NUMDWATATES
NOTE O3
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ANTE'
MERIDIAN
LATE
SATURDAY MORNING
2
NOVEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
SATURDAY,
NOVEMBER 2, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WAXING CRESCENT 6:7
N.M.
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L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.
FULL
MOON ACTUALLY MEANS
THAT IT IS 12 NOON ON
THE MOON.
The
MILITUFORCE has wiped out MY ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING LIFE, and forced
me to live in this hellish building with sicko drug whacked jerk offs
all around me who bring me endless mother fucking:
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AND
HERE COMES THE (`~hack). Life is so mother fucking horrible that no
normal regular human being could have survived what I go through in a
cunt lapping million million years! When I went to open up my dick
licking refrigerator to grab a morning soda, a nasty-ass roach was
crawling right inside no matter how seemingly air tight that box
appears to be, or how much I continue spraying endless mother fucking
cans of goddamn RAID at them, day after day and year after year,
SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems that I am also
back to some nasty-ass mother fucking cunt lapping
(MOUSE-HACKS)!!!!!!!
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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ILLEGAL HACKERS AND CIVIL
RIGHTS VIOLATORS HAVE HACKED OUT MY LEGALLY PAID FOR PHOTO ON MY
BLOGS.
THIS IS NOT A JOB FOR
SUPERMAN, BUT FOR THE GREAT ATTORNEY GENERAL OF FLORIDA, MIZZ
ASHLEY NON-BP!
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24,
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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
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My
pig nabes above me are back to making continual noises on my ceiling,
PUBLIC HOUSING, and I know this is being done to me by an organized
force called the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL
and their mother fucking diseased Earthly counterpart, the
MILITUFORCE!
This endless fucking shit that they are doing is also BRINGING ME
LOTS OF CUNT EATING COCK ROACHES; SHERIFF, SIR YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is now
another 5-DAY STRING OF ANNOYING FUCKING DOGSHIT, MAJOR DEATH
PERSECUTION, AND CONTINUAL NEVER ENDING 'ELDER-ABUSE'!
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1983 Mark Wayne Mohr, private electronic-metaphysics program.
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TO MY ORIGINAL 2006 NJ BLOGS:
I
was awakened
around one of the clock, give or take, WITH
MAJOR SUPER NOISE
ALL AROUND ME.
Noise is the very favorite harassment used on me by the mighty and
demonic MILITUFORCE,
and has been ever since I was a child of approximately ten to twelve
years of age. If my mother was still fucking alive, she could
personally attest to this fact to the entire mother fucking world, oh
wonderful and great and marvelous SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! BUTTERCHEESE AND BIG ASS SUPER
FREAKING BUTT FOLKS OUT HERE, it can also be many many many many many
many OTHER THINGS, and NOT JUST NOISE!!!! WHAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
MISTER MIKE MCNULTY SIR, FROM THE GREAT AND ILLUSTRIOUS CHURCH
FARM SCHOOL,
OF EXTON,
PENNSYLVANIA,
USA,
ESMWG,
CIRCA IN THE TIME ILLUSION OF 1971 IN THE AUTUMN DAMN TIME, YO YO YO
YO YO!
The
Astral Plane GODS/GODDESSES love
to PLAY GAMES. This is the very heart
and meat and complete
enlightenment, of all of the total embodiment
of the Religion of Millennium lll, AKA (Also Known As)
MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When
these entities decide to occasionally take over
the human homosapien being here on the Earth-Planet, as they
did my mother in various stages, after 1986, when this all began for
Mark Sabrina Collins Huntington Mohr, in or out of the
mighty casino of Atlantic City known as Resorts International Hotel &
Casino, yo; they leave a major telltale
signature of their games-playing NON GAS ME DEED, every single time.
This is none other than seeing a huge game
taking place in all of the new interfered with situation. It
suddenly all becomes as obvious as Mary Molasses Marmalade, at the
speed of light squared!!!! I observed a total behavior alteration in
my own mother, as this (demonic possession)
slowly crept deeper and deeper into her, throughout various hellish
stages, throughout this nightmare that all happened
post-1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now as for PINK
GODDESS and her love for the '4'
strings of numeration, as previously discussed on my past
couple of blogs, WE NOW CAN ADD A MAJOR NEW
DETAIL THAT WILL BE UP FOR MAJOR DISCUSSION, regarding all of
this, that is of course, for those who watched the great next to the
final episode of the HISTORY-CHANNEL'S
great television documentary series, called “PROJECT
BLUEBOOK”,
which all came out right after my blogs resumed last August (2018),
and discussed with major fervor, how the Bluebook
project ended two days after my fifteenth birthday, early in
December of 1969, right around the exact timing of that wild CHAIN
INTERACTION followed by that WILD SIX POINT CHEMTRAIL that morning
that appeared in the skies right after my FIRST MAJOR CONTACT, with
PINK GODDESS who physically
was cooking in Patty's oven
of course, mister John Pocono Magictrips Central Intelligence Agency
Henningsen. Like WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and like
W-O-W!
So
after we totally establish just how every single thing TO THEM
(astral realm entities), is merely a gargantuan GAME, right down to
the USE-SUE, TWO-TOW, GAS ME GAMES,
of earlier ED HIMACANE 2006-2007 BLOGS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, we
can start re-examine a lot of other mother fucking dog shit in
brand new lights and contexts; am I right or
naut, kind peeps and blogaudians??? Yes kind folks out
here in the cyber-world of the great and illustrious
interconnected-networking system (internet), back in 1983 while going
a lot to the Jersey casinos and playing a lot of fucking roulette
games, I fully and absolutely knew without one scintilla of a doubts
shadow, that should I ever be able to crack the game and make a
profit at it and beat whatever this curse or 'whatever' it was that
seemed to be powerfully aimed on me and my pathetic life, breaking my
poverty and hellish cycle once and for all; THAT
THE FORCES OF HELLFIRE ITSELF would come raining down upon
me, instantly,
swiftly,
and with a Satanic vengeance.
I JUST KNEW IT, AND
I NEVER HAD TO BE TOLD THIS, BECAUSE IT
JUST MADE ABSOLUTE MOTHER FUCKING LOGICAL SENSE TO ME, BASED ON THE
PREDICTABLE NEVER ENDING MOTHER FUCKING PATTERN OF MY LIFE,
THAT THEN WAS ROUGHLY 28.5 YEARS LONG, IN MY CURRENT MWM PERSONA,
HERE ON THIS EARTH-PLANET!!!!
