THE TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB,

CHAPTER 9

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

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4:33 ANTE' MERIDIAN

MONDAY MORNING

10 FEBRUARY, 2020

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

The continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

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Yessir Ron Wirtz Senior, ADA of Camden County New Jersey in the nineteen-nineties; “THEY HAVE BUDDIES”, not just in the military, but in banking and financial circles that stretch way out past Wall Street and Manhattan in general, but with tentacles that go for thousands of miles, yo BRRRR!!!!!!!! Some 'DAMN' things we never forget BRAH, and that for me is absolutely one of them. I first met this dude the day after me' birthday while living at 1102 Robin Hill Apartments. His sidekick who you could relate to as either Jamie Ross, Serena Sutherland, Abbey Carmichael, Claire Kincaid, Connie Rubarosa, and other such “Law & Order” television characters, in real life; was a young gal named ADA Donna Spinosi, who treated Dave Roth and me like total crap. But unlike her, Sir Ron Wirtz Senior did work with us for some time, and he did manage to fit us into his very busy schedule of numerous law enforcement duties, relating to the Office of the District Attorney of Camden County, New Jersey. Don't ever think that there aren't zillions of other things to this story, and that I won't be telling it all as time keeps going by. Also don't think that I am some dumb ass retard who is too stupid to know when to capitalize words. Me' HACKERS are on me day and night, and I simply don't have the damn time to catch all of the times where these pricks use their SMALLS-KEY-HACK on poor little ol' me, yo!!!!!

When I was in that HELLISH QUEST TO LOCATE TEEN-QUEEN SARAH KRASSLE MODE back in the middle nineteen-nineties; I was doing what all great detectives and 'LEO' peeps do. Lotsanlots of fucking LEGWORK, talking to lots of people, the whole sticking the nose in lots of peeps bizz 101 deal, and making a major fucking pest of me'self, yo. I tried to talk to a whole lot of people in the Atlantic City area all the way down to the southern neighboring shores of wealthy Longport, NJUSAESMWG. I spoke to Robert Rufalo the antique dealer, I tried to speak to the dad of a famous shock-jock, I tried to talk to bizz owners and tavern owners, including Robert McGuire, and I attempted to speak to a resident who lived in the magical dreamworld building of green and white, that round building at the northeast corner of Atlantic City at the old Captain Starns Inlet, and now of course called the TRUMP Marina!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I left a dozen messages to 'PLEASE CALL ME', and the mother fuckers were too stuck up to talk one damn lousy minute to a poor lovesick person going out of his mother fucking mind with agony and QUINTESSENTIAL HELL, by its very definition meaning of SEPARATION FROM ALMIGHTY GODDESS (GOD), as in the realm of energy, there is no male or female or mother or father, and whether Christians hate this truth or NAUT Mizz Blake from AT&T, “that's just REALITY SON”! Still folks, the name of those asshole pricks who refused to so much as ever return my messages and pleas for a call back, was 'GIVENS', and they attended the Atlantic City High School that is quite famous, or was, before the new age modern one was built just west of the Rufalo cousin's great automobile dealership by that GREAT PIPE! Thanks to those rotten pricks the Givens's, and other horrible people like McGuire, and still others as well; I was never given one bit of help in my feeble pathetic pitiful attempts to find my long lost teen queen, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, who WAS HERE on Tennessee Avenue just as SARAH in the middle through the late nineteen-sixties, and then POOF, just vanished out of sight, out of mind, and OUT OF ANY HUMAN BEING'S MEMORY, except MINE!!!!!!!!!!! For such an incredible super girl goddess to not even be remembered by a single fucking soul when she was there for half a decade and was part of a small store on that street; is just not possible, unless as I suspected all along, she really truly and verily WAS THE GREAT GODDESS MIDDIE, SSJKK, ALMIGHTY JEHOVAH, OWNER OF THE METAVERSE OR THE SIMULATIONOGRAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So when I say THANX-2-GIVENS, I mean just that, THANKS A LOT, GIVENS SCUMBALLS! This is no joke, and it never was a joke, any more than those horrible fucking long Island frightening stairs where everyone was being chased around in that wild horrible repressed memory that worked its way into my conscious memory through inconceivable nightmares in the year of 2008, more than eleven years ago now, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo me' BRAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So with this comes the need for gargantuan and incredible courage. Dave Roth said it all, “Mark, you have opened up a hornets nest in Atlantic City”. This was what he said quite a few times to me back in the year of 1997 yo!

So KABOOM, Mister Clancy!!!!!!!!!!! Mister David Leigh Smith, back in the autumn of 1970, at Haddonfield, New Jersey, in the Cooley Hall; Sir ROTTENBERRY ROCKDROID LURCH, PROGRAMMING OVERRIDER, SIR!!!!!!!!!!

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AND LADIES AND GENTLEMEN; IT IS DEFINITELY NAUT:

AUGUST 11, 2014,

MONDAY MORNING AT 4:00,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 73 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY-75%, IT FEELS 88 STIFLING DEGREES

AND A SUPER MOON IS OUTSIDE WATCHING OVER ME

I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING DIANA, YOU GREAT

MOON GODDESS, AND MY ETERNAL LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THERE WAS A GORGEOUS MOON OUT 2-NITE!!!

I mother fucking challenge anybody alive on this Earth-planet to go through my 14+ year Morianity blog project from the beginning, and tell me that 1,000 damn Albert Einstein's could make up such a tale, or if you'd prefer, 500 of him and 500 James Patterson's, yo!!!!!!!!!!! It just couldn't be done by any flesh and blood, and YOU ALL KNOW THAT, and I know that you all do!!!!!! So am I naut flesh and blood, or am I and thus am telling a completely true tale from absolute HELL? You will all be my goddamn judge, one way or another, eventually!!!!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

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I mean, to quote Queen Katy and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”! So I now say to this evil rotten wicked world in all parallel realities:

'YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND ALSO,

MY VELY BEST TO THE NATIONAL AIRSPACE SYSTEM AERIAL REGULATIONS, AND YOUR FAA-TC-UNCLE FROM POMONA, N.J., AND A BIG-ASS WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'. SOOOOOOOOOO, AC,

VIVA MORIANITY!

