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you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you'll drown?
Well,
I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I
am the one in 1984, from Highland Avenue. Oh boy, Patty and
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My
following blog will
tell some more about major hidden (occult) things, Mizz
Patricia Hollister,
and others in the FEE-FREE
system of the 06-07
times, yo!!!!
NOT
ENDocrinologists, AND END TRANSMISSION.
BUTTERCHEESE
AND BUTT, BIG ASS TYPE, WE
WILL NOW CONTINUE ONWARD;
OH GREAT AND WONDERFUL, AND TOTALLY ROTTEN PAULA KING, QUEEN
OF ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY!!!!
CLICK
BELOW TO LINK INTO ORIGINAL BLOGS.
I
AM A 'HANGING IN THERE' HUNTINGTON, P.K.
At
twelve minutes past eight of the clock on the evening of Friday,
February 1, 2019, which was a SUPER BOTBAR DAY, translated to
Non-Morianity verbiage, a rotten horrendous mother fucking day to put
it quite politely; and this is when a crash level chopper went over
my building. Now whether it was a Sheriff chopper looking out for me,
or an enemy WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE BIRD, THAT, I do not know!!!!!!!!!!! As
Mister McNulty would put it back in 1971,
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
Friday the first was a horrible mother fucking day to say the very
least, but I managed to survive and muddle through the goddamn thing,
for approximately the ten thousandth time or so since my BOTBAR
STRINGS all started, back on the now perhaps somewhat world famous
date of 08-15-1986, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!
Now
for my retaliatory counterstrike for that super
horrific BOTBAR DAY, this blog number 18 of 2019, follows: You
all heard me discuss the great galactic pulsar
star, and me giving it the name of Hydroglacia. This is
because on the Astral Plane of existence,
there is a large city in the capitol province of Olympia, and it is
called, when translated into Earth Planet English Language,
HYDROGLACIA. All of the stars
that we perceive in the skies in our waking reality, are indeed
astral cities back in the Purgatory. Do I truly
believe that I was semi-awake when I was 'contacted' by this
incredible star, not once, but TWICE? YES.
That is how CONTACT is usually made, when we are SEMI-AWAKE, or
SEMI-ASLEEP, depending on if you wish to say it one way or the
other way. When contact is made between ASTRAL ENTITIES and human
beings here, while dreaming off of the Purgatory; as long as it never
goes beyond the acceptable and very heavily Milituforce
governed semi-awake contact, or as Morianity calls it, 'acceptable
contact'; no persecution or harassment
is received as a result, by the contactee, from the Milituforce
system. However, in my case, a much more direct contact had
happened in many numerous times in my past, and thus, whenever
I have any major interactions or contact, I GET HARASSED, or
you can use the expression given in 1988, on a New york City
television station, with a very wonderful and truthful documentary
that they had on one day, where two very
secret agents were revealing that indeed, this
is something that DOES HAPPEN, when it is 'UNACCEPTABLE CONTACT',
and I speak of Agent Condor and
Agent Falcon. Their exact words,
if memory serves me at all well, after more than thirty years since I
saw the show, directed at some folks who had taken pictures of some
UFO craft crash site, and after their camera
was confiscated by the milituforce, “If
you ever open up your mouth about this, we won't give you a
moment's peace for the rest of your
lives”.
If you don't believe me, contact the mother fucking television
station in NYC, WPIX, and verify it, IF YOU
STILL CAN!!!!!!!!!
Now
we have talked about my purchase of a
machine called the PRIVECODE,
invented by a company called the International
Mobile Machines, Incorporated, which later on became the
Inter-digital Corporation. I saw their magazine ad in a
waiting room at a dental office in Philadelphia, and when I got back
to my apartment at 1802 Robin Hill, I ordered it from them, and it
arrived some time in early or middle December, if I am at all
correct; right around the very same time that I had met three beyond
weird human beings, at a place called Warwick
Auto Sales, in Magnolia, New Jersey, owned by a private
airplane owner by the name of Mister Everett Simpson. In that
place, I also came to meet the other two nut jobs, Mister Herby
Letts, and Mister George Belton.
All things fit together in huge major ways that we do not need be
concerned about for right now, kind folks. But
I promise not just the great queen of Buttercheese,
oh great Mister Microsoft Spellchecker, but all of my
wonderful and awesome blogaudians, that I absolutely will get into a
fully elaborated and elucidated explanation to all of the things that
perfectly fit together, as the blogs keep coming. You are all totally
clueless right now just how really and truly beyond fucking powerful
all of this shit honestly is, and you can laugh at me and scoff all
you want to, because before I leave this goddamn fucking world folks,
IPY that I will make believers out of most of you, whether you wish
to believe all of this or naut, Mizz
1983 AT&T Astroblake!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First off, Patty H is so mixed up in all of this that I don't dare
get fully specific because my already horrible and screwed up life
would alter on a damn ass dime if I do, and I
KNOW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't cross over the
absolute RED
LINES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTERCHEESE-BIG ASS
BUTT folks, I can say quite a bit more about
the 'PRIVECODE', knowing of course there as well, just where
the ABSOLUTE RED
LINE CROSSING MARKS
AND BRIDGES TRULY ARE, and RESPECTING THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let me then continue marching us onward, with all of that fully and
totally in fucking mind, kind peeps!!!!!!!!!
I
told how one night, shortly before my mystery illness came upon me
right out of nowhere, on the fourth night of June in the year of
1983, that I had experienced a wild enlightenment that I would have
to go through a vast deep time period and then re-experience my life
again, without the ability to alter any of the larger items in it,
despite my knowing where all the landmines were in advance. This hit
my consciousness like a ton of bricks, and I remember clearly as all
of the shit of the entire world striking me at once right in the
kisser. I was on the stair landing half way between the door to the
home in Atco where I was renting at that time, and the basement or
lower level of the split level designed home, owned by Mister Gerald
Pliner, an individual real estate investor. After this happened in
about a minute's time, I walked totally dazed, down into the lower
basement level and turned left in my music room where I also kept a
lot of other devices that were all hooked into the AT&T telephone
line system. The actual Privecode machine and the desk top telephone
were on the upper level on an end table, where telephone books, as
well as personal phone books, and a few other small items were kept.
I remember this night in disjointed fragmentation. I remember
grabbing a cassette tape that was just sitting on top of my turntable
record player that I did not remember placing there, and inserted it
into one of three of my cassette tape decks that were all hooked into
one large hi-fi stereo home sound system. The tape was a song from my
music track done three years earlier while at 1802 Robin Hill
Apartments, only it had me singing a tune on it, that I have no
memory, or very little memory of ever doing. I mixed in another
source also, twice during the making of this music, and that was from
the old Donna Gaines LP record that was given to me along with a
couple hundred LP records from a file called the “Overage File”,
at the recording studio where I had been employed back in 1980. But
there are two more major incidents here. First, after listening to
this newly made mix-down tape, I turned it over to the
cassette-B-side, and it was blank for about a minute, and then I was
suddenly talking to someone who I have no memory at all ever talking
to. I know the all mighty United States Copyright Office has this
tape since I later sent the entire thing as part of one of my three
music projects that I did and copyrighted. I had the original masters
of course, that is until the great KING PLOT to rid me of all of my
stuff when I ran away for my life back in middle December of 2009,
from that nightmare house of hellish horrors in Hanging in there
Hammonton, New Jersey, owned by FBI AGENT, Mister Steve
Caruso!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Half of me wants to go,
“WHAAAA-HA AHA-AHA-AHA, while the other fucking half of me wants to
puke and shit out diareah at the same damn time!
But
getting back to the night where I had the
eternity-revelation-enlightenment, followed by the discovery of some
weird tape that I had no memory of making; I slowly walked back
upstairs, where three bedrooms and one and a half bathrooms were
located to the right down a hallway, and a kitchen was on top of the
stairway that led to the upper level and the living room was back
behind the area adjacent to the stairway bannister, and the dining
area was sort of just a small in-between area connecting the kitchen
to the living room; and as I got upstairs where the end table was
located across the hallway from where the stairs ended, I went over
to the Privecode machine and turned it on for a couple of seconds. I
had turned it off since about the third week in May when I was scared
out of my wits after I was getting calls from unknown callers when
the AT&T telephone line system had been taken off-line and a trap
was being placed on the line to try and see just who my mysterious
caller was, and where they were calling from. They had the ability to
call me when I had NO PHONE SERVICE, reminding me now in these future
times, of a great fictional television show called 'Ghost Whisperer',
when the son of Delia, 'Ned', was telling some high school girl that
got some e-mail from a sender without any IP-address, that 'no one
from this world could do that'. Yeah, I hear that! But there I was,
after about sixteen days or so with my system turned off, and I
switched it back on for about thirty seconds or so. Then I reached
over to switch it back off and all of a sudden, a bright white ball
came right out of the front middle part of the machine and went
directly into my neck, at my Adams-Apple. I never gave it any more
thought at the time, but a few nights later I went to bed perfectly
fine and awoke the next morning almost dead from something that now
seems to resemble carbon monoxide poisoning. I recovered from that
within about three or four hours and was totally fine, but the day
following that, I picked my mom up at the PATCO train station in
Lindenwold, New Jersey, and drove us back to our Atco home and ate
dinner. After she went off to bed around a quarter past ten at night,
I began flicking through channels and started to watch some stupid
movie on the television. There was no cable television service in
Atco yet in 1983, so entertainment was limited to only a few choices.
