I HATE COMPUTER HACKERS,
CHAPTER 015
AFTER MORIANITY PROJECT (AMP) BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, © 2006-2014, MARK WAYNE MOHR
Lots
of nabe action this morning, lots of computer hacking with THE
WEATHER BUG. They fucking robbed me of real actual weather. If I
typed in what they claim it is, it would be as follows for Fort
Pierce, Florida, and I mother fucking assure you all that it is not
that hot here, praise the GODDESS SSJKK ALMIGHTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DECEMBER
6, 2014,
LATE
SATURDAY MORNING AT 11:44
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 93 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
(H-105/L-84),
HUMIDITY
IS 43%, FEELING 97,
WINDS
ARE 0.
There
is no mother fucking way this heat report is accurate, yet THE
WEATHER BIG displays my town and state, as well as a perfect time and
date, so I don't know who is playing games here, but this is now a
worthless fucking app and tool for me to use, ATTORNEY GENERAL PAM
BONDI OF FLORIDA, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am a taxpayer,
I obey the law, I have a clean driving record, you won't find a thing
on me, ma'am, so why do you let these mother fuckers do all things to
me 24-7-365.2422, WHY?????????????????
Hay
I know it isn't cold around here, and we are not going,
“Burrrrrrr”
or Jim, or for that matter, BRRR, or even BROTHER, but god dam shit,
why do I have to be all fucking hacked here, all the dam time?
Jim
Burrrrrrr quite some time ago, made a statement that went somewhat
along these lines, while speaking to me, “for you a week is
eternity, so much can happen to you in so little a time”. I never
called him a liar about everything, merely his unspeakable dastardly
lie in 1983 regarding church attendance, and being a quintessential
hypocrite taking me to task for not going, while telling me how he
went, and later admitted he really was in Atlantic City, in the
fucking casinos, gambling all day Sunday. Maybe I didn't go, but I
wasn't fucking gambling or lying about anything. Still, on this point
about time, and me; he was quite accurate, as well as honest and
truthful.
I
merely will agree with myself from the first and prior chapter. I
believe I said that all of the same old same old nightmare fuckiGN
shit, would keep on going, and yes, it did; and WORSE. Unimaginably
and unfathomably fucking cunt worse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Vicious
neighbor attacks, vicious utility attacks, vicious health attacks.
All of this, and more, went down; plus shit that is major major
fucking beyond not bloggable. I will say that lightning visited me,
on the night of Tuesday, right shy of dusk; and she stayed for quite
a while, with me. Hell-a-puke-yuk!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
talk about learning from history, and how things repeat, because the
human being does not change, only his technology; thus basic
prophet-101 technique is not really all that hard. You learn a
subject, from A to Z, and use that principle, and really start to see
how shit works and repeats, and the dumb asses all around you say,
“Wo, the
fucking dude's haunted”, you know, like that muscle
man asshole in late 1980 at the RPL Recording Studio, in Camden, New
Jersey. I only wish I could forget shit, but I can't. Very very
fucking rarely do I, and in fact, so rarely, that every time that I
do, I am able to stand back and see another pattern; speak of the
fuckiGN devil; Ann King and her oh so wonderful family from HELL is
always mixed up with anything that my memories are fuckiGN messed
with about. This doesn't change. It is just like the speed of light,
you know; the holy grail CONSTANT, and mathematically expressed as
“C”. But the truth about me remembering so much shit, is all
rooted in my shit with Bruce Pennock in the early seventies, and what
I started to fool around and fuck with, as a result; the
electromagnetic spectrum, as it relates to recording sounds on tapes,
in analogue. Today, with both the change over to fuckiGN digital, and
my life being so totally fucked up times a gillion; I am not able to
do a twentieth of the dam shit I once could. They no longer make the
parts, they know longer make the systems, they no longer use the same
basic principles, despite any sound engineer insisting that we all
listen to digitally recorded shit, through an analogue conversion,
and that without it, we would be trying to literally hear zeros and
ones; and of course, a snot nosed child is smart enough to realize
that we cannot hear zeros and ones. In all of this, lies first, why
my life changed so extremely, as well as, why this change over
happened in the first place. The psych books insist that anyone at
all, even a billionaire, who claims that they are that important, so
as all of the world had to alter just for them; is beyond curable
insanity. If any of you out in this world made such a claim, you
would indeed be, totally insane. Unfortunately, as I told the great
wonderful Robert Cheatley Patterson, over at Knights Park, in West
Collingswood, one late summer 1983 afternoon, while we were parked in
my car and he was smoking a joint; “I'm not like other people”. I
don't forget shit, unless Ann King's mighty fuckiGN family, insists
that I do. I know this as sure as shit cubed, but why would anyone,
anywhere, at any time; have any possible reason, to take any of this
as truth? I understand, and even though I do get pissed off as hell,
as I was when I took a short sabbatical from this blog, I do have to
say that I understand, as if I don't; then I am insisting on
insulting anyone reading this, and their intellect. It is not
important if these blogs are read in the first twenty years of this
century, in any significant amount, and it was my silly fucking human
pride, arrogance, and ego, that made me act stupid on Chapter One,
and go pouting off like a bratty ten year old, who was unable to get
his way. This indeed is why Mister Pedersen says that I act 14, and
that he will treat me like 14, so long as I do. Well, that is
forever, as I do not change, and for this, I am truly sorry. I am
exactly who I was in 1969 when all this nightmare shit started, no
different, not at all. Oh I am old and ready to die, but this brings
me to the real point of this particular blog.
