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NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHAPTER
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We
will be separating the smart from the dumb on this blog,
despite my saying such a thing making me automatically become new age
times labeled, as 'POLITICALLY INCORRECT'!
To sweeten it up just a bit, I could rephrase
here on Earth, or out in some fictional non venetian blind JRSS
Krassle-7 space station far out into
deep space, and keep the great fictional character, Mister
Lieutenant-Commander Scott happy. Still, we'd all be lots of
fucking 'tribble' one way or the other, as when I go on with this,
only the SMARTY-JONES HORSES OUT HERE along with perhaps the great
Mister Ed, and not Muscles-Ed or Ed Himacane Lynch, will grasp the
following blog weekly secrets rating as shown below. If you honestly
think this is about just THE FAMILY, or
even ATLANTIC CITY, or for that matter,
even the mighty and awesome fucking Exploratronic
Supermind Society; you're dead ass
totally 'wrooooooooong', to quote a lovely
1980 girl who appeared on a really cool hair shampoo
commercial, back in those great times!!!!!!!!!!
Week
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Week
ending Tuesday afternoon: 12-17-19
As
I said, only the 'non intellectually challenged', Mister SCOTT' and
his mighty punches, on that wild STAR TREK SHOW; will not be
scratching lots of dandruff or 'whatever' Bob Andrews ol' pal from
1975; out of their headlessChrome HEADS, Sir Mighty Microsucks
SpellCHECKER! This is where we do that great boys and men separation,
only instead of muscle and bravery, and along those lines, it is
smarts. Those NAUT in the SMARTY JONES CLUB, and AKA 'MENSA
SOCIETY', will wonder endlessly why
I gave this week such a rating. Most of it is because of
the following story I'll now tell you. Smart people, please be seated
and hold onto that great East-Jersey CAT-TAIL!
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'SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO',
Mister Arthur Crane, and any and all other great wonderful
Blogaudians out here, throughout this lovely globe; here is what I
will tell you right now: It really might be a great idea for you all
to try and listen up real damn carefully to all of this!!!!!!!!
As
you know, I
am attempting to reestablish my personal credit history,
after what the great WASHCLOTH
CLAN
and the 'HALLS FAWCES',
who are of course the true authors of all miseries behind all of the
great 'always hidden' OZ-CURTAINS;
and I was also doing this same thing back in Jersey, when the great
mighty KINGS got a hold of my life and sent it rushing
down the great Toilet River at light speed squared!
This time however, I know more than I ever did before in me' younger
days back up in Jersey. I used to think that the trick was having a
hundred credit cards, and a 'HUUUUUGE' combined potential credit line
or limit, and this and only fucking this was what built personal
credit history; and that without being a good payer of course, you
would not have the ability to get to this point. Now
this blog is most certainly and definitely NAUT about credit or my
personal fucking dogshit woes and miseries,
BUTTERCHEESE but, it is about something that I have only hinted
around for fourteen years, and now it is time to really send that
wild powerhouse cat leaping out of its bag, once
and for damn all, SENATOR!
I am speaking of something that sort of began after the ending of
the nineteen-eighties, but more accurately stated, something that
exploded into popularity with everyone all over the planet, and is
why I have the expression and am NAUT one bit damn shy about using it
when it fits into all these things, “The
spirit of the times”!
Let me continue explaining me' self, great peeps! I told you all how
the ADA at the Camden County Prosecutor's Office, Mister Ron Wirtz
Senior, along with his sidekick Mizz Donna Spinosi, met both myself
and Mister David Roth, back on the 5th
day in December of the year 1989, and how things all began so far as
my attempting to interest the authorities in my invisible enemies
that I presently label the World-Owner
Milituforce-Otammites,
or the WOMO
for a shortened abbreviation; and to hopefully be eventually able to
secure real-world help from them in getting this horrendous nightmare
surrounding my life that began after I left the magical COOLEY HALL
OF KINGS HIGHWAY IN HADDONFIELD, to be EXPOSED, and somehow LEGALLY
HALTED, as well as even punished, where I would be able to sue for
the destruction of my entire life, for a minimum of thirty billion
mother fucking United States dollars (USD)!!!!!!!!!!! Sounds really
great on goddamn paper, and by all rights, it should have all come
into fruition, but
NAUT against a covert invisible and nearly almighty powerful LAMBRIGG
CULTIST by the name of Donald John Trump, who is endlessly behind
this inconceivable plot that is literally straight out of gates of
DOGTOWN, OLYMPIA, PURGATORY!
One thing that happened during the first two years of Ron Wirtz
trying to help me with this beyond unfathomable nightmare on steroid
buckets, is that he told me he had established 'CONTACT' with this
group whom he knew that I had labeled as the WOMO, and that so far
they only were willing to communicate with him with little funny
faces and silly 'lesser than tweet' groups of words that would send
Mike McNulty into orbit with his world famous by fucking now,
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA's!!!!!!!!!! You know what I mean peeps so please
don't be dense. Things like comments some of you had made on me'
blogs, or for that matter, subtle things done besides messaging or
comments, and then there is still more, but we needn't concern
ourselves with any of this for right now. What Ron did NAUT seem to
dig however, was that this was all happening to me already in the
late seventies and well into the eighties. I used to refer to it as
radio-TV teasing or harassment's, stupid nonsensical endless games,
and numerous other junky descriptions for all of this. But none of
this is anyone's fault, it is all connected into the SPIRIT
OF
THE
TIMES,
and these times being, the ELECTRONIC
INVASION INTO HUMANITY,
and this means; the telegraph, then the telephone, then the radio,
then the tape recorders, then the televisions, then the computers,
then the internet, and then the social media interconnected world.
This entire thing is ONE
GREAT BIG 'WESLEY CRUSHER 'NEXT GENERATION STAR TREK' STARSHIP GAME,
and
I
appear to be WESLEY CRUSHER,
or said more accurately, the ONLY BASTARD ASS PRICK ALIVE, WHO'SE
COGNIZANT TO WHAT IS TRULY GOING ON AND HAPPENING ALL AROUND
HUMANITY, and this makes me ULTRA MOTHER FUCKING DEADLY DANGEROYUS
TO THE ASTRAL PLANE FAWCES, and to other HALLS FAWCES right here on
the EARTH-PLANET AS WELL.