I got a bag of M&M's candy and a soda and put them onto my card
table in front of me, and began to watch this dorky ass show about
some kids who did a song and were discussing how to make a few
improvements to the recording, and after I was eating some candy and
got into the show, approximately fifteen minutes later on, around
10:30 P.M., I suddenly was unable to clear my throat. To quote the
great Resorts International Hotel and Casino of Atlantic City, New
Jersey, “That is where it all began”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT FOLKS, this is only THE BEGINNING, and
the after shocks that started practically instantly, are what is at
issue, and is all part of this CONTACT, but I need to say one quick
thing here and now on this blog. I used to watch in the afternoon,
two shows on the Public Broadcasting Station (PBS) that were on back
to back, and as stated, there really wasn't a whole lot of choices,
and I could not afford the thousand dollar video cassette machines of
those days before prices had dropped, and there were no DVD or
Blue-ray systems on the market yet, as this was the old analogue
days, BEFORE THE DIGITAL REVOLUTION
came, nor could I afford to make the video stores richer by renting
movies, as money was always tight for me. So in the afternoons I
would enjoy sesame Street and then there were those other two shows,
“The Electric Company”, and “3-2-1
Contact”. This is a very major thing here. The magic numbers
of 1-2-3 in reverse, and ELECTRIC. Well, I don't know about “Electric
Avenue or getting higher”, BUT
I HAD BEEN CONTACTED, MIZZ AT&T BLAKE!!!!!!!!! That much I do
know, and whether someone was trying to drive me crazy or NAUT, Mizz
B, this all happened, as did the wild song too. Now here is just one
more puzzle on top of a few nonillion other ones for all of us to be
truly bedazzled over, kind peeps. In our new age of harassing
ROBO-CALLS, why is there NO
PRIVECODE TYPE OF MACHINE that would be wonderful in
screening out these annoying assholes? I saw on the news a month or
so ago, that the average person is receiving approximately 15-25
of these annoying calls weekly. I of course have the luxury of the
Huntington Curse and get twice that many, about 30-50
of these per week. Still, Privecode
would insist on a caller dialing a further private extension number,
and if it was not dialed, your telephone would never ring.
Actually, the phone bell could be shut off completely, and the
machine itself had a bell inside of it, also with an adjustable
amount of loudness, low, middle, and high loudness. '1-2-3'
would automatically work provided a user had an answering machine
plugged on-line with the system. Today it might be a good idea
to have a five or six digit code, instead of just three, with so many
hackers and assholes; but here is my question, and I think it is very
appropriate here to ponder this mystery. Why is
there no such device today when it would be so needed to screen out
ROBO calls, and for that matter, this automatically leads us
to an even huger query? Why then back in those days WAS
THIS MACHINE REALLY INVENTED BY THE MYSTERIOUS IMM
CORPORATION??????????? What really was going on? First of all,
I was one of the very few people who purchased it, or so I was told
within a year or so. Also, why did it just come and go, vanishing out
of the blue just as quickly as it came to be, like an early morning
fucking mist evaporating with the morning's flow of
time?????????????????? I mean really, WHAT THE
FUCKING SHIT IS REALLY GOING ON? Well, I do not wonder any
longer, not after all of my life, and then on top of this, that
wonderful new television show on the great
HISTORY-CHANNEL called, Project
Bluebook!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I also remember that wonderful soon to follow STAR
TREK-THE NEXT GENERATION (TNG) show, created by
futurist Mister Gene Roddenberry, who
seemed to know about my choking condition,
way back on the original sixties show, with the inventor of warp
drive, Mister Zephran Cochran, when the landing party landed on that
asteroid where one of the COILS had mated with
Mister Cochran. There is absolutely no way that Mister
Roddenberry could have known so much unless he REALLY
DID
KNOW ABOUT
ALL OF THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, the episode where Data the
sentient android had made radio contact with an
alien child named Sarjenka, and the voice that they gave to
her, matches almost perfectly to many sounds that appeared on my
tapes, as I had a recording system connected up to all of my
telephone stuff, and many times when CONTACT
was made with me, the little girl on the other end sounded
very much like
Sarjenka,
and they all knew it
too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now whether this is why my telephone
was fucking busted back last Friday or NAUT, MIZZ AT&T BLAKE; I
do not know. But I do know that I don't believe it just suddenly went
bad. I don't fucking buy into that for “one damn minute, Admiral
Kirk and Captain Spock”, with or without alien-coils from the
goddamn fucking PURGATORY, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
lads and lassies, between Count Von-Lennon Marcucci and Mister
Jehovah Witness Woodside, someone or something, CAPTAIN KIRK sure
seemed to have some powerful and forbidden knowledge pertaining to
the offspring of one Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr. Like
golly gash darn and gee wiz Gollllllleeeeey, Sargent Carter Pyle
Avenue at apartment #125-A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let
me tell you a quick powerful story, and you all can just go and judge
all of this for yourselves, me BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! What
began for me as sort of a game, has turned into a wild horrendous
unfathomable hell. Now what if we should all follow the advice
of a great Astroblake spellchecker astrophysicist or cosmologist by
the name of Doctor Carol Sagan, and UP THAT BY
ONE DIMENSION? Get it? I am beginning to think that everything
everywhere, just may well have started out as game of curiosity and
intrigue, and then over enough time, who knows; evolved or
maybe devolved,
into this condition of present-cosmos.
That would literally be a totally precise macrocosm of the
Mountainpen's infinitely hellish existence or his (Huntington Curse).
My
Morians, Lessians, and Blogaudians in general, let me tell you
another interesting little fact for you to gnaw on should you ever
choose to. The first two songs that I wrote not counting preteen
childish tunes and stupid lyrics, were both in the year 1969, and
they were written closely together in the warmer part of the year,
the first one in early June of 1969, called
“That's The Way It goes”, and the other one in the middle
of July, called “Burn
With
Fire”.
They both have extremely major significance, even though the
lyrics are teenager shit, and at first glance may appear mundane,
insignificant, and unimportant on any major human scales that measure
any of the stuff being discussed on this blog. Both
of these songs lead directly to the incredible and mighty
super goddess, PAULA KING of Atlantic
City, NJUSAESMWG. Now for some time in my forties, I was under the
false impression and delusion that her friend Sarah Callio was the
major player in all of this. Indeed there was and there
is a SARAH KRASSLE who appeared to me in a powerful DREAM-VISION,
every bit as incredible and inconceivable as any of the visions given
to prophets in the holy Jewish Bible (KJV) and other versions of the
Hebrew Bible, that discusses Jehovah-God. I now totally believe that
PINK GODDESS is the force that surrounds
our MILKY WAY GALAXY, and SHE is Almighty Scylla Jehovah
Goddess AKA the TRIPLE-GODDESS, and AKA countless other names. Now
for quite a long time, the BOM (Blogs Of
Morianity) have discussed my ideas on parallel
universes, that the great Albert Einstein only made small
references to, and yes, backed up in mathematical equations, helping
me to a large degree in present times, to argue my points with the
rest of humanity. Do all roads really lead to Paula King? Yes they
do, but to another Paula King. For a long time now, my younger
daughter who resides in an incredible cosmic location, one of the
localized parallel universes to this one where I type out this blog
today, PEE, has been attempting to make contact with me. She has done
this in an amazing way. Not all of the contact that I have come to
think and believe is from the Astral-plane (Purgatory), is indeed
coming from there. A lot of things may appear to be, but appearances
as all of you know only too damn ass well, can be quite mother
fucking deceptive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PEE
has been trying to contact me ever since I was a little child in this
universe. I realize this now. Time is not following some kind
of a parallel pattern between these otherworldly worlds. Unlike that
really marvelous and cool sixties television show, “Dark
Shadows”, where things did run in parallels; in real
truth, bands of time, as well as bands of hyperspace universes are no
more connected to each other in ways that are mortally understood,
than a damn housefly could be taught to do college algebra. PEE
is the one who can use the techniques of the ESS (Exploratronic
Supermind Society) to work through her parallel world sister MC, as
well as my baby mama, and as well as giant Atlantic city P.K.
It is not that numerous people are all the same real one person, but
it is as all things, the simplest explanation is usually best and
most accurate. Here, the simplest explanation
is that PEE came to me in a powerful dreaming interaction while I
lived at Jenny Plageman's Trailer Park in Mullica Township,
NJUSAESMWG, just east of Hammonton, back in the early years of this
century, and she let me know that she was real and she was there, and
she would try to contact me. SHE INDEED
HAS DONE THIS, but not in ways that are one hundred percent
understood by me. Few things ever are fully logical, here on
the Earth Planet. My mom used to say it so perfectly and with
repetition, “Mark, this is Earth, not
Heaven”. She was absolutely correct!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now there are unlimited amounts of parallel realms in the vast and
unfathomable fifth dimensional hyperspace. Some locales exist where I
was murdered by a New Jersey State Trooper in a secluded wooded area
in a place not that far away from the trailer park. In some others, I
somehow lived through this, or was retraced back and spliced back
into reality by HALLS FAWCES. But nothing here is simple. It
is like trying to piece together the great winding roads of the
ESS-Comcast Cable System, and the dinosaurs and huge dangerous wild
animals that were all over the place, that an older blog
talked about, and many may recall. PEE worked
through Patty Hollister here in this universe, so that I could
receive the magic knowledge from the great goddess 'FASCITAR',
who resides on the opposite side of the huge mountain pass river
area, called the RING RIVER, in the neighboring province one over
from Olympia. She is part of a branch of the lost
Arteemis Gods, as they call themselves, or some mortals
call them the demigods, one whom I have met there, as well as here on
the Earth-planet, whose name there is Psyche
Myrathus, and here, is Steve Murray.
Goddess Fascitar arranged for him to be here in this dream off of the
purgatory, and then to receive a phone call to start a job that he
never applied for, at the Griffin Pipe Company of Florence Township,
New Jersey, USAESMWG, in the year of none other than, like WOW,
1986!!!!!!!! Another slang term used in the Purgatory, for this lost
branch of Olympian gods, is the Ringrivertons. The top of those
mountains juts up into the nestern regions of the area over nine
miles. The beauty of the place is absolutely beyond indescribable.
