MORIANITY
PART 5
CHAPTER
#00107
11:59
ANTE' MERIDIAN, WEDNESDAY MORNING
19
JUNE, 2013, and BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
The
day is starting out real nasty for me. I had horrible nightmares all
night long, except for being with ISIS for a short while as she met
me in a parallel universe, coming to me as an incredibly beautiful
young tall dark haired girl, but so many bad things were all around
me, and again, people were trying to get me put into jail. This has
been going on since 1977 when these nightmares all began about going
to jail. I've never ever been in jail, and this totally fucking
sucks.
What
also sucks are nasty fire alarms, that as I speak, the one that
started a quarter hour or so ago, is now deactivated by the Fort
Pierce Fire Company. There was some weird talking outside of my door
after I awoke and before the fire alarm began sounding. My nose is
stuffy and swallowing is extra difficult, even though for me it never
is a walk in the park or a day in the beach to begin with, ever since
more than 30 years ago, actually 30 and one twenty-fourth years ago,
give or take a fraction, back in the days of renting the Jerry Pliner
home at 134 Norris Avenue that now those garbage Durham's all own all
of the property and are one big ugly powerful New Jersey family, as
are so many other ones scattered all over the place, and in some way,
all a part of my LIFE NIGHTMARE, one fucking cunt lapping way or
another, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This
fucking dog shit about trying to get me into jail, is like many other
recurring nightmares throughout my life, all using full and 100%
human and forward-mortal language and lingo here. The last episode
right here in 2013, was earlier this year with those fucking flags
and the prosecutor Wirtz, and that was one hell of a soul sucking
experience. Then other recurring shit all my life, was the Egg
Harbor, New Jersey school, the being back at 125-A Haddon Hill
apartments, in Westmont, New Jersey actually living there again,
fully remembering all the other times in dreams where I was dreaming
only this time, as Donna Summer quoted me verbatim on her 1989 record
album from knowing very well that I used to say this over my bugged
telephone so many times, see how now the stories finally are jiving
up with current events reality, but yes, I said, “This time I knew
it really was happening to me, and all those other times were just
dreams”. JANE FUCKING WHORE FONDA just got me at eleven eleven this
fucking cunt morning, this is just about to fucking go BOTBAR NOW,
AGAIN, ON THIS DAY, AS JUST ABOUT ALL FUCKING JUNE DAYS HAVE NOW, YO
YO!!
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IS EQUAL TO WHO GIVES A RATS DAM FREAKING ASS? JUST ALLOW ME PLEASE
TO STARE AT THESE COMPENSATING LOVELY DAM ASS FIVES, THANK YOU MISTER
ROBERTSON!
PREDICTION,
DOW UP 400 POINTS TODAY, AND UP 3000 POINTS ON THE WEEK, AND UP 7000
POINTS THIS MONTH.
Well,
this is the fucking shit that can be expected, when you or really, I,
am dealing with eternal Weena's! Say what Dawn and Daddy Sleeptalker?
Well, mother at the end was Sleepwalker, so they ended up fucking
being great soul mates after all, wow,
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!
What
nobody is aware of, is that huge things are around the corner, and is
why the stock market is whip sawing and see sawing back and forth,
like 50 powerful men playing Tug-Of-War, with 25 men on each side
holding the rope. Eventually, one side will prove a little stronger.
This is not just something recently beginning, and is more like
something recently ending, a long journey, just about to be
completed, only it still is not over, as the traveler may have been
gone a million years and came from the distant stars, but home is yet
an hour away, and robbers and murderers still await him along the
roadway near to his home, and at any second, can finish this poor
bastard off in one mighty fell fucking swoop. ?this is not some
philosophy, and it certainly ain't poetry, so forget Shakespeare or
Romeo and Juliet, or even similar names, this is DEAD FUCKING SERIOUS
BULLSHIT, whether or not any of you are getting it yet or not, and
very soon, you may just be going, oh yeah, that little fucking
bastard said all that back on the cunt eating thirteenth night in
June, and wow, now look at shit. That;s all you fucking need to know,
great folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No this is not
the crazy rantings of lunatic Mountainpen or even the nightly
resurrections of Roseann Delaney or the one time resurrection of the
great Lord and Master King Akoslem, also known as (AKA) Jesus Christ.
