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Hello
to Easter Sunday, and this will be a day where if the poor
old pathetic Mountainpen can't prove to his Blogaudians that JRSS or
the JAMES REDFIELD SYNCHRONICITY SYNDROME is real and beyond
absolutely incredible, then I truly need to quit, and give up,
and forget about ever doing one more blog,
for the rest of my miserable gash darn life; me' great folks, and
yessir Microsoft, folksingers toothpaste
TOO, YO YO YO YO!!!!
Here
is why I am saying this, folks; and before going into it, rarely will
I be doing highlights, and a whole lot of font coloration
alterations, and other non-text stuff; at least until after this
global pandemic nightmare is over, and my ability to get to a
computer repair shop or a public library if necessary, is again back
to normal, whatever the darn heck “NORMAL” really and truly is
any more, me' great wonderful kind peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
think that it has been well proven and established now, to
anyone with half working eyes and ears and a third working brain;
THAT THE VERY SAME EXACT FAWCES WHO PUT OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST TO
DEATH APPROXIMATELY 1990 YEARS AGO in Jerusalem, are
behind MY POST AUGUST 15, 1986 NIGHTMARE CURSE,
and especially the extremely wild and humanly illogical and
unexplainable paradox of complete and total utter absurd idiocy, that
Morianity calls the GAMBLERS DESTRUCTION
SYNDROME, and has discussed this on many
prior blogs, ever since this
blog-project began in 2006. Before moving on with this,
that darn DEATH ANGEL is just about NON-STOP, passing me on both me'
LEFT SIDE, and me' RIGHT SIDE!!!!!!!!! Sir Chester-Frank would say it
far better than I ever could, great people, with his now somewhat
globally famous bar utterance of,
“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!
Now
people, you'd think that 'SATAN', as he
is biblically referenced and named, and what Mountainpen's MORIANITY
calls the (M2F) and is just as ONE AND THE
SAME THING as the great fifties black and white TV-show's
character, (SUPERMAN and Clark Kent),
WOULD NEVER EVER DO the one thing that
would ultimately WIPE OUT HIS DEMONIC PLANS of injuring humanity and
of course then led to the crucifixion of Jesus Christ
and then following this as a direct result, the beginning of the
religion called Christianity. This, according to any and all
teachings of Christian Seminary, would be the quintessential MATTER &
ANTI-MATTER!!!!!! So too would be allowing a human being to gain so
much wisdom, by surviving an inconceivable amount of nightmare
hellishness that endlessly surrounds him, AND WHO THEN MANAGES
SOMEHOW TO SURVIVE IT, AND BECOME ULTIMATELY STRONGER FOR DOING SO!
BUT AGAIN, these FAWCES did just that, TO ME; FROM AUGUST OF 1986,
THROUGH THIS VERY PRESENT SATURDAY MORNING'S JUST PAST 6 AM
QUINTESSENTIAL DEATH HARASSMENT AND COMPUTER ASSAULT, THAT TOTALLY
WIPED OUT THIS COMPUTER, AND WITHOUT A MIRACLE
STRAIGHT FROM ALMIGHTY PINK GODDESS (LORDESS) JEHOVAH NEECEY KRASSLE,
WOULD BE JUST A PILE OF JUNK IN THE LANDFILL! The point to all
of this is that just as a gambler who has a loving family and knows
totally well in all logic that he will lose everything, his home, his
family, his way of life, his livelihood, all of it and more is he
won't stop his destructive reckless gambling habits, yet GOES RIGHT
ON DAY AFTER DAY THROWING IT ALL AWAY. I suppose an alcoholic and
many other similar things could all be classified into what I label
the GAMBLERS DESTRUCTION SYNDROME (GDS) for short. I suppose we could
even say this is the GODS if we want to make a little joke and game
on them for a change, by adding in the word 'obliteration', (Gamblers
Obliteration and Destruction
Syndrome) [GODS]!!!!!!!!!!!! But staying
with the point here, which is of utter and major consequence; I've
heard it said in churches back as a very young adult man, by
congregants, as well as pastors, and even on television with
televangelists, and just peeps having general conversations on the
boob tube concerning this very wild matter of, gee willagars yo, why
would this great devil who supposedly is the second most powerful
FAWCE in the cosmos right there under GOD HERSELF or ITSELF if you
prefer, or say HIM if you want to; but why would this powerful and
super highly intelligent being who should know better, such as that
gambler or alcoholic should also know better, yet keeps doing his
destructive thing and loses it all; but yes, that ultimate query of
WHY-WHY-WHY-WHY would SATAN, knowing fully well that KILLING CHRIST,
or having the SON OF GOD MURDERED, would lead directly to his
destruction; then go ahead and DO IT?????