Now
the powers that rule and govern over this world are real enough, if
anything is real, which it, in truth, taken to absolute quantum
levels; could never be accepted into daily life, of people in general
society. Dealing with the fact that mind exists, and becomes sort of
the ''you'' that you are for a while in a lifetime, yet all the
while, its very nature is to take true real existence, and divide
this energy realm by C-SQ, so that we can all share in a human
illusion, that many psychics and mystics label, the “Physical
Plane”; is not going to be something that the general populations
of the world, can come to realize and believe, even though it is
mathematically beyond a proven truth, with the greatest most famous
formula ever expressed; hence, people view all this abstractly. Even
the scientists, do not change in their personal life habits, with
their jobs, their families, their entire life, even the top QP people
that absolutely know that these blogs are real and these words are
real; cannot bring themselves to live it. They have head knowledge,
as some call this strange mental situation. They don't have heart
knowledge. All of this is bringing me to how a great religion was
created, and how the world owners and powers, don't dare get up in
the morning, and see the simple truths that are now about to be
printed. Oh now don't get all excited, and think I am going to teach
some magic 50 word chant, and then by saying this; the equivalent of
a magic genie is going to pop out of a copper colored object, that
appears suddenly in front of you. If you even think along that line,
you are already major missing the entire shit I am trying to slowly
lead into and up to, and becoming some overnight zillionaire, or
anything else you can think of, has no place in these powerful words.
You can possibly use this information to accomplish virtually
unlimited things, but this is not the goal or the intent whatsoever
of why I am going to tell what I am going to tell. I hope and I pray
that it might be received in the correct spirit of mind, by a few,
someday, but hay; if not, I have no power to make things go through
door number 1, or 2, or 3, or 4 billion. But I can hope that a few
folks just might correctly view the great wisdom.
As
I keep leading up to the real point for this blog, and no we're not
quite there, but let me tell a few other things, and then, I promise
to bring it all together cohesively, and down to Earth, in simple
language. I don't say you'll agree, or want to look me up and hug me;
but then, this is not a Fort Pierce Pizzeria, and I am not the
President of the United States! So let's begin with a topic I admit
that I desperately try avoiding, since I am aware of this major
mysterious unknown item, very fucking aware of it, but all the while,
I would be a huge rotten liar, if I professed to understand it
anywhere near in totality. Now this doesn't mean, I've not put lots
of ideas and all sorts of shit all together, and now is that time I
need to share these details about it, and yes; I can do it
compressed, abridged, and shortened to an unbelievable thousand words
or so, while telling you every bit of information that I personally
know about this. And people, no one anywhere within a million light
years, knows this much, so I am letting loose a bomb shell on this
blog.
Everyone
and their brother is sick and tired of two things about this blog,
who reads this blog upon occasion, and I know it, as my mama didn't
raise a dummy fool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, I know a few
people would love to ring my neck, and choke the life out of me, if
they see the date of August 15, 1986, one more time. The other thing
is my endless dead horse beating of parallel-event, and intentionally
creating it and or applying it, with the motive and goal of profiting
in some way, as a result of knowing it works, doing the deed, and in
most cases, being at the very bottom of the bottom feeder's list, of
all clinical sociopaths. Parallel Event makes me sick and tired too.
I am the one who has had to suffer through this very real and totally
unprovable attack for 3-5 decades, done to me by very powerful
people, and this quotes a licensed New Jersey realtor, when he told
me that indeed, I have these types against me, and that both him, and
his boss, Mister Kelly Jackson, were contacted by them, and told if
they know what's good for them, not to help me sell a house I'd
listed with them, in the Cramer Hill section of northeast Camden, New
Jersey, just a few blocks from the bridge onto Petty's Island. Yes
I'm quite sick to death of being the victim of decades of parallel
event attack that on this level I am getting, could only be done by
organized billionaire types, AKA world owners, world controllers, and
sometimes, as the movers and shakers. Now indeed, these mother
fuckiGN total bastards can have me over a barrel, destroy my life,
make me ill, and then take away my needed medications, using their
politically correct anti-drug excuse to make it all work without
arousing any suspicion that they indeed are torturing me; and along
with keeping me sick, they can keep me endlessly broke with just a
few simple tactics that any group of powerful billionaire types can
all do with no problems whatsoever, and never send up even a small
red flag for my use against them, in most cases. In rare exceptions
when they go too far, even then; I am fighting THE WALL. Any
attorney, anyone at all, that I might try seeking any kind of help
from, is told one way or another, DON'T HELP, or ELSE, and it is done
subtly, but people get the message. Not everyone writes horrible hate
words and curse words, and direct unaccepted words, that serve to
only denigrate and attack a person's religion or race or gender or
sexual preferences, and today this list goes on and on. People get
the message, and so many times I was going to be given a deserved
break, and one of my great ideas was going to be taken to the stage
of developing it into industry where I would get recognition and
eventual remunerative profits, and then boom, the invisible kibosh is
used, and I am left hanging out to dry. If this had not gone on for
forty years, and involved hundreds of such cases, in perfect
patterns, that only a fool could fail to observe was happening around
him time and time again; I could try rationalizing all of my life as
being a series of lots of nasty bad luck coincidences. I try to
believe things aren't really like this, whether any one of you wants
to believe this about me or not. That is your right to not believe
me, but you would be totally wrong. I love it when once in a while,
maybe, just maybe; I learn to my satisfaction, that something was
indeed, merely just bad luck and coincidental, and all of that. But
99 percent of the time, with many hundreds of things; this pattern of
an ENDLESS
KIBOSH ON ME from world powers, is staring me in the
face, and it cannot be ignored or denied, unless you want to deny you
are awake and breathing and walking upright.