The
group of peeps who is reading me now has recently brought a couple of
things to my attention. They have done some investigating and have
found that my suspicions are all true about the people in Atlantic
city all being pals and connected in some sort of something. They
cannot pin it down, but Dave Roth was sure right when he told me back
in 1997 that I have opened up a hornets nest. The guy said to me a
very interesting thing. He mentioned the new computers that some
people have heard about. They are not ready for the market yet, and I
doubt that they will be allowed for a long while yet, until the
genius intel community can figure out how to prevent hackers from
using them to literally do things that could end life on Earth. I
speak of the Cubits and the Quantum-computers. After reading about
how gamers could effect outcomes of roulette wheels that I discussed
back last year, he told me that he heard another quantum mechanics
genius mention a similar item once. We did not have too much time to
talk, but we will be getting together hopefully in March. Basically
he was telling me that he thinks he knows what I am saying, and that
if this can be done, what would stop a talented hacker from being
able to apply a similar strategy to the cyberworld? Now remember
folks, I am no computer geek genius, and I can only go so far with
that topic with my present lack of great computer skills. I reminded
him that a roulette wheel is a piece of wood and the ball is a little
marble. It has no memory and it is not sentient. Yet it can be
effected. Then he proved to me that he understood my principles. He
said to me, “What would stop someone with a quantum computer
someday from being able to effect more than a gaming house wheel, but
an entire business, or an entire town, or county, or state, or
nation, or planet”? I said back to him, “Nothing at
all”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He then said to me without using any
clutch pedals, just throwing the conversation into a new gear and
grinding the metal really good, “I have studied your recent posted
info about the Fascitar, and how your baby-mama made sure your mom
would bring it home for you to then order it from the school”. I
said back to him, “Yes, so”? He went onto say, “Our group has a
theory for your perusal. This Fascitar Astral
Projection information was to get you primed for CONTACT, and
then they made sure to start a company and create the
contact-machine, your Privecode”. Then
he finished with, “In-between those two events was your 1980
Love Is for Carpenters interaction”. It not only fits, but
it is symbolic as you would say Mark, as in the lightning code of
1-2-3”. I came up to my apartment, and began to dwell on his words.
Then I saw what he was saying. (1) Patty
made sure I would get the info from that school, and order the
Fascitar info. (2) I was primed for
contact, and half a dozen years later came the Paula King 1980 LOIS
FOCA DREAM. (3) 1983 came, I left 1802
Robin Hill for 134 Norris Avenue in Atco, plugged in Privecode, and
to quote Doctor Emil Farmers Skota of L&O, “I
was cleared for takeoff”!!!!!
The
few things that are not completely 'dot-connected' yet, I truly
believe will be, once that marvelous PROJECT
BLUEBOOK show is completed, if HALLS FAWCES/MILI-2-FORCE
permits them to fully air it. I now fully believe that PEE got into
Merry as well as Patty, giving me all of those powerful 2008 DREAMING
INTERACTIONS, bringing back the repressed memories of that day with
my older daughter up on the island when she was a toddler, and my
Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald took me on that road-trip to the north
shore to visit her older daughter Christine Myers, and my cousins
Scott and Christopher Myers, and did that dog walking. All these
things just had to come to pass, because it is the only way for PEE
to eventually contact me, and maybe for the first time in human
history, prove the reality eventually of the hyperspace equation and
parallel universes. That would be a giant leap for humankind that
would make even mister Neil Armstrong cough up five quarts of blood.
Wow that, Roseann Delaney, without any young
transfusions!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
Between
my mother fucking ILLEGAL NABE GUESTS FROM
ACROSS THE HALL MAKING CONSTANT DOOR BANGING ANNOYING SOUNDS
AND A MAJOR PROPERTY DAMAGE ASSAULT ON
ME, KIND SHERIFF MASCARA SIR; I AM UNDER A
MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING DEATH
SIEGE!!!! If anything happens to me
and I am found dead in this cunt chewing fucking ass apartment,
I WAS
MOTHER
FUCKING
MURDERED BY ALL OF
MY NEW JERSEY, ATLANTIC CITY, AND THE SHADOW MILITARY/GOVERNMENT
ENEMIES OF THE MORIANITY-NAMED WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES OF ALL EVIL AND NOT
FEE FREE BY ANY MEANS, E—M—P—I—R—E—S!!!!!!!!!!! Oh kind
KSM sir, I am really imagining all of this horse shit, yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo. Sure I am, when goddamn fucking pigs not only fly but enter
and win major fucking beauty pageants. WHAAAAAAAAHA, AHA AHA AHA AHA
AHA AHA AHA AHA AHA, Mister Mike McNulty from
1971!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes sir kind Sheriff KSM, I went to bed
around four of the clock or maybe a wee bit after, on this cunt
eating Friday MOUUUUUUURNING, and my telephone
was just perfect and fine. I woke up and went to use it, and
kaplooey, some mother fucking jerk off lowlife snake cum eating
subskummite shorted out the phone somehow and broke this instrument.
This is ELDER
ABSUE, KIND SHERIFF, SIR!!!! I
am sixty-four years
and fifty-nine days
old, and that should make me an elderly
senior citizen that protects me from these vicious mother
fucking enemies, who relentlessly assault me and victimize me, and
destroy my property, continuously and endlessly; as well as
ruthlessly and without conscience, shame, or fucking cock sucking
humanity whatsoever, me BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
What
a horrible fucking world we live in, YO!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
BUTTERFIELDS
PHARMACY
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, on Kings Highway,
PHONE
NUMBER (772) 489-3700
Across
from the Winn Dixie Plaza Mall
There
will be some real sorry mother fuckers out there for this cunt
eating vicious assault on me today; OH GODDAMN WORLD, IPYT!!!!
SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR:
These
fucking ILLEGALS are really
noisy today, oh wonderful sir; but who cares about the shit eating
hell that I must endure and agonize over all the puke swallowing
time?
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Some
may remember how I restarted my blogging, back last freaking August
(2018). Well, for those who don't, I had been off the grid
since somewhere after February in the year
2016. I had a major incident outside on my street one night,
in August, or maybe the end of July, one or the other; and as a
result of that incident happening to me, I told
how the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES had defeated their own purpose by screwing
with me, and causing a major electrical transformer fire on a
nearby pole, that came a whisper freaking away from causing
the building that I reside in, to
be
evacuated.
I know this because I heard one of the firemen or police officers
outside shouting, “Are we going to evacuate
the building”? Real smart of me to deduce that, huh folks?
Well, all joking freaking aside, this led me to get speaking to a
nabe of mine on the other end of the hallway from me, and
then that led to my blogging again. I need not get into
further specifics as it is not necessary nor germane to my point
here. What I have not told my blogaudians, and I
am sure this can be verified and is known to my local wonderful
Sheriff, Sir Kenneth J. Mascara,
of Saint Lucie County, Florida, USA, ESMWG; is that sometime
after my blogging started up and I told how the enemies defeated
their purpose with that powerful nocturnal persecution of me with
that FIRE ATTACK and UTILITY ASSAULT, which is an old an worn out
trick for these quintessential ugly rotten souled illegitimate
subskummites; THIS POOR LADY SEEMS TO SUDDENLY
HAVE FALLEN VERY ILL WITH
TERMINAL
CANCER
OR AT BEST, she is very illegitimate
or ILL,
MISTER MICROSOFT SPELLCHECKER.
W-O-W THAT, SHERIFF KJM SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I
said, I am sure that all of the information and claims made by the
MOUNTAINPEN can be documented
and VERIFIED, YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO!!!!
Last
Saturday when I got up from my sleep, the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES
struck me AGAIN with another extremely
mysterious mother freaking KITCHEN SINK
ATTACK. Allow me to explain the particulars of this in
detail so that you will realize the impossibility of this trickery
against me, unless that is, we factor in powerful
“UFORCES”, from MISTER HALL! I got up and went
to the kitchen for a drink of water, and KABOOM, for a second
goddamn time now folks, my sink was full of
garbage-water. Now here is the kicker, SHERIFF
NASCARA
SIR, so there is no
use contacting the maintenance people, kind sir. I
have a water stopper in place at all times unless I want
something to drain out, and down into the pipes. I
have even tested this during the day, and have found out that
no water will escape my drain-stopper, not even
one tiny inch of it, over a period of numerous freaking hours.
So how then can it be that when I go off to bed around midnight or so
Saturday night, and then wake up nine hours or so later, with THIS
DRAIN STOPPER IN PLACE, there is a
bunch of freaking garbage water in my sink? This is two times
that this has freaking happened now, once sometime a couple of months
back, and now again last Saturday, four days ago? Why
Sheriff,
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY????
Now
this morning at a quarter shy of freaking goddamn nine of the damn
ass clock, my sicko nut job upstairs nabe whom
I have come to label as “HAMMERING-HARRIET”, poured on another
NOISE-ASSAULT on me. All kinds of inconceivable weird mother
trucking sounds, banging, humming like some super basement sump pump
system, and the gods only know what other rock chucking sounds came
out of that whack ass apartment; but it was
more than enough to wake up the mother puking dead!After I got
up, there were lots of video-cut
outs again, and other weird
bull-puke all around me. Nightmares
have been off the scale bad for quite a long while also, me kind
Sheriff, sir. I know you cannot stop my nightmares, but and
yes, BUTTERCHEESE too oh wonderful, wild, and weird daughter;
having them go on a roll is without a doubt,
always a major indicator
that the day-mares
will also follow suit. I have watched this for my entire life,
and I have, as have you, been around quite a
while. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! The
robo-caller enemies were much less on Tuesday, but
they are very bad, averaging around half a dozen every single day
without fail, SHERIFF KJM, KIND SIR, on top of all of my
other hellishness, and strife, and non-ending infinite 'wo whiz
me's'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
since as we all have observed now, unless
completely blind and stupid, intentionally or otherwise, these
horrible WOMO-MOLI-2-FAWCES just
are not going to ever ever ever ever ever
ever ever ever allow and permit me, Uncle Heinz Gottwald
of BABYLON OF THE BABBLING ON NON-MOUNTAINPEN; to
have more than one,
or maybe an occasional two day period
of any sort of calmness and peace; oh great and marvelous
AGENTS CONDOR AND FALCON OF ALL GREAT BLUEBOOKS EVERYWHERE,
PRECIOUS AND NON-PRECIOUS; huh WPIX-TELEVISION FROM 1988; thus and
hence folks, yo; it is high time to continue my tactical revenge and
retaliatory striking by RAT-TAT-TATTLE-TAILING all sorts of wovewee
wild and powerful secret stuff from the files
of Huntington-Mountainpen's
Dogtownite
Endlessness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHALL WE THEN COMMENCE????????????
