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45 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN
SUB-TITLE:
''GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS'' CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN MORIANITY'S
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
SHERIFF
KEN MASCARA, SIR; I AM UNDER A HUGE MAJOR DEATH
SIEGE, AND THIS IS A DYING UTTERANCE AND A DYING DECLARATION.
THIS BLOG IS A LEGAL DOCUMENT THAT STATES, WITH THE AUDIENCE OF THIS
BLOG AS WITNESSES, THAT WHEN I AM FOUND DEAD IN THIS APARTMENT, I WAS
MURDERED BY THE WOMO-TAWF, THAT I HAVE CALLED THROUGHOUT THESE 12
YEARS OF BLOG TEXTS, HALLS-FAWCES,
AND THE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY.
For
two days, these dirt bag toilet germ swallowers have used my
telephone and the UTILITY-ASSAULT, on me. Today
is the ABSOLUTE WORST YET. It was this bad one day
around the Christmas holidays
last year, if memory is correctly serving me; and I had to call 911.
Well Sheriff, look at your police records for
approximately a quarter shy of four this damn afternoon, kind sir! I
HAD TO CALL 911 AGAIN. A very nice police officer came out to
talk to me about my nightmare harassment and
persecution. In this new computerized world, the
criminals with the high-tech
computerized knowledge can get away with anything that
they want to. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, I will tell
a huge secret about just this very thing, to get my
revenge for this hellish NIGHTMARE, AND SUPER
******* BOTBAR DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Either
it is COMCAST themselves,
under DIRECT ORDERS OF DIRTBALL P-45,
or it is just the powerful WALL STREET
SCUM using their ICPE-APE-TECH
on me, to try and stop their recent plunge on their
diseased crooked stock market, or it is all of the
damn HALLS-FAWCES, in general,
just 'doing their thing', to wipe out and destroy, one tiny and
pathetic senior citizen special-education person, who never did one
damn ass thing to ever deserve this horrendous monstrous evil
****!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*********************************
This
is all a total VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL LIBERTIES, and CONSTITUTIONAL
RIGHTS, under the laws of the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, that
guarantee me the right to PURSUE LIFE, LIBERTY, AND HAPPINESS.
You cannot pursue any of those three items when
you are continually bombarded with nightmarish monstrous hellish damn
******* bull****, YO, Sheriff KJM sir.
This
is all a total VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL LIBERTIES, and CONSTITUTIONAL
RIGHTS, under the laws of the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, that
guarantee me the right to PURSUE LIFE, LIBERTY, AND HAPPINESS.
You cannot pursue any of those three items when
you are continually bombarded with nightmarish monstrous hellish damn
******* bull****, YO, Sheriff KJM sir.
This
is all a total VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL LIBERTIES, and CONSTITUTIONAL
RIGHTS, under the laws of the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, that
guarantee me the right to PURSUE LIFE, LIBERTY, AND HAPPINESS.
You cannot pursue any of those three items when
you are continually bombarded with nightmarish monstrous hellish damn
******* bull****, YO, Sheriff KJM sir.
This
is all a total VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL LIBERTIES, and CONSTITUTIONAL
RIGHTS, under the laws of the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, that
guarantee me the right to PURSUE LIFE, LIBERTY, AND HAPPINESS.
You cannot pursue any of those three items when
you are continually bombarded with nightmarish monstrous hellish damn
******* bull****, YO, Sheriff KJM sir.
This
is all a total VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL LIBERTIES, and CONSTITUTIONAL
RIGHTS, under the laws of the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, that
guarantee me the right to PURSUE LIFE, LIBERTY, AND HAPPINESS.
You cannot pursue any of those three items when
you are continually bombarded with nightmarish monstrous hellish damn
******* bull****, YO, Sheriff KJM sir.
*******************************
I
intentionally did something to prove that these diseased snot eaters
would hack my WEATHERBUG APP again, and they did. I can always get
most of the same information from TWC on the TV, and write it down
and then transpose it to the blog, but when things are this bad, who
gives a ******* ****? Oh yeas lads and lassies, I am forced to endure
monsters straight out of the gates of **** huffing HELL
ITSELF, and the first two of these sick diseased twat
licking filth bags are Paula and McGuire! I
know that evil PK is behind most of my miseries and woes. But the
problem is that few folks on this diseased ball of toilet hurl, truly
understand how this can all be going on. How
can this powerful person that Scott Ransom told me about very
indirectly, back in 1988,
when I got him talking so that he would tell me some stuff in my
bugged-up car that I later went on to make copies of, and even sent
one down to the United States © Copyright Office, be behind so very
much incredible and beyond unfathomable junk in my pathetic diseased
butt-licking life, for damn ass crissake???????? Well, SHE CAN, and
so can that rotten puss sniffer McGuire.
