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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. This Fascitar
Astral Projection information was to get me primed for 'CONTACT',
and then the IMMC made sure to start a company and create the
contact-machine, my 'Privecode'.
Then in-between those two events was my 1980
Love
Is
for
Carpenters
interaction”. It not only fits, but it is symbolic as in the
lightning code of 1-2-3. So, to quote
Superman, as he said to Inspector Henderson, regarding the mobster
crook, Louigee; (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”!!!!! Now shall we examine some
more horrendous fucking bullshit in greater detail with additional
alacrity and succinctness; me kind and wonderful Blogaudians? Just as
the day that I opened up me wee whittle blog, kind lads and lassies
out here, in early January of 2006, and Blogger dot com asked me the
great question, to wit I retorted with me somewhat world famous
whittle answer, as copied below. I will now respond to a few ideas
recently posed to me by me new group of interested cove-club members,
that I believe just may have been secretly organized by me old pal
from half a duzz years back, 'AD-6'!!!! Don't die on me, or get all
snowed in there, Ed. I hear the Soviet Union gets its share of
fantastic blizzards. WEEEEEEEEEEEE, Chester Frank! You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits? To start with, I
could make a VERY
ANGRY
MOTHER.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet.
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The
reason for this blog is because I am back to getting annoying shit
from my upstairs nabe continually now, along with other fucking
bullshit, such as being awakened with another power outage this
goddamn shit eating screwed up fucking MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING,
somewhere around eight of the clock!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me this THIS
ENTIRE MONTH OF MOTHER FUCKING
February, of the year of 2019,
on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719,
G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and
HOLD.
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted
long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone
is colored RED. The
low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic
reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional),
(AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
MAGNESONIC, on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE,
PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be
transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P
Yes
baby-mama Patty and her tennis pal. WOW-THAT!!!!!!!!!!
BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT folks, the real deal here is
TWINALITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This
is why I believe that I am being carefully watched over now, after
the recent 'contact' made by the great and wonderful SHERIFFS OFFICE,
directly following me ol' blog that discussed this topic of my blog
turning into a double blog from nothing that I did, but that some
clever Lamist-Black Hat Hacker did, quite fucking obviously. But
shall we get back on pernt now, Mister Archibald Bunkerqueens, and go
on with the topic that I must now further explore with my
Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
is a whole fucking lot to this, huh, Donna Lalassas Patterson and
Phyllis Mashell Lover-boy??????????????????
TEE-HEE-HEE-WHAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MIKE!
I'M
JUST LAYING HEREdahelda AND HERE!
FORGET
STAIRS, CATS, CARS, AND CHASES, or greenlines from 2011 Youtube
pages!!!!!!!
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. 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. The
FASCITAR method of intentionally going 'OOB'
is a powerful way of controlling dream-traveling by our spirit part
of ourselves.
This is what the magical school taught, and I fully believe it was
part of or in some mysterious way connected with and into, the
school at the Cherry Hill Ellisberg Circle in Jersey back in 1970,
that I attended while also attending the Cooley Hall Bancroft School.
But I also believe that both of these chapters in this same school
had a headquarters elsewhere, and one of them was done by way of a
mail order system, quite advanced for the times, don't you think.
After-all folks, mail order studying by way of online campuses was
just not available in those days. It is all a part of our new age
digital days revolution. Still, the entire school, the mail order
part that
Patricia
Hollister
seemed to somehow be connected in and through back in those days,
as well as the physical structures, are all merely a mortal world
counterpart of this otherwise known as the Teck Bay Mystery School of
Province Olympia on the Astral Plane or the purgatory as the Catholic
folks use the term, and not fully understood by them by any means.
OOB
by the way stands for OUT
OF
BODY,
and I nor Morianity made up this term or abbreviated system. This has
been around for a long time, along with the two cousins, NDE, and OB,
for Near Death Experience, and simply and quicker said, Out-Body.