Without delving too deeply into anything in particular in order to
safeguard great things as much as is humanly Pennock-possible, I will
only say this. The WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE woke me up very very very
Hurricane Ingrid ill this morning with a sore throat so bad I wanted
to punch a mother fucking hole in my wall. After lots of lozenge
tablets and chewing on Buffered Aspirin for most of the day, I AM OK
now, but I AM NOT ICY ISIS, lost in time, or chillier than an ice
machine, with or without any Trinity chemtrails, hotels, machines
filled with ice cubes, balconies to be dangled off of, or curly
haired lost daughters of Carlisle Avenue, huh Ron Bustrips Wirtz, of
the Camden County, New Jersey, Prosecutor's Office? Oh sir, I did
plenty of legwork, as you so instructed me to do back in the mother
fucking rotten middle nineteen-nineties, YO YO YO YO and not bounced
around from town to town, or other such 1988 copyrighted shit in my
fucking ass name! Ga'hed, say it Dad and Dawn-Marie,
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT! Ga'hed, Mike McNulty, laugh out loud,
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA! Morons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You all think
you have all of the answers to everything. Even Einstein was totally
fucking clueless about how to beat Roulette, using parallel event,
time's reflection, and just why it makes sentient beings aware to
roughly 400 tiny instant little pieces, each and every minute of the
clock while they are in hyperspace. Wanna' really know a fucked up
secret, not that anyone out here's gonna' fucking believe a dam ass
word I say, BRO? This great man was unable to perform many simple
tasks, including the tying of shoelaces until his fifteenth birthday,
and even then, there are photographs of his shoes tied all his life,
in loose knots, rather than bows. He, like me, was great at being
able to see obvious things all around us that for reasons too lengthy
and complicated, seem to elude the 99.999999999% of most sentient
persons in hyperspace, or waking mortal tangible an material life. He
was not all that good in math, and had many persons in his early
days, helping him to actually physically work out into equations, all
his ideas about the cosmos. When they seemed to fit together, he had
the opposite thing happen to him that happens to me, a total 180
concentrically persisting reality from that of freaking ass mine. All
his helpers vanished into obscurity, and he was left as the great
publisher and total creator of the ''theory of general and special
relativity''. This is the total opposite, and the entire Copyright
Office and legal system of the UNITED
STATES LIBRARY OF CONGRESS KNOWS THIS PERFECTLY TOTALLY
WELL; and that is for just one example, the project called Billy
Harner 2000. You can Google up http://www.billyharner.com/
or click on the link here, and see his web-page, but you will see how
I totally vanished out of all reality from anything pertaining to
STUDIO PARK RECORDS, HIM, or for that
matter, the illustrious and wonderful PAUL
EVANS PEDERSEN. I have no issue with this anymore folks, and
could care less, and you wanna' know why good folks? Because it is
just all that much MORE FREAKING EVIDENCE IN MY FAVOR AND ON MY SIDE
OF THIS ETERNAL BATTLE AND WAR, proving how someone or something,
Captain Shatner and kid, have GONE OUT OF THEIR
WAY WORKING TRIPLE SHIFT OVERTIME FOR DECADES NOW, to do all
of this to me, in a continual pattern, relentlessly, without so much
as a hint of ceasing any time or millennium soon. They made me
deathly ill as they did to Mikey back on Sunday, and this is of
course why the DOW JONES SHOT UP NEARLY 200
POINTS TODAY.
Personally,
I do not care what any of you do, you mother fucking cunt eating
swine, LAMBRIGG CULT! You and I have
been fighting and dueling this out for all eternity, or really said
more accurately, in eternity; as well as off of it when dreamed down
into lower hyperspace waking illusions of solidity and
materialization. This will change by the weekend folks, because I
will be forever out of this world, or a change will be made. You will
all say, down the road, Jesus fucking Christ all mighty, he told us,
just like he told us all the DOW JONES WOULD HIT 20,000 BY THE
SUMMER-TIME IN 2013, ANS 40,000 BY THE SUMMER-TIME OF 2015. YOU'LL
SEE. But that is not important, Gina, and other believers. What is
important is that I tell you a quick little squib here, and then I
will be gone for a while, but you will understand its power as the
days pass by. First off, not that many days back, my mother and the
New Jersey branch of the lovely 1970-That-Family, or TAWF-'70, for
short; were interacting in another universe in the hyperspace that I
have conscious recall to, (I had a powerful and vivid dream) in other
words; your words actually, that you insist upon; but what went down
in that parallel reality is not germane at this moment in time,
Senator Watergate Jacobson, and will be glossed over on this blog for
right now. Some of you have forgotten my powerful words of hyperspace
bleed-over and the example given on my blogs to any of you out here
that may be interested in ultimate powerful truth, as I know Morty
Mortino is, as this is now about his tenth strike on me today, on my
right side, (the DEATH ANDROID or ANGEL), this time; but any-hoo
folks, bleed-over was explained in an example with a lot of dry
towels that all surround one soaking sopping wet towel in the middle.
