She
didn't hack herself out!!!!!!!!!!!!
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT
AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHPT. 6
3:00
POST
MERIDIAN
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON
8
NOVEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
FRIDAY,
NOVEMBER 8, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 4:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4
WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3
WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.
FULL
MOON ACTUALLY MEANS
THAT IT IS 12 NOON ON
THE MOON.
No
sir, Merry didn't hack herself out!!!!
Does
anybody ever scratch their heads and won der why PIK GODDESS has done
all of this to me for millions of eons?
IF
THIS KEEPS UP, this will be the rating for
MOUNTAINPEN'S
WEEKLY SECRET SCALES THERMOMETER/BAROMETER:
Week
***********************************************l
the
week ending Tuesday afternoon, 11-12-2019.
AND
THAT, I ABSOLUTELY PROMISE YOU ALL!
IT'S
HOT-HOT-HOT; SO WHO CARES ABOUT DETAILS?
DATE----------------TIME------------
TEMPERATURE:----
HEAT
INDEX FEELS LIKE TEMP:----
HUMIDITY:----
WINDS:----
PREDICTED
HIGH:----
SKY
CONDITIONS PRESENTLY:----
RAIN
CHANCES TODAY:----
I
have a question for my awesome wonderful County Sheriff, in all
serious honesty? Just HOW DAMN LONG DOES IT
TAKE FOR THESE ASSHOLE ROAD REPAIR CREW DUDES TO FINISH UP THEIR
SILLY PROJECT OUTSIDE OF ME' OL' WHITTLE WINDER? I mean to
quote Queen Katy and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”! So
I now say to this evil rotten wicked world:
“AND
VIVA
MORIANITY!”
The
time was back
in 1984,
and I said to myself in SPACE-TIME-MIND, VIVA-MORIANITY; along with
some 'other
not so nice things',
most likely; me' good people!
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In
Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
mountainpen@comcast.net
The MILITUFORCE has also
disabled me' mother
fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL at
the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC!
Local Weather Cameras
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
NOW
WE HAVE WALKED THE COURSE, AND SEEN HOW THINGS DO NOT MAGICALLY
CHANGE; BUT THAT VIA EXPLORATRONIC DEVELOPMENTS, FIFTH DIMENSIONAL
ENERGY IS WHAT ACTUALLY INTERCHANGES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW
world, I can make anyone out here a billionaire, and you don't even
want to hear it. This tells me a lot more than just about the late
springtime fake out job at 506 Robin Hill Apartments with my mother,
regarding the POISON CIGARETTE that she pretended I had smoked. But
how much other poison in my food, was not faked, or techno-cooked or
popped; but was really mother fucking REAL/E, Tommy boy
Child-Molester, and the entity indwelling him causing him to only do
this one time in his life with one boy and no one else? All you have
to do to know how fucking cunt true and powerful, this 'ESS deal'
really and truly is; is to watch the great show
on TV, called, “L&O-SVU”,
Lightbulb Hacker MICROSUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How many times have I
heard Detective Stabler say; child molesters NEVER do it just once,
yet no record of anything exists on this mother fucker. Just how
powerful and connected could this Kennedy-Clansman be, or how
powerful is the ESS may be a better and more accurately descriptive
question to ask here; kind ladies and gentlemen, YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am killing a lot of 'DRONE
INSECTS',
called by me back in 1987, many times; “mini-droids”. You see
folks, I knew even fucking cunt way back then, all this shit that I
know right now. There just was no blogging or internet yet, for me
to use as an open forum; and tell all of this directly and publicly;
Ron
Wirtz Senior and Junior, ADA's, Camden County, New Jersey
Prosecutor's Office!!!!!
FCC,
BOB MCDOWELL, the MILITUFORCE
just struck me again,
this fucking cunt time with a (`~HACK) YO!!!! Even you couldn't keep
me trapped in 1968 forever, McKannon Shoebox Maceblood!!!!
EVEN
THE GREAT AND FUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY,
cannot stop me from telling it all, day after day, and they cannot
kill me, as I do not stay dead, ''shithead Argon''; but I do predict
things every bit as powerful as fuckiGN Nostradamus did, and they all
know it, © Office Examiners from 1988, and McDonald's tune dancers
also!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Keep it a little lower, Mister Connery
JB, nabes'll fucking complain again, out on Astral Way Boulevard,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! I
just took another nasty fucking MOUSE-HACK,
as it took me 5 times to finally get that fucking first nine words of
this paragraph, to come out in a different color, and be slanted.
Each time I made the highlight, the
cunt eating fucking mouse-hack made it disappear,
before I could effect the changes. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, MIZZ
BONDI, AND BOB MC FCC DOWELL, YO YO YO YO?
Life
is major fucked up for me. I just took another mother fucking
MICROSUCKS HACK, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, YO, AT 8:53 PM WHILE STARTING THIS
BLOG RIGHT NOW. First, the document froze or the program did, and
then on came their garbage stupid mother fucking LIGHTBULB HACK
PROMPT.
Just
as I begin to tell more and more of the really good stuff that folks
could learn to implement and use, in their own lives; and begin
exploring what levels that humanity truly is able to achieve; the
bulk of my viewers vanish, with the Ingrid-84-Robin Hill Poison Cake
Cigarettes, bloody shoes, and burned down houses and all; right Sara
J. Karge of Trenton, New Jersey, born July 18, '1896; and not a year
typo that time', folks. But the mother fucking prick hacker shits did
indeed TRY and HACK me again, as it came out 1986, and this time I
wanted it to come out 1896. Tell me folks, what in all gods honesty
are the mother fucking odds for all of this to endlessly keep fucking
ass happening to me, day in and day out, for 30+ mother fucking
years, and no, I am quietly asking, not shouting from the foot of any
October 5, 2008
stairs,
or for that matter, late 1972
stairs
either, Mizz Karge from Trentsylvania McGuire of the powerful ETTOS
brain forgetter machine club!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
General
Patton wished he had kissed that son of a bitch soldier, that he
slapped that day, during World War II. I wish that I never did that
1983 remake song, called, “YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”!
