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THE
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THE
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CHAPTER
52
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MOUNTAINPEN'S
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MONDAY,
MARCH 30, 2020
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I
FELL UNDER A MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING DEATH ATTACK AT ABOUT 9:25 THIS
CUNT HUFFING MORNING, MONDAY MORNING, 30 MARCH, 2020.
WHAT ELSE IS FUCKING CUNT NEW IN THE HORRENDOUS LIFE OF THE
MOUNTAINPEN????????? IT IS THIS JIT BAG CUNT SNIFFER NEXT TO ME
AGAIN, IN UNIT #605, THAT I REFER TO AS MISTER MEX AND IS SHORT FOR
MEXICO SINCE HE IS A MEXICAN-AMERICAN, AND I DO NOT KNOW HIS NAME,
NOR DO I HAVE
THE SMALLEST DESIRE TO KNOW IT EITHER!!!!!!!!!!!!! HIS
BOOMING SYSTEM WAS CRANKED WAY UP FOR ABOUT FIFTEEN SECONDS TWICE,
AND THEN THE DOOR SLAMS ARE MAJOR, HIS NOISY CHI-DOG IS YELPING ALL
TO HELL, AND THERE IS MOST DEFINITELY A VERY LOUD FUCKING EARLY DAY
PARTY GOING ON IN HIS SHITHOUSE UNIT!!!!!!!!!!! I KNOW FULLY WELL
SINCE IT BEGAN JUST SHY OF THE WALL STREET OPENING BELL, THAT AS
ALWAYS; THIS IS BIG-BUSINESS-ORIENTED PARALLEL EVENT (ICPE-APE
TECHNOLOGY) BEING ILLEGALLY APPLIED AGAINST ME,
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD, SAME SHIT EVER SINCE MIDDLE AUGUST OF THE YEAR OF
1986!!!!!
What
amazes me is that he actually thinks he will get away with endlessly
claiming that it is me making all the noise, when I am in here as
quiet as a mother fucking church mouse. On top of that, something
that my goddamn mom said to me over and over rings quite true in all
of this. She said, “If I keep a good reputation, it will come in
very handle during such bad times and situations as these”. She's
100% on the money. Kev said to me not that many days ago when I told
him how he accused me of having women in my apartment and making
noise at three in the morning, that he personally knows that's a
total crock of dog shit cubed! People all know my mode of living and
style of life around here, or for that matter anywhere that I live
for any significant period of time. Eventually, this prick will be
evicted, but I doubt I'll be able to wait him out, just as with all
my horrendous bad neighbors sent directly to me by THE
DEVIL HIMSELF ALL MY LIFE, also known as the MILITUFORCE
in my Morianity.
COUNTERSTRIKE
OF 10:30 AM, ON 30 MARCH, 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 ON THIS
CURRENT DAY OF 30 MARCH, OF 2020,
WITH A MAJOR ENEMY NOISE DEATH SIEGE AN DTHE ENEMY NABES IN UNIT #605
AGAIN ASSAULTING ME WITH MAJOR ELDER ABUSE STARTING AT 9:25 THIS
MORNING, 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.
YOU
MISSED ME AGAIN, HA-HA-HA JANE WITCHBITCH Sleazeweedsdisease!!!!!!!!
Still, I will post up my lovely FIVE GROUPATIONS!
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Maybe
the HALLS FAWCES didn't like what I discussed with Atlantic City in
1970 with child molester Tom Reale. But who can ever really
know why these cunt eating death sieges come out of nowhere with me
and pow, they strike like a Jupiter bolt of lightning on steroids.
Then eventually, they go away and vanish as wildly as they came.
Before 1986, I never ever had to live like this. Yes I had many
rotten problems and my share of rotten days, usually about one out of
every 10-14 when averaged out for entire years, and I know, since I
used to keep LIFE CHARTS that showed me this information, yo yo yo
yo BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
Let
me quickly tell you something not told on CHAPTER 50, speaking of
telling some really wild shit regarding transdimensional hyperspace
and the dealings that I have had to endure within this vast and
virtually limitless and unfathomable fabric of space-time-mind
connected from the 6th dimension of MIND! David Roth in
many parallel worlds has been interacting with me for a minimum of
six or seven years now, and he is getting meaner and meaner with me
in these alternate realities, once even trying to shoot me dead. I
was working as a security guard at some weird place the night before
last and I was told by my boss, the Site-Sarg, that the reason Dave
is being so mean to me is because “He thinks I'm gay” to
precisely quote the dude. I of course am not gay, not here and not
there, and in the experience, my doppelganger was telling him, “Boy
just give me the opportunity to prove that I am not gay and I'll blow
your goddamn mind”! The Site-Sarg just looked at me, and then poof,
I woke up with a bang. But that horrible mother fucking nightmare
stayed with me all of yesterday, and put me in a really fowl ass
fuckign rotten mood to say it 'politely', Mister Tommy
Jam-Jelly-Dizzy Roe from when else, but good old fucking 1969? For a
very long time, I have wondered why my spirit insists on traveling
into these rotten goddamn parallel universes where Dave is being so
damn mean. Well, I got my answer. Don't ever fuckign tell me that
things in DREAMS do not work just like they do in the waking realms
of so-called REALITY for Crissake. For a long long damn time I was
trying to understand this and then finally I got the answer. Life
while awake operates for me in extremely similar ways. People who
doubt my hard on for hyperspace & dreaming really need to get
into BIBLICAL PROPHECY and DREAMS, as this is all through the BIBLE,
and there is not one scripture that so much as even partially implies
that those days and these days are separate as far as this is
concerned. Show me I am wrong with real BIBLE SCRIPTURE anyone, and I
will end my MORIANITY. I have read through it cover to cover, so LOTS
OF FUCKING LUCK, YO!!!!!!!!!! BOY OH BOY DOES THIS SHIT SUCK FUCKING
ASS AT C-SQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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THE
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CHAPTER
51
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
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I
don't believe that I am the only human being on the Earth-Planet who
is experiencing inter-dimensional major or even minor woes. I
don't believe that I am an isolated individual for that matter, who
is having any type of inter-dimensionally connected events
continually being made manifest into my life. I
DO BELIEVE HOWEVER, lovely people out here, that
I may indeed be the only person so far in the recognized
HUMAN-HISTORY
who has become totally aware of my situation, and has
taken it one-hundred percent seriously as a result of becoming onto
it, and not then simply dismissing it all as pure insanity, as
if I were the husband, MAY THE GODS
FORBID, of the illustrious Mizz
WFMU-Listener Therese! Yessir world, I absolutely believe that
I am the only one for whatever the damn reasons, to have achieved
what some might refer to as, “transdimensional realization” of my
fifth dimensional full total hyperspace-self. Two
great Christian Bible Scriptures lead me into this belief, and
I will quickly explain just what they are. First there is a scripture
known instantly to any loyal bible reading and true Christ believer,
that tells that no one is so special, that they can possibly be going
through something totally uncommon to other people. Then other
scriptures also go onto say, a sort of 'however yo', not all people
on this planet are 'able to see and hear the real truths' all around
them, and are blinded by their father the
DEVIL. Substitute
the devil
for the M2F
and we can agree to move this on now. I never ever go against
the scriptures, but I think that the gods have shown me the
best possible 2020 year translations to not only those in
our 66 book bibles, and other bibles too perhaps, so long as they
preach that Christ and only Christ
is the only way to the Almighty SAR
(LORD) Pink Goddess, as well
as even to those whom the M2F, disguised as the CANONS of those books
removed from scriptures by the R.C.
