Saturday, March 18, 2023
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 021
12:32 Ante' Meridian
Today was a bit like the past few other than for the fact that I experienced no major nightmares B4 beginning my hellish day. I woke up at about ten past four this afternoon, and disconnected my lightning communications system 2 begin the day, and an hour or so later retrieved my mail and finally received a package that I was waiting 4, thinking this would then B-A good day 4 me, only, it was most certainly NAUGHT, lovely Mizz 1983-B. Naught one wee bit!!!!!!!!!
An hour or so later on, a major party in the community room began. This went from roughly twenty minutes after six through twenty minutes past nine. Obviously like the New Years Party pack on Doctor-DAGS-BD or the 31st of last December, we now R gonna' B having these parties on all holidays, and yes, this was indeed good ole' Saint P-Day, was it naught? Things of course here R never even close 2 the way that they were back at the PEEHA joint, thank the Goddess. Also, the Community Room closes down on the final week of month #5 (May) and remains off season and closed until early in December, each year. This is due 2 the snowbird money-peeps who R able 2 afford going north 4 the very hot summer season, each year. So I just take it all in stride and soon the season will B over, just over two more months now, so 'TEE-HEE-HEE',--------Mizz Lilly M.
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.
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.
But there is a whole lot more 2B spoken of in all of that as well as just how and Y it all connects into each and every new hour and day of my life until they plant my remains in the ground eventually and 'hopefully', Mister 'Duncan Retrace 1408 McLeod', Sir. When I was playing my roulette professionally in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, in 1986, and simultaneously wiping my life out forever for a mere few measly frikkin' bucks, shortly B4 the incident at the Trump Castle Casino in Northwest Atlantic City, I was playing at the Claridge Casino Hotel one afternoon, and ran into lovely Mizz Paula King, who was working as a hostess for the 'joint', Mister Winn, Sir. If I am wrong, I sincerely apologize but if I am mistaken indeed, then she has an identical twin, just as my daughter and her distant cousin Mizz Leticia Tilley R absolute lookalike's, separated only BY some bizarre age-time barrier or whatever anyone ever wishes 2 call and or describe this outlandish phenomenon. As 4 that particular day at the Claridge Casino Hotel in the summertime in 1986, this gorgeous girl came up 2 me and asked me exactly how I was playing the game, as I appeared 2B winning a lot of money and she wanted 2 know how 2 cash in on it. Hey, everyone wants 2 cash in, just as was said more than two decades in the darn future on the future television show called, “Law & Order”, on the episode titled, “FAME”. The failed X-rock star said, I believe, “Hey I get it, everybody wants 2 earn”, and hey buddy, U-R correct, sure we do, and anyone out here who claims otherwise is lying either 2 someone else or most likely just 2 themselves. Folks first need 2 understand that there is absolutely nothing whatsoever wrong with the desire 2 have the basic items and necessities here in our physical lives. There is nothing unholy or wrong in any way with the desire 2 better ourselves, in many areas of life, financially as well as numerous other facets. It is only when we wish 2 do it in ways that violate other people in this life, where it is wrong. Basic laws given 2 humans, beginning with Moses and from which most of the original following British Common Law ideas all sprang from, leading to current days here in America and our laws, all basicly regulate legal rights, or trying 2 anyway, as giving people the maximum rights under these laws right up 2 the point where any more rights would then come 2 infringe on the rights of another human being. This is, and ask any law school if I am right about this or naught folks; behind all of the legal system, B4 things then get broken down into endlessly more complex items and continue 2B ever increasingly complicated as the society then goes onto also become more and more complicated. There is absolutely nothing wrong with anyone wishing 2 better themselves and their stations in this life. It is normally done by making correct and wise decisions, being able 2 receive proper education so as 2 then goon and enter into some successful career, and along these lines. There also are many other things that can bring success, money, the whole deal. However, the playing field is anything but