MAGNESONIC,
G-7 OPEN COMMAND.
HEAR MY VOICE PRINT ON ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS.
WHOEVER IS PERSECUTING ME WITH MY TELEPHONE, WILL BE TOTALLY WIPED
OUT AND DESTROYED, ALONG WITH ALL WHOM THEY LOVE.
USE BOTH AD AND ZD TECHNOLOGIES. SCAN FOR WHOEVER IS DESTROYING MY
ENTIRE LIFE, AND USING
ICPE-APE AGAINST ME,
AND WIPE
THEM OUT UNDER TOTAL CRUSH DESTRUCT PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM
ORDERS,
ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A-B-TONE PHASING SYSTEM. MY OLD STYLE AT&T
TONES ARE NOW
DATA-TRANSFERED
TO MY VOICE PRINT USING THE LONG-EEEE-VOWEL SOUND, WITH THE 'A' TONE
PRINTED IN COLOR RED,
AND THE 'B' TONE PRINTED IN COLOR BLUE.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO CG-18, UNDER G-189, G-13, AND STOP!
Some
mother
******* total puss chewing illegitimate dog child,
is going to be real damn ass sorry, when MAGNESONIC
strikes back HARD SUPER HYPER TIME,
for this major utility assault on me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!
So
to get my retaliation and my RR-CS (Ronald Reagan Counter Strike), I
will ask how many peeps out here have seen the infomercial on the
GENERAC GENERATOR? Let's further explore this for those who have, and
well, for those who haven't, just be on the lookout or ask your
friends, or Google it or YouTube it, or 'whatever'. They say that
now, EVERY DAMN THING is up there on the YT! It shows the aging power
grid and the hackers sitting on chairs who are hacking into things.
Notice something please. Why
are they all dressed up in major camouflage gear, unless THEY KNOW,
and a hacker would certainly know the truth, that we all are being
watched through ANY AND ALL VIEW SCREENS, any time THEY want to watch
ANY OF US!
I was not going to reveal this secret, until a major assault day,
such as this one. Well, here we are, or as the United States ©
Office knows me quite well for saying on one of my music projects,
“HERE WE GO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Keep on laying the
real heavy dog**** all over me, and I'll keep right on telling tons
and tons of mother ******* **** that you don't want spewed out all
over the **** licking internet, BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
But
if you really think that this is all I am going to do today for
totally wrecking my squat chewing last two days, THINK
AGAIN,
as they say on HGTV's
wonderful show,
“Beachfront
Bargain-hunt”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No folks, it is not 38 degrees,
but when they put that on the screen, they do me a favor, after-all,
it ain't mother ******* illegal to day-dream, huh Grace
Isabel Huntington, and MC????????????
WHAAAAAAAAAA!
The
ESS is not some made up fiction, nor is it the fantastic delusions of
a crazy person. Naturally, THEY, the ESS, will keep doing whatever it
takes to make people believe that this is just made up insane
delusions of a Jersey crackpot. They have absolute motive and reason
for carrying out that whittle mission, peeps, right? Tell
me I am wrong somebody, and convince me, and I will STOP
THESE BLOGS.
Put up a comment and say that this is not true, BUTTTTTTTT,
you need to then go on and tell me why. If you convince me, YOU HAVE
THE POWER TO SHUT UP THE BIGGEST MOTOR MONSTER MOUTH ON THE DAMN
INTERNET, THE MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'!
The
EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY is as some know by now, quite a
group.
It explains all of the mysteries of everything, from Christ's death
and resurrection, aliens and UFO's and the whole scene there,
psychics and why things work for them sometimes and not others, why
the entire world goes the way it does, why times change, and weird
things happen that we all know just cannot be properly explained in
any rational way, and on and on and on we can go here, and you all
know it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why do they do things like create the
exceptional school that I went to. Why do they do the things like my
teacher Misses Marola, insisting that I perform in that Memorial Day
of 1969 school play, and zillions of similar items that while
happening, seem totally innocent enough, but when looking back in
hindsight, we
all know that SOMETHING IS INDEED GOING ON BEHIND THESE MIGHTY
POWERFUL OZ-CURTAINS, YO!!!!!!!!