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YES BEAUTIFUL 'PATTY HHH', THIS HACKING IS MAKING ME WANT TO BURN WITH FIRE, LOVELY QUEEN OF THE WICCAN LANDS, AND BLUE CANDLES AT THE J-CEM!!!!!!!!!! Oh well gorgeous Mizz Irene Cara, at least they're NAUT damn 'FLASHDANCE MEMORIES' of so many wild 'BULLISH DJIA ICPE-APE-TECH' other great and unfathomable skating rinks!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

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Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Mohr demo tunes.

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1981

WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!

THIS IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!

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Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

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1983

THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.

THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE

Misses Marola to my right and Misses Marcucci to my left. I know it is not them because they would be much older. Still Father Priest of the great movie called, “The Seventh Sign” from 1988, starring Demi Moore; “The resemblance is remarkable”!!! I look at the photo, and I can absolutely believe these two great women were sitting in the teachers lounge at the Cooley Hall, in Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG, and reminiscing about the day, and the asshole crazy kids that needed to be supervised from 9-3 on weekdays, OF WHICH I WAS ONE OF THEM, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!! Mortimer Mortino the Hebrew ANGEL of DEATH is really mother squatting annoying me to death, with endless passerby's, yo! I know some others can hear him too, and I heard this phenomenon discussed on a local Philadelphia news broadcast from the year of 1981, or there about somewhere. I NEVER EVER FORGET ANYTHING, BRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!

Scumbag B.H. HACKERS disabled my Spell-checker program again. I will need to reboot. I have, and I am back, HA-HA-HA!!!!!

Those miserable neighbors across from me are SUBLETING to their friends and family, ILLEGALLY of course; and this is when shit gets bad and noisy over there with those ILLEGAL COUSINS, when they sublet to these persons in their circle. Today was quiet, but the fucking assholes above me took their place, moving all kinds of dirt bag heavy shit around, up on my damn ceiling late yesterday afternoon & into the damn ass evening. If it ain't one of these three dirt bag shits, then IPY folks, it simply is the other one or the other ones. I cannot wait to make my mother sucking 'exit' out of here; oh Sir Matrix Operator!!!!!!!!!! Crissake yo!!!!!!!!!!!

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

Hackers really piss me off, as do thieves. Hey yo, look at the BEEGEE MUSIC PEEPS in the summer of 1980, for a great whittle thievery example. The song they stole from me, and helped lead to my ultimate demise, earning me a groupation of “very disgruntled powerful people”, according to future realtor Mister Scott Ransom eight years out in the future in 1988; was titled by them, the artists called Marcy Levy and Robin Gibb, of the globally famous GIBB BROTHERS in those days and times, “HELP ME”, and I have been shouting out now since those days came and went, for indeed, some mother fucker somewhere to believe my tale and woe, and HELP-ME for crying out loud! Tell me that this is NAUT quintessential fucking synchronicity, and I'll tell you that your elevator is most definitely missing the top twenty percent of the floors of your building. Come on Margie from '85, willya gimme' a fucking bwake here for crissake???

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Between the [BEEGEE's] and me; there is a little joke that we understand so 'perfectly' well and 'together', and perhaps two others may as well, the ex-Jersey-Guv, and my kid! MEEEEEEEE.

MEEEEEEEE.

SOOOOOOOOOOOOO Sir Arthur Crane, just what then is this 'JRSS' all really and truly about? Well, it is a subatomic mathematical groupation of endlessly agreeing as well as disagreeing numbers, sort of along the very same lines that some numbers can perfectly go into other ones when we apply simple division such as 4 goes into 16 four times and a zillion other such things, but then there are also zillions of things that don't, such as 4 does not go into 27, nor does 8 go into 193. When things agree in this same manner on a miniscule level where all things larger are just build like a kids toy blocks where they can go and build entire towns should their parents buy them a sufficient amount of playing blocks for them to do so. Ask any Quantum Physicist at any top Ivy-League University if what I say now is not the truth, surreal as it may sound to any of you out here. If we could interact on this level, we would realize that everything and anything, from our machines to our bodies, to even our shit in the toilet, is made up of incredibly mind blowing complex super miniaturized machines. That real true world of energy is where everything in our human world, ALL IS COMING FROM, and this is an unchangeable truth forever and ever, no matter who out here likes it or hates it. It is just reality, Mister Snyder, sir! And the reason it is reality, I know because I used an incredible tool shown to me by my mom's office coworker a long time ago, the lovely Patricia Hollister, and we all know this is called, the “FASCITAR”. You won't believe it, but I will tell you this right now. Everyone of us creates a dreamoff from their true Astral existence in Purgatory. This here, our human lives, are these dream-offs. But we do not come to some physical place and all interact together. We bring ourselves literally into a world with a created past and a created everyone else, and they are only as real as we make them until we no longer have our dreams, and we physically die, and the dream ends, and that's that, Mister Esolph. We all are on the Astral-Plane, and there is no after life, before life, or eternity past and eternity future, and there is but one Astral-Plane, and every galaxy here in this physical dream-world has one gateway large enough to bring us here, and accept us back again to where we truly are. This entire truth took me thirty years to realize, and I had help from Coins and Coils as well as many strange supernatural beings and entities right here within my own dream, as Mark Mohr. This is powerful awesome truth that most likely made it here when SSJKK came here as Jesus the Christ, and told his closest peeps everything, but the Catholic Church and their Canonization Laws kept a large percentage of these truths out of the record books, but nothing is ever lost, even here in physical, caporial, and material life. Naturally, the MILITUFORCE is pouring it on with numerous major fucking cunt SPACE-BAR-HACKS, WORD-DISAPPEARING-HACKS, and other dogshit, since I am telling and yelling out so many unfathomable major ass secrets here on this whittle bwog, yo BRAHHHHHHH!