I also fucking wish; FCC BOB MCDOWELL; that you could do something
about this recent rotten MAJOR
FUCKING MICROSOFT RELENTLESS HACKING;
every dam time I try doing a blog any fucking more; as I just took a
dam ass (WORD-DISAPPEARING-HACK), right now, old pal. Again
Mashell Daniels, I am entitled to MY PERSONAL OPINION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hello,
alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am
ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal
Kanwal; thanks to my
awesome great teen-queen, SSJK.
It
went up to 94 degrees here in town today, dropping recently 13 lovely
ass degrees with very high humidity, SOSO-SSDD-WEIN???????????
SSSSSSSOOOOOOO
MISTER ARTHUR CRANE FROM 1991-TCE; I SEE OUR 'FRIENDS' ARE OUT THERE
AND ACTIVE, OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, her name was Paula King, so
you can pass it onto our mutual peeps who have their own covert
retaliatory strikes down to a nice pattern also! Dawn my kidnapper
died on New Years Day of 2011, so I am a free man, and living down
here in Fort Pierce, at 601 Avenue B, Apartment Unit #607, if you
wanna' ever come down for a visit.
WEEEEEEEEEEE.
What a wovwee wovwee weeled we wive in, Elmer Wabbit Fwudd. Aniwho,
no one to my knowledge, in any religion or philosophy or science, has
put together the truth that MORIANITY has told, concerning the
REALITY-TRIANGLE, you all know exactly what this is; (DREAMING,
HYPERSPACE, EXPLORATRONS).
Folks,
I hope that you all have one hell of a great and wonderful day.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.
And
frankly Congressman Robert Andrews; I don't even care. All we can
try, is to live and to die; with love for each other to share; along
with a lot of dirty rotten type-3-exploratrons fucking with a lot of
us; I would suppose, sir!
JANE
WHORE FONDA GOT ME FUCKING AGAIN, ME' WONDERFUL FOLKS, YO! What an
endless witch-bitch on steroids, yo! Here's me' mother fucking
'FIVE's' to cunt-phlegm-rape, me' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA, IS THIS ELDER ABUSE AND ILLEGAL TACTICS AGAINST
ME, OR IS ALL OF THIS JUST IN MY SICKO NUTCASE CRACKPOT IMAGINATION
SIR??? BE HONEST AND REAL WITH ME, SIR!
The
MILITUFORCE
has also disabled
me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL
at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! The
MILITUFORCE
has also disabled
me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL
at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! The
MILITUFORCE
has also disabled
me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL
at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! The
MILITUFORCE
has also disabled
me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL
at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! The
MILITUFORCE
has also disabled
me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL
at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! The
MILITUFORCE
has also disabled
me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL
at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! The
MILITUFORCE
has also disabled
me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL
at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! The
MILITUFORCE
has also disabled
me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL
at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! The
MILITUFORCE
has also disabled
me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL
at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! The
MILITUFORCE
has also disabled
me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL
at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! The
MILITUFORCE
has also disabled
me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL
at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! The
MILITUFORCE
has also disabled
me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL
at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! Are
you ever going to help out one of your poor persecuted and illegally
oppressed county-citizen under your jurisdiction??????
JUNE
26, 2014,
THURSDAY
EVENING AT 10:15,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 79 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 85% and I'm fucking 85% hacked!
Aha-aha-aha-aha-aha,
Mister McNulty!
ALLIGATOR
HATERS
ANONYMOUS
(AHA)!
It
is pouring rain now, at nine past three on this afternoon, stopping
the road noise for a short wee bit of time, so TEE-HEE-HEE
lovely bus riding Madonna from that day on the school road trip into
NYC in 1972.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THAT, huh lovely Sarah Watergate Jacobson. WOW-WOW
big O,
is it pouring down torrential rain buckets outside of me' ol' winder,
on this Friday afternoon, and NAUT back in 2104, but rather here in
the STM measured separation period known as November 8, 2019. So
imagine that, all crackpots, and all sheriff's everywhere!
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Hey
the world figured out that scrambling up reality, and adding the
new technologies of the old techno-music; can alter reality in
wild ways. I hate to take credit for a lot of this new age mess,
but despite being intentionally kept quite obscure in all of this
by MILITUFORCES of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL and the ASTRAL-PLANE'S
BRIGGBASE SYSTEM or the political arena of the spirit-world, I AM
INDEED THE FATHER OF MORE THINGS THAN JUST 'DOCTOR JACK'S EGG'! A
child can see how Morianity played into the entire mess the world
is in, politically, as well as the entire new computerized reality
taking things into places where it never ought to have fucking
gone in its wildest damn dares. Still, here we are, and here is
therefore where we all need to be quite concerned about. It is not
possible to recreate or edit time-lines unless we are members of
the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I for one know that, and
admit to openly and honestly, I am most certainly and definitely,
sir Thaxton; a member of the wild Astral-Groupation that morianity
calls and labels, the ESS! Mister Don-Jon Trump on the other hand
is NAUT in this limited league, and I fully believe that he is
indeed one of the ESS. Still, he took both PARALLEL EVENT as well
as MORIANITY, and used them to catapult himself into the
quintessential alto regions here in the magical lands of
physicality and humanness, called by some in the spiritual and
psychic circles as well as the great religion of light and sound,
known as Eckankar, the 'PHYSICAL PLANE'. Unless you've been hiding
under a whole fucking huge bunch of rocks for the past half decade
or so, we all know about these things, and we all know that it was
right after my song that I had the Bonjovi's remake over at the
AVALON RECORDING STUDIO back in 2013, called, “You'll Be
Crossing Over”; that these things started to happen and then
balloon into what they all are today, all over this mother fucking
great globe called the EARTH-PLANET, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!