Mortals on the Earth Planet, except for the spiritual few who,
unfortunately for the very most part, misuse their gifts for profit
and material gain, which totally in the long run, circumvents the
system, since materialization and the energy astral worlds/realms are
about as noon and midnight as anything can possibly ever be, but
still; most people here awake and so-called alive, cannot see the
linear time illusion and insist on seeing existence and life and
beyond it so backward and in reverse, that they insist on calling OOB
stuff, out of body. We all are simply existing in a timeless
purgatory. We dream off of it in what the world of cosmology labels
as the still completely unknown “big-bang” or singularity that
blew out into plank-time, and then from there, into all of this.
Continuing to see the truth in reverse will always make people say
things such as the 'afterlife' or 'out of our body' as if any of that
is true. Only the great religion of light and sound or Eckankar peeps
know that we do not go anywhere during what they call 'soul-travel'.
We don't. It is a realization, just is what happened to me in Atco in
1983 when suddenly all infinity was revealed to me despite my being
trapped in a time dimension here, and awake in this body. The
Fascitar is just a tool that creates the magical bridge if you will,
allowing CONTACT to be connected up, between us here, and us there.
Now I do not ever mean to say that we here are the gods, and the
great Hebrew Bible does reveal some powerful stuff about us becoming
as they are in HEAVEN, equal to them, this is all in there. Equal in
awareness is the truth here, not in a true value of energy. We simply
are NOT AS HIGH AN ENERGY VALUE as are the COINS or the COILS. This
is just simple reality, or to quote the mighty and cool Mister Dennis
Snyder from up there in Jersey, back a decade or so ago, “That's
just reality son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
folks, simply put, the
FASCITAR simply is a bridge,
to both the worlds of the fifth dimensional hyperspace, as well as to
the Plank Time (Astral
Plane-Purgatory),
and can also be thought of as dimensions of the spiritual realities
and truths of existence!!!! With
this bridge, contact and communication can and is being done between
THEM and US. There are NO SPACE ALIENS OR UFO'S, not in the way you
all think of and believe in,
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT and BIG ASS BUTTERCHEESE BUTTTTTS; I suppose that
there
may as well be,
because this illusion can be created and quite easily sustained, as
can so many illusions, and so much spiritual MAYA; to quote that same
great group, known as the ECKISTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Most
communications are done when our human brains are not all focused by
the events that connect into our five sensory systems, and we call
this altered and dream states of awareness or consciousness AKA the
brain realms of the unconsciousness. This is when a
natural connective process takes place,
between us
there,
and us
here.
Yes Microsoft Spellchecker, and HEREdahelda!!!!! Any contact made in
this way is within acceptable norms. There
is a powerful authority known Astrally as the MILLIONTH COUNCIL.
This on the human world translates into the so-called global
universal authority militarily that appears to be covertly governing
and controlling just how much we are PERMITTED to know, or do, or
even believe for that matter, on this topic. Morianity
has given them the label of MILITUFORCE (MILI-2-FORCE).
When we do stuff that they
consider to be outside of this permission-barrier
if you will; then this is when life becomes total torment due to
their PERSECUTION
AND ENDLESS
HARASSMENT,
to the point in some cases, such as mine, where life literally is
turned into an intolerable horrific fucking nightmare forever and
ever, without relief or remedy or hope of any kind, other than the
grave and death itself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I would in all honestly proclaim here that based on my decades of
being under this horrendous fucking nightmare with the MILI-2-FORCE
or (ASTRAL
WORLD MILLIONTH COUNCIL
OPERATING THROUGH HUMANS, ON THE EARTH-PLANET; that about a third of
the law enforcement officers in the United States, absolutely
know that Morianity tells a true and extremely fucking sad hellish
story and tale of unfathomable and inconceivable woe!!!!!!!!!!!!