Now
reality-3 has been touched on here and there and a little bit of it
gets put into a blog to show some kind of thing that connects into
something that is either happening live or has recently been being
done against me by these enemies of the MILITUFORCE, as I came to
call them, shortly after the late eighties became the early nineties.
I began with WOMO and OTAMMITES, and made changes along the way. Of
course blogs did not exist in the late eighties, but life journals
and diaries did, and mine was on thousands and thousands of C-90
Cassette-Tapes. Parallel Event is all about how two events go hand in
hand together, event A and event B. Unlike cause and effect however,
Cause is A, and Effect is B; and A causes B, but
B DOES NOT CAUSE A.
Now
seeing this is like looking at a large and spread out sheet of paper,
from a tall ladder. It is big, and the type that office buildings are
drawn on by architects, rolled up as scrolls to avoid folds that
would interfere with sensitive small areas. Now you on the ladder can
look down and see a huge sheet of paper, unrolled, and one side is A,
the other side is B. As sheets are unrolled below you, you start to
see how nothing is really happening at all, so there is no parallel
event. Then you suddenly realize that it was you all along, throwing
down little painted lines and blobs of colored paint. There always or
most of the time, will be a parallel event that begins to emerge,
from your seemingly random dropping of these tiny colored paint
drops, as opposed to how the A-HALF of the sheet relates to the side
across from it, or the B-HALF. Only you now become aware that you are
doing the entire thing, and you are the reality-3 or the C, in
reference to the Side-A, and the Side-B. But those down at the level
of the sheet of paper do not see you up there all hidden and
camouflaged. So what would a really smart small observing group, down
at the level of the paper or the lower dimension in reality; begin to
think after enough time and careful study and observation? Well, what
I began to think as this all went along, in my personal life, that's
what. But I did suspect there was a reality 3, or a C-POINT doing
things to both an A-POINT, and a B-POINT. But this C-POINT remains
endlessly cloaked and invisible. So I can begin to observe a reality
that I called parallel-event, yet never was able to see what was
truly happening. If you looked at this as a math equation, and using
an “R” for Reality, and changing into numbers, the A into a 1,
the B into a 2, and the C into a 3, we could express it a little bit
like, and bear in mind, I am no computer guru, and cannot make
division signs, or use cross down lines, or make symbols; so this
needs to be more in spoken terms, than a real formula would look
like; but I still can use the R and the 1,2, and 3. So now, taking
parallel event into a more advanced stage, would go a little bit like
this. R 3 goes into R 1 and R 2 in its own patternized algorithm.
This of course assumes that the entire deal is not random. If R 3 is
not in any pattern at all, then the truth to this expression is R 3
goes into R 1 and R 2 according to its own seeming random. Now the
genius that needs to figure out more about R 3 (REALITY-3), needs to
figure out a way to express and mathematically work out a few things
here. They can begin by taking the parallel event of various things.
Again, as mere mortals, we never get to see and make contact with
reality-3 up on that cosmic ladder, but we can still examine the
results of what gets tossed down into the two sides of the page, or R
1 and R 2. Even before, and please, I don't mean to try and brag,
but am just telling what happened one day to me, at an ivy league
university, in the early nineties; but even before I started
wondering about the great elusive R 3; I spoke with a professor of
Statistical Mathematics, by the name of Deturch, at the U of P, in
Philadelphia, PA, USA. Just taking this to applying the A and the B
by using a three parameter betting system at a casino game called
roulette, made this great professor, tell me that I have invented a
brand new mathematical discipline that he wanted to explore deeper
with me. The persecution of me was very bad in these years, and I
never got that chance, but my point is, that even my applied parallel
event science to a gambling game, made this professor tell me that I
had invented a new mathematical item that he wanted to further study.
This is not imagination, delusion, or psychotic made up stories. I am
sure this could be verified to this very day, if anyone really cared,
which they don't. The reason they don't, is powerful people have told
them all to stay away from me at all costs, OR ELSE. In
many cases, I have come to learn; they merely interfere in my life by
side stepping, as on a dance floor.
In polite society where John Duke Wayne wouldn't throw a huge jaw
buster in a mans' face for tapping him on the shoulder; this is done
frequently. If someone wishes a short dance on a floor, in the old
dancing days that is, that many younger peeps won't have a clue what
I am talking about, so ask your grands, or your first parents. Well,
this is all fine and well, but what if you took the love of your life
to a dance that was important to you, such as your high school
graduation prom, or if you took your wife to an important business
party, and in either case, an existing conspiracy already is planned
for ten or more dudes to continually tap your dance partner, leaving
you to not dance at all? Well, try imagining this in my life for 40
years now roughly. Only instead of dancing, you just simply need to
transfer this to a controlled conspired kibosh, so as no matter what,
in every case; you can bank on with clockwork Swiss precision; that
you will be screwed with, and as a result, everything just keeps on
failing and failing that you ever ever try to undertake in your
entire fuckiGN miserable hellish life. But this still leads to
another item, even though these enemies without a doubt, have robbed
me blind, treated me like total trash, raped my entire life, and
caused me a lifetime of totally unwarranted misery and suffering on a
Nazi Germany scale; and this is what I will try to tackle now, and
bring all of this nice and neatly together, if you are looking to see
it all.