Folks,
playing with hyperspace, and doing all manner of things that I
have come to do on my blog,
is old stale bread. The entertainment world has been trying to
fuckiGN control our minds with this very same weird, whacky, and
off the fuckiGN wall knowledge and technology, YO! I promise you
that this is the truth, but I cannot make you see I am telling the
truth. That will all be something that is part of, as the Buddhist
Religion calls it, all of your own karma's. Far be it for me to
interfere with the circulation of life and events, as I am not
even yet totally a full fledged TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON, (T3E). But the
next time I am told to take something up to a Comcast Office in a
parallel universe, my lovely daughter Patty-Paula King Junior; you
bet I am going to do it, if I have to muster up the courage of a
thousand super ass heroes. A
BIG-ASS MACY-MACKEY-W—O—W
is most definitely in order here, right Microsucks Light Fucking
Asshole Bulb???????????? OOPS, another mother fucking super
annoying hack, FCC
BOB MCDOWELL, the fucking (`~HACK),
one of the MILITUFORCE'S VERY FAVES NOW, SO IT SEEMS,
BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also as you can plainly see, old pal
and sir; the FUCKING hack is powerful as
well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hungry yet to cross over,
and get your feast on; Sarah Cousin-Karge Callio????????????????
Just
as all other things are always doomed to fail that I ever can
possibly try and undertake, this blog also is a complete failure.
I'm glad the other two doggies are having a much more successful
time in their blogging endeavors than I am, but would cut off my
fucking arms and legs and nuts, to know just what all these
secrets are, as I do know there are secrets, and I do know they
are well fucking cunt lapping guarded, on pain of death, and not
at the Griffin
Pipe Company,
although, I told you all how the dude in the L&O show came
around a lot, as no one looks that totally alike if they are not,
not even fucking ass twins, and I have a lot of twins in my
family, just start rereading, and archiving my older blogs where
they all began, back in early 2006, and see that fact for
yourselves, kind lads and lassies, YO! YES, I am fat, and OH-SHIT,
not yet on the SYFY CHANNEL, and I'm quite sure, NOT
EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!! My
stolen ripped off ideas, yes;
but me being allowed one single mother fucking ounce of credit,
for one thing I ever did in this 60 years, by this sick fuckiGN
world, that hates me worse than they all fucking hated Jesus
fucking Christ; FORGET
IT, UNFORGETTABLE MENTALIST NASTRADAMUS.
Don't believe anything I ever say, ya' fucking moron jerk offs,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! WHAAAA you silwee fucking
wabbits!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
first need and wish to thank someone who means more to me than
anything in this entire multiverse times infinity, DIANA ARTEEMIS,
for coming around me yesterday afternoon. Baby-Blond; how can I
make it up to you, you awesome GAP wonderful teen
queen???????????????
I
got through the weekend, Mizz Bondi, thank you! There are times
when I really do not think I'll make it through these post 1986
rough patches.
Laugh
all you wish anybody, that is your privilege, and hopefully always
will be; but I wish to set the record perfectly and totally
straight on something. I
wish that if I made the following statement, that I would be
thrown into Federal Prison, I really honestly do.
I
swear to the nine GAP SUPREME
COURT JUDGES, (JUSTICES),
or whatever they call themselves; TELLING THEM, under
full pain and penalty of perjury charges,
that my MORIANITY, and my TOTALLY UNBELIEVABLE, INCONCIEVABLE, AND
TOTALLY ABSOLUTELY UNFATHOMABLY OUTLANDISH, NIGHTMARE LIFE; FOR
JUST UNDER SIXTY YEARS IN THIS PRESNET PERSONA; is all 100% total
truth, so
help me Almighty Goddess Jehovah-Middie!
Yes,
unfortunately, Jim Burr had a different way of putting this to me
back in the early summer time somewhere, in the year of 1975,
while I resided at 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, in Lindenwold, New
Jersey, just 100 years down the way from where a future girlfriend
by the name of Helen Zebriski would be living with her daughter
and her husband who worked for the father in law of SARAH CALLIO
MARTIN/EZ/O; at the Claridge Hotel-Casino of Atlantic City, New
Jersey; or would come to work; and I quote what he spoke to me
over the telephone, back in 1975 when my ten digit number was
(609) 783-4020; Mark this is all real, this is actually,
literally, happening to you, you are not imagining
it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now THAT was back in time by 39
mother fucking years, so just imagine what this dude would have
spoken to me then. Would this have totally burned up Lenny Record
Promoter 1980 McKinnon's illegal telephone tape recorder? Also who
am I to talk here, Mister McDowell, old pal?
Yes,
all hockey sticks, rotten vocalists, and techno-pop experts, I say
unto thee here and now and for the record along with for
posterity, YO; “Try
getting out of this one”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
do I dare
'stay
connected',
Mizz Bondi; as it seems your banner part of the Florida Website is
being hacked, and making my program freeze up, in case you may be
interested, ma'am. It's OK now Mizz
Attorney General of Florida, MA'AM!!!!
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Times
change, Attorney General's change, and the world changes, BUTTTTTTT
folks, what has changed in an entirely new way since my 2013
remake-song called YBCO for a shortened LOIS-FOCA type abbreviation
here, is thisssssssssssssssssssssssss following shit. Never before
has hyperspace mechanics been screwed around with like this, just as
never before Trump fucked with me with parallel event technology, did
anything even remotely similar to that as well, ever manifest itself
here on the EARTH-PLANET, YO. IPYT people out here, and I swear to
that under anything and everything anywhere and everywhere, HOLY AND
UNHOLY, blesses or unblessed, Catholic Wafers or any other atomically
duplicated items on or off of any MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINES which are
miniatures of course to the real one from millennia ago that we all
know is called the ARC OF THE COVENANT, and covenant means CONTRACT,
and the contract between GODDESS-MIDDIE and HER LOIS FOCA PEEPS is a
complex and quite misunderstood one to say the very damn least,
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Say hi to your dolphin pals, Detective NYC
Sorvino of the fantastic fictional 'L&O' TV-Show. Leave me
fucking alone, you monster Mortimer Mortino. He never stops fucking
buzzing in my ears on both sides of me, but never at the same time is
trhis bitch on both sides, so he is most definitely NAUT an
omnipresent being. It may NAUT be February 8 of 2014, but does this
stop me from CAPPING or re-printing shit?
