeed is unable 2C all of this beyond incredible outlandish stuff, rightdown2 the way SPELLchecker and the computer world is tied into it all, is so pathetically pitifully blind, there R simply no words 4 me 2 try and express it. Still, things R going 2B spoken of and yes, HARPED ON 2, regarding all of this very thing, beginning right about now, Lads & Lassies out there. The motivation and programmed way that things must somehow B organized and set up behind the stage-curtains oh lovely classmate from 1972 Mizz Amy Cooley (Madonna)!!!!!!!!!! I need go no farther than what was just typed in 2 make my point, for anyone naught blinder than 1400 vampire bats from Pomona, NJUSAESMWG, that is!!!!!!!!!!!! C kind folks out here; now we right away get 2-2 artists, and only via making simple and true statements, one right after the other one, am I correct or naught, 'Mister Dave Artistletters Prosecutorspurious', and lovely Mizz 1983 AT&T BLAKE???????? WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-----MISTER MACY OF NYNY!!!

I have decided 2 wait until the next blog as this starts the 20's in my newest chapter-book of Mountainpen's Blog, the “BOM”. I like 2 make my changes in stuff in simultaneous moves 2 the changes and alterations of the patterns that correspond 2 changing things in the world of magnetics and gauss fields. I learned the true and awesome power that is behind this connection during my days and times of playing professional-Roulette in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, at their illustrious CASINOS, back in the year of 1986, and up there in good ole' JERSEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As the teens change into the twenties, then 2 should I have the best possible resulting factors that would B potentially involved in my re-posting the come-back-blogs, in now a much better quality. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and yes Sir Chester-Frank as well as all great camp counselors from all over the place from 24-A apartments in Philly, right into A-24 inverted antimatter non-family-AC-NJ-USA-trips of 2009 movie studios. AHA-AHA-AHA, and yes, oh wonderful cousin of once world renown news anchorman, Les Kaiter, Mister Mack of 1967 and 1968, “THIS IS WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS”, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO-HA, ME WONDERFUL AWESOME ILLUSTRIOUS BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes great peeps; indeed I have learned it so well, and a long time ago. It just forever grows like a non-combustible flower on a star, there is no changing it, there is no stopping it. You cannot fight things such as the world of the QUANTA. It is just a reality and the way things operate here in what I will call, 'SINGULARITY's wonderful CREATION of HERS'. Hey, I am naught gonna' shullbit me' wonderful Blogaudians for a single heartbeat-moment. Singularity is NAUGHT a HER, nor a HIM, and if you think about it for a second and reason it out 4 crying out louder than 15 bells of freaking sound pressure level YO, how can a single-anything B one of 2 or more possibilities such as with gender, and thus connoting a 'male, as well as a female'? GEE WHIZ-FIZZ peeps, WAKE UP 4 CRISSING OUT LOUD, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! No human mind is able ever, 2B able 2 grasp or in any small way 2 even begin 2 conceive of what “zero dimension” really is. It is like asking a human being 2B able 2 grab a big rig truck fully loaded and pick it up and hurl it all the way across a busy highway. Hey; anyone who shows me that they can do this, and I will find a way 2 make a trillion US dollars, and then sign over every single penny of it 2U, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Even the top minds, the best scientists, if anyone of them tells U that they can know what 0-D is, and that they fully and completely understand it down 2 the nth degree, I'll publicly call them a rotten liar on any podium ever built anywhere on the planet! It has been said on numerous occasions how nobody is capable of picturing even a million of anything. The educational television programs will give U many examples of how it can B done in some small ways by simply saying okay now, just picture 100 apples on a large floor and then picture 100 of those floors and then picture 100 of those buildings that contains that same type of floor with the apples laying there on them. Even most sixth graders most likely know that indeed, 100 times 100 is ten thousand and that also, 10,000 times 100 is a million (1,000,000), so in theory folks, doing this should permit us 2C and sort of begin 2 visualize a million of these apples laying on a floor, but I assure U all that this is merely a magicians type of illusionary trick 2 make us really believe that we R indeed able 2 picture those million apples, only it is total darn bull stench!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will say it again and I'll then reiterate it as many times as anyone out here would ever wish 4 me 2 do so. No human brain can accurately picture one million of anything, so a billion, a trillion,hey Don, will U give me a BRAAAAAAAKE sir????????? There R indeed a whole darn dog lot of limitations that we frail mortal human beings have,and we need 2C and realize this powerful truth B4 anyone of us can even start 2C the powerhouse truths behind Morianity's many teachings, which yes, the head Morian, Me, Mountainpen, did NAUGHT invent the concepts of. LIGHTNING has taught me many incredible and awesome things folks. I never asked anyone of U2 ever listen 2 me or believe me. I only tell things that Diana has told me now since 1983, at least 4 the very most part, folks. I may go on from there occasionally and beg U all 2 believe stuff that I tell U has happened 2 me, yes, but that is as far as I'll ever go, as who am I-2 ever think that I know better than anyone of U??????

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WEDNESDAY, MARCH 16, 2023

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Nightmares have been off the scale bad this year and R getting worse all the time. Recently I had a very bad one again with my 'X-bizz'-partner, Mister Paul Pine-Barrens Pedersen; along with all sorts of family members and associates that bring back into waking world, numerous horrific unpleasant futhermucking memories 4 me. Y there is no such mucking accepted English word as 'UN----pleasantries' without the hyphenated 'UN' B4 the word, is anyone's best non-guest-I-Ching “GUESS”, from Pearl Harbor Day in 1996; or anytime else I would freaking suppose, folks! Gee willagars and golly gash darn whiz-fizz, YO!

Publix is a fantastic store, and Chase is a fantastic bank. That is if you are a fan of Wall Street, booming sounds, glittering lights, and Donald J. Trump. Me, well; one for four, under this Huntington Curse, is livable. I DO LOVE MY PUBLIX! The others; oh the gods; don't get me going here, please; on or off of magical days and dates, of early millennium summer time vacations; Mizz Eckert Farma! Now some folks think the man in Orlando was Steve, back when I purchased that glass jar of M&M candies, and not for 'fitty-cent', AHA-AHA, Mister McNulty. These were two separate men, I promise you. Of course, when the ESS is involved with you; nothing can be rationally deduced as a sure thing. This is why Bluebook is too scared to ever tell you that indeed, we all are dealing with the Menagerie of Star Trek's great Tellosians. This is the nightmare that they just cannot let loose as governmentally documented verified fact. Those such as Mountainpen who discuss it intelligently, are thereby, via the psychiatric world, labeled fruit cake crackpots. Steve, Santa Claus, and Patty, are their own private motley crew from hell; and are not part of the man from late-1983-Orlando, Florida-Publix. BUTTTTTTTTTT, I'll tell you who the Orlando dude did look a lot like, bearing in mind it had been almost ten years since I saw him on the beach in 1974, in Atlantic City. You guessed it people; the dude who told me all those wild things, and then vanished as quickly as he “popped-up”. Yeah, and he did it again. Is he an ESS dream-traveler (type-3-Exploratron) you wonder? Hey, we can get to further exploring those ideas later on. If this is what you all want, then let me start seeing 100-200 daily views. Your choice great folks. You the customer are always right. I am merely obeying your commands, YO! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! If SSJKK can be 10 and then 14, then Patty can be 12 and then 29, or whatever, huh Mister Polio Malyeska? Hey Mountainpen YO, back in 2015, leave poor 'Ziggy' alone, ya' crumb, up here in 2023!!!!!!!!! WOW-WOW-WOW & WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS & WEEEEE!!!!!

In the wrong hands of evil humans, ALL ASTRAL PLANE INFORMATION can B transferred into deadly dangerous and totally disastrous, human earthly technologies. As told over and over, this is a powerful fact and it can B a total nightmare for many innocent and defenseless people here in the waking physical world, once the evil powerful sinful peeps go onto find out that there is a real thing that really does work such as PARALLEL EVENT APPLIED and intentionally created, such as what has been going on around poor Mountainpen ever since the middle nineteen-eighties now. But 4 now folks, I've harped long enough on this topic, my family, and these matters in general, and so, I'll B switching 2 another situation that yes folks, ACTUALLY PREDATES my parallel event nightmare that got loosed from Pandora's Box on 8-15 of 1986. This topic is the speaking in and out of existence topic, and how David Roth and myself shared countless days and hours in the non-Pedersen pine barrens of New Jersey-USA, discussing it in elaborate detail while exploring a whole lot of real/e estate there. Yes great folks out there YO, I indeed have temporarily worn out the subject of my incredible weird and wild family as well as the subject of the usage as well as the misuse of PARALLEL EVENT SCIENCE & TECHNOLOGIES, as where they originated from, YES T-H-E-Y, as both indeed have powerful ASTRAL-SOURCES, do they naught, oh lovely Mizz 1983 American Telephone and Telegraph Annoyance Caller Division BLAKE?

I hate 2 always be the 1 to B 'Mister Messenger's bad-news-boy', since being a messenger does have many cosmic MEANINGS, does it naught, “family”, distant as some of it may in fact B? Still, that year, that name, come on; am I really truly so nuts and wrong in all of my seemingly insane and wild claims and concepts, good peeps????????????? You really R gonna' have 2 forgive and excuse me 4 placing dark clouds and killed rainbows on so many things for more than seventeen years now on the BOM-BLOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ENDING TRANSMISSION from that little CAP which still thank the gods, is permitted, unlike the popularity international blog-graph, and other such blog-stat related matters and stat-numerations, YO!!!!!! But the topic I wish 2 open up 4 today is the ability I appear 2 have, to make things come and go and especially 2 totally and quite suddenly just VANISH AWAY like total TV-show-MAGIC right out of all of the magical oriented television shows that we all have seen, know of, and most of us love so much both from near present times as well as the endlessly rerunning ones from the great wonderful yesteryear. We all know, if that is; we R loyal BOM-BLOG following Morians, or even perhaps the large majority of non-ROWE-Inbetweenians, as me' Morianity does indeed so often refer 2 those of that grouping as, YO BROadcasting----Spectacular SPELLchecker BRO, just what my MEANING IS IN ALL OF THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do we naught, Mizz 1983 Blake? I speak of whenever I say something and it has 2 do with anything on television or in any way entertainment-world connected, and suddenly, POOF, the thing instantly goes away, vanishes, disappears, right into the Copperfield-Blaine hat of Wonderland Alice and all of the 'GW'-Aiden children's magical kingdoms. You all know this is real/e, that I am indeed 100% correct, and U simply don't know what 2 make of it. This is sort of a whittle darn quotation from me' now 23 years past, Latengrate mommy, the illustrious Mizz Grace Eastman Mason Mohr. Many peeps have echoed her exact same sentiments as well, using merely slightly varied versions of word choices. If this happened a mere handful of times throughout many years and into the decades of my life, well, I'd B, and 2 quote Sir Jim Burr from my early-adult days here on this Earth-Planet; “The first guy at the gate 2 say 2 all of U”, hey, it's just some bizarre and outlandish string of coincidental nonsense, only we all know that it most definitely ain't, do we naught, Mizz '83-B??? We all know that this happens literally dozens of times annually, and we all know that I can literally do this at will, and anytime that I wish 2. There is a limit of course. They know that I detest, deplore, despise, and loathe numerous television ad-spots. Now those commercials, I could no more make vanish away and disappear into the early morning autumn sunshine like some foggy non Steve King 'mist'; than I could make my futhermucking HUNTINGTON CURSE just go poof-BAM and Chef-Emeril. Still, I know that U all know about this, and this will soon begin 2B harped on just as much and with the same fervent consistent energy that I've been doing recently for a half years time now, on parallel event, my daughter and the family, and those matters. It is time, lads and lassies, for the most part at least, 4 the Mountainpen 2 simply keep trucking here, or as many might say, “Keep movin' this along, YO”!!!!! Well peeps, 2 sort of quote the mighty and great Mister President Tricky-Dick Milhouse Nixon here, “WELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL, I'll do just that, and I-2 AM NO CROOK, all of U asshole employees of the recently established governmental utility programs designed 2 provide a wee tad bit of financial assistance 2 the poor poverty stricken downtrodden, here in good-ole' America, and they and U, say that I am, and call me one, 'welllllll', one of them did anyway, YO PEEPS!!!!!!! No world, I DON'T TEND 2 EVER FORGET MY ENDLESS MISTREATMENTS AND INJUSTICES perpetrated frikkin' against poor innocent pitiful pathetic non-Ronstadt me----Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Unless they're living underneath a futhermucking bridge somewhere folks, nobody IS GODDESSDOG POORER THAN I AM, and 2B accused of being a criminal WELLLLLLLLLLLLLL, that is 'sumptum' I'll naught mucking tolerate, naught under ANY GODDESSDOG CIRCUMSTANCES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO-HA, ME BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