Yes
I just KNEW
that something would happen to me, with
the very same absolute certainty that I appeared to know
instinctively in early June of 1969,
that something “REALLY BAD WAS GONNA' HAPPEN
TO ME”, as written in my song lyrics in my song titled
“That's The Way It goes”, and
later copyrighted in the year of 1980, while
I lived at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, shortly after
copyrighting my four demo-tunes, done at the nearby Maxfield
Recording Studio, on Beidamin Avenue, in Cherry
hill, NJUSAESMWG, across from the Garden
State Race Track, or where this track stood back then in
the time circa of the year of
1980!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I may not yet have known,
naut in 1980, and certainly
NAUT in 1969, Mizz AT&T-BLAKE,
that this was gonna' be the MILITUFORCE that would “totally
destroy me”, Mister DAVID
LEIGH 1970 SMITH OF COOLEY HALL HIGH HELL, YO YO YO YO YO YO;
BUTTERCHEESE and yes folks, BIG ASS BUTT, I
MOST DEFINITELY KNEW THAT (SOMETHING
VERY BAD) was gonna' happen to me, yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo, KIND SHERIFF KJM, SIR.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Now why do major events from time to time, with all of us, seem to have what you all might call or think of as 'psychic connection', in so much as they are dreamed of or prophesied in some non dream other way, or some strange other connection happens that seems to link up the event to some unnatural 'knowing' of that event before it actually takes place in the 3-D physical world that all of us must live in while awake and physically tangible inside of a body? Well peeps, all major events are subject to not only this as a possible side effect to the actual main effected-event, but also to what Morianity calls, non-cyclic-changeable atomic lock, or (NCCAL). This means that should a traveler of the elusive and ultra quintessentially mysterious club that Morianity calls and labels, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, attempt to make an alteration in localized-hyperspace, through powerfully controlled dream travel or as Eckists call it, SOUL TRAVEL, claiming a copyright to that term so Morianity gives them full 100% credit for that; literally creating an entirely new dimensional-timeline of physical history, the larger the event that the ESS-TRAVELER is attempting to alter, the greater the power needed for them to do so, is sort of a dual physical/metaphysical law, that immediately comes into play for that ESS-TRAVELER! Do I believe that the vast majority of ESS CLUB entities are human, either from our own endless present or outside of it from before or after it? Not really. My best guess is that 99% at best, of all of them, ARE NAUT physical humans, but I do not count out or rule out the wild possibility, that a very few throughout the annals of time, have managed to somehow realize this ability to become TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS. You have to understand, that any serious meditator can achieve an occasional very short mastering of T3E abilities, but out of the very few who could, most just won't ever do it, due either to unbelief that it is really a real possible thing, and not the mere ravings of 'lunatic whackadoodle Mountainpen', as well as the personal priorities of folks today is just no longer new age occult oriented, and has been thoroughly replaced for the very most part by the new age of greed and post 1981-Reaganomics. Simple and better translation here is that they simply have no time for bullshit like this, even if it was for real. Hey, cool. We have enough mother fucking dangerous people now out there, without them mastering these wild and incredible fucking black arts!!!!!!!!!!!! I never said the great Patty Hollister was the most popular lady on the Earth Planet, merely her kid-#3, and why not '3'? The whole entire matter is just filled with threes, just as the great genius Mister Nicola Tesla was so informed by the Apostle Paul hated, Great Goddess Diana!!! Read the New Testament if you doubt my words. Hey I know that this makes me sound arrogant and so I'll apologize in advance for saying it, but Jeeeeeeeeeze-Louise folks, for someone who is always wrong, says the world, or nuts, why then am I always right and for real, as spoken by a very old pal, mister RT? Hey, I don't want to blow poor Count VonLennon Vamcucci's mind, not in 1969, not in 1980, and not now if it were possible, only of course it is naut, unless we have access to LT-TECH of course. But then, my kid told me back in 2008 not to discuss Laser Trace Tech on me whittle bwogs. WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Talk
about the ultimate PROOF of what I
jokingly call the GAS-ME-GAMES OF THE GODS.
Back in the days before this digital revolution all came about, and
we all used analogue recording and had cassette tape recorders, the
MILITUFORCE would apply one of
their weapons on me, that would magically make
a tape just suddenly fucking cunt jam up inside of my recorder.
Or for no reason at all, discernable by human world standards anyway;
the recorder just refused to play when the
play-button was hit. You could do anything you wanted,
including laying on of hands, and praying over the goddamn thing, and
NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!
BUTTERCHEESE, and BIG
ASS
BUTT, if you took
the tape completely out of the machine and then placed it back into
the recorder machine, it would work, or if
it was an all out attack, you had to turn it over to the flip-B-side,
and play it for a couple of seconds, then take it out, and put it
back in on the other side, and poof just
like total fucking magic, it worked just
fine as if nothing
was really ever wrong with it. Now today when the goddamn
fucking MILITUFORCE jams
or freezes my cable TV
through Comcast, what do the expert techs tell any of us to
do? DUH folks. You got it peeps, they tell you to unplug the system
from the power source and count to ten and then turn on the power
again. This is no different than reversing their hold on my
mechanical fucking equipment back in the analogue days, only 'here's
the problem and the conundrum', for all baby food tamperers of the
L&O Club, and kids named Ben who prove naut only DAUTS can have
daddy probs; YYYYY would this same remedy work for analogue and
mechanical shit that works today in the mother fucking digital world,
unless this indeed just as Morianity claims
and has claimed all along, is a POWERFUL
MILITUFORCE WEAPON that goes light
fucking years, Harlem or non Harlem light years that is, Sir
125-A Westmont, beyond anything that we humans
can dream of in our wildest and remotest thought patterns? I
am not buying into that for three pussy huffing seconds, me kind
fiends and friends out here, but there is a lot more yet to be told.
When David Roth and I used
to go to Long Beach island in 1986,
back during that time when those bright
falling green orbs used to be all around us, we
would drive down at night, and stop at an eats place that in 1986 was
called “SUBS AND SWIRLS”.
We would have our car running, or be trying to start it up, after
buying our ice cream sundaes, and the
car was deader than old Kelsey's fucking nuts. Then
we would look up towards the northeastern horizon, and flying
very low and totally silent, would be a hovering huge round aircraft,
or a few times, several aircraft's, that just stayed right fucking
cunt there, screwing with us.