balanced, and we all know this. If people were all legally forced, absolutely 100%, 2B rewarded precisely in ratio 2 their actual talents and skills in this life; I would believe in our legal system 100%, and jump on a soap box daily 2 praise it. Unfortunately, the great statement made by the Latengrate Mizz Dawn-Marie King is more true than peeps realize many times, when she said what she did about my own kid for example, back in early 2009, from Judge Frank Raso's home in Blue Berryville-Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. Later as U all know, during his political campaign, Mister D.J. Trump used that blog and those words, almost word 4 word, 2 make his own point, substituting only the real estate variation in Manhattan, NYUSAESMWG of 5th Avenue, with his 'shooting someone story' that we all have heard many times now! Just a couple days back on my streaming news system, I heard the same report that many of U heard as well. This asshole sports figure of celebrity status was drunk and driving recklessly in a drag race in a city on a public street, and he killed at least one person; and GOT TOTALLY AWAY WITH IT. If I had done this,we all know that I WOULD HAVE BEEN PUT AWAY BEHIND BARS 4 THE REST OFMY MOTHER ******* LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will always obey the law, I will always give total and proper respect 2 any and all enforcers of the law, but I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO RESPECT WHATSOEVER 4 OUR PRESENT CRIMINAL (CJS) JUSTICE SYSTEM,not one tiny wee whittle frikkin' lousy ass bit, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!
This very same legal system has permitted these snot eating diseased filthy stick licking slobs that I now call the 'Spammenies' to destroy MY ENTIRE LIFE AND GET 100% TOTALLY AWAY WITH IT. They sit around drinking and laughing at me, jeering and mocking me with their powerful-people syndrome that includes all those things that my Morianity lists throughout my 17+ year blogging project since early January of 2006, and I can on and on but if I do I will get completely totally sick 2 my mother ******* stomach, YO BRAHHH!!!! They all know that this thing was done 2 me and it destroyed my entire life, with this ICPE-APE-TECH nightmare. And nobody cared one bit, nor will anyone. Then they use the world of the psych to point their satanic demonic judgmental fingers at me and call me a looney-tune crazy nut-job crack-pot, with their mother ******* DSM PSYCH BOOK as a tool 2 endlessly back up their evil deeds from DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW THAT, MISTER MACY!!!!!!!!!
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 remember good folks when I told U all about the television show called, “THE OUTER LIMITS”, the old and original 1960's shows, and not that 'remade junk of zero-talent' from 30 years later on? It began with the pilot episode with the radio station with the call letters of 'KXKVI' and the great 'Maxwell' family who owned the station out in California. The title of the show was “The Galaxy Being”. First, many HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE things in my 'FUTURE' were all a part of this television show, as many of U absolutely know; and I absolutely KNOW THAT U KNOW IT 2 FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, those four DEMO TUNES done on April 30 and May 1, in the year of 1980, were done at a small little studio on the attic floor of a music store in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, called Russel's School of Music, on Beidamin Avenue, right across Highway #70 from the Garden State Racetrack, and (my computer just froze and acted up and got weird), right now, while I was typing that part of this story out onto this blog, at precisely 2:37 AM; and I am coming 2 believe now that between half past two and half past three in the moUUUUUUUrning is some weird new time for the diseased frikkin' Spammenies 2 use their demonic trickery on me with these outlandish and bizarre cum-puke-her and utility HACKS ON ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, it makes sense at least a little wee bit 2 the mother ******* Mountainpen now, as my MacAfee system is on and scanning, and this is always what causes these things. I LOVE IT WHEN **** HAS A RATIONAL HUMAN REALM EXPLANATION, GOOD FOLKS OUT THERE, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOOOO Mister Art Crane Sir, from TCE back in 1992, a big fat bar buzzing, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”, will now be a bit belatedly chimed out now from the one and only illustrious, Sir Chester-Frank! Okay, so the name of that little music studio