I have for three plus decades now, wondered why this FAWCE THAT HAS
WIPED OUT MY LIFE (the church's SATAN) and (my M2F), do this to me,
while seeing that it only makes me get more and more onto things that
THIS FAWCE ABSOLUTELY DOESN'T WANT ME TO GET ONTO, and so folks, if
this is not the epitomized reflected sameness, to the world famous
quest for why SATAN KILLED JESUS CHRIST, then I do not know, and
never can know, JUST WHAT WOULD BE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This has bothered
me in ways that no words could hope to even begin to express, for at
least a quarter century now; and yet only TODAY,
(EASTER-SUNDAY) for crying out loudspeakers LOUD, Sir
MIGHTY MICROSOFT CORPORATIN; did I put this incredible and beyond
hyper-amazing duality of all of this
together!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I
was on PAGE ELEVEN,
and I quickly typed in this groupation
of FIVES, to avoid seeing that
horrible rotten JANE FONDA, digitally represented from
back in the spring time of 1993, with her eternal baseball-BRAVES-hat
on, and mocking me with her ONES-CLOCK-ASSAULT
that night in Atlanta, Georgia, USA, ESMWG, so HA-HA-HA-HA!!!! I
hope you enjoy 20 minnina-kalpa's of DOGTOWN!!!!!!!
Yes,
my survival of all of this POST
AUGUST-1986-NIGHTMARE-CURSE has somehow allowed me to become
unfathomably enlightened to TRUTHS of REALITY. The
desire to survive and beat these HALLOWEENTOWN
HALLS FAWCES OF MIZZ HOLLISTER,
AND KING/CALLIO FAMILY, as well
as simultaneously SEEK, AND KNOCK, AND DESIRE WISDOM AND TRUTHS, that
are behind all of these wild and horrible things that have suddenly
surrounded me; IS WHAT HAS ALLOWED ME TO KNOW ALL OF THE THINGS THAT
I KNOW NOW UP HERE IN THIS 2020 YEAR.
For anyone who's ever wondered, gee if the Mountainpen isn't a total
nutcase whack-job, and this is all true, and he knows so many wild
things; just how can he know all of this?????
Well, NOW YOU
KNOW the answer to that one.
Learn at least one new thing every day, and
you'll
always
be
ahead.
That was a great and wise sound bite from another one of me' COOLEY
HALL educators (teachers), the illustrious
Misses Mildred B. Young!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes great
folks and Blogaudians, it was my SURVIVAL
OF SO MUCH AGONY FOR SUCH A PROLONGED AMOUNT OF TIME THAT IS STILL AN
ONGOING NIGHTMARE EVEN AS I SPEAK RIGHT NOW, ALONG WITH MY INTENSE
DESIRE TO KNOW JUST WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME SINCE WHATEVER IT IS, IT
IS COMPLETELY INVISIBLE AND TOTALLY UNDETECTABLE, BY ANY RATIONAL, OR
LOGICAL HUMAN WORLD WAYS OF DETECTING, AND ANALYZING STUFF!!!!!!!!
