Wednesday, February 14, 2024

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SOOOOOOOOO Mister Crane, what R the magical connections between DREAMS, UFO TRUTHS, and the magical little voice we all here inside our selves constantly and continuously, YO???!!!!



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I shall begin this with a simple bridge across lots more stuff than transdimensional Sarah's magical yellow telephone, from a couple of years into this brand new 3rd millennium, from back at the time of this experience, from the Roadway Trucking place job where I was stationed as a security guard when it all went down. I know beyond the shadow of doubt, where the entire UFO phenomenon comes from, the DREAM-REALM, and I also know 4 absolute runt slapping total certain where biblical dream prophecy and Almighty Jehovah's instructions 2 HER prophets all come from also, and on top of that as well as Mister Checkoff Whales of 1986; I know that Mizz Helen Zabriskie along with her son in law (lovely Andrea's hubby of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG), all come from, the deal behind all of this, not where they in clay form do, as that is known only by their parents and the astral plane gods!!!!!!!!!!!! Back while I was residing at the PEE-HA Building, from early in April of 2011 through middle February of 2021, I had an incredibly vivid, wild, unpleasant nightmare one night. I was at 1802 Robin Hill, and it was in some area in 5th dimensional hyperspace, that was between localized and intermediate, or (between localized and distant hyperspace), and the time was unknown and time does not matter 2 much between worlds since it may or it may not B similar such as what may appear on a wall calendar or events that went down on certain dates inter-world, such as who was president during a particular year and so on and so forth; and again, it was all about music, my music, and of course how could anyone ever forget who is reading this Morianity, “MY ENEMIES”, and just how they R endlessly making me' physical life as Mark Wayne Mohr, one endless living breathing rotten indescribable nightmare DOGTOWN (H---E---L---L)!!!! Helen Zabriskie was not in the nightmare at all, HOWEVER, her son in law was the key player, and this dude is an African-American young dude, or was back in 1999, about age 20 or so as her daughter Andrea his wife, was just 21 years old when I met lovely Helen in middle late summer time or early in August of 1999, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, on Broadway and only 5 blocks or so away from the great Jefferson Street Licorice Plant called 'Mac-Andrews & Forbes', where I worked as a guard back in 1980, as well as many other times and years; and had many wild experiences there, including the one leading up 2-Y-I-2 this very day, use the term and expression of,HALLS FAWCES”!!!!!!!!!!!! But years after this wild nightmare that I will now get fully into on this writing, I was living here where I am presently at the Quiet Waters Co-Op-Park in northeastern Fort Pierce, Flowerland-USA, and had this other more recent dream that occurred shortly B-4 these blogs were resumed after me' most recent quarter-decade sabbatical off-time in September of 2022. Yes I screwed up and said 9-2023 on a recent blog, that was another Mountainpen prior blog hack or error (PBHE). But back in the middle summer time somewhere in 2022, I had that wild nightmare of being on that highway with Helen and where she lived in some Pennsylvania high rise about 50 miles or so outside of Philadelphia and was working as a state trooper and had a large family and many children, in that part of hyperspace. Still, she also had that very same son in law, whose name I forget now, but that I did originally know back in 1999, in the waking world parts of the 5th DHS system. Now in this earlier dreaming experience while living back at the 'high-rise' building here on 7th Street and avenue B; this dude was walking around the apartment (1802 Robin Hill) over and over and yelling up 2 me all sorts of nasty unpleasant stuff; and a lot of it pertained 2 music that I had been playing. I only put this whole damn glass deal together in vely vely recent times however, and this is all a part of the PART-B SAFET DEAL, whereby the more we cogitate and think, and write down our life story such as I do when I make notes and then proceed 2 do these blogs, then have more dreams as a result, and then continue this non ending process of true 5th dimensional growth so 2 speak and in total violation of the great almighty UMWELL SOCIETY and its concepts of major ultimate NO-NO stuff; this is indeed how stuff gets endlessly and continually unraveled and puzzles do eventually go on and get solved! I know this 4 a dern fact, and Mizz-UM-B-damned-2-Dogtown! Simplllleeee as THAT; all curly haired girls all over the place, YO!!! Now the dream that took place first while I lived at the prior address and high rise building on the 6th floor of a total of 7 floors, matched several things major with my music, and then the following dream leading me 2 resume me' blogs a month or less following the dream in summer time of 2022, was also all tied in 2 Robin Hill, and the highway that Helen-Z and I were driving on in this wild dreaming interaction was all a gigantic & HUUUUUUUGE part of it all as 'well, UM'!!! Some of this stuff is also within the range that the Mountainpen's Morianity describes and classifies with no pun meant on that red-font word here, as U-I. That stands 4 only one thing in Morianity, and most of me' Blogaudians know what it is, (UNBLOGGABLE INFORMATION)!!!!!!!!!!!! Stuff that would B just about as bad as literal physical trespass onto government property such as the 'W-P-AIRFORCE BASE', or the 'AREA-51 BASE'; is what I describe as the telling publicly of U-I, simple as this. So please don't make it any more complex than what is being told here 2-U all, YO YO YO YO YO, and TANKS, AND A GREAT BIG GARGANTUAN AND HUGE “BOOOOOM” on Amy Cooley Steroids, or (AMC) 4 short!!!!!!!!!!! But we definitely R able 2 get into a lot of stuff naught completely or even near the status of U-I here, so shall we begin this great and awesome endeavor, YO????????? First, Mizz Jane Sleazeweedsdisease Thistlethorns Skunkholebreath Notfondauonebit Crabgrasshitinnerpants is on a major roll 2 fruck with me recently, and nearly got me again, with the rod slam document eleven of eleven pages; and it was so close that I am still gonna' 'runt phlegm hate' (compensate), with me' goddessdog number-5-grouping here, YO BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!! So quoting an old song from one of me' musical projects here, “HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”!!!!!!!!