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Some cool links to early MORIANITY that really connects some damn dots:

SOME PREVIOUS POSTS FROM NEARLY 14 YEARS EARLER in 2006

Many times on many blogs, I discussed units of misery given me by my enemies, the MILITUFORCE. I also mentioned how I was discussing this somewhere around the summer time in 1997 with the Assistant to Congressman Robert Andrews, a Mister Clarence Harris, near his home in Sicklerville in Jersey, USA, at a local play area and hoops court. He was the one who brought up this wild and weird topic and was telling me that he could always escape serious problems that he was having by moving, but that they were always replaced with totally new ones that caused him just as much pain and misery and that there appeared to almost be an intelligence working behind this mysterious groupation of OZ-CURTAINS. This is when I blew his MARCUCCI-MIND, by telling him that I knew precisely what he was referring to here and had the very same thing as well always going down around me as early as I could remember being here in present persona. Speaking of 'mathematical formulas and life-reflecting truth through powerful mathematical equations meticulously kept; I had an entire book of graphs and charts on just this very thing. I had come to learn that what I called and named, “MISERY-UNITS” was anything but made up fictional delusion, and that it could be absolutely accurately measured. There most fucking cunt definitely IS an INTELLIGENT FAWCE that literally BRINGS HORRIBLE DAMN MISERY to certain people, me being one of them, and I think it was happening with Sir Clarence Harris as well. But there is a little more to this. Despite the illustrious and mighty Mister Pedersen, me' ol' X-bizz-partner in that stupid ass mickey mouse record company called STUDIO PARK RECORDS, who told me several times quite damn imfatically that I was always too deep and did not seem to know how to keep things on more of a surface level; this is indeed deep and cannot be kept there. To know with total full assurance that indeed some invisible covert intellect wants to keep certain people down and oppressed from fucking ass womb to tomb, and does this by employing units of misery, is no surface kept deal. This force and intelligence has a motive and purpose and agenda and is more insistent and tenacious about doing it than any ten quintessentially tenacious people all put together ever were. But my real major point here is that this same force or spiritual groupation of dark and evil entities referenced in numerous ways biblically; DOESN'T CARE ONE TEENY TINY MOTHER FUCKING IOTA how the misery is actually delivered, ONLY THAT IT IS GIVEN and given absolutely FAITHFULLY and RELIGIOUSLY, using that last term quite literally as well as just goddamn figuratively, yo! The MILITUFORCE is using that mother fucking major ANNOYING (SPACE-BAR-HACK) like it is going out of fucking dirtbag style a week from today, me' BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

The dreams (hyperspace interactions) I am having recently are off the wall weird and horrendous. Last night I was being drilled and pumped for financial information CAREFULLY by the BRIGGBASE OPERATIONS on this mortal world, AKA the MILITUFORCE! Folks, you are being fucking interrogated when you find yourself spilling out your guts about countless things in your life, (WHILE DREAMING) to peeps you do not know at all in waking experience; and this phenomenon is not known about except by the highest level black file agency ops luike NSA and CIA and other even more underground and dark and unknown alphabet soup of our shadow government. This is not crazy shit, and I also know that those out here who do have significant memory of their dreams, get this, because we all get drilled by these want-to-know scum bags from alternate reality locales, yo!!!!!!!!! IPYT everyone! Like WOW.

Now let's talk a while about the great and mysterious COOLEY HALL, that I entered at the very same time that I had that wild experience on that NJ-PATCO-TRAIN where I knew that, “This is where it all begins”, AGAIN, as I have been looping around in this nightmare for nearly ten millennia of combined time”, and I also remembered the hellishness of it so vividly that I enter each time it starts fresh again, into what I name, “MY BITTER STAGE”, and with EVERY FUCKING GOOD REASON for doing so; yo BROADCASTED BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It began with this paragraph, so let me paste it in for a quick reminder, and then we will proceed onward a bit. On my original New Jersey blogs from 2006 through 2009, I talked a lot about my time in school and my education and all the weird crap surrounding it. Paul Simon the Recording Artist said it all, in his great 1973 hit song, 'Chrodochrome'. When either one of us thinks back on all this high school crap, to quote his fantastic song lyrics verbatim yo, “It's a wonder that we can think at all”. Still, I told many things including how right after I left the COOLEY HALL, the entire Philadelphia news media and television crews seemed to descend on the place, and were talking to lots of my classmates that were of course still there, after I had left in the end of January in 1973!!!!!!!!! I told all about one of my head shrinkers at the COOLEY HALL, Doctor Garrigan, who when I first met him had not yet received his doctorate degree, and thus I knew him in the beginning as just Mister Garrigan. Then there was the fellow after he had moved onward and upward, and left the great HALL, Mister Merker Songwriter. I speak of the great and non-OZ powerful, Mister Eckstein. He is the man who decades later on in my mid life, and in my mid life crisis days with SARAH, may I add; and yes Mike Soft, mayonnaise and butterflies and butter-cheese, and a BIG ASS BUTT and but, he was instrumental in my being able to get on my Social Security Disability bennies so easily, and passing through it the very first time along with my telling one of the shrinks that I had to see, before being placed onto disability in the autumn of 1994; all about the great WORLD LABORATORIES, and many other Robin Hill destructive town secrets, tweeting robins, and so much damn ass more, yo BRO! Naturally I can only keep opening small little things here right now. Still, a necessary foundation is mandatory if I have even the remotest chance of ever successfully telling my entire tale, being believed by a few who may desire to help me in many things, and eventually obtain some global as well as LOCAL VINDICATION!!!!!!!!

I just killed a nasty ass fucking cock-roach!!!

What will I tell you about these great head doctors, Garrigan and Eckstein, that will truly tie so HUUUUUUUUUUUGELY into so many things told so far, in these now 14 years of this Morianity Project? Well, let's fucking begin at the beginning or as the great old tune would say it so well in their lyric title, let's begin the beguine. I think I have correctly used and spelled that, but who knows for crying out loud? Boy do I just adore these asshole door bangers!!!!!!!!!!!!! Forgive me' ol' sarcasm here, pweeeeeze folks out here. 'THANX', and yes; we will begin with why I call THANKSGIVING (Thanx-2-Givens), and we will do it right here and right now, oh lovely Loo Anita VB of the wonderful and fantastic L&O TV show!!!!