was called MAXFIELD, and no, not MAXWELL, still, when something as gigantic as what happened 2 me in middle 1980 with those music demo tunes that were done in a place beginning with “MAX” and then we compare it 2 that show, TOL, where this radio station that plays music as radio stations R there 2 do; and having the same first syllable name of “MAX”, well folks, pun intended yes; I don't turn a blind eye to any of those 1400 non-pressed vampire bats from just southeast of the dog pound, especially when so much more is yet 2B told, and here it comes, great people out there: In this show titled, “The Galaxy Being”, on the “TOL” from the 1960's; the station was on a highway, number 601 as in Lenny McKinnon the 1980 record promoter of Philadelphia and all glittering daughters everywhere, and then we have the frequency numbers, '1820' on the dial, as in a slight re-scrambling into the four great Mountainpen digits, 1-8-0-2, and matching the apartment number at Robin Hill where indeed, those 4-DEMO TUNES were recorded, after my just moving into that place; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO-HE, ME' BREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey Cuzz-Don ole' boy, wanna' gimme' a BRAAAAAAAKE, SIR??????? Hey CUZZ, U have some HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE darn dog affinity with those digits 2, right??????????????? (88022), all that's missing is the BOTBAR-1 digit, and you're 2 dog-darn smart 2 incorporate that digit into it, hey, I got your number, BROADCASTED BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
'WELLLLLLLLLLLLLL Mister Nixon Sir', maybe 'you're naught a crook', and maybe your saintly mother was looking down on U from the 'great-beyond' while U were there that last day of your presidency on the White House Lawn, and naught Pike, & with or without Julia, but then U did have 'daut-Julie'. Still, everything I say on these blogs is true, and U know this more than anyone reading this now from the Earth-Plane, don't U oh great kind sir? Peeps; this dude was naught a bad guy, and not even remotely as rotten as others today who wish 2 use his legacy as a platform 2 wipe out this nation forever. Talk about that fantastic outer-limits and the great SAFET when we indeed incorporate that into this entire mess from DOGTOWN. The episode following that pilot episode is the one with the imposter-president. How much SAFET do we need folks B4 we R able2 ever properly awaken and C the realities going on here? SAFET is so powerful that words fail me folks. What does blow my mind beyond any Thaxton-Marcucci-1969-MB (mind-blow) is simply thisssssss: It should B totally obvious 4 anyone out here 2 put at least enough of this incredible crapola together so that U would tell other peeps about this blog, only U never do, and U seem 2 wish 2 keep it all 2 yourself, hey I'm just guessing, as how can I know what is in your minds, oh Blogaudians? 4U2CYI am beyond 1969-TMMB here, is at least 4 me as obvious and self evident as it gets, only I've learned naught 2 ever try and know anything that I have no legitimate way 2 really B able 2 know, as it only leads 2 utter frustration and feelings of eventual anger and despair; and so I refuse 2 entertain that behavior ever again, as once; I did make a real habit out of doing thisssssss; oh lovely Mizz 1983 Luccisnakes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay folks, time 2 get into a few quick yet extremely powerful things. As we move ever onward in a time-illusion here on the Earth-Planet as human beings of some intelligent sentient thought-level, we C ourselves as ever increasingly a knowledgeable species in an overall averaged out way, despite less than a century ago that we did have Pacific island cannibals still existing in a few remote spots. And insisting on believing fully in this time-illusion, we absolutely do in fact believe that we R merely all getting smarter in some averaged out way, and yes, in our truth and at our human present thought level, this appears 2B quite accurate. Remember that all of this stuff out here in the 'post-big-bang' however is mass and energy, and that only in a matter world planet can humans, and our thoughts as we perceive them 2B, produce this illusion of an ever advancing race. This is truth when it is divided by the speed of light squared that is existing as sort of a mirror reflected image of what is in the Plancktime, or the timeless Purgatory, Pre-big-bang. In the Purgatory, what we now would think of as this ever progressing knowledge and advancement of 'we the human beings here', would simply B a lot like a digital disc of dots everywhere. This of course is an endlessly