Well, there are powerful secret things, and many of them, I have
indeed come to know and understand quite well; such as the “Farm
outside of Haddonfield, New Jersey”
or the (Robin
Hill Apartment Complex)
as it truly came to be in a near future decade. There are items that
do not ever seem to be of any consequence, while others both large
and small, that definitely do. Everything is all part of something
that we can think of as a late night Astral-Plane game show. The
reason that humans enjoy games, is because it is inside of our very
beingness, our damn DNA for crissake. This code is not a human thing
all isolated by itself. The nuclear world eventually creates the
element called CARBON, leading to us human beings. However, it is not
some random deal even though it appears to be in life's incredible
illusion. In the great awesome Purgatory, we exist, we don't live as
in order to live, we need a time dimension and a space dimension. Now
Jesus speaks of drinking wine in lovely mansions in 'Heaven' with His
Father. This is more real than anything here while we are 'awake and
alive'. Here physically, we first need time and space so that our
interactions can all be created in tandem with this commingled
reality. On the Astral-Plane (Purgatory), the interactions are what
is truly real, and the space and time that appears to be a part of
them are pure illusion, although, when interacting, it seems more
real and alive than a thousand of our lives physically here and
awake. In this incredible existence, we have incredible 'lives' as
our truer larger beingness or entity persona. But with all of that,
there is the horror that is inescapable, and that is the endlessness
of it all. Nothing can begin or end, in a timeless existence. No
interaction is ever happening before or ahead of any other one
either. To compensate for endlessness, the coils and the coins,
(Astral-Gods) have figured out that games are the only way to
distract ourselves from the nightmare of endlessness. These same
games there carry down into the nuclear universe that the
'Purgatites' create through a sort of program. We perceive this as
the nuclear mechanics of how things go from singularity, out to the
Plank-Time level, and then big bang out into the nuke worlds where
star-nursery systems form by way of nuke-rules. From there, as
stated, eventually along comes CARBON, and then a while down the line
from there, along comes the clay beings where the Purgatites can
dream out and away, through and into, us. WE are really THEM. Still,
it is about a million to the millionth power times more complex than
this silly whittle blog could ever even hope to accurately begin
discussing here. The ESS are the GODS, or the COINS and the COILS.
Coins and coils are a totally different species than the
Astral-Entity human entity Dream-Downs or 'dreamoffs'. The AAT-VAN
DANIKEN Society believe things slightly similarly to what Morianity
teaches, but they are unable to make the still needed leap into
seeing some of the powerful truths. The
reason that 'they' don't want to entertain my Morianity, is no
different at all from those who oppose and refute the teachings of
the AAT and the UFO-Aliens deal.
The
ESS does not want everyone to know about certain truths. Truths are
what eventually liberate people on the Earth-Planet from this cosmic
or better called, Astral-Game of the Coils and Coins.
Unlike the teachings and mythological writings of ancient Greeks and
others, regarding how these gods and goddesses eat their children and
devour them up, such as the great god named Zeus, who by the way is
the grandfather of Diana Z. Arteemis; I remember my existence in
Purgatory, and I can promise you that they don't eat and swallow up
anything. However, they do try to rob each other of energy and power.