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Now back 2 this wild hyperspace junk (dreams of 1802), and how stuff ties endlessly into music, Aunt Gerry, Atlantic City, Sarah Krassle, my family-P&M, and so much gull slam more; that I could rant on and on 4 weeks non-stop and not put any sizable dents into any of this rotten lousy stinking shkit from HELL!!!!!!! I shall tackle bits and pieces of this so that the blog shan't go on 2 being another 700 page doozie-whopper, 2 quote me' great awesome wannabe pal, President Barack Obama, YO world!!!!!!!!!!! This guy in the first dream when I awoke from it was just a horrible monster guy who treated me badly and was taunting me something fierce, and eventually some police came around without me ever even calling them, and told him 2 stop it or else, and even then he came back and kept doing this. A lot more was involved that I have never told, as it involves stuff never dared 2 have been blogged as of yet in me' entire 18+ year blogging work now. When I awoke, and even after coming awake from dream #2 with this horrible guy from 5th dimensional hyperspace, I never 'realized', lovely Mizz 'HTHS PAYNE', who he was; so tease me some more, all Perry peeps, and Selena Surname peeps or almost surname peeps, as U won't injure me' whittle feelings at all, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!! Only vely vely vely non-Cooley-McDowell-1972 recently have I come 2-C and fully completely realize just who that dude was, the son in law of me' lovely waking world gal-pal, Mizz Helen Zabriskie of the great Saint Thomas Islands, and just off the coast of where else, but good ole' Flowerland, that is also known as (AKA) FLORIDA-USA, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes great world, this is where lovely Mizz H-Z hailed from, and quoting Sir Record Glittering Promoter Lenny William McKinnon from 1980, and his CB-RADIO gal-pal Mizz Chillie, “Ain't no doubt about it”!!!! The great and ever-illustrious United States © Copyright Office still has this recoding 2 this day, I would presume and imagine, Mister Livingston of Africa, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









Now the highway experience as well as the high rise building in this alternate reality in the 5th dimensional hyperspace from the original dream of about 5 years or more back into time now, is all major tied in with many things, but when Helen was driving us on this highway in Pennsylvania, and without lakes or buttercheese food stuffs, from 'Starburn ODI' related junk, being in any way whatsoever involved here; suddenly she took a wrong turn, and a lane of this highway led us down into this lower tier lane, and when we stopped the car and finally got out 2 try and get our bearings as 2 just what was going down around us, the sky turned jet black, and then it was light again 5 seconds later; only instead of being on this highway in the car, we were back at her high rise building, and several of the children came out of one of the numerous bedrooms in this very large apartment, and told me that I was in another playfield and that Lightning's parents knew what was happening, and couldn't seem 2-B able 2 rectify the problem. This is definitely not what normal twelve year old kids would suddenly come out of a room and blurt out 2 an adult friend of their mom's, not in dreaming or waking realms. Remember how we got on the facts about flying dreams, lawtronics, and how only in very rare cases unless out into the very furtherest reaches of distant-hyperspace, did anything happen along those lines? I only opened up a foundation, and I plan 2 get more specific on all these matters later on, but let us stick with today's stuff 4 now or else we will B all day long out on major wild tangents that will get us all nowhere at all!!!!! LSS, in waking life, Mizz H-Z met me under very bizarre and strange circumstances indeed, popping up out of nowhere on a Camden City street with a gal-pal and cellmate from jail, as she told me, both arrested on charges of what else, prostitution, and on that hot summer day when I was extremely horny and looking 4 some action on Broadway in Camden City, along came these 2 gorgeous babes, and Helen who was much closer 2 me' age, actually 5 years older than me almost, became friends and she was always getting casino offers 2 stay overnight called complements of the house, or 4 short, 'comps'; an expression all casino patrons and heavy gamblers R aware of, and not just in Atlantic City or Vegas; but anywhere on the entire Earth Planet. I came 2 realize after we had broken up, that her so-called former hubby or X that she claimed were in a legal separation, were in all odds not in a true separation, and went together many times 2 casinos, and is Y she was comped with all sorts of great hotel stays and similar types of offers. U-C Blogaudians, here is the rest of this wild and absolutely true story straight out of DOGTOWN itself. It seems no matter what I ever try and do, I cannot escape my family and its HUUUUUUUGE tentacles, and as the great old song said from the musical police, I am always under their complete observation, every damn move I make and breath that I take!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Helen's daughter Andrea's hubby was a very good friend I later came 2 learn about a week B-4 the break up, of who else, but MOBSTER-MARTINO, the father of Sarah Callio's hubby, THEY ALL KNEW EACH OTHER VERY WELL, and they even had that night excursion well planned 4 my being with Helen at the Blue Parrot Club at the Claridge Casino, where Mister Martino had a lot of mob connections all scattered throughout the whole deal, YO world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That night at that B-P Club, Mister Martino was there and playing his loud nauseating harmonica through a cranked up microphone totally deafening me. He actually thought he was good, 2. YUK-YUK-YUK, I would rather have been listening 2 Sissy's daughter that horrible night in 1997 somewhere when she sang the American Anthem at the sports arena and almost caused me 2 vomit it was so horrible, as she burned her voice out on Bobby B's Crack Coke, YO, and one of the reasons in 1989 that mommy-Sissy wanted me 2 get in with lovely Whit, and get her away from 'Bobby Skunkbreath coke-boy song-stealer'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The stories I can tell on these blogs R without end, and everyone of them R absolutely real and goddessdog true, YO; right down 2 the powerful NEBNOOSHOO junk, straight out beyond the Purgatorial gates of DOGTOWN itself; me' awesome BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!! Now this ties in Atlantic City and my Sarah enemies, and just how does all the other stuff tie in with Helen, along with taxicabs, miscarriages, lovely 'daut'-PEE, and