Every so often people; I retype and reiterate important urgent stuff; one being the mighty incredible Hollister-Fascitar information, in a condensed nutshell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sir Chester-Frank says it best and always will I suppose: “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!

''Holy damn fucking smokes''; latengrate Uncle Stuart Huntington Mason, from 1208 Greentree Lane, Narberth, Pennsylvania, Montgomery County; just a few miles away from where I was born, at the Bryn Mawr Hospital, on 4 December, 1954; at half past nine in the dam morning; just whassup, YO?

WHAT IS PATTY AND HER GREAT FASCITAR BULLSHIT REALLY ALL ABOUT, YOU SAY?

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

Here is the magical FASCITAR. What people don't get is just how powerful this shit really and truly is. If I tried to charge $1,000.00 to send these instructions to you, printed on super fancy U. S. mint type of paper and printed on some wild brew of ink; you would all say it was valuable. That is how fuckiGN stupid people of Planet Earth are. I am giving away the fuckiGN mint, and most everyone alive is saying, “screw you Mountainpen”! Well, I am still giving it away. Even the great Mizz Know-It-All from 1974 only knew part of this. The final part is never printed or wasn't, not in 1969 when new copies were retrieved from a lost Mayan culture from the stars, or some other crap the AAT Club might dream up. I already know there is only one world that counts, and anything else is a bunch of illusion and shit.

Lay down on a flat comfortable surface, and be sure it is dark and quiet. If you need to wear a blindfold and put ear-buds in with some white noise repeating looped sound track, do it. It is best to be unclothed, but 'whatever' to quote my old 1975 pal, Bob Andrews! Those living alone or in any situation where they can do this in a private room, dark and quiet, will receive the best and quickest successful results. But don't lose hope when it won't happen on your first try. I don't know one damn Tibetan Guru, who got it on their first try. You only need to actually DO two steps. The first part of the four things you need to do, as well as the fourth; merely need to be mastered by repetition. For those who know of and practiced stuff, such as what you'll find in Robert Monroe's great book on the subject of 'astral-projection', throw away all the shit you think you know about this topic, and merely begin all over again as though this is all totally new to you. His stuff may or may not work for various people, but I assure you that you will not be able to accomplish the results that the Fascitar will bring to you, once you master its unfathomable secret, and develop this quite outlandish skill.

STEP ONE OF FOUR:

You need to feel divinely blissful. In order to do this, while laying motionless in your dark quiet solitude; you must learn to daydream. Even people such as me, with rotten lives, can daydream. All of us no matter what, have something somewhere, that pretending this is surrounding you; would make you feel almost giddy and high, naturally of course. Don't confuse this with step-2, as things may appear similar, but they are not really. Each step needs to be done. You must follow this to an exact tee, no cheating, and no exceptions to the rule. So find something in your life that totally tops your number ten list for things you look back on and go, 'Oh shit was that mind bending cool and wonderful, squared'! Fixate on that thing that is a ten with a double bullet in your cap, and pretend it is all around you. When I did this, I used my times at the Atlantic City beaches in 1969, when Ziggy and I enjoyed swims, and talks together; and had a really cool time. This is not done over and over as the next step item I talk about needs to be done. This instead is done but once, but you keep doing it until you almost feel a tingling sensation, from the happy feelings pulsating throughout you. If you do this right, and wasn't born in prison or hell, and find the right thing in your life to remember; you will get that divine blissful feeling of ecstasy, and without using stupid sixty hippie drugs to get there. Once you reach the end of step-1, we move onto step two.

STEP TWO OF FOUR:

This is where you operate a two-part instruction system that may seem ridiculous and stupid. Following it precisely however; is key to your success in becoming a skilled user of Fascitar. Choose a person or place that you wish to visit. Yes, I told you this would seem to be a lot like step-1. It isn't. It needs to be followed very carefully. You need to do it ten times, so don't make the daydream real long with a million twists and turns, like in some James Bond thriller. Keep it reasonably simple. Visualize your spirit essence sort of oozing out of your body as if an elephant were to step on a very large tube of toothpaste. After this, and have your road map clear in your mind, begin your journey. Remember this must be run like a tape in your mind, and the precise number of ten repetitions is pivotal for making this work. When I used to do this after my mom brought home this wild information from her office, I would choose a person to visit and tell them to call me on the telephone. I did this with two people, and they both called me. This is real folks, not some parlor trick game. Don't mess with this unless you truly want to prove to yourself that life and death is a big hoax, and that your true self is not contained in your current physical housing or shell, (body). So whatever it might be, keep it about 30-90 seconds long, but concentrate hard, and don't mock this thing, because if you do it correctly, and take it seriously; you'll be in for the shock of your life that you don't need any fucking illegal drugs like LSD or any of it, to take mind bending trips outside of ordinary reality, and see the results even, should you wish to, as did I. Again I stress that you need to do this ten times, not 8, not 9, not 11, not 12, BUT TEN TMES! Once you reach the end of step-2, we move onto step three.

STEP THREE OF FOUR:

This also is a rote item, where you must do the following thing, exactly 6 TIMES. This is where you command your astral body, silently in your mind, to leave you in several hours, and go and do what you just imagined, whatever that may have been. You are totally free to change that up each time you practice this procedure, but you must stay with this exact 'trip' in each individual practice session. You are free to command your astral-body to leave you and go on that imagined-journey, in 3 hours, or 2, or 4, or whatever you personally feel comfortable with, but the idea is that you need an hour to fall asleep and be asleep physically, minimum, and then, depending on if you are a light sleeper who never sleeps without waking up much past 3 hours, you need to adjust the timing to your own personal needs and physical habits, based on your sleep habits, bladder weakness, and other situations. Once you reach the end of step-3, we move onto step four.