I was not only suffering as much as any of you if you were in a
dentist chair every day for twelve hours with root canal work being
performed on very sore and infected teeth in your mouths, but at the
same time, was banging and banging on doors all over the world,
seeking, trying to find out what is happening all around me, not
being too afraid to ask any questions or do just about anything to
detect and learn all that could possibly be learned, day and night,
with every tick of the clock. Then before the nineteen-nineties had
even ended, it became literally 24-7, as I began to learn that our
sleeping and dreaming worlds are equally important and equally
connected to any and every single thing around us that is a part of
our so-called human real world waking life! Don't be too quick to
judge me oh world. None of you would have survived my life in a
million years, and I would be willing ANY DARN TIME, TO BET MAFIA
BORROWED MONEY, on a double or nothing wager, that this is so, with
no amount limit at all. Screw your ALLIGATORS, SIR MIKE SOFT CORP.
THAT is how darn buttwipe sure I am that this is all totally real,
correct, and true!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
I know that the entire universe/cosmos is nothing but an ultimately
advanced beyond super-high-tech computer-video-game of a sort, played
literally by the GODS of the ASTRAL PLANE (Purgatory), that piece of
reality that is literally in-between the zero dimensional void, and
the actual starting 'BIG BANG' or birth of our cosmos. The scientists
of the worlds of Quantum and Particle Physics and those who are
involved in the acceleration-tunnel projects, CERN LABS and others,
call this 'location' the PLANCK-TIME, after a great man of science
whose name was indeed, “PLANCK”. They scoff at my wisdom of just
what all of this truth is. I of course, knowing fully well that I am
right, scoff right back at all of them. We all are playing the game
of these GODS of the PLANCK-TIME (Purgatory) (Astral-Plane) and many
other names as well, from the Bardo, the spirit world, the psychic
planes, and on and on and on android0.3 NOT DON, but speaking of NOT
DON or ON, I told you all how I know for a fact that the typewriter
inventors were all part of this wild GASME-GODS-GAME, and this is why
GAMES when I type too fast and don't check out my words for accuracy,
come out as GASME, and many other things such as my original Jersey
2006-2009 blogs all talked about, such as TWO-TOW, USE-SUE, and if
you examine just me' past five blog chapters, you will see some more
pretty wild and clever GASME-GODS-GAMES at work in all of this,
yo!!!!!! Some times I reedit, some times I retype my own 'open-office
files', and then re-post the corrections, but leave prior blogs there
on purpose, to show how all of these mentioned things in my
incredible darn Morianity, is all so darn real, and so gash dog true,
yo BRO!!!
Being
“made in the image of these PURG-GODS”, we too have a huge desire
for PLAYING GAMES and is why we all have and most love sports, games,
the Olympics, and so on and so forth! Being made in their image is
also why we have the emotions and feelings that we do. The BIBLE
tells of many emotions experienced by both A-COPY, and B-COPY SSJKK
(God and Jesus), and even C-COPY (the Holy Ghost), can be grieved.
That is absolutely biblical, so read it, or ask your dog darn pastor
if you doubt me' words. Our love of GASME-GAMES and all the stuff we
gravitate towards, right down to and including our more modern era's
video and computer gaming, is just like the real games only sort of
dumbed way way down, or AGAIN, Biblically, like “Seeing through a
darkened glass”! I know my BIBLE, and how about you, you crooked
(for the most part) televangelist slime scum, who dare to use the
ALMIGHTY to make your fortunes???!!!!!!
I
now will give my blogging audience this following darn CAVET or
(warning), in more of a modern day verbiage translation!!!!! If 5
days and nights go by without my POSTING A BLOG AT THE BLOGGER-GOOGLE
WEB-SITE, I have been silenced by BLACK HAT HACKERS WHO HAVE WIPED
OUT ME' COMPUTER, and will be off-line until the ending of this
NIGHTMARE GLOBAL PANDEMIC HEALTH CRISIS. As you all know, it was a
miracle that I got up and running after the 6 AM assault on me and
this computer, MY LEGAL PROPERTY!!!!!!!!! Crimes as you know, against
me, DO NOT EVER GET PROPERLY PUNISHED BY MY ENEMY AUTHORITY
PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I no longer have any love nor respect for any
authority as a result. I will obey, but I will no longer respect any
of it, ever again. WHY THE DARN 'EF' SHOULD I, for crying out
loudspeakers-LOUD, YO BREEEEEEEEE????? So until the end of this
health crisis comes, public libraries and internet cafes are all
closed down as you all know, as are any and all local computer repair
shops. So if I get my FIRST AMMENDMENT RIGHTS VIOLATED AGAIN and
without higher plane remedy; and five days and nights pass without a
blog from the Mountainpen; then you will know that until the crisis
is over, so are me' doggone blogs, me' great Blogaudians!!!!!!!