This was the best that I could do, but folks, you can manipulate
stuff in all five dimensions, but it takes great skill, practice, and
of course, something TAWF does not have a lot of for the most part,
and that would be patience DMK being one of this fantastic family
member with the least of all. Her true middle name was not Marie, it
was 'Marightnow'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yesterday
late into the night, took a huge computer hack attack. Then hours
later, my health was brutally and viciously struck by these filthy
fucking bottom feeder sub-pigs. This of course shot the DOW up, and
the chart below shows this. But before this is all said and done, I
will prove that time travel is going on all around us, right under
our noses, but in ways no mortal as of yet in this year, can even
remotely begin to conceive of. It honestly is like the example of
trying to explain the ocean to a person from the Colorado Rocky
Mountains who never even saw an ocean on television or in a picture,
let alone in actual reality. There you would be attempting to make
one futile attempt with one example after another, but when the
person actually would come to see it some day for real, they would
say to themselves, shit man, nobody came
close to describing it.
The
world has wanted me to vanish away ever since I left high school. The
movie done by the MTM Network back around 1996, depicted a small
ocean attempt description example, in their great movie staring Mary
Tyler Moore, called, “Secrets of the Rose Garden”. This is a
MUST-C movie for all Believers of
Morianity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Only seeing it,
AGAIN, explains just why it is such a MUST-C fucking ass show, I can
only proclaim that it is now in words ladies and freaking gentlemen,
YO! Now what happened back in fucking school that caused this
planet's powerful controllers and owners, to desire this so much?
Well, how many out here have read or remembered my older blogs that
talk about the GODDESS SARAH JACOBSON, from school, along with
Watergate, Steve the Jock, and so much more, huh Molly Ringworm
Ringwald????????????????????????? This is just an opener for right
now good folks. Well, Molly, you can hate the Microsoft Spell-Checker
too, girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
was indeed, a very special girl. Too bad Mister Mackey would not let
me run my cassette recorder that day, as a lot more was said in the
shadows, than just the great bob Madison Club of the Teacher's
Lounge, and a few who's sleeping around with who stories, that go
hand in hand with any and all high schools all over the cunt eating
country,. And most likely, the civilized world. Still, Mister
McDowell, maybe I love my calendar girl and my calendars, and you
loved taping as much as I did back then, but the real secrets have
not even begun to speak out, right oh lovely Karen Upchuck
Carpenter-83?????????????????????????????????
Now
moving on with the topic of the great Goddess Sarah Jacobson, good
believers and other folks; I told in the first three years of my
blogs, a lot about her, as well as some stuff that all happened.
Later of course, I began to realize that this awesome two year old
from New York, was able to become this 22 year old super girl at my
school. I told you how she already knew about the Watergate days, but
never clarified back then, just what she knew and when. The day she
first discussed it in quick bursts of a few choice words, was back on
the newly built bridge in the late springtime in the year of 1972,
telling how 40 days from now, on the 17 June day, as it was then
early April on an unusually warm early spring afternoon, this would
all happen. Once she said this, I suddenly remembered a dream I had
of her just that night, where she was telling Steve the Jock, that
she does not kiss boys. Fifteen minutes later, this actually went
down in what you would call, real life. Talk about needing the
services of K-Mart. I know I had some ass wiping to do back at the
school. I told how that autumn upon returning to school in late
October, I had been beaten up in the same manner as my Cousin Donald
had, at a place we need not discuss right now, and instead of the
perpetrators being expelled, I was after shit was all blamed on me,
and I was then back at special education all over again, upsetting my