me' other 'daut' as well, and so much more, YO? If I tried doing this on one single blog, we would absolutely B in 4-digit pages on the word dock and most likely not B allowed 2 post up as I think that 900 pages is sort of me' maximum allowed blogging on the BDC site, and that is if naught 2 many pix and other junk is also on the blog work. Blogs that have real high traffic volume, R allowed greater room. Same with music posts. The greater known the artist, the less compression is used on the program, and compressed sound digitally is Y analogue is 100 times better, as that is the main frucking reason that music sounds less energetic and alive with stuff posted by peeps like me, as they major compress it so that the dynamic range is shot 2 Dogtown. Poor peeps R the victims of all the rottenness that this goddessdog life has 2 endlessly offer them, and this is Y my WOMO-SPACEFORCE ENEMIES keep me intentionally downtrodden and forever at the levels of absolute total flucking sub-poverty on steroids, they know how it works and they endlessly freaking cover all possible bases so that I can never ever do flucking squat, simple as THAT, y-O, and here is me' first flucking rotten goddamn (y-O-HACK), YO, and I looked that time, all great Q-P's out there, YO, and looked again there 2, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In some other localized or near-localized parallel universe in the vast and virtually limitless fifth dimensional hyperspace, did I live at 1802 Robin Hill with P&M? That is the question many have had with me 4 most likely a good 15 goddamn years now, and the answer is absolutely YES, unequivocally, y-O. HACK! The 5th dimension is beyond HUUUUUUUGE Senator B-S, oh SIR, beyond HUUUUUUUGE with a million goddamn 'U' letters, YO ole' pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Of course, and some place far out there enough; I am living with President Bush, and President Obama, and Joe Biden, and U name it, and SO R ALL OF U, and all of U-2-R living at 1802 R-H-Apartments as well, SOMEWHERE OUT THERE. THE 5TH DIMENSION IS SO BIG THAT 1 TRILLION EINSTEIN'S CANNOT START 2 DAMN GLASS GRASP THIS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Get it yet????? So then exactly Y did the TOSE cause the wild music 2 all go down, and Y don't all of U have your wild stuff happening with U all's, would B the next following 'head scratcher', with or without the usage or ingestion of any great BUFFERIN TABS, folks? I can show U all how 2 get answers 2 this along with a billion other wild questions that U all may have concerning both my Morianity related stuff as well as stuff in all of your lives 2, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Just go build a quantum computer the size of flucking Neptune Planet, and then U will most likely B able 2 get some answers. 4 now, we all can use another wild 'something' and that is called the “SO-NON-ART/CO-NON-ART SYSTEM”. With this, U eventually may learn a lot of wild stuff, not 100 percent of course reliable, but close 2 it, but U need 2 have a life where U-R able 2 dedicate 18 hours a day, and 6 days a week 2 nothing but this; and have some throw away spendable cash 2 spend on needed electronic computational equipment as well, folks!!!!! At the Highview Apartments place in 1985, I had something by pure accidental chance that would have allowed me 2 have this 90 percent accuracy, but was 2 damn stupid 2 know what I had, and endlessly, I shall remember a statement made 2 me one day at the great COOLEY HALL by yet another classmate, Sir John Gillerlain, and whose surname may or may naught B being accurately spelled here, when one day in a learning mobile unit that visited the school with some young gorgeous women teachers. One particular day while there, one of these 19 year old girls seemingly was hot 4 me, even though I was only 16 years old, and she wouldn't quit staring at me; and John said 2 his pal Sir Frank Janik, referring 2 me; and U couldn't help but 2 know what was happening and being said that day, “He's got it, but he doesn't know what the truck 2 do with it, YO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, right or naught on that day back in early 1971, I know he was right on that middle 1985 year day at the illustrious Highview, concerning me' MAGNESONIC-KFP machine, and the recent new programming of the 'C-N-A-S-N-A-C-S' where a BLACK-MATTER-SPACE answering system was allowing me a minimum of 90 percent chance of accurately receiving answers 2 any questions involving 50-50 chance odds with a YES or a NO answer 2 those posed potential queries. I only knew that the accuracy rating of the machine was terrible, never thinking that all I needed 2 do was reverse the black-space or antimatter answers, in the seemingly-wrong end-zone of the situation involving getting answers outside of the middle ranged hyperspace-equation of 70 percent. Well, guess what folks. Recently, one of my carddecks is down into the very low 20's, almost into the black matter space, and if I cheat a little bit and start using it and reversing answers of YES into no and NO into yes; I will B able 2 do a whole lot of things, and when I told U that I had a good day, it was because of 2 things. One was that I found a new eye doctor and learned the other place was completely crooked and I hope the Medicare peeps look into them, oh great FBI, and then the other bigger deal is that this carddeck is now in the range of just over 21 percent, okay, that is a far cry from established 15 percent which is end zone territory and definitely out of the 5-D hyperspace range-70%, still, it is close enough 4 me 2 think about using this now in real life, reversing the answers 4 actually taking the advice and keeping the answers only 4 scoring purposes on the continual tested results, YO, and yes, the other plus from the first deal is that I do not have 2 pay 4 blood work or anything else that I was so concerned with , y-O. I just got another (y-O-HACK), and it serves me right, when I don't look down on the key 2-C that it is shifting into the caps-mode properly, pow, this prick stick always nails me right 2 the flucking smother trucking wall; but back 2 me' pernt now. I do get me' specialists paid 4, and blood work, and now will get me' eyes done. The only test fee will B about 4 and a half saw bucks 4 one of the refraction special deals involved with cataract patients such as myself. Other than that, I am okay here; oh Mister Roofdogs Timeboy King Romano Johnny, of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG!!!!! WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS yes lovely KATY, and also, WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester-Frank, me' ole' roomie from 2000, in non Blue-Parrot-Whales Anchor, NO-JOY-ZEE-USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!