So
here is what was done to me: I was correcting a previous blog's
misspellings and other errors, and adding colors and highlights, and
suddenly I was struck super darn hard by the MILITUFORCE BLACK HAT
HACKER GROUPATION. They gave me a BRAND NEW HACK that I'll now call
and label as the (IMMOVABLE-HIGHLIGHT-HACK), or for a shortened
abbreviation, the (IH-HACK). All of a sudden, some of the highlighted
text on my document would not go away no matter what I did. If some
of it did eventually go off, it was instantaneously replaced with
another area close by, that picked it up. Here is a quick example,
only it was only as highlighted as a normal area gets when we
highlight it with our mouse or whatever newer tech way they do it.
I'm
so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh
and new, let me ask you really nicely can you spare us just a
few. SUDDENLY, when I attempted to
change a color in a certain grouping of words, a section close by
would highlight up, and would not go away no matter what I would try
and do. Now, just as with what happened yesterday morning, when I
finally did make the area go back to normal, then another area would
become infected by their hacking-virus, such as in the example now:
I'm
so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new, let me ask you
really nicely can you spare us just a few.
SUDDENLY, when I attempted to change a color in a certain
grouping of words, a section close by would
highlight up, and would not go away no matter what I would try and
do. Now, just as with what happened yesterday morning, when I
finally did make the area go back to normal, then another area would
become infected by their hacking-virus, such as in the example now:
Then
folks, after about two minutes of trying to get out of the hack and
without success, I even tried to bring up a new file, and the very
same infection was on my master system of typing in a file name to
make a particular job come onto the system. The only thing I could do
then was to manually shut down as I do in many cases of a MAJOR HACK
AND A MAJOR CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATION AND SEVERE ELDER ABUSE ON ME. When
I reopened the computer or rebooted as peeps in the industry say, I
went to input me' PASSWORD, and it came up saying invalid, and would
not allow me to get back into me' own computer. I tried and tried for
five minutes or so, and no darn dice. I then unplugged the entire
system and modem and everything for five minutes. Still, no dice. I
tried it again for a little bit longer, and then when it came on, and
before the password request screen came on, instead of using me'
“ENTER-KEY” to reboot the WINDOWS-7 system, I let the
auto-counter just tick away by itself that manually will turn it all
back on after 30 seconds. Fearing that the hack could be in my
ENTER-KEY, I did not use it after typing in me' password, but rather,
I used me' darn mouse, and I clicked the tiny little box to the right
of the password box. POOF, I was BACK IN!!!!! I have naut shut off
me' system since. I allow it to go into the 'SLEEPER-MODE', and the
only way to bring it on again is to hit the ENTER KEY, and it works.