Then they flew off and around us, and would come back about two
minutes later, give or take. As soon as they
returned, the car
would just magically fucking restart
again ALL
BY ITS MOTHER FUCKING SELF, as if this goddamn craft was
using electromagnetic pulsation technology,
and this was in the summer time of the year
1986, nearly three and a half
mother fucking decades ago!!!!
Many
of my Blogaudians know that I used to make what I called
“Destruct-Tapes”, and would pass
them out indiscriminately in the wee hours of the morning, like a
newspaper boy on a paper-route, throwing them into yards while I
would drive all throughout many New Jersey towns all over the place.
Back then, I did not know who was doing these horrendous fucking
things against me and my pathetic life, BUT I
KNEW I WAS NOT IMAGINING MY HELL THAT ALL BEGAN IN AUGUST OF 1986,
AS IT WAS ABSOLUTELY MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY BEYOND REAL, AND BEYOND
ANYONE'S
CONCEPT
OF
NIGHTMARES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So I would pretend to be talking to another character on a tape, over
a telephone, and I would have some really wild
conversations, that was basically me shouting
and screaming some far out fucking bullshit. I don't really
think I believed that I was getting even with any real powers out
there, but I just had to strike back at
something, some how, some where!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Later on, several of these tapes made it onto
the fucking internet as many of you
know only too well, on that WFMU
internet radio hatepage called CRACKPOTS
FROM
NEW JERSEY, should anyone
wish to GOOGLE that up, and find the
CRAZY CURSING DUDES, which is
myself, as well as my classmate from
Cooley Hall Special-Ed School, Mister Bruce
Alan Pennock. Aniwho, one of the three pieces that are up
there on that page, is called, “The Christ Android”, which is me
just basically exploring the unique and wild outlandish possibility
that perhaps Christ will actually have to emerge out of a hidden area
in our solar system, and when the timing is right, be sent back to
the Earth Planet. It was no crazier than Stargate or Babylon-5, or
you name it. BUTTERCHEESE,
and BIG
ASS
BUTT
FOLKS, there is a slight difference when we tally up the
entire mother fucking deal here, me fwolks!!!!! You won't like what
I'm about to say, so here is your fucking caveat-emptor right here
and right now, yo. What if the Ancient Astronaut theorists have some
of this bullshit right? For one example if the gods are advanced
beings/entities, then as they claim, only they believe they come from
inside our universe while it is blown out into this dream here in
fifth dimensional hyperspace, what if they have been trying to send
Jesus Christ back to us, and the MILITUFORCE is preventing this from
happening, this SAME FORCE BEHIND IT ALL FROM 10-SC STREET, THE
MIGHTY PAULA KING-DONALD TRUMP CLUB FROM HELL ITSELF (DOGTOWN) and
the (LAMBRIGG CULT OF TECK BAY) on the BARDO
(ASTRAL-PLANE-PURGATORY), is preventing the CHRIST-DROID to get
through and back to us. Maybe this world should have ended way back
in the last century, and this entire perversion of digital
technological inhuman shit is the resulting factor of something that
was not taken into consideration by those who planed the regular
SALVATION-GAME, as well as the so-called END OF THE AGE, as is
thought of by the religious folks and especially the
CHRISTIANS?????????? All I am saying is, YOU HAVE TO WONDER, in light
of all of this bizarre and totally fucking cunt unexplainable shit
happening all around this doomed and beyond fucked up HUMANITY, YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean we are living in a world
where the televangelists everywhere swear by the most evil mother
fucking criminal and dangerous dude (DJT), whoever walked this
planet, insisting he is the great Christian and
the great Savior, and yet he owns the
great 666 building in NYC, and they
don't even remember their own mother fucking goddamn movies from
2000 on with that SATAN-CHARACHTER, 'Nickoli'? WOW, THIS GOES
SO FUCKING FAR BEYOND SANITY, INSANITY, OR
THE CHRIST ANDROID FROM THE 12-PLANET, THAT
NO WORDS CAN EVEN HOPE TO START TO DESCRIBE ANYTHING AT ALL
PERTAINING TO ALL OF THIS NIGHTMARE ON
STEROIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Talk
about the GAS-ME GAMES? My father
got a job before I was fucking born on December 4, 1954, in Wayne
Pennsylvania. He only GOT THE DAMN JOB
he learned later, because HIS NAME WAS
WAYNE. You know fully well that things like this don't
happen every day, and for that matter, I will
bet anyone out here, that nobody at all that you know, ever had any
such crazy thing happen to them. Then along came the great and
illustrious Mister Choker Lakehouse, Nick
Cannon, with no pun meant on Nickoli,
but hey, why not cogitate with that and go with
it too? Somewhere earlier in this century around the time that
he married my daughter, POOF; he is just hired by the Nickelodeon, or
nick@nite Cable Television Network.
You know, as in Nick-Nick, and
Wayne-Wayne! Tell me all about randoms
and coincidences folks, because I have a really
cool bridge to sell you up there in NYC and a lot of great
other bridges too; one is visible right out me whittle window from me
goddamn apartment here, in good ol' Fort
Pierce, Florida, USA, ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
So
without waiting for weeks or months, I will now tell you something
Bernie Sanders HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE, oh great
Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You all know very well that I
told you about the '4' number, my dauts fave strings which
are one below my Not-Fonda-Jane strings,
as you all should not fully well by now all about, and how to create
a wild and incredible Pictograph!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then along came
the 123-657 saga-song blues, huh lovely Diana,
and along came PROJECT BLUEBOOK.
BUT WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW IS THISSSSSSSSS, MISS ERICA LOVELY SUSAN
LUCCI AMC SNAKES FROM 1983!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Remember that there is a lot
more to many things that I tell, and I cannot always fully tell me
online blog viewers, EVERYTHING, because it would CROSS
OVER
MAJOR FORBIDDEN RED
LINES. I can however tell
you this. I fell asleep for only one minute of time, and in that
minute, I had some shit happen to me that makes my entire blog of
over 13 fucking years now, appear somewhat tame in goddamn
comparison. IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I was in my
bathtub, in my Williamstown, New Jersey apartment, called the
HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS,
back somewhere I think around late February, or possibly as late into
the year as maybe even early March, and Lightning
came right into my head, and showed me the mystical
powers of using parallel-event
to attack the casino game of Roulette;
an extremely similar thing happened to me several days back, before I
told all of you about making the 10,000-444 PICTOGRAPHS! I was told
inside of my head, but NOT IN AN AUDIBLE VOICE, just as real however
as the warning voice of autumn of 1982 that
told me to 'wait until next
June'; that I was to
go to bed early and forget about what I was watching on TV, and just
fall asleep and wait for instructions. This is when Gawky came to me
and told me to say this on my blog. HOWEVER, and I promise all of you
that I was going to reveal the absolute truth within a month or less;
there never was any charting of this by me, nor me keeping track for
444 days, just “Write down exactly what I am
told to blog”, AND SO I MOTHER FUCKING
DID. Then, along came the HISTORY
CHANNEL SHOW about the number of light years and star chart.