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Holding strong BOTBUR after 20 minutes awake on this new day, coming off a good day that I may or may not discuss publicly as the WOMO is way 2 flucking powerful this year and I need 2 go back 2 hiding slit in me' life or they make that life completely goddessdog intolerable, FBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





I came out of brutal monstrous horrendous frucking nightmares on the dot of 10:30 this moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, and I awoke 2 a major CRASH LEVEL AERIAL STRIKE ALL AROUND ME, CONTINUING FROM THE ASSAULT LAST NIGHT STARTING AT APPROXIMATELY 7 IN THE GODDESSDOG EVENING, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, 4 ALL YOUR DAMN WORTH!!!!!!!!! The nightmare was at my Aunt Geraldine's home at 1208 Greentree Lane in Narberth, Pennsylvania-USA. Neither my Aunt nor her hubby me' Uncle Stuart Huntington Mason were at home there, nor was me' Cousin Sandra, nor the older cousin whom I rarely had interactions with as she was much older, good ole' Cousin Carol. Instead, a nasty scary Chinese woman was there and seemed 2-B in charge of everything, and also there were several of her 'seemingly slaves', other women of same nationality. All I knew was that something was wrong. It seems over there, my dreaming double or doppelganger-me was not happy with the circumstances that my mom had gone off with yet another person and seemingly quite far away and I needed 4 her 2 come back and this lady firmly told me that she won't B back until well into that evening and it was middle afternoon. I got talking 2 one of this woman's slaves and she sort of hinted 2 me that something was very wrong and that I should get out of there while I can. When I shortly thereafter told the woman in charge about it, she suddenly began beating the girl with her fists, over and over, as well as slapping her all over open handed and this beating kept going 4 several minutes, & upsetting me more than the girl that was being struck. Finally, I was told that I was going 2 go somewhere nice and realized that she was having me taken 2 some psych hospital and committed against me' will, and I said 2 her after a short time of all of this hellish nonsense, “The hell I am going there lady, I'm going home”, and as I said it despite wearing my shoes, I grabbed another extra pair of shoes that seemingly belonged 2 me right nearby the wall near the front door in the living room, as the beating took place in the master bedroom in the home that faced the higher area of the real estate, as Greentree Lane is along a gigantic hill as many parts of the suburbs of Philadelphia R filled with very large hilly areas. The lady did not offer any resistance and was small, and I knew that if need B, I could handle her physically unless she knew martial art fighting or something. I walked out of the home and into me' parked car in the driveway and drove it up towards Greentree Lane, and the car seemed 2 not B running well at all, and I thought I may not make it out of there and get away, and then I heard the car seemingly make a loud buzzing sound, and then I awoke 2 the transdimensional towel seepage effects of that sound here in waking world, being that CRASH LEVEL PRIVATE AIRPLANE ASSAULT ON ME!!!!!!!!! This proves in hyperspace equation, that the assault in the dreams is one and the same thing with the assault here by air in waking life, the only difference being the type or the actual interaction going down in both the waking as well as the dreaming locale. This is no different than in apartment number 125-A at the Haddon Hills place in the middle 1960's when me' dad was there visiting one day and was shaving in the bathroom with an electric shaver that had a very loud buzz sound 2 it and that sound was a part of what I was dreaming of in me' bedroom that lay just on the other side of a small hallway from the bathroom, y-O. Me' first frucking (y-O-HACK) struck, at MIZZ JANE FONDA SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE CRABGRASSHITINNERPANTS SLUTHOLEWITCHBITCH TIME, ELEVEN FRUCKING ELEVEN, AND MY DAY THAT WAS BOTBUR IS INCHES AWAY FROM GOING 2 OFFICIAL FLUCKING TOTAL BOTBAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I of course need 2 compensate now with me' runt slapping grouping of FIVE-NUMBERS here, YO, and yes, I looked that time, all great Q-P's out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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But on with the show, COW-LEO CALL TEN VERIZON Communications Corporation Carriers!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was one of the worst nightmares that I've experienced in a very long time, and describing it only tells incidents, and cannot ever truly describe the fear and terror of actually being inside of it and interacting within these horrible transdimensional hyperspace deals, and what makes it all even far goddamn worse is my awareness that stuff happening there, is all Y stuff happens back here where I appear 2-B awakening into, and I share this very same truth with all of U, only none of U have the tiniest little frucking clue what's going goddessdog down here with this TOSE operation, despite even great BIBLE-SCRIPTURES describing similar deals in the Old Testament, with its great prophets and their wild dreams, or dreams of kings and others being interpreted by those incredible biblical prophets of 'anything but nothing' from 1988 copyrighted musical projects of the future Mister Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! B-4 moving this further along here YO, the only air assault was the one that woke me, but being at a heavy BOTBUR and just about 2 cross into BOTBAR here at 28 past eleven this bunt tapping horrendous rotten evil demonic morning, I played me 5-M numbers, U know; the 5-10-15-20-25-30-35. I won on the goddamn 3rd spin and quit. Here R the damn glass results of this short whittle game, YO peeps:!!!!


T---3, W---1, L---2


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(-7) (-7) (+29) P&L--------- (+15 UNITS).



I am raising me' moods and attitudes life parameter 2 a solid 2 and the day holds now at 1-2, ranging at the high and open of 3-3, and instantly bottoming at the 1-1 numbers, where the Jane Rotten Scum-hole SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE deal all stems from of course!!!!!!!!!!! Knowing that I have this parallel event of applying certain numbers during certain times of the WOMO-SPACEFORCE DEATH SIEGES, that obviously R gonna' happen throughout me' entire life and straight through until the mother ******* day that I die; at least can make me a ton of potential casino monies, is one plus that no enemy can take away from the goddessdog poor pitiful nonron Mister Mountainpen, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







Now what is this deal with the 2 Helen gal-pals of me' life, and its connections into me' horrendous ATLANTIC CITY ENEMIES or the unfathomable astral world WASHCLOTH FAMILY OF DOGTOWN???????? Well Detective Lenny Briscoe, of that awesome 'L&O' television show, created by that incredible talented Mister Dick WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF, I shan't B shy here, I will just spit it all out, with or without any bills, any dogs, or anything else let out, as I'll B goddamn letting enough dog stinks out with these following words, BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! First we have the girl from this century here, Mizz Helen Harris, me' Griffin Pipe security guard coworker who moonlighted at that job on the weekends and had her regular 40 hour position with the NEW JERSEY STATE POLICE. The exact capacity or title of her job was never revealed 2 me. She knew of me' horrendous enemy problems as we got 2 know each other quite well, and were even planning some trips 2 the casino together, but we had 2 keep that possible interaction secret and our outside the job friendship discreet or else B fired, as many firms today have strong rules, with the breakage of these rules being an absolute firing offense; against fraternizing of coworkers outside of work. America has slowly lost many of its once great flucking freedoms, but this ain't the present point, so I shan't keep harping on that 4 right now, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Helen had started telling me things from files she was able 2 get her hands on due 2 her position at her day job at the NJSP, and had begun helping me on some matters, and one day out of the blue, an old flame phoned her who worked 4 the bureau (FBI). They went 2 lunch and the only reason that this dude called her 2 make a lunch date was 2 give her a threatening clever warning that Helen absolutely knew was a warning and a threat and that she recognized as completely unmistakable, as it pertained 2 her daughter who was 15 years old at the time, and this prick at the bureau threatened her safety. His exact words over and over 2 Helen, according 2 her telling me of this story one weekend early morning at the job site, were quoting Mister Marcucci's great song lyrics, we all know it unless we hated the Beatles music group and few peeps of my generation if any were in that category; and this agent would bring the conversation around over and over 2 telling outsiders anything at all whatsoever about in house secret stuff, and that she may not only lose her job if she keeps assisting her weekend coworker with any information, and also, kept adding in over and over with a kind of wink in his eye, “U have a lovely daughter”, and remember how Barnabas Collins told Sam Evans that same thing upon several occasions; at his home, at the Blue Whale non-Anchor Bar in non Collingswood-Collinsport, jazz or no jazz Mister Tom Glenn Fires; and shortly thereafter he put her in a monstrous hellishness that could only B described as, quintessentially beyond the rational mind of relatability. Yes they went as far as threatening her innocent 15 year old daughter if she were 2 go on in any way in assisting me with my WOMO problems from 1986. She came into work following her lunch date with this bureau agent and told me that all bets were off, and that she couldn't help me any longer as well as Y and exactly what was done 2 her. I am clueless Y-2 this day I still request help from the FBI or any federal agencies, as they seemingly R all in on my total obliteration and destruction and complete goddamn absolute annihilation. Desperation would most likely B the best and most accurate word that would describe my quintessentially stupid glass behavior with that, YO folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