This has not worked for five or six years, so I know the HACK IS
SOMEHOW IN ME' DARN ENTER-KEY. But as soon as I get another
involuntary computer update screen where the system goes through new
updates; it will require the password again, so I give the caveat to
my Blogaudians that if I am not up on a blog for 120 hours, then look
for me when the Corona-Virus crap is all over an done with, and naut
before. Also, there is another possibility besides an update that
will cause me to need to use a password, and this is an electrical
outage or interruption, black or brown out. As soon as this pandemic
junk ends, I intend to go to a geek store and have my password system
removed. I never use financial stuff on the machine, so I don't need
a password. If someone does something, what else is new? My entire
adult and even kid life is one long never ending grouping of major
and nasty criminality being done against me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
must stop the blog now for an hour TV break, so I can
enjoy a great old nineteen-sixties show that the great “ME-TV”
airs at 4 in the morning on Sunday's, called, “The
Time Tunnel” with that
awesome lovely Mizz Lee Meriwether. I am
NAUT misspelling her name, as she plays the role of that beyond white
hot gorgeous 'ANN' on the show, and Mike
Soft and his Hellwrecker-Spellchecker is of no help in
spelling her name, as most unusual or rare surnames are not within
the dictionary systems of most word processing programs!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll be 'bacccchk' shortly, oh
Governor Arnie Muscles, so pweeeeeze do
naut TERMINATE ME, YO!!!!!!!!! TANX, and
a great big huge gargantuan “BOOOOOOOM”! And now me' great
awesome peeps out there 'somewhere', and to quote lovely
non-Dawn-Marie King or EVIL-CHUCKIE here yo; “I'm
BACK”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Great show, as always. It brings back a lot
of memories about the following orbital time for good old Comet-H and
my lovely 1986 year. OH BOY, mom!!!!!
Now
let us move on and finish up this whittle darn blog, folksingers and
yessir Mike Soft, folksingers toothpaste TOO!!!!!!!!
It
is beyond major obvious to me, that both my
Atlantic City ENEMIES, as well as (ICPE-APE-TECH)
parallel event, and proving all of me' claims concerning the endless
nightmarish connections with the DOW
JONES
STOCK
MARKET,
DONALD
JOHN
TRUMP,
AND MYSELF,
EVER SINCE THE NINETEEN-EIGHTIES; all being real and true,
and absolutely indisputable; will cause me every single time I really
go to town on blogs and attempt to prove these things with most
recent current event 'happenings', with or without any 1969 assists
from the great Sir Mister Count Von Marcucci
of the Shaver-Cuts-Club of
all non-Roseann Delaney's EVERYWHERE; that there will be a
never missed, and extremely dependable “RONALD
REAGAN” IMMEDIATE-COUNTER-ATTACK, and major PUNISHMENT
for the Mountainpen which is of course,
another perfect example of Clark Kent
and SUPERMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!! The
MILITUFORCE won't permit me to keep
taking advantage of PERFECT
SITUATIONS
that come along about as rarely, OR ALMOST as rarely, as Haley's
darn Comet; where circumstances
in the life of Planet Earth, will be absolutely favorable for
proving my claims; NAUT WITHOUT THEM GIVING ME A MAJOR KNEE JERK
REACTION COUNTER-STRIKE ANIWHO, YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!
Dennis
Snyder wouldn't be able to say his famous lines any better if you
gave him a plate of steroids and a billion dollars cash money for
doing so, “And
that's just reality, son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
won't lie. I waited about eight years and it was somewhere in the
early summer time in the year of 2012, and I remember clearly as a
clanging church-bell, thinking one day to me'self, “I am going to
wait for a really totally perfect day and time where stuff in the
world is going on where I can absolutely prove that the stock market
has done just what I claim that it has ever since 1986, and then I'll
do a MAJOR MAJOR BUNCH OF BLOGS about it all!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Screw your
darn rotten ALLIGATORS, Mister Microsoft!!!!!!!!!! That annoying
DEATH-ANGEL is passing me
NON-STOP, all day, all night,
sometimes even while sleeping and waking me up, and this has been
extra bad since the ending days in 2019, but as 2020 came in and got
more and more into the late winter and then the spring time, like