All
these powers that own this world, and did all of this to me, and mock
me every day one way or the other via their demonic EW, have the same
fate waiting for them that I do, and the only two differences between
these great mirror-kissers and me; is that they will on average, have
a few measly more years here on the Earth, to enjoy their scum bag
selves, and every second; despite the reality that we all have
problems and woes; they 'll be in a luxurious happy state, with the
best medical care, the best foods, the best pleasures that fortunes
can buy, and so forth. But take away the extra fat and gravy, and
some extra time that next to even a thousand small years, is nothing,
as look at it; no one lives past 120, no one. No one past 100 is all
there. If they can control some of their bathroom functions, hip hip
hurray, but the majority of 90+ people, the richest to the poorest;
are all in diapers. As Mister H. Hefner said it so well, ''I have
them around me, and I get to do a lot of dreaming''. Most of us over
the age of eleven, know what he's saying, and what's being discussed.
He admitted this to his doctor, long long before the age of ninety.
Be real people. Any of you see the great Doctor Billy Graham lately?
That fiery hollering Jesus preacher whom we all know and love,
reduced to a mere shadow now of what he was just 20 years ago. I do
not know what my enemies really think they have over me, just because
before they can say 'Elizabeth Rotterdam Cunningham from Birmingham',
a few thousand times; they're going to be glorified fucking toast. If
rumors are spreading that I envy a single one of them, and I know
they are because I know things, well; believe whatever you wish about
me. I don't envy anyone who within 10-90 years, is going to become a
slowly shrinking vegetable, and in the end, a stinking bunch of
maggots. Do I hate many of them? You bet I do. They have stolen from
me, lied about me, said clever rotten vicious things about me, robbed
me of my dignity, my health, and my entire life. They've had me
assaulted, my rights violated continuously, and they get away with it
because they are little demigods, with the emphasis on 'LITTLE'. If
one of these pricks had power over death, THEN, and only then would I
sit up and take notice. If you are honest with yourselves, you will
see that this is the measure and the mark of any real god.
Christianity would have died out, and never been more than a tiny
localized cult of 2000 years ago; if not for somehow miraculously
gaining power over life and death; and having enough witnesses
observe and tell about these resurrections, especially the Lord Jesus
Christ's resurrection. I don't doubt for one minute this is all real,
and for personal reasons. This is all on the level, and I know it. I
don't believe it, I know it. Still, my point doesn't die. If you want
to have real power, or impress me in any real way; then you have to
show me you are indeed able to control the life/death barrier. So
far, I totally know one person on this planet who has indeed done
this; Jesus. No, I am not saying that name in vane back there. Now
those who think they control everything and own everything; own a lot
of physical plane shit, and will die off, and be forgotten. But
speaking of reality-3; is there more going on than just powerful
people, being powerful people; or are the same forces that raised
Jesus and Lazarus and the 12 year old girl from the dead; operating
on, and through them, in an energetic channel? Well, the best to date
knowledge I can offer on this, from my personal life, and not being
taught something by mortals; is as follows. First, I truly like the
Ancient Astronaut Theorists (AAT), but they do not have all the
pieces to this deal, I promise you. Neither do the dudes in the
church, and those running the biggest churches and organizations in
the world. Neither does Morianity, which by the way has stopped
permanently. This is all just my blogs, from now on, nothing more,
and nothing less. If you take the best that these three things has to
offer however, Morianity's ESS, and the teachings of dreaming out of
the void and so forth, along with Jesus Christ, because people, get
real; this little cult may have started out small, but look at it now
after 20 centuries. Why, because mankind is scared shitless to die;
and this proved we don't have to. Maybe not to the satisfaction of a
laboratory's standards, I'll give you that right up front. But folks,
my life proves so many things about this, that I couldn't deny the
LORD JESUS CHRIST if someone offered me a thousand genies and
bottles. I know how real it is. I just happen to also know that there
is a lot more; and that most of you will never need any of this
additional shit. Unfortunately, and for reasons far beyond my wildest
comprehension; I do need all of this. But anyone ever, who says they
have all the answers to this force that has done whatever it has
done, to bring this very day alive and here, along with all of us; is
very pathetic, and doesn't need an old biblical stoning. He or she
is already far beyond a hopelessly tortured soul. You don't know, and
I don't know. I don't care if you're the greatest world leader, the
greatest military force, the greatest entertainer, the greatest
athlete; and I don't care if someone out here could become all of the
above, and then some. I tell you now; you are as clueless to major
fuckiGN shit all around us all; as would be a goat, or a chicken, in
a college class.
These
forces are not one thing, they never were or will be. They don't
agree on agenda, they don't act in tandem; and the best way to see
this, is a nightmare videogame, highly advanced; and we who have any
questions whatsoever, and have no control over death; are but puppets
on a string, in a huge Shakespearean type play. And Shakespeare was
onto this truth, and spoke it openly, without fear of sociological
reprisal and or reprimand.