They
are all powerless to do anything about my troubles and hellishness of
course,
as was the Prosecutor ADA Mister Ron Wirtz Senior, up in Camden
County, New Jersey, USAESMWG, back in the fucking cunt eating
nineteen-nineties, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hillary
Clinton wanted to get to the bottom of all of this, and it was during
her run for the presidency against Mister dirt bag future
USA-King-Dictator, that I
definitely heard my name being shouted out,
right after her gal-pal finished singing her wonderful fight song. Of
wow am I going to treat myself to a hot fudge sundae later today, and
think about 1997 and lovely Kate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes
Sheriff sir, pull the tapes from the campaign,
and you wil see that I do not make up stories or ever tell lies on
these blogs!!!!!!!!!!
I
did make an error however, and when an error is discovered, I correct
and amend previous texts just as soon as time permits. I
told how me bwogs were started up again in August of 2018, as a
result of an enemy MILITUFORCE ASSAULT one night,
and my speaking to a neighbor in the common hallway of the building
heredahelda and HERE; and
this led me to blogging again after stopping for a quarter of a
decade.
I said that the MILITUFORCE
had punished her by giving her terminal cancer,
because all her hair is shaved off, and naturally when we see this
happen to a woman, we
all assume the BIG-C.
Well, I spoke to her fiance' a few days ago, and he told me that this
is due to a very bad automobile accident. Hey, whatever, and also,
same diff. A bad car crash led to the soon to follow demise of my old
Haddon Township High School Social Studies Teacher by the name of
Misses Moldoff. People get injured and killed every day in serious
car crashes, as all the shyster lawyers out there know only too damn
ass well. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Yes
me ol' school chum in Mildred Young's class as well as Dan Mackey's
class, back in 1972 at the great and illustrious and now mysteriously
and quite suddenly defunct, COOLEY HALL HIGH HELL, Mister retired FCC
Chairman, Robert McDowell, of Fort Wayne, Indiana, previously from
Gibbstown, New Jersey, USAESMWG. WOW, speak about Calendar-CONTACT,
and the great TIMELESS SATELLITE, perhaps not that far out into space
with the Milituforce 'aliens and flying saucers', BUTTERCHEESE and
BIG ASS BUTT
STILL,
Detective
Lenny Briscoe
of 'L&O' sir; space is space, and contact is contact, and Bob
McDowell did indeed engage me in a conversation over the telephone
one day before leaving for Fort Wayne with his parents back in 1973,
and I told him about the calendars, and he was taping me, and he
played it back to me, and my mom hit the roof! She was all worried
that I would be in trouble for saying things so outlandish and
totally far out there, or to quote my old pal also from the great
COOLEY HALL H.H., Mister Russ Thaxton, I was blowing everybody's
mind, especially
Sir Count Von-Richard Lennon Marcucci
Vamcucci's mind, back in the autumn months of that great and awesome
fucking year of 1969!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! CONTACT, FCC, as in communications,
you all know it stands for the mother fucking not Johnny fucker
Jokester Faster FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO, and NO NO NO NO Nuclatron Offspring Nuclatron Offspring, NO
NO NO NO, I
absolutely do not believe in these wild ass never ending fucking
'coinkedeenks', me BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“SO SAHWEE”, Mister
Pearl 'CONTACT' 1996 Harbor SARAH
MARYDRESS
KRASSLEGREEN
TRINITYBALCONIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
as we all reexamine shit here, and yes Spellchecker, as we examine it
also heredahelda; as all things in my horrible wiped out mother
fucking nightmare endless existence is right out of the fucking cunt
eating gates of DOGTOWN
ITSELF or as mortals call it, (H—E—L--L),
we HAVE a true first
contact in December of 1969
with that stolen chain dream where the chain was then somehow
mysteriously fucking removed from my apartment at the Dellway Arms in
Oaklyn, New Jersey, for real as well as maybe even FOR REALE, huh
kind Sheriff KJM? Then
we have contact 2.