Sounds too much to be possible in a million years, you say to the
Mountainpen? Well; WELCOME
TO
MY
MOTHER
FUCKING
WORLD
PEEPS, AS THIS IS JUST ROUTINE LIFE FOR THE MOUNTAINPEN. SHIT
LIKE THIS HAPPENS FOR ME ALL THE TIME, ME WONDERFUL PEEPS AND
BLOGAUDIANS!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTERCHEESE AND BIG ASS BUTT FOLKS, do not
make a fatal mistake and think that there are no other freaks out
here like me, because that is a serious and probably a fatal
miscalculation for anyone to arrive at! I can cite a few wild things
that are on par with this, in fact, even on par with 15 year old
Nickelodeon-Nick banging up my hubcap in the late spring of 1996
after I arrived at that psychic shop called “The Gathering Place”
for a psychic reading with a dude named Steve. Remember how I told
you that when I drove down the Black Horse Pike, up there in Jersey,
and stopped at a payphone near a car wash place to call my mom and
tell her I was headed for home and was running late, as she was
preparing a nice dinner, and he came up to the phone and kept saying
to me, “What happened to your hub cap”, and this is right after
he had the brazen fucking balls to smash it all up, and he somehow
got all the way to that place where I was phoning my mom from, and he
did that wild GAS-ME-GAME, mocking me. No kid would just come up to
an adult and do that, and this was right after he fucked it up while
I was in there getting a reading. But let me now tell you a story
that can be verified by any loyal fan of a really marvelous
television show on the A&E-Cable-Channel, called, “LIVE
PD NATION”. There was another male AA dude who was
placed into handcuffs, and I think that this happened sometime around
the summer time in 2018, just last year unless me ol; memory is
failing me. He said to the officers that within five minutes or so,
he would be released and he claimed to be god. I won't capitalize the
word, but hey, WHO FUCKING KNOWS ANY DAMN THING
FOR SURE, HUH MISTER ABRAMS, KIND
SIR?????? Well, you know the
rest, sir. He was suddenly released right after
some major shit went down somewhere else in town,
and the officers felt it necessary to respond to that, and let this
dude go, and sure enough, and just as he claimed would be the fucking
case, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo; POOF,
like Nick Cannon total nickelodeon-MAGIC, he was released!
Folks, strange shit DOES HAPPEN,
and not just to the mother fucking goddamn ass Mountainpen!!!!!!!!
But here is the real kicker to some of these
combined facts that only could be comprised and originated out of two
monster-ass fucking locales on the
ASTRAL-PLANE,
the BRIGGBASE and DOGTOWN:
When I vacationed with my mom in Atlantic City in the
nineteen-sixties, I have told on the old beginning blogs how there
were five separate summers where we would go twice, late June and
Middle August of 1964, 1965, 1966, 1967, and 1968, and that the first
of these years, 1964, while living in Philadelphia, we went to a
hotel called the Traymore of Atlantic City, long torn down, as all
ESS HISTORY MARKERS MUST BE OF COURSE, eventually, by the all
powerful and quite sicko diseased MILITUFORCE! The later four summers
in that nineteen-sixties GROUPATION were on Tennessee Avenue, at the
one and only TRINIDAD HOTEL. This is where I know for a fact now, the
the ALMIGHTY GODDESS OF THIS MULTIVERSE, NON OTHER THAN THE GREAT
SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, began to play her game with me, only it
was not until the digitally inverted final year of these four,
1969/1996, that I was “Gottwald-Cameras-Permitted” or GCP to
fully or at least MORE-FULLY come to understand this wild and
absolutely inconceivable GASME-GAME, that SHE then went onto
eventually spell out for me, literally,just as she spelled out HER
FULL NAME on the ASTRAL-PALNE, to me in that wild SKY-MESSAGE-DAY in
middle December of 1969, “K-R-A-S-S-L-E”. This ENTIRE NIGHTMARE
MESS, was one of HER fantastic GAMES (GASME'S), or 'hey Congressman'
back as a young dude in 1975, “WHATEVER”! This all led to things
such as MORIANITY, as SHE fully knew that it would, and then to that
great and fantastic television show on the CBS NETWORK called, “THE
MENTALIST”. All things connect, and GODS and GODDESSES all LOVE
GAMES (GASME'S), and they always will, as this is the only way of
distracting them from the unfathomable hellishness of endlessness.
This is where our human world LOVE FOR
GAMING has all sprung from without any
of us ever being privy or aware to these hidden (occult) facts and
nightmares. Nothing can ever exist that does not have ORIGINS, and
this is the origin of GAMES and the endless love for them, EVEN ON
THE WAKING HUMAN WORLD PLANE (PHYSICAL-PLANE)!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
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 FOR
THE PAST 5 SOLID DAYS,
WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE
ASSAULT ON ME NOW,
NOVEMBER
2, OF 2019; CAUSING ME A
MAJOR HEALTH CRISIS, AND A HORRENDOUS NOISE ASSAULT ON ME IN MY
SURROUNDING NEIGHBORHOOD, AND IN MY RESIDENCE BUILDING; WITH
SCREAMING NABES WITH THEIR ENDLESS DOORS, 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.
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I
was awakened around one of the clock, give or take, WITH
MAJOR SUPER NOISE ALL AROUND ME.
The goddamn inspector people who were SUPPOSED
TO COME OVER
AND DO THE APARTMENT
INSPECTIONS LAST WEEK
BETWEEN TUESDAY
AND FRIDAY,
NEVER GODDAMN CAME; and
so they arrived this Wednesday instead,
when
I
was NOT
EXPECTING THEM.
Maybe they think it is the fucking military, and a surprise
inspection was in order, but
my response to that
is quite simple and swift!!!!!!!!! THIS
AIN'T THE MOTHER FUCKING MILITARY,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ButTERCHEESE-BUTT,
BIG-ASS BUTT;
this is only a fractional part of this mother fucking story, me
wonderful goddessdamn
Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now who out here
remembers a quick conversation
that I had
just back Monday
with Mister
LEADER-?-NG-ADS?????????????