I am pretty sure that I told how I was with Diana and her mom, in
Purgatory, and she was playing a tennis game at her family courts in
Olympia Proper, and in the middle of the game during a break, she
came inside this beyond lovely huge dining room area where Goddess
Leda and I were seated at this beyond gargantuan sized banquet type
of table, and Diana sat down. Diana plays regular tennis games and is
the greatest tennis player, not only in the area proper, but the
entire Province Olympia which if measured in a human perception in
mileage, would be about twelve percent the size of our great Milky
Way Galaxy, here on the mortal world or physical-plane of awake
existence and life as we know it as human beings. As far away as a
dozen provinces totally surrounding us in all three six directions of
north, south, woust, east, west, and nest; she is considered
unbeatable and the absolute greatest tennis player. We on the
Earth-Planet were shown a similar version of the Astral-Plane
(Purgatory) game, several centuries back in Europe, and this is where
out tennis sport came from. But all sports come from the Purgatory,
as a way to distract our attention away from the miseries of
endlessness. But back to my point on Coils and Coins, these entities
do not eat each other, or anyone else for that matter. But they do
steal energy from other similar entities. If they need to replenish
energy after so much interaction depletes them to a level where they
feel this need, they come up to a smaller and unsuspecting entity and
grab it, and then as I believe I told this story before, here is what
I witnessed in Purgatory, when Diana needed to replenish herself for
the second half of the tennis game that she was playing. Leda, her
mom was holding a small coil that was beautiful and colorful. It was
bright and filled with illuminated color beyond anything ever seen on
the Earth-Planet by any of us, thirty times over or more. A loud
buzzing and humming and clicking sound is heard by these Gods and
Goddesses in their true form, the Coins and the Coils. Diana is a
giant lovely COIL. She is 33 feet high, and if she were to be
anywhere around any of us, we and up to a thousand miles around us
would immediately liquidate and evaporate into invisible mist. She is
beyond powerful, and yes, beyond beautiful. But coils and coins take
human forms in Purgatory, so that they can interact with the majority
of Purgatites. About 85% of entities are non-Gods and non-Goddesses.
15% or so, are what loses energy after enough interaction, and then
dream down into a perfectly timed nuke-program of carbon clay beings,
and we become alive and we animate the otherwise lifeless clay
bodies. Now am I claiming that all of the gods and goddesses of the
Purgatory, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY? When they eventually
dreamoff of the Astral-Plane (Purgatory), do they travel around and
do all these things? Let me just say this. I am a mortal, and if I
were a COIN/COIL, I would know this for sure. Do I believe this to
the very best of my knowledge, to be a 100% true fact, you may be
asking the Mountainpen? Well, I am not getting married, but let me
answer you all anyway, with this: “I DO”. But what is the really
big secret here? Well, I have been in love with the Lightning Goddess
Diana for all eternity. She and I will always be together, and She
knows this, as do I. But people in her great GODS-FAMILY have dreamed
down here as the ESS, and have done a lot of things to me, because I
dare to love her so much. Now her parents have given me their
blessing, Zeus and Leda. BUTTTTTTTT,
their our cousins, the great KRASSLE BRANCH of the ARTEEMIS clan, who
do not mean me a whole damn ass lot of good.
Do I believe that all of the injustices done to me, and that keep
being done to me; are some organized plot by the KRASSLE'S?
You
bet I do.
Also, I know for a fact that Mister
and Misses Krassle, Neptunejupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious
Krassle and his wife Marina Palamalay Krassle,
hate
my damn guts with an Italian passion.
Are the Atlantic City people, and those from my school, and those all
around me all of my life, nabes, coworkers, people stopping me from
doing every damn ******* thing that I have ever tried to do in this
human damn ass life; all
part of this organized scum against me,
the ESS, the whole damn nine ugly yards and 27 ugly feet, the entire
324 inches???? YOU
CAN TAKE IT TO THE DAMN BANK THAT I BELIEVE ALL OF THIS HORRIBLE
****, my kind folks!
If I were to even try going further right now today on this blog,
into major details that would show patterns of this hell on and
against me from the ESS all of my entire freaking human life, I would
begin a project outline that I'd not be able to finish for months,
and they would find me here typing away, dead from not drinking a
drop of liquid for 75 hours, the human death maximum average, if
memory correctly serves me here lads and
lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ENDocrinologists
AND END TRANSMISSION.
BLOG
44 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN
SUB-TITLE:
''GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS'' CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN
MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
I
am under a major death attack today, Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara,
kind sir! The first of it was when my
upstairs noisy nabes began moving their heavy crap around
somewhere in the time era of ten this morning. Then things were
relatively OK, even on my long trip up to Vero Beach, Sheriff sir, to
see my Behavioral Health Clinic Doctor. BUTTTTTTTT,
YO, when I got home, immediately,
the harassing telephone calls began. Also, someone screwed with my
insurance to try and stop my medications from going through at the
Walgreen's Pharmacy. Some mother ******* diseased toilet germ is
making it appear as if I have some New Jersey health coverage, when
I've not lived in Jersey since middle December of 2009, nine damn
years ago. But this is just a tip of the iceberg, Sheriff,
sir. This is all INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL
EVENT ASSAULT ON ME. Also, the
WEATHERBUG APP is hacked again, popping on showing a local
temperature of 59 goddamn mother ******* degrees, A TOTAL HACK
JOB, and a total VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL
LIBERTIES and CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS under the laws of the UNITED
STATES OF AMERICA, that guarantee me the right to PURSUE LIFE,
LIBERTY, AND HAPPINESS. You cannot
pursue any of those three items when you are continually bombarded
with nightmarish monstrous hellish damn ******* bull****,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sheriff sir, I plan to send
snail-mail letters to a lot of people soon, including my internet
blogging address so they can read these things and know about my
endless suffering at the hands of this
wicked evil demonic EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have totally absolutely ******* had it. I am almost 64 **** huffing
years old, and this is entirely too damn old to be ****** with all
the damn time, Sheriff, sir!!!!!!!!! So WOW-THAT.