CHURCH,
also provide such mighty wisdom's about. Without getting really
hellbent on more specific junk right now; we can always go do a
'Maverick's James Files' here, and thus
remembering Jim Rockford's loose teeth, and how we can always get
back to this later on. We will too, I promise. Yes I am the
only one to my knowledge so far in the history of this entire world,
WHO THINKS FIFTH DIMENSIONALLY.
Doing this elevates our consciousness to levels that are quite lofty
and unimaginable on any and all matters. Adding in the full belief in
the Phase-4-Entity reality that
Morianity has preached now for more than fourteen years; and we get a
system where not too much can ever remain completely hidden, at least
for too long. I say this in a totally non braggadocio way, as along
with great wisdom comes great responsibility and in my opinion, great
suffering that always remains equal in a ratio and proportion to
wisdom that exceeds the normal 3-D; and so believe me people when I
say that high-mathematics totally backs up my position and statement.
Again, Mister Rockford's loose teeth. So indeed I am seemingly all
caught up in this mind boggling fifth dimensional hyperspace problem
of my own personal hellishness; but many of you whose lives are also
somewhat wild and crazy, most likely are living a whole damn lot more
5th dimensionally than you would wish to admit to yourself
right about now. I'll promise all of you this right now however yo.
If you wish to even see the beginning of incredible clearings in your
own fog on matters that always seemed to remain unclear about your
own lives; just begin to mildly entertain the possibilities of
Morianity and see the incredible shit in your own life start to open
up in hours and days, not years or decades, and that is a major
promise to any of you out here. Even my JRSS and how I have broadened
and elaborated on it by inducing both alphabetical and numerological
systems into it; all of this is all a total part of the JRSS reality,
and also, this deal about synchronicity is simply existing because of
the way cosmos itself was designed, LAWTRRONICALLY. Denying it is
equal to denying gravity. That is okay too, just as long as you don't
scoff at it when things get ugly such as
jumping off of a cliff without a parachute, and saying “FUCK
YOU” to the LAW
OF GRAVITY. I also promise you that this won't work
out for you all that well either, yo BRAH!
Hey,
just as I don't believe that this Milky Way Galaxy has any aliens in
it (MWG), I too believe that all the answers to why it may appear
that there may well be, is in the fullness of the 5th
dimensional hyperspace again. It all works when we simply expand, or
to quote that Latengrate Doctor Sagan again, when we UP IT by one
dimension. In this case most of us think in three dimensions and we
can include the time system as the fourth, so we up it one more and
we get five, not too complicated at all, right, all great alligators
of the Microsoft Corporation Spellchecker Systems EVERYWHERE? Moving
on with this point here folks, and yes, Folksingers toothpaste TOO; I
absolutely concur with that great other NEW-AGE-AUTHOR, Doctor
Bruce Goldberg, and his wonderful and awesome book from
the late nineties, called, “Time Travelers
From Our Future”. Sure the galaxy is crowded when we
begin seeing it all fifth dimensionally. Why wouldn't humanity's
future of marvelously developed super-high technology and
unfathomably advanced descendants, move out into colonies in our
galaxy? So yes, the galaxy IS FULL OF LIFE, but it is our own life
out into the future. If the atoms had a reverse polarized charge, we
could look out into the night sky and see our own future out there,
but in this matter forward running time-illusion world, we look out
into the past along the eternal now photon beam that all of reality
is riding on. I only bring all of this up because it does indeed fit
into what will now be opened up and admitted to, and unlike that
stunt that I admit that I pulled with the secret agent who used to
E-MAIL me, (AD-6), this is no phony fake news to get some reaction
that I will need to come back and amend, and that I admitted I would
be doing every once in a while, from the very inception of these
blogs of Mountainpen also know as (AKA) the 'BOM'! I speak of the
horrendous hellishness now presently surrounding all of us on this
planet, called the CORONO VIRUS STRIN #19
since this strain began late into that year of two thousand and 19.
Most germ-strains are in fact labeled in this manner, I believe.
Please folks, if you are in need of doing the bathroom wee -wee or
dung-dung, do it now before reading on; as you
just may have a whittle damn accident otherwise, as I plan to
tell you a story about last summer and how it apparently, fifth
dimensionally as well as in 3-D/4-D reality, all has brought about
this abhorrent medical disaster.