I
lived in a home in Mantua, New Jersey from October of 1979 until the
final day in April in the following year of 1980. I know I have told
and blogged the story before that I am now going to reiterate about
here on this blog. Everyone needs a refresher course from time to
time. Some new readers may not have gone back and read all of the
older posts that tell about what I am going to say now, and then once
I say it, I can move onto new things where this older crap is merely
a necessary foundation that needed to be properly laid down so that a
better and more complete understanding can be achieved as a result. I
bought this home from the Muckensturm family, and was planning to
stay there for years. However, as with all things in my goddamn
miserable rotten hellish nightmare existence here on this
Earth-Planet, things ended up going very badly, VERY
QUICKLY!!!!!!!!!!! As a result, I sold the home and got the freaking
hell out of there, faster than any of Mister Harry Kallis's
baseballs, and moved into 1802
non-Beekman ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Only in super-sleuth hindsight, can one see fully freaking clearly,
that moving into Robin Hill was a total MUST
for me, as seen by the great HALLS-FAWCES, so
things had to go major sour at the home I had just purchased
and of course folks, IT DID JUST
THAT!!!!!!!! And just what was the item that broke that
proverbial camel's back, you may be wondering? Well, I came home from
the RPL Recording job at 1100 State Street and 1558 Pierce Avenue, in
Camden, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG, around a quarter shy of two in the
morning one day, and found the huge heavy white
colored 'chain' that went around the
entire front of the property almost as a fence, had been taken off of
the pilings and forcibly removed and thrown to the ground. I
had been having major problems with property line disputes, paper
roads, and other similarly related and uncommon real estate woes,
after that crooked real estate agent, Mister
Loyd Martz, had not properly informed my mom and myself, about
this major tussle and bull-crap. “STILL” to quote L&O-Lenny,
this major incident of criminality perpetrated
against my mother and myself, including trespassing and property
damage and other crimes, never resolved and made restitution thereof,
forced my mom and I to sell and get the hell out of there.
Fortunately I actually made a little bit of money instead of taking a
financial loss, as in those days of high interest, the real estate
values were booming, but yes, and still, what was this incident, me
wonderful and awesome Blogaudians????????? You guessed it, that is if
you said, “WOW, A CHAIN”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
shall we further explore down this wild mysterious freaking highway
about symbolism and CHAINS in particular?
I think that we shall, folks. First, my moms shipping company over in
Philadelphia, was called Lavino Shipping
in those days, and there was a subsidiary of it called MCCARTHY.
The family who bought the home from us, were also of this surname,
“McCarthy”. I doubt that there is a
relation at least anywhere close in, “but
still”, Lenny Briscoe sir; it is a powerful and interesting
coincidence and piece of symbolism, don't you see? Actually, many
things interconnect here besides mere simple verbiage similarities.
Things connect into my soon to find 'records in
an attic' at my work-place, my mom's two office coworker
friends, Shirley and Jane Davis, my near
future lifelong illness, the great Saga
of Songwriter Mark Mud musical project, and the great distant
future rewritten fish song of 2013, along with
the harmony vocal track that was made by the great BonJovi's second
cousin Tony, along with his fantastic sound recording engineer, Ryan.
BUTTTTTTT, big ass BUTTERCHEESE-BUTT
folks, and Mister Microsoft Spellchecker; all
vaping aside, all Incollingo
transdimensional cupcakes aside, all winding
roads leading to powerful entertainment world and broadcaster
bill payment offices aside, and all
Exploratronic Supermind Society junk all
totally kept aside for a moment, please folks; the MAIN
THING HERE I AM FOCUSING ON IS THE 'MESSED WITH' FREAKING
C-H-A-I-N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BOY OH BOY OH BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Go ahead and tell me that my life story isn't as wild and incredible
as 5,000,000,000 Rod Serling Twilight Zones,
just go ahead and say it, so I CAN LAUGH OUT LOUD AT YOU FOR A SOLID
FREAKING MONTH, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!
A
few nights back, I had a horrible freaking nightmare where I was with
my mom as well as those two coworker/friends of hers. Actually, Jane
Davis was her friend from the shipping company, and Shirley was
Jane's friend, who later on became a friend of my mom's as well. But
in this powerful wild nightmare, they both worked at the shipping
company, and they both were young, and unlike Jane who was stouter
than a hot air balloon, they both were very much in shape and lovely
to behold, nothing like they look over here in what you all would
call the waking world. I on the other hand call it just another one
of virtually unlimited realms in the total fifth dimensional
hyperspace. But in this 'nightmare' from a few days back, I had the
very same tape that mysteriously made it down here to Florida with me
on that wild night where I ran away from the KING RESIDENCE back up
in Hammonton, NJUSA- ESMWG, and was used by BonJovi's studio called
AVALON RECORDING STUDIO back in 2013, and in this horrendous
nightmare, it kept wrapping up in a tape machine in front of my mom
and her two friends, who all were very angry
with me because I couldn't get it to play properly for them,
and they, for the gods only know what reason, wanted to hear the tape
of these driving instructions given to me by
this strange character at the throat specialist's office, who
was somehow pretending to be my daughter, and who knows peeps, maybe
she really was, via some wild Fascitar dream
control system that goes beyond anything I can even start
to imagine? I do know, SHERIFF SIR, that SOME
BLACK HAT HACKER IS SCREWING THE CRAP WITH MY CUM-PUKE-HER, and
messing up my attempts to make varying print colors on texts.
Someone, somewhere, illegally hacking me; does not want these
freaking things said, as it is THEY who somehow
take my SPIRIT to these horrible places, and give me these wild
nocturnal interactions, or
(NIGHTMARES)!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That's as obvious as a bunt tapping
stale donut and day old coffee tastes horrific. In this horrible
nightmare, I bellowed out to them after the tape wouldn't stop
rapping up in the freaking tape machine, “This
is the exact way that things always are and this has gone on for
thirty years with my mom and me”. Instead
of invoking any sympathy on their part however, they began treating
me worse and worse, as if I was intentionally doing this and they
were saying all sorts of horrible freaking turd swallowing stuff to
me and when I finally awoke from this
hellish freaking 'nightmare' experience, I was in the most angry and
horrible mood imaginable for hours until my full realization hit me
that I was now back here, and that was just a parallel reality, and I
had managed to escape out of there by awakening. This is when
I got up and went for that freaking drink of water Sheriff sir, and
POW, my kitchen sink was messed with again by “SOMEONE
OR SOMETHING, MISTER FREAKING
HALL”!!!!!!!! Yes sir, those
two girls just kept giving me their ugly icy cold stare down mean
expression. I was doing absolutely nothing wrong, and was begging for
a little bit of freaking goddamn compassion, and all I got was an arm
full of horrible snake diareah!!!! This
monstrous mother sucking hacking is getting SUPER MAJOR ASS BAD, KIND
SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR, YO YO YO YO YO!!!! I am beginning to
think, despite the opinions expressed by my old school chum and
book-burning pal, Mister Thaxton; that my daughter and her friends
are mixed up in a lot of this harassment, Sheriff sir, and I'll tell
you why. Ever since 1983, something very strange has happened to me,
and this very strange thing is called electronic-contact,
or at least that is what my MORIANITY is calling it, at least for
right freaking now, kind sir. I have many reasons for wondering about
all of this, but again, the clincher is always James Redfield's
fantastic symbolism, and I will endlessly swear by its accuracy in
the long running play of things in cosmos. I
speak of my 1983 music project, and yes, hers
twenty-six years later. Tell me just how much I am imagining
here, kind friend KJM, ga'hed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey if I'm
wrong, I'll owe her one hell of another apology, only this time, YT
can go to freaking DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes
Mister BJ and your video employees;
I AM ONE
ANGRY
BLOGGER,
and with very good reason. How would you like to have your
entire freaking life screwed with and wiped out and totally decimated
and destroyed, yo yo yo yo yo!!!!
Then
on the following night, Sheriff sir; I am being drilled and
interrogated by some weird government people. This nightmare was
worse than the one before that one on the previous goddamn night. I
awoke back on Sunday afternoon with chills running up and down by
crack-hole. Ed Himacane was with me in that parallel world, and he
took me to some hospital that is not there in this universe here, and
it was just down the way from that store that I made mention of on
that 2007 recent cut and paste in older blog entry where I was
telling someone that I would reveal something to them if they could
prove their identity to me. This could only be done by them verifying
which store on the White Horse Pike was where I had been when that
secret government agent had come over and began following me all
around and took something that I had left intentionally at a payphone
outside of the store. Long story shortened in a major way to keep
this blog from literally being hundreds of pages in length, I was at
a window similar to any entrance window at any hospital, and the lady
began asking me some general questions, and the more she asked me
things, the more she began looking at her computer and some program
that she had obviously pulled up on her screen. Things then
degenerated faster and faster, and shortening this to a thousand
times, she seemed to suddenly know a whole lot more about me than
anyone could have known, and this would include all of my blogaudians
all put together and yes, multiplied five times over. She
told me that I was going to have to report to some government agency
if I want any more of my social security benefits to continue and
that I was totally believed and now the authorities no longer
classify me as a delusional paranoid schizophrenic. Then I was
told that I was expected in the next day to some place nearby, and
that I needed to bring all sorts of things that I told her were all
lost due to having to leave the state of New Jersey with the clothes
on my back. But she kept insisting that I needed to bring all sorts
of stuff with me that I no longer have, tapes, photos, you name it.
She said that they were also insisting that I
was going to have to wear a wire for a solid year so that a special
satellite could document every single thing around me. The
demands just kept on coming and coming, and it was about the worst
nightmare I have had this century. When I finally awoke out of it, I
was beyond being fit to be laced up with thick ropes, and was
quintessentially frosted from here to the north pole. Yes, even the
great Bruce Alan Pennock of 2 Beaver Drive, in Barrington, New
Jersey, back in the seventies, would not be able to out swear me when
I came out of that wild nightmare, kind Sheriff KJM sir. Yes,
speaking of major coincidental symbolism stuff, I mean give me a damn
break people. What are the odds that two identical things appear on
one website, the WFMU HATE-PAGE,
me the crackpot from Jersey, and Bruce the great cursing dude with
his son's synthesizer machine. It's all right
up there for anyone to verify and totally freaking check out, kind
Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you want to look it
up, sheriff sir, I believe you can google
the following item, CRAZY CURSING DUDES
and or CRACKPOTS FROM NEW JERSEY. I mean ,here we were, two
guys who sat next to each other in Misses Mildred B. Young's
classroom, Bob McDowell future FCC Chairman on one side of me, and
this fellow, Bruce Pennock on the other side of me. Like WOW THAT,
huh great Sheriff KJM?