STEP FOUR OF FOUR:

This is that magic part that I will give you from a lot of personal experience. It won't be found in any mystery-texts from Mayan ruins to the mountains of Tibet, or anywhere on this planet. I promise you that. Most if not all people who succeed in this occult exercise, will wake up into a waking-freeze state. Your muscles freeze up when you dream, because if they didn't, you would have a high probability of injuring yourself in your body while having nightmares, at various points of your life. Some people can have limited mobility as they go in-between dream and waking states, and many a spouse has the black eye to prove that, unless wife dear or hubby boy is using the excuse to belt his or her significant other and get away with it. Still, all joking aside; I'll move on. This exercise will eventually cause you to wake up asleep. This is when your original trip that you may or may not remember with your conscious mind, has ended; but you now are in 100% absolute control over a new trip, and dream, and you can enter hyperspace from that point, or move off the physical hyperspace, and onto the ASTRAL-PLANE (the Purgatory). You can do this at will, and you will have no trouble whatsoever doing this, IF that is, you are aware of what is happening to you at this magical point, and can properly take control and keep calm, because numerous things will happen to most people who do this, and end up awake in a dream in their bed. While awake in this dream, you will see your room clearly, and it will appear to move in two parts, almost like windshield wipers in a car. You also will hear a buzzing wine type of sound, that is almost nauseating. You may feel your heart go faster, and then just stop abruptly, but this is a pure illusion. You don't need to have a beating heart, to be dreaming. A doctor will disagree, but they cannot grasp the higher stuff that is being talked about in these instructions. My point however to all of this, is that you need to get past the fear. You will experience a blast of fear like nothing you can imagine, because mortal life is all we remember when we are inside of it, and we think we are dying or dead in this wild new condition, along with sounds and visions that become very scary to even the biggest cons in the prison yards. They fear dying just like all of you do. But you MUST GET BEYOND THAT FEAR to make the Fascitar work for you. This is the really powerful part and step, because getting to the mountaintop so to speak is great, but not if after we get there, someone steals our shoes and our coat, and we must turn back and go home. When you reach the point where you can wake up frozen, and then instead of commanding your higher self (astral-body) to go somewhere, which in truth nothing ever really goes anywhere, as we are not even here to begin with; but don't try tackling that crap right now folks; but when you reach that point, this is when you need to just will yourself, and see yourself on the ASTRAL-PLANE. I don't even will myself there first, and then to any particular interaction there in the purg. I will myself from my bed, straight into the great capitol city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, or (HEAVEN) by your religious systems. Now I am not saying that doing this won't totally alter your life. Even big Oprah Winfrey knows that it does, and had a lady on her show, back when she had her show on network-television, in the middle nineteen-nineties. She'll remember this lady if you ask her about this, and then show her these words of Fascitar. I know 95% of my audience are big shots who know her well. Go ahead, put me to the test, and see if I fail your credibility meter!

As I said, this is the basic information that was known about many thousands of years ago by some secret society in one of the very first ancient Chinese Dynasty, either the first or the second one. I only know that there is a whole lot of powerful reasons why cosmos chooses some people in this human waking life to stumble across it. Most peeps can be told about it and they brush it off as insane nonsense and or worthless stupidity, but trust me mother fuckers, IT IS AS FAR FROM THAT AS THE MOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Our minds create this entire thing we think we are living in, COSMOS, which is all that is surrounding us without exception. But I speak of the waves of the human brain that operate bringing us conscious mind. While not in a normal conscious mind, from extreme illness, psychedelic medications, or normal daily cycle sleeping; these “OTHER” brainwaves create other realms, or actually operate as a tuner in an old style VCR, television set or radio set before all this digital shit came to be. We tune into things here while awake, and we tune into things SOME PLACE ELSE, while not awake, or to use your wordage and ideas, while DEAD. This is why the kids who tripped out on Dock Hoffman's LSD-acid pills or 25-tabs back in the nineteen-sixties, experienced many WILD TRIPS. They also had the term of BAD TRIPS, and on the Astral plane we do have horrendous locales such as the BRIGGBASE, DOGTOWN, HALLOWEENTOWN, and many other condition-interactions that you would see now in mortal life as PLACES. Also, your spirit (non-conscious brainwave-activity) does not have to move onto the Astral-Plane at all, but on pills such as LSD-ACID, the user may find themselves occasionally moving into extremely non-localized areas of the fifth-dimension, or (hyperspace), and in these distant locales of the hyperspace, extremely good as well as bad as well as weird stuff is created by your waves, entire realms where all sorts of shit is interacting with you every bit and more as incredibly as a million dollar virtually reality system and much much more, only this is your new real reality, and nothing is virtual about it. Those who do practice the great FASCITAR do not need to alter their brainwaves chemically with illegal substances, but the effects on the brain are even more intense and powerful than doing it with brain-chemistry interaction via illegal pills and psychedelic and or psychotropic meds. COSMOS itself calls people to take these wild rides, most peeps who do it, use the illegal chemical brain altering shit that can absolutely cause tremendous long term harmful effects to both brain and body in numerous various ways too lengthy to describe herein, and falling on deaf ears since most people are without the sufficient education of basic biochemistry, pharmacology, and microbiology, for it all to make enough sense should I get way more damn specific here. But I know for a fact that COSMOS itself does call people to travel around beyond physical life, and very very few have been shown the way of the FASCITAR. Those who I have personally told such as Security Officer by weekend and Chemical Engineer by week, Mister “Reality-Son” Dennis Snyder of Elm, NJUSAESMWG; just scoff and laugh or else tell me as did he, that peeps don't have the time or the will to care about such things, and the so-called New Age movement of great men such as Carlos Castaneda and James Redfield, simply never caught on the way we all wish that it had. I know that COSMOS is made up of an invisible fabric that contains three elements, SPACE, TIME, and MIND, or in real truth, it is merely one single fabric OF SPACE-TIME-MIND. Mind creates the space-time that the great Einstein came close to unraveling. Still, each person is given only some of the full truth in all things, that is unless they continue to explore by way of spirit-travel. This is done without any permanent damage, by using the great Patty Hollister's FASCITAR, and that is the simple yet absolute damn ass truth, yo people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I TELL THE TRUTH, ROBERT MUELLER SIR!!!!

WOW, DO I WISH I WAS LIVING IN RUSSIA. ANY PLACE ON THIS FUCKED UP GLOBE WOULD BE BETTER THAN THIS NIGHTMARE NON-FEE-FREE-MACY-EVIL-EMPIRE!!!!!!!!!!!