Patty H gives me the great FASCITAR TOOL necessary for me to begin
establishing
a much higher
or greater contact, without even going onto any streets otherwise
covertly known as Electric
Avenue
or concerning ourselves with any ghosts in the Privecode machine or
any other machines for that matter, in or surrounding the great all
mighty fucking RIAA (AKA the Recording Industry Association of
America). Now during December of 1969 when first contact was
established yet remained within the ranges of non-harassing
parameters due to no machines or electronics being used so far, the
great PROJECT BLUEBOOK was defunded and supposedly killed. This means
nothing because a defunded project just goes deep into the
shadow-government, and the shadow-military systems, after and once it
is defunded, and classified as killed. These little secrets are all
fully specified with top top secret clearances and those permitted to
view files labeled under such things as MAJ-12. These are all totally
real facts, kind Sheriff, and is all why I'm being endlessly fucked
with and harassed, kind sir!!!!!!!! But then there was not only first
contact in 1969 and second contact in 1974, but there was 3rd,
4th,
and 5th
contact as well, for me sir. THIRD
CONTACT in 1980
was within the acceptable ranges and parameters, that is until I
dared to copyright the great LOIS FOCA SONG, and make such a big deal
out of it, and of course kind sir, IT WAS A VERY VERY VERY BIG DEAL,
huh lovely Ingrid? Fourth
Contact was definitely NAUT within those MC (Millionth-Council
accepted and permitted barriers and boundaries
of
ALL RED LINES,
and this was my purchase and usage of the
great almighty PRIVECODE-MACHINE,
and along with it, an entire system of other devices, all plugged in
line with a connected online system which back then was the AT&T
telephone line system. FIFTH CONTACT would come still further along
the illusionary time line after fourteen more years, in the early
middle summer time in the year of 1997, and on the great and very
special night and anniversary of my leaving the child molester home
in Ventnor, New Jersey, owned by boy-toucher fagot, Mister Thomas J.
Reale. This was not only what it was, as so many love to say today,
that famous line of “It is what it is”, but it also was SO MUCH
MOTHER FUCKING MORE too, me kind folks out heredahelda and
HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just as with the 1969 FIRST CONTACT, and I don't
mean when the Vulcan fictional race of aliens came to the
Earth-Planet on a Star Trek Roddenberry show, but for REALE, huh
TEASING radio station WAYV-FM owner PAULA? Just as upon awakening out
of the 1969 interaction, I checked the chain in the closet as she
told me to do, and IT WAS GONE JUST AS SHE SAID THAT IT WOULD BE. In
the 1997 interaction, she was down on 10-SC Avenue flicking cigars
with her powerful giant beautiful hands, and when I drove down there,
THERE SHE WAS right there JUST LIKE IN THE MOTHER FUCKING DREAM FROM
ABOUT FOUR HOURS EARLIER THAT 12TH DAY IN JULY OF 1997. I had not
actually seen Paula since that night on the Public Transit Bus on
Arkansas Avenue, when she was boarding it with her friends and she
said that my face was all messed up, which it was, from a nasty-ass
case of sunburn,
but hey, it wasn't Starburn,
or for that matter, it wasn't even star-shine,
Mizz Donna Gaines Adrian Summer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well actually I
am in error here. It was from STAR BURN. The sun is just another big
white star in our wonderful fucking milky Way Galaxy. It just happens
to be a whole lot closer to us than those other ones so far away out
there into the great expansion. Let me now up it by one balloon
blowing dimension her,e oh wonderful and late-great Doctor Coral
Sagan. Like WEEEEEEEEEEEE and like fucking WOW, all Joanna's out
heredahelda and out here everywhere, precious or
NAUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks, just as in 1969, the 1997
interaction had “real-world” connections or what Morianity has
come to term and label “Towel
Seepage
Effects”!