under-exaggerated example, but it comes closest as I know possible 4 making my point here on this blog right now, as limited human being 'me' is now attempting 2 communicate with my fellow limited human beings, 'all of U'. These dots on a disc would work as a player unit with a laser beam shining on one dot at a time, whenever any particular thing is wished 2B connected into ourselves. So at C-squared or in the Plancktime (timeless-Purgatory), what we C here would B more like this, and yes, as humans advance, I can now go onto talk a wee bit more like this, and since the recent Oscar winning movie, I am now able thanks to the entertainment-industry, make a lot of me' whittle pernts a lot better, sir Archibald Bunkerqueens! When reality of energetic truth is thus divided by constant-squared, as shown in Mister Giant-Brain Einstein's famous formula, we get the worlds and realms of matter and mass, such as Planet Earth in this cosmos, and soon 2 arrive, the homosapiens that go onto develop a self-aware or sentient nature, and then continue 2 advance even farther from there until and unless eventually stopped by the Civilization Advancement Prevention system that seemingly has been Lawtronically built into the entire thing by and from the Almighty '0-D (Singularity)', & 'Ultimate Force', (UF), [GOD] if U will. Yes, the movie does indeed, or at least its title as I have not seen the show nor plan 2 do so, but the title does in fact imply the Plancktime, or Astral Plane (Purgatory), and the way it works there. When divided by C-SQ, we need 2 actually move physically since things become physical, from an interaction into another one, automatically connoting a time dimension as well as the needed three dimensions for time 2 move in and through, known as width, and length, and depth. But accelerated into energetic truth through acceleration by C-SQ, and now we merely focus shift from one thing into another; as all of the dots R on the disc, think of it, ALL OF THEM, all possible combinations of all and any possible 'thing'. When this truth divides by C-SQ, it cannot B contained into just one 4-D reality or universe, so the entire thing fits into a fabric made out of five 4-D realities of matter as well as five 4-D realities of matter where electrons orbit their atoms in a reverse orbital direction, or antimatter. So these two fabrics eject out of the so-called 'big-bang' at numerous times by relative perception inside of the Plancktime, yet out here in the big-bang, 2 us, it is all one quick burst out of this first stage beyond singularity; or as Morianity named it a while back, S+. In other words, and all physicists will agree and merely would substitute their own more scientific nomenclature 4 it, this after Plancktime cosmos here where we all reside in, equals S+PT, or S+PT=5-DHS. The actual reason Y energy is slowly used up in Plancktime by Purgatites is simply a result of using up a finite amount of our energies on endless focus shifting from dot 2 dot, or virtually endless interactions. In the physical reality where things are hard world and material, we must actually respect the spaces and distances in-between these 'things' or dots of truth, sometimes in my Morianity, I label them as 'SEDS', and this is simply shortened from Signal Energy Dots. Even my book, 'TPB', in a small, and somewhat-back-then-in 1994 more parochial way, made mention of these {SED's} upon one or two occasions if my memory is serving me at all correctly. Extra smarties out here will wonder now, Y would timeless Purgatory ever have the limitation of using up energy as they may B remembering some prior Morianity lessons on the 9-levels of energetic beings or Astral-Entities (Purgatites), and those with higher values (the gods), have more interacting ability there B4 needing 2 pop out into the 5th dimensional hyperspace 4 a recharge, so 2 speak. Humans and animal kingdoms below even that level, have the most recharging needs. Sort of like comparing a tiny 9-volt transistor radio battery from 1966 to a car battery of 2023. They both do what they do and one simply needs more charging and is able 2 perform less work B4 that recharging is needed. Work is translated as the focus shifting of a Purgatite, from dot to dot, and now 'thanx-2-that great new movie' with the Purgatory-named title without even using the word; I am finally able 2 fully address all of this a wee bit more intelligently and advanced 4U all. And no sir Mister SpeLLchecker, 'naught U ALLBERRIES'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WEEEEE!!!!!!!!
Keep going, it all makes sense, IPYT!!!!!!!
At the end of the blog, U will find the start of
THE 2022-quality-capping job.