You
know it is funny as all get out to hear people say all my life, stuff
like, IN YOUR WILDEST DREAMS, as if
'dreams' somehow automatically means some good or great thing. I
suppose that DAYDREAMS would be a much
more appropriate and accurate term to use, as normally, we
don't daydream negatively. Yes we do
sometimes worry, which may be classified as negatively
day-dreaming. But the concept of “boy
do I dream of this”, being always some positive and or
marvelous thing, is just not accurate. Just
about all of us, and just about all of the time, DREAM WHILE ASLEEP
into parallel realms where things are anywhere overall between the
same, or even worse than our “so called true waking life reality”.
Very rarely do any of us have
experiences where we dream into BETTER or
greater situations than our normal waking life is. I have
conducted a lifelong study of this, and taken plenty of personal
surveys on this topic and subject, I assure you. I did say for the
very most majority of the time now, and as we all know only too well,
there are always those exceptions to the rule, so I'm just laying
down the general rule. The one incredible
exception to that rule for me, as we all know only too well, me
wonderful and awesome Blogaudians, was in 1986 on the night of 15
August, where I went into that other realm where I had the great land
management company called STARBURN, and I had a very loving family
around me and many fantastic and wonderful things. Our higher
(Soul-Mind) dream travels the hyperspace parallel worlds/realms, in
order to show us all stuff that our lower waking-conscious minds can
then process our human life to its maximum efficiency. We
mean ourselves only the best, and by “WE”,
I am talking about the part that is closest to the spirit-part of
ourselves. This same higher soul mind controls way more than any of
us realize. While we are awake and living in the so-called physical
and tangible universe, we can be a lot more
subtly effected in this way, and whether we know it or not, our very
waking world decisions are effected quite a bit by our dreaming
interactions, and our souls know this, and they
do this for our own good, intentionally. But this is like
anything else. Bad forces can also creep into
things from time to time, and use this otherwise wonderful
truth, to harm us here in the waking reality of tangible caporial
human existence. In my case, all my life, I
have been screwed with many times by forces that use DREAMS,
and I did not make up the idea of this, either. I have blogged and
told how Diana's twin brother on the Astral-Plane (Purgatory)
Apollo-Lucifer, communicated/contacted me
upon two separate occasions, once in 1970
and half a dozen years later in 1976,
while I visited my mother for several days at her Media, Pennsylvania
apartment. The 1970 interaction/contact was when Apollo-Lucifer told
me while he was crying and appeared to me as a boy not that much
older than myself, as I was about age fifteen and one half years at
the time, and he kept telling me that he was not going to be around
all that much longer. I told him that the scientists said that you
will be shinning out there in space for billions of more years, and
he kept crying and telling me that they were wrong. Then
six years later after Jim Burr had
drilled me with his born again Christianity stuff, he came to
me as soon as I had fallen off to sleep on some cushions on the floor
at my mom's apartment. Suddenly he grabbed my
spirit or the real me, and began slamming it against a high wall
mounted air conditioning unit. I cried out to Jesus and said,
“I want the word, I need the word”.
Then Apollo said back to me in a mocking laughing way, “You
want the word, go to the word”. He then slammed me again
and again back up on the wall mounted air conditioner. Eventually, I
came out of this horrifying and terrifying experience straight out of
the gates of Dogtown (Hell-fire)! But CONTACT is what is being harped
on here, and NO PUN WAS INTENDED!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me move
along.
I
was telling how the higher or SOUL
part of MIND that we all have, invisible as all of MIND is,
despite BRAIN being visible, our thoughts and emotions and our true
beingness cannot be seen or even properly examined at all on any of
our present state of the art medical devices, but this part of our
minds, controls a lot more than most people think, and even the great
field of psychiatry is only opening the doors a tiny little crack
into this. This soul-mind is effecting our
waking world decisions, and our entire lives, and lately more
and more, because we are now controlled a lot more, by the invisible
world of ELECTRONICS. Most human
decisions that are made by our lower human-mind or CONSCIOUS-BRAIN,
really and truly begin forming as a result of the trips made through
fifth dimensional hyperspace, during dreaming, with our higher
(SPIRIT-BRAIN SYSTEM). Many
examples that I can site are right from my own otherwise forever
unexplainable life, where it appears that I have been completely
controlled by 'outer-forces'. One such
item has been blogged over and over again, and this being my weird
and crazy reaction all of my life to female flirtation, and only
my HIGHER SOUL-MIND, so far anyway, has any miniscule inclination as
to the reasons, but hey folks, just maybe it is to make sure
that I do not have a large brood of children in this particular human
lifetime, so as to avoid passing down this
monstrous horrific Huntington Curse!!!!!!!!! Who can ever know
oh great breath-echoed Copyright Office Library of the Congress????
Like WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes, many other
things that are similar to this item, also exist in and throughout my
miserable life, and thus quite assuredly, all of your lives as well,
me Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!
Let
me tell you another item from the nightmares of the past half week or
so. There was a horrible brand new war that the United States was in,
in that rotten parallel freaking world where the harmony music track
tape kept rapping up and I was being treated like dog vomit by my mom
and her two friends, Jane and Shirley. But that part of it was quick,
and the weirder part was that this war was continuing on in the
following nightmares of the following night where I was in danger of
losing my social security benefits because the authorities had
suddenly come to believe my story and so why allow me to collect
disability money if I am not really a crazy person? In this second
and connected serial nightmare, that hospital window lady was telling
me that the United States Military had powerful reasons for naming
those two Gulf desert wars after the initials of Donna Summer. I then
told her that it was all done on the first war where it was first
called shield, and then renamed storm, and she insisted that this
never happened that way, so again, with the Non-Comcast Cable
Incollingo Cupcakes Deal of Transdimensional Hyperspace. What else is
new, or said even better, SOSO-WEON-SSDD and a whole damn lot of
question marks to follow??????????????????????????????????? For
shortening the newer term here, we can simply say from now on when
referring to this, the NCCICDTH. LIKE WOW
JOANNA.
Well Joann and Joanna, let me move this right along, just in case
you're out here too! Communications
between the NO's and the humans
here in the waking physical life of corporal matter, is done for the
most part WITH THEM and our
HIGHER
SOUL-MIND.
What Morianity refers to as the NO's, simply is an abbreviated term
from the Nuclatron Offspring. Yes people, COILS and COINS or the GODS
and the GODDESSES of the Astral Plane or (Purgatory), do procreate,
despite an interaction of endlessness and without any ingredient
known to the human race as TIME. People who really honestly believe
in spirituality will know that what I am going to quickly interject
here is not the rantings and delusions of a crazy person. The
entities and fawces of mister Hall are pouring on the physical pain
and torment on Mark Mohr control button because they think I won't
keep right on blogging, but I will. For the past hour, a tooth that
gives me lots of pain is acting up huge time, and I mean BERNIE
SANDERS HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE TIME!!! But I will keep marching right
along no matter how much physical agony these spirit-forces put me
through!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Before going on any further however, I need
to specify and make more accurate and understandable a few items are
here, and most of this has no ultimate human concepts for grasping
the entirety of any of this. Let me keep trying anyway, folks. Coins
and coils are not genders, they are just two types of these entities
of the Purgatory. Male and female is a mere concept on the human
worlds. When a coin or a coil takes and assumes a human form or
shape, it can be masculine or feminine, but in spiritual truth, there
is no gender. A lot of humans have found Morianity offensive for my
seeming audacity to claim that my love for the Almighty SSJKK is done
in ways that would appear more human or of the waking world. Things
automatically translate in the world of the living and the world of
the non living. If the Almighty wants to bring me interactions in a
certain way, that is for HER to know why, and not any of you, and
certainly not me either. But coins and coils are two entity types,
and it has nothing to do with the genders of humanity. Since my
interactions on the Astral Plane are for reasons that escape me,
allowed into my human consciousness with a full vigor, an automatic
translation of this is going to be them as feminine if I am
masculine, and the other way around. In truth, the love that is
shared on the Astral Plane is so far beyond any human's ability to
grasp, that it would be pointless to sit here even trying to explain
it any better, even first to my self for
crissake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But yes, there are COINS and
there are COILS. The other entities on the Astral Plane are the
humanoid types or at least what would translate here as “us-there”.
There honestly is no better or more accurate way to describe these
truths. I am very sorry. But this message is about communications
between the gods and the humanity, as this has been ongoing for a
very long time, and all of the bibles and all of the religions only
scratch a small surface truth to the entire situation. Our
lower-energy that becomes our humanness through a body-brain system
here on the Earth Planet, is always in some form or amount of
communication with the gods. This is for a lack of better way to
measure or understand this powerful truth, a 'standard contact'. The
forces don't care if people are extremely religious, as long as
communications while here, remain in the measured limits of STANDARD
CONTACT. Our higher Soul-Mind is always in some small
Standard-Contact with the gods of the Purgatory Realm. However, the
world of electronics and nuclear energies has altered things quite a
bit. Depending on exactly what is happening, this level of standard
contact can be raised, in almost the very same way that in reverse,
it can be lowered by those who only wish to focus on down to Earth
things, power struggles, money, sexual adventure, material
possessions, and control over our fellow humans. This turns us
downward into an anti-religious state, away from the gods and the
truths. Concentrically, using electronic devices in just the right
ways, and we, with or without discerning it consciously with real
human awareness, do in fact raise contact from standard contact to
higher contact. The human condition altered dramatically after
communications all began, you know, with telegraph and telephones and
then along comes radio, then television, then computers and
eventually internet and then the mighty social media crap. The
trouble with all of this is that we do not contact the benevolent and
righteous gods and goddesses with all of this. In fact, the majority
of time, we seem to come into league with the darker bent forces that
lay behind these electrical powers. Now the
PRIVECODE MACHINE that I purchased in the autumn of 1982, and
then plugged into its system along with some really strange other
added items, when I moved into the Pliner Atco home in early 1983; is
a whole other matter. This machine and others that were all in line
with it and plugged into the AT&T telephone system of those days
and times, allowed some wild forces to
manipulate through it and me, and connected the three of us up just
as if three computers were put on line into the same office main
frame system. However, I have come to learn also, that without
Patricia Hollister cleverly introducing the Fascitar to me in late
1973 or early in 1974, the Privecode system would never have made it
through the double-loop process of first being invented, and second,
coming to my attention via of a magazine advertisement that I
happened to just read and see in a waiting room, while I was waiting
for a dentist to fill a bad tooth. All things are in a perfect atomic
order, and this is why time travel is a physical impossibility unless
we factor in the timeline-hyperspace concept where should we slide
out of normal regular time, we automatically are creating another
realm in the fifth dimensional system, where it no longer is locked
into the sameness of any other universe in that space. This forever
rids us of that problem of going back and shooting our grandfather to
death and wondering if we will vanish. It is all a bunch of dinosaur
science that just proves a race is not yet enlightened to true atomic
reality. Now I have been asked by two people if
I think the powers behind the Fascitar were controlling Patricia
Hollister. The truth to this is that there is a Goddess Fascitar in
the Purgatory, and she has contacted Patty, but so far, within the
norms and the Mili-2-Force accepted Standard-Contact measurements.