OCTOBER
11, 2018,
THURSDAY
AFTERNOON, AT 3:21,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS * DEGREES FNHT.
TODAY'S
RANGE: (H-*L-*).
HUMIDITY
IS *%.
HEAT
INDEX IS * DEGREES.
WIND
IS * AT *
MPH, GUSTS AT *.
RAINFALL
TOTALS TODAY ARE * CENTI-INCHES.
YES,
THE WEATHERBUG APP IS STILL BEING
HACKED FOR ME; KIND SHERIFF, HEY, WHAT
CAN I DO ABOUT IT?
Around
six this morning, obviously Lightning Goddess Diana, knew that my
damn evil enemies of the WOMO-TAWF, AKA HALLS-FAWCES AND THE ESS,
were going to give me lots of damn hell today; as she came over to
visit with me. She was so beyond lovely and beautiful. She made lots
of pink and white colors for me, and also struck right outside my
window. I don't know what I would do without my 1-2-3 endless
lover!!!
I
know that evil PK is behind most of my miseries and woes. But the
problem is that few folks on this diseased ball of toilet hurl
understand how this can all be going on. How can this powerful person
that Scott Ransom told me about very indirectly, back in 1988, when I
got him talking so that he would tell me some stuff in my bugged-up
car that I later went on to make copies of, and even sent one down to
the United States © Copyright Office, as part of my musical project,
called, “Epitome of Harassment, Part 2”. All this is right there
and absolutely available, kind Sheriff, for you or anybody to go and
check out and verify for yourself. You needn't take the Mountainpen's
word for dog squat, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Speaking
of beautiful Lightning Goddess Diana Z. Arteemis; thank
you so very much for visiting with me, lovely
LIGHTNING.
IWALU, 990-990-990-990-990-990-990!Laugh
if you ******* want to peeps, but I tell you all straight right now,
dogs are not treated anywhere nearly as bad as I am being mother
******* treated all over **** chewing hyperspace.
All
over the unfathomable 5th dimensional hyperspace, oh yes.
That is a statement that carries more weight and power with it, than
all the sextillions of tons of mass that makes up this incredible and
amazing Earth-Planet!
I
have stated that people don't have answers to many things, one such
thing is why do we have to have such wild and bad weather from time
to time? I think I said it on my very last prior blogging text as a
matter of fact. Well, maybe the answer is indeed a biblical one. An
eye for an eye, and a Magnesonic for a Magnesonic. Who can ever
really know a damn thing, as the great philosopher, Mister Sigmund
Malyeska would put it, back in the summer time of 1969?
Yes
peeps, since the ESS will NEVER EVER LET THIS POOR OLD SICK PITIFUL
MAN ALONE, YO, we'll be telling a whole lot more ******* cow****. I
“have not even begun” with any of this ESS stuff; ALL
CARPENTERS!
MAGNESONIC,
HEAR MY VOICE PRINT ON ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS.
USE BOTH AD AND ZD TECHNOLOGIES. SCAN FOR WHOEVER IS DESTROYING MY
ENTIRE LIFE, AND USING
ICPE-APE AGAINST ME,
AND WIPE
THEM OUT UNDER TOTAL CRUSH DESTRUCT PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM
ORDERS,
ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A-B-TONE PHASING SYSTEM. MY OLD STYLE AT&T
TONES ARE NOW
DATA-TRANSFERED
TO MY VOICE PRINT USING THE LONG-EEEE-VOWEL SOUND, WITH THE 'A' TONE
PRINTED IN COLOR RED,
AND THE 'B' TONE PRINTED IN COLOR BLUE.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO CG-18, UNDER G-189, G-13, AND STOP!
ENDocrinologists
AND END TRANSMISSION.
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