So why do we get up from sleep, and begin to think, and even go to sleep, and keep thinking, taking us in both scenarios, into worlds of physical matter-mass, where ''we'' whatever that really and truly is, is then interacting with and inside of, ''some kind of a world and a reality'' or maybe said better, '' jacked into some GAME''?

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet,

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet,

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet,

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet,

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet,

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet,

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet,

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet,

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet,

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet,

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet,

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet,

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet,

Everyone on this planet who truly wishes 2B 100% real/E as well as 100% totally darn honest with me on things, all these numerous and endless things, will admit that I am making up nothing, nor imagining nothing; so a great HUUUUGE lard-butt-Sir Chester-Frank “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!

Call ten, AT&T; give me a Kelly car break, sheeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!!!!!! I MUST HAVE STEPPED ON SOME POWERFUL TOES WITH SUNDAY'S BLOG INFORMATION, WOW, JESUS EFING' SOULCAST CHRIST ALL MOTHER DUCKING MIGHTY, DOGS!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-WOW, Macy Club.

And then out of nowhere, Darius wanted to come over and do my computer work, like out of the quintessential mind control ops of the GAP-ESS!!!!!!! I type this in from late in 2015.

And U want 2 try convincing the darn Mountainpen that 'SSJKK' is not in real truth, playing some non-Sanders-HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE game with HER CREATION, lads and lassies out there in frikkin' Cyberville? Hey distant Cuzz Donnie-boy, say it willya' PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE, YO, “Will U gimme'; a BRAAAAAAAKE?

ENDocrinologists, and yes sir world, NAUGHT YET THE END OF THIS TRANSMISSION.

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Folks; I am going to only say a few quick things on this very short blog, at least short by Mountainpen-Standards. Here we go:

First people, Lightning Goddess DZA (Diana) was extremely wonderful 2 her little boy last night. After I posted up my blog 'CHAPTER 016', she came closer and was flashing incredible lovely colorful bolts all around my trailer park area. I almost came in my jumpsuit she was so ravishingly beautiful and beyond totally gorgeous. Thank-U so very much 4 visiting with me in my time of great need last night. I was thinking seriously of committing suicide, and am feeling a lot better. It was so long since I saw you and I go through this every off season period of each year. WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS perhaps Mister Spellchecker, BUTTERCHEESE-big ass BUTT-but YO; it is still a big fat resounding and everlasting Sir Chester-Frank “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!

Thank U4 your notice, Sir MacAfee. I am off line so you won't B able 2 scan my system 4 any needed fixes, and I cannot afford the 'half-bill' 2 do it anyway. Naught after all of me' recent numerous frikkin' expenses. I am already averaging a sixty dollar monthly over-budget amount now 4 the past six months straight, and need 2 begin saving a lot of futhermucking doe!!! Again Sir Detective Lenny 'L&O' Briscoe, with the “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”, but let us not confuse my kid back in 1984, playing the real-life role of the mysterious Doctor Carey; or any other days in either of our lives; huh Ronald 'Sandsthroughanhourglass' McDonald, with that other famous now, “I don't know”; huh oh great awesome illustrious © Copyright Office, YO???????????? Well, in any event, only a handful few folks even know what's really getting said when I make statements such as the one above. TEE-HEE-HEE, oh U lovely Mizz L. Munster of April 15, 2001 Easter Sunday's (wild alien-type abduction)—'whatever', Sir Honorable Andrews. Have U seen your ole' pal Sir WESTMONT resident in 1973-1975 time circa, Albert Pileggi? If you ever get around 2 reading any of this, oh great Federal Congressman Honorable Sir and my old pal from 1975-1980; U weelwee do have 2C4 yourself and completely admit that it is beyond unfathomably weird and outlandish how when we take the town of WESTMONT, and RED-COLOR-UNDERLINE the initials of my transdimensional 1997 tune titled, “Wanna' Spend My Time', and then look at what four letters R then left in the town-name of Westmont, what remains can spell the word “TONE”. Every musical note IS IN FACT A TONE, and remember Congressman Sir how in Albert's basement that early summer night in 1975, you were telling me how every word in a musical composition is a note, your exact quote to me, ole' buddy, ole' pal. U can also get a name that sounds awful close 2 a great man talked of in the Holy scriptures, speaking of my Technion Easter Sunday sudden 'abduction' when I quickly lost consciousness 2 the waking world 4 a short time in a mainframe computer room; and just mysteriously found myself at Murray's Soda Shop in Sahasra Dal Kanwal with Lightning and her best girlfriend who was walking with me and teaching me the “proper and correct way to CARRY a surfboard” on that wild and fateful day, the one and only “Enoch”, despite the word actually being ENOT, it is still beyond a close shave, and with or without my father's 1965 magical and or his transdimensional razor, yes, in my WESTMONT APARTMENT, #125-A. Hey, it could B even worse world, YO. It could have been where I lived B4 that in Philadelphia, at the future Lionsgate Films Numeration Scrambled Apartment #. So do it, willya' Chester-Frank, we all need 2C it again, right me' Blogaudians????? “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”.

As 4 my PARALLEL EVENT NIGHTMARE SINCE 1986; all that I have ever asked of anyone, is a wee tad frikkin' bit of open-mindedness. I've suffered through a hellishness that your damn wildest fantasies cannot even dream of on your wildest mode-setting of your minds. My incredible situation began in 1986 and now we are talking about nearly 4 straight decades of thisssssss oh lovely Mizz 1983 ERICA-SNAKESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! Put extremely simply; the parallel event goes like thisssssssssss:

MY ENDLESS ICPE-APE HELL-NIGHTMARE:

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN

Now I never said that this happens every single time.

Some parallel events are weaker and stronger than others, no different than people. Hey, put me next to Muscles Arnie the EX-Cali-Guv and one of us can throw the other one of us right through a wall, right? So Y then would anyone expect all parallel events 2B at the same exact level of strength either? Wake up, great people! A parallel event in a casino roulette game, at best may produce a three out of four win-chance for quite a spell, Sir Jed Clampett of 90210 and allberries and all musical synthesizers. But there R much stronger parallel events, such as Mark Wayne Mohr and Wall Street. The directionality does not matter, a parallel is a parallel, however its truth is falling into mortal realm reality. Now R there still stronger parallel events, so that I can really prove here that thisssssss is by no means one wee small bit of Irish nonsense, or any kind of utter idiocy and moron-foolishness? Take a parallel event that I will promise you has a strength level of somewhere between 99-100%. Event A: Walk into a tough biker bar and wait 4 the crowd 2B all juiced up on strong alky. Then yell out, “All bikers R nothing but scummy cowardly butt-whole fagot fems whose mothers R total maggot defecation”. Parallel-Event-B: Getting your head bashed up like a junkyard car entering into a smasher unit. Then I'll give U a stronger one still, a total 100% parallel event. Ex-1----A---you R born on the planet Earth as any human being. PE-B---U will DIE someday. Ex-2----U fall off of a high mountain cliff onto extremely jagged rocks a long way down below U. PE-B---U will die within the minute. These R2 powerful PARALLEL EVENTS, A2B. But roulette can indeed develop some strong PE's as well, just nowhere as strong as stuff like those 2 examples, or almost as strong ones such as Wall Street VS Mark Wayne Mohr. Hey, U do not need 2B a genius 2 understand what a parallel-event truly is, folks. And on top of that, U don't need 2B a really cute little baby in order 2 understand that all things, including PE-technology, in the wrong hands of evil humans, can be deadly dangerous and totally disastrous, as once they find out there is a real thing that really can do this magic straight out of shows like GW and Bewitched; POW-BAM, Sir Chef Emeril Sir, what is 2 stop people who know that they can get away with doing this and make out like kings and emperors with no one to ever answer 2. Does Donald John Trump ever really answer 4 any of his heinous crimes? Just look at the situation here, and then go ahead. If I am wrong about that, and U can show me this,;then drop me a comment or a call, I'll frikkin' listen. I'm open minded, YO BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh baby-baby Uncle Billy, gee-what is thisssssss?

Folks; I'm going to make something plain and clear to all of you if it is the last thing that I ever do as a human being of this miserable rotten planet, so help me GODDESS!!!!!!!!! First and foremost, and speaking of “GODDESS” here'dahelda and yesssssirrrrrr SPELLCHECKER, “HERE”:

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.