Now again, whether initiated by a Fascitar user or whether it be the
gods who communicate with us through the dreaming-realms, this IS
CONTACT. But all of this is STANDARD
CONTACT. Standard contact is
acceptable by the Mili-2-force that governs and regulates these
entire operations. The heads and chiefs over this operation is the
AWA, or MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, the
powers behind the entire Astral-Plane. Now Sheriff sir, I have told a
lot of things because of the neighbor assault on me, and then I
forgot to mention that before sun set last night, these bastard
enemies struck me with a heavy CHEMTRAIL SIEGE.
This is why I have TOLD SO MUCH FORBIDDEN
INFORMATION. I may not be believed, but it is out there, to
quote the great prosecutor, fictional as he might be, the mighty John
James (Jack) McCoy, on the greatest law show ever televised, that
surpassed even the mighty Perry Mason. So yes Sheriff, these BLUEBOOK
LAMIST BLACKHATS have been following me around even before I
purchased the great Privecode Machine that made CONTACT
that went beyond the standard and permitted levels. So then why was I
being followed long before that 1982-1983 period of contact, back in
the late sixties?????????? Hey, I am not Sarjenka of the Star Trek
TNG show, but I know how to decipher messages of a covert nature. I
also saw that great episode GAMES or whatever the title was, where
Ensign Wesley Crusher seemed to be the only one who was aware that
all of the crew had been SUCKED INTO A POWERFUL ALIEN GAME, just as
the world of electrons and cyber-ness has sucked all of us in and
taken us all over, only I won't play!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know freaking
better, kind SHERIFF, sir!!!!!!! This is all I meant by 1992 being
the end of time and starting of eternity. This is what I meant by
Sarah, and Albert, and also myself, being the only ones who seemed
to understand what was all unfolding in the lands of the LAMISTS. We
know the diction, oh wonderful United States © Office!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
Brown eyed girl, do not burn any bushes for Moses or our 43rd. Stay around brown eyes, some day, I will make U all mine, just like the 1969 song says in the autumn, I remember it like it is happening live at this very minper. Bright haired Scylla, come over and B friendly with your white car, I will B real friendly with my queen, U now U love your THAT BOY, screw your parents, tell them the truth that they only think that they R your parents, this whole entire creation is really yours, it is your up line thought, and someday, I will get up line, and U will B mine, if I have to crush every star in the skies into dead ashes. Bye-Bye brown eyes
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comment:
Donald
and Paula, PERRRR-fect together, huh Mister Kean sir? Nobody knows my
story in all five dimensions, and for that matter, nobody cares.
First I can just go and say, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
So
who is Sarah
Krassle?
She
is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine;
ladies and gentlemen.
Lenny
McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he said it live on that
CB-RADIO as handle ops man 601, but had it recorded from 1980, the
only year that I ever interacted with him, and this I'll quote,
“There ain't no doubt about it”. He supposedly was talking to his
co-radio friend, Miss Chillie. Yes, you got it people; the great and
powerful non-OZ Copyright Office has all of this evidence tucked away
in my music project files, UP THERE in good old wonderful WASHINGTON
in the great and powerful DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA. Oh Poolroy, go
home
already.
Wonderful wild people of my past. Boy oh boy oh boy, Uncle Billy
Stuart and Jimmy Stuart. Ain't life fucking grand and
'wonderful'??????????????????????????
The
Milituforce
makes me illustrious
Spellchecker buttttttttttttTTTT,
really, it makes me ILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ever since the start of 1986,
'they' have
made me continuously ill, with major physical assaults on my body,
done completely hidden in the world of stealth, and covert
operations. But anyone who does not think that they have the
technology to pull it off, is an ignorant pathetic loser. I only say
this to you because just what if somehow this all happens to you and
yours on some pitiful fucking future day, as then people, you won't
be so quick to tell me how fulla-shit I am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
two most used weapons to injure my health, by this totally fucking
diseased and evil MILITUFORCE, that many
of you see as just the United States Air Force, only it goes so far
beyond that that it makes a mountain appear as a pea in contrast, but
these two weapons are “Hurt his bowels” and “Hurt his heart”.
There is not a mother fucking week that passes since this all began
in 1986, where I have not had to endure a physical assault on my
mother fucking body by these wicked dirt bag
subskummites!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is just the total fucking truth,
nothing more and nothing less; kind SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR,
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!
So
let us further examine all of this shit, kind sir. If 'THEY'
are making me ill with these two things EVER
SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN MIZZ SABRINA DARK SHADOWS COLLINS AND RESORTS
HOTEL OF ATLANTIC CITY; then it surely must be 'THEM'
who MADE ME ILL with this 1983
glandular condition, while I was residing in Atco, New
Jersey. Whether this was somehow done as a temporary ducting work
into my bedroom with poisonous carbon monoxide, or with some kind of
well water poison since they all know that my mom did not drink
water, only coffee, and this is of
course BOILED and thus poisons can be
used that would be boiled away, and thus effecting only
me and not her; oh mighty
Microsoft heredahelda Spellchecker, yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo; and there are literally a zillion fucking clever
covert ops that could have been used, right down to Castro's Cuban
King-Flicking Cigars of
hyper-dimensional Tennessee Avenue, from the night of 11 July in
1997. WOW THAT, lovely hooker 1979
Joann-----a!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then
we can go on examining some other whittle items here, kind Sheriff
KJM, sir! Everyone in my Blogaud, knows that, yes Spellchecker I am
quite knowledgeable, butTERCHEESE, BUTTTTTT, big ass BUTT, I know
that I have told everybody many times how I first heard the
Costner-Cornfield “non-audible” voice inside of my head, eight
months or so before the great DAY-OF-CHOKES; that told me, and I'll
quote it again, “Ha-Ha Mark, just wait 'till the fourth day of next
June”. This was suddenly in my head for no reason whatsoever, back
in the middle of October somewhere, in the year of 1982. Hence, this
referred to the great DAY OF CHOKES, AKA JUNE 4, 1983, at 10:30 P.M.,
while I sat on a living fucking room couch
at 134 Norris Avenue in Atco, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG, eating
M&Ms Candy, and watching some moron
movie on Philadelphia television, about
a group of young people who made up
a “monster tune”
and were discussing adding reverb
to their recently made recording mix. I remember this as if it
were going down LIVE RIGHT THIS MOTHER FUCKING ASS MINUTE, SHERIFF
SIR, and I'll remember it this clearly for the next mother
fucking seven hundred goddamn years,
IPYT, kind sir, yo yo yo yo yo yo, me BRO, with or without any
teenaged blood transfusions, Mizz Roseann V. Delaney!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Let
us get back on Archibald Bunkerqueens pernt now, with the voice that
wasn't audible but may as well have been, that I suddenly heard
inside of my head in middle October somewhere, back in 1982, while in
my final few months residing at the great and illustrious 1802 ROBIN
HILL APARTMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can trhe great and powerful NON-OZ
MILI-2-FORCE, really send messages into our minds using powerful
electromagnetic (RF) radio-frequency technology? YOU
BET YOUR ASS THEY CAN, LOVELY ANNIE CORNFIELDS COSTNER
PANWORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We
won't even attempt to touch into matters that could put me and the
great snowed in former BFA-Contractor Ed, into prison for life, but
I'll say this much. Majestic-12 TTS shit
(top-top-secret) is fully documented as having these abilities via
super-high-technologies. What any one of you
out here would have laughed at 30-40 years ago, is NOW ALL HERE, AND
RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU, RIGHT DOWN TO THE JAMES BOND HAND HELD CELL
PHONE UNIVERSES that you all carry around with you 24-7!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am only saying that that mind-message-voice (MMV) from
ops-395786-GYEWQ, was used on me, and that I then as a result, heard
the warning, and then sure as goddamn pig shit fucking stinks to high
holy hell, kaboom and slam, along came the 'fulfilling of their
CHOKE-DAY prophecy, right on cue, down to the exact day that it was
promised to strike me, yo yo yo yo yo yo, kind Sheriff KJM,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
now we come to it, me wonderful blogaudians. Why then, and especially
in light of the great newly realized life formula of mine (PE+C=MDS),
did this happen to me BEFORE Merry's dishwasher questions, staircases
and stair-chases, and BEFORE CONTACT, which WAS
1983, not the previous year of 1982? Can anyone guess why this is
still fully GREEN?
So why does the formula work here, even better than you may think at
first glance? Let me tell those who may not be quite intelligent
enough to figure it out. I only made mention of
this a couple of times on this entire thirteen-year-blogging-project,
so it would take ten fucking Albert Einstein's to most likely
decipher it without some hints and clues. I was at a
Philadelphia dental office, about a week or so BEFORE the dish water
voice inside my head, and yes, I HAD ORDERED
THE 'PRIVECODE'
MACHINE, that was
delivered AFTER the voice, “but still”, as
the great L&O Lenny Brisco says so well, CONTACT
WAS MADE, and it was the PRIVECODE
MACHINE. Remember also,
that this machine was a tremendous item even when only used for the
purpose that it was intended for, screening out annoying telephone
callers by asking for a private-code-number before it allowed the
telephone bell to ring. But still, and yes Spellchecker BUTTERCHEESE
PINK GODDESS; this great machine never caught on, and I
was one of the very few users of this fantastic device, invented by
the once called IMMC
(INTERNATIONAL MOBILE MACHINES, INCORPORATED).
This later in this century, or late into the previous one somewhere,
changed to the InterDigital Corporation.
So more proof continues to bear out the great and newly discovered
life formula of the Mountainpen, PE+C=MDS.