But this is merely taking you all on my elevator ride, into the first
few floors of me' extremely gigantic skyscraper building, yo. Shall
we go up a wee bit higher now? There is a real honest powerful mind
bending fucking reason WHY
PEOPLE ACT THE WAY THEY DO,
all proprietary, always beating around all the bushes, never out in
the open, and a hundred other little silly sayings that I could keep
right on adding and typing in words, but I shan't waste my time or
yours. The very latest thing here is my attempt to rebuild my
personal credit history. I cannot get anyone who actually does know
lots of credit truths, to ever reveal certain absolutely pivotal
things that would really help me in doing this, and no, I don't trust
television advertisements or computer APPS, and that is because I
know for absolute sure that no one advertising is out there to help
me, but rather, only to line their own mother fucking pockets and to
hell with doing one damn thing for me, EVER! It is also no different
than all the times I wanted to do things on my computer, do things
with posting up songs, have a geek over to my apartment, and so
forth. It was beyond like pulling fuckign teeth to get any help at
all, EVEN WHEN OFFERING TO PAY MONEY FOR IT, AND A LOT OF MONEY. Now
does this SPIRIT OF THE TIMES, cause this endlessly annoying person
to knock on my apartment door EVERY SINGLE TIME I EVER HAD A GEEK
OVER HERE IN MY APARTMENT, and is it truly behind everything. Not
exactly or perfectly the way a court would accept evidence, and this
is in a nutshell exactly how shark shyster lawyers get criminal
trashy people off every day of the mother fucking week. Some things
work directly, and others, well, they work indirectly. Yes the spirit
of the times and HALLS FAWCES is behind all of this, and is behind
the very same thing with a lot of you out there who also are
obviously endlessly trying to do things and accomplish challenging
deals in your own lives, and I know you all feel that very same pull
of energy in your own lives, always trying to knock you down in one
way or the other. I just have a HIGHER INTENSITY LEVEL but the very
same deal is ongoing with you all out here, as it is with me! THAT,
IPY!!!!!!!!!! The same forces are why we cannot get honest true
answers or help with our woes, all of us. No one is immune, even
powerful wealthy and famous people in all works of human life on this
planet, ALL HAVE THIS same crap endlessly surrounding you, BUT, on
different levels of overall intensity. Think of the poor fucking
mountainpen as always having his INTENSITY-BUTTON ON NUMBER 10, and
the rest of you have a varying and moving button that ranges from
number one to maybe number four or five. I am not special or from
another realm, not the physical me that exists as Mark Wayne Mohr. I
am just like all of you, and I never said otherwise. But the dummies
take things I have said or claimed, and merely totally fucking
misinterpreted it all to hell! This applies to all the shit I have
invented and accomplished as well as my promise truly and totally
spoken to mizz Jennifer Washburn on Providence Avenue, in Atlantic
City. But the dummies do not understand things, and they do what
folks have done throughout the ages. They judge, they hate, and they
refuse to so much as seriously listen to one damn ass thing that I
say. But don't fret it, as Jesus said the greatest truth of all from
my perspective when he said that a prophet is without honor in his
own area. THAT to me, is BEYOND FUCKING POWERHOUSE TRUTH ON STEROIDS,
YO!!!!
Random
is the most misunderstood reality in this entire universe.
Part of my truths to unlocking the game of Roulette is the
understanding of the truths about random. Random is the entire
reality behind unlocking direct communications with nuclear life,
rather than just think we can endlessly use it blindly with out
feeble scientific applications of atomic fission or fusion, combining
and crushing atoms or breaking them apart. There is only about five
hundred and forty eight quintillion more things to nuclear reality
than just human being's concept of atomic fission or fusion. But
again, this blog ain't about nuclear fusion or nuclear fission, but
UI had to quickly lay down this foundation before taking me' point
out a bit further, or to quote an expression that the police forces
seem to enjoy using, I had to lay this down, “real
quick”,
before I could proceed onward with what IS
THE POINT
of this blog today, yo!
When
I put my great 1980
invention
together, the KEYBOARDS
FROM PETAHELL
that soon will made clear as to why I gave it that name back then; it
worked an awful lot like many things that already worked around me,
even the later purchased at the end of 1982, International Mobile
Machines invention called, the PRIVECODE, or more accurately stated
here, what actually worked so-called-randomly,was not so much the
PRIVECODE MACHINE, but the AT&T Telephone Company's equipment
that all of my devices later were connected into. This allowed me to
literally create thousands of sentence-codes for DIANA the ELECTRON,
to correspond with otherwise-random electrical pulsations within the
phone company's apparatus, and as time went by, DIANA the ELECTRON
actually spoke very meaningful codes tome, warning me of dangerous
times ahead, and telling me many many thing. The KFP also had a
randomizer square wave system that I was able to create by doing some
really off the wall electronically weird circuit-creating of things
that were either tossed out from my job at the RPL Sound Labs in
Camden, as well as what I had found out in the woods in a sort of
'junk pile', while out walking my dog, Roseann on day and before I
had moved from my home in Mantua, New Jersey, and into the apartment
in Voorhees, New Jersey, 1802 Robin Hill. The scientific community
absolutely and vehemently refuses to believe that random can be
indeed used as actually, its own communicative system, in ways that
would take me years to even begin to scratch any fucking meaningful
surfaces to whatsoever, yo BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I am indeed
going to in fact say something here that takes me from RED
STAR-6
to the following RED
STAR-
7.
The human mind is very magical. It is all interactive with RANDOMS,
all by itself. If you think for one second that from the time you
wake up until the time you go to bed, that your thoughts do not come
to you in some type of random way; you will endlessly remain in the
GREAT DUMMIES FOREVER CLUB (GDF-CLUB) for short!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
I said, the very way that I wrote all of this, the very exact things
that I have said, and yes, the things NAUT said, or NAUT done and so
forth, all tells a HUUUUUUUUUGE story, and the smarter that anyone is
out here who reads these words and knows of me and my Morianity, the
more this powerhouse blog will do a Russ Thaxton Sir Marcucci MIND
BLOW on you. If however you're scratching your stinky ass right about
now and saying to yourself, “{There's nutcase jerk off Mountainpen,
crazy as fucking ever, yo”, well; SAWN-U. This blog will be sort of
a SUB-CHAPTER-1 for THE SMART/DUMB GREAT SEPARATION. It won't be
called and labeled as such, but it will be out here, as what is TRULY
IS. I believe Sir Chester-Frank would be going should he be here and
be one of the smarter ones; “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”. Hey
bud, at least as you told me that day, “You know who you are”,
and I'll bet fuckign damn ass dollars to stale ass donuts that this
places you well ahead of 90+ percent of those folks all around you,
me' BRO!!!!!!!! Some dick head BLACK HAT HACKER HATES THIS BLOG TIMES
TEN TO THE POWER OF FUCKIGN EIGHTY EIGHT, YO, AS MY (DOUBLE-LINE
PREVENTION HACK) is upon poor whittle me. Gee willagars, SHERIFF KEN
MASCARA, ME' KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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HUGE BLOG HIT DAY OF NEARLY 1,000 HITS WAS AFTER I POSTED UP THE
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AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHAPTER 000026 and Chapter 27.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
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NAUT
even SARAH the great,
is an exception to these rules:
Complementary Results
Knowledge Result
THERE'S
NO SUCH THING AS RANDOM AND NOTHING EVER JUST HAPPENS, NO JOB, NO
RESIDENCE, NO CONTACT WITH ANYONE, & NOTHING IS EVER JUST
NOTHING!!!!!