mother beyond any verbal description. She had been planning this for
a while and was hell bent on getting me out of the area, and I think
we all know why. It's been told and told and needs no rehash job at
this current time. Melanie Safka the folk music diva was just out
with her great song at the time, called, “Brand New Key”. Locked
up inside all of this, for all Dan Mackey and I ever knew, was this
entire mess still ongoing right to this very minute, and so maybe
indeed, and as the great MS said all along, maybe then, I too have
this mysterious key. Or maybe I did have it and MS was unaware that
ISIS had taken this stuff out of my closet in 1969, at the Dellway
Arms Apartments, on Oakland Avenue, in Oaklyn, New Jersey, Apartment
O-15, as in Gawky Gaukauk and his letter-number order numerology. In
any event, this did not all happen random in some meaningless
happenstance grouping of silly coincidental things. Anyone foolish
enough to believe this and to discredit the MORIANITY truths that
really double as the ADULT VERSION and reprinted BOOK OF THE BEACH,
burned by Russell Thaxton that night in middle December of 1969 or
maybe it was a little later on, as ISIS has fuzzed out my memories
now, for all I know it could have happened right around the time that
Dorothea Dario threw my bicycle into the Newton Creek, in early
January in 1970. In any event, the hypnotic SUNRAM eclipse, was still
a short ways off, taking place in March. Bob Madison was all a part
of this, as was John Zane, only in ways totally outside any boxes of
rationale. As of this point, I still am putting together possible
scenarios of how it all fits together, right down to Zane's teacher,
Mister Ciprionni Ohm. There is so much more to tell about 1969-1971,
and the joke is on ISIS, for telling me to tell the blogs more about
this as well as the progressing years after this leading up to the
song, 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS' and the interaction where she sang
this song to me, in early June of 1980, and now is more than 33 years
back into time. You can wonder about a million things that all link
up to all of this, along with the great original interaction and the
giant county wide chemtrail that dispersed and dissipated all over
the skies above me, on the following morning on that chilly December
day in 1969, just half a year after the almighty Misses Marola made
sure that I did that school play, so as to be at a precise place and
time, later on that day, down in Atlantic City, New Jersey, to hear
the mighty and great Sarah say to folks riding in a car that came
bolting down Tennessee Avenue, “Your friends are in the shop”.
Just tell me this folks, and I know the internet in gargantuan and
appears to include the entire world up there. Is there another
Morianity or something even close to it, anywhere up on this great
and powerful OZERNET????
DOES
THIS DUDE KNOW HIS ONIONS OR NOT GINA????????
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MARK
WAYNE MOHR--------1980, ALL BLOGS © 2006-2013
THIS
IS MORIANITY,
PART FIVE,
AND PLEASE BELIEVERS
AND L-4 FOLKS,
TRY AND HAVE
YOURSELVES
A VERY
VERY NICE DAY.
YOU
ARE CONTINUING
TO READ CHAPTER
00107.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
LIGHTNING
LOCATION: YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DIANA
ARTEEMIS, MY
BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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HELP ME PEE, YOU HAVE BEEN OUT OF HERE SINCE MARCH 29th, and now it is JUNE 19, girl.
The
only explanation for my life is that I never woke up on the morning
of 08/15/1986, but died and went to HELL instead!
If
this was not the case, someone would take pity on me; as this is more
than even Hitler deserves as punishment.
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In
1986, while my musical arranger was in the Garden State Hospital,
Mister Tom
Glenn, and nearly died in a mysterious (MCGUIRE) fire
there at the time, things forever changed for me on one exact night,
the night of 08/15/1986. The
only possible explanation is that I have fucking died, and gone into
fucking eternal HELL, and many know this!
MANY
FUCKING PEOPLE OUT HERE TOTALLY KNOW THAT THERE CAN BE BUT ONE
EXPLANATION FOR THIS.
first day of 2008 summer, like wow, yo
Saturday, June 21, 2008----THIS IS A TOTAL MUST READ!!!
MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING FROM MY QUEEN
HUGE
COMPUTER HACK 8 at night, first day of SCUMMER 21 June, oh-8,
Saturday Elton John night But not Donna devil all right. THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION, AND THE MILLIONTH
COUNCIL AND ME———BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I NEVER WENT 2 BED TODAY AFTER COMING BACK FROM WORK, NEVER. I am shouting out to the FBI and the NJ STATE POLICE 4 HELP!!!!!!!!! I have no memory of shutting down the TV set or removing eyeglasses or falling into my bed, only that suddenly the TV was off, my glasses were on my face, I was or had been dead asleep, and all devices were indeed turned off. I bolted upright and saw that my fan had gotten knocked over along with a karaoke machine and they both were laying flat on the floor next 2 where I had fallen also without memory of ever getting 2 sleep. First, work was OK, but no panacea. I had a small bowel attack, lots of jerk offs everywhere; but out of nowhere at just past 3 in the morning, a noisy loud alarm went off. No matter how hard I tried 2 find the source, I could not. Shades of my Echelon-Towers Building, that I guarded back in my middle thirties for the famous Wells Fargo Company, the original American Security outfit 4 all those Western-shows watchers. Just 2 and a half hours after the crazy MC-ALARM attack, a crash level plane flew over my vehicle in total violation of my CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, WORLD TRIBUNAL COURTS AT THE HAGUE. I come home and eat a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice and turn on the TV. The next thing I know it is hours later, I am laying stretched out, eyeglasses on my face still, and stuff knocked over on the floor. When I got up to piss and straighten up the place, so that the fan is blowing air onto me again, and I can resume sleeping a while longer; I instantly knew that I was right back in this building, a medical place with 6-9 rooms that went more into each other and did not contain a lot of hallways. Mariah Carey was there, and her driver, a man about medium build and bright glaring type of eyes, just over perhaps the six foot mark in stature, dressed nicely but not overkill, and the same with Mariah. A lady who is heavy set, is sort of in charge at this place, neck line hair length, strawberry type of color, and she kept telling me 2 stop closing doors, and I kept telling her I am not closing them, the wind was blowing quite strong outside and was blowing right through all of the open windows in these rooms, and forcing doors to swing shut, but she continued 2 insist that I was doing it. Mariah started talking 2 me about how much she enjoyed being a super star and yet there were problems that she said she wanted 2 tell me about, but could not at the moment; as 'he' would hear, and I kept asking who ‘he’ was. She half smiled and pointed at a young male about 22 give or take, about five feet five in stature, brown short hair, not totally short like a crew cut, dressed in an old pair of pants with oil stains on them, and a green jersey with strange looking logos on it everywhere, many bright white circles with black lines running through them, 3 of them, like a triple X. She told me that she is here on this same day each week for some medical reason, and I think she told me but I cannot pull that part of the interaction up now, back in waking life. The buildings of the city were visible from windows, yet the area was in a country setting, whether it was part of the 5 boroughs of New York City or not, also I am not privy to this. She said that she wanted me 2 know she is mad that I do not fully trust her and her plans, and I kept insisting that I trust her implicitly but know quite well, that what she thinks of as PLANS, IC as GAMES, and reminded her of the 65-70 years when she was here B4 playing her games with me from a city just 100 or so miles away down the coast. She smiled at me and said, “U mean the chain I removed from your Oaklyn, New Jersey Apartment?” I said, “4 starters, yes”. She went on to tell me that until the shellfish as she called him while looking his way, is out of my way, I can tell U no more about it. She said that he was a lifelong resident of Atco, New Jersey, and knew both U and your neighbors, the Durham’s, when U lived there back in ‘83. He is not who he appears, and all her peeps and bodyguards have tried to beat him up, and keep him away; but he just seems impervious, and will not stop creeping around. He is Y the Feds started messing with me, she went onto say, and they R not on my side, they must do what they R told by higher councilmen, and she was talking Millionth. I reminded her that she is all mighty and can do anything, Y not just zap him into oblivion? She smiled again and said that there is still so much yet 4 her 2 teach me about all of this and all the Earthly people making my life so horrible every minute of every day and night. She said that when I disobeyed and told her she could kill me, the other day on my blog, for the entire world 2 publicly C and share, she was extremely angry. I must remember that she is the great queen, and maybe