Can TSE
be applied astrally to humanly as well as just in interdimensional
hyperspace? Well, read the damn bible, General Patton and see it for
yourself. Read it every goddamn day for that matter, as it certainly
won't hurt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks, there she was, right there at
her dad's parking lot on Tennessee Avenue, sandwiched in-between the
great and fucking illustrious Robert McGuire owned Pittsburgh Hotel
and Erin Bar building to the west, and the great Casino control
Commission parking lot to the east. There was giant Paula, and now
perhaps the United States Copyright Office can better understand
those late 1997 song lyrics that I sent down to them that said my
giant queen walked by and that we would meet again at her dad's
parking lot, JK as in mother fucking John king,who passed away I
believe in 2006, right before the time that Bob McGuire totaled my
automobile, and intimidated myself and Mister Edward Himacane Lynch,
for doing no more that legally parking on a public street and taking
completely legal photos as tourists in Atlantic City, to put on the
Morianity-Foundation website, www.morianity-foundation.com/
and on that site before I lost it to the enemy WOMO-M2F, was McGuire
himself, pulling a stunt that no normal ordinary person could ever
do. He was right there at our car, and was totally invisible to Ed
and I, Mister Twilight Zone Harrington. Only thing here in this
TWILIGHT ZONE however, is that the digital video camera WAS ABLE to
pick up his image. He was standing right there at the passenger front
side of my car with his fist clenched as some see it, and others told
me it looked like a gun that was half there and half not there. Do
you get an idea of what I am up against here, KIND SHERIFF KJM
SIR???????????????????????????? Right after that day in middle late
October sometime in 2006, kind Sheriff sir, my car ran slower and
slower and eventually totally died, because that horrible mother
fucking monster jerk off prick, had put sand in my gas tank when Ed
and I had walked up to the boardwalk so that he could buy a newspaper
from the machines up there.
Yes
people, the majority of contact between the Astral World GODS and
GODDESSES or the (COINS AND COILS), and all of US, is done with our
semi-conscious hypnogogic state of mind (AKA our subconscious) or in
rare cases this same contact can indeed be done by and through
ELECTRONIC DEVICES. All of this appears to be really honestly coming
out on this fantastic brand new TV-series, called, PROJECT BLUEBOOK,
on the marvelous HISTORY CHANNEL ON CABLE TELEVISION. Then of course
on top of all of this is the unforgettable non-Nat K-I-N-G Cole
PATTY-H. She uses weird shapes to get into your mind to do some
advanced type of hypnotic-mind-control. Who
out here saw the last episode of the PROJECT-BLUEBOOK,
where once the shape design thing was shown to the guy who was being
controlled, and it
then acted as an OFF-SWITCH,
and he poured
gasoline all over his body,
and lit himself ablaze?
I know I not only saw it, but this made me remember, how to this
very day, when I am close to sleep, I still see many shapes in my
head, that Patty
told me were used on the ASTRAL
PLANE,
or to the point of view of the
still misinformed MILITUFORCE (M2F),
the
UFO-ALIEN ENTITIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I will be saying much more about many deadly fucking dangerous
things, if they don't leave me goddamn ass fucking alone; sir
SHERIFF!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
The
doctor who I see at my nut-job clinic so that I am able to have my
anti-anxiety medication prescribed, is suddenly retiring. I got the
phone call from the Treasure Coast community Health Clinic back last
Thursday. What
none of you know about is that ever since the new year, I have weened
myself practically off of this horrible shit, and they NO LONGER WILL
BE ABLE TO CONTROL ME OR USE THIS TO HANG OVER ME, AND THREATEN ME
WITH COVERTLY NOW.
Since
the new year I have cut down my dosage from four and a half pills
weekly to one pill all through January.
So far in February, I have NOT
TAKEN ANY AT ALL.