About Me
- mark wayne mohr
- being one of perhaps ten humans since time began who have memory going back far beyond current physical birth, I am doing my best to deal with an extremely unpleasant situation.
Even
the great Keyboards
From
Petahell
was
designed to do RANDOMIZED THINGS.
Once I realized that I had given it those weird electronic circuits,
I never fucked with it, for fear that I
would lose a lot of 'magical' possibilities and potentials.
This machine was able to take a tape that was totally ruined by way
of over powered recording (sonic saturation), and actually restore
the tape to perfect audibility to where the most critical
professional listener would refuse to believe it was once absolutely
fucked up and distorted. It also could bring a lot of things to life,
just like Frankenstein and HIS MONSTER, and funny funny HAHAHA
Mizz Sheila Franklin from the great “HAIR” Broadway Show in NYC,
because the keyboard typewriter has the
letter “B”
and the
letter “M”,
just two spots away from each other, and as I was typing away a
moment ago, I
typed in 'MOBSTER' rather than 'MONSTER',
and
yes, I am making no judgments whatsoever yet,
on the great NIGHTMARES
of VENTNOR, New Jersey,
of 'THAT FAMILY', and their shooting
my lungs out, and turning them into washcloths,
BUTTTTTTTTTT and yes, BUTTERCHEESE
too;
I
won't fucking soon forget thisssssssssss!!!!
Good
old Ventnor, New Jersey, back in 1970, from 24 June through 12 July.
If anyone thinks they've heard it all about this place and those
folks surrounding me in that randomized human interaction, from the
ASTRAL-PLANE'S
LATE-NIGHT GAME-SHOW
produced by Sir
William Shakespeare,
well; you are totally wrong in your conclusions, and that's putting
things extremely politely!
Copyright
© 1999 – 2019 Google
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2019
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
Why
is music and the songs that I wrote, so important to those who
have totally wrecked and destroyed my entire life, you may wonder;
and I know that I sure wonder. Right after I did certain things,
and to quote Scotland Yard's buddy,
Mister ADA Ron Wirtz Senior of
the Camden county New Jersey Office of the Prosecutor in January
of 1990, ten days into the nineties decade; “If you
test them, they'll give you a reaction”; THEY GAVE ME ONE.
They also gave me another one by taking me
off a medication I was on for thirty one an da half years
and has ruined my health beyond repair as a result, as soon as I
said this following thing that many may remember, Scotland Yard
peeps:
Folks,
I do NAUT have any secrets,
merely needed foundations to be laid before I could even remotely
hope of releasing shit to you that you would be able to grasp on any
real and meaningful mother fucking level. Dennis Snyder from Elm,
NJUSAESMWG, would say this so damn ass perfectly right about now,
“And that's just reality son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have NO
SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have NO
SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have NO
SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have NO
SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have NO
SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have NO
SECRETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANsdimensional AND END
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A REALLY 'HUUUUUUUUUGE' BERNIE SANDERS SUPER 'DAMN' WEEEEEEEEEEEEE,
ALONG WITH A GREAT BIG GARGANTUAN 'WEEDEEKAWUSS' FOR ADMIRAL PERRY
AND HIS WONDERFUL D.Q. ABSEACON NEICE; AND TO QUOTE THAT WEELWEE COOL
CHARACTER OF LONG AGO, SIR SHEMP HOWARD, “THE
NEICE IS NICE”,
OR AS I WOULD SAY TO THE RECORDING ENGINEER WITH A LESS THAN A+
PERSONALITY, SIR JAN NACE, “BE
NICE, NACE”,
BACK IN 1980, while I was of course newly residing at a great and
prophetic farm that was just outside of HADDONFIELD, known as the
illustrious ROBIN HILL Apartment system!
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I
kill these mother fuckers one after another, and they JUST KEEP RIGHT
ON COMING BACK WITH A WHOP'S PASSION, AND THE VENGEANCE OF A CRUSADES
WARRIOR! Why do you mother fucking despise and hate me so terribly,
OH
PINK GODDESS ALMIGHTY
(Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle), of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, CAPITOL CITY
of the CAPITOL PROVINCE, of all of mother fucking purgatory, OR THE
Astral-Plane OF ENDLESS EXISTENCE WITHOUT TIME OR HOPE???
JOJO
HUNTINGTON FROM ROBIN POORMAN'S 'ENDLESS JRSS HELL-HILL' IS SIGNING
OFF NOW, BUT FUCKING FIRST YO, I WILL SIMPLY SAY THISSSSSSSSS; LOVELY
MIZZ ERICA AMC KANE FROM 1983,
MAHM!
All
my life I knew that there were things that if I said anything about,
it would be just about fucking equivalent to UFO researchers
attempting to do forbidden things regarding their fave topic without
an immediate swift horrendous counter action taken against them by
what Morianity has labeled, the MILITUFORCE,
and many non Morians simply refer to as the MEN IN BLACK, only
the fucking M2F goes way beyond just a few surface face-level peeps
that some UFO researchers have observed and even have been targeted
by in various degrees, even up to their murders. When I was not even
fifteen, I would tell my organizational big
brother John Henningsen that I knew something was out there messing
me up, screwing my life all to hell, that it was real and that
I was not an imaginative nut case kid. John just snickered, WEIN? But
my fucking point here is that even as far back as less
than 15-YEARS OF AGE, I knew what I knew, and no one was going
to talk me out of what was happening around me, not all the goddamn
adults in the world all put together. I don't say this defiantly, not
now, and certainly not then. But, I wasn't going to allow a falsehood
myth of so-called bullshit-reality to be pushed on me, just because I
was a kid, and the adult world WAS IN CHARGE. Not that much changed
when I did in fact grow up, Mister Dan Mackey; along with my school
chum Mister McDowell, and we both became men, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
One of the things that was there, in those early days when strange
folks seemed to be more than just interested in my beach-schedule in
Atlantic City, but when real covert assaults were actually coming
down on me like torrential rain that could no more be prevented by
any possible thing that I could ever do, and I began to realize that
I simply WAS NOT ALLOWED to say certain things to people, or do
certain things, go to certain places, and the list goes on and on.