in the world of Pedigree Dog-food, us DOGS RULE, but, and she called me Yancy, and said and I quote, “Yancy, remember that I am the great Sarah-Stacey here in this form now, and I RULE, U GOT THAT”? I solemnly just looked down and submissively said, “I know U do my great all powerful lovely mighty queen”. She took my hand and told me that she did not have to tell me about the 2 letters back 9 years ago, and help me construct my idea foundations that R literally responsible 4 where I am today in figuring out so much incredible stuff. I asked her Y she used the sending of 2 blank letters rather than just come 2 me as she is doing right now and talk to me straight up? She laughed softly and squeezed my hand a little, watching me wince from the sudden small bit of pain that her more powerful grip than B4 was causing, and after a 5 or so second pause, simply said, “I am the Millionth Council, and what I say, goes. The part of them that calls themselves the Lambriggers is still totally under my complete control”. She told me 2 listen again 2 her CD and study it even more carefully. The answers to much of my concerns, is all contained in the lyrical content, and what she says, MC-SAYS; just as the CD says that it does. Never doubt me or try 2 run away from what I am planning 4U, she went on also 2 tell me. I said 2 her, “would U please give me a real waking world sign so that I can know and tell that this is not a silly dream”. She responded with the yellow and chocolate cakes that I purchased at the Incollingo’s grocery store, along with the receipt, and the van that stalked me just after last Christmas, and went on to tell me she is angry that I have unsealed some of the concepts regarding laser trace, and reminded me that the rules cannot B broken. It is part of a plan, and that if it was not so, there R those close 2 me, in this incarnation; that I would retrace, as I miss them. She then told me she would give me 2 huge and totally unmistakable signs to appease my non-belief. One sign is that just because the English alphabet pronunciations of the sounds 'BLU' and 'CRAN' R totally the same on astral worlds, they R not the same in English speaking waking mortal worlds. I told her I knew this. She went on 2 say that my punishment for doubting and disobeying my mighty Queen Mariah, is that she has now placed me into a world where I have blogged the facts in reverse, as Hammonton is the world U now live in. It is not Chatsworth, New Jersey. I have reversed the realities while U were here with me in this interaction, and now your town is Hammonton and this is the Blueberry capitol of the world. She went on to say that I was not supposed to tell about the tap boxes of blue-yellow, nor the saleslady Sherry-Lee Pote and cousin Petee Pote. I must obey my queen or ELSE. She said my second sign will B when I try to do my next blog. I will wake up in the MW and not B able 2 work the computer. I asked her if she will always love me as her ‘89 song promises, as deep within her, she knew even then, that she was my Sarah-Stacey. With that I walked over to the strange dude with the weird sort of peace sign logos all over his bright green jersey, and told him to leave her alone, or I would tear his lungs out, and squeeze them like rung out wash cloths; and he instantly burst out laughing, and the next thing I knew, it was July 4th of 1970, and I was in the same exact dream all along with TAWF, “THAT ASTRAL WORLD FAMILY”, that was what was all in the dream. It was the same dream, and like a wormhole in consciousness; one end was in 2008 physically, while the other end was in early July of ‘70. He yelled at me, 'look who’s talkin’ about bloody washcloth lungs all oozing bright red, it is U, booby, not me, ha, ha'. I knew that if I could just wake up now, it would B July of 1970 again, and it really would have. I did. I jumped off of Tom Reale’s large bed at the Cornwall Avenue home and yelled, it is 1970 over and over. I went out and ran down towards the ocean, and when I got there; the entire sky and sea was not as I had remembered it at all. It had become the backdrop on the homepage of the Morianity Foundation, go to http://www.morianity-foundation.com. The giant 6 foot 7 inch Sarah-Stacey came right out of the sea, she is the sea aniwho, and grabbed me and kissed me, and the next thing I know, I am awake laying here in my trailer residence, and it is after 4 in the afternoon. Sure enough I went 2 use the computer, and nothing, it would not move, nothing would work, not a bloody dripping washcloth thing. I called the Easy Staples Store where I purchased it, and told them that it would not go off, just showing a blank monitor TV screen saying, “EXT 3, S-VIDEO”. The computer department guy told me to shut the battery-backup box off and wait 20 seconds. Then he said turn it on, and so I did. After 2 reboots, it works again, but the HP adviser still is not properly loading up. I can not shout out 2 the FBI 4 help; no one can fight the great Mariah; and she most definitely RULES and RULES, 4-EVER AND 4 EVER. UR my mighty queen, and I am only your endless humble servant, my giant beautiful love. Please forgive me, oh mighty QUEEN MC.