Reprinted
on orders of PEE, on June 25
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0065
5:55
PM, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 2011
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
Yes
PEE, I obey, up here in 2014.
SSSSSSSSOOOOOO,
MISTER ARTHUR CRANE FROM 1991; WHAT ARE THEY GONNA' FUCKING DO TO ME
NOW; MAKE
ME WASH MY HANDS AND CUT OUT MY LUNGS, AGAIN????
Tora
Lora Lora, Lora Lies and broken promises, right my wonderful black
birds all over, watching out for me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MORIANITY
BIBLE FOR MILLENNIUM-3 PASTE FROM POSTS
Morianity Bible For Millennium Three:
My
wonderful PEE, thank you for taking such great care of me, and yes,
that far right switch and those nine red wires, hook them together
and out the other end where the gold color attachment face has
inputs, they go here, using an adapter that you were showing me just
the other day. This is how you can then add those other amp-box
converter systems to the third attachment. Try this, to quote the
great tom Glenn back when it was 1981 over here where I live. I did
this in reverse to add a second 110 VAC to a two speed cassette tape
deck around those very same times, but I had to alter most of the
insides of the unit with a type of splitter filter resistors, and
paralleling in a new circuit of resistors to re-flow and channel
extra power so as to not burn out the remaining transistorized parts
on the mother board. That was a yesterday configuration of course, my
wonderful PEE, and also, tell that idiot we were talking to, that I
got his rotten joke about “all the police”; and that I do not
care for his sense of humor, it reminds me too much of MC's. The day
I laugh at what happened that day at that house at those horrible
stairs where the family was chasing each other u the stairs, well,
I'll be a damn ass monkey's uncle on that day, plus a whole lot of
other nasty whittle things too, as most of us damn Huntington's are
aniwho, huh ol' pal, Senator Sanders and Microsoft Sandwiches?
Friday,
September 22, 2006 Morianity BibleThursday,
January 19, 2006
Prologue -
Morianity Bible For Millennium 3,
Old Testament 1995
There is no good way to start this
journal of my endless life, you see I do not ever die. In this age of
somewhat computer impersonal inter-world interaction, I will start
with plain simple English. First there is a very sick giant army of
pure wicked slime-bag, wrecking ever facet of my life. It worsened
however 20 years ago when I resided in lovely Cherry Hill, NJ, and
much will be spoken of regarding this horrific nightmare. I have
offered 3 people the knowledge of creating their idea of immortality,
and I can make good on my end of the deal. Despite mans fear of death
and the unknown, they all turned down my offer, even though what I
want in return is not what you might think the usual things would be,
such as sex or money or power etc. I do not want this. What I want is
to be believed and have a small group of people join me in a fight
against something that goes beyond consp theories, or any sci-fi
stuff. No one can ever give me what I want so bad, OBLIVION. I have a
story to tell you that will topple the world as we now perceive it to
be. Stay tuned, there is a light year of story to tell, be
braced.......I do think it wise that this book be made a part of my
life and live journals, as this is the beginning of the book known as
morianity bible. This will not follow the script of prior writings,
as the times change very quickly as
centuries continue moving
forward. I feel the need to point out that several people play a
major part of my nightmare endless existence, and that they are well
known high profile individuals. Unless you can see what I tell you is
real, you will be offended as a direct result of your inability to
comprehend. People, animals, weather, machines, and all potential
situations of interaction, in this gigantic 5th dimensional
hyperspace; are all totally controlled by the
uplining
thoughtwave, that simply put, IS ALL THIS. No way can I just start
right in imparting things about what the 6th dimension really is, as
though we are having a casual conversation over trivial everyday
matters such as a
new boy or girl friend, whether or not the
mighty Philadelphia Flyers will win the 2006 Stanley Cup, and on and
on. The 6th dimension contains answers to every question that ever
has plagued or interested mankind since it crawled out of the seas. I
began my bible for no other reason in 1995, than simply put, and
using mortal Earth language; I awoke from a dream on the morning
of
August fifteen, 1986, and upon awakening I came here, wherever
here is. NO ONE ON GODS GREEN-BROWN EARTH will believe me when I tell
them that the place that I fell asleep from the night before was not
where I am now, and have been since this outlandish occurrence. Since
this happened, some things are similar, and some things are quite
different. When I came to the library today to write this blog, my
reading glasses vanished and turned up in a very weird spot, and then
a crazy person tried intentionally to hit my car while I was merely
attempting to normally park. Things like this occur constantly, and
thousands of hellish things worse, every year since this hell began
in 1986, whereas before all of this, my life was boring and dull, not
great, but certainly not TOTAL FREAKING HELL. I have been in a
death-hell sentence for 20 years now, and all from doing no more than
waking up from a spurious and crazy dream, where I lived in Atlantic
City, NJ, but in an entirely altered reality, some might refer to as
a parallel universe. One possible explanation for this is that I used
to experiment with many electronic devices, and you would never
believe me if I told you the whole story. Long before many of the
technologies of century 21 existed, I applied an ancient alchemists
theory to life by combining science with the magical world, hence
creating a comminglin of sorts of existing powers that man had tapped
into. There are several people that were suddenly added and
subtracted from known reality, and the machine it was done on was a
Panasonic Technics RS1500US open reel recorder. In closing, the first
chapter of this bible, I will simply say this: I am in hell. I have
been shot in a Wawa, drowned, poisoned, electrocuted, killed in 5
traffic crashes, the worst being in Woodbury, NJ, and have had
several massive and fatal heart attacks. Death hates my guts and has
been ordered to not let me get out of this nightmare. I am constantly
evicted from wherever I live, friends keep dying strange deaths, I am
fired off jobs with no explanations, and every time that I eventually
and painstakingly get a new person in my life
who possibly might
help me, they turn on me with no rhyme nor reason. 2 churches asked
me to leave the fold as they believe I am cursed of God, or
possessed, or some other such absurd nonsense. No matter what I try
to ever do socially, financially, or whateverally, IT FAILS FAILS
FAILS. These are the persons who are responsible for the complete
destruction of an innocent man, though they have no clue that any of
this is going on. DONALD TRUMP, DONNA SUMMER, ROBERT CLARK, ED
SNYDER, RICHARD KARPF, MAYOR BOB LEVY OF ACNJ, ROBERT MCGUIRE,
SARAH
CALLIO MARTINO, FRANK CALLIO, THOMAS J. REALE, MARY CARTER
PAINTS. CIA, NSA, and many BFA 'black file agencies", are
owned-controlled by the Callio-Martino
families of East Jersey.