Now I have gleaned many things over the past numerous years from Sir
Dick Wolf's fantastic (L&O) television show. One powerful ass
thing was spoken by Mister Mike Cutter the ADA working under McCoy,
and what he said in a court proceeding in a closing argument after a
large group of firemen in NYC (fictionally of course) had disrupted
the city with a major act of public violence, and I quote or almost
quote as I may be in a small error but the point is made, “When we
cannot be safe in our lives due to activities such as this, then we
live in terror”. He was prosecuting this group under the laws of
terrorism that all followed the great nine-eleven and the falling of
the Twin Towers. If I am not allowed to do things that everyone else
around me is allowed to do and I am literally being stopped and
prevented from many things, the largest being the expression of my
musical talents and abilities, and am absolutely covertly threatened
by their immediate RR-Counterattack on me every single time that I
ever so much as even begin any kind of new musical project; and there
are many lesser items where should I dare to exercise what should be
my absolute freedom to pursue in this evil
empire America of the new age dominated WOMO or (big-business
demonic evil power hungry monsters from hell, and AKA
the BILLIONAIRES AND MULTI BILLIONAIRES; then no matter how
anyone out here might look at this Mountainpen Nightmare on steroids;
I AM LITERALLY BEING ENDLESSLY ASSAULTED BY
LEGALLY APPROVED NATIONAL/GLOBAL TERRORISM! LSS (long story
short) peeps, this is one hundred percent real, it is an off the
scale endless mother fucking total nightmare, it is inescapable,
unimaginable, inconceivable, and beyond quintessentially
unfathomable!!! BUTTTTTTTTTT and Butterfields BIG ASS BUTT but, IT
IS REAL, IT EXISTS, and it is a part of my life and has
been for more than four straight decades now, with absolutely no
mother fucking possible light at the end of any possible proverbial
tunnels!!!!!!!!!!! A perfectly great current times example is that
you don't know how fucking badly I want to talk in great detailed
lengths about certain topics, ranging from my days at Haddonwood Swim
Club, my motion related abilities, Atlantic City, the great
Washburn's or non WASHburn's WASHCLOTH FAMILY, and so much more. I
want to get very specific on why I was interconnected with Patty
Hollister and little Merry a long time ago, and a zillion things that
all fit together like a giant city of glowing atoms all suddenly
being beamed down from the Astral Heavens by the fictional Star Trek
character whom we all know and love, Mister Scott. I want
to go straight into the RED ZONE'S 8th
STAR and beyond but I MOTHER FUCKING KNOW BETTER, ME'
PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!! The hugest forbidden thing that I've told to
this world is how the world owner billionaire filth bag scum-balls
use PARALLEL EVENT ILLEGALLY AND COVERTLY
AGAINST ME, but I have been doing this for well over a decade
now on these blogs, so what else can the MILITUFORCE
do to me on that end of the fucking lion's huge hungry jaws? Well,
they can covertly dig a tunnel behind my kitchen stove that cannot be
moved and bring endless fucking diseased horrendous COCK ROACHES
intro my apartment to fuck up my health. Still, I could tell so much
more, and I will be getting into how SPACE-TIME-MIND
is behind everything, and especially in the hidden world that makes
up this wild ass Morianity story told on these 14-YEAR BLOGS of
Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yet, to quote the latengrate and very
lovely Mizz Karen Carpenter here folks, “We've only just begun,
yo”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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FUCKING HELL FOR THE PITIFUL PATHETIC MOUNTAINPEN, WHAT ELSE????
There
was a very special 'KFP' day while living at 1802
ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS,
for me. I was listening to a musical-demo tape I made and was playing
the voices of course, and I remember saying two words, “Absolutely
beautiful”. Without the aid of any high school shootings decades
out into the photon projection of the endless NOW, or words spoken by
Sir McCoy to lovely Jamie Ross, I have great respect for the JRSS.
But right now folks, I am saying something slightly in alteration of
that original wild statement where those two words spoke the epitome
of wisdom and truth in more ways than one. Now
I look at these blog stats and so much more, and I go silently to my
inner-self, Mizz Shirley McClain, “Absolutely
incredible”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
bet that it is nice and cool out there in Colorado.
“Lucky-Lucky-YOU”, and I think this
photo is out in the COLOR-RED state, but I forget now for absolute
sure. WEEEEEEEE! Hey I cannot complain this weekend. It may not be as
cool in the north here in my town, but it only went up to about 80
today and very low eighties yesterday, and the damn humidity was
quite low. “AHA-AHA”, Mister Mike
McNulty, from the year 1971!
Hey, at least the photo still works, UNLIKE MY LEGALLY PAID FOR
PHOTOBUCKET PHOTO THAT I THINK MY DAUGHTER
HAS BEEN HACKING OUT, OR ELSE IT IS BABY MAMA PATTY
H.H.H. WHO CAN EVER KNOW?????
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Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Chapter 50 The Big Hawaii 50, and I Tried My Morians, 'a low hah ha', With Jokes all On Me
YEPPIR,
ALWAYS THE JOKE IS ON ME, BECAUSE THE RULES IN THIS ASTRAL GAMESHOW,
SIR CUZZ, IS KNOWN AS THE “LAWTRONIC GASME GODS-GAMES”!
Morianity
is over now, and there will not B further writings, the great SSJKK
just whispered in my ear, that I am 2 tell what has been told, and I
have. It is now over. The world will not need to know any more at
this point, and in fact, it currently is so dumbed down, that all of
the MORIANITY BIBLE, is but a big blur to the entire human race.
There are other things I must now do, one of which is to prepare for
a long and permanent trip out and away from where I currently reside,
either South America or some Pacific or even Atlantic island. The
main story has been told, and it is all true so help me the gods. I
am no longer playing their game, their most recent one, let's fuck
with the little dick head on the computer. I will just state that the
MORIANITY BIBLE has served a cosmic purpose, that the human race is
unaware of at this time. Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle has given
me permission to put a back cover on this book. No sir Lads, Lassies,
Lab-dogs, and Lab-Technicians everywhere and anywhere all over the
mighty evil EARTH-PLANET, not all things told stay the same, and no,
I did NAUT end the MORIANITY PROJECT back after the 3rd
day in August of the year 2006 of the common-Era. So WEEEEEEEEEEE and
yes, this may all be quite WEEDEEKAWUSS too, lovely Dairy Queen Katy,
so pweeeeeeze do NAUT beat me up or ruin me' chances with my pal the
Congressman to get my shit all looked into, oh wait a minute, this
already has happened, did it NAUT, lovely Mizz AT&T Blake from
1983? Now in 1983, what antimatter FAWCES were being hurled at me to
throw a lot of this future shit up here, back there into my life?