I NEVER WENT 2 BED TODAY AFTER COMING BACK FROM WORK, NEVER. I am shouting out to the FBI and the NJ STATE POLICE 4 HELP!!!!!!!!! I have no memory of shutting down the TV set or removing eyeglasses or falling into my bed, only that suddenly the TV was off, my glasses were on my face, I was or had been dead asleep, and all devices were indeed turned off. I bolted upright and saw that my fan had gotten knocked over along with a karaoke machine and they both were laying flat on the floor next 2 where I had fallen also without memory of ever getting 2 sleep. First, work was OK, but no panacea. I had a small bowel attack, lots of jerk offs everywhere; but out of nowhere at just past 3 in the morning, a noisy loud alarm went off. No matter how hard I tried 2 find the source, I could not. Shades of my Echelon-Towers Building, that I guarded back in my middle thirties for the famous Wells Fargo Company, the original American Security outfit 4 all those Western-shows watchers. Just 2 and a half hours after the crazy MC-ALARM attack, a crash level plane flew over my vehicle in total violation of my CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, WORLD TRIBUNAL COURTS AT THE HAGUE. I come home and eat a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice and turn on the TV. The next thing I know it is hours later, I am laying stretched out, eyeglasses on my face still, and stuff knocked over on the floor. When I got up to piss and straighten up the place, so that the fan is blowing air onto me again, and I can resume sleeping a while longer; I instantly knew that I was right back in this building, a medical place with 6-9 rooms that went more into each other and did not contain a lot of hallways. Mariah Carey was there, and her driver, a man about medium build and bright glaring type of eyes, just over perhaps the six foot mark in stature, dressed nicely but not overkill, and the same with Mariah. A lady who is heavy set, is sort of in charge at this place, neck line hair length, strawberry type of color, and she kept telling me 2 stop closing doors, and I kept telling her I am not closing them, the wind was blowing quite strong outside and was blowing right through all of the open windows in these rooms, and forcing doors to swing shut, but she continued 2 insist that I was doing it. Mariah started talking 2 me about how much she enjoyed being a super star and yet there were problems that she said she wanted 2 tell me about, but could not at the moment; as 'he' would hear, and I kept asking who ‘he’ was. She half smiled and pointed at a young male about 22 give or take, about five feet five in stature, brown short hair, not totally short like a crew cut, dressed in an old pair of pants with oil stains on them, and a green jersey with strange looking logos on it everywhere, many bright white circles with black lines running through them, 3 of them, like a triple X. She told me that she is here on this same day each week for some medical reason, and I think she told me but I cannot pull that part of the interaction up now, back in waking life. The buildings of the city were visible from windows, yet the area was in a country setting, whether it was part of the 5 boroughs of New York City or not, also I am not privy to this. She said that she wanted me 2 know she is mad that I do not fully trust her and her plans, and I kept insisting that I trust her implicitly but know quite well, that what she thinks of as PLANS, IC as GAMES, and reminded her of the 65-70 years when she was here B4 playing her games with me from a city just 100 or so miles away down the coast. She smiled at me and said, “U mean the chain I removed from your Oaklyn, New Jersey Apartment?” I said, “4 starters, yes”. She went on to tell me that until the shellfish as she called him while looking his way, is out of my way, I can tell U no more about it. She said that he was a lifelong resident of Atco, New Jersey, and knew both U and your neighbors, the Durham’s, when U lived there back in ‘83. He is not who he appears, and all her peeps and bodyguards have tried to beat him up, and keep him away; but he just seems impervious, and will not stop creeping around. He is Y the Feds started messing with me, she went onto say, and they R not on my side, they must do what they R told by higher councilmen, and she was talking Millionth. I reminded her that she is all mighty and can do anything, Y not just zap him into oblivion? She smiled again and said that there is still so much yet 4 her 2 teach me about all of this and all the Earthly people making my life so horrible every minute of every day and night. She said that when I disobeyed and told her she could kill me, the other day on my blog, for the entire world 2 publicly C and share, she was extremely angry. I must remember that she is the great queen, and maybe in the world of Pedigree Dog-food, us DOGS RULE, but, and she called me Yancy, and said and I quote, “Yancy, remember that I am the great Sarah-Stacey here in this form now, and I RULE, U GOT THAT”? I solemnly just looked down and submissively said, “I know U do my great all powerful lovely mighty queen”. She took my hand and told me that she did not have to tell me about the 2 letters back 9 years ago, and help me construct my idea foundations that R literally responsible 4 where I am today in figuring out so much incredible stuff. I asked her Y she used the sending of 2 blank letters rather than just come 2 me as she is doing right now and talk to me straight up? She laughed softly and squeezed my hand a little, watching me wince from the sudden small bit of pain that her more