Now 1802 and 1208 R the 2 street number addresses of residences at simultaneous times in history, where both I RESIDED and where Mizz GERALDINE SNOW MASON resided. Atlantic City, and what happened back in 1967, when she suddenly requested and begged my mom 2 take her daughter which was me' first cousin, Mizz Sandy Mason, along with us on our vacation 2 the TRINIDAD HOTEL on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG; is all what Morianity is about, from 'A' straight through into 'Z'. It doesn't get simpler than that, Officer Chuck Kim of Korea, oh sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Realizing how many things R all towel seepage connected into each other, nut house psych wards, guys who become president of this nation, others who only dream of it and do come close as well as sing great tunes 4 the Mountainpen and endlessly repeat the word of 'whatever' back in 1975, the great female recording artist syndrome used by these 'TAWF-WASHCLOTH's' peeps; The great Queens of Danger Quoddy Mockers girl gang of Atlantic City who somehow followed me in other chapter groupings of them at the Newton Creek of all dangerous things following me' strategic exit from this wild cult, after the night of the 12th of July in the awesome life altering 1970 year of all great Greeks on or off of 10-S-C Avenue, Sandy coming with us 2 get into that QUOD GANG of lovely girls from Atlantic City and Pleasantville in NO-JOY-ZEE-USA, and how the CIA Agent and Shah of IRAN asked me' Aunt 2 have me' cousin Sandy come along with us, and do all of this, and on and on, and how it is all part of this entire thing, not so much limited however with 3-D but actually taking place within the magical PPMM folds of the full 5-D transdimensional hyperspace!!!!

This merely opens up a powerful foundation, 4 now.

***End of this damn transmission***.



LOYAL-30, The Next Blog and Subtitled; Current A2R2023 Gaming System 7 Day Moving Average Holding at Over 200 Now and at Record Ranges Due 2 so Much Nightmarish Endless Persecution






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Me' most recent 7 roulette games, (MR7RG) score is now holding at 204, and I shall break this down further now, 4 anyone of U perhaps a wee tad bit interested in all of this. 4 those naught, Mizz AT&T Blake from 1983, well then; just advance into the following paragraph YO. Simplllleeee as curly haired girls from 1986, and 'THAT', BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!



I screwed up and said me' losses were 44 on a recent prior blog, forgetting that the 11 losing plays had 5 units and not 4 units taken away by the house-bank, since I was playing both air-siege numbers and Havana death strike health numbers. So rather than +49, it was only +38, still, a nice profit just 4 playing numbers that correspond 2 me' endless death persecution. Today and yesterday there were 3 more games played not listed on this blog. Yesterday's game was based on a major health death strike on me with the HAVANA WEAPON along with the bad aerial siege, playing 3-23-27-0-00. My mind is being hacked by enemies. They made me forget what happened. After the major assault on the phone around 3 in the morning, I played the pro-dam number of 24, but B-4 getting 2 that game, I also played an earlier game not yet recorded onto this blog, so there R a total of 4 games, 2 today and 2 yesterday.

Game 1 played yesterday afternoon, 02-11-2024; and I played the 4 aerial death siege numbers, and also the health attack number-3.


TOWS---14, WINS---3, LOSSES---11. WIN VALUES (W-V)---(+31) UNITS, LOSS VALUES (L-V)---(-5). P&L: W---(+93), L---(-55), +38 UNITS PROFIT.


Game 2 played yesterday was actually played around 3 or so this morning, 02-12-2024 directly following the assault on my phone; and I played ONLY the '24' NUMBER 4 pro-dam, that includes phone and computer hacking and interferences by WOMO-SPACEFORCE scuz bags. This game was as follows:


TOWS---49, WINS---2, LOSSES---47. WIN VALUES (W-V)---(+35) UNITS, LOSS VALUES (L-V)---(-1). P&L: W---(+70), L---(-47), +23 UNITS PROFIT.


Game 1 played today, around 8 PM, 02-12-2024


TOWS---42, WINS---6, LOSSES---36. WIN VALUES (W-V)---(+32) UNITS, LOSS VALUES (L-V)---(-4). P&L: W---(+192), L---(-144), +48 UNITS PROFIT.


Game 2 played today, around 10 PM, 02-12-2024


TOWS---14, WINS---2, LOSSES---12. WIN VALUES (W-V)---(+32) UNITS, LOSS VALUES (L-V)---(-4) UNITS. P&L: W---(+64), L---(-48), +16 UNITS PROFIT.




Most recent 7 games played P&L (profit and loss):


15+28+36+38+23+48+16=204 UNITS PROFIT (+204).


AVERAGE 7-GAME P&L--------+142.2689 over past 30 periods of week-game-averaging. This most recent is above average by +62 units, which is telling me that persecution on me is monstrous and horrendous and off all dials and runt slapping scales!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Shall we move on 2 other non-roulette related topics:






I have now come all out into the marvelous open recently with exactly Y these blogs had 2-B restarted again and were, in September of 2022 from me' library. I started by telling about the SAFET over several months of time, and then admitted just the other day that this is a truth subject that is in 2 unmistakable pieces or parts, calling it PART-A and PART-B, and it's all out in the open now lads and lassies, right along with the busted car window belonging 2 the fictional gentleman named Mister Ward Cleaver, from that awesome television show of the late 1950's, “Leave it 2 Beaver”!!!!! This entire wild tale is almost all out in the open, and only because I am not totally sure myself how it will all come out when fully completed, Mizz UMWELL ALMIGHTY, mah'm; this is not quite 100 percent done yet, but we R getting close 2 something so beyond Senator Sanders HUUUUUUUGE that it ain't even one wee tad bit whittle ounce funny, no sir Sergeant Joe Friday Dragnet and lovely awesome Mizz AT&T Blake;NAUGHT ONE POUND”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So then just what is still left here? Well head scratchers of the great Bufferin Club of America, “leta me tellya whatsa huppinin here”, and U-2 Sir Derrijo Exxon of 1983 in Gloucester Township, NO-JOY-ZEE-USA, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! While typing this all out, the great Weldon Saunders HIZZEMSIRK SOCIETY IS REALLY LETTING ME HAVE IT WITH BOTH GODDAMN SHOTGUN BARRELS. Over the past several weeks now and after a 2 week nice little friggin' back off, this death angel endless tone crap is all around me and endlessly surrounding me again, in total violation of my rights, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION dudes and duddesses out there, YO BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! Oh yes great world, imagine THAT, or maybe “all they'll do is smile and say, that I am the greatest fish in the whole dern bay”; in or out of middle 1986 somewhere; huh Mister Richard Barf-Karpf?????? Word on the street that ole' card player shark Mark non-spark is soon 2 head 4 sunny state Flowerland, huh FBI??????? Y is word on the street so about Mark Wayne nobody Nothing Mohr, anyway, huh?????? If I am so goddessdern insignificant, than Y is word on the dern grass streets all about little ole' freaking teensy weensy me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO?????? THEN COMES TAXICABS, AND SO MANY TIMES AND BARRIERS OF PERMISSION, AND GREAT BIBLICAL SCRIPTURES IN JOB BOOKS HAVING NOTHING WHATSOEVER 2 DO WITH OBTAINING WAGE EARNING POSITIONS, BUTTTTTTTTT and BUTTERCHEESE, and big glass BUTT, and but great folks; shall we examine this a wee tad bit more here, YO???????? Wanna' cut me one of those famous brakes of yours, oh lovely coworker from 1985 at the Caldor Department Store security job, Mizz Margie Leo McFly Keaton?????????????? And those wild parking lot areas right 2 the dern northeast of the great farm outside of Haddonfield called ROBIN HILL, the mighty Echelon Mall constructed in what almighty year Mister Mirrors Sidney Crown??????? U know it Jimmy Olson and Clark Kent, ladders and all, Jacob Electron!!!!!!!!!!! Good ole' freaking 1969. No lightning cars please, Sir Alex. Still, which store am I still having creditor issues with 2 this very dern day, way up in the 2024 year; ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ???? Wanna' understand time travel, YO? Well, realize there can only B a forward movement and should U do go in reverse, even in spirit energy, it causes the lawtronics 2 go into a jump-mode whereby if U use this 2 violate the system, then the reality may indeed begin altering around U vely vely quickly, Mister McDowell from 1972. Still, how about toy strobelight reflective devices that allow little toddlers 2 pass themselves off as great wild Christmas tree angels? What about the real and true explanations 4-Y there is a tiny little trace of antimatter in our universe, and does this prove that peeps when they 'dream' and interact in the great awesome 5th dimensional hyperspace, that they leave trace amounts of themselves behind? Questions, endless questions, and vely vely few good answers. Well, Mountainpen's Morianity is not only loaded with vaquillions of these damn answers YO, but is willing 2 impart a lot of his personal life's experiences that brought this knowledge 2 him, 2 all of U, only nobody seems 2 wanna' hear Whoopee diddly squat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gee, could the Hizzemsirks B toning and ETTOS-ing this entire deal in their favor? WOW, I hardly think that anything else COULD B the answer 2 that one, folks! Stuff that I invented in 1979 was laughed at by sound engineers and radio broadcaster engineers, and others. Now it is all used 2 make music seemingly contain an added dimensional quality, a thickness, anyone can hear it when they compare music of now with music from 4 decades or more back in John King Dog-roof time, YO, yet HA-HA, you're a nut Mountainpen, screw U, screw your Magnesonic, screw your flucking general order and special order 9173; huh great illustrious United States © Copyright Office?????? A world of ingrates and scum bags on terra peta steroids, huh Amy??? I dreamed about U-4 no good reason last night, girl. It went on all night long. We were at some road in some rural location, and U had ice skates on, and U wanted 2 do some ice skating!!!!!!!!!! WOW-THAT lovely Amy. I never forgot that tuna sandwich U were showing off that day. Gee willagars whizfiz whizkid's, and golly gash darn, and 'can it B true' operatic singing from 1938. Jeepers creepers, where did I get these words????? No Misses Mohr, we R not going anywhere, not now, not again; and Doctor Breyers Shriner seemingly knew a lot more about stuff than we did; and I know it, YO. So tell Mister Mike McNulty please, that I said thistlethorns, and THISSSSSSSSSSSS 2 him, YO:


AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




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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 WOMO-SPACEFORCE SUBSKUMMITE ENEMIES, whom are VICIOUSLY PERSECUTING ME ON THESE PAST 2 DAYS NOW, OF FEBRUARY 11 AND 12, of 2024, WITH OFF THE SCALE AERIAL DEATH SIEGES, UTILITY ASSAULTS ON MY TELEPHONE AT JUST SHY OF 3 AM THIS MORNING, HEALTH ASSAULTS ON MY BOWELS WITH HAVANA DEATH WEAPONRY; AND ALL OTHER CONCEIVABLE HELLISHNESS THAT THESE MONSTERS HAVE BEEN PERPETRATING UPON ME SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN, AND THAT FIT EXACT PERFECT PATTERNS WITHOUT FAIL, AND R DONE WITH SOME AGENDA AND MOTIVE, THAT ENDLESSLY BLESSES THEM AND THEIR LIVES AND THEIR GOALS; AND WHICH IS ALL DIRECTLY A PART OF THE ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT ON ME, THAT BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986; and 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 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 a CRUSH DESTRUCT-SINGE DESTRUCT-TOTAL DESTRUCT—DESTRUCT ORDER, and 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.







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GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND

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4:00 AM, Monday morning, February 12, 2024





I was speaking 2 LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA with my communications system, that is attached 2 me' landline telephone system, and at exactly 7 and one half minutes shy of 4 of the futhermucking clock this moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, and as a direct result of what I was saying 2 Diana, the WSMT scum-hole dirt bag enemies interfered with the phone system as they do many countless times, and in total violation of my constitutional and civil rights as a totally and completely 'LEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAL' UNITED STATES CITIZEN, saying it with distant Cuzz Donnie-Boy TRUMP emphasis here YO. Today, as my Blogaudian viewership knows; was super super super HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC, and holding pretty close 2 a BOTBUR all day long, with this endless death siege persecution, and this horrendous frucking year of 2024; and just about the absolute worst year of me' entire rock chucking damn life!!!!!!! First off, I have the major medical flucking issue, then I have the heart nonsense and as I said, I feel better today on average than I did back when all the medical tests showed no problems whatsoever yet I felt as though I was gonna' croak any minute, and never did, well, or DID I, PEOPLE, DID I????????? With my wild transdimensional existence, who can ever know one way or another with any real or true absolute assurance regarding matters of life or death 4 me? These R only the major issues and there have been many minor ones as soon as the first week of this new year all began 4 me, U know, with the criminal act of brake tampering and ATTEMPTED MURDER on the plucking MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