HA-HA-HA-HA
JANE Sleazeweedsdisease; you missed
me, and try as I do to forgive you for that horrible nightmare
damn stunt that you and your hubby network owner pulled on me, that
monstrous damn night in the springtime of 1993; I
JUST GODDAMN CANNOT EVER FORGIVE YOU, you witch; because
the consequences of that assault on poor whittle innocent me,
has had effects that are still ongoing to this very day and hour,
such as right now on this blog on this just missed by a nose hair,
PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, and causing me
to endlessly live life, blocking screens and clocks, and all sorts of
damn things that pop up around me forever, showing
me that horrible representation of that gods awful fucking word that
I MYSELF INVENTED IN 1987,
“{[(BOTBAR)]}!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
to the real powerhouse meat of this blog; great LADS, LASSIES,
LAB-TECHS, AND LAB RETRIEVER DOGS: Yes after the M2F screwed with my
catalytic converter switch for about the fifth time since I came down
to Florida, in my 2004 Dodge Neon Automobile,and this was followed by
a summer siege that was truly horrendous, and that horrendous time on
jury duty and the train nearly killing me when it was over and I was
attempting to get back to my car that I had parked in the municipal
garage where jurors are told to park; I began to dabble with some
shit regarding my experience in VENTNOR, New Jersey, in the summer
time of 1970, at CHILD MOLESTER THOMAS J. REALE'S home on CORNWALL
AVENUE. I was planning to call this a brand new entire book, and
maybe even create a completely new blog, and I am glad I chose not to
do that for many reasons that we need not get into discussing right
now. Back then, I knew nothing about making pin money with blogs that
have over a 200K page-view history and that average a weekly 5K
page-view, as this one does. I am not doing this right now as life
has way more pressing issues for me, and that was before this global
fucking pandemic kicked in to even heighten my woes further. Now to
the point. The great “ME-TV” Network had brought the old sixties
“DRAGNET” show back onto their lineup, and memories came flooding
in soon thereafter about how Sergeant Joe
Friday's L.A.-CALI Police Badge was numbered
714, and how back during that great NICK@NITE
on the Nickelodeon TV-CHANNEL back in the summertime of 1994 had a
nightly show called “Block Party Summer”, and how on Friday
nights from 8-11, the DRAGNET SHOW was aired in
blocks of 6-episodes, and I always loved that original
DRAGNET, but after watching it a couple of weeks, something began to
happen. I remembered unconsciously perhaps, my days living in the
Pliner house in 1983 with my PRIVECODE
MACHINE, and how I told LIGHTNING
one night around dinner time, to call me on a new code that I
made for her, NUMBER 713. She
did too, and both with Her transdimensional
lightning connections, and then also in Her
human form, leading me to go down to the Golden
Nugget Casino in Atlantic City that night; but the only
problem was that I had fallen asleep, and when I awoke, it was half
past eleven at night, and I was already half an hour late. But
there is way too much to this story and all of its wild connections
for me to even attempt to get into all of it. I'll
need to be very selective and tell the major points that I feel might
best suit the bringing together of all of these inconceivable items
into one bag of what some might refer to as Felix's Magic Bag. Felix
for those under age sixty years, was a cartoon character, a big black
cat, a magical cat, and no, I doubt very much that it led me to my
wild dreams a dozen years or so later with another huge sized black
tomcat named Gawky Gaukauk! Now I told before on some recent previous
blogging texts that I called my 1970 summer time by what I perceived
it to be then, and that being, my “time at
the shore” and my “TJR-AFTERLIFE”,
with the TJR standing of course for the child
molester Mister Thomas J. Reale, the
real estate property investor. I also told how this home was on
CORNWALL AVENUE and that my stay there was exactly 19 DAYS LONG.
But we haven't even begun to talk about many other JRSS
patterns of incredible alpha-numeric-synchronicity in all of
this unfathomable dogshit. How about we now look at the town that
Cornwall Avenue is in, VENTNOR. Remember folks, and yes folksingers
toothpaste too oh great goddamn Mike Soft Corporation; how this wild
and incredible family from some other parallel universe in the vast
virtually limitless and inconceivable fifth dimensional hyperspace
came to me night after night, and on one particular wild dream, they
shot me in my chest and got me onto some operating table and then
they proceeded to cut out my lungs, and then if that wasn't horrible
and fiendish and scary fucking enough, they somehow managed to
magically turn them into washcloths, while I was forced to somehow
lay on that operating table unable to move, and observe that hideous
unthinkable nightmare on epitomized steroids. When
we think of LUNGS, we do not normally think of WASHCLOTHS,
but MORIANITY for many many many years now has altered this a wee
bit. I may never truly understand just exactly who
Ultimate-Fighter-DAVID was in the early prior decade who said to me,
“GO WASH YOUR HANDS” that day at the
HARVEST JOB on 25th Street and Orange Avenue here in Fort
Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG, but one thing I do know. There was more to
that story that can ever think of meeting the eye. I used the JRSS to
compare washcloths and washing my hands, but it took nearly a decade
to see connections to HAND WASHING due to a CORONA VIRUS, all
resulting from ultra complex transdimensional signal energy dots from
the mind realm or 6th dimension. But I can look at the
synchronicity to many things. We have talked about the 19. We have
talked about the CORNWALL Avenue. How about now talking about the
machine that is able to cure this horrible fucking virus in most of
those who become afflicted by it? I am speaking of the VENTILATOR
Machine. When I was shot, and my lungs were turned into washcloths,
after THAT FAMILY dissected my lungs from my chest, while I was
helpless on a table and unable to move a muscle but was completely
aware of the procedure, in that wicked demonic nightmare dream in
early July of 1970 at Reale's Cornwall Avenue home; what kind of a
machine would I have needed to be put on so that I was kept alive and
thus was able to watch and observe my own dissection? Yes world, you
guessed the guess here, 'ding ding ding ding ding ding ding', a
ventilator machine. I was obviously placed on some type of a fucking
VENTILATOR. Now let us look at the town
that this was all taking place in. Good old neighboring to the south
of Atlantic City, “VENTNOR”. Say it
ten times fast and tell me you don't even hear the whole damn fucking
word of ventilator, ga'hed world of doubters and dirty disbelievers,
yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!! Now B4I go on and on and on and NO, not
on an DON, just on and on, but that
major JRSS pops up, unless we all are living in damn caves the
past few weeks and days; let us talk about last summer and the hugest
death siege ever that started against me, speaking of monsters
against me and ultimate BRIGGBASE-M2F assaults on pathetic and
pitiful elderly persons over the age of 65 years, well, not until
last 4 December, but what the fuck is in a few months of time for
crying goddamn out louder than dogshit??? I realized a lot of these
things and was saving a lot of things for times when hopefully, this
death siege on me would lessen and go back to somewhere even remotely
close to the 2012 through early 2015 times. But it never came. We all
know why, and we know who threw his hat into the ruing in that year
of 2015, and we all know of my nightmare shituation with
ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY and its horrendous misuse by Scott Ransom 'very
powerful people”! I wish I had the health to have somehow braved up
last year, and really gone to town with this (TJR-AFTERLIFE) stuff,
as this would have placed me ahead of that actual virus, rather than
have it just look like I am trying to cash in now on saying all these
things. I'll just have to take my chances and tell what must be told,
and let chips all fall where they do, as the old expression goes, yo.
Yes so I would be watching DRAGNET on the BLOCK PARTY SUMMER in 1994
on Friday evenings, and after about a couple weeks into it, I would
sing along to my TV in my bedroom at the Highview Apartment I was
living in then, each time the 714 badge number was shown, “Call me
on the 713”, and then I would instantly go, “4” or sing, “I
mean 4”. In fact, I still quietly do this whenever I happen to be
still up and watching television at the ungodly hour that ME-TV shows
the Dragnet Show now, and I will always sing quietly along, “Call
me on the 713, I mean 4”. I have always had a mild 'Taretz'
Syndrome or however it is spelled, where once I do something, it is
nearly impossible to stop doing it. It is a mild mental disorder,
nothing that I can't fucking handle, and if I really do have to stop
dong something for whatever reason, I can always exercise control
over it, if and when it is absolutely necessary. Speaking of the
devil being in the details to it all, and yes
Mike Soft, to the damn alligators toothpaste TOO, when I
stayed at that damn rotten evil chill-mo's Cornwall Avenue Ventnor
place, in the summer of 1970; I was there as soon as school had let
out on the 23rd of June, Tom came over to the Dellway Arms
Apartment where I was living and picked me up around eleven or so at
night, and we got to the home of washcloths and THAT FAMILY around a
quarter shy of one in the morning on June 24th. So 24, 25,
26, 27, 28, 29, 30, is 7-DAYS. Then I left this place and took a
jitney-bus at around a little past half past nine at night on the
12th of July, so I was there for the first 12-DAYS in
July. 12+7=19 but there is another wild synchronicity that damn it,
I'll bet many of you caught as well. Notice how the two months of
June and July breaks up my 19-DAY STAY at the WASHCLOTH HOUSE OF
HORROR, is made up of 7-12, as in the date itself when I left, 7-12
or July (month #7) and 12 (day #12)?????