powerful grip than B4 was causing, and after a 5 or so second pause, simply said, “I am the Millionth Council, and what I say, goes. The part of them that calls themselves the Lambriggers is still totally under my complete control”. She told me 2 listen again 2 her CD and study it even more carefully. The answers to much of my concerns, is all contained in the lyrical content, and what she says, MC-SAYS; just as the CD says that it does. Never doubt me or try 2 run away from what I am planning 4U, she went on also 2 tell me. I said 2 her, “would U please give me a real waking world sign so that I can know and tell that this is not a silly dream”. She responded with the yellow and chocolate cakes that I purchased at the Incollingo’s grocery store, along with the receipt, and the van that stalked me just after last Christmas, and went on to tell me she is angry that I have unsealed some of the concepts regarding laser trace, and reminded me that the rules cannot B broken. It is part of a plan, and that if it was not so, there R those close 2 me, in this incarnation; that I would retrace, as I miss them. She then told me she would give me 2 huge and totally unmistakable signs to appease my non-belief. One sign is that just because the English alphabet pronunciations of the sounds 'BLU' and 'CRAN' R totally the same on astral worlds, they R not the same in English speaking waking mortal worlds. I told her I knew this. She went on 2 say that my punishment for doubting and disobeying my mighty Queen Mariah, is that she has now placed me into a world where I have blogged the facts in reverse, as Hammonton is the world U now live in. It is not Chatsworth, New Jersey. I have reversed the realities while U were here with me in this interaction, and now your town is Hammonton and this is the Blueberry capitol of the world. She went on to say that I was not supposed to tell about the tap boxes of blue-yellow, nor the saleslady Sherry-Lee Pote and cousin Petee Pote. I must obey my queen or ELSE. She said my second sign will B when I try to do my next blog. I will wake up in the MW and not B able 2 work the computer. I asked her if she will always love me as her ‘89 song promises, as deep within her, she knew even then, that she was my Sarah-Stacey. With that I walked over to the strange dude with the weird sort of peace sign logos all over his bright green jersey, and told him to leave her alone, or I would tear his lungs out, and squeeze them like rung out wash cloths; and he instantly burst out laughing, and the next thing I knew, it was July 4th of 1970, and I was in the same exact dream all along with TAWF, “THAT ASTRAL WORLD FAMILY”, that was what was all in the dream. It was the same dream, and like a wormhole in consciousness; one end was in 2008 physically, while the other end was in early July of ‘70. He yelled at me, 'look who’s talkin’ about bloody washcloth lungs all oozing bright red, it is U, booby, not me, ha, ha'. I knew that if I could just wake up now, it would B July of 1970 again, and it really would have. I did. I jumped off of Tom Reale’s large bed at the Cornwall Avenue home and yelled, it is 1970 over and over. I went out and ran down towards the ocean, and when I got there; the entire sky and sea was not as I had remembered it at all. It had become the backdrop on the homepage of the Morianity Foundation, go to http://www.morianity-foundation.com. The giant 6 foot 7 inch Sarah-Stacey came right out of the sea, she is the sea aniwho, and grabbed me and kissed me, and the next thing I know, I am awake laying here in my trailer residence, and it is after 4 in the afternoon. Sure enough I went 2 use the computer, and nothing, it would not move, nothing would work, not a bloody dripping washcloth thing. I called the Easy Staples Store where I purchased it, and told them that it would not go off, just showing a blank monitor TV screen saying, “EXT 3, S-VIDEO”. The computer department guy told me to shut the battery-backup box off and wait 20 seconds. Then he said turn it on, and so I did. After 2 reboots, it works again, but the HP adviser still is not properly loading up. I can not shout out 2 the FBI 4 help; no one can fight the great Mariah; and she most definitely RULES and RULES, 4-EVER AND 4 EVER. UR my mighty queen, and I am only your endless humble servant, my giant beautiful love. Please forgive me, oh mighty QUEEN MC.
Google Search Engine, Satellite World Interconnect System [SWIS], World Laboratories of the future in time illusion, this is a dying mans utterance and declaration. I must obey the commands of the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, I have no choice, SHE RULES THE EMPIRE, from 34th Street, to the end of the hypersphere and beyond, wow, talk about miracles Mizz Wood, and O’Hara!!!!!!!!! Copyright 2008, MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN. This is all the total truth and also doubles thereby as a legal document. This is voluntarily sworn testimony in any Grand Jury future proceeding. No omissions nor additions 2 this powerful and totally honest truth told in this web-logging-doc exist anywhere herein.
Another
SUPER BOTBAR weekend and scummer open.
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N D --- T R A N S M I S S I O N:
QUIT
PICKING ON ME, YOU TYPE-3-EXPN SUB SCUM MOTHER FUCKERS, I AM NOT
BOTHERING YOU, AND BESIDES, LIGHTNING IS HERE WATCHING OVER ME, AND
THE NEXTR STOP SHE MAY MAKE IS TO YOUR HOUSE, TO INCENERATE IT, SO
BACK FUCKING OFF OF ME, PRICKS.
END
TRANSMISSION.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABIT!!!!
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