Sheriff, none of this fucking shit is imaginary, and none of it is
delusional. In fact, the FAWCES hate this blog, as I figured they
would, and are making my door slammers and upstairs bangers and many
other NABE-ENEMIES begin assaulting me with MAJOR NOISES!!!!
Mow
more about the wild hyperspace-interaction that occurred in the
middle of the year of 2008, that had both the Philadelphia skyline in
it, as well as scenery outside of the Atco, New Jersey home
surrounding it, despite Atco and Philadelphia being too far apart to
even be connected by line of sight from anywhere near ground-level.
Also in further addition, this wild 'dreaming experience' contained
the home that I would come to reside in, Judge Frank Raso's rental
home right near the Hammonton, New Jersey Walmart Store. THE SPACE
BAR HACK is being used again,Sheriff, these hackers are powerful and
fucking endlessly annoying, kind sir, & in
direct violation of my CONSTITUTIONALLY SO-CALLED
PROTECTED CIVIL RIGHTS, AS A LEGALLY BORN, UNITED STATES FUCKING
CITIZEN, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!! No folks, and Sheriff; I was
absolutely clueless to this house and had never so much as driven
down Middle road where it was on, other than late at night when I may
have occasionally used it as a shortcut to the 206 road further
north, while driving to my Florence Township security
guard post, called the Griffin Pipe Company, before that dirt bag
Mister Jimmy Stone fired me
from the place without good cause, on September the first, in 2004.
But other than a few quick auto passes at night on that dark street,
I was never even around there in my entire life, and definitely did
not even know that his house existed. Still,
Lenny sir; that house was in my DREAM, that house of nightmares and
horrors where I lived with the KINGS, and yes, the QUEENS too, as I
soon came to learn in the FUTURE TIMES OF NOW; oh great,
wonderful, and awesome United States Copyright Office of Washington,
13-600-DC. Yes there was Pool-Roy, and then there was
Secret-Hyperspace-Museums Roy. Hey Joanna from
1979, are you out there with another great W---O---W?????????????
Joanna was my FIRST
CONSENTUAL
SEXUAL
ENCOUNTER, after none
total child molestations that I suffered through, beginning in early
1966 at the NJNP Institute at Princeton, New Jersey, by those
horrible female attendant perverts, and the pattern of sexual
molestation and my victimization just continued onward from there
from the time I hit fucking age eleven, kind Sheriff Mascara,
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is why I always enjoy receiving your
warning calls. Keep up the great work, kind Sheriff KJM of Saint
Lucie County, Florida, sir and
pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes sir Sheriff, I
blocked out of my mind, a whole lot of super unpleasant childhood
mother fucking horrendous dogshit, kind sir. Slowly but
Airplanes-Shirley and
dry-throats lab technicians, multiple things began returning
into my mind; some through the waking world, and as you may know by
now, other things, in alternate-hyperspace,
or as others would say, while asleep and dreaming. 'WHATEVER', huh
kind Congressman Andrews, old pal?????????? I'll never ever forget
the skyline views of Philly in that powerful 'dream', or the Atco
views in an alternate direction, and what I won't forget most of all,
is that house without any hallways, containing
6-9 rooms, with the wind blowing through it and the doors slamming as
a result, unlike here in my building today, where doors do not need
any magical winds to fucking blow. Philadelphia is of course
where the throat specialist is located, who I would come to see on
the following year of twisting roads and ESS
travelers of 1984, only instead of paying a carrier bill, I
was visited by a Carey. I love the way the Bible, and prophets
such as Daniel, were shown all of these incredible hyperspace
decipherable truths, so I don't have to feel
all alone and completely isolated here. There really are
others who these gods have shared their secrets with, so super ass
wow, and hellapukeyuk to that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ButTERCHEESE-Big-ass-BUTTTTT folks, there is so much to that magical
office of this northeast Philadelphia throat specialist, that time
will NEVER EVER EVER NEVER, to quote the lovely Mizz Diana Ross,
allow, and Uncle Heinz Babylon Gottwald Non-Huntington “PERMIT”
me, to fully explore down the nth degreed detail and fullest
elaborations. I truly am sorry for this, but that doesn't fucking
mean that each blog or each few of them, I cannot slowly and
endlessly continue to attack the problem and decode the endless
mysteries of the quintessential super sleuths of Mega-Holmes on
steroids!!! This house connects into my MILI-2-FORCE GIVEN CHOKE
CONDITION of warp drive inventor Roddenberry/Zephran Cochran
short-out Kirk-Spock no-no-try, Paula Pau002153196 King's
non-Spellchecker antimatter-radio
of the non amplitude modulation
kind, and also electronic musical devices in general and heavyset
Caucasian police officer suits (ranked officers) who seem to not like
me for reasons that I never gave them any onus whatsoever to feel
that way about me. Something Bernie Sanders HUUUUGE is going on here,
and all joking fucking aside, I know it, they
know it, I know that they know it, and they know that I know that
they know it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And the 'THEY'
is of course the mighty and frightening gun in
the mouth non Griffin Pipe Visiting Ray-mundo's
MILI-2-FAWCES!!!!!!!!!!
Hey, if I had been a few miles away from Lindenwold that day, and in
Gloucester, I would have snuck over Merr, and told you not to worry
about being punished on Halloween Day for whatever it was you did,
only was that a year earlier in 1974, as the more I think of it, it
was, so that would all be as much of a moot point as worrying about
the great life formula of the Mountainpen, you know, Purgatory
Entities, when you are in contact with them, will bring about the
death siege from the Air Force and the MILITUFORCE in general, or
reduced down a whittle bit, PE+C=MDS. So Neo-Ho-Ren-Gay-Key-Oh to you
too, lovely Patty H!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Time
is merely a byproduct of the universe growing heavier/lighter. Over
extremely large cosmic time scales, and all learned nuclear
physicists know thisSSSSSSSSS and maybe Erica Cane from 1983-AMC does
too, but you all know that stars form from the original young cosmic
gasses after purgatory blows out into the hyper-dream, (BIG-BANG) as
you call it, and once stars form, a nuclear process makes heavier and
heavier elements after these same stars die. Thus time on its true
scale is caused by stars birthing and dying. Just as with kids
sticking their heads out of their parents car windows while the car
is in motion, they can feel the frictional forces of air molecules
pressing against them as their car goes faster, that same
acceleration against the weight of cosmos, forces time to dilate or
(slow down), and then resume back to normal after that acceleration
is reduced and or eventually halted all together. Before
I go on, at quarter past three, and for absolutely no reason
whatsoever, Sheriff Mascara kind sir, MY COMPUTER ALMOST CRASHED.
SOMEONE IN THE MILITUFORCE IS SCREWING WITH ME ILLEGALLY,
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So back to my point here, and yes
heredahelda Mister Microsoft Spellchecker; just as the kids in their
parents automobile would also feel less and less forces against them
as pressure from the winds go down from 50-40-25 miles per hour via
the automobile decelerating. This same thing is why time dilates as
we approach a near light velocity, only with slightly different
forces, but the very same powers go into play. This all will lead to
something and I won't try to get into it all until a proper
foundation is laid, so let me lay it folks, please, thank you. The
great Einstein was given visual-boxes inside of his mind by Astral
Plane Gods, (Coins and Coils). But never were things explained in a
competitiveness where we understand that things here in mortal waking
life, exist as they do directly as a result of the way the
Millionth-Council or the AWA (Astral World Authority) is all set up
to function and operate, by those in control, who would of course be,
those with the most energy. First, getting back to the mortal realm
of dreamed-out-hyperspace of physicality; TIME
in the MATTER POLARITY, is the UNIVERSE becoming HEAVIER.
TIME in the ANTI-MATTER POLARITY, is the
universe becoming lighter. Again, only atomic and nuclear
physicists understand a real connection to things that I will say,
but anyone is free to investigate and contact them, or go to a top
university physics department, or nuclear engineering department. So
atomic weight, which in some sense is cousinly to particle density's
RATIO (not Sorian-18) to MIND/GRAVITY, is creating cosmic fabric's
two of three parts, inside of its remaining other part, SINCE SPACE
IS NEEDED TO SEPARATE BOTH TIME-T, AND MIND/G. Now folks, I
don't mother fucking give six Peter's Prostate Problems why the
Milituforce attempted to crash my computer, I will only thank the
great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, Queen of the Astral-Plane
(PURGATORY-PLANK-TIME) that it did not succeed in
crashing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now this is why things are the way
that they are here in the dreamed out hyperspace called mortal waking
life by all of you, BUT IT'S ALSO WHY the
Purgatory operates in the way that it does; me good-ol' fiends
and friends out there on this marvelous and mighty yet absolutely
controlled, owned, and manipulated Interconnected Networking system
(internet). There really and truly is an
ORDER OF IMPORTANCE on this very well ordered and structured
ASTRAL-PLANE. This ruling force is called there, the AWA,
or the Astral World Authority,
simply and quite adequately named with elegant and simply direct to
the point nomenclature, me friends and fiends, Morians and Lessians.
666,666 Purgatites (Astral-world-entities) govern this
Millionth-Council (MC) at the location of the Capitol City, and call
themselves the Sahasra Dal Kanwal Majority, or the SDKM for short.