When major noise happens, then things continue to proceed along that
line for a long time until of course, eventually, it does eventually
terminate into a lesser degree. Sure, I
am extrapolating and adding onto the original concept,
and maybe I shouldn't, BUTTERCHEESE-BIG
ASS BUTTTTTTT;
I
AM.
So mother fucking SUE ME YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, THE ANGEL OF
DEATH has been as you all know, attacking me quite brutally for over
a week now, I am talking about hearing that fucking cunt eating
bastard high wining buzzing on both sides of me literally about two
dozen or more times EACH AND EVERY SINGLE MUFF DIVING FUCKING CUNT
DAY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!! Who out here also
remembers me telling you all that this is in truth, a high-tech
system that for some reason few if anyone but me, can perceive and
pick up on, as the few who do, merely dismiss it when it does happen
to them, as nonsense and nothing meaningful for them to be one tiny
fucking wee whittle bit concerned with!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ever since this total fucking MILITUFORCE ASSAULT ON ME BEGAN IN
AUGUST OF 1986, WHEN THINGS GET OFF THE WALL SCALE PUTRID AND
HORIFFIC FOR ME, I ALWAYS WILL HEAR THAT SHIT AROUND ME IN A MAJOR
INCREASED RATIO TO OTHERWISE LESS OPPRESSIVE TIMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Even though the Jewish concept of the “Death-Angel” is not quite
what it seems, IT MAY AS WELL BE WHAT IT SEEMS, as the same net cause
and net effect happens around us, as we
are literally being position-scanned during times of NEAR-DEATH,
and this is so we can be re-channeled back properly into our
true reality in the timeless PURGATORY.
Yes
lads and lassies out here in my groupation of Blogaudians, I
AM UNDER THE ABSOLUTE WORST DEATH HELL SIEGE SINCE THIS FUCKING SHIT
BEGAN TO MAJOR ASS WORSEN LATE 1N THE YEAR 2015, WHEN EVIL DEMONIC
CRIMINAL PRESIDENT DONALD JOHN TRUMP, THREW HIS HAT INTO THE RING OF
THE PRESIDENTIAL RACE FOR THE 2016-ELECTION YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All day again which now is ever since the Tuesday inspection that
happened one week late, MAJOR ILLEGAL GUEST ENEMIES AS WELL AS THE
TWO MAJOR 2-DOOR-DOWN ENEMIES THEMSELVES, HAVE BEEN OFF THE DIALS
NOISY WITH THEIR BANGING DOORS FROM HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And then
on top of that, the maintenance crew each morning is back on the
floor making repairs to various apartments, resulting obviously from
failed inspections. I eventually will be visited for a repair to my
far left of three windows that I label as my west-window. My middle
one I call my north-window, and my far right window I call my east
window. These are my only windows, as the other side of the studio
apartment is the door, that faces the hallway and out to the fucking
south. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I also failed for
my bathroom bathtub knobs that leak a little bit, and look like shit
on a shishkabob
shingle, squared! I spelled it the way that it sounds, and
non-Microbiological Microsoft Spellchecker Hell-Wrecker would not
assist me in the proper spelling. AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER
MIKE MCNULTY SIR, FROM 1971!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You missed me, Mizz
Jane Sleazedisease fucking skankoweeds, & TEE-HEE-HEE, Mizz
Munster! Spellchecker wants me to print the word locoweeds, but I
doubt that my local sheriff here in me trusty whittle county would
want me to. Oh well, Ann King Silva, yo yo yo yo!!!
Yes
folks, I
TOOK ANOTHER SUPER MAJOR HEALTH ASSAULT,
YESTERDAY,
FRIDAY,
THE FIRST
CUNT LAPPING DAY OF MARCH!!!!
This was somewhere
around half past seven last night,
give or take a little. When fucking shit gets this bad, and stays
this fucking cunt lapping bad, for
this goddamn long, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA SIR;
I do not try to remember all of the fucking detailed
crimes that are being perpetrated against me,
down to the exact seconds and even minutes, as it is all beyond too
unpleasant and cock sucking totally
HELLISH
or Dogtownish,
to create a new word for my OPEN-OFFICE
DICTIONARY
to store in its marvelous files, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
see that I already have created the word “Dogtownism”,
as I believe I
too created the word of “TRUMPISM”,
as I know that me
whittle bwogs used that term, years and years before he ever ran for
the presidency,
and then I started to hear this echoed back at me, from
broadcasts
and general
media sources.
Again with another Chester-Frank super
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Yessir Sheriff, all
day long, both my heart and my bowels were badly effected
by the mother fucking MILI-2-FORCE
and their DEATH
RAY
BEAM
WEAPON,
that they
have been using on me
since
1986
when they first started to mother fucking deploy this nightmarish
weapon against me; kind sir. I am fully aware that falsely
accusing people of major crimes,
as well as filing
FALSE POLICE REPORTS,
IS INDEED A
FELONY,
and has stiff felony penalties, AS
IT GODDAMN SHOULD.
I
am not making any of these things up, nor am I maliciously lying to
you, SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA,
ME KIND SIR!!!!!!!!
So what really is the MILITUFORCE
and who has been a part of it since trillions
of eons before Planet Earth ever began to spin around?
You guessed it, and some of that powerful truth is 100% absolutely
verifiable on news-media systems, and this again, is the great
marvelous and illustrious MISTER PRESIDENT DONALD JOHN TRUMP, the
44TH
PRESIDENT OF THE GREAT UNITED STATES,
CALLED
BY MANY ABROAD, THE GREAT SATAN AND THE EVIL
EMPIRE,
and then along came Morianity's
Blogs
of the FEE-FREE-EMPIRE,
staring who else but DJT, and his illegal covert stealthy mother
fucking misuse of an ASTRAL
PLANE TECHNOLOGY,
known now by all of you out here, as Applied
PARALLEL EVENT,
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! I believe he calls this, as many now do, the
“other”
BRANCH OF THE U.S.
AIR FORCE,
AKA THE (SPACE-FORCE),
so check it out if you don't know this already, or don't fucking wish
to believe me; as this
is a very easy thing to GOOGLE up,
I'd fucking imagine; me peeps out here, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What'jew
say to me, JOANN-A???????????????????????????
Was that a goddessdamn
WOW,
or maybe even a “WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW”??????????