During this past week of beyond mother fucking Thanx-2-Givens Death Siege that was labeled by me before this Sarah-nightmare began in late 1995 somewhere, “Thanksgiving siege”; all of the hellish nightmarish mother fucking junk from of the eighties and nineties at their absolute worst, has been visited upon me again. I am sure that my Blogaudians remember me making this claim recently. If anyone is able to scan my building area, you will mother fucking see MAJOR GIGANTIC CHEMTRAILS SURROUNDING MY BUILDING. What most people do not know, and will never be aware of; is that all sorts of nasty poisonings are done by way of these mother fucking jet vapor trails. All you need to do is add into the jet fuel, various chemicals that do not have any effect one way or the other with the performance of the airplanes, yet will effect those on the ground who get repeatedly exposed over and over in short periods of time, with high amounts of this chemical-warfare. This mother fucking technology goes all the way back to the Vietnam War, minimum. It may well predate that war and go all the way back to the great WWll. I honestly cannot answer that. What you need to know here, Agent Mueller, is that jerk off Mister Trump has used his military pals to hurt my health for more than three solid fucking decades now, and this was told to me as fact, by ADA Ron Wirtz Senior, in a round about way, on more than one occasion, referring to the air pilot poisoners as “Buddies of the big business conspiracy against me”. This is all real, and this all mother fucking happened; oh great FBI, AG, Congress, Senate, State Police of Florida, and local Fort Pierce PD, and my local County Sheriff, Kenneth J. Mascara! As I said in the last blog after mentioning the major chemtrail assault, I will cap it into this blog now: Yes people, this is the worst day now in about a decade, or definitely on the top five list, and THAT, IPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have been given horrible cramps and major fucking diareah, major chemtrailing attacks, and major neighbor assaults!!!!!!!!! This is all one and the same deal, as these mother fucking poison chemtrails CAUSED my horrible cramping and diareah, and I've had to endure this monstrous and despicable suffering, at the hands of Trump and his goons; for nearly thirty-three mother fucking years now! This truly is the most evil and dangerous mother fucking empire on the planet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ButButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, are human beings really in control, or merely being totally puppeteer'd and manipulated? This is all a lot like discussing what dreaming is truly about, and why we need to sleep and dream. We all totally know that when we dream, we go to many familiar places, yet subtle differences are ALWAYS in the dreams. Your own house, your office, I don't care what or where; it is different because we dream into the hyperspace of virtually unlimited PARALLEL UNIVERSES! Humans have lived on this planet for quite some time now, yet I seem to be the only one who somehow has caught onto that powerful secret. I can tell it, but no one believes it. So in essence, I am the only one WHO TRULY KNOWS THIS POWERFUL INFORMATION! The (spirit-world) is not the fifth dimension. This endlessness of purgatory is an astral realm that the scientists call, the PLANK-TIME. Patty Hollister showed me how to access this while me, in a human body. Many folks claim to travel to this Astral-Plane. I seriously doubt the authenticity of many stories in many books found all over occult sections in any large good library. If I'm wrong, then I sincerely apologize. Using the FASCITAR that PH indirectly showed me, through those very weird, powerful, and magical educational tapes, and yes I said “EDUCATIONAL”; one is able to 'travel so to speak', either to the PLANK existence or PURGATORY or the Astral-Plane; or merely into the fifth dimension, where countless parallel worlds, and other you's and me's, are all existing in. How many of you remember the HU-CHANT that PH taught to me back in early 1974, while I was residing in Oaklyn, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG, at Apt. O-15, Dellway Arms Apartments, on Oakland Avenue? How many remember both this, as well as my late 2007 blogs where I created the PHASE-4-ENTITY named Patrick Jane, who many know as television's famous MENTALIST? Those who know the extreme and unfathomable shit that's all interconnected into these two items, also knows the incredible HALLS-FAWCES, that appear to be surrounding me and my life, in ways that go beyond any conceivable thing! There never was nor ever will be, anything comparable to MORIANITY, or spoken with slightly better accuracy, MOUNTAINPEN'S ADULT BOOK OF THE BEACH VERSION STORY. Yes, Russel Thaxton or the ESS traveler using his dream here in hyperspace, had a major goal of burning this book up, my TEENAGED VERSION that is, of the BOOK OF THE BEACH. If I had this original short story today, I totally know it would be worth its weight in platinum, times a thousand! PH wanted me to have the knowledge and wisdom of the FASCITAR. She also wanted this done completely covertly, with no traces or tracks leading back to her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, Morianity came along, Mister Shrimpy Webster, and kaboom; I haven't even begun to shoot off my big fat fucking mouth, YO! Then folks, I wonder who remembers some blogging from just a couple of months ago, regarding my using the metaphysical thought-arrangement-technique? This is when I told how I thought that maybe the LORD laid on my heart, a powerful master plan, to totally eradicate poverty out of the United States; and yet I would need 25-50 years to pull it off, and I am into my elderly years. Then suddenly, I remembered that conversation with those two doctors up in Camden, at that medical research institute, and them telling me how we do not have to get old. I had placed that completely out of my mind. When Patty taught me the HU-CHANT, and also led me indirectly to the mighty ancient wisdom of the FASCITAR, I blogged about this early on in my 2006-2008 blogs; my wonderful blogaudians! Do you remember any of that? If not, just go back and reread, YO. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, it wasn't immediately connecting into my consciousness, just who PH was, or any of the other wild shit. This all came in real time, as the blog just kept progressing along with full open mindedness on my part, to literally any place that things may go.