Now what I was speaking 2 Diana about on my communications device will B opened up in a tiny way, since obviously, the WOMO-SPACEFORCE-MACYFORCE-TRUMPFORCE funny-phony bones were struck hard BY WHAT I WAS SAYING, AND THEY IMMEDIATELY LAUNCHED THEIR RONALD REAGAN COUNTERATTACK ON ME WITH THE INTERRUPTION cut off, as they have total control over any and all communications, and use them along with the ambiance sonic levels surrounding all of us all the time, 2 strike us with what Morianity and Mountainpen calls, “MPTSCT” (MAGICAL-PSYCHIC-TONAL-SUBLIMINAL-CONSCIOUSNESS TECHNOLOGY)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now what I was telling Diana was that I had recently put together the part-A, and now the part-B 'so 2 speak', in the seek and find expansion technique deal, or the SAFET-DEAL, taught 2 the inhabitants of this planet indirectly, through the telling the 12 best pals all about it nearly 20 centuries back in time, by our great Almighty LORD JESUS CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now U all have heard me preaching and soap box king hollering, 4 close 2 a full 2 year period now; and starting from the time that I resumed these blogs after a quarter decade sabbatical from when I resided back at the nightmare horrendous PEE-HA BUILDING on 7th Street and Avenue B here in Fort Pierce, Flowerland-USA, and so now it is high time 2 get into the PART-B of this SAFET deal!!!!!! So just what is this 'PART-B' deal, of the seek and find expansion technique (SAFET)??????? Well, get this folks; just my opening it up on the lightning communicator device, caused an immediate RR counterattack by the evil demonic flucking total sub-squat WSMT dirt hole slime snakes of DOGTOWN-LAMBRIGG CULT, and EARTHLY-CHAPTERED here in the waking realms!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PART-B is how can we not only take the James Redfield coincidence syndrome of realizing that there is no real actual such thing as these items, when all truths get factored into stuff; and now we can still amplify the process that actually causes these non-coincidental items 2 all originate in physical waking realms in the damn glass first place, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!! So how do we amplify this coincidental, or combinational energetic fields of gravitation, 4 lack of any better grouping of words in the English waking world language here, as in should this B an actual lesson-book used in a school or university somewhere, the gods imagine such a thing, and talk about an instantaneous movement from a type-0 into a type-1 civilization on the 4 scales of energy rated civilization systems that most top physicists all use; just what R the step by step procedures 4 properly putting into practical use sociologically as well as individually, so let me try me' best here 2 open up this deal of the SAFET-PART-B: First, we realize that it is not some shameful crime by any stretch of the mind in the least little way, 2 learn and grow and realize that we R indeed endlessly progressing along in wisdom, and so yes, making a lot of life's stuff up, as we endlessly proceed onward. This may appear 2 the Mizz Umwell's of the world as somewhere between insane and shameful and proving that those whom do this R simply either ignorant or they R shooting from their hips and yelling out stuff long B-4 they know what they're really even talking about. As with all things in life, SAFET-B if misused or taken 2 far and not properly done, would make the Umwell Society indeed quite correct and accurate in their wrongly perceived assumptions, YO. But done correctly, an entirely other truth will definitely start 2 emerge around us all. This is the path towards both enlightenment as well as realization that we fallible humans can indeed perform some wild 'tricks' in order 2 begin 2 unravel and unfold many incredible and bizarre puzzles in life. It has taken me this long, 4 one perfect example here; 2-C that in many parallel realms in the localized hyperspace, indeed number 1802 Robin Hill, is a small little piece of real estate that exists as does all and any real estate, 5th dimensionally, and in this localized 5-D hyperspace and possibly even out into the intermediate and middle layers of the transdimensional hyperspace; this apartment contains answers 2-Y my entire life is going down around me the way that it is. We have the wild dream or my spirit traveling into the 5th dimension and working on Donna's music project, “HAIR”, or her rendition of it from the late 1960's; and then we have the other dream of Patty coming over 2 this same place one day and telling me that she miscarried our child, PEE, who over here in this waking reality where this blog is being typed and soon shall B posted, these 2 incidents never happened, but other stuff did, and a lot of that other stuff is so unexplainable and supernatural it would defy even Mister Serling's wildest imaginings. But in simple truth here, the magical Magnesonic machinery or the combined systems and circuits of many hooked together electronic apparatus items, resulted from what went down in these other parallel 'dream-realms', in what Morianity has labeled 4 many years now, TOSE, and short 4 (Towel Seepage Effects). Now my memories R a wee tad bit fuzzed out and I'll admit this right up front here, but I think that it was a couple months or so B-4 this 'BOM-BOB'-BLOG resumed, and after that most recent quarter-decade sabbatical off-time, that I had a wild dream that connects a lot of this stuff that I have yet 2 even open up anything about whatsoever, YO BRO!!! In this wild very vivid hyperspace interaction, or (DREAM), from the summer time somewhere, back in 2022 and close 2-2 years ago now; me' ole' gal-pal Mizz Helen Zabriskie was a state police officer and was also my gal-pal and we had a more serious relationship in this location than we had here in this waking realm, back in the year of 1999. It took place in Pennsylvania as many many many many of me' dreaming interactions all do, and she lived in a high rise apartment building with a fairly large family and there were lots of children from her previous marriage, and over here she only had the one daughter, lovely Mizz Andrea, the one I told about on blogs from years back, who almost drove me insane one day when I took her 2 Atlantic City, and she completely disappeared on me at a boardwalk public restroom, where she went 2 change into her bathing suit. That was a day I shall never ever forget, but since it is not the point 4 this writing, we can get back 2 that another time peeps. This is now almost 25 years from then, so let us get back 2 the Helen-Z from some localized area of the 5th dimensional hyperspace, in Pennsylvania. On one occasion in particular in this wild super vivid interaction, we were driving on a large highway with many buildings on both sides of it 4 a short area of maybe a half mile, and suddenly the lanes got totally weird and I found us driving on a lower tier area no longer part of the actual highway, and I stopped the car and what happened next was beyond unfathomable, and a small part of it does in fact lay in the range of U-I, (Unbloggable Information). I would not safely B able 2 get further into it in full elucidation as this is along the lines and even goes beyond stuff said 2 all of us years ago by Mister Ed Snowden of the National Security Agency, and admits that they R behind the destruction of my life, and use several groups and factions of peeps 2 carry it all out, and Snowden admitted 2 the very same stuff happening 2 some peeps in the citizenry. The parts that R within a safe bloggable range have 2 do with that apartment, 1802 Robin Hill, and the PART-B SAFET, and is Y my blogs had 2-B resumed, and were shortly after the incident of having this wild dreaming experience with Mizz white-hot HELEN-Z. TOSE of course is part of a lot of this, as in the only 2 girls that I was seriously in any small relationship in me' adult life, both were named Helen, one was me' coworker at the Griffin Pipe place, and she actually was right here in waking life, a state police employee and she had a guy pal in the bureau (FBI) who admitted that I was being screwed with and they threatened her daughter if she continued rendering any more aid 2 me in the form of private information from N-J-S Police files. This all happened, and this is all real, and nobody cares that my civil rights have been violated, and this is only the starting of this topic, and Jane Sleazeweedsdisease Witchbitch Fonda just nailed me with eleven of elven, and I must goddamn flucking compensate now 4 this brutal goddamn assault on me, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