Well, do you all have a damn century or two to hear that one?
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The
power of Olivia Newton John's great movie about life editing/splicing
is incredibly involved in all of this Morianity, and it always was,
right after it came out and before Morianity was anything more than a
post LOIS-FOCA idea in the large recesses of my 'brain'. Still,
'Olivia-New Jersey' or whatever the RSSC that's all rapped up in this
entire mess, can also be upped by some decades with the great
“L&O”-SVU-TV-SHOW with that title about poor lovely Detective
O.B. And her rape-product father, Mister Joe HOLLISTER. Does the
universe really NAUT endlessly scream and shout up a storm that is
louder than a whole war-room full of atomic bombs that just went off?
The loudest and most recent explosion is 7+5+6+9, and so now let us
examine why the HALLS FAWCES are playing with me' mind on the
totaling up of three robins from the illustrious ROBIN HILL
APARTMENTS, shall we? I mean first me' mind fucks up with the sum of
3010, and then it fucks up again with 3040, or whatever, as I canNAUT
keep up with these PBHE's any more, but we all know that
1802+1102+506 is 3410. Something is literally HACKING MY MIND, hence
the old Morianity's labeling of Prior Blog Hacks and or Errors, or
PBHE's, yo bro!
So
let us all think a moment or eight or so, and see the three apartment
units that I lived at over in this post
1970 farm outside of Haddonfield and Cooley Hall, called ROBIN HILL.
These three units were 1802 where I moved to on May 1, 1980. Then
came 506 after I left Atco, and moved right back into, somewhere
early that same autumn of 1983 after I had left the 1802 unit, back
on February first. Then finally, there was unit 1102, that I moved
back into from my dollhouse in Moorestown, that I rented from Mister
Real Estate Investor Jim Wilson, on Central Avenue in Moorestown,
after the summer time ended somewhere in 1989. When
adding
those three apartment unit numbers up, WE
GET 3410.
Ignoring the zero in the four digit numeration of 3410, it then
becomes 341.
These digits of course first and foremost, when scrambled a wee bit,
are the address at the Atco house owned by the other Real Estate
Investor, Mister Jerry Pliner, at 134
Norris 'garage-kicker' Avenue,
in Atco, NJUSAESMWG. Talk about the TOW-TWO-USE-SUE-GASME-GAMES, now
we might have to also add in here, 3410-3040-3010. Aniwho, and moving
this right along folks, we get the 341 verses the 134, and now, how
many other things are all laying quietly inside of this just waiting
to be plucked out of the magical non-HHH-mix of all
NON-FASCITAR-RELATED
items, or maybe said even better still, ALL
OF THESE FASCITAR-CONNECTED-ITEMS,
since in reality, without the Fascitar, I never would have found out
so much, and just who put me onto the fantastic sensational
inconceivable Fascitar, but lovely
Patty H. Hollister H.?????????????????
As for hyperspace interdimensional aliens, ash trays, trailer parks,
cars, car problems, and mechanics; it seems to me that certain areas
or geographical POINTS seem to be extremely part of some wild
unexplained thing. It may not yet be fully understood by any stretch
of the mind, but back in Jersey and during times of extremely bad
aerial death siege and MILITUFORCE
death siege in general, air and ground; that there were definite
AREAS where things always began to instantaneously get real bad as
soon as I began driving through them, and not once or twice or five
times, BUT I SAW THIS FUCKING SHIT HAPPEN
TO ME EVERY SINGLE GODDESSDAMN
TIME
that I would drive through these PARTICULAR GEOGRAPHICAL AREAS, or
POWER-POINTS,
as my
Morianity
has come to label them, yo! Still, yo, POWER-POINTS are not that they
exist as a geographical area where I am under some weird type of
enemy MILITUFORCE death siege just for passing through it like
driving literally into a mine field during a war, but rather, and to
use accepted Biblical reasoning from the great religion of
Christianity; it first is something that is happening on a higher
plane of existence that then goes onto filter down onto the human
plane of physical caporial life where there seems to be these
NO-NO-GO AREAS that I learn to avoid, OR ELSE. But it of course
bigger than just this. It is naut just areas but things spoken,
things attempted, and so forth, with the one absolutely biggest super
HUUUUUUUUUGE thing, MY MUSIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THISSSSSSSSS will be
further explored in greater elucidated detail as we keep moving this
Morianity along and into the part I now have recently labeled as
MORIANITY 101-B!
The
ESS is not some made up fiction, nor is it the fantastic delusions of
a crazy person.
Naturally, THEY, the ESS, will keep doing whatever it takes to make
people believe that this is just made up insane delusions of a Jersey
crackpot. They have absolute motive and reason for carrying out that
whittle mission, peeps, right? Tell
me I am wrong somebody, and convince me, and I will STOP
THESE BLOGS.
Put up a comment and say that this is not true, BUTTTTTTTT,
you need to then go on and tell me why. If you convince me, YOU HAVE
THE POWER TO SHUT UP THE BIGGEST MOTOR MONSTER MOUTH ON THE DAMN
INTERNET, THE MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm
lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'!
(Did
I say quite a groupation?)
The
EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND
SOCIETY
is as some know by now, quite
a group.
It explains all of the mysteries of everything, from Christ's death
and resurrection, aliens and UFO's, and the whole scene there,
psychics, and why things work for them sometimes and not others, why
the entire world goes the way it does, why times change, and weird
things happen that we all know just cannot be properly explained in
any rational way, and
on and on and on we can go here, and you all know it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why do they do things like create the exceptional school that I went
to. Why do they do the things like my teacher Misses
Marola, insisting that I perform in that Memorial Day of 1969 school
play,
and zillions of similar items that while happening, seem totally
innocent enough, but when looking back in hindsight, we
all know that SOMETHING IS INDEED GOING ON BEHIND THESE MIGHTY
POWERFUL OZ-CURTAINS, YO!!!!!!!!