Another
wild interesting connection into a whole slew of damn shit is
thissssssss, lovely Erica SNAKES 1983 Cane. Cooley Hall let out on
June 23, 1970 on that particular school year. COOLEY HALL in
Haddonfield is right off the world famous and very historical town of
Haddonfield in New Jersey USAESMWG, on 'HOPKINS LANE'. Now that
episode on the greatest law show ever, and surpassing even IMHO,
PERRY MASON, we all know and love, and that interferes with all of
our lives so that we forget to bath, and feed our kids, and so much
more, tee-hee-hee Mister
WOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLF, called “LAW & ORDER”; with
the lady Mizz Anna Hopkins, who has that
SARS VIRUS which IS A CORONA VIRUS BY THE WAY, in the trunk of her
car, has that same matching name of HOPKINS, does it naut, Mizz
AT&T BLAKE? All I am ever saying about the mighty JRSS
James Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome is that all things in cosmos
when broken down into subatomic realities are nothing other than
unfathomably miniaturized cosmic numbers of a sort. Some of these
numbers, just like fractions, work well and go into each other, while
other simply do not. From this truth, we indeed can rely on obtaining
extremely accurate pieces of magical wisdom, and remember, the world
of the subatomic, for all practical intents and purposes, IS A
MAGICAL AND TOTALLY UNKNOW REALM to all of us pitiful little human
beings, at least in our year of 2020 for crying out fucking louder
than a cat with a car tire on its tail!!!!!! Lettering arrangements
and deriving codes from them in a comparison type of procedure is
nothing more than admitting that our human language is all just a
mental reality and that since our minds are truly pure energy and
would not even exist physically without electricity, then this stuff
makes a whole lot more sense than those in the APA claiming it is a
bunch of sicko wacko delusions and illnesses. But hey, we all are
entitled to our opinions, lovely Mashell RPL Daniels of 1980!
So
inside of the 5th dimensional complexities that all come
into being from a 6th dimensional MIND REALM, that the
great religion called ECKANKAR calls and labels the “MENTAL PLANE”,
are many secret coded truths all hidden but waiting to be sought
after and then plucked out, with all kinds of various methodologies.
The one Morianity preaches abnd that Mountainpen uses is the truths
of JRSS, and further down into the outline of elaborated concepts,
are the fact that words and numbers can indeed show pictorial
accurate truths, especially when viewed 5th dimensionally.
Our dream worlds simply cannot be ignored. As I pen this now at
approximately twenty minutes shy of five this morning, some hacker is
trying to do something to my computer and I got a weird pop up onto
my screen. As I said, it is only a matter of mother fucking time B4I
need to get these computer files all into a new Windows-10 system
with protection, firewalls, and all of the virus anti-hacking junk
that most new systems come for the most part, standard with purchase.
Of course, we're talking plenty of fuckign doe, and I am not going to
spurge until I absolutely am forced to do so!!!!!!!!!! Yes it was
after Russ Thaxton had come over to my Oaklyn apartment called the
Dellway Arms on Oakland Avenue, and got me to burn my BOOK OF THE
BEACH, in fact it was quite a few months later, and the first day of
this new period was the 13th day in July, about seven
months or so since Sarah somehow transdimensionally took my chain,
and then a couple weeks or a month later somewhere, Russ got me to
burn that incredible book that told all these things in full detail,
and in the words of a fifteen year old juvenile. It would have been
priceless to have and to compare with the adult version of the very
same thing and the very same reality, that is called, THE MORIANITY
BIBLE. But in any cae, July 13 started my AFTERLIFE, that is my life
AFTER Tom Reale, and AFTER the WASHCLOTHS all got their diseased
hands on me and took out my lungs and placed me on some weird type of
ventilator machine, before putting them back into me, and somehow in
my opinion, caused my entire future to be endlessly connected and
intertwined with them forever, whoever they all truly are, RUSS, so
you can tell Therese to blow it out her tin foil hat. Yes I truly
believe that if I had the entire code to all of these things, we
would all see how indeed this TJR-AFTERLIFE deal all led up to all
types of things right down to our 2019 Corona Virus. All dots always
connect. There are powerful damn things in all of your lives too, but
it's like secret treasure inside a panel in the home you just bought.