NEXT, I AM GOING TO TELL YOU JUST A WEE TAD BIT MORE NOW ABOUT THINGS CONCERNING THE MISUSE OF A POWERFUL ASTRAL-PLANE TECHNOLOGY THAT MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR AND HIS MORIANITY, LABELS AND NAMES, “PARALLEL EVENT” AS WELL AS INTENTIONALLY MISUSING IT AND INJURING INOCENT PERSONS SUCH AS MYSELF, IN THIS VERY HELLISH PROCESS. This is indeed a very old Morianity topic, BUTTERCHEESE and BUTTTTTTTTT-big ass BUTT and yes, but; every so often it does in fact need a refresher course to be reviewed by me. I have absolutely no personal thing 2 gain or 2 lose by what happens with the DJIA STOCK MARKET, nor who wins or loses in Philadelphia in those two professional sports teams, the Phillies and the Flyers, and this, IPY all!!!!!!!!! However, ever since my nightmares with this all began rearing their beyond ugly head with my life in the year of 1986 and producing this unfathomable death siege persecution and harassment and the total eventual destruction of my entire life; well, that is indeed something that nobody would ever wish for in their lives. Folks, Mister freaking Mountainpen is absolutely NO EXCEPTION. YYYYYY would anybody wish to suddenly be cast into some fiery hell on Earth?????? I have told and made the entire ugly story clear and on the record-official for decades now, in musical projects, on blogging works, and quite vociferously as well with my endless motormouth rantings for as long as anyone is ever willing to listen to me. The ADA Mister Wirtz who I've been discussing frequently on these recent blogs told me once when I was doing something that is no longer legal nor acceptable and I've learned long ago that one must change with the times, OR ELSE!!!!!! But he told me, “Mark, you get your point across”. Even back then, I was trying to tell the world how I was being abused and endlessly harassed to death by powerful people under the control of some powerful and quite invisible forces who all became of one mind and absolutely hellbent on my total and complete destruction and obliteration. I showed how the whole darn thing began in 1986 at the NEW JERSEY CASINOS with my applying this parallel event stuff to the game of roulette that is offered in these gaming houses, and how it led me into some major wild hellish troubles. One day over at TRUMP'S CASTLE CASINO in the middle summer time somewhere in 1986, I was asked to go to the Casino Control Commission booth there as every gaming house has a CCC station within it, and was then asked just what system I am using to play the game. In total innocence I replied, “Parallel-Event”, and told them just a quick example of how it works, just as I've told on these blogs over and over again. It was right after that very day that this aerial siege began, and later on as time went by and years passed, it was not long at all before I was being also persecuted by mysterious malfunctions in my body with weird heart rhythms and bowel dysfunctions being their two major attacks on me physically. Also, electronic and utility assaults began, and all of the many other listed items discussed on these 17+ years of my blogs. All powerful systems and structures stick together just as the old saying proclaims that “money comes to money” and any doubter to that fact is a quintessential fool, despite the Lord's warning concerning the great MILLIONTH-COUNCIL in the Holy scriptures!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now last night as all of my Blogaudians out here know perfectly well, I WAS ASSAULTED WITH A MAJOR UTILITY HIT ON MY LANDLINE TELEPHONE AND LIGHTNING COMMUNICATOR DEVICE SYSTEM THAT IS ATTACHED TO IT; occurring at exactly the time that matches the digital date of my daughter. Any major attack on me late at night, normally being either NOISE, UTILITY, HEALTH & BODY, or MAGICAL NEGATIVE INFLUENCING OF PEEPS AROUND ME CAUSING ME MISERY AND SUFFERING IN SOME MAJOR WAY; these are the normal persecuting tools that the SPAMM-ENEMIES use on me late at night, and this causes a powerful frikkin' PARALLEL EVENT TO HAPPEN on the following day's DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGE STOCK MARKET system, known by all and any stock traders as a BULL RALLY or prices climbing WAY UP ON THE DAY!!!!!!!!!! Well peeps; TODAY WAS NO DIFFERENT AT ALL. Nothing has altered in this nightmare with me for more than three dozen solid years now. I have absolutely nothing against the stock market, and I will reiterate this and say this forever if I am forced to. I am only against the very same thing that anyone of you out there would be against as well, SHOULD IT BE HAPPENING TO ANYONE OF YOU OR ANYONE WHOM YOU CARE ABOUT AND LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Folks, darn it, I said it before and I will say it again, I CAN PROVE THAT THIS IS ALL REAL AS WELL AS ILLEGALLY HAPPENING TO ME, BEING DONE AND CARRIED OUT BY EXTREMELY POWERFUL AND TOTALLY EVIL AND DEMONIC FORCES. I've pasted it in time and time again, and I'll go right on pasting or CAPPING this into my Morianity, as it is the very heart and even the darn soul of this 'Morrisette' SpellchECKER MORIANITY, oh all you lovely 'kidnapped GODDESSES out there', YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME GASH-DOG BROADCASTED 'SPELLchECKER' BRO, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As 4 my PARALLEL EVENT NIGHTMARE SINCE 1986; all that I have ever asked of anyone, is a wee tad frikkin' bit of open-mindedness. I've suffered through a hellishness that your damn wildest fantasies cannot even dream of on your wildest mode-setting of your minds. My incredible situation began in 1986 and now we are talking about nearly 4 straight decades of thisssssss oh lovely Mizz 1983 ERICA-SNAKESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! Put extremely simply; the parallel event goes like thisssssssssss:

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN

Now I never said that this happens every single time. Out of the 12 possible tracked roulette game bi-parameter groupings such as red-odd, black-even, odd-high, black-low, etcetera; even if one of them begins to develop a monster muscle parallel event such as after every BLACK & EVEN number outcome on the roulette wheel, the following spin's tri-parameter comes out with only four HIGH numbers of between 19-36, but a whopping forty-seven LOW numbers follow on the next spin of the wheel, this still doesn't mean you have a 100% chance to win, but you will have at least 3:4 chance should you be lucky enough to have one of your bi-parameters begin to develop that powerful of a parallel event, I assure you all. Same thing with the parallel event ever since the darn early nineteen-eighties with the DJIA-stock market and Mark Wayne Mohr, where they run in opposite directions of me up and they down and me down and they up, along with the subset parallel of those two Philadelphia sports teams, as shown above in RED and GREEN colored outcomes. The 'LONGER, the STRONGER', when It comes to ANY PARALLEL-EVENT situation, of anything THAT's being measured in our material life; oh lovely Amy Cooley-1972, future show closing draperies or naught, Mizz Blake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! While I was typing all of this out peeps, LIGHTNING came around for a quick little visit to see her little boy. I love you so very much, BABY-BLOND, and tell my Latengrate Uncle Heinz-G please, naught to subtract the decibel sound rating letters to my love-name for you, PWEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

How many mucking Hyper-Space-Me's, do we all have; Walter Disney, me' ole' fellow paramedic of those old cowardly World War II days??????????? How that “spurious Mister Dave C. Roth” seemed 2 know so very much about so many 'entertainment world related' items, and how I'll endlessly recall the great ADA who was helping 2 work on my enemy-problems in the early 1990's, Sir Ron Wirtz Senior, told me one day that it was beyond spurious about Dave, all the junk he knew that no ordinary person had any way of knowing, and how he had literally a darn ton of personal letter correspondence from dozens of hot-100 female AA artists, one in particular being Michael Jackson's sister Rebe. But I wish 2 now speak of another thing that I'll begin by quoting from this wonderful and cool ADA from the great illustrious CAMDEN COUNTY, NEW JERSEY PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE. So far I've quoted several of his powerful advice-bites if you will, made 2 me either over a telephone or in person from the years of 1991-1995.

Okay, now the SPAMM-enemies R really truly asking 4 a major INFORMATION-EXPOSURE-COUNTERSTRIKE by the Mountainpen! None of U most likely will believe thisssssssss, BUTTTTTTTTT, big ass BUTT, and 'but people'; at precisely 3:27 A.M. AGAIN, and two early goddessdog moUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning's in a frikkin' row now; I was hit with a MAJOR UTILITY ASSAULT in violation of my CIVIL, HUMAN, AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS. I was speaking to LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA Z.A., and POW-BAM, and without one tiny wee morsel bit of great tasting food, cooked and prepared by the great and illustrious Sir Chef Emeril; suddenly the attack on me began, totally unprovoked of course, as R all of my enemy assaults for coming up now on four solid futhermucking decades of time, YO!!!!!!!!! As stated at the beginning of the paragraph, the odds that two major ELECTRONIC-UTILITY ASSAULTS BACK 2 BACK, ONE DAY AFTER ANOTHER, AND AT PRECISELY 3:27 A.M., would B somewhere in the neighborhood of many dozens of millions to one against merely randomly occurring 2 me, or any of U as well. But folks, this did in fact happen 2 me, and just as literally several THOUSAND other similar and absolutely HUUUUUUUUGE things have happened 2 me as well, throughout the previous nightmare mucking years since this all started 4 me; oh lovely Mizz Sabrina Stuart of DARK SHADOWS, ever since this AUGUST OF 1986 DEAL ALL WENT NON-JOE SIVO-1980 DOWN, YO YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How many mucking Hyper-Space-Me's, do we all have; Walter Disney, me' ole' fellow paramedic of those old cowardly World War II days??????????? How that “spurious Mister Dave C. Roth” seemed 2 know so very much about so many 'entertainment world related' items, and how I'll endlessly recall the great ADA who was helping 2 work on my enemy-problems in the early 1990's, Sir Ron Wirtz Senior, told me one day that it was beyond spurious about Dave, all the junk he knew that no ordinary person had any way of knowing, and how he had literally a darn ton of personal letter correspondence from dozens of hot-100 female AA artists, one in particular being Michael Jackson's sister Rebe. But I wish 2 now speak of another thing that I'll begin by quoting from this wonderful and cool ADA from the great illustrious CAMDEN COUNTY, NEW JERSEY PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE. So far I've quoted several of his powerful advice-bites if you will, made 2 me either over a telephone or in person from the years of 1991-1995. I've blogged several of them on at least several different occasions for my wonderful great Blogaudianship. The bit about testing my enemies and thus causing them 2 always give me a reaction. The bit about seeing something in front of me while driving my car, and realizing that this is a distraction many times and that I need 2B looking into my rear view mirror rather than at the aerial crapola in front of me. Then the deal about Dave Roth, and his ability 2 know so much and B in a wild off the wall personal contact with a dozen or more top music 100 Billboard chart artists. Even the spurious way that we seemed 2 meet up originally as two security guards both working in different capacities for a department store called CALDOR, late in the year of 1985. Another thing spoken 2 me by him was that, “All of my answers pertaining 2 my SARAH-WOES can B found in a place called Carlisle, Pennsylvania”. But I never yet blogged a powerful thing regarding when internet was just coming into its own and starting 2B used by a few average folks who were not part of any laboratory or banking system or governmental agency, and things along this line that were all the original internet and existed all the way even in the latter days of the 1960's. This great ADA told me that he was in communication with a bunch of what today and now, I will descramble his choice of verbiage, calling them black-hat-hackers, and original 'flamers' of the internet, many who stayed onboard 2 become the hackers of black-hat quality in today's powerhouse online community, and may or may not B a part of my enemies, the now recently renamed by Morianity, 'SPAMM'! LSS peeps, he was sharing what today we call 'emojees' and no, I don't know how it is spelled and trucking dumb-ass SpellCHECKER HELLWRECKER doesn't offer me one wee bit of help, so read it and know that it's spelled as it would B pronounced, like the word 'emotion' only ending in 'GEE', and not 'SHUN'. Yes he told me that a code of these emojee things were used between them and him, and he was able 2 get a discussion going with them about me, and learned that they are what I now call, the SPAMM. This of course ended up going absolutely nowhere, other than 4 showing me that this soon 2 come computerized digitized age of hellishness is indeed and was, all a great big totally HUUUUUUUUGE part of this nightmare hell in my tormented life!!!!!!!! There R other things 2 tell U all concerning this. I did not do this earlier 4 the simple reason that I normally try and wait 4 peeps to expire (die) B4 saying stuff that might cause unpleasant things or feelings of personal embarrassment, unless of course, I feel that they R becoming a part of what is hurting me and wiping me out, thus ending any loyalty from me whatsoever.