Yes
my enemy was horrendous for the past week since I went offline and
rested up for the battles that are facing me ahead. ESS-TRAVELERS get
into people all around me, and when you see it happen and know what
is happening, it is worse than waking up in the dark from your worst
normal nightmares. I promise you this, ladies and gentlemen. And I am
guilty of many things too. I know I cannot do things with music. I
know what I can and cannot do. I was not always stopped from music.
This only started after I raised a stink with some big lawyers about
songs being stolen by very top artists of days now gone by. These
fart sniffing jerk offs are totally unforgiving, and believe their
shit is gold, and wow; we all better not do one thing. But they can
rearrange a few notes on an unknown person's song, someone with no
money or power to fight back, and slam; they get away with it, and I
get chopped in fuckiGN half by their dirt bag ax. But my life is
ending, and I don't have to worry about any of this any more. I will
be gone in 2015 sometime. I won't ever have to put up with, or see
any of these dirt bags ever again once I'm fucking gone.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
Just
a few days ago it felt close to 100 degrees, and now it is a nice 47,
at just shy of 4 on this THANX-2-GIVENS morning, and the electrical
number of three to the power of three, (27), in November, Thursday
morning, 2014.
This
is really now just a safe-journal, and it is only important that I
know what's what, and save the blogs I write to a site for blogs.
Already, several of my documents are missing, the one about the
'IMMC' changing to INTERDIGITAL CORP being one of them.
I
figured out why all three sources that re-air the original “Law &
Order” television show, will not ever air the later productions
much past 2002. They are too cheap to want to pay the royalties to
the people in the 2003+ shows, and if any fans take notice to this,
you should; and take notice to how some of those from the show, are
trying to gain some pocket weight with ad spots. People are so dam
fuckiGN cheap in this world. Holy hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have had a nasty pain in my left fucking shoulder for a week now and
today it is really mother fucking bad. If it worsens, I'll need to
get a cunt lapping xenon ray to see if it's a pulled muscle or
something more serious, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EVERY
SINGLE DAY IS BOTBAR IN 2014, AN EXPERIENCE I HAVE FINALLY BECOME
USED TO BEING IN, JUST LIKE AFTER AUGUST 15, 1986, WHEN IT WAS
BASICALLY 99 PERCENT AS IT IS AGAIN THIS YEAR. IT AGAIN DID THIS IN
1997. I HAVE MATCHED TIMES AND DATES AND MAJOR HIGH BOTBAR SHIT
PATTERNS, TO CERTAIN LIFE PATTERNS, AND IT ALWAYS COMES BACK TO A
POWERFUL AND TOTALLY UNDENYABLE CONNECTION TO THE ALMIGHTY GODDESS
SSJK OR ISISCYLLA. THIS IS 'FREAKING FUN CITY', WITH QUINTESSENTIAL
SARCASM ADDED IN.
I
popped out of some wild NIGHTMARES, talking about exploratronics
here, just a short while ago. My blogs have discussed this before. We
all tend to have one or perhaps several locations where to each of
us, these locations could be thought of as PERSONAL-POWER-SPOTS, just
as UFO's have their, as the documentaries on this topic like to call
it, HOT SPOTS. Oh well PCI-1973-BOB, and Shorty J. MacInvondi; at
least they don't seem to have their HOT SHOTS, or no one's talking
about it, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, either or, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Last
night or really today earlier before arising from bed and slumber, no
parties, and definitely not any ALL GIRLS PARTIES such as the great
Sarah-Stacey Krassle's sweet 16 party in the great city of SAHASRA
DAL KANWAL, mortals call this HEAVEN; but yes, I was in an all night
long 'dreaming-interaction' that was very unpleasant. I had a hit man
after me and was going to kill both me and everyone dear and near to
me, and this had to be a parallel universe, as over here, I have no
such thing. All dreams are in a parallel universe, but I make a
whittle fucking humor here folks, if datz OK with you; Mwister Elmer
Fwudd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAA!
Oh
Lordess (SAR) (AH), what a lovely world I am stuck in. It is not the
world, it is the personal interaction that I must endure in
hyperspace, in this particular parallel universe. So many peeps have
told me my DREAMING-TRIANGLE is not real and accurate, based on the
fact that they cannot control what happens in ''dreams'' and they can
here when awake. I always respond back with a
little mental exercise that really tends to blow fucking minds from
Heredahellda and back again. Just how much do you, or can
you, dude, duddess, control here in your waking life? Can you wake up
and decide today I will become a lawyer or a rock star or marry some
god or goddess type of awesome person, or ''whatever'', to quote you
as a boy, Congy-RA? I also have given detailed instructions on the
exact method for becoming a T3E where you indeed can have at least
the same amount of so-called-control, over your dreaming life as you
think you do here in your waking life, and do not feel like repeated
the instructions and details on this blog, right now. I will however
be repeating it fairly soon, so stay tuned, YO! The more you dwell on
the topic of exploratronics, the more one thing should enter into
your awareness, good folks. The only limitation is your own
imagination, and in this one case, that otherwise world renown
statement may even fall short of truth. This can go beyond our
imaginations. After-all, we don't all know how to repair our
vehicles, but we do know how to take them to the repair shop. We do
not know how to all build our own homes and apartments from the
ground up, but we know how to rent or purchase one through the
necessary steps and procedures needed to in fact, do so. This is the
picture that I am attempting to paint here, if you get it, great, if
not, wait; you will in time, ''hopefully''!