You see peeps, 666
Fifth Avenue
is the address of New York City's great and marvelous TRUMP
TOWER,
owned by, Jeeeeeeeeeze-Louise, weelwee; the illustrious
President DONALD JOHN TRUMP, and the phony fucking bologna Christians
on Television call me the Antichrist,
when they need
to re-examine
some of their fucking shit beyond
SERIOUSLY, YO FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
the MILITARY-UFO-FORCE,
may not be connected directly in any recognized media sources, to the
TRUMP
SPACE
FORCE
that he has been pushing to create,
as well as major ass enlarge,
(MILIT-UFO-RCE)
is sort of like PROJECT
BLUEBOOK-2.0,
or you can think of it all as BLUEBOOK
UFO REALITIES, ON MOTHER FUCKING SUPER
STEROIDS!!!!!!!
Or of course can you laugh and choose not to believe a word spoken in
my Morianity. No one is going to stick a piece into anyone's ribs for
their personal
belief systems.
I
AM A MAJOR FREEDOM FIGHTER,
and that means I
would spill every
fucking cunt drop
of my blood WILLINGLY,
and even extremely
HAPPILY, to preserve your right to tell me that I am a huge nut case
asshole whackadoodle,
and that you
don't believe a fucking turd eating word that I say!!!!!!!
I
ADORE FREEDOM,
and wouldn't have it any other mother fucking way, me peeps!!!!! But
then this works both ways. I
too should have the right to tell you all a totally true story, and
personal account of my life,
and so here it all is; me
13 year+ ongoing blogging project, AKA the 'BOM' or
MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!
The Military-UFO-Force,
as anyone can see just from watching that great HISTORY-CHANNEL
TELEVISION SHOW,
on Tuesday nights, at just past ten of the damn clock, called
“PROJECT
BLUEBOOK”,
has been destroying me, a totally innocent United States, LEGALLY
BORN
mother fucking citizen, ever since the early nineteen-eighties, once
I became labeled by them, a CE6 classification under the system of
MAJ-12
t-t-secret!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Actually, things started to heat up around me, ever since whoever is
controlling the
great Motown artist, Mizz
Diane Ross,
you know her as Diana, but she was born DIANE, was connected somehow
into all of this, and she was used
and controlled-manipulated
somehow, to
telephone me in the early part of May of 1983,
when my telephone had been totally
disconnected from the AT&T network system.
In those days, unlike today, you
either were connected to the line,
or you
were off and dead.
Yet she was able to call through, and say to me one day, “I
DON'T NEED THIS, NO HOW, NO NOTHING”.
I do not know to this day why she did this, how it was done, and for
that matter, just exactly what it was that SHE
DIDN'T NEED.
But she was in a very bad mood, and the great United
States Copyright Office all knows this
true tale of total inconceivability, as do the great
communication and broadcaster giants
from American
Telephone & Telegraph (AT&T),
to all of them, I'M
QUITE SURE.
From here, and to quote both my 1969 song, as well as the mighty
Resorts
International Casino and Hotel of Atlantic City,
back in 1997,
and their elevator lobby tape-loop; this
is where things all began, and I
shortly took ill afterwards,
as all of you out here know only too well, on that following June of
1983!!!!!!!!!! From there, and in the new light of the 'BLUEBOOK'
DISCOVERIES
from the past several months or so, as I began connecting major super
fucking dots all together; things
all began to happen to me in a powerful fucking crazy sequence.
But now I do know one thing that I did not use to know, and that is
that the entire mother fucking hell that I have been put through, is
being done by the SPACE-FORCE,
from Don Trump and his evil demonic fucking total dirt bag pals
straight from the gates of DOGTOWN, AKA (HELL)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just maybe that person WAS correct when my blogs were new, and
someone commented that I was “making it all up as I went along”
especially regarding the powerful ASTRAL WORLD AUTHORITY (AWA) or the
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. Well, I am learning new shit all of the time,
that's a damn ass fact for sure peeps, BUTTTTTTTT and NOT
BUTTERCHEESE,
BUT BIG ASS BUTT; I
AM MOST CERTAINLY AND DEFINITELY NAUT,
MIZZ
AT&T
BLAKE,
MAKING
ANY OF IT UP,
as in inventing or creating some kind of crazy
wild work of pure whole cloth FICTION
here,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! So
now we come to it people out here.
Why then is another MC, ever since the beginning of 2007, trying to
come into this picture; even right
down to the 2009 show,
where they all were talking about the incident just discussed here,
AND
I KNOW IT, SO DON'T TRY TO DENY IT ANYBODY. You
know, if you want to see it or hear it for yourselves, get the movie
“Precious”,
and hear the lovely Cornball or whatever her name is, denying it,
only I
KNOW BETTER.
And that just brings me much further into YYYYYYY
then
does my kid, or any of their friends for that matter, care in the
least; who
called me that day in ATCO,
if really, there is no connections here? You really DO
HAVE TO SEE SHIT
from me whittle point of view and perspective, unless you weelwee
want to just be an eternal turd!
Folks,
you have absolutely no idea how badly I want to CROSS
SOME HUGE RED
LINES
HERE,
and get way more specific, as BELIEVE ME PEOPLE, I could tie in shit,
and prove shit a thousand times more powerful and awesome than
anything typed so far in this blog, but
I
DON'T NEED
the possible hassles and dangers that would instantly begin to happen
all around me.
I MUST observe red lines that I have BEEN TOLD exist around me, OR
GODDESSDAMN ELSE, YO YO YO YO!!
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END
TRANSMISSION,
all © Examiners.
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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
throughout this entire SUMMER
AND AUTUMN SEASON OF 2019, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS
5-DAY ASSAULT ON ME NOW, OCTOBER
29, 30, 31, AND NOVEMBER 1, AND 2, 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
INCLUDES ALL UTILITY HARASSMENTS, DEATH HEALTH BODY STRIKES, NABE
NOISE ASSAULTS, AND ANY AND ALL THINGS GIVEN TO ME TO MAJKE MY
LIFE AN ENDLESS NIGHTMARE HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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.
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'God'
is nothing more than a wild teenaged astral-entity with absolute
total power, who has more psychotic features than all the head
shrinkers put together could ever begin to try and mother fucking
psycho-analyze. Not even the great devil looking CAHN is gonna'
fucking successfully con me out of these powerful truths, and I can
see this fucking shit clearer than I can see my fingers typing on
these keys right now. As I said, in light of my life's experiences, I
can read the bible from start to finish and really see what is going
on, AND WHO PINK
GODDESS
REALLY TRULY IS!!!!!!!!