Folks, here is another really powerful thing that I have opened up in small ways throughout these long-winded 17+ years of my blogging project, and right now; I am going to begin expounding upon a few of these connected items, that is, connected 2 my life of being trapped hopelessly in some unspeakable pure unadulterated HELL. My mom's statement 2 me, after she was brought back from death in the Kennedy Hospital of Stratford, New Jersey, in late December of 1997; went exactly as this following quotation here. “Mark, U shouldn't be here. It was some huge cosmic mistake, an accident, U shouldn't even have 2B here suffering in all of this”. This was her exact first words. No clearing of a throat, no asking for a drink of water, 'no nothing', to quote lovely 1983 Mizz Diana Ross. I swear this on my hellishness, on the blood of my Savior Jesus Christ, on my country and flag, on my love and devotion and total loyalty 2 my GOD (Goddess SSJKK), and I swear it on Morianity and pray 2 every powerful force in all of creation that if that quotation and event is in anyway a lie, I wish to endlessly suffer and burn forever, and rot away in DOGTOWN, AKA HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Folks this has a lot of MEANING, as it's part of a much huger and more powerful truth, involving my inconceivable search and quest 2 locate the great Almighty PINK GODDESS back in those middle 1990's times, as well as other extremely closely related things going on with me in my life in those times of 1994-1998. No one blog, or even days and weeks of continual typing of this horrendous message from HELL ITSEF, could ever hope in the smallest wee tiny way, to properly express the great incredible total truths that R involved in all of these wild unfathomable things on this Mountainpen's Morianity blogging-project, THE BOM!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, there R a few things that need 2B spoken after major assaults R done 2 me, me' kind folks out there in Cyberville, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will B getting into a lot of things this week, unless things begin 2 start abating, and normally when major utility assaults on me begin, it becomes a major “LAW & ORDER”--TELEVISION SHOW CHARACTER QUOTATION NAMED, MISTER ANDERTON, and pal of the fictional show's Manhattan District Attorney's Office, Sir Honorable Adam Schiff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He said thisssssssssssssssssssssssss exact thing where some distant cousin of mine plays a role in the episode as a firebug nutty kid, and Mister Anderton's grandson; “When it starts, IT STARTS, it never stops”. Any loyal L&O show fan knows exactly what is being referred 2 here, YO BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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 early Monday, and this thirteenth day in March, of the year of 2023, and who have struck me early this morning with DEATH BOWEL ATTACK CUBAN WEAPONRY, AND A MAJOR UTILITY ASSAULT AND ATTACK ON MY LANDLINE TELEPHONE SYSTEM AND LIGHTNING COMMUNICATION SYSTEM; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. 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, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND

S--------T--------O--------P.

THE DEATH ANGEL HAS BEEN ON ME ALL WEEKEND LIKE ALL GET OUT!!!!!!!!!

TIME: 5:02 A.M. Eastern-daylight-time-USA.

END TRANSMISSION.

OH POOR WHITTLE ME, FOLKS.

BYE-BYE all, 4 now, C Y’ALL LATER ON FOLKS, WHAAAAAA ELMER FWUDD!!!!!

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Monday, September 29, 2008

REPENT 4 YOUR SHELLFISH BLASPHEMY

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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!!!!

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I am not legally permitted to say what I want to say, and it all fits together in wild ways, causing me to wake up a short while back today, and cry and ball like a little pathetic baby. When I am allowed to tell it all in about three weeks and after I thoroughly check out that I am, and that's all that I can say now about this, then I will CAP this page into a blog from up then in the near future, and then from there, I'll proceed to tell a major story. I am allowed to say this much. After I left where I was in the early evening yesterday, and began walking to the railroad tracks where I had parked my car in a township parking garage, yo, I was troll-kidnapped in a matter of speaking. It lasted about a quarter of an hour and there was nothing that I could do about it except for sweltering in a hot suit jacket in a feels like 105 temperature, sweating my testicles off, and waiting for a stuck-train to get out of my way and allowing me to pass so that I could get to my car. There was absolutely no way to get across since the train was just sitting there, hundreds of cars long, blocking the way. WOW what a lovely day I had yesterday, perhaps calling it somewhere between super botbar, botbar on steroids, and super botbar on super steroids, would come close to being accurate as well as appropriate. Lots of memories from my past hellishness came flooding back as a result of where I was and what was being spoken, and again, until early September somewhere or maybe not until the middle of it, I CANNOT TELL ANY MORE ABOUT THIS, not and stay on this side of prison bars. Another WOW and another WEEEEEEEEEEE, huh, lovely Oprah Winfrey, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!

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As you know, my stupid 2010 Walmart Desk-top cum-puke-her REFUSES 2 EVER ALLOW A SAVINGS TIME SETTING, so if I look at the time on it during savings time parts each year, and if I forget 2 add an hour 2 the display on the screen-monitor; then I am an hour slow when I give a time. My ROKU-TV totally sucks. I do naught plan 2 remain with thisssssss crappy junky thing. It will bring my COMCAST CABLE bill back to the 170 dollar amount again as opposed 2 right now between the landline phone, the cheap internet and the mobile service all combined and totaled minus the thirty dollar government plan that won't B in place forever anyway, and I am paying a monthly fee of approximately $65.00. Peeps, 4 an additional 100 bucks, I will B getting all of my goddessdog channels back, and I HATE STREAMING, it is nothing but annoying trucking total ass GARBAGE, as far as I'm frikkin' concerned, YO folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've had it. This streaming junk is all politically controlled on the side of the grand old party and AKA the garbage-on-puke, by the MOUNTAINPEN; it freezes a lot, quits working properly over and over until resetting itself, is unreliable and undependable, is more involved with my SPAMM-ENEMIES straight from beyond the gates of DOGTOWN and the DOGTOWN BRIDGE on the ASTRAL PLANE (timeless purgatory), and the biggest frikkin' kicker of all, it is nearly impossible 4 me 2 receive any decent news service that I can reasonably depend on. Hey, sports can interfere with news especially on weekends even with CABLE-CHANNELS, BUTTTTTTTT, 'BUTterCHEESE', and big-ass BUTT but folks; it beats the DOGTOWN (HELL) out of the streaming and ROKU garbage on puke!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will B switching back most likely around the beginning of next month (APRIL-2023), as I've futhermucking HAD IT, YO BRO!!!!!!!!

The nightmares that I experienced when I went 2 sleep today at around nine or so this moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning peeps, were monstrous, horrendous, and beyond Dogtownish times ten 2 the mathematical exponent of ten-million. I again was living back in my apartment at 1802 ROBIN HILL, at 4^th and Preston Streets in Voorhees Township, in New Jersey-USA-ESMWG. In the waking world, I lived there from the 1^st day in May of 1980 at half past one in the morning, when I drove home from the recording studio laboratory job at Recorded Publications at 1100 State Street and 1558 Pierce Avenue, in the illustrious Camden, NJUSAESMWG; and I moved out of there 2 escape that nightmare mucking evil gal-pal of Mizz Debbie Blondie-Harry, the “PLAYBOY BUNNY”, on the 1^st day in February in the year of 1983, a period of time just exceeding two and one half Earth-annum-periods, or (years). In this dream, an endless swarming invasion of HUUUUUUUUGE cockroaches were all over the entire place, and when I attempted to hit them with either my fist or a shoe or something such as that; it was as if some invisible super annoying force was moving my hand and causing me 2 intentionally miss the target every single goddessdarn time, and annoying the total runt slapping Dogtown out of me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE. But a whole Dogtown of a lot more hellishness was ongoing 4 me in this incredible wild nightmare nocturnal interaction sometime early this afternoon B4 being able 2 wake myself up out of it around half past 2 of the rock chucking clock, peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It involved numerous things, the largest one being the RUDY-1995-DREAM-STUDY SYNDROME, as I've called this at least 2 myself, ever since the middle 1995, while I was residing at the HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS OF WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, NJUSAESMWG. This is back when I first began 2C and fully realize how when we try and analyze our dreaming interactions very seriously, it immediately gains a quantum effect where the very notion of doing this then goes further on into a continually effecting result of ever-new dreaming interactions, such as my discussing on a tape one day in 1995, how time is rarely a significant factor in our dreams, then pow; the Rudy dream of a bright clock with brilliant red LED displays of the time somewhere one evening around a wee bit past seven, came along the very next night 4 me. I have recently on the previous several blogs now, been telling all of my Blogaudians that a PATTERN HAS LONG BEEN ESTABLISHED IN MY DREAMS that pertain 2 peeps in my dreams, discussing their careers, not directly 2 me, however within my clear earshot, 2 other folks, and twice just since the year of 2008 now, the folks were the press/pops reporting entertainment-news, and the person in both those cases happened 2B my own Mz. Hollister HH offspring with one time being musically pertinent, and the one from just a few days back now in present 2023 times, involved a movie career. Now comes last night's wild experience where this lovely young lady about age twenty-eight years give or take a couple, and whom I do in fact know of from waking world reality, Mizz Carolyn Stoddard; and whose name escapes me, but I think she played a part in one of the 'Law & Order' television shows that were made back sometime early this century. Suddenly I became aware that she was from the DA's Office, like Mister Wirtz Senior was, and this thing whatever it was all appeared 2B involving Mister James Burr. I remember quite distinctly thinking 2 myself in this wild dream that at any second, she will begin 2 go into lots of details about her law career, as I was just discussing this topic from somewhere but since it was in the waking world, my dreaming-doppelganger (double) was unable 2 successfully pull that part of the information up. She not only never did what I expected her 2 do however, but she refused 2 even say so much as one single word in the entire experience. All she did was knock at my door of the apartment, enter into the small foyer area, and stare at me with a blank expression on her face as I continued 2 ask her one question after another. This dream does go on a while, but the entire thing was very nightmarish despite my telling it so far in story form exactly as it actually did happen 2 me, and most likely because emotions that I was experiencing due 2 past history and very unpleasant similar events that happened 2 me in my life, were what made the nightmare so hellish, and not just the events but my emotional reactions 2 them. Now folks, just Y does the dream-realm seem 2 have a most definite quantum effect as what I've now described, U may B wondering? Well, isn't the answer really quite simple after remembering that Morianity now sees the DREAMWORLD 2B what it TRULY IS, THE SPEED OF LIGHT TIMES THE SPEED OF LIGHT, and AKA by Trekkers (Star Trek fans), WARP-10. The mathematical equation is a C followed by a small raised #2, the C stands for CONSTANT, as the velocity of the photon or LIGHT is scientifically known as the constant, and multiplying it by itself is the same thing as 'squaring it'. We will of course go right on delving deeper and deeper into all of this, as more and more blogs follow onward. 4 right now, we R gonna' end thisssssss!!!!!!

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Now I am going 2 vely quickly just say this one wee thing, Bob McDowell ole' 1972 Cooley Hall pal, and all other great Blogaudians out there in Cyberville: I do a lot of trial and error things as I have yet after 17.2 years of blogging, found in 'real life' one other blogger. There simply is nobody 2 ask or talk 2 about how 2 properly work things. 4 a short time, one lady at my local library was able 2 do a few things 2 improve my blog, and as soon as I started home-blogging, right away I noticed that I have LOST MY LARGER PRINT that I like 2 have displayed on my blogs. If only 4 my own self with very poor eyesight, I like 2B able 2 easily C and read me' words, YO, and everyone else seems 2 enjoy reading crappy crumby tiny rotten font-print on the entire internet, and 4 reasons that totally elude and escape the poor ole' freaking MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I try everything, print size, font type, even my old trick of pasting the few things that do show up at BDC in large size back 2 my word dock page and then just going into the middle of it and start typing, later on deleting out the old beginning and then going on from there, but rarely if ever does anything work 4 me that allows me a nice big-word printing on the BLOGGER DOT COM (BDC) WEBPAGE!!!!!!!!!