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation. To quote the great
Father Lucci in the fantastic movie from 1988, speaking of
copyrighted musical projects; called, “The 7th Sign”, I know I
can count on this. Yes, free at last, drums beating in both decades,
blacks in or out of the military, and exploratrons chirping wildly in
their signal energy dot states, oh great lovely Maggie; hallelujah I
will be free at last, Martino King, great sir!!!! No, Mizz wonderful
Twinbay, I am not the most glass half full person you will ever come
to meet, back late in oh-eight. Sorry girl. In any case, YO sweetie,
here is
the weather map from the great and wonderful,
non-powerful-Oz-Weather-Bug System, WEEEEEEEE!!!!!! But first, to be
sure I made my point in all of this, good readers, I just want to
make a tiny whittle statement here.
EVERYTHING
IN THIS UNIVERSE AND MULTIVERSE, AND EVEN BEYOND, IS ALL ABOUT ONE
THING, FOLKS!!
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
Yes,
bob McDowell did indeed grow up into a fine gentleman,
and as you put it so eloquently, Mister Mackey, back in late 1972, in
your classroom; ''a man''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Makes
me wonder what you knew back then as well,
along with hallway
communicator Marcucci and his Beatles friends,
and Marola
and her school play insistence wisdom.
Don't even get me started, Misses Eckert Pharmacy, back on 7/12; on
the topic of EXPLORATRONS,
PLEASE!
TANKS!!!
COURTESY
OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!
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Yes
King David, Talk
about wanting to freaking wash your hands!
Holy
mother of fucking goddess, I assure you, my pants are not on fire;
but
I am quite well done and broiled!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ladies
and gentlemen, I do not know about the ''midnight train to
Georgia'', or the Georgia Font; but I
do know about a ballpark, a year that was called 1993, and a mean
spirited horrible witch
who damaged my life beyond repair with that zoom-in clock attack on
television, by her and her rotten prick hubby broadcaster network
owner, Mister Shithead Teddy Turner, YO! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
WELL
MOTHER FUCKERS, I BELIEVE I TOLD YOU THE DIRT BAG STOCK MARKET WOULD
BE AT 18,000, SO READ THE CHART BELOW, AND WEEP FOR ME!
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I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
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YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
BY
DECEMBER, IT WILL BE 18,000. BEFORE SPRINGTIME OF 2015, IT WILL BE
20,000. BY END OF 2015, IT WILL BE 30,000 POINTS, LADIES AND
FREAKING GENTLEMEN. ALSO, I KNEW WHEN THE TURD CHEWING
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE WAS POURING IT ON ME TODAY, THAT I WAS BEING
HAMMERED AND PUMMELED, BY A RELENTLESS MOTHER FUCKING BULL MARKET
RALLY ON WALL STREET; JUST LIKE OVER THE FUCKING CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD
FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE
ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE
FUCKING CRAP SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM
TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH
PERSECUTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
''Here
you sit, broken hearted. You came to shit, and only farted''.
As I now proceed in the MORIANITY
story of great truth, and great sorrows; this description of anyone
reading and doubting, is very accurate; despite being taken from
1969 at a public bathroom stall; and was quite
well known in my generation.
There
goes the fucking (`~)
HACK
again, FCC, Bob old pal, MCDOWELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes sir, old
Cooley-Wormhole buddy from 1972, at least that hack has pretty much
lessened and stopped recently, thank you, FCC Chairman Director,
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, oh lovely
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo. Where
art thou?
Please
make this all stop, ALL HOT HOSE BUCKET PEOPLE EVERYWHERE, and Mizz
Bondi.
THANK
YOU BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING,
for coming around and visiting your little boy a lot recently, when
you saw all the hell I was going through, at the hands of this evil
wicked demonic satanic diabolical WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE!!!!!!!!!! You
are so BEYOND
RED HOT,
DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983. I WILL
ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO MUCH!
Yes
that wonderful movie came out about a year into my blogging career,
you know; the shark tossing, bed breaking, neurotic
super-girl JENNY JOHNSON.
WOW
Mister
Daniel Mackey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let's go back to Mickey-Dee and
take another few bites out of all of this incredible fucking
bullshit, shall we sir? Hay JJ, don't throw me up into some condo in
Manhattan, lovely super girl, or I'll tell aunt Geraldine snow on
you, and the SHAH OF IRAN, huh CUZ SANDY AND DON from
hyper-Cheltenham!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before
we get into the heart of this REVENGE BLOG which will only be
starting a major conversation most likely with myself, dear
diary-journal; but let me post up my normal paste in jobs and then
to quote Mister Maverick Rockford in the early seventies or middle
somewhere, on his great cool files show, “We can always get back
to this”, and believe me folks, WE WILL, with no help from
NASA-CULT, or curly supergirls, and other movie related things from
these Rockford times or just after a bit, huh Naval Officer Daddy
Spaceplatforms?
YOU
MISSED ME, JANE
SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE!!!!!!!!!
DDDDDDDid
I SSSSSSSAY SSSSSSSomething untrue or offensive to you,
TTTTTTTommmmmey boy??? I must have, they fucking jerk off hackers
just hit me again with their 'cannot live without' (`~ HACK),
HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK,
lovely Stacey!!!!!!!!!
DDDDDDDid I SSSSSSSAY SSSSSSSomething untrue or offensive to you,
TTTTTTTommmmmey boy??? I must have, they fucking jerk off hackers
just hit me again with their 'cannot live without' (`~ HACK),
HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK,
lovely Stacey!!!!!!!!!