I closed out the day of Thursday at a solid one and five ninths, one and five ninths, rounding up legitimately into a closed out 2-2 on the day, for General-Life and Moods & Attitudes, on me' ole' life-chart rating system. Many of U keep journals and diaries, but in summer time-1982, I began 2 keep a mathematical-journal as I later came to frikkin' call it, as rather than tell detailed junk in a human way, the math symbols and equations R far more reliable in making many important and long-ranging predictions 4 my life, YO YO YO YO, ME BRO!!!!!!!!!!! The final two items just as the primary two for 'job and car' rating, all range daily at the closing from lowest #1 up through highest #5. Then at the end of these four numbers, I had a mathematical system 4 changing these numbers into a daily rating digit that ran from the lowest of 310 points from a 1-1-1-1- future Mizz Sleazeweedsdisease Jane Notfondauonebit day or 'BOTBAR', all the way up through the highest ratable day of 5-5-5-5, bringing that 2 a score of 1550. From this, I could do all sorts of neat and wild mathematical tricks and make a zillion type of various predictions. I never said I am the cleverest or the smartest dude in the room peeps; only that I do in fact have many original ideas and I ain't afraid 2 put my money where me' mouth is and try them out, and when and if they work out 4 me YO, then damn it, I go ahead full steam and use the shullbit junk!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEE. Yes, the enemies of the left spinning subatomic realm of Plancktime did naught get their evil diseased way and force me 2 go 2 a BOTBAR yesterday, and now I am on Friday March 16th day rating 4 my life charts, opening and holding at midland 3-3, YO BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!! I also decided 2 wait until CHAPTER '021' B4-I begin 2 CAP the 'quality-blogs' that began after the long shut-down period, back in last September of 2022. By quality, I simply mean that without the correct settings on the BDC dashboard, which I was totally ignorant of and so R most peeps who even know a lot about computers; but without the settings in the position that does not default it out of the normal setting that merely copies words, smalls and caps, and that is that, it looks totally horrible on the blogger viewing page 4 readers 2C and view. Quality-blogs merely mean that this was corrected by switching back something that I now fully believe that some 'SPAMM-ENEMY' hacked into my Blogger-Dash, and screwed up with one click of a mouse. 'TEE-HEE-HEE', lovely Mizz Lilly Munster. A short new way of saying and typing in “SPAMM ENEMY or ENEMIES will B from now on great peeps, 'Spammenies', written in smalls now, so that I can amend my word-dictionary and avoid future red squiggly lines of error messaging. I just got a major cum-puke-her hack somehow, despite naught being connected 2 the mother ******* internet at all as I have the plug out of the COMCAST modem, still; that Comcast HACK struck again, sending my day down close 2 BOTBUR 4 this Friday now, and the day is also at SUPER HIGH CCOT; and yes, U all know what that trucking ass stands 4, right folks? The time of this attack was exactly 3:11 AM, but I'll bet that if they could have pulled it off again, 2 make it happen at precisely trucking mucking ducking ******* 3:27, they would have; these diseased rotten 14-84 stick licking runt slapping rock chucking rats turds. How about some counterstriking for 2 days straight now of SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC HELLISHNESS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME WHITTLE BROADCASTED BRO, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA, lovely Harris Dark Shadows Amanda!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tell me that I do naught have a powerful story like nothing that has ever even remotely existed here on this planet since it popped out of the blue, Mister freaking Planck. Mister Planck was struck by LIGHTNING, a long time ago peeps, and this information is right on the net, and completely available 4 any of U out there 2 dig up and C4 your goddessdog selves. After this time, very shortly after, the reports that I have read on some extremely accurate and trustworthy news sources, tell how he suddenly revealed his knowledge that seemingly had come out of 'nowhere' concerning what Morianity calls the timeless “PURGATORY”, and scientifically is known as, and in his name, because of this of course; (PLANCKTIME)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey, I just report the darn news folks. Don't shoot either Mister Piano Player Elton John on his great Yellow Brook British Road, or the Mountainpen; PWEEEEEEEEEEEEZE folks. TANKS, and &, ---------------B----O----O----M, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO-HA, ME' BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Wanna' keep doubting the Mountainpen after seemingly endless brother clucking stuff continues 2 point more and more 2 the truth that indeed, I do know what the Dogtown I'm squawking about here, folks, YO????? The more 'they' persecute and harass me, the more I'll go on squawking and rat tat tattling, YO, your darn move butt heads Beavis. Can U darn believe that a 2010 computer's Spellchecker system does naught know about Beavis and Butthead? If I had one thin damn dime 4 every word that I've ever added 2 this system's dictionary, I would probably B able 2 finance a brand new automobile, YO!