Chapter two will tell you details of what these wicked subskumites do
to me in covert ugly detail, stay tuned. Thank you "TOMORROW-NOW"
network, for carrying this message, through World System which is
the replacement of present day internet. Anybody who never saw a
movie called "THE TRUEMAN SHOW" needs to get to a video
rental system.
Tuesday, January 31,
2006
Chapter 01 Daring To Know
TUESDAY,
JANUARY 31, 2006
CHAPTER
01 'DARING TO KNOW
About Me
-
- Name: theansweristheqyuestion
- Location: Hammonton, new jersey, United States
Not
boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly
say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived
here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with
awareness
Links
Previous Posts
Archives
I
have my plans, PERIOD, Fred Sanford. So beat me up if you want to
Esther, you old fish eyed fool!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING DOES
NOT TERMINATES
YET:
YES,
IT REALLY DOES NOT END RIGHT HERE, FOR RIGHT NOW, LOVELY LOO!!!! NOT
QUITE YET!
You're
all kids in a sandbox, and when Mark the Spark comes over to bring
you some lemonade and sandwiches, and maybe a little powerful wisdom
along with it, you take the food and drink, and spit in my face.
Fine. No prob, Bob. The one super fucking perk out of living with
DAWN-MARIE KING, was when she would scream at me right in my face, as
like it or not, sweetie, I was getting that
marvelous and wonderful CUPI,
that had absolutely zippo zilch nada, to do with undetermined cases,
pending further police and medical examiner investigations. I
PROMISE YOU THAT,
Larry,
Curly, and MO;
so keep on yuk yuk yukking, all that you wish to;
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
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open wounds when you're all fucking tied up by a kidnapper of the
non-Huntington family. In any event, this is something that always
corresponds to how much persecution I am under in an averaged out
long running play event in the STM. (Space-Time-Mind) WOW-WOW-WOW,
lovely Big-O!!!!!!!!
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We
all love FIREFOX. Well I do, but I sure wish this mother freaking
automated mechanized robotized inhuman society would help people who
are in their freaking sixties. Ever since I did one little thing on
my blog, using the FIREFOX BROWSER, simply trying to leave a comment
on my own blog, at the BLIGGER-DOT-COM site, the cookies got goddess
dam disabled somehow, and I can no longer blog on this browser, until
I can get my dam guru over here; and that is a very expensive
proposition, AND IT JUST IS NOT DAM ASS FAIR, YO! This world is fixed
and prejudiced against older people, who have no family support, or
anyone in their dam ass lives to assist them, and it should be
totally frikkin' illegal; Congressman Pat Murphy sir, and Governor
Rick Scott, sir!!!!!!!!
NO
FOLKS, THIS IS MOST CERTAINLY NAUT
MEGAHELL
ON
STEROIDS,
CHAPTER
0000,
but
it looks so 'damn' pretty here, Senator Sanders, sir,
that
I am going to paste it right in, YO YO YO!!!
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MY BLOGS:
In
last night's experience, I had a second less intense, but not that
much fucking less, than my first one, sort of a part-2 of 2, and you
know only about part 1, should
you have read my blog chapter number 33
that preceded this one blog you're now reading. In this experience
from super hell, I was driving along some weird New Jersey highway in
a parallel universe where this road was extremely unfamiliar with
some basic shit that just would never happen here in this universe
that I won't bother you with the details about. Just to give you an
idea what I mean however, you would never see a rowboat up in a tree,
and that made into a home, with Halloween crap all over it twelve
months a year, and the words ''tricky-teet-teet'' all over the front
porch, painted in human blood, and the local police all there having
a cookout and talking about the next crime they are all going to
commit. But in some parallel universes, things can get extremely
wacky by our standards here in this one. This by no means that they
are any less real than this one is, OR, that towel seepage effect
cannot indeed occur when back here and awake, as a result of doing
certain things OVER THERE!!!!!!!! Just what significance, oh great
biblical 'TSE' prophets, does a punch-ball sports toy have in all
this? Screw you Erica, NASTRADAMUS and NAUT ALL OF THIRTEENTH
THISSSSSSSSSSSS, oh mighty fucking SIR MICROSUCKS SPELLCHECKER
HELLWRECKER, YO?
Yes
sir, Mister David Leigh Smith, I found it very
difficult to believe such an incredible reality, back in the autumn
of 1970 that I saw upon returning from the other school, and back to
Hopkins Lane and your class, on that middle late afternoon. She
didn't hack herself out!!!!!!!! BUTTTTTT, she was about t
appear in a year or two as our wonderful COOLEY
HALL CHRISTMAS ANGEL, and yesssssssss, Erica Kane, singing
Christmas songs to boot. However, the farm outside of Haddonfield
turned that boot into my own personal DAMN BOOT HILL with a grand
total of 3,010 lovely robins, all TWEETING AWAY somewhere OUT THERE
INTO THE NEGATIVELY PROJECTED PHOTON SPACE OF ANTIMATTER for
crissake; me' Unk Jesus-62.
1802+1102+506=3010
total robins, yo!
She
didn't hack herself out!!!!!!!!!!!!