DDDDDDDid I SSSSSSSAY SSSSSSSomething untrue or offensive to you,
TTTTTTTommmmmey boy??? I must have, they fucking jerk off hackers
just hit me again with their 'cannot live without' (`~ HACK),
HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK,
lovely Stacey!!!!!!!!!
DDDDDDDid I SSSSSSSAY SSSSSSSomething untrue or offensive to you,
TTTTTTTommmmmey boy??? I must have, they fucking jerk off hackers
just hit me again with their 'cannot live without' (`~ HACK),
HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK,
lovely Stacey!!!!!!!!!
DDDDDDDid I SSSSSSSAY SSSSSSSomething untrue or offensive to you,
TTTTTTTommmmmey boy??? I must have, they fucking jerk off hackers
just hit me again with their 'cannot live without' (`~ HACK),
HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK,
lovely Stacey!!!!!!!!!
DDDDDDDid I SSSSSSSAY SSSSSSSomething untrue or offensive to you,
TTTTTTTommmmmey boy??? I must have, they fucking jerk off hackers
just hit me again with their 'cannot live without' (`~ HACK),
HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK,
lovely Stacey!!!!!!!!!
DDDDDDDid I SSSSSSSAY SSSSSSSomething untrue or offensive to you,
TTTTTTTommmmmey boy??? I must have, they fucking jerk off hackers
just hit me again with their 'cannot live without' (`~ HACK),
HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK,
lovely Stacey!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!POOR
FUCKING FOLKS HAVE RIGHTS TOO IN THIS WORLD, but
only those Jack McCoy rights they can defend.
If
we don't fight and shout out to authorities, they will end up taking
every cent from us,
and
leave us at their doorstep, to be THEIR
TOTAL FUCKING SLAVES;
and I refuse to go back to the days of
slavery!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
popped out of some wild NIGHTMARE when I was dreaming it was the
morning of August 15 in 1986. It seems I cannot ever get back to the
universe I left before I hit my bed, at that Cherry Hill home of
magic pharmaceuticals and soon to come MISS LEE TEENAILS!!!!!!!! Oh
Lordess
(SAR)
(AH),
what
a lovely world I am stuck in.
It
is not the world but a game called GTNOTG. Maybe I am tied up in a
shop on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, Geraldine Supergirl
Shahpals.
WOW
MACY
STACEY
MACKEY.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK
ladies and gentlemen, the very weird and wild
exploratronic interaction with the 42 grand, will now be further
investigated. Have you been awake and not inside of a deep cave over
the past year?????????? What further explanation needs there be, and
not of any great caverns for goddess sake???????????
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel
12-Television.
ALONG
WITH THE GREAT WEATHER BUG APP, WEEEE!
Oh
boy, life stinks, yet so many folks love life so much; and most are
scared shitless to die. This is not attitude, but ignorance. So does
this fit into the 42,000 dollar car repair hyperspace experience of
earlier last month, and if so, just exactly how? Well, I'll tell
you, so keep your dumb ass looking suspenders on there Eddie
Greenacres Albert, YO!!!! I
PROMISE BOTH WOMO-MILITUFORCE AND MO, that indeed, I will tie this
all neatly together, and maybe add a pretty colored fucking bow on
the top.
As
you recently know from reading me, I told you how you are ripping
yourselves off from full-life, by not making the leap on several
fronts. In order for me to keep the promise that I just made to you,
my viewers will have to meet me at least close to half way, and be
freaking ass open minded. You have no clue at all about the fifth
dimension. Those who know anything are old fans of Marilyn McCoo,
and I am not speaking about her and her musical group of yesteryear,
folks!!!!!!! This is also known as the larger space that contains
all of the virtually countless and limitless universes just like the
one we live in on Planet Earth. This is only going to open doors,
and then this series of blogs in the 25,800's will go on and
continue the discussion, and do many other things such as show you
simple ways to prove me right or wrong, FOR YOURSELVES. Let us go
back to the middle nineties, to when I began dictating MORIANITY, as
the OLD TESTAMENT, and started my project. I did not do this to help
humanity. I did this because I was suffering an unimaginable hell
all around me for nearly 10 straight years at that fucking time, and
I needed to write something down for officially recording my story,
besides just the life journal that I was simultaneously keeping,
both on cassette tapes.
Oh
the great subatomic gods (ASTRAL),
Prof. Kaku sir; what are we gonna' do with this blind poor old
world, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo?????????????
JAJA
CARLALAMPS CARLALIAR, where is Jim Carrey when you really need to
fall down a flight of stairs, or GET CHASED UP ONE IN NEW YORK STATE
SOMEWHERE?
GREAT
VIEWERS, DO YOU GET ANY OF IT YET???
JANE
FUCKING WHORE FONDA STRUCK AGAIN, WORLD, WITH ANOTHER PAGE ELEVEN OF
ELEVEN, LEAVING ME TO FUCKING LOOK AT THOSE 4 HORRIBLE FUCKING ONES,
FROM HER 1993 BASEBALL ZOOM IN CLOCK ATTACK. ALLOW ME NOW GOOD PEEPS
PWEEEEEEEEEZE, TO CUNT PHLEGM RAPE
(COMPENSATE),
TANKS!!!