You may live there for forty fuckign years and die or move away, and
never ever even know that thirty million bucks in gold coins were
right behind a panel in your attic the whole damn time. Were you rich
while you owned that home. What does a tree falling alone in some
deep woods sound like when not one single human or even animal is
there to hear it happen? These little mysteries have been wondered
about for millennia. Still me' pernt is this. You simply won't ever
know it because you are scoffing at me and my wisdom in these
matters. For all you know some bizarre shit in your past is why the
entire middle east crises got worse at some particular time. I am
certainly not the only person who has these transdimensional
connections to truly huge events, but one thing I do know is that I
absolutely refuse to discard an incident just because it may seem to
be completely unbelievable. I learned that truth that day in Mister
Smith's class in the spring of 1971, regarding lovely and horny Mizz
Zenkiss. If evidence continues to be there in the real world, then we
cannot deny something. We may not truly have a full understanding of
all of the numerous tentacles, but holy dogshit on pumpernickel
bread, don't just dismiss it once you know that something really is
fucking there for Crissake, yo! I know that I was planning to tie in
some wild shit about my stay at the Washcloth Family Ventnor home on
Cornwall Avenue, last summer. I also know that nobody on Earth knew
then about this virus. Still, other things were pointing to many
things, and time won't allow me to even start getting into the tons
and tons of shit that are all a part of this. Maybe as later blogs
continue on, we can at least try to make this all make lots more
sense. After I almost died that day on my Fort Pierce Saint Lucie
County JURY-DUTY, I got home, and the blogs from that time of the
19th day in August of 2019 last year, speak for
themselves. I was not discussing yet, any of these things. But I
assure you that I was at this time, starting a huge outline of what I
called and still call now, the “713-TJR-AFTERLIFE”. The 713 is
because of the date. July 13th or 7-13 on 1970 was my
FIRST FULL DAY BACK HOME after packing up the few items that I had in
that large bedroom that was inside of a very large and totally junked
house with only that one room restored so it could be lived in; and I
took that jitney-bus to the Arkansas Avenue Bus Terminal and from
there, I boarded a public transit bus to Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG. This is
where the Paula-Sarah-Nina gang of lovely teen queens all got on the
bus that night, and Paula said that mean thing about my face being
all messed up, and it was; since I had indeed quite a nasty ass case
of sunburn and I did not exactly look great as a result. But as the
year of 2019 drew to a close, and persecution on me was at a level
like nothing ever before, I knew that Magnesonic would eventually
take vengeance for its creator. Am I happy about all of this? Not on
your fuckign life. Am I sure of this? Of course not. I am merely
going by a lifetime of proven past performances of the way all of
this shit has worked and operated around me for nearly four straight
goddamn decades of time now, yo BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then right after
the new year of 2020 came in, so did Mister 605-Mex with his horrible
loud music and all the hell I started going through with him and
calling cops. But without spending a zillion years on a zillion
fuckign topics here, let me quickly remind you all what happened as
the first half of this summer time 1970 period was drawing to the
closing minutes and while I was on that bus that I had boarded in
Atlantic City at about half past ten at night to go home. Where did
these girl-gang girls all get off, but right there at SARAH'S FUTURE
WATERWORKS place. The ACMUA has a main branch station in
Pleasantville just a few blocks down from a gasoline station, where
my car finally completely died on the 18th day in December
of 2006 while I was with Ed Himacane Lynch and the story on that date
is on a very long blog that any of you are free to go and archive
right here at this blogger website, by simply clicking into the past
five books that are shown all the time on many of my recent blogs.
Mighty McGuire had damaged this car while Ed and I were on his
street, legally parked and taking completely legal tourist pictures
for my blog web-page on the then existing site known as
www.morianity-foundation.com/
and we went up to the boardwalk so Ed could buy a newspaper out of
one of the vending machines. Two months later, the car completely
died but he did it, and I know he did. It began running slower and
slower until the engine completely seized up and died, and where did
it die but the gas station that was right down from that damn water
company station where those girls all got off that bus that night. An
hour and a few minutes later, I arrived home in 1970, and this began
the 13th day in July as well as what I called and still
refer to as my “713 AFTER-TJR-LIFE”.
One
thing I will give to my distant cousin Donnie and that is he
shocked me yesterday, Sunday. He finally
had the good sense to push back that Easter date to the end of April.
If he had not, we would have lost as many as half a million to two
million people just in America, and all because of his love for
money. But I will give the man his props. When
he deserves an 'addaboy', I'll give it to him, and many times
he ain't so terrible, and he doesn't always get it totally off base.
His only trouble is he won't ever let the buck stop at his desk, as
did that great old President Harry. These two dudes may have had one
thing in common, and that is and was their surnames had the same
first four letters, and THAT IS ALL THEY
HAVE IN COMMON!!!!!!!! Still, credit where it's do, and
I'll never rob a man of his rightful fucking props. Good show,
Donnie! WEEEEEEEEEE and yes Mike Soft; maybe totally ass
WEEDEEKAWUSS, as well, as who can know? This very well may have saved
95% of possible HSE lives. The shoulda-coulda-woulda hyperspace
syndrome is an ever present reality that can't be underestimated!
What
cannot be treated lightly is the fact that most people who don't
choose careers in mathematical related disciplines, will never truly
appreciate a virus's curve. On the CNN charts that were taken from
the CDC authorities, they show the American COVID-19 STATS as follows
for DEATHS.
3-5---11
3-12---38 3-19---149
3-26---938
3-29---2400
Now
these increases of course are not simple and only mathematical due to
the fact that in making these situations what they are and what they
have been, numerous different approaches were used against this, to
quote my distant cuzz-Donnie, “invisible enemy scourge”. In those
earlier boxes, if we had done what the smarter countries had done,
the curve would be far less angled towards parabola shape. If we
resumed normal operations by the 12th on Easter, the shape
will be much more parabolic. But by moving it back at least two more
weeks, it will be much less parabolic. These truths are not
disputable. In any case, we all are trying to get through this
dogshit, and as you all know, this BOM is not a CURRENT-EVENTS blog,
hence that is all I'll say on this subject.
THE
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This
blog is about 1997, and not so much about 2020 or believe it or not
1986 or 1983. 1997 was one hell of a wild year, and of course was the
inverted digital year of the great last year of disco, good old 1979.
But that is only a part of why 1997 was so powerful, as this is when
SARAH KRASSLE chained me up
forever in a very inescapable way, and even let me know it in a way
that only I can fully understand. A more apropos expression for the
times of today and right now, would be, in a way that only I am able
to really GET. This ties into many things that WON'T be harped on
with this initial opening blog on this topic, as something much more
powerful, as well as quintessentially sinister, needs addressing
right now, me' people!
I
will be talking about the way DECADES OF CALENDAR TIME appear at
least with me and in my own life, all do one common damn thing. I
speak of becoming as major in a CHANGING WAY, as it is major to those
who go by calendars as we humans do, and then we suddenly find
ourselves seemingly quite magically transported one day, after the
ball in NYC drops; into a brand new decade.
Rather than continue onward with that particular item, we hold it
instead in a short abeyance here, and move still onward with the
topic of ATLANTIC CITY IN 5th
DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE. You see people yo, I am now going to
admit something quite mother fucking totally HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE here, TO
MYSELF ACTUALLY, and then as a resulting factor of course, to
all of you, me' loyal following
Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have been wrong on something all along, all throughout this more than
fourteen year blogging project now. Maybe not so much wrong, but
merely unintentionally in a circumstance of doing a very human thing,
misleading myself on things that in true fact, I knew better all
along and didn't want to admit it to me'self, yo BREEEEE! All along
for longer than these bogs have existed actually great people out
here, I thought that just plain
old ATLANTIC CITY RIGHT HERE
IN THIS DIMENSION,
was the true and absolute heart of all of the things going on in my
life, ever since very early
childhood. I
STAND CORRECTED BY MY OWN SELF, and the life
circumstances that reared their ugly damn head for many decades,
eventually bringing me to the new and revised conclusions that this
philosophy and idea is only half correct. Great folks; if I do not
say that the entire fifth dimensional hyperspace of MANY MANY MANY
MANY MANY ATLANTIC CITY'S are not all commingled and interconnected
into all of this, then I LIE TO MYSELF,
and then as a result, to everyone else
that I ever address, regarding my life story, unfortunately. What
made me finally see this truth once and for all just yesterday,
Monday the 24th of March? Well, laugh or cry, or do
whatever you wish as you read these words, anyone out there; but I
can thank that horrible monster we all call the Corona
Virus, Strain Identification #19. No, I won't go into the
details to how this all fits so incredibly together, at least not
right now; but there is a little time for me to discuss a few opening
details of all of these revised concepts. Since the change of many
things, along with calendar numbers, every ten years fits a lot into
these relatively new ideas, I will first go on to discuss this a
little bit more. Maybe some of you can relate, and maybe some do not
relate, so I'll only tell a tiny bit about my own life but I'll also
add in major changing events in the world as the decades changed.