I have had a lot of trouble on these blogs, and with posting them up to the 'BDC' web-site, in various ways and 4 quite some time now folks. Most likely this will post up in the same rotten tiny print. I am eventually going 2 find a professional blogger 2 show me what I need 2 do if I have 2 spend a lot of my $$$$$$$ advertising in a newspaper 4 help.

[ 12 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.	PAu002506106	2000
[ 13 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Saga of song writer Mark Mud.	PAu000501582	1983
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What's wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.

PAu003351785

2007

YEAH, MARK AND SARAH AREN'T THE ONLY TWO THAT KNOW THE DICTION, RIGHT WALMART? SUDDENLY I BEGAN SEEING ALL KINDS OF NIGHTMARES, WAY AFTER 1970 HAD ENDED, HUH FCC OLD PAL, BOB COOLEY WORMHOLE MCDOWELL? WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-AND SUPER HYPER-TIME-WOW, MISTER MACY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WO LOVELY CERIAL AD-SPOT GIRL, WO!

'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

WO LOVELY CERIAL AD-SPOT GIRL, WO!

'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

WO LOVELY CERIAL AD-SPOT GIRL, WO!

'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

WO LOVELY CERIAL AD-SPOT GIRL, WO!

'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

WO LOVELY CERIAL AD-SPOT GIRL, WO!

'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

Oh boy oh boy oh boy, Uncle Billy. Thisssssssssssssssssssssssss is totally frikkin' WEEEEEEEEEEDEEEEEKAWUSS!!!!!

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.

PAu003351785

2007

WOW did this get me into trouble, naught once but frikkin' TWICE. First when I was STOPPED from titling the musical project the SORIAN-18 GUARDHOUSE, and then again just last year in 2022 and 15 years later since the thing was copyrighted © when the HALLS FAWCES did all they could 2 get me thrown off of the BLOGGER DOT COM WEBSITE AND YES SIR SPELLCHECKER, COMmacassi PILOTS, HYPERspace TRANsdimensional DAUGHTERS, ALL NAUGHT WITHSTANDING HERE, PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

FORGET STAIRS, CATS, CARS, AND CHASES, or greenlines from 2011 Youtube pages!!!!!!!

1967-1967-1967-1967-1967-1967.

'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

FORGET STAIRS, CATS, CARS, AND CHASES, or greenlines from 2011 Youtube pages!!!!!!!

1967-1967-1967-1967-1967-1967.

'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

FORGET STAIRS, CATS, CARS, AND CHASES, or greenlines from 2011 Youtube pages!!!!!!!

1967-1967-1967-1967-1967-1967.

'I'M JUST LAYING HERE'dahelda AND HERE!

FORGET STAIRS, CATS, CARS, AND CHASES, or greenlines from 2011 Youtube pages!!!!!!!

1967-1967-1967-1967-1967-1967.

1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!

1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!

1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!

1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!

1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!

1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!

1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!

1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!

1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!

1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!

1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!

1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!

1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!

1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!

1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!

1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!

1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!

1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!

1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!

1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!

BYE-BYE all, 4 now, C Y’ALL LATER ON FOLKS, WHAAAAAA ELMER FWUDD!!!!!

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Monday, September 29, 2008

REPENT 4 YOUR SHELLFISH BLASPHEMY

‘REPENT 4 YOUR SHELLFISH BLASPHEMY’
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/WEBCAM/MORPRO-1995
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The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Tuesday, January 31, 2023

BTAT--CHAPTER 0019

BTAT-CHAPTER 0019

Tuesday, January 31, 2023

Blog start time: twenty past one P.M.

January of 2023 has been a nightmare on steroids and I doubt that devil year of two divided by three written as 2/3 and 23 as in 2023 this year, has lived up to its full potential SAFET stuff with nothing whatsoever left out and missed. The present day and yesterday were a major back off from the entire January-all-out-firestorm on Mountainpen by the MISOE, but I am still on major full scale RED ALERT times thirty seven septillion to the exponent power of thirteen hundred million. I will not forget this month of 1-23, Diana-lightning-Privecode coded or naught, lovely Mizz AT&T BLAKE, mahm!!!!!!!!

FOLKS, THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Blood type--A neg. & Eye color--green-hazel

MOUNTAINPEN DUDE IS SAYING THIS TO YOU:

With no help from Disney, nor any goddamn thrills, or joys, of fifth grade classmates named Deborah T. Just wait 'till late 2022!!!!

MORIANITY IS SAYING THIS TO YOU:

MORIANITY IS SAYING THIS TO YOU:

MORIANITY IS SAYING THIS TO YOU:

MORIANITY IS SAYING THIS TO YOU:

END TRANSMISSIOM.

I BEGIN THIS TRANSMISSIOM here in Fort Pierce, FL-USA, on Sunday, March 12, 2023

There R many things in my life as well as yours, that have little 2 no rational logic behind them, and especially as we go deeper into the other parts of ourselves, that Morianity has labeled the 'Toby-Couch' deep 5-D hyperspace. But without going into researching all of the numerous Y's to our strange dreaming circumstances folks, I am going 2 examine and explore something with my own perhaps unique and perhaps naught so much; patterns, that involve the numerous interdimensional characters that I have seemingly been interacting with in my slumbers since just the middle nineteen-nineties, and coming up now on approximately three decades of chronological human existence. B4 doing this, allow me first please 2 get just a wee bit into three various types or ways in which this analysis naught only can B done, but also, the three groups of people doing this. I'll begin with those three groups. First there were the biblical prophets, and those who penned the Christian Holy Words (BIBLE), and yes, I screwed up AGAIN, as I do so darn often, in a recent blog; saying dreams and prophecies mentioned in the bible, and saying NEW Testament rather than OLD, as it should have been said-typed, and which of course is correct. Prophecy through dreaming (TOSE) in BIBLICAL terminologies, would B the first of these three groups. The second group would B the psychoanalyzing of our dreams and based for the very most part on Freudian psychology, as well as similar 2 Freudian type of analysis. Finally, the 3^rd TOSE and grouping of folks who R using this, would be MORIANITY, and believing the basic premises and doctrines taught in Morianity of “nothing ever just simply happens, nor 4 meaningless purposes, and also nothing of neutrality ever exists on this physical plane of human waking world so-called life of decoded waves and particles via having an electrified-active human brain”. In other words, nothing positive and good just comes because of our so-called good human natures, but rather due to a good (angelic) cosmic force from the Purgatory, having its effects upon us, and concentrically; nothing negative and bad just comes because of our so-called evil human natures, but rather due to an evil (demonic) cosmic force from the Purgatory, also having its effects upon us. This is sort of the basic as well as summed-up if you will, belief systems and doctrines of my MORIANITY, should it truly ever become a recognized Earthly-religious system in this 3^rd Millennium. As with all things on my BOM-BLOGS, I can spout off on what I've merely now opened up, 4 days and days B4 coming 2 a proper concluded rant and speech here peeps; but I will wrap up 4 right now so that I can get back to my current topic of patterns 2 my dreams in so far as the characters within them, and providing I don't get the lovely “Dark Shadows” fictional Character too excited here, with gorgeous Mizz Nancy Barrett playing the part of that awesome blond, Carolyn Stoddard. That statement on that great 60's television soap-show, made by her, while talking about dreams to the dude named “Adam”, the Frankensteinian created man from a laboratory experiment, and where she said 2 him that in our dreams, the dream-characters do not know we R dreaming about them, and cannot relate 2 our dreams; and she also said 2 him how sometimes we R dreaming with people who we know from our waking world lives, while other times, we R with people whom we do naught know, oh lovely Mizz AT&T 1983 BLAKE! All of this must B carefully taken into consideration B4-I truly can get into my topic at hand 4 this blog today. Now, it is time 4 me 2 proceed onward here, and I want 2 get into my most recent dream in a parallel world Atlantic City, where I was at the King Parking Lot 4 the casino bus tour buses 2 park in, owned by the latengrate Mister John King; and who I jokingly refer 2 as having the mythical middle name of either Romano, or Hose, and recently as 'Romanohose'. The reason should B totally obvious 2 any loyal Morian, and follower of these numerous BOM-BLOGS, that have now been an ongoing project 4 just over 17 and one sixth years of human realm chronological planetary solar revolutions, and AKA years or annums. The reason and yes, the MEANING OF all of thisssssssssssssss is really quite simple and totally obvious, staring anyone with half a brain cell above their throats, right in the face like a gorgeous naked lady standing in front of a horny teenaged boy. It is JUST THAT SIMPLE, and 4 those unable to properly process it, I will discuss it nice and simple, bit by bit; 2B sure that you all get it, naught just great musician dad's, all of them everywhere; only in this particular case, I refer 2 the man in the “Ghost Whisperer” television show's 2^nd season and 7^th episode, if my memory is operating half accurately here. Yes, speaking of memory; I now realize that it was naught called the Cressmont Shopping Center, that houses that casino bus-tour delicatessen place called “Herman's Deli”, and it is something more along the lines Woodcrest, as that may B the correct name. It seems that I'd forgotten its exact name, sorry folks. It is that shopping center that is right there on Route 561, just east of the 295 highway, and where the Comcast Cable Company is or at least was, while I was living in my '20^th century New Jersey' days. The cable place was just north, and down a sharp embankment from the Route-561 road, and was total hell 2 get in and out of during any times of heavy major traffic. I made a big deal out of this place because of so many COINCIDENTAL things. Comcast being right there a couple stones throw from Herman's Deli, that is if U happen 2B a top baseball playing pitcher, like that 1987 dude that lightning in her human form was dating. Then, we have those weird numerous McFly-Auto-circuit insertions being placed into my Pontiac Bonneville, every time I would park there 4 several hours at night 2 go on a casino bus tour. Then we have my mom and her famous walk when we were living back in Somerdale late in the year of 1997, where she is telling me about her walk, and some experiences while on her walk; and then she just suddenly said 2 me, right in the middle of telling me stuff from the waking world; “And then I dreamed”, and then so on and so forth. She continued on from there until I just flipped out and totally blew up, in a royal fit of total non 'Richard-Karpf-anger'. And peeps, 4 those of U that may have forgotten how 'COMCAST' fits into so many things with me, we can take the wild solid decade of persecution and total rotten service while living at the PEEHA BUILDING 4 literally a solid darn decade of time, we have that phone number promotion they did shortly after my sending my 29^th MUSICAL © COPYRIGHTED PROJECT, 2 the Copyright Office with the phony-fake harmony track on the title track song titled, “YBCO”, with the 4 digits following the area code, and then 3-digit designation, ending in 14-84, as in my daughter's physical age in the year of 19-84. We then have the really HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE clinker here 2 peeps. Who out here remembers that incredible interaction from back around the time that lovely Mizz 'PILL MILL HATER PAM BONDI', IMHO at least; conspired with my distant cousin Sir DJT; 2 suddenly remove me from my 4Mg of Ativan, or its cheaper generic medication called Lorazepam, that I faithfully had been taking this 28 milligram weekly dosage since the late summer time of the year of 1983, and placed on it by my 'at the time' family physician, the great Doctor Frank Addiego, of Westmont, NJUSAESMWG? While I was typing this previous paragraph about the mighty illustrious ENTERTAINMENT-WORLD-GIANT, Sir COMCAST COMPANY; a major gigantic and super hyper-time HUUUUUUUUGE CUM-PUKE-HER HACK happened. Suddenly an entire row that filled my entire lower screen-monitor with COMCAST dialogue boxes, just poofed on. The word document vanished, and this row of Comcast E-mail Account rectangular boxes popped on. After a minute or so, the entire row all magically futhermucking commingled into one of them, and then it all just finally went off. Nothing was lost on my word-document, and blog; thank the goddessdog GODDESS-PINK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, who out here wishes 2 insist 2 me right here and right now, lovely “L&O”-TV-show Lieutenant Anita VanBuren, that thisssssssssss was just “ANOTHER MERE FRIKKIN” CO-INK-EE-DINK, YO YO YO???? 'or (coincidence)' Now I would tell U that this event occurred at precisely 2:27 in the moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning folks, but in case UR naught ready 4 the MARCUCCI-THAXTON-'1969 MIND BLOW' OF ALL HISTORY, & YOUR ENTIRE LIVES, ME' GWATE WONDERFUL BLOGAUDIANS OUT HERE; as you know, this is now Sunday the 12^th day of March, BUTTTTTTTTTTTT, big ass butt-BUTTERCHEESE STARBURN LAKES in transdimensional Pennsylvania states in the great hyperspace-USA; and speaking of my incredible daughter (PINK GODDESS), was it really 2:27??????? R we naught now in the brand new spring-forward DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME?????????? WOW YO, does this naught 'MEANingless' and mean Sir 'SpellchECKER', that this really happened at precisely 3:27, or my daughter's BD???????????????? WOW-COMCAST, what RU gonna' do 2 the Mountainpen next, YO???????????? Let's try now and get back on 'pernt 'here, Sir Archibald Bunkerqueens!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I truly think that I'll B discussing thisssssssssssssssssss event and referring 2 thisssssssss event 4 a vely vely vely LONG-LING-LANG-HICKEY-HOCKEY TIME NOW FOLKS, and probably for decades 2 come, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO; as this is about as magical as shullbit gets for the goddessdarn Mountainpen, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Okay, back now 2 the pernt, Sir Archie 'AITF-TV-show'-Bunker: Thisssssssssss was my fault folks just as so many times, things indeed R. I had forgotten 2 remove my internet connection plug from the COMCAST-MODEM. WEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester Frank!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOWZER-WOWZER-WO. Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy Uncle Billy and Frank Capra, and all great fantastic transdimensional movies of yesteryear:

And peeps, 4 those of U that may have forgotten how COMCAST fits into so many things with me, we can take-----

And peeps, 4 those of U that may have forgotten how COMCAST fits into so many things with me, we can take-----

And peeps, 4 those of U that may have forgotten how COMCAST fits into so many things with me, we can take-----

And peeps, 4 those of U that may have forgotten how COMCAST fits into so many things with me, we can take-----

And peeps, 4 those of U that may have forgotten how COMCAST fits into so many things with me, we can take-----

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Anyone out here who thinks this is all in my imagination is beyond pathetic themselves 4 being so blind or perhaps better said here, so willfully ignorant!!!!!! Now back 2 my dreams, and yes, this is all leading up to the ROMANOHOSE DREAM of 2008, and typo-error'd or naught, back in recent late-2022 blogs; that horse trough and hose in that 2008 dreaming-interaction all stemmed from what happened in September of 1996 at King's Parking Lot, only naught the one on 10SC Avenue right near the boardwalk and right next door 2 McGuire's BOTBAR-BAR and Pittsburgh Hotel, but the one a couple blocks over 2 the north, for the use of bathers and casino patrons 2 park their cars in, as I did on that fateful freaking ass day, YO BRO! BUTTERCHEESE—BIG ASS BUTT and yes, but peeps; my pernt here is naught concerning these details, but rather how the people from the alternate universes that I am indeed traveling into (dreaming at night), always appear 2B telling me, or peeps standing all around me; lots of things about career-plans, such as twice now, WITH MY DAUGHTER'S doppelganger in the localized transdimensional hyperspace. Many of U may well remember the time that I told U all about that dream that I had in real time back in the summer time somewhere in 2008 and when I was living at the future BONJOVI-Gmail 'joint'; AKA the Mullica Mobile Manor Park, Lot #10. I will get into zillions of things all pertaining 2 just Y-I am starting 2 believe that there is a reason 4 this dream-patterning of people discussing details of their careers, and all within ear shot of me, twice this was my daughter; but if U think that this topic is not expandable, with a whole darn lot of other related dreaming items, then peeps, UR all totally dead-ass wrong, just as perhaps was Mister Cooley Hall's great educator back in 1970 in the middle autumn time, pertaining 2 great “blackboard statement words of Marcucci-wisdom”, Mister David Leigh Smith!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Holy hot vulgar vinegar juice folks, this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEDEEEKAWUSS. Yes sir Mister Mack Camp-Counselor Kaiter from the middle-late nineteen-sixties, it weelwee weelwee is, YO YO YO YO YO-HA-BRAH!! this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS. Yes sir Mister Mack Camp-Counselor Kaiter from the middle-late nineteen-sixties, it weelwee weelwee is, YO YO YO YO YO-HA-BRAH!! this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS. Yes sir Mister Mack Camp-Counselor Kaiter from the middle-late nineteen-sixties, it weelwee weelwee is, YO YO YO YO YO-HA-BRAH!! this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS. Yes sir Mister Mack Camp-Counselor Kaiter from the middle-late nineteen-sixties, it weelwee weelwee is, YO YO YO YO YO-HA-BRAH!! this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS. Yes sir Mister Mack Camp-Counselor Kaiter from the middle-late nineteen-sixties, it weelwee weelwee is, YO YO YO YO YO-HA-BRAH!! this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS. Yes sir Mister Mack Camp-Counselor Kaiter from the middle-late nineteen-sixties, it weelwee weelwee is, YO YO YO YO YO-HA-BRAH!! this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS. Yes sir Mister Mack Camp-Counselor Kaiter from the middle-late nineteen-sixties, it weelwee weelwee is, YO YO YO YO YO-HA-BRAH!! this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS. Yes sir Mister Mack Camp-Counselor Kaiter from the middle-late nineteen-sixties, it weelwee weelwee is, YO YO YO YO YO-HA-BRAH!! This is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS. Yes sir Mister Mack Camp-Counselor Kaiter from the middle-late nineteen-sixties, it weelwee weelwee is, YO YO YO YO YO-HA-BRAH!! this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS. Yes sir Mister Mack Camp-Counselor Kaiter from the middle-late nineteen-sixties, it weelwee weelwee is, YO YO YO YO YO-HA-BRAH!! this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS. Yes sir Mister Mack Camp-Counselor Kaiter from the middle-late nineteen-sixties, it weelwee weelwee is, YO YO YO YO YO-HA-BRAH!! Holy hot vulgar vinegar juice folks, this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS Holy hot vulgar vinegar juice folks, this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS Holy hot vulgar vinegar juice folks, this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS Holy hot vulgar vinegar juice folks, this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS Holy hot vulgar vinegar juice folks, this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS Holy hot vulgar vinegar juice folks, this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS Holy hot vulgar vinegar juice folks, this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS Holy hot vulgar vinegar juice folks, this is totally, absolutely, completely, WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2 MORE MAJOR INCIDENTS FOR THE MOUNTAINPEN 2 REPORT 2 HIS LOYAL FOLLOWING MORIANS, YO:

There was another HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE party in the Community Room last night, with a lot of hollering and noise, and the place was jam packed. At least it broke up early as the previous one did from several weeks back. My ROKU-TV system has been acting up, and running weird, freezing, switching back 2-Homepage during viewings of programs, etcetera, oh great and illustrious FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION (FCC)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As these illegal activities continue happening 2 the pitiful freaking innocent Mountainpen, I'll go right on complaining & reporting these issues and circumstances 2U out there in authority, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

January of 2023 has been a nightmare on steroids and I doubt that devil year of two divided by three written as 2/3 and 23 as in 2023 this year, has lived up to its full potential SAFET stuff with nothing whatsoever left out and missed. The present day and yesterday were a major back off from the entire January-all-out-firestorm on Mountainpen by the MISOE, but I am still on major full scale RED ALERT times thirty seven septillion to the exponent power of thirteen hundred million. I will not forget this month of 1-23, Diana-lightning-Privecode coded or naught, lovely Mizz AT&T BLAKE, mahm!!!!!!!!