WOW, as the kids would put it,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is totally darn WEEDEEKAWUSS,
lovely 'Katy Fightsongs' of 1997,
before you became the great and wonderful KP and always acted like
you wanted to knock my lights out up there in Abseacon near your
great wonderful Uncle Admiral's FAA-Technical Center in the
neighboring town of Pomona, just west of the
DQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE oh wonderful Sir
Chester-Frank, and mighty 'Shoeknockeroutter' toothpaste
TOO, yo!!!!!! Yessir world, I waited for a long EIGHT DARN YEARS, and
then IT HAPPENED, and I began shouting out about it just last darn
week, did I NAUT, MIZZ
LOVELY AT&T BLAKE
from good old 1983??????????????? I feel that I have MADE ME'
CASE, and shown you all just how real what I have claimed all darn
along, truly is, yo yo yo yo BRAHHHH!!!! And yessir world, I
HAVE BEEN AS YOU ALSO ALL KNOW BY NOW, EXTREMELY PUNISHED AS A
RESULT, WITH ALL OF THIS INCREDIBLE ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE AND HARASSING
PERSECUTION FROM THIS CRIMINAL EVIL DISEASED MILITUFORCE
(M2F)!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
yes, on the great CNN, I was watching some very trustworthy reports
telling how Trump after making his trip to JAPAN a short while back,
was all tantrum'd out and throwing a four year old hyper-fit, about
the so-called “crashing stock market”. That is all he ever cares
about, and it is also ALL THAT HE EVER HAS CARED ABOUT SINCE THIS
NIGHTMARE WITH HIM, AND PARALLEL EVENT, AND MY DEATH PERSECUTION, ALL
GOT STARTED IN THE DARN NINETEEN-EIGHTIES, YO YO YO YO YO YO ME'
BRO!!!!!!! If it takes me 700 darn butt-wiping years, I am going to
get my TRUE STORY BELIEVED BY THIS ENTIRE EARTH-PLANET YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO BREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Yes
folks, and Microsoft darn folksingers and toothpaste's as well; ALL
ALONG SINCE THE SIXTIES, AND SEVENTIES, AND EIGHTIES; lovely and
incredible awesome Patricia Bitethroat Hollister Howard has been some
kind of a major hub in all of these things. She, unlike Paula King or
Sarah Callio of eastern-No Joysey, is the real and true WITCH OF
ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG. I told a little bit about “the witch
from Atlantic City” to quote me'self from the summer time of 1980,
to the dude I now refer to as JOE, the “MAFCO electrician”, at
the famous Jefferson Street Mac-Andrews & Forbes Company, in
Camden, NJUSAESMWG, while I was working as a security guard there,
contracted by the world famous WELLS FARGO SECURITY COMPANY, the very
same security company that we've all seen in the western movies where
robbed stage coaches were involved. But at those times where I was
telling electrician JOE about THE WITCH from AC-NJ, I was naut
thinking of lovely PATTY HHH, but rather, SARAH from AC-NJ! Keeping
things totally honest and BOB SCHLEIGH 'REAL' heredahelda and HERE
folksingers and FOLKS; all I knew for sure back in those times, was
that some force somewhere was definitely screwing with me, and
already had robbed me from a large chunk of my human life in present
persona of the blown out from Purgatory's realm into this
STM of 5th dimensional hyperspace. Now as I stated
recently, I am sure that many of my wild dreaming-interactions from
these 1980 days, including the goddess PAULA
singing that 'LOIS-FOCA' song to
me, at the outside area of Frailenger's Salt
Water Taffy Store on 10-SC Avenue, to
Gawky Gaukauk the magical ASTRAL BLACK PANTHER CAT that has
absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the ALLSTATE INSURANCE, or
great African-American leaders of the past, and Mister “PHONY-VOICE”
Denzell Washington, but rather, it had very
much to do with my practice from time to time, of the mighty Astral
World's spirit-travel meditation handbook-instructional manual, known
as the “FASCITAR”!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just like the famous sixties drug, LSD; people can get all kinds of
AFTER-EFFECTS from using both that drug as well as that exact method
of physical plane meditation, when those precise instructions for
practicing this spirit travel stuff is performed. In real honest
candor and truth peeps, perfect practice of this meditation will
bring people who use this to practically the exact same and similar
situation as an LSD taker would have. The only
difference is that you CANNOT,
AT LEAST IN THE YEAR OF 2020, BE
BUSTED OR GET A CRIMINAL
RECORD for doing it, as it is
not against any laws of this time period.