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT
AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHPT. 5
4:23
POST
MERIDIAN
THURSDAY
AFTERNOON
7
NOVEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
THURSDAY,
NOVEMBER 7, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 3:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3
WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2
WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.
FULL
MOON ACTUALLY MEANS
THAT IT IS 12 NOON ON
THE MOON.
As
if anybody “gives a shit”; huh CUZZ DJT?
*SUPER
BOTBAR RED FUCKING ALERT*
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IF
THIS KEEPS UP, this will be the rating for
MOUNTAINPEN'S
WEEKLY SECRET SCALES THERMOMETER/BAROMETER:
Week
***********************************************l
the
week ending Tuesday afternoon, 11-12-2019.
THAT
I MOTHER FUCKING PROMISE YOU ALL, YO!!!
DATE----------------TIME------------
TEMPERATURE:----
HEAT
INDEX FEELS LIKE TEMP:----
HUMIDITY:----
WINDS:----
PREDICTED
HIGH:----
SKY
CONDITIONS PRESENTLY:----
RAIN
CHANCES TODAY:----
Screw
the weather, as the sign outside my window at the local bank, read 85
degrees when I came back from putting air into my tires at my local
gasoline station. It's the mother fucking high humidity that is a
real ass killer around here. It has to be way up there, as
it feels oppressively hot, almost as bad as most days in
the great '7-8 months' that we all must suffer through, and yes, many
actually enjoy. It has to fucking feel in the middle nineties or even
better here in Fort Pierce, Florida today, and yet, THAT
IS NOT WHY I AM MORE PISSED FUCKING OFF THAN A FUCKING TON OR TWO OF
LOOSE STENCHY DOGSHIT! I was awakened at a few minutes past
ten of the damn clock again, with my
upstairs cunt chewing dirtbag NABES
FROM
(DOGTOWN)
HELL, hammering and
slamming shit on my pussy huffing ceiling. They are doing this every
day, AND IT IS FROM UPSTAIRS, and
tomorrow I will be at the office to hand them a letter of complaint,
and then I will go to the Orange Avenue office of the PHA to hand
them another similar letter of complaint, including the recent
utility fucking shit.
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, 'BOM' (Blogs
Of Mountainpen)
NEXT
WEEKS' REDLINE COULD HIT THE NEXT HIGHER RED STAR, YO!!!!!!!!
PLEASE
TAKE THIS AS THE WARNING IT IS MEANT TO BE, PEEPS!
CALLIO-CALLIO-CALLIO-CALLIO-CALLIO-CALLIO---CALL-10
JO-JO,
JO-JO, JO-JO; ROTTEN CALL TEN:
“FUNNY-FUNNY-FUNNY”,
HUH GREAT AT&T?
“FUNNY-FUNNY-FUNNY”,
HUH GREAT AT&T?
“FUNNY-FUNNY-FUNNY”,
HUH GREAT AT&T?
“FUNNY-FUNNY-FUNNY”,
HUH GREAT AT&T?
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HUH GREAT AT&T?
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HUH GREAT AT&T?
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HUH GREAT AT&T?
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HUH GREAT AT&T?
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HUH GREAT AT&T?
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HUH GREAT AT&T?
“FUNNY-FUNNY-FUNNY”,
HUH GREAT AT&T?
“FUNNY-FUNNY-FUNNY”,
HUH GREAT AT&T?
WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!
THIS
IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
THIS
IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
THIS
IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
THIS
IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
THIS
IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
THIS
IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
THIS
IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
THIS
IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
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 SUPER BOTBAR 6th
DAY IN NOVEMBER OF 2019,
WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE ASSAULT ON
ME WITH MAJOR UTILITY PERSECUTION, MY TRIAD NABES FROM HELL AND THEIR
INCESSANT FUCKING HAMMERING ON MY WALLS,
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.
I
called the utility company to complain this afternoon,
and was told that they do not service this building and that I need t
direct me' complaints about the power interruptions to the Fort
Pierce Housing Authority, and so I will place a certified letter to
them, IN TOMORROW'S MAIL, ON MY WAY OVER TO MIDWAY ROAD AND SHERIFF
MASCARA'S DAMN OFFICE!!!!!!!!
I
also had a nice talk with the Miami professor, and learned that my
idea, great as it may be, is about one hundred years off from being
feasibly used the way that I had hoped. Good ol' Mountainpen, always
ahead of his time, and then when Dave Speas and his TIME do
eventually always catch up with me, yo; POW, I still am screwed. This
is the ever dependable factor that is somehow quite endlessly and
HOLLISTER-magically hidden somewhere behind those lovely and forever
enduring OZ CURTAINS!!!!!!!! Hey, at least I
didn't say Hilloster-MAGIC, or discuss magic typewriter
programs 100 years before their truly intended use, in
all of thissssssss!
Yes,
at just around three on this totally mother fucking disasternoon, my
PIG TRIAD
NABES FROM HELL began hammering on my walls and moving
furniture again. Even now, this furniture moving and loud noise on my
cunt chewing floors is horrendous, as if any of the cunt lapping
authorities around here could give a tiny wee whittle bit of a damn
shit ass piss BRO! I must MOVE OUT OF HERE, even if it means ending
my life as I know it, and doing what I did ten years ago. I will just
get into my car with the clothes on my back and RUN AWAY, IF I WANNA'
SURVIVE ALL THESE SKY-MUSICAL MESSAGES or (SMM) for a shortened
mother fucking pussy chewing abbreviation, yo me' damn ass
BRAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
My
cunt lapping twisted life couldn't be more dick eating screwed up if
someone with great power was paid thirty trillion bucks to make it
be! AND THAT is a mother fucking pussy eating promise, yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
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yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
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yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!
-
UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECT
BY M. K. JESSUP
Transcribed by The Quantum Future Group Castelnau-Barbarens, France 2003, and was left as a comment on Mountainpen's 2007 blog. -
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- I doubt there is any direct lineage to the witch doctor Wilson, from 1965.