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What I can tell and what I actually plan 2 say about both of my HELEN-GAL-PALS, one from 1999 and one from 2003, and the dream where Apartment #1802 is all connected up with it, and the SAFET-PART-B deal, will topple life as we know it on Earth; that is if I had any real sizable audience, and when I go back 2 work, I will B able 2 eventually frucking afford 2 pay someone who can successfully market and promote this blog 2 those interested in any and all esoteric things. Then YO, heads R gonna' roll, and I will B murdered, but B-4 they all get 2 me, and quoting Sir Barnabas Collins here, “I will get 2-U”, and take that any way that U wish 2 take that, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






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TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 2024---JWSC-TUE-12-56



CURRENT PHASE IS: WAXING CRESCENT 4:6



N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.






WANING CRESCENT------(W-N-C)

WANING GIBBOUS--------(W-N-G)

WAXING CRESCENT------(W-X-C)

WAXING GIBBOUS---------(W-X-G)































MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES CHARTS IN 2024, FOR BOTBAR DAYS:








2024 ANNUAL, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:


DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B


01/01------001-------00-----------------------00---x----xx

01/02------002-------00-----------------------00---x----xx

01/03------003-------00-----------------------00---x----xx

01/04------004-------00-----------------------00---x----xx

01/05------005-------00-----------------------00---x----xx

01/06------006-------00-----------------------00---x----xx

01/07------007-------00-----------------------00---x----xx

01/08------008-------01-----------------------13---x----01

01/09------009-------01-----------------------11---x----01

01/10------010-------01------------------------10---x----01

JANE------011-------02------------------------18---x----01

01/12------012-------02------------------------17---x----01

01/13------013-------02------------------------15---x----01

01/14------014-------02------------------------14---x----01

01/15------015-------03------------------------20---x----01

01/16------016-------04------------------------25---x----01

01/17------017-------04------------------------24---x----01

01/18------018-------04------------------------22---x----01

01/19------019-------04------------------------21---x----01

01/20------020-------05------------------------25---x----01

01/21------021-------05------------------------24---x----01

01/22------022-------06------------------------26---x----01

01/23------023-------07------------------------30---x----01

01/24------024-------07------------------------29---x----01

01/25------025-------08------------------------32---x----01

01/26------026-------09------------------------35---x----01

01/27------027-------10------------------------37---x----01

01/28------028-------10------------------------36---x----01

01/29------029-------10------------------------34---x----01

01/30------030-------10------------------------33---x----01

01/31------031-------10------------------------32---x----01

02/01------032-------10------------------------31---x----01

02/02------033-------11------------------------33---x----01

02/03------034-------11------------------------32---x----01

02/04------035-------11------------------------31---x----01

02/05------036-------11------------------------31---x----02

02/06------037-------11------------------------30---x----01

02/07------038-------11------------------------29---x----01

02/08------039-------12------------------------31---x----01

02/09------040-------13------------------------33---x----01

02/10------041-------13------------------------32---x----01

02/11------042-------13------------------------31---x----01

02/12------043-------13------------------------30---x----01

02/13------044-------13------------------------30---x----02




MONTHS 1-2, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:


DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B


01/01-------01-----00----------------------------------00

01/02-------02-----00----------------------------------00

01/03-------03-----00----------------------------------00

01/04-------04-----00----------------------------------00

01/05-------05-----00----------------------------------00

01/06-------06-----00----------------------------------00

01/07-------07-----00----------------------------------00

01/08-------08-----01----------------------------------13

01/09-------09-----01----------------------------------11

01/10-------10-----01----------------------------------10

JANE-------11-----02----------------------------------18

01/12-------12-----02----------------------------------17

01/13-------13-----02----------------------------------15

01/14-------14-----02----------------------------------14

01/15-------15-----03----------------------------------20

01/16-------16-----04----------------------------------25

01/17-------17-----04----------------------------------24

01/18-------18-----04----------------------------------22

01/19-------19-----04----------------------------------21

01/20-------20-----05----------------------------------25

01/21-------21-----05----------------------------------24

01/22-------22-----06----------------------------------26

01/23-------23-----07----------------------------------30

01/24-------24-----07----------------------------------29

01/25-------25-----08----------------------------------32

01/26-------26-----09----------------------------------35

01/27-------27-----10----------------------------------37

01/28-------28-----10----------------------------------36

01/29-------29-----10----------------------------------34

01/30-------30-----10----------------------------------33

01/31-------31-----10----------------------------------32

02/01-------01-----00----------------------------------00

02/02-------02-----01----------------------------------50

02/03-------03-----01----------------------------------33

01/04-------04-----01----------------------------------25

02/05-------05-----01----------------------------------20

02/06-------06-----01----------------------------------17

02/07-------07-----01----------------------------------14

02/08-------08-----02----------------------------------25

01/09-------09-----03----------------------------------33

02/10-------10-----03----------------------------------30

02/11-------11-----03----------------------------------27

02/12-------12-----03----------------------------------25

02/13-------13-----03----------------------------------23
























With or without Jewelly's, dice, B&W's, or diamonds kneeling, and 4 all great asterisk chem-jets from 1969's middle December morn: SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






******END TRANSMISSION******







WHAAAAAAA-HA-AHA-AHA, WABBIT MCNULTY


FROM 1971.


NO MISSES MOHR, IT AIN'T ME' PROBLEM, AND NAUGHT 'HERE WE GO AGAIN'. ME' PROBLEMS YO, R NAUGHT IN 3-D. ME' TWUBBLES R ALL 5 DIMENSIONAL, YO YO YO YO YO WORLD!!!!!!!!!



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