When one long game is played, in ROULETTE for example; it is no different than if a player played endlessly at one wheel, and never ever went home. It is like bad days at home, or at work, or traffic lights, or spouses being in bad moods, or anything you can possibly think of. The reality of items in the post atomic world around us, all fits entirely into perfect mathematical equations and averages. Then there is also the truth that divergences away from those averages, will always be a part of this equation as well. One fantastic example is the daily average temperature in any town or city anywhere. Really, an average daily temperature is not that exact number that we see on our local weather news each day. Way more times than not, it is not that exact number, but rather several numbers away from it, both higher as well as lower. Still, if you take one number off the average, minus one to plus one, this will be the highest outcomes over a long running period. The next highest will be two numbers off the average, minus 2 to plus two, and so forth. All of reality works like this, as well as existing in a perfectly balanced order, whereby given all of infinity or unlimited time for numbers to endlessly go on, every single odds for any outcome to occur, will indeed perfectly occur. The longer out we go, it endlessly grows closer and closer to the exact place where each thing should be. But closer in, more divergences will occur away from the perfect odds-balance that all things have. This is why it does not matter if you keep a record of all numbers at all wheels, ever played at any and all casinos all over the planet. The same truth exists on a subatomic level, between the universe and you. Put simply, whether you stand endlessly at one table, or go to 1,000 tables all over the world, over a forty year gambling span; if you are present for a total outcome of 38 million spins; just about one million of all 38 numbers will have popped up for you. This is not magic. This is merely part of subatomic reality. The larger worlds surrounding these smaller worlds, merely are mirror imaging what is all programmed into the Plank-Time existence, at TRUTH, or in the Purgatory. But without dying, can people move back and forth in and out of this Astral-Plane of existence? Well, not physically. Every galaxy has one gigantic heart-field, and these great black holes are indeed portals or gateways in and out. If you die as you read this, you will see the great hole, even though it is 26 million light years away, as spirit-energy, you no longer have sufficient electron-mass to perceive distance via physical interaction with Space-Time-Mind. You also won't see the darkness, only the great illumination on the other side of the singularity. It amazes me how that great television show, 'Ghost Whisperer' seems to know so many powerful truths!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe JLH and Patty had a few talks. WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

Psycho-shrinks believe that thinking the way the Mountainpen does, equals major insanity. All the psych books label many ideas and thoughts such as mine, with dozens of names of 'enicks' and 'idisses'. But they, in all of their total medical arrogance, are existing in quintessential ignorance. This is my opinion, and I AM ENTITLED TO IT, or so Mashell Daniels from RPL, back in 1980, has told me, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They also would completely dismiss the metaphysical shit where I suddenly remembered something that would be crucial if I were to ever try and fully implement my plans with STARBURN OUTREACH DEVELOPMENT, INCORPORATED, that eventually has the motive and goal of ending and eradicating poverty out of this country forever!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yes, THEY TOO are entitled to their opinions. The only thing is that I am living through all of this shit, and I know that my fucking shit is all totally absolutely real and true! No one can ever present a successful argument without first proving me wrong. Many great people were indeed put to that test, and THEY FAILED. Some of them got real pissed off and frustrated. No one on this diseased fucking planet wanted more than me for them to be able to do this. Reality is reality, and I do indeed believe Security Officer Bob Schleigh from 1980, when he would say to me, “BE REAL”! I never fucking forget a thing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So do Coins and Coils travel through these great Galactic-Hearts? You bet your mother fucking dirty asshole they do, kind folks!!!! They go in and out of these things all the time, and just as easily as a sharp turkey knife through a tub of hot butter. When they don't use this method, then they enter the large exploding hyperspace via ESS-TRAVELING. Is there really a great Goddess Fascitar who showed these gods/goddesses or coins and coils, how to use this method? Well, according to the know it all and incredible Patricia Hollister, this great goddess did indeed do just that. Nobody knows when of course. There is no time in the Purgatory. No interaction from the existers there, are ahead or behind, of any other ones. This is a very hard concept for even an intelligent mind to wrap itself around, YO. I know that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now in powerful dreaming interactions, many things happen to all of us. But even those who remember quite well, a majority of their dreams, and have many vivid ones; still for the most part never come to see how all of these unique parallel other parts to themselves or 'doppelgangers'; appear to be in perfectly ordered systems. Only a few special folks have come to see that their dreams are indeed in some kind of order and that many of of our dreams are in a pattern, and that they do appear to move along. Only a few biblical prophets however were given the ability, supposedly by a powerful god; to be able to understand what Morianity labels the hyperspace-effect of TSE (Towel-Seepage-Effect). Can dreams effect reality here, and does reality here effect dreams? We all know after we have a bad car crash or other major accident or traumatic event, that we 'dream' about the event in various ways, over and over for quite a while. The more major an event is, the more TSE it will contain, and it works in both directions, from here to there, as well as from there to here. Why do I know this for a total fact, you may ponder? Well, because I went to sleep in August of 1986, and awoke from being in an extremely powerful dreaming-interaction that appeared to last for over five months, and as soon as I returned back here, MY LIFE HERE WAS INSTANTLY AND ENDLESSLY ALTERED, FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER. This entire blog has discussed this one topic over and over, and that is because it so outlandish and so mother fucking powerfully true and real; and CANNOT BE DISPUTED, MY BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Several pieces of my hyperspace reality that are huge, are this event, as well as the Love Is For Carpenters event; and time on this blog is not there, to get into several others. Now in examining just this part of the vast fifth dimension, or here in waking life; there are also events that stand out. This would be leaving the Cooley Hall, and suddenly finding myself in some kind of extremely negative situation, where things never ever work out for me, moving into Robin Hill for the first of three stays there, the chocking glandular condition, the incredible Starburn Dream where life forever altered afterward, and restoration of my credit and temporary life alteration for the better, followed by the total and final death blow of the Sarah-Situation, where all hell broke loose, and never ever mother fucking looked back since!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We could be days and weeks and months on any of those topics, and I still wouldn't have scratched the surface. Still, I do plan to move along and take shit even further. To get into real details about the choking, and 1983 however; will most definitely cross me over some heavy red lines in the sand. I would need some real heavy ass fucking protection from my local sheriff. Without knowing that I have that, I couldn't dare tell half of what really needs to be told, although the Bonjovi cousins have some of it figured out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll always hear Tony, 2^nd cuzz of the artist, saying to me as he walked by, “Something sounds familiar”. I wish they hadn't gotten to my pal, Prince. He too knew that I was going through some heavy bullshit with all of this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey, was his untimely demise another fucking coincidence???????????? I know I ain't buying into that for a damn ass microsecond!