Well, there are powerful secret things, and many of them, I have
indeed come to know and understand quite well; such as the “Farm
outside of Haddonfield, New Jersey”
or the (Robin
Hill Apartment Complex)
as it truly came to be in a near future decade. There are items that
do not ever seem to be of any consequence, while others both large
and small, that definitely do. Everything is all part of something
that we can think of as a late night Astral-Plane game show. The
reason that humans enjoy games, is because it is inside of our very
beingness, our damn DNA for crissake. This code is not a human thing
all isolated by itself. The nuclear world eventually creates the
element called CARBON, leading to us human beings. However, it is not
some random deal even though it appears to be in life's incredible
illusion. In the great awesome Purgatory, we exist, we don't live as
in order to live, we need a time dimension and a space dimension. Now
Jesus speaks of drinking wine in lovely mansions in 'Heaven' with His
Father. This is more real than anything here while we are 'awake and
alive'. Here physically, we first need time and space so that our
interactions can all be created in tandem with this commingled
reality. On the Astral-Plane (Purgatory), the interactions are what
is truly real, and the space and time that appears to be a part of
them are pure illusion, although, when interacting, it seems more
real and alive than a thousand of our lives physically here and
awake. In this incredible existence, we have incredible 'lives' as
our truer larger beingness or entity persona. But with all of that,
there is the horror that is inescapable, and that is the endlessness
of it all. Nothing can begin or end, in a timeless existence. No
interaction is ever happening before or ahead of any other one
either. To compensate for endlessness, the coils and the coins,
(Astral-Gods) have figured out that games are the only way to
distract ourselves from the nightmare of endlessness. These same
games there carry down into the nuclear universe that the
'Purgatites' create through a sort of program. We perceive this as
the nuclear mechanics of how things go from singularity, out to the
Plank-Time level, and then big bang out into the nuke worlds where
star-nursery systems form by way of nuke-rules. From there, as
stated, eventually along comes CARBON, and then a while down the line
from there, along comes the clay beings where the Purgatites can
dream out and away, through and into, us. WE are really THEM. Still,
it is about a million to the millionth power times more complex than
this silly whittle blog could ever even hope to accurately begin
discussing here. The
ESS are the GODS,
or the COINS
and the COILS.
Coins and coils are a totally different species than the
Astral-Entity human entity Dream-Downs or 'dreamoffs'. The AAT-VAN
DANIKEN Society believe things slightly similarly to what Morianity
teaches, but they are unable to make the still needed leap into
seeing some of the powerful truths. The
reason that 'they' don't want to entertain my Morianity, is no
different at all from those who oppose and refute the teachings of
the AAT and the UFO-Aliens deal.
The
ESS does not want everyone to know about certain truths. Truths are
what eventually liberate people on the Earth-Planet from this cosmic
or better called, Astral-Game of the Coils and Coins.
Unlike the teachings and mythological writings of ancient Greeks and
others, regarding how these gods and goddesses eat their children and
devour them up, such as the great god named Zeus, who by the way is
the grandfather of Diana Z. Arteemis; I remember my existence in
Purgatory, and I can promise you that they don't eat and swallow up
anything. However, they do try to rob each other of energy and power.
I am pretty sure that I told how I was with Diana and her mom, in
Purgatory, and she was playing a tennis game at her family courts in
Olympia Proper, and in the middle of the game during a break, she
came inside this beyond lovely huge dining room area where Goddess
Leda and I were seated at this beyond gargantuan sized banquet type
of table, and Diana sat down. Diana plays regular tennis games and is
the greatest tennis player, not only in the area proper, but the
entire Province Olympia which if measured in a human perception in
mileage, would be about twelve percent the size of our great Milky
Way Galaxy, here on the mortal world or physical-plane of awake
existence and life as we know it as human beings. As far away as a
dozen provinces totally surrounding us in all three six directions of
north, south, woust, east, west, and nest; she is considered
unbeatable and the absolute greatest tennis player. We on the
Earth-Planet were shown a similar version of the Astral-Plane
(Purgatory) game, several centuries back in Europe, and this is where
out tennis sport came from. But all sports come from the Purgatory,
as a way to distract our attention away from the miseries of
endlessness. But back to my point on Coils and Coins, these entities
do not eat each other, or anyone else for that matter. But they do
steal energy from other similar entities. If they need to replenish
energy after so much interaction depletes them to a level where they
feel this need, they come up to a smaller and unsuspecting entity and
grab it, and then as I believe I told this story before, here is what
I witnessed in Purgatory, when Diana needed to replenish herself for
the second half of the tennis game that she was playing. Leda, her
mom was holding a small coil that was beautiful and colorful. It was
bright and filled with illuminated color beyond anything ever seen on
the Earth-Planet by any of us, thirty times over or more. A loud
buzzing and humming and clicking sound is heard by these Gods and
Goddesses in their true form, the Coins and the Coils. Diana is a
giant lovely COIL. She is 33 feet high, and if she were to be
anywhere around any of us, we and up to a thousand miles around us
would immediately liquidate and evaporate into invisible mist. She is
beyond powerful, and yes, beyond beautiful. But coils and coins take
human forms in Purgatory, so that they can interact with the majority
of Purgatites. About 85% of entities are non-Gods and non-Goddesses.
15% or so, are what loses energy after enough interaction, and then
dream down into a perfectly timed nuke-program of carbon clay beings,
and we become alive and we animate the otherwise lifeless clay
bodies. Now am I claiming that all of the gods and goddesses of the
Purgatory, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY? When they eventually
dreamoff of the Astral-Plane (Purgatory), do they travel around and
do all these things? Let me just say this. I am a mortal, and if I
were a COIN/COIL, I would know this for sure. Do I believe this to
the very best of my knowledge, to be a 100% true fact, you may be
asking the Mountainpen? Well, I am not getting married, but let me
answer you all anyway, with this: “I DO”. But what is the really
big secret here? Well, I have been in love with the Lightning
Goddess Diana
for all eternity. She and I will always be together, and She
knows this,
as
do I.
But people in her great GODS-FAMILY
have dreamed down here as
the ESS,
and have done a lot of things to me, because I dare to love her so
much. Now her parents have given me their blessing, Zeus and Leda.
BUTTTTTTTT,
their our cousins, the great KRASSLE BRANCH of the ARTEEMIS clan, who
do not mean me a whole damn ass lot of good.
Do I believe that all of the injustices done to me, and that keep
being done to me; are some organized plot by the KRASSLE'S?
You
bet I do.
Also, I know for a fact that Mister
and Misses Krassle, Neptunejupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious
Krassle and his wife Marina Palamalay Krassle,
hate
my 'DAMN' guts with an Italian passion.