Well it is now final and talking about it shouldn’t be able to screw it up at least top much. I learned that I just cannot be a total damn piker, not if I want to do my blogging from home and avoid all the hellish hassles of public blogging, as well as the endless expenses. I would rather pay one large up front lump sum and get it done and out of the way, and so I have. I will get back to this, Mister Jim Power-Punches Rockford. For now, I was almost murdered back last week by the enemies. When they struck me with that monstrous demonic Havana Death-Assault, I got dangerously ill over the past number of days, peaking at my worst on Friday and Saturday, and not over it yet, yet managed to do what must be done in spite of being deathly ill. I never get ill, not ever. This was done to me by this sick diseased MISOE. I now legally attest, affirm, and swear that this was total absolute attempted MURDER. I swear this is the truth and this is a legal accusatory statement made freely by me now online, and anyone who wishes to challenge it or me, well go right ahead. When someone speaks truth, he has no worries from legal court systems. My evil wicked twisted enemies did everything in their power to 100% TOTALLY MURDER MARK WAYNE MOHR THE MOUNTAINPEN, last week, and came very close. On top of their vicious and brutal death beam assault and attack siege on me physically, they used a full all out barrage of pummeling me 24-7 with UTILITY ASSAULTS, AERIAL ASSAULTS, NOISE ASSAULTS, INFLUENCE PEOPLE NEGATIVELY ASSAULTS, and on and on and on and on, it was worse than any other recent time 21^st century death siege that I can remember!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know beyond one small shadow of doubt that the Wall Street and Dow Jones stock market ICPE-APE-post 8-1986 endless hellish junk being applied against me was as always, BEHIND THE ENTIRE DAMN ASS MESS FROM DOGTOWN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO ME’ BRO!!!!!! Now yesterday, poor as I was still feeling, I had to drive back to the Vero Beach Mall on route 60, to the great xfinity-Store in the same shopping plaza where the Best Buy Store was, for two issues; that have been plaguing and dogging me for two plus months now because I attempted to be too much of a goddessdamn piker and save a couple of bills. I had to pay just over 260 smackeroos, but it was worth every penny. Now by this time next week, I will be up and running at home and no more coming to the damn public library. Over, done, fine’, etcetera. Making a long story short, my Galaxy cellphone is very easy for the MISOE to hack whenever they choose to do. They can stop the tones from working and stop me from answering incoming phone calls no matter what I do. Of course when I show a techie what is happening, they do not hack it and so my problems never shows up. I think endlessly of poor little helpless mother fucking David Collins, played by the child actor of the sixties, Mister David Henesy. No one would believe him when he insisted that Cousin Barnabas was going to kill him. It is very hard to watch these type of things on television, as this is “the story of my life”, to quote MY COUSIN. “Oh Donnie, oh-oh Donnie”. Well, in any event, I can type a million words and say nothing at all with the true and full meaning of my nightmare endless hellishness and woe-whiz-me’s from Dogtown. Speaking of Cousin Don, my most distant as I have a total of three Cuzz-Don’s; if things are permitted, Uncle Heinz Gottwald Sir, to keep moving unchecked and the man returns to 18-02 (minus 2-2), it’s over beautiful drop-dead Amy, gorgeous, not said by me however late in 1970 outside Mister Dave Leigh Smith’s classroom. It’s over, it is curtains closing the show time. Please Governor, if for no other reason than to save your nation and the entire world from near extinction, please run against the man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know that if he really needs to, he will threaten to put Merry and CUZZ Leticia together for sure. I believe he really is that insane. If he can’t have the pie, then he will throw it off the balcony. I knew he was dead ass serious when he told me in the park a long long long long time ago that he would someday be the king of the country. I knew it back when I was 6 and he had me buried in a HUUUUUUGE damn pile of leaves. I know he will bring them together if he cannot become the king, I know it as sure as I know I am one sick pup from a beyond HUUUUUUGE DEATH ASSAULT against me last week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He was scared back in middle late OH-9 yes, but now I know that he will do this to gain control over the world. I know because a century ago, I was the crazy insane prick who had a lot of shit happening around me and I allowed myself 2B driven out of my mind. Someone told me a long time ago when I first told the story about that day with the family at the shore, he was just intensely motivated to come and see if you really had gone back into time somehow and managed to bring your kid up the present, as I said folks, the resemblance to MC at her very first concert and yes, I had the Blockbuster videotapes of it back in the early nineties, and it is like looking at the same exact person, and so he wanted to come and see just how I managed to pull this off. Well, if that was the case, why did he orbit his Plaza Hotel in his whirlybird for a straight hour and never land it? Peeps, the dude was pissing his shorts up in that chopper, and was way too scared to even enter his own damn hotel on that day. IPYT!!!! And then comes the ultimate question that we’ve not yet even begun to explore, from back in those very days of magical taking the kids to work times. One day when Trump had completed the construction of that same hotel, I planned to drive down and be one of the first to gamble there, using a fake-chip that was being offered. Only I never arrived there and was mysteriously detoured to a place called the non-Roddenberry Julia White Horse Pike’s Jerry’s Texaco Gasoline station of Blue Berryville, and AKA Hammonton, New Jersey-USA by the locals of the great Delaware Valley. Strange Halls Fawces are happening all around New Jersey, from the FAA Admiral Perry station in magical astral-Pomona of Sarah Krasse’s brother slammed air conditioner non I-Ching trips, air tubes from 2301 penetration machines into hyperspace, and all other magical things pertaining to New Jersey from monsters lurking in forests who I actually saw one night while driving into my job at Griffin Pike, running across Highway #295, to endless huge unidentified flying crafts that you would all call flying saucers. What is happening is the dream world is being accessed by the MISOE-OPERATIVES, and to further prove my point, the entire paragraph being typed now is being re-typed to the best of my ability to recreate it. It just suddenly vanished off the page a moment ago, the entire part in red print. It didn’t vanish during the UFO part, no sir people. It vanished as I was telling about the monster-man who I saw tearing at twice normal runner speed, across a busy six lane interstate highway system of New Jersey. You UFOLOGY-BUFFS think it is all about the aliens and the flying crafts, and it ain’t, to put it simply, and in street ghetto-slang talk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What is being covered up is simple. The dream world or hyperspace, is accessible to any and all of us. It is our ‘other parts’ to the fullness of our souls. All of it combined together, us here as well as there, is the actual complete full selves. Who we are in waking life plus who we are in all of the alternate and other place doubles of ourselves, equals our truer self where it is more complete and whole. In any realm here or there, should one get onto certain truths of what I call Morianity and these teachings, this is when we are at a starting gate where a path then goes on to places far beyond what is even presently fathomable. Even I am not able to summon up a fleet of UFO’s as did somebody in the summer of 1986 at the Red Lion eats joint called “Subs & Swirls”. But B4 any of you will be able to accomplish that feat, I will be able, as I at least am onto the truths. It is the same logic as this following example. Three people are in a room. One knows there is a brief case filled with cash somewhere hidden in the room. One knows nothing of this at all. One knows that it is there and also knows exactly where it is hidden. The one who knows it is there has almost an infinitely better chance to find the cash over the one who is clueless over the entire matter. Still, this is what Morianity uses when relating the topic to the three levels of Exploratronics, and labeling the dreamers (souls) as either Type-1, Type-2, or Type-3 exploratrons. But what is behind the whole deal is not rocket science by any stretch. Type-3-Exploratrons are indeed all amongst us, and SSJKK (Pink Goddess) made me aware of this in a ‘parable-game’ that SHE played with me on Pearl Harbor Day of the year of 1996 when I managed to successfully I-Ching myself into some interaction with this incredible great being. I threw the Hexagram of Deliverance, stared at it, suddenly fell off to sleep at the foot of my bed at my Somerdale death house in my bedroom just past midnight, and suddenly experienced this wild interaction with this incredible goddess. She made me become aware despite it taking me a couple of decades of mortal world time to begin accurately decoding the great reflections of the situation, and now I know that the guests such as Mizz Mary Tyler Moore on the great Trinidad/Trinity balcony in her green dress, was indeed not just a guest there for me to guess and wonder about, but how do things really fit. We can begin with a zillion connected bits and pieces just from her show from 1970, the birth year of my kid and birth of the show, her coworker Merry Slaughter, the future Loveboat Captain, her boss Lou Grant as in medical labs and Ativan tablets and Grant Avenue after I cross over the rail road tracks, an dwhy my memories were suddenly removed from me about the events at that lab as well as the trip back home to 506 Robin Hill other than for a wild memory that corresponds with many recurring dreams of being underneath the highway just as I would be in a different part of the city nearly half a decade in the future at Dorothea Dario’s security company job, and the crazy police connections with the place, and more incredible ESS stuff from things connected up as far as the twenty-teens many many years ahead of those times where magical musical people were all in a warehouse, and even though there may not have been any gunslingers there, or Matt Dillon’s, or even Marshal’s, electronic or not; there is a connectable tale that would lead into infinity with Paula king, Patty Hollister, the little earth shoe wearing hipping songster Melanie Safka, and on and on and on the story goes here, Mister Neilson sir. When memories are messed with folks, this means that travelers (T-3-E’s) have interfered with something. My trip that day is one example of this balcony green dress traveler stuff, and there are lots more things that I’ve yet to even start opening up with my blogaudians out here in Cyberville!!!!!!!!! You have heard me rant on about many things from the times of the turn of the 70’s, and after the ending of the globally famous 1960’s. That commercial on television where the adorable little girl says, and I quote, “All of us Krasse’s are concerned about our vision”, as this was an ad-spot for vision in general, and when I heard the name and was never able in those times to find the name of Krassle, I started, in error of course to believe that I misinterpreted or heard my dream wrong or remembered it wrong, and that the name given to me was not Krassle but actually Krasse. It was not. It was Krassle, and SHE spelled it for me to boot, “K-R-A-S-S-L-E”. So let us examine more carefully some of the inner and more powerful truths that show up here. If we compare KRASSLE and then KRASSE, all that is different is that the KRASSLE and the correct name given to me by ALMIGHTY PINK GODDESS in middle December back in the year of 1969, is there is a missing “L” LETTER in the wrong name, and the most powerful two numbers BIBLICALLY, and with the Morianity bible as well as it just ‘happens 2B’ here, are (7) and (12). The 12 tribes of Judah, and the magical 7 days of the week and the keeping of the great Sabbath day completely (holy), as commended us by Jehovah Neecy (Stacey) Pink Goddess. I do not make a big deal out of things in my Morianity without lots and lots and lots of great reasons for doing so. IPYT me’ fantastic folks out there, well, except for whoever is trying to kill me and stop me from telling all these truths to this miserable pitiful diseased sin cursed planet, that is spinning rapidly into Dogtown at warp-10.

When I discussed ‘hyperspace switching’ or for short, HSS, back in my early alphabet-tweet-2022 blogs, and after this project had recently been restarted following a two and a half year shut-down due to wild world woe-whiz-me’s that included for me hacked and stopped from posting more blogs as well as being ruthlessly wiped out by a filthy crude jail swine neighbor from hell; I was telling about LAWTRONS and how they were in place to prevent mischievous EXPLORATRONS from doing all manner of things that violate the system’s rules and preset structures known mortally as the natural laws. There are several things that are done by advanced dreamers (T-3-E’s) but for today, we will discuss the one that pertains the most to my numerous woes and hells. As you know, they have taken over the world, and they can do miracles. They are in with what most peeps that believe in the numerous global conspiracy theories, label as the Shadow-Government. They are actually registered operatives or RO’s, jokingly referred to by the Mountainpen and his Morianity project as ‘ROWS’ and even ‘ROWES’. I went onto further details concerning these things and I insinuated some surface and more basic or generic stories such as what happened to me on the day of my trip into the lab tech’s place off of Academy Road and Interstate-#95 and Grant Avenue. But then as time went on and more blogs continued, and I then began deriving more from these writings than most if not all of my Blogaudians out there ever did, and I began taking the advice of Doctor DAGS, and starting to reevaluate a whole lot of my preconceived notions; I took many things such as the wild experience with Nick Cannon and my trip to Massachusetts with him, in 5-D hyperspace of course. This took place I believe on the 30^th day of September in the year of 2008 and I had just recently moved in with his wife’s distant cousins the great KINGS!!!!!!!!! Now I told you all years later that I had made very light of this after first telling the quick story of it, never harping on the event of the world series win that did in fact go on to take place here in the waking world a solid month out into the future on Halloween day. Some may be wondering after digesting all of these things spoken repeatedly now by Mountainpen, okay then why is the MISOE-OPS and their ROWE’s able to accomplish all they do against me if they are being policed by the Lawtrons as I am being? So how can these mischievous ROWE’S wipe out Morianity and the BOM and its attempt to proclaim its truths to this blind sick world regarding the existence of these TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS? On its face it does appear 2B a total and complete violation of stuff, as does mush of the stuff in the great HOLY BIBLE when we cannot see it in the proper light of total truth. When this seems to happen in bible scriptures and it does, there are only two possibilities in play. Jim Burr said it perfectly way back in 1974 at the Oaklyn, New Jersey-USA Rockbash Kanehead Park. Jim said to me, “There is a powerful truth whether anybody likes it or not. If the bible contains one lie or true indisputable contradiction, then Christianity is total bullshit, and I will be the first guy at the gate to admit it”. In other words, and even the great world famous televangelist of all time, Doctor Billy Graham said it in his own way, that either Jesus Christ was a total whack job nutcase, or else his claims are all true. There is this endless possibility either way, we all know this, it ain’t a goddamn secret. Now in my case, I can prove the bible is lying about the promise that nothing uncommon to man can happen to man, and there is only one way to make it all okay, and that is to say, Mark Mohr is not really here, he is in hell, and he thinks he is here, you all think he is here, but as Joseph Padgett knew after it hit him like a ton of shit bricks, he lost his mind and to this day he is insane. I was told he quit his job and lived out of his vehicle in the local woods right after we had our talk. I feel horrible that I did that to him, and I limit my speeches now and never dare tell too much at any one time. You all only think I have told stuff, oh boy oh boy oh boy Uncle Billy Capra Harner Sandy-Sarah MMM Bonjovi, YO YO YO YO YO YO ME’ BREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Only if Mark Wayne Mohr the Mountainpen IS INDEED IN ETERNAL DAMNATION and not truly here as a human being, can the Bible be true. This is because if one tiny part is not total complete truth, then God is a liar, because God is the BIBLE, it is a mere human world illusion, or a reflection. It is not a living word because of what it says, it is GOD, not the pages, not the ink, but the absolute contained total truths of the entire grouping of words that its message contains. So in order to make this work great people, you need to choose door-A or door-B, and there is not nor ever can be a DOOR-C or any other following lettered doors, ‘so sahwee’ all great ambassadors out there. Door-A says that the entire bible, all of Christianity, GOD ITSELF is a big fat lie. Door-B says that all is true and simply does not have to apply to anyone who just thinks that they are really here when in truth, they are damned and eternally lost. This applies to Mark Wayne Mohr and perhaps some others out there, maybe all of you, maybe none, maybe a few, I cannot know this, I am not GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can only give you this undisputable freaking logic. You need not like it as that is not required or even requested, me’ great Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!! So to wrap up the point for opening this topic up of Exploratrons verses Lawtrons, the ROWE’s can do what they do and have the same police force of the Astral Plane effect their missions and outcomes as do I. I may have gotten myself switched if I had made a big deal out of the World Series 2008 win in order to get major blog-cred as it is called. I still make that same claim of truth to this. So would any ROWE’s (T3E). Hey, if Idabin switched, then the universe here would still contain the event where the Phillies won it in 2008, only I would have been switched to a locale where they had lost. Just because they got switched never stopped a new Whoopee Goldberg ‘Karoo’ from fan blading and sprouting out. If I am in hell then there is no spiritual violation happening here. If I am not in hell folks, then this world and all of you out here, have a serious goddamn problem, DON’T YOU? This is the leap made by Mister JP that day at Roadway Trucking Comp any in 2002, and he lost his mind as a result, BRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!