The coins and the coils love to interact with humanity. But remember folks, they talk to us on our level, at each point. Reading the great Christian King James Version of the Holy Bible, in the last book called the 'Revelation of Saint John the Divine', the subject of the portents is describing how the moon will turn blood red and then won't give her light. On the physical world, the moon is not a female (her), nor does (she) have a light of (her) own. The sun reflects off of it, and creates the lovely glow that we all see. And the colors that the moon makes, along with the sun, has to do with the lower layers in our planet's atmosphere. These layers are thicker with pollutants, and this is why there are so many pretty colors. Even our sun is not yellow. Ask any astronaut, as it is just another big hot white star, like all the rest of them we see at night, much farther away. So why is all of this going on, and why is the Huntington family so involved? Well, this is going to mother fucking take years to fully explore even with a very basic and abridged and compressed group of blogs. The very same harassment that is being done to me, and that began in 1986; couldn't possibly come from just a human origin. Lifespans of humans just would not allow this to be real. So now after so many years have passed, one final fucking answer has come. I can know with total assurance that this is NOT on a human-only level. Time itself proves that fact to me, or should prove it to any rationally thinking individual!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just as I can put this enemy, powerful and incredible as they may be, onto mathematical charts, and did in fact do just this all the way back into the early nineteen-eighties; I also can put number groups on divergence charts, and play one long roulette game. I would be murdered by the casinos if I ever printed a really top secret programmed-system, where a few simple calculations can allow a player to kick fucking ass in casinos for life, or until killed, or barred, or whatever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Electronics took over the entire world in the past 100 years, and is indeed the ULTIMATE HUMAN INVASION. But unlike in the movies, we all wanted this, and on top of that, we still fully and completely desire after this part or faction-chapter of these HALLS-FAWCES, AKA ELECTRONICS. The quintessential end game to it all, after an entire century of this; is the globally connected internet, and SOCIAL MEDIA SYSTEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The hidden reality of course, is that this is all really inside of our own heads, and then this all reconnects back into an ULTIMATE HUMAN INTERNET. Just ask any of the top 1,000 computer hacker/geeks on a black hat level!!!!!!!!!

When I was in that HELLISH QUEST TO LOCATE TEEN-QUEEN SARAH KRASSLE MODE back in the middle nineteen-nineties, I was doing what all great detectives and 'LEO' peeps do. Lotsanlots of fucking LEGWORK, talking to lots of people, the whole sticking the nose in lots of peeps bizz 101 deal, and making a major fucking pest of me'self, yo. I tried to talk to a whole lot of people in the Atlantic City area all the way down to the southern neighboring shores of wealthy Longport, NJUSAESMWG. I spoke to Robert Rufalo the antique dealer, I tried to speak to the dad of a famous shock-jock, I tried to talk to bizz owners and tavern owners, including Robert McGuire, and I attempted to speak to a resident who lived in the magical dreamworld building of green and white, that round building at the northeast corner of Atlantic City at the old Captain Starns Inlet, and now of course called the TRUMP Marina!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I left a dozen messages to 'PLEASE CALL ME', and the mother fuckers were too stuck up to talk one damn lousy minute to a poor lovesick person going out of his mother fucking mind with agony and QUINTESSENTIAL HELL, by its very definition meaning of SEPARATION FROM ALMIGHTY GODDESS (GOD), as in the realm of energy, there is no male or female or mother or father, and whether Christians hate this truth or NAUT Mizz Blake from AT&T, “that's just REALITY SON”!!!!!!!!!!! Still folks, the name of those asshole pricks who refused to so much as ever return my messages and pleas for a call back, was 'GIVENS', and they attended the Atlantic City High School that is quite famous, or was, before the new age modern one was built just west of the Rufalo cousin's great automobile dealership by that GREAT PIPE! Thanks to those rotten pricks the Givens's, and other horrible people like McGuire, and still others as well; I was never given one bit of help in my feeble pathetic pitiful attempts to find my long lost teen queen, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, who WAS HERE on Tennessee Avenue just as SARAH in the middle through the late nineteen-sixties, and then POOF, just vanished out of sight, out of mind, and OUT OF ANY HUMAN BEING'S MEMORY, except MINE!!!!!!!!!!! For such an incredible super girl goddess to not even be remembered by a single fucking soul when she was there for half a decade and was part of a small store on that street; is just not possible, unless as I suspected all along, she really truly and verily WAS THE GREAT GODDESS MIDDIE, SSJKK, ALMIGHTY JEHOVAH, OWNER OF THE METAVERSE OR THE SIMULATIONOGRAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So when I say THANX-2-GIVENS, I mean just that, THANKS A LOT, GIVENS SCUMBALLS! This is no joke, and it never was a joke, any more than those horrible fucking long Island frightening stairs where everyone was being chased around in that wild horrible repressed memory that worked its way into my conscious memory through inconceivable nightmares in the year of 2008, more than eleven years ago now, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo me' BRAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes lovely JRSS Diana-Moon, the 'fabulouso' Marcucci words of wisdom say: I go from old to back to the train, NAUT from 13 to 30!

I never thought my moon wanted to be a 7^th 'sixth-chick'!

COUNTERSTRIKE OF 8 A.M. ON 10 FEBRUARY, 2020:

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 65 YEARS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS DEATH ASSAULT EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, and divide your destruct power equally against the following enemies of your creator: TRIAD ENEMY NABES FROM HELL, COMPUTER HACKERS, THOSE OPPRESSING ME AND KEEPING ME DOWN AND ENDLESSLY DIRT POOR AND MESSING WITH MY CREDIT, with A MAJOR TRIAD NABE SIEGE FROM ILLEGAL DIRT BAG PEEPS IN UNIT# 608, AND HORRENDOUS MAJOR HEALTH STRIKES ON MY FRAGILE ELDERLY BODY, and that is all a part of DONALD TRUMP'S ICPE-APE-TECH death strike on me since August 15 of 1986; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD!!!!!!!!

Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.

Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).

Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P

END TRANSMISSION.

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Monday, February 10, 2020

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