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PREFACE
On the evening of April 20, 1959, an astronomer committed suicide in Dade County Park, Florida. Inhaling automobile exhaust fumes, which he had introduced from the tail pipe through a hose into his station wagon, he died in the same academic obscurity in which he had lived, unheralded and almost unrecognized in his discipline. Ironically, the scientist’s only public recognition had come from lay people, who had read his series of four books about unidentified flying objects. Morris K. Jessup’s first book, The Case For the UFO, had tended to alienate him from his colleagues, though it came and went with relatively few sales. Its publisher sold it off to second-hand bookstores at $1.00 each. Today it brings $25.00 or better per copy, if you can find one. It was a paperback edition of the same book, published in 1955 by Bantam Books that enmeshed Jessup in one of the most bizarre mysteries in UFO history. An annotated reprint of the paperback was laboriously typed out on offset stencils and printed in a very small run by a Garland, Texas manufacturing company which produced equipment for the military. Each page was run through the small office duplicator twice, once with black ink for the regular text of the book, then once again with red ink, the latter reproducing the mysterious annotations by three men, who may have been gypsies, hoaxters, or space people living among men. The spiral bound 8 ½” X 11” volume, containing more that 200 pages, became known as The Annotated Edition. The reprint quickly became legend. A few civilian UFO enthusiasts claimed to have seen copies, and it was rumored that a few close associates of the late Mr. Jessup possessed copies. Many people claimed it simply had never existed. Because you are now holding a virtually exact facsimile of The Annotated Edition in your hands, it is most obvious that the book existed. But the big mystery still remains: why did a Government contractor go to so much trouble to reprint a book that had been rejected by the scientific community, and further to include mysterious letters to the author and even more bizarre annotations? And with this mystery goes the suspicion that the book may have been printed by the manufacturer at the request of the military, which implies Government interest in some of the weirdest aspects of “Flying Saucer” study.
Jessup’s Background Not much detail is known of Jessup’s life before he emerged as one of the early writers on UFOs, mainly because nobody has taken the trouble to do the needed research. Probably the most that Ufology knows about him prior to his involvement with flying saucers is contained on the jacket flap of his first book. He is described as having been an instructor in astronomy and mathematics at the University of Michigan and Drake University. The Jacket copy also notes that Jessup completed his thesis for the doctorate degree in astro-physics at the University of Michigan, though it does not state whether on not he was awarded the actual degree. In the academic business, usually the thesis is the thing that comes
- last, and is the final step in the awarding of the doctorate degree. Sometimes these doctoral candidates are deferentially called “Doctor” by their associates, though it cannot be used officially by them. T his would seem to be the case of Jessup, who was often addressed as “Dr. Jessup”, but who never used the title in correspondence, nor on the covers or title pages of his four books. Very likely Jessup was never actually awarded the degree. Apparently, his thesis consisted of a report on his research program which (again according to the book jacket) resulted in several thousand discoveries of physical double-stars “which are now uncatalogued in the Memoirs of the Royal Astronomical Society of London”. The short biography also lists other important research activities by Jessup. It indicates that he was assigned by the United State Department of Agriculture to study the sources of crude rubber in the headwaters of the Amazon, though no date is given. He made archeological studies of the Maya in the jungles of Central America for the Carnegie Institute of Washington. Without identifying the source of sponsorship or financing, the jacket states that he explored Inca ruins in Peru, and concluded that the stonework he found there had been “erected by the levitating power of space ships in antediluvian times”. Also: “Mr. Jessup’s latest explorations have taken him to the high plateau of Mexico where he has discovered an extensive group of craters. They are as large as, and similar to, the mysterious lunar craters Linne and Hyginus N, and he believes them to have been made by objects from space. They are presently under study by means of aerial photography and the study will be ready for publication in approximately eighteen months”. Apparently the further exploration of the craters was never carried out. According to James W. Moseley, former publisher of Saucer News, Jessup sought university, foundation and private sponsorship of the project, but was unsuccessful in gaining sufficient interest and funds. The Allende Letters The mystery of the annotated paperback edition of The Case for the UFO was preceded by a series of strange letters from Carlos Miguel Allende addressed to Jessup. Two of these, reproduced as part of the Annotated Edition, appear in the following pages. The letters claimed that as a result of a strange experiment at sea utilizing principles of Einstein’s Unified Field Theory, a destroyer and all its crew became invisible during October, 1943. “The Field was effective in an oblate spheroidal shape,” Allende wrote. He added that “any person within that sphere became vague in form, and that as a result of the experiment some of the crew went insane. Further horrifying aspects of the alleged experiment are detailed in the two letters (See Appendix). The Allende letters became connected with The Annotated Edition when the Varo Manufacturing Company evidently got in touch with Jessup in regard to the latter. Varo’s unusual involvement in the mystery began a few months after February 1956, In April of that year Admiral N. Furth, Chief of the Office of Naval Research, Washington D.C., received a manila envelope postmarked Seminole, a small town in Texas. Written across its face was the notation “Happy Easter”. When Furth opened the envelope he found a copy of the Jessup paperback. We are not certain of Furth’s reactions, but we can assume that he thumbed through the book and that his interest was piqued by a series of notes, interjections, underscorings, etc., in three colors of ink, apparently written by three different people. Only the name of one of the authors of the annotations appeared in the notes, that of “Jemi”. The paperback had apparently been passed through the hands of the strange annotators several times. This conclusion could be drawn from the fact that the