ESS
FROM GENESIS TO ADVANCED
CHAPTER
10
© MARK WAYNE
MOUNTAINPEN MOHR 2006-2014
MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3
WISDOM
IS A GREAT THING, AND IS HIGHLY MISUNDERSTOOD IMHO, MIZZ DANIELS. IN
AND OF ITSELF, YOU CANNOT BEAT IT IF INDEED IT IS GREAT AND PURE
HEARTED. BUT NO ONE TO MY KNOWLEDGE EVER SAYS, THAT WHEN IT IS GIVEN,
AS WITH ANY SENTENCE, THERE IS A PERIOD. IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR ANY
WISDOM, TO DIRECTLY INSTRUCT ANYONE HOW TO BE BETTER STUDENTS,
PARENTS, TEACHERS, CHILDREN, COMMUNITY LEADERS, WORLD LEADERS, UNCLES
OR CUTCH UNCLES; ONE OF TWO THINGS IS GOING ON. EITHER YOU ARE
MISINFORMED ABOUT WHAT WISDOM IS DOING FOR YOU, OR THE PERSON DISHING
IT OUT TO YOU, IS LIKEWISE VERY MISINFORMED. IF I COULD CURE THE
HUNTINGTON CURSE, OR MAKE THE WORLD A GREAT PLACE TO LIVE IN, OR DO
ANYTHING ABOVE AND MORE, BECOME A SUCCESS UTLILIZING MY
INVENTIVE/CREATIVE TALENTS, GET FILTHY RICH WHILE DOING IT, MAKE
PEOPLE LIKE ME AND WANT TO BE AROUND ME ANDS SAY NICE THINGS ABOUT
ME, WOULD I NOT DO THOSE MAGIC THINGS OF GREAT WISDOM? YET DO I FOR
ONE MINUTE, BECAUSE MY LIFE IS SO FUCKED UP AND PATHETICALLY FAILED,
CLAIM TO HAVE LITTLE OR NO WISDOM? NOT ON YOUR DAM LIVES, FOLKS. I
HAVE GREAT WISDOM. WISDOM DOES NOT STOP AN EARTHQUAKE OR A MURDER OR
A RAPE OR A FORCLOSURE OR A FAILED BUSINESS. THESE THINGS OF
NEGATIVITY HAPPEN ALL THE TIME TO MANY WITH AND WITHOUT GREAT DEGREES
OF WISDOM. WISDOM IS GREAT, PERIOD. PLEASE DO NOT JUDGE MY FAILED AND
FUCKED UP LIFE, AS ''HAY ASSHOLE MOUNTAINPEN, WHO THE SHIT ARE YOU TO
GIVE SO MUCH INFORMATION, YOU WORTHLESS FUCKING PRICK''?
WISDOM=SUCCESS IN LIFE? SHOW ME THAT FORMULA SOMEWHERE, AND I WILL
SPEND A LOT OF MY TIME, WRITING ALL KINDS OF LETTERS TO WHOEVER
CLAIMS THIS, TELLING THEM WHAT I THINK ABOUT THEIR SCREWED UP FUCKING
IDEAS. WISDOM IS A WONDERFUL THING. IT HAS VALUE. IT MAKES US PONDER
ALL THE MORE ON LIFE'S ENDLESS QUERIES. WISDOM, PERIOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
REDD FOXX WOULD UNDERSTAND THIS, IF HE WERE HERE WITH ME RIGHT NOW,
AND MANY FANS OF HIS KNOW WHAT IS BEING SAID. I HAVE NO DEGREES ON MY
WALLS, AND WENT ONLY TO GRADE 8 AND THEN TO SPECIAL ED. THEY DON'T
TEACH MUCH THERE, IT IS A BUNCH OF SHIT, OR IT WAS BACK IN MY DAY, I
CANNOT SPEAK FOR PRESENT TIMES, AS IN PRESENT TIMES, I AM JUST ABN
OLD FUCKING MAN. I DO KNOW THAT I COULD NOT GIVE ANY EXPERT TESTIMONY
ON ANY SUBJECT, BY LEGAL MEANS. IF I TRIED TO, I COULD GO TO PRISON
FOR COMMITTING FRAUD. YET I TELL YOU THIS IN ABSOLUTE TRUTH. I KNOW
AS MUCH, AND MORE, ON SEVERAL SUBJECTS, THAN ANYONE AND EVERYONE, WHO
IS IN FACT LEGALLY PERMITTED TO GIVE SUCH LEGAL EXPERT COURT
TESTIMONY. THE LAW DECIDES THAT EDUCATED PEOPLE ARE ABLE TO PROVIDE
ACCURATE INFORMATION TO A COURT, BASED ON EDUCATION AT ACCEPTED
LOCATIONS AND WITH METHODS THAT ALSO ARE SOCIOLOGICALLY ACCEPTED.
THERE IS NOTHING TOTALLY WRONG WITH THIS. BUT THE ENTIRE SYSTEM IS
RIGGED. WHO CAN AFFORD THE REAL EDUCATION THAT PROVIDES THE REAL
GREAT JOBS THAT PAY SIX FIGURE ANNUAL INCOMES TO START, OTHER THAN
FOR THE WEALTHY WHO ARE ALREADY WEALTHY? THE ENTIRE THING
ALWAYS GOES BACK TO MY DESPISING OF PRESENT DAY NEW WORLD ORDER
CAPITALISM. I AM NO COMMIE, FRIENDS.
I BELIEVE AS DO ALL GOOD STOCK BROKERS; IN
LIMITS. I WOULD ALWAYS PRACTICE WHAT I PREACH, AND PUT MY
MONEY, IF I HAD ANY; WHERE MY BIG FAT UGLY MOUTH IS. THOSE WHO HAVE
KNOWN ME IN VARYING WAYS, FOR SIXTY FUCKING YEARS; KNOW THIS ABOUT
ME; AND IF THEY TELL THE TRUTH; THEY WILL SAY THIS ABOUT ME.
SEPTEMBER
5, 2014,
EARLY
FRIDAY MORNING AT 1:03
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 100%, FEELS 82, DISTANT LIGHTNING.
IWALU
LOVELY LIGHTNING, WE WILL BE FOREVER TOGETHER LOVELY BLOND
TEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
English initials of ESS is a translation from male gender into female
gender. GOD to GODDESS, PRINCE to PRINCESS, LORD to LORDESS, as in
SAR an ancient word meaning LORD, and the ancient AH that converts to
more modern ESS, SAR-AH or SARAH, meaning Princess and Goddess.