First, they did not all happen on the dot of New Years day of each
new decade, but the change cannot be ignored even though it may be
off a little bit here and there, even by several months. I was born
in 1954. In 1960, my dad was about to start a job as a mobile home
salesman in Allentown, Pennsylvania. When he got his position through
his pal Mister Herb Moyer, he and my mom and me all moved to the
neighboring area called Quakertown, and lived in one of the trailers
that another friend of my dad, a Quakertown farmer who owned a lot of
acreage and planted cornfields everywhere; allowed him to place the
mobile home on, and I went on to begin my present persona-life as the
current-me physically, in a very unusual connection and communication
with a nature force that we all call “LIGHTNING”.
Needless to say as the following decade-change came, incredible
things appeared to be all happening that seemingly has to this day
still beyond inconceivable connections with this nature force. Move
to the decade after that one where I move into Robin Hill #1802 and
we need not even go there to fulfill my point. Then we move to the
nineties decade. Not only is the 'LOIS FOCA'
song, part of a prediction into this time period that was even
completely fulfilled by the hurricane named HUGO with the Atlantic
City streets all filled with debris; but Paula
King at this time, was already doing some wild things that I
was unaware of; and she was the one whom I saw in that unfathomable
DREAM, right outside the Frailenger's
Salt Water Taffy Store on Tennessee Avenue. Then in 2000 came
the great Billy Harner MUSICAL PROJECT that was all about SARAH. 2010
speaks for itself with the great kidnapping of poor little me, by
that nightmare FAMILY OF WASHCLOTHS
AND HOLLISTER'S. 2020,
well, we are not even going to go here today, oh great ladies and
gentleman out here!!!!!!!!!
Now
1997 as well as the short time era before it and after it, is a whole
other matter of course. This was the year my mother was turned into a
zombie on the day after Christmas. It was the year of that magical
day of 12 JULY on 10-SC AVENUE in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. It was
the year of the great TIME TRIP WITH MAGIC SHOE BOX FUTURE TABLET
DEVICES. It was the year that I remembered for th every first time
that on the ASTRAL-PLANE of true existence, I AM RICTAFARIUS, and I
live in Ricktown with Lightning Goddess DIANA,
along Astral-Highway or (LINELANE) #9910, and am here dreaming that I
am inside of a physical shell-body going by the identity and name of
Mark Wayne Mohr. It is the year that I met Robert McGuire, after
having that horrendous wild hexagram throw on PEARL
HARBOR
DAY in 1996, and being given the DELIVERENCE
HEXAGRAM. It is the year that after meeting that horrible
monster psychic of Glendora, Mizz Paula Uwich
that major damn things of a totally psychic type of nature,
started happening to me. But in all of this and still lots more, we
are only going to focus on one of them on this blog, and that being,
the day I came out of that wild DREAM on the
late morning of the 12th
of July, and ended up in Atlantic
City, on Tennessee Avenue, and seeing PAULA KING, who I hadn't
seen in nearly three full decades since the time we all were on a
public transit bus late on the night of 12 July in 1970. Yes, the
separation in time was the electrical number amount of years, from
1970 until 1997, and right to the very day. There are 365 and a
quarter days to a year, so what are the odds of that, but one to
three-hundred-sixty-five for crying out mother fucking loud, yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
all led me to write many songs that I of course COPYRIGHTED, as shown
here above!
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HAPPY
BIRTHDAY PAULA KING JUNIOR
FROM
SOMWHERE IN UNFATHOMABLE 5th
DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE. WEEEEEEEE!!!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
JULY
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5-----WEEK
0
6
7 8 9 10 11 12----WEEK 1
13
14 15 16 17 18 19----WEEK 2
20
21 22 23 24 25 26----WEEK 3
27
28 29 30 31
AUGUST
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2----WEEK 4
3
4 5 6 7 8 9----WEEK 5
10
11 12 13 14 15 16---WEEK 6
17
18 19 20 21 22 23---WEEK 7
24
25 26 27 28 29 30---WEEK 8
31
SEPTEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6-----WEEK 9
7
8 9 10 11 12 13----WEEK 10
14
15 16 17 18 19 20----WEEK 11
21
22 23 24 25 26 27----WEEK 12
28
29 30
OCTOBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4--------WEEK 13
5
6 7 8 9 10 11-------WEEK 14
12
13 14 15 16 17 18-------WEEK 15
19
20 21 22 23 24 25-------WEEK 16
26
27 28 29 30 31
NOVEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1--------WEEK
17
2
3 4 5 6 7 8--------WEEK 18
9
10 11 12 13 14 15-------WEEK 19
16
17 18 19 20 21 22-------WEEK 20
23
24 25 26 27 28 29-------WEEK 21
30
DECEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6----------WEEK 22
7
8 9 10 11 12 13---------WEEK 23
14
15 16 17 18 19 20---------WEEK 24
21
22 23 24 25 26 27---------WEEK 25
28
29 30 31
JANUARY
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3-----------WEEK 26
4
5 6 7 8 9 10----------WEEK 27
11
12 13 14 15 16 17----------WEEK 28
18
19 20 21 22 23 24----------WEEK 29
25
26 27 28 29 30 31----------WEEK 30
FEBRUARY
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6 7------------WEEK 31
8
9 10 11 12 13 14-----------WEEK 32
15
16 17 18 19 20 21-----------WEEK 33
22
23 24 25 26 27 28-----------WEEK 34
MARCH
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6 7-------------WEEK 35
8
9 10 11 12 13 14------------WEEK 36
15
16 17 18 19 20 21------------WEEK 37
22
23 24 25 26 27
28------------WEEK 38
29
30 31
Okay
the gloves are coming off since these persecutors won't quit fucking
the hell with me. I know for a fact that if I can talk to lovely
Patricia Hollister,
I will get many of the answers that I need. I am GOING TO FUCKING
HIRE A PRIVATE DETECTIVE, and if I have to mother fucking literally
rob a bank to afford it, then so be it, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Y
SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”
(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951---(February 18, 2009)
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.
Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?
GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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BECAUSE
IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE
I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE
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SCYLLA GODDESS.
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GET
IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
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FROM THEM; AND ALL OF THIS ILLEGAL AND CRUDE AFTER HOURS BEHAVIOR;
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SEE
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Well, for two straight geeks and weeks, they have put me through a living shit-hell!!!!!!!!! Everyday this month is off the scale super botbar and super high Calliotammic as I refer 2 it as!!!!!!!!!! Computer is acting very weird also, and I will not B making a long blog, but it is the sworn duty to every officer of the court in this wicked and evil 'natio nation ratio ration', to avenge my MAJOR DEATH AND MURDER, AS I HAVE INDEED BEEN MURDERED BY THESE WICKED AND EVIL PEOPLE, mentioned in all dying utterances and declarations on all and any of my prior web-logging. Motorcycle trash R major bad, as they were 4 me back last Sunday, forgot 2 mention this on the post-weekend blogs, and last night my home theater was hit again on several occasions, the mono side cut out attack, and the deactivation of a VCR machine on several occasions when on. Health attacks, road attacks, being followed and threatened and violated, and the list reads like a who’s who in the “India Poverty Registry”, sorry Kali my love. I am despised 4 daring 2 B so madly in love with this fantastic great all mighty being, by our down-line perspective Aniwho.
I really was stupid and humanly innocent enough 2 believe that the guard we will call [Bearded Bob] for now and in future reference, when I am referring 2 the next-door property site of the post that I pull guard duty at on weekends, came over after ignoring me for two months, and deliberately tried to hack my mind. If I listened, what a damn fool I would B, as he also is convinced in the reality of those existing will get 2 experience oblivion and nirvana, same diff. I know 4 a fact that this is not true, as would anyone who would do precisely what I am about to tell, for the um-teenth time, just to make a more emphatic point. Try 2 understand something rapies and germios. If a bizarre set of esoteric coincidences were not directly in charge of directing a gargantuan plot on a cold December night into early morning, back in the year of 1969, my entire life, would B on such a totally different course, not only would none of these blogs B here, but internet and today’s world and this new age would not B. Complex pieces in a cosmic equation include Reagan being shot by Hinckley, and living verses dying, as in many hyperspaces, he lived, and in many he did not live, and also the great Lottery Cat would never have revealed himself 2 me, nor would lightning, nor through her, her cousin, Sarah-Stacey. Lois Foca, the song would not B in the US © office in Washington, DC, nor would any song I wrote ever, nor would they ever had been written, nor would I ever had been employed at the world renown Recorded Publication Sound Recording Studio. Never would Donna Summer have done her version of HAIR, musically, and HSM does indeed with no jokes meant, stand 4 both HYPERSPACE-ME’S AND HIGH SCHOOL MUSICALS, Doctor Margaret, of the Institute 4 Medical Research, Doctor Coryell. His and Her Majesty owned many a ship also, throughout many of my long centuries of existing in your mortal world HELL!!!!!!!! Another HSM, wow, ain’t there lots and lots ofem????????????????? Russell Thaxton U must understand, ON A SCHOOL NIGHT, rang my apartment door bell at one o’clock in the freaking morning, and if my mom had not been out on a date with Mr. Crown that night, both of us would have gotten what U all call in this weird modern, can’t obey the bible and hit your kids world, a time out so long that it would encircle the galaxy and then spin off into intergalactic deeper spaces. Don’t Fornication Upon Consent of King-ing Godsdamn laugh, this shit ain’t funny. Major aerial harassment is also ongoing; as I speak a loud roof scrapper is violating my civil rights and those of Mr. Himacane’s. This air siege is finally today, picking up what I call a major lapse in ‘pussy-command’. It has been very low based on a parallel event that brings it higher and higher up, the more the air siege without any let up continues 2 occur!!!!!!!!!! I literally, could have said hi 2 10 luscious young cakes around 25-35 and had my way with them, the way some were eyeballing me, I think I would honest to the gods been raped if I had been alone somewhere, and they were in one bunched up gang. Two of them in a food store in Stratford, NJUSAESMWG literally wanted to pinch my ass, to me this is all disgusting, I am old school, but my hearing is not failing nor fooling me, I heard what I heard, and saw them out of the corner of my eye, while bending down to get some tuna fish placed on a low shelf in the store. Think about what I could do to this EVIL EMPIRE, on any given day when so much of there siege results in this major freaking heightened PUSSY-COMMAND!!!!!!!!! I know that all of this sounds nasty, but we cannot always B as Tommy Roe polite when explaining things pertaining 2 so much gods awful wickedness and demonic activity. It amazes me that I can only talk to the future, but thank the gods, that U at least R listening 2 me, and THIS IS ‘ROCK’ THE GREAT’S, STAR TREK EQUATION, AS HE IS CRUSHING POOR SHATNER HALF 2 DEATH, with the emphasis of an emotional Hercules, that “THEY” absofuckinglutely knew that I would realize later if not SOONER, that who cares whether or not anyone is listening to me today? The unborn can hear me right now on the fourth dimension, thanx to the reality of distance delay teck or as it is called in the future DDT2, almost in fun, so it never can B wrongfully confused with the original DDT pesticides of the middle 20th century. No Bearded Bob, I am not trying 2 convince present day populations of shit anymore, my common sense eventually kicked in, nut smart as UR Mr. Chemical Engineer by week day and guard by week end, U know nothing about astrophysics nor the general and special relativity equations postulated by a good friend of my dad’s, My Einstein. Y won’t U send back some pop-ups 2 help me out of this nightmare, World Lab? Is it not strange and wildly weirdly coincidental that those tow friends of Sarah, Paula and Nina, R in this time period or a later one, into the more humane networks of society? Yeah, I search on Google two Sabrina; everybody does Except President Hopeful Branch. Anyone that does not C the wild coincidences and far out cousinly stories all taking form, has never Goggled up this entire story that I have been telling 4 close 2 two mortal world Earth annual periods, [years]. Godda freaking admit, it is a bit fantastic, am I really so wrong?????????