The
wild exploratronic interaction with the 42 grand involved me and my
car and an incredible repeat or recurring dream with NICK, not at
night, although these events have sort oh hyper-atomically fused
together all by themselves recently in the past couple of decades. I
can only tell you that I was insisting that my car is only worth
about one fourteenth at best, of that figure, yet someone insisted
that I left their auto shop and that they did this amount of repair
work and then went on to prove to me how I had authorized to indeed
make 42,000 dollars worth of repairs. It makes no sense until I tell
you the rest. When I walked outside to get some air and told the
owner I needed to do this, he followed me out and said he has my car
keys and I am not going anywhere until I cough up the fucking 42
grand. Then I knew I was in a parallel universe, and that the year
was 2015 and the calendar on the outside of the garage door was real
large and colorful and displayed a 2015 calendar for all to clearly
see. Then I recognized the dude after over 32 years, Everett
Simpson. He said I will give him cash for this amount right now, or
he will tie me up and fly his airplane all around me for 300 years.
Nice pleasant fucking thought, with any amount f lovely five
compensations, huh peeps??????
Oh
boy, life stinks!
Oh
boy, life stinks!
GET
IT YET, GREAT VIEWERS???
Fink
on me and stink on me huh big waterworks Sarah Callio Botbar Disney.
See if I give a shit, you rotten witch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
***OH***SHIT***,
CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!
***OH***SHIT***,
CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!
***OH***SHIT***,
CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!
***OH***SHIT***,
CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!
***OH***SHIT***,
CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!
***OH***SHIT***,
CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!
***OH***SHIT***,
CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!
***OH***SHIT***,
CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!
***OH***SHIT***,
CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!
***OH***SHIT***,
CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!
***OH***SHIT***,
CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!
***OH***SHIT***,
CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!
***OH***SHIT***,
CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!
***OH***SHIT***,
CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!
HOLY
MOTHER FUCKING CALLIO CLAN OF CHAPPAQUIDDICK BRIDGE FAMILIES OF
SWEPT AWAY ROSS SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dress shop, gimme' a
break, you wanted to have your own place since you were nine years
old, girl, so what's with this 1983, “I don't need this no how, no
nothing” garbage, or lovely girls trying to send me messages
decades later that it wasn't you when we all know that it was
you?????????
Hello
to you too, Mildred B. Young of 1972, did you say my report is
incomplete?
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HOLY-WOW;
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''INCOMPLETE''. MY 18TH BIRTHDAY WASN'T ALL THAT SIGNIFICANT, BUT 42
YEARS LATER; NOW THAT'S A HORSE OF A DIFFERENT NASA COLOR COMPLETELY.
SO LET ME ''COME FORWARD'' WITH THIS!!!!!!!!!! JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY
AND JEEEEEEEEEZ LOUISE, TWINBAY AND FONTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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CODES SHOW HOW YOU REVEALED TO ME, YOU ARE MIDDIE; AND WORKED WITH
ME FOR SO LONG, AND PUT UP WITH ME; TEEN QUEEN
GODDESS!!!!!!!!!Where art thou now, girl???
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3X3X3,
''That's my number little boy”. Remember the dream you gave me in
1984, SSJKK? Well I am still waiting for one of two CO's. The first
one already came, with the son of Correction Officer Bennett,
Christopher; so when do I get to cross over and out of this
horrendous life, YO????????????????????? WOW, still waiting and what?
JOHN
J CROWLEY, Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it
all really begin?
Nearby
Offender: Thomas
Giordano »
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The man who ripped me off in 1979 with the tow truck deal:
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Last
Known Address:
1201 ROBERTS WAY, VOORHEES, NJ, 08043
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Race:
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White
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Sex:
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Male
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Eyes:
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Blue
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Height:
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6'0
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Hair:
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Brown
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Weight
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205
lbs.
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Age/DOB:
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4/12/1947
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Offense or Statute
Offense/Statute:
ENDANGERING THE WELFARE OF A CHILD Disposition Date: 29 March 1996
Alias(es)
JOHN
CROWLEY:JOHN H SPROWL
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0.78
Miles Away
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Miles Away
Voorhees Township, NJ
Total
Crime Rating 60.51 
WELL
LENNY, YOU WERE ONE PERSON WHO KEPT A
PART OF YOUR PROMISE, EVERY ONE ELSE WAS
100 PERCENT A FUCKING LIAR. HAY, LET'S
TAKE A MAGIC ROADTRIP SOON,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I promise
not to tell any more
about skating rinks,
color codes, hup cap damage,
fires, or monster-ass-recordings so
what do you say???????????????????????????????
'ddddddddddddd',
sing it folks, same old rotten song, it never changes, but it does
have reasons for why it all is, and THAT you can know, sir LURCH
ROCKDROID ROTTENBERRY! Put
''THAT''
on your blackboard;
David Leigh Smith, in 1970! I
Hope
life is treating you better than it has me, old friend, if you are
still north of the flower rows, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
let us wrap this shit all up for the day, kind and unkind folks,
whatever the situation may indeed be, as how can I know a thing?
Maybe Mister Freeman and his pals like Prof. Kaku and all of them,
have magic answers, I know that I surely don't. I was murdered last
night in another universe by a horrible murderer. You can go straight
to hell, as all liars and murderers do, right into a place called
Dogtown, outside of the GREAT CITY. Don't believe me, read the last
few pages of the HOLY BIBLE, you know, John's great powerful mighty
marvelous and definitely untrumpable revelation, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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WOW---WOW---WOW---WOW---WOW---WOW
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
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