Originally, another word, DIVINE-AH was shortened to DIVAH, and then
the H dropped, for DIVA. All the clues to all of Morianity are in the
wisdom of the recorded past and history of this world. It is not
meant to be easily figured out, and the difficulty level, as with
today's modern computer games, with their ''various difficulty
levels'', also are all a part of this wild game, that only I know its
true name for sure, as the Almighty told me in late 1996, “GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS,
and the red letter changes shown now, I was totally clueless to in
1996, and 2006, but then shortly after, came LOIS FOCA-2, and lots of
years of major following revelations, along with a real publicly
first written, from 1995 information, a re-write of “MORIANITY”!
This many powerful things cannot just happen, and many Christians to
me are pathetic, for their narrow-minded translations of a very
similar event 2000 years back into time, and also along my direct
family lineage, all from King David, straight into royal Stuart
lineage, into the Huntington family, and all the way to me. This same
great SSJKK is and was, and for that matter, always will be, involved
in my family, and is a part of my family, in more ways than some holy
roller spirit filled fundamentalists, throwing water buckets all
over, at each other, as if the fourth quarter just ended and the
gladiators on their team just killed the others.
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DOT COM ASKS ME; BLOGGER MOUNTAINPEN:
You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
MY RESPONSE TO THEM WAS:
'An
angry mother.'
Also,
at the risk of sounding negative; the only thing one may be truly
sure of is that you cannot be sure of anything. I
am sorry for my glass half-empty attitude lovely Twinbay. Hope
all is well with you.
Kind
ladies and gentlemen, my mother's 94th birthday would be
today if she had not been murdered by Paula King Senior, Pees mother,
my baby mama.
Now
this is the way it read until I posted up my last blog. Look
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Hay,
I think it is cool as shit, and whoever managed to get that onto my
blogs, I like it buddy, or honey, or whatever gender ye may be-eth.
Still, me' ol' qweeschin is, jes hala ye deed eet maitee? Meester
Meeguire has a lot of magical power, as does Paula, the great
TRAVELER. Did you just say, W-O-W, Mister Macy and very distant
cousin Martha??????? This was a joke, she spells her name
differently, yo, TEE-HEE-HEE, Ziggy! Try NAUT to bleed too much ol'
pal!
Has
anyone ever taken my dare, and gone to 30 South Plaza Place, and
tried taking a photograph of the home of the Almighty?
Has
anyone ever tried to disprove all the things I have made a claim to?
You
won't you know, I challenge the entire government to try, from the
FBI to my opal the President. He knows. I gave him a heads up about
this horrible year. I try to be a good American and a good citizen.
I'm not perfect. Neither is Bruce Pennock in 1972, right Mildred B.
Young? She told me to get away as fast as I can run; from an over
domineering overbearing over dominating mother, and I didn't listen
to her. Boy were you a soothsayer and a prophet. I should have ran
away with your cousin Taffy I guess. Oh well, that was no more meant
to be than it was for me to ever know a moment of peace, joy, or
happiness, only ETERNAL MOTHER FUCKING WOE AND
MISERY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And the name of Huntington was once so
great. Oh how the mighty Babylonians have fallen, great lovely
daughter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry if my life has inconvenienced
you. I am not being sarcastic, this is a genuine dam apology.
What
makes this an interesting world is that no two people are the same,
not even twins. My family contains quite a number of these
phenomenon's so I know a little bit about this topic myself, along
with my ''great pals'' Colin and Kevin McGrath from
Collingswood, New Jersey and from Haddon Township High School,
in Westmont, World Future Labs, New Jersey
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Some
cunt lapping mother fucker thinks it funny, old pal Bob McDowell,
Chairman of the federal Communications Commission, and sir; to hack
out the Deja Vu Sans font, it will not fucking johnny
faster work, with the font set to a bold type, it vanishes every
time, remember last time they fucked with me on this font, old friend
from the Cooley-Wormhole Marola Hall of Hopkins Memory Lane,
back early in the dam seventies.
Funny,
is it not, world? Real funny, HA HA HA! People who laugh too fucking
much are like cackling hens and giggling fucked up school girls, and
I MOST CERTAINLY DO NOT HIT OR SPIT, ON ANY BUSES, ASSHOLES FROM
QUACK ER CLOWN, PENNSYLVANIA, USA, ESMWG. Really, what are the odds,
that my old pal becomes the fuckiGN FCC CHAIRMAN-DIRECTOR? For all
you fucking atheists out here, you have an incredible ability to see
a lot of things in very bland mother fuckign ways, and I am not going
to lie to a one of you; I ENVY TH ENMOTHERR FUCKING CRAP OF YA, DUDES
AND DUDDESSES, even though I know you are all full of mother fucking
total shit at light speed cubed, Cuban, and lottery winning price
patrolling nightmares, songs, letters, and
daughters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here it comes again, BOB
MCDOWELL, FCC, the fucking cunt lapping (`~HACK) YO YO YO YO YO!!!!
Now they tried to do the (WORD DISAPPEARING HACK, OLD BUDDY AND KIND
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wow, THIS IS GETTING MOTHER FUCKIGN CUNT
INTENSE, TO QUOTE ONE OF MY FANS, WHO I SHALL NEVER KNOW,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
To
this day, there are people who think that I have the ability to wipe
out the entire waking world, simply by getting a voice. This in some
sense is true, only why go through lots of trouble, when all I would
really ever have to do is Fascitar my way back to EDEN, 'YEAH
BROTHER' RODDENBERRY, and simply stop myself from asking PINK GODDESS
outside beyond the invisible fence (force-field), to please refrain
from destroying everything. It honestly would be that simple and I do
NAUT need a voice. But who am I to interfere in Sarah-Stacey's great
GASME game here in the waking world? Still, a child who has ever gone
through my entire copyrighted material, knows that time is indeed an
illusion of the MIND. Phase-4 is a great part of that illusion. The
connectiveness that forever intertwines with those two things would
take centuries to discuss entirely on some groupation of dumb ass
fucking blogs. Still, I will scratch some fucking surfaces as more
blogs keep being churned out by the Atco Mountainpen of all GREAT
DREAMERS,
AS WELL AS GREAT
GRANDMOTHER'S daughters,
being of course my
wonderful latengrate NANA,
Mizz
Grace
Isabel
Huntington.
WEEEEEE and WOW to THAT, lovely BIG-O!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW
&
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TRANSMISSION.
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