Are the Atlantic City people, and those from my school, and those all
around me all of my life, nabes, coworkers, people stopping me from
doing every damn fucking thing that I have ever tried to do in this
human damn ass life; all
part of this organized scum against me,
the ESS, the whole damn nine ugly yards and 27 ugly feet, the entire
324 inches???? YOU
CAN TAKE IT TO THE DAMN BANK THAT I BELIEVE ALL OF THIS HORRIBLE
SHIT, my kind folks!
If I were to even try going further right now today on this blog,
into major details that would show patterns of this hell on and
against me from the ESS all of my entire freaking human life, I would
begin a project outline that I'd not be able to finish for months,
and they would find me here typing away, dead from not drinking a
drop of liquid for 75 hours, the human death maximum average, if
memory correctly serves me here lads and
lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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SSJKK;
I know that U came 2 me as Giant Sharon
in early August of 1998, and I blew it
like a stupid scared little wuss that I am,
can U ever forgive your special doggie, 'THAT
BOY', Zeranniss
Yancy??????????????
So
go to http://www.morianity-foundation.com/
and know the truths
that the MILLIONTH COUNCIL IS
COVERING UP. This brings date and
time file 00000IX to an end. END
TRANSMISSION, but NAUT of this blog, yo!!!!
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2:06
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Because
now yo, we are up in the future on the 10th
fucking cunt day in December of the year of two thousand and
nineteen, and I'll try naut to clear my throat while pronouncing the
year and get the Welcare peeps all mixed up into thinking that I
don't know where I am in
GODS
CALENDAR OF TIME,
due to being stuck now in this fucking miserable world of algorithms
and artificial intelligence of the non-American Idols kind of all
great AI shit everywhere!!!!!!!
Because
now yo, we are up in the future on the 10th
fucking cunt day in December of the year of two thousand and
nineteen, and I'll try naut to clear my throat while pronouncing the
year and get the Welcare peeps all mixed up into thinking that I
don't know where I am in
GODS
CALENDAR OF TIME,
due to being stuck now in this fucking miserable world of algorithms
and artificial intelligence of the non-American Idols kind of all
great AI shit everywhere!!!!!!!
'BOM'
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WELCOME
TO THE NIGHTMARES OF CLYDE LINTON KLINE. David
Roth; if he had not been murdered by
Mister Schau from Northeast Drake Towers Philly, Pennsylvania,
for the life insurance money; would also add a few cute and clever
words into this mix. He would add, also, to the world of LIGHTNING
GODDESSES, BOTBARS, AND JITBAGS, very fitting, very apropos,
and quite bold and audacious as well. On this partly cloudy night,
just a bit shy of sunset, here in hot Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG;
let me tell the world and any loyal Morians some real powerful stuff
that is going to be difficult to argue with me on, all though so many
will of course, endlessly try, since the HUNTINGTON-KLINE CURSE is
always in full effect, and is totally responsible for all of these
situations that thereby will endlessly lay far out beyond my control,
or the heart of rock and roll copyrighted Clyde, keeping things in
the new fashion, and bringing me to this powerful next paragraph,
that proves me right, MISSES MAROLA OF 1969, and all the rest of you
endlessly wrong. Oh the days of Misses Stroemeyer above me, blaring
out her opera records at all hours of the night, only my poor mom had
to listen, as my bedroom faced the corner leaving an entire room
in-between me and this loud loveliness, back in 1967, oh yes sir,
“the next time you come over here, PATTERSON,
I'LL BE DEAD”, not exactly PC in this century, but then,
that was that century, and even better still, THAT-BOY did not have
to witness this horror show, dear sweet departed darling mommy,
YO!!!!!!!! And then along came 300 years, and WORLD LABS, gee, golly
gash, darn federal men of 1988, and 1966 who thanks to my wonderful
old fart father, sorry Frank asshole Lombardo, for my lack of family
respect, duh, but oh the wanderlust called him
long before it ever called you, oh great disco diva of
yesteryear!!!!!!!!!!!!
Only
a few will understand all of this, and that is all fine and well, as
I will be shortly packing up, and leaving for Mexico. No one believed
my blogs in the autumn of 2008 when I said I am doing a Harry Callas
Home Run from New Jersey, and I really do not care in the slightest,
who believes or refuses to believe me now. One thing I have learned,
is that when no feelings are involved whatsoever, no problem.
Striking a bad tooth without the proper application of Novocain
however, and a child can see the knee-jerk reactions that life has
always demonstrated. This is why this great Queen of Dance of the pre
1980 circa, felt the need to do that project with that name, it also
is why I get yelled at so often, by so many peeps. In addition, it
leads me to realize that Paula and McKinnon may have issues with me,
as my daughter remains either one of two things, mysteriously silent
or very complementary. When, as my mother always said since I was
knee high to a turtle, despite the 'LAW AND ORDER' dribble that is
heard on television, a person feels badly, the normal reaction is
attack. This tells me that some other peeps or force, put Tom Reale
up to doing that dastardly deed to me, back in 1970, and all the
other things that I simply will not bother to talk on and on about
and waste your time and my time, folks.
THIS
WAS A PIP, MISTER BILLY TTZ MUMMY. SO WHO'S YOUR BEST BUDDY, KLUGMAN
ODD OR ME, YO?
I
knew if I said anything about MOVER-BARRY,
he would vanish, and so he did. Ten days ago I dropped him off after
work, at the local K-Mart, boom, no more Barry. I know this is
all true, and I know who all of you great KENNEDY'S are, and so do
the few true MOVERS. Still, MOVERS are not
necessarily hyperspace travelers. Stop thinking that anyone
needs a physical vehicle. Hyperspace is traveled through with the 6th
dimensional mind that has been signaled into us here in 3 dimensions
of this waking life. Once, someone learns how to wake up inside of a
dream, as they perceive a dream, and then be able instead of watching
the movie through a doppelganger perspective, but actually begin to
be able to take over and control your doppelganger, and beyond this,
other things around you, living and even non-living, well, some of
you get the picture of what I've been dealing with. It is quite
intricate, and so are some lovely peeps I have been so blessed to
have come into my wonderful life, JS. Every time I ever doubt
something, I do the unthinkable, I ask this great wonderful kitty cat
friend of mine, who I have known for such a long eternity now. He
meow's, and mathematically provides the answer to anything I ever
need to know.
A
year ago tomorrow, I said some cool shit on my blog. Hay Billy Mummy,
just call me a Hershey's Twilight Zone PIP today, YO DOG!
FEBRUARY
11, 2014,
TUESDAY
AFTERNOON AT 2:22,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 77 DEGREES FNHT.