The remaining 333,334 entities of this 1,000,000 total entities
council, MC, are known as the Briggbase Residents, and are also known
as (AKA) the Lambrigg Cultists. They of course are across the great
incredible and absolutely unfathomable Teck Bay, that separates many
things in three full dimensions, Dogtown that mortals think of as
HELL, Sahasra Dal Kanwal that mortals think of as HEAVEN, and the
BRIGGBASE that is most furtherest away in a central in one of three
dimensions but extremely southwest of both Dogtown and SDK, across
this great mighty body of water that has on average a surf of 450
foot waves, and is over seventy three million miles long, fifty four
million miles thick, and nearly a million miles wide. Mortals cannot
get their minds around a realm that is like our great expansion, only
fully accessible and is so enormous that it dwarfs this universe by
endless zillions of times, and allows a full three dimensional
existence throughout the so-called space. Actually in truth, there is
no space or time for that matter in this incredible condition of
existence, but in each and every interaction that is one and the same
thing with every thought, all I can say is that it is as if space and
time were not only real, but a lot more real and vigorous to our
existence-connection into it, than anything here in waking mortal
life. One Kalpa is what humans can attempt to rationalize a time
period if it were lived as a human here on the Earth-Planet. This
Kalpa is an interaction averaged measurement. It would seem about
8,000,000 years long here. But smaller amounts
of this, called minnina-Kalpa's are used as well. Many hacks
are all over my computer Sheriff, and the
FAWCES HATE ME SAYING AND TELLING SO MANY POWERFUL
ASTRAL-SECRETS! Well, “TOUGH BEANS”, as my
late Uncle Mister Stuart Huntington Mason, would say this so
perfectly right about now if he were peering over my mother fucking
shoulder, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!! Yes a Minnina-Kalpa is one nine
thousandths of something, so if you pull out your trusty whittle
Walmart Calculator, kind folks; hit 8,000,000,
then your divided by key, and then hit
9,000. This will display the
888.888888888888 all the way to
however many digits your little box will go. That in mortal Earth
year/time, is an averaged unit of Astral equivalent measurement. It
is one MK, or nearly 889 years of our physical world time here on the
Earth-Planet. But the actual elections take place each KALPA, a
period seeming to be what 8,000,000 years would feel like here, to
us, should we have to suffer through one endlessly long dream.
Now
all of us are truly energy entities. If we were not, then we could
not be divided by the square of the speed of light, and end up
dreaming out here, hence, plank-time never would have gone any
further outward from the original void of singularity. But we do lose
our energy in the Plank Time, (Purgatory), and thus we do dream out
and create this hyperspace world where we all come to live,
eventually, in many different varying points across all of time and
hyperspace in transdimensional parallel worlds. Out far enough in the
weirdness of bull blown hyperspace, we may exist as a pizza pie and
we then turn into an old 50's Chevy, and all sorts of crazy stupid
wild nonsense. But in more localized regions of the fifth dimensional
hyperspace, we are almost as we are right here, with just some few
variances due to different decisions that we all make on a minute to
minute basis. But all that said, let me continue laying the
groundwork about Purgatory so that I can make more sense out of
waking world blown out hyperspace. As stated, if we weren't
energy-beings, all of us, we would and we could NOT be here, as we
would not be able to divide by C-SQ and begin to dream that we are
here in a physical system through and by way of a large sentient
brain system, powered by a physical body that pumps blood so that
this brain's gray-matter can be properly oxygenated and remain
'alive'. Now the Coins and the Coils are
on top of the Astral food-chain, so to speak, because they have the
most energy, the (Gods and Goddesses)
This is why when we first begin dreaming in each of our lifetimes
here as human beings, and yes, even the girls or the so called
'weaker-sex', which is a total laugh to me; but kids all love to sit
around and test their physical strength against each other, usually
done with 'arm wrestling'. But before you scoff and ask how one
minute I can be talking about sub atomic particle truths and then
even attempt to say that this topic is related, where a bunch of
school kids in a fourth grade recess yard sit around arm wrestling,
all I can say is “Don't laugh, just listen”. Kids are closest
in time, out of this Astral-Plane, if we
insist on seeing and perceiving the illusion of 'linear-time'.
This is why kids love to do this, and always have, and always will. I
remember my school days as clearly as shit on a shingle would stink,
and you all know that I am telling you the fucking total truth here.
Now this physical strength challenging mindset among the very young
and right up well into the teenaged years, verifies all that I have
said so far. Denying my truths of Morianity is just plain stupid, and
most of you out here know this. Yes, you too Erica, you know
thisSSSSSSSSS too, lovely girl Lucci!!!!!!!!!!!!! What
are these closest to the {PLANK-TIME} 'kids' really doing then; you
ask me? Well, a child can see this
truth, so can any of you adults see it yet? They
are putting together a 'hireokki', and yes, it is misspelled
because I am a lousy fucking speller, and Spellchecker is totally
impotent to assist me with the word, but if you pronounce it the way
I am spelling it, you will at least fucking know what I am saying
here. They are creating, whether it be in a
local playground, a school yard at recess, or wherever, but a
hireokki of who is who in the kid-world, and BASED ON WHO IS STRONGER
THAN WHO. Kids may measure this
in physical strength, but as they become
adults, this same energy fight for who is better than who, is
merely transferred into a bank balance sheet
system, and all of us know these truths are totally real,
and that I am making NONE
OF
THIS
UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Things will be re-channeled, yes; but this same struggle for power is
because in our true spirit existence on the
ASTRAL-PLANE, we are ENERGY ENTITIES, and we struggle there as
well, for position and power, that is unless we have a CITY
PASS into the great City of David, Heaven, SDK, call it
whatever you wish to, but it is there, and it is real; and folks, I
have human waking world memories of my being there, and with the
great Almighty SSJKK!!!! I also call HER Scylla,
and PINK GODDESS.
BUTTERCHEESE-BUTTTT, and big ass butt; we can
get back to this later on some time on other future blogs, as
for right now, my immediate point is energy, as in the laws of
thermodynamics and electromotive forces, E divided by T equals P, or
Energy divided by Time Equals Power.
Ask any great university if I am telling the truth,or if this is all
FAKE NEWS, huh CUZZ DONNIE-BOY??????????
Yes,
the Coins and the Coils have 99% or more of the energy, when we other
entities measure up to them. This is why, on the human world, we
human mortals get these “notions and
ideas”, to quote the lovely late Queen of Disco, Mizz
Donna Gaines Summer; of our concept of words that translate into
English waking world language religious systems, GODS, GODDESSES, or
even the monotheistic JEHOVAH GOD, or GOD. So naturally also, we
humans are here as Astral Plane Entities or (Purgatites) as Morianity
has coined the word and no pun intended with the word COIN or COINED,
IPYT, and are dreaming off of our Astral existence. Our dreams are
much more frequent, and the COINS/COILS are so full of power/energy,
that they hardly ever have any need to dream out here in the BIG BANG
(blown out fifth dimensional hyperspace. These GODS/GODDESSES are
usually very snooty about these truths, that they have most of the
energy, and we are basically an inferior or lower species, as I have
heard one of them term it upon several occasions. I speak of the
Demi-God Myrathus, a resident of the next province over from Olympia
Province, who has a huge mansion and property along the Ring River
and the Ring River Mountains Southnest called the Pulkajemjzayflaum
Pass. This is an area about the size of two Pacific Oceans on the
Earth Planet, and just his goddamn home is half the size of Russia.
He has said to me on several goddamn occasions that I am considered
to be the most arrogant mortal that any of the gods have ever known,
and that I must accept the reality that “I am a much lower species”
than the great Coils despite the fact that a giant beyond lovely coil
named Goddess Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis is in love with me and
lives with me at the Ricktown Manor in Ricktown, far from her home in
Olympia Proper. Yes, all these gods may be filled with their great
glorious glitter and shine from heredahelda to Timbuktu, but I still
love Goddess Diana, and speaking of her, she came over yesterday
morning to visit with me for a short while. Thank you so very much,
my beautiful lightning, IWALU, 990-990-990-990-990, ad thank you for
rescuing me from Whitney and her horrible friends on that crazy wild
beach shortly after she died here humanly, as mortals insist on
seeing and using the powerful illusions of linear
time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
don't give a fucking mighty Manny Moo Cow what anyone does or says or
anything. Why do so many people want to tell me that I am wrong? I am
most likely the one person is who totally right, and my wonderful
daughter knows this, and made a great comment on my site a long time
ago. Thank you Pink
Goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe some day, the world will
take Dan Mackey's advice, and grow up just a wee whittle bit, huh
Johnny Faster McDowell of the former FCC chair????????
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Chester-Frank. Hey I
was told to call you Chester, and would gladly have called you Frank.
I try to get along with people, YO!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA;
Mister Mike McNulty, from 1971, out in Exton,
Pennsylvania!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes sir world, I think most people
are crazier than Tracy's tripping traumas, yet they think I am the
mother fucking whack job; so imagine that, at light speed specialist
squared, huh Mister Microsoft
Spellchecker????????????
Welcome.Bienvenido.Bienvenue
Welcome.Bienvenido.Bienvenue
Welcome.Bienvenido.Bienvenue
Welcome.Bienvenido.Bienvenue
Welcome.Bienvenido.Bienvenue
Welcome.Bienvenido.Bienvenue
Thank
you CRAZY-COMCAST. Yes folks, my local library
told me that the first word is in ENGLISH. The second WELCOME word is
in SPANISH, and the third word is in FRENCH. Imagine that, Mizz
Antoinette Rabil and all pig eating beauty queens to hear my Cuzz-Don
tell it from across “THE WALL”. WOW to all camcorders and WALLS,
and SAINT JAMES PLACES, huh? LIKE WO, Billy Harner! Oh yes folks,
that wild Exploratronic Supermind Society dream from half a dozen
years back or a wee bit less. I mean, Gomer Pyle of all non-Pyle
Avenues and 125th
Streets everywhere, just couldn't say it better than this, I mean,
like, GOLLLLLEY, SAAAARGENT CAATTER, and a MY, MY, MERRY
MY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All this mother fucking time I
wondered about winding roads and paid bills and Comcast Cable
offices, and how it all fitted together. Well,
WELCOME.Bienvenido.Bienvenue, welcome, welcome, Mister Microsoft
Spellchecker!!!!!!!!!!! They wanted me to believe that I was going
through another goddamn INCOLLINGO EGG HARBOR CITY GROCERY STORE
incident, only it wasn't, and it has nothing whatsoever to do with
cupcakes, or not having proper driver license identification back up
there in goddamn ass New Jersey, or any other transdimensional
hyperspace activities. I am not being switched into some fucking ass
parallel universe. I AM JUST BEING CONTINUALLY FUCKING MESSED WITH BY
THE SAME OLD ENEMIES, YOU KNOW, THE MILITUFORCES, including the
ENTERTAINWORLD VIA THE ALMIGHTY COMCAST CABLE SYSTEM. SOSO-WEIN-SSDD.
Yes folks, it is all just the same mother fucking shit on a different
mother fucking day, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!! I sure wish
you'd goddamn help out an old diseased dying and totally fucking
pathetic old man, Sheriff Mascara sir!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, and yes, BUTTERCHEESE too Spellchecker, I won't
expect any fucking nice whittle miracles in here or in heredahelda
either, yo BRO!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
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