When the enemies are bad and on a roll for hacking me on the internet and computer; this is when all this type of darn slit eating stuff begins happening 2 me, YO. Stuff such as when I ended my transmission on my previous blog, the part that said that was blotted out. All U need 2 do 4 anyone who may naught know, is simply 2 highlight the entire page on your system, it will then show all of the blotted out stuff nice and clear right through the highlighted blue coloring. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
I'll CAP in what did not come out 4U2 now try 4 yourself, simply hit CONTROL-A and the entire blog will highlight. AHA-AHA-& WOWZER-WOW!
END TRANSMISSION, YO BRRRRRRRRR!!!!!
and yes peeps, this is now really the end, Yo, and no sir, naught the endocrinologists of Shirley's magical throat-laboratory of Comcast 19----84 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, with or without any Starburn Lakes properties or transdimensional kids and their large quantities of non-pharmaceutical cheeses such as Forty Pierce, Florida's Butterfields Pharmacy, huh Pam Blondy Blondie-Bondi, and 'Derwood'?????????????????
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 2nd 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 1998 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 9th, huh lovely 'Party 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, HALLS 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 so 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 5th 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 and 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 dinner table 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 never able 2 properly diagnose what happened 2 her on that day after Christmas in 1997, 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's 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 had just decided 4 no 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 2nd 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 2nd 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 up 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, right down 2 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??????
MERELY CLICK ON THE LINKS, IF YE' PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE GOOD FOLKS, YO.
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SATURDAY, MARCH 18, 2023
CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING CRESCENT 4
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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''?
Tuesday, November 29, 2022
TEST BLOG 1, 2022
At later dates, the A-'whatever's' will post in quality.
TEST BLOG1 ON ADULT WARNING FEATURE AND WORD C&P
I am under a bad air siege and have been almost every day for a long time. The past week up through yesterday brought me zillions of chemtrails and their poisonous effects. The other night I had my bowels blown out with agonizing crapola attacks. From now on after this blog and IF IT IS ALLOWED TO POST, I will have a subtitle to all and every blog ever done while on the BLOGGER site, and that sub-title is “OVERDONE NICETIES ARE NOTHING OTHER THAN QUINTESSENTIAL FACETIOUSNESS”. Obviously the world knows that some of the great Walgreen's secrets has to do with everything and I should not have ever doubted the great attorney from the great big-apple city, as he knew all along that the copyright peeps are going to be loyal to the great artists and the great industry, and this is why the examiners panicked with the great She’s SS song in oh-seven, yellow sheet pages with additional 100 year old lyrical stuff from all HARRIS’s everywhere, and questions on far out guard tests while working at magical hat wearing places with all sorts of magical time equations and magazine articles, like WOW-WEEE, and goddess only knows what else. Additional N’s my foot, Sir Gordon anti-grav! Black and white test questions and chemtrails censorship warnings from 1969, how you any of you NAUT believe in PINK RODD-GODD goddesses or powerful soul tripping TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, after-all Wall Street must have hated the weekend spill of info, huh Mister Musk, kind pal?
We will now see if this will go up or naut, lovely Mizz Blake of American Telephone and Telegraph!!!!!!!
Test Blog one on AWF & WORD cut & paste, now terminates.
AHA-AHA 1971 Michael McNulty, kind sir.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS
END TRANNY, SWEET OLE' FRIKKIN' GRANNY!
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