I
want to talk about many of the things that I used to discuss while
alone in various residences, or driving my vehicle some place, back
in the nineties, and the days of Ron Wirtz Senior, ADA, in the Camden
County Prosecutor's Office, of Camden City, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG,
who I met on the afternoon of 5 December, 1989. This day to me was
last week; and is as clear as a church bell, that is ringing out out
loudly, over a crisp early breezy autumn day, and carrying its sound
for many miles; over lovely terrains of area, such as those
surrounding the great English city of London, England. No, I do not
tend to forget many things no matter how long the time in-between
present focus and those past events, may be, unless of course, I have
been part of in some way, what the Bluebook Truth Patriots have come
to call, ''forcefully made a part of the abduction syndrome''. In
truth, no one is physically abducted to anywhere and from anywhere,
just as time and hyperspace travel will never be accomplished without
using the greatest system and the only system for doing this, MIND,
and of course the great wise Chinese folks already totally knew these
things, a few thousand years ago, and even taught Jesus Carpenter a
lot of this great ancient wisdom.
Yes,
I would decide to try and analyze stuff, a loud, and onto tape,
caught by my life journal so that I could re-listen at later times to
my ideas and theories as well as reported events that happened in
real time while doing this; and then adding to this already vast
storehouse of information, new ideas that the older journals and
words, would bring new, into my mind. All historians and philosophers
alike will tell us, that history can be defined as all records and
knowledge of various trust worthy sources, as best as can be hoped
for, that go back to where they begin and end at the present focus in
time. Only when humankind develops a full knowledge as well as
respect, for the truths of our fifth dimensional hyperspace existence
as a society of existing physical beings on this planet called the
Earth, can we begin to see how even if the most trusted records could
accurately depict and display the past to us in the present, this is
merely a space-time-mind or STM present 5th-D focus. In 3-D, it would
be fully correct. In 5-D, as hyperspace branches out in what someday
is measured on 'AFTSA' Scales, displays begin to show all around the
original 3-D past-view, and begin showing surrounding circles of
varying parallel universes. When someone does not follow in
regular-time, in the way the speed and direction of normal flow takes
the whole, they begin to first move in the higher fifth dimension
beneath the still higher MIND REALM or the sixth dimension that
creates all of the space-time parallel universes of the fifth. This
and only this; will then begin the movement, out of regular time, on
the still lower, fourth dimension. This is why the time travel
paradox is old news, yesterday's viewpoint and theoretical science or
junk science, as in truth, there is always much more to anything that
human beings begin playing with and thinking about, and this will
always be the case. In the future in many parallel worlds that I have
dreamed into and now remember, it is called the DHKB. This stands for
Double Horizon Knowledge Barrier. Picture it like this. When you are
5 years old in a sand box, well, some of you; you thought you were
king of the sand box and knew it all. When you hit sixth grade you
thought back to that day in the sandbox and laughed quietly at your
buttwipe self, as now you really know it all, no doubt about it. Then
this same laugh reoccurs around age 17 or so, then again at maybe 22,
27, 35, and it will go on like this as long as you live and your
brain is healthy enough to think rationally and see that you will
only know one huge thing while physically here in hyperspace, for
absolute certain. This being, that no matter how much you learn, all
it really is doing is showing you just how much more there really and
truly is still out there to know and learn. It is like holding two
pieces of three by six inch pad paper in your hands and separating
them by say about six inches. The sheet closest to you is
representative of all that you know and understand about your outer
surroundings beyond the ''you'' inside of your shell body. Then
sheet of paper 6 inches away is now a little later in this
representation, where you feel and think that you know so very much
more than you did back at sheet one. But as these two sheets go onto
display this double horizon knowledge barrier, you must see it more
like, as you progress forward, the closest sheet is slowly moving
towards the farther away sheet. The problem is that for every inch
that the closer sheet moves, the farther away sheet will always and
forever move an inch and a half further away. This allows you to
pictorially visualize this truth much more accurately. It shows
anyone willing to see this, and even more, to do this with two sheets
of paper, that the more you know, the more you will know that you
don't know. Said in a way less depressing that would appease lovely
Twinbay-0809 perhaps, and keep me more of a glass half full kind of a
guy, in her opinion; look at it as the more we become aware of, the
more we realize just how much totally is yet to be discovered. It is
a game of catch up however that cannot ever be won, while living as
humans in fifth dimensional hyperspace, Mister Freeman, sir!
So
here I am keeping these journals on cassette tapes, beginning on
February 1, 1983, calling it PHONE PROGRAM 1 and 2 on the A and the B
sides of the tape. Within about 2 to 3 years somewhere down further
along, I changed this to Journal Tape number instead of Phone Program
number, even though I kept tapes in the telephone system as well as
in the out of phone recorder for use in my residences on portable
tape recorders, as well as in my vehicle, on an attached by rope to
the handle, a car tape recorder. I had my entire life bugged up like
the Kennedy/Nixon/Syndrome, as I'll refer to this as. This as you
all know is how I got that realtor to repeat what he had spoken
previously to me in his office, when he was in my vehicle and we were
going to that property together, that I was being stopped from
selling, until the magic date that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE wanted it to
be sold on, and that was 8-8-88, yes, August eighth in
nineteen-eighty-eight, and this is a day I will not forget in the
next eighty eight thousand years, I promise you that,
WOMIL-2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! May the forces reign and rule, oh
wonderful Pedigree dogs!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In
closing out, a year ago, I also made this whittle non typo-shittle
statement, that again, I'll PIP into this blog.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
As
my journal grew bigger and bigger, and for all I know is now in the
hands of the Federal Bureau of investigation, many things were
happening, that totally dwarfed these tiny recent PCM's, Eminence
Benedict sir; and all anyone has to do that has power and clout that
is reading my private journals that I must keep safe through either
copyrighting it all, blogging it all, and hopefully very shortly,
BOTH, but all they have to do is get together and sit down with open
minds, the Vatican and the powerful American government, and you will
see that I have been responsible not only for the BLUEBOOK, but for
its ending at an exact date in ''3-D-history'', Morgan sir; and if I
keep saying too much, I will not be a ''free man'' like you are; but
yes; they know my life story is real and that my words all prove this
to be a true accurate account of reality. At the precise point in
history, where Sarah came to me in a dream by old fashion ways of
seeing all of this, and took my chain away from me and then it was
really gone after I woke up, this is the exact moment in time, when
Project Bluebook terminated, and the United States Air-force
said, NO MORE. It ain't saucers and
aliens they are covering up, my friends. It is the powers that
created all of them, along with lots of other really far out freaking
stuff, including RANDOMIZATION.
But don't believe me. That's on all of you, my friends!
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