It will be a long while before I feel completely OK, but I am not
going to allow myself to be used by this force any longer. There are
many powerful things to be told, and I have a goddamn fucking feeling
that no holds will be barred or punches pulled, much longer. FUCK
ALL OF YOUR COCK SUCKING RED
LINES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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FEBRUARY, 2019
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PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA
©
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr--------2006-2019, BOM (Blogs
Of Mountainpen)
Sheriff
KJM kind sir, YYYYYYYY my upstairs mother fucking nabe from hell is
persecuting me, I DON'T KNOW, but AGENT CONDOR and AGENT FALCON I am
quite positive do have the answers concerning my endless mother
fucking dilemma. I do know that they woke me up AGAIN this
morning, and all day long, have been making banging sounds on my wall
as if these cunt chewing fucking turds have nothing at all to do in
life other than hang up brand new cunt sucking pictures on their
goddamn walls on a weekly basis. Who hangs tons of new pictures every
single mother fucking week, without end, SHERIFF, TELL
ME WHO DOES THIS, and I will tell you; THEY
DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
got your message Sheriff, yessir, BOTH
messages. Thank you. I know now
that you will do your best to look into my
incredible nightmarish junk straight from the gates that surround
DOGTOWN ITSELF!!!!!!!!!!!! I think we both are smart enough to
see through the numbers that parallel universe FRANKLIN was shouting
so hauntingly to me from distant blocks away. LIKE '''WOW''', lovely
1979 JOANN-A????????????????????
As I speak-type at 3:14 P.M., a
super loud vehicle just roared past me, out on Seventh Street.
WOWOWOWO-MO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please do all that you can to
look out for me right now, as I AM GETTING
MURDERED IN HEREdahelda AND IN HERE TOO, MISTER MIKE
HELL-WRECKER, and all big ass BUTT BUTTERCHEESES
from Starburn, Pennsylvania, Parallel World-1986ville!!!!!!!!
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. There really is a GODDESS FASCITAR
in the Purgatory. She is the one who made sure, in this game so to
speak, that the magical Hollister School
existed, and that lovely Patty had those cassette tapes either on her
desk or near or in her trash can at the office on that day in late
1973 or early in 1974 somewhere. I know all of this clearly as
all shit now, today, because nothing else makes one single tiny
mother fucking iota of sense or is at all fucking ass logical
whatsoever, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!! The same Goddess Fascitar
who brought her KNOWELDGE & WISDOM OF FASCITAR TO THE EARTH
PLANET REALM of humanity and physical C-SQUARED DIVIDED SOUL
CONSCIOUSNESS, also made someone mtysteriouly call another god who
told me that he was on vacation here on the Earth Planet, Mister
Steve Murray from the pipe company where I was the security officer
at the time in 2003. He said they just called him up out of the blue
to work for them when he never even had applied there for a job. He
wanted me to know this fact and was quite fucking cunt emphatic about
theansweristheqyuestion and about the information, KIND SHERIFF KJM,
SIR!!!!!!!!!! These same HALLS FAWCES, in the
image of Goddess Fascitar, did all of these things; so that these
things I now am blogging and telling the world of waking
consciousness, would all come to pass, and CONTACT would be made and
further established, between me and the FAWCES of the PURGATORY or
(Astral-Plane), yo yo yo yo yo me
BRO!!!!!! No, Mister Mike Hell Wrecker, not
BROadcasters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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. 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. Is PEE really
sending John King to me, and would that magical beach water hose have
really done something should I have used it on myself that hot summer
day back in late August of 1996, to bring my wonderful daughter
Patty-Paula Junior (PEE) even closer to me here in this realm where I
sit here now in HELL, typing out this fucking cunt huffing horrendous
blog of wo-wiz-me's and miseries on steroids?????????????????
http://theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me on this 00000 day and this 00000
day in February, of the year of 2019, on a crush-destruct
order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command,
General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4
sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted
long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone
is colored RED. The
low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic
reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional),
(AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC',
on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P
END
TWANSMISSION.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
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