notes indicated discussions between two or all three of the men, with questions answered, and places where parts of a note had been marked through, underlined, or added to by one or both of the other men. Some had been deleted by marking through. The notes had a tone of absolute weirdness. Sometimes they agreed with Jessup’s original text; sometimes they contradicted it, as they referred to two types of people living in space. They specified two habitats for the space people: underseas, and what they termed the “stasis neutral”, the latter term apparently in agreement with Jessup’s exposition on points of neutral gravity in space. They mentioned the building of undersea cities and identified two groups of spacemen, “L-M’s” and “S-M’s”. The “L-M’s” were designated as peaceful, the “S-M’s” as sinister. People have a very long way to go, because they are yet far from being able to connect the dots of the paranormal and supernatural, with the truths of UFOLOGY or aliens, and then combining all of this together with the better understanding of religious origins, AND I WAS JUST FUCKED BY ANOTHER ELECTRICAL OUTAGE. Yes the MILITUFORCE did not want my previous blog to say the shit that it did, and so I got fucked out of my LEGAL FREE SPEECH, by these diseased TRUMPED-MONSTERS from hell, AKA “DOGTOWN”!!!!!!!!!!!! Actually the BRIGGBASE is NAUT Dogtown. These are two separate ASTRAL-PLANE realities or “condition-interactions”, as Mountainpen's Morianity labels and lists them, yo! Yes indeed folks, and great marvelous, wondrous and terrific, fantastic and sensational AATS BLOGAUDIANS out here somewhere yo; human consciousness also plays a powerhouse part in this combination of ingredients. So just where does the human brain/mind, and our consciousness, truly originate; and is it all a commingled part of the other listed items? I of course say that it is 100% interconnected. This is the absolute truth of SPACE-TIME-MIND, (STM)!!!!!! In my original document, now lost to the MILITUFORCE and their harassment and UTILITY DEATH SIEGE ON ME EARLIER TODAY, AT JUST PAST FOUR THIS MORNING SOMEWHERE, YO YO YO YO YO; I was referencing a place that I lived during my early life as a boy in Westmont, New Jersey, USAESMWG, at 125-A Haddon hills Apartments, and I had tied in some truly amazing fucking shit, including my CHAIN that was given to me while living in that apartment, by my organizational CIA-AGENT and Campbell's Soup Company FRONT, big brother, Mister John Henningsen, and had tied in a perfect groupation of philosophical as well as scientific talking points. This is quite fucking cunt obviously YYYYYYYY the MILITUFORCE, caused my document to “vanish and disappear” into the damn early morning mist, and just as they have in like manner, made so many other 'non-Atlantic City' items do as well; yo me' damn BRO!!!!!
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now, I will tell all
of my
BLOGAUDIANS
another thing,
before I move still onward with the topic that was totally and
absolutely fucking forbidden earlier today, and thus was wiped out
of existence, as I was not saving every sentence the
way I now am back to fucking doing, yo peeps! The majority of my
“ideas” are actually my spirit journeys
that you call DREAMS, into parallel alternate realities or parallel
universes, that we all visit in our spirit while asleep, and
dreaming; and my 1992 idea
that I shared with the professor at the FIU in Miami, was no
exception. I saw people living in a world where they all had
this thing. But I have also gone to worlds where a lot more than
this was going fucking on around me, yo. So the real Shakespearean
question here is not “To be or NAUT to be”,
but rather, did my spirit voluntarily travel to
some OTHER-ATLANTIC CITY around the start of the second week
in June in 1980, and hear that PINK GODDESS
outside of the Frailenger's Salt Water Taffy Store singing that
magical tune, “Love Is For Carpenters”,
or DID SHE AS A NORTH POLE MAGNET, LITERALLY ATTRACT ME AS A SOUTH
POLE MAGNET, TO THAT PLACE SO THAT SHE COULD SING THAT LIFE-ALTERING
TUNE TO ME? Come on Billy-Shake yo,
which way does it truly go, as in is the chicken first, or is the egg
first, OR OR OR OR OR OR OR OR OR, and another Bernie Sanders totally
awesome and quintessentially HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE query, are the
combined realities ONE AND THE SAME, as in the egg as well as the
chicken happened first, last, and at all interactions of reality that
lay in-between??????? This is all intertwined with the truths about
what really human awareness or consciousness is all fucking about,
and is even why the MILITUFORCE felt it goddessdamn necessary to
strike me ILLEGALLY earlier today with that MONSTROUS UTILITY DEATH
PERSECUTION and ELDER ABUSE!!!!!!!!!!!
My
entire story revolves around the very same Gene Roddenberry entity
that aired as the first STAR TREK episodes after the original
PILOT-EPISODE called, “THE CAGE”, and was called, “Where No Man
Has gone Before”. I speak of Almighty PINK
GODDESS, and its present and previous incarnations here on
the Earth-Planet, the one after the car salesman printer journeymen
and gold expert, mister Moroni of the great Mormon's Latter Day
Saints of my 61st great grand daddy's globally famous
uncle Jesus's Church. But then we don't stop here, 'not
by' a Perry white Superman 'LONGSHOT', telephone hollering
Kent. Not that many episodes later towards the end of the great 1966
year, and after I had managed to somehow magically escape the
horrendous hellishness of the New Jersey Neuro Psychiatric Institute
in late June earlier that same year, in almost one piece; came that
wonderful episode whose title escapes and eludes me at this present
second, but was the one where the inventor of the warp-drive, Mister
Zephran Cochran, was stranded on some little world far away, WITH ONE
OF MY CHILDREN, ONE OF THE COILS ANYWAY, and fell in love with her;
and also how she chocked Spock and Kirk, when
they tried to shut her off, the same way that she did to me in 1983
when I tried to disconnect myself from her via that wild Privecode
machine. I said it before, and I'll go right on proclaiming
and stating these facts. Ol' Gene knew about these things, and
actually, I saw a wild documentary show on some
educational-television program a few years back, that admitted that
he had been made privy of major MILITUFORCE secrets and long before
his STAR TREK SHOW ever saw the fucking light of day, he was actually
introduced to aliens who TOLD HIM ALL ABOUT THESE THINGS, and who
knows, MAYBE EVEN ABOUT ME!!!!!!!! This shit sure fits perfectly
together, yo!!!!!!!!!!!! Deny it if you want to. Trump and his
climate deniers are quite real and active too. There really are
people that you can bring all the proof in the world right to their
hands, and they will still stand there and just fucking spit right in
your damn ass eye, me' BRAHHHHHHHH!!!
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