Well, I sent my 2 grand 2 the E-Trade and opened my account 2 days ago, and started with 2 long positions on the Dow Index Futures, and this means a profit of 200 bucks per every one hundred points that it climbs, so harass me all U fucking want 2 ya filthy pricky bastard toilet-seat-rockers!!!!!!!!!! Since the air shit won’t quit, fine and dandy mommy jumpers, as I speak a super low pass again, and planes both small and large, civilian and military, small but nasty kemtrails R back, loud jets and choppers as well, plus all that nice pussy-action!!!!!!!! Utility attacks, computer Lattisaw jack hack attacks, home theater and other devices weirdly manipulated under the total control of the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Yeah, guess it was my destiny 2B surrounded one way or another with Stacey’s, as even my landlady’s college daughter is a STACEY, and spelled with the [E], the way the Almighty spells her name. Go ahead plane, crash right the fuck in front of the trailer park. WHERE THE FUCK IS MULLICA TOWNSHIP POLICE and the NEW JERSEY STATE POLICE, when your constitutional and civil rights R getting totally wiped and whacked!!!!!???????????? I plan 2 take advantage of the pussy command, and get a string of luscious girlfriends as well, so Mizz Benitar, just keep hittin’ me with your best fucking shot; U just ga’hed and freaking fire away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hello to the future, screw back here in the time period where I am living. I know all about the King-Soifer World Lab, and I in the year 2301 jump out of a sky-car 2 my death, after I get kidnapped in Brigantine, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, this universe and hyperspace catalog as of time and date printed at top of this web logging report datfile. Officially, this is datfile 00001, and no matter what blog title or number that supersedes this one, each one will now become DATFILE 2, 3, 4 and continue 2 proceed upwards in chronological order. Chronis himself came to Brigantine in PLAYFIELD JZPXTEY-2953687, under the name in this datfile game, of Zuudlochronus, in some of my website docs and blogs on other non-site locations, I refer to the differences in spelling only 4 the record, that astrally HE sometimes spells his name with and sometimes without the English letter of [N]. Thank U for almost wrecking this horrible town a while back with SUNMAG. I need lots more natural disasters, floods, hurricanes which 4 two seasons have been blocked by Briggbase enemies using ANTIMAGNETICSOUNDMACHINE TECK, tornadic activity, volcanic activity, and tectonic platasonics, and water displacement balance teck, THANK U. I definitely need major help, this video game set to AVM is unfair and I challenge it on a 29-TFWPCG official level. Within a few months, a 16000 + DJIA Stock Market System will B there, just as I said that it will, as everything I say comes true, in every shade of black and blue, and still I wait 4 them 2 state, that I am here, Mizz Kirshty. U all know out in 2301 that Russ Thax came over in this video game set on AUDIO/VIDEO/MATERIAL-full trace laser scan, [FTLS] and that the first move was having Misses Goodfellow 6-D-influenced or SDI, 2 get horny and rape him, committing the heinous act of child abuse, endangerment, and contributing 2 the delinquency of a minor. Then move 2 was to SDI him to find the unopened fifth of straight Vodka, open it, and drink it all down in his room, the Ross Midnight Action was now further embarking. Then, since he knew we would both B literally floor wiped by my baseball bicep mom if caught together at 1 AM on a school night, or any night, he was in move three of VG-AVM SDI’d to come over with some strange ‘knowing’ that my mom would just happen 2B out on a date with boyfriend-Sid. Then move 4, as the RMA, or the Ross Midnight Action continued 2 progress and ensue, he SDI’s me 2 burn the remaining half of the magical contents of the locked ‘sea chest’ appearing box, in my bedroom apartment closet, in that early hour in early middish December in 1969-AD, in New Jersey, USAWSMWG. Now the super wowish RMA, remember from PB, the song Diana Ross had in 1985 called CHAIN REACTION, and what was the other object that was in the box B4 the great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah took it out of there both physically and astrally, but THE CHAIN, given 2 me by John Henningsen, given 2 me by a mister Hans Worshing from the Philadelphia Boys Club and the Big Brother’s Association of America. 2301, U all know my complete story back here in what U perceive as your past, but I am real here on a 3 dimensional plane, and just because more than 29 decades separates us in photonic distance, it is the same space on the fourth dimension. IC that all of the Google system now fits into your grand scheme of all of this, right down to this AVM DATFILE GAME 4, and includes all that I have been put through and experimented with. Now, I ask for a RELIEF-CLAUS, under the ACT OF UNUSUAL PRIORLIFERS DISCOVERIES or the Relcla of the UPD ACT, THANK U!!!!!!!!! I will now send back all of my material to all of the times to the United States Library of Congress for official ©. I demand a GAME OVER, please make papers appear in the 1990’s about this video game and Sarah Krassle. Thank U 4 compliance under the UPD Act.
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THE CASE FOR THE
UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECT
BY M. K. JESSUP
Transcribed by The Quantum Future Group Castelnau-Barbarens, France 2003
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On the evening of April 20, 1959, an astronomer committed suicide in Dade County Park, Florida. Inhaling automobile exhaust fumes, which he had introduced from the tail pipe through a hose into his station wagon, he died in the same academic obscurity in which he had lived, unheralded and almost unrecognized in his discipline. Ironically, the scientist’s only public recognition had come from lay people, who had read his series of four books about unidentified flying objects. Morris K. Jessup’s first book, The Case For the UFO, had tended to alienate him from his colleagues, though it came and went with relatively few sales. Its publisher sold it off to second-hand bookstores at $1.00 each. Today it brings $25.00 or better per copy, if you can find one. It was a paperback edition of the same book, published in 1955 by Bantam Books that enmeshed Jessup in one of the most bizarre mysteries in UFO history. An annotated reprint of the paperback was laboriously typed out on offset stencils and printed in a very small run by a Garland, Texas manufacturing company which produced equipment for the military. Each page was run through the small office duplicator twice, once with black ink for the regular text of the book, then once again with red ink, the latter reproducing the mysterious annotations by three men, who may have been gypsies, hoaxters, or space people living among men. The spiral bound 8 ½” X 11” volume, containing more that 200 pages, became known as The Annotated Edition. The reprint quickly became legend. A few civilian UFO enthusiasts claimed to have seen copies, and it was rumored that a few close associates of the late Mr. Jessup possessed copies. Many people claimed it simply had never existed. Because you are now holding a virtually exact facsimile of The Annotated Edition in your hands, it is most obvious that the book existed. But the big mystery still remains: why did a Government contractor go to so much trouble to reprint a book that had been rejected by the scientific community, and further to include mysterious letters to the author and even more bizarre annotations? And with this mystery goes the suspicion that the book may have been printed by the manufacturer at the request of the military, which implies Government interest in some of the weirdest aspects of “Flying Saucer” study.
Jessup’s Background Not much detail is known of Jessup’s life before he emerged as one of the early writers on UFOs, mainly because nobody has taken the trouble to do the needed research. Probably the most that Ufology knows about him prior to his involvement with flying saucers is contained on the jacket flap of his first book. He is described as having been an instructor in astronomy and mathematics at the University of Michigan and Drake University. The Jacket copy also notes that Jessup completed his thesis for the doctorate degree in astro-physics at the University of Michigan, though it does not state whether on not he was awarded the actual degree. In the academic business, usually the thesis is the thing that comes
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