I made the error by the way on at least two and maybe more than two other blogs, saying control-P when I meant to type in control-V for a paste in or a CAO-JOB. So sahwee Mister Ambassador. The man who was over this morning to hook in telephone so that I can use my battery and even if I get power failures, won’t lose calls, told me that ROKU is indeed a political football, and it is more complex than anyone most likely knows. I told him how only Republican and GOP stuff is advertised on their system. It seems to me 2B an intentional GOP set up for the poor. He told me that most peeps today don’t like channels anymore and only like to stream. I am the complete frikkin’ opposite. I hate this streaming crap and want to have channels, but channels cost money. But it goes beyond this, it is all about money and parties. We all know that political parties in Washington in our great land are two large ones an dyes, there are two smaller ones, and even a few others that nobody hears of. But still, the (R) and the (D) are the big boys on the block, and the richer and stronger are the (R) peeps. GOP for those who don’t know stands for Grand Old Party, the (D) party doesn’t even have their own little abbreviated spot in the sun-glory. No it works quite simply. The powerful GOP sets up things like slowly getting the poor and non-Caucasian people into jail with criminal records and until fines are paid unable to vote, they do gerrymandering for intentionally making districts create the advantage for their party, and they do not stop now with both these powerhouse tactics of RMN-dirty-tricks. Now they have moved into the greatest way to effect the growth of their GOP, the entertainment system, the ROKU. I will bet that no non GOP or democratic candidate can advertise on this platform if they paid any amount of money, and I plan to make a HUUUUUUUUUUUGE stink about this thing with my local democratic representatives unless there are none as in Florida it is very fooking red everywhere. Between this entertainment crap control, the Gerrymandering redistricting that effects voter turnout ability, and then using the criminal justice system (CJS) to slowly lock up all the poor and underprivileged peeps in low income neighborhoods all over America, the GOP grows and grows, and the (D)-Party slowly fall apart; and it happens like the goddamn hour hand on a wristwatch or small clock. Now it is physically impossible to ever see it move, but it does, stare at it for an hour, you will know it does move and yet, YOU CAN NOT EVER ACTUALLY WITNESS the deed!!!!!!!!!!! This magical technique and tool is intentionally used, it is called using the gradualism tool.

You don’t need me to list the hellish persecution against me last week, the health assault destroyed me, I know that they tried to murder me and came very goddamn ass close to accomplishing their evil and twisted goal. A week ago yesterday was super hard utility assault siege and noonish heavy aerial assault as well. Then a week ago Saturday was major activity and noise all around me, nothing like last year at my residence, but it is following all that I told you in my wild Mashell Daniels 1980-RPL sound studio relative dream with Lee. Saturday was very bad with fireworks crap just as was the Sunday of the previous freaking weekend. I will return to Jersey someday if I do not leave America all together as in non-red states, no one can get away with fireworks crap out of season as it is illegal for amateur and unlicensed pyrotechnics peeps to operate fireworks t begin with in most blue states. Unless people wise up and major changes are made B4 my distant cousin has a chance to destroy my wonderful nation once and for all and proclaim himself and his family the royal kings over all of us, I will get the Dogtown out of here! But finishing out my point about using the three big ways of forever growing their GOP garbage party and wiping out all other parties, the good old commie one party system of Red China and Soviet Russia, I have told the CJS for 20 years that they should do what my old high school did when the High Speed-line Transit system was built in my area when I was a student. Have representatives come to the schools, assemble the students in the Assembly Hall, and teach a short discourse on proper police and road-stop interaction, and most definitely especially in lower income neighborhoods where these problems end up happening statistically in much higher percentages. This would decrease the problems we have experienced with this situation by 90%, and I’ll guarantee it. We did not ever have one single person electrocuted by the third rail of that transit system because of proper education that was successfully conducted. But no, they want the poor in jail and unable to vote, and we ALL KNOW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I cannot believe that I have typed in now a total of 4,607 words. SOOOOO, GEE WHIZ-WILIGARS-GOLLY GASH DARN © Copyrighted coin dealers and fat happy people from all the law and order and properly educated folks!!!!!!! I’ll bet goddessdamn dollars to donuts that everyone out here knows this blog is not a fake phony nut job blog from some crackpot from New Jersey. You may try and kid or convince yourself otherwise, and that is as far as you will ever get, AHA AHA AHA, ME’ BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

1983 was a beyond powerful year 4 me, yo!

So in the afternoons I would enjoy Sesame Street, and then there were those other two shows, “The Electric Company”, and “3-2-1 Contact”. This is a very major thing here. The magic numbers of 1-2-3 in reverse, and ELECTRIC. Well, I don't know about “Electric Avenue or getting higher”, BUT I HAD BEEN CONTACTED, MIZZ AT&T BLAKE!!!!!!!!! That much I do know, and whether someone was trying to drive me crazy or NAUT, Mizz B, this all happened, as did the wild song too. The first two songs that I wrote not counting preteen childish tunes and stupid lyrics, were both in the year 1969, and they were written closely together in the warmer part of the year, the first one in early June of 1969, called “That's The Way It goes”, and the other one in the middle of July, called “Burn With Fire”. They both have extremely major significance, even though the lyrics are teenager skit, and at first glance, may appear mundane, insignificant, and unimportant on any major human scales, that measure any of the stuff being discussed on this blog. Both of these songs lead directly to the incredible and mighty super goddess, PAULA KING of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. Now for some time in my forties, I was under the false impression and delusion that her friend Sarah Callio was the major player in all of this. Indeed there was and there is a SARAH KRASSLE who appeared to me in a powerful DREAM-VISION, every bit as incredible and inconceivable as any of the visions given to prophets in the Holy Jewish Bible (KJV) and other versions of the Hebrew Bible, that discusses Jehovah-God. I now totally believe that PINK GODDESS is the force that surrounds our MILKY WAY GALAXY, and SHE is Almighty Scylla Jehovah Goddess AKA the TRIPLE-GODDESS, and AKA countless other names. The FASCITAR method of intentionally going 'OOB' is a powerful way of controlling dream-traveling by our spirit part of ourselves. This is what the magical school taught, and I fully believe it was part of or in some mysterious way connected with and into, the school at the Cherry Hill Ellisberg Circle in Jersey back in 1970, that I attended while also attending the Cooley Hall Bancroft School. But I also believe that both of these chapters in this same school had a headquarters elsewhere, and one of them was done by way of a mail order system, quite advanced for the times, don't you think? After-all folks, mail order studying by way of online campuses was just not available in those days. It is all a part of our new age digital days revolution. Still, the entire school, the mail order part that Patricia Hollister seemed to somehow be connected in and through back in those days, as well as the physical structures; are all merely a mortal world counterpart of this otherwise known as the Teck Bay Mystery School of Province Olympia on the Astral Plane or the purgatory as the Catholic folks use the term, and not fully understood by them by any means. OOB by the way stands for OUT OF BODY, and neither I, nor Morianity, made up this term, or abbreviated system. This has been around for a long time, along with the two cousins, NDE, and OB, for Near Death Experience, and simply and quicker said, Out-Body. Mortals on the Earth Planet, except for the spiritual few who, unfortunately for the very most part, misuse their gifts for profit and material gain, which totally in the long run, circumvents the system, since materialization and the energy astral worlds/realms are about as noon and midnight as anything can possibly ever be, but still; most people here awake and so-called alive, cannot see the linear time illusion and insist on seeing existence and life, and beyond it, so backward and in reverse; that they insist on calling OOB stuff, out of body. We all are simply existing in a timeless purgatory. We dream off of it in what the world of cosmology labels as the still completely unknown “big-bang” or singularity that blew out into plank-time, and then from there, into all of this. Continuing to see the truth in reverse will always make people say things such as the 'afterlife' or 'out of our body' as if any of that is true. Only the great religion of light and sound or Eckankar peeps know that we do not go anywhere during what they call 'soul-travel'. We don't. It is a realization, just as what happened to me in Atco in 1983, when suddenly all infinity was revealed to me, despite my being trapped in a time dimension here, and awake in this body. The Fascitar is just a tool that creates the magical bridge if you will, allowing CONTACT to be connected up, between us here, and us there. Now I do not ever mean to say that we here are the gods, and the great Hebrew Bible does reveal some powerful stuff about us becoming as 'they are in HEAVEN', equal to them. This is all in there. Equal in awareness is the truth here, not in a true value of energy. We simply are NOT AS HIGH AN ENERGY VALUE as are the COINS or the COILS. This is just simple reality, or to quote the mighty and cool Mister Dennis Snyder from up there in Jersey, back a decade or so ago, “That's just reality son”!!!!!!!!!!! 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MERRY ALSO IS WAS A LOOK ALIKE 2 THE PHOTO THAT I POST.

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