Who knows about the photon-projection, as far as the photon memory,
well, we all have heard the tales of the many witch trials and witch
burnings. But right now in the present times, well, use it at your
own risk folks as there are no guarantees to how your life may become
effected by doing it on a regular basis, and I never told anyone that
it was as safe as a sleeping babe in a mother's arms. I don't lie or
tell stories, unlike the 45th President of this
nation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I have indeed used FASCITAR many times, and
sometimes I even used the I-CHING in the very same way that it was
used in that fictional television soap show of the sixties, “DARK
SHADOWS”. These things ARE QUITE REAL, at least they were very real
for me when I screwed around with both of them, and that, I'll swear
in a court of law, any time, and anywhere, yo BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But
people, remember thissssssss and remember it good, yo; PATTY HHH was
no ordinary person. She did things that normal peeps do not do like
talk to dead people on a regular basis, chant, do Wiccan practices,
eat strange foods, and organize things to happen, at least IMHO, that
would have major reasons for her wanting them to happen but to happen
without any trace or proofs that she had anything to do with it, and
of course, I thinkwe all know what is being discussed here and that
is, two things for the really smart peeps; one, my getting the
information for using FASCITAR, and two, secretly
having our daughter with me as well as keeping the masses of this
world ignorant to the true facts behind it all. Those
not willing to be open minded right away love to laugh at me and say,
“Hey Mark you darn bone head, you're lying because you're white”.
Well, I have told the story of why my dad at the tender age of
sixteen years, abruptly left his home in Toledo, Ohio, and joined the
Merchant Marines, after learning of his heritage on his REAL father's
side. This information would have been forever lost if not for
something huge and something that I have yet to get into even after
these fourteen plus years of blogging some way out there stuff to
this world, yo BRRRRRRR!!! And just as John Denver didn't buy the RED
SEA, oh SSJKK, I don't buy that darn hairbrush being swiped by that
trained seagull that day in Atlantic City, right there at the area of
my kid's conception, not a dozen yards to the south of the precise
spot where lovely PHHH had her way with me when I was fourteen and a
half years old, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, and a great big huge WONDERFUL OPRAH
WINFREY TOOthpaste TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
are quite a lot of things that I haven't told, if anyone can believe
that to be possible after reading most or all of the things I've
posted during the past fourteen and a quarter years on these blogs
now. Some of these things may just be around the corner for me to
begin getting into with the world of the public domain. Much of it
connects SOUND AND VOICES, and also how our mighty and deranged
power-monger President Trump was also so fascinated by these very
same things while growing up with his parents in Queens, NYUSAESMWG,
and then right into his adult life too, just as with
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now does lovely PHHH fit into that amazing
mess too??? You can bet your sweet butt it does, lovely AMY Madigan
Cornfields All-dreams, from late in the
nineteen-eighties!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In fact, it all connects into
COOLEY HALL, Bruce Alan Pennock, Bob McDowell, tape recorders, Patty,
Paula, Melanie, and even Julia White herself. But it is all connected
into many things beyond just this, such as
why exactly my parents were DESTINED TO MEET at the
Philadelphia Naval Shipyard just
to the south of the Walt Whitman Bridge,
where my dad, and the great Professor Einstein, were all a part of
a very wild and militarily denied experiment, and while my dad was
dating my mom while she was employed at the great, and yes absolutely
world famous and renown LAVINO SHIPPING
COMPANY, that became a very active and powerful part of
the great WORLD WAR ll WAR EFFORT.
I can go on an
don and on here, and no, you hacked
out junk GASME-GODS-GAMERS,
not 'on an don an don', yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!
Every
single part of life, when reexamined in that magical kingdom called
“the land of HINDSIGHT”, will always
display truths that can never ever pop into our conscious mental
awareness while we actually are living through the events in
real-time. That is a truth because that is literally a 7th
dimensional law or what Morianity has labeled in these blogs, 'THE
BOM', as “LAWTRONICS”! You cannot escape the Lawtron. You will
defy gravity first.
THE
END, AND SMELLING REALLY ROTTEN!!!
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION,
AND
FEELING ANYTHING
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT
REAL 'GOUUUUUUD'
4:10
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
SATURDAY
MORNING
11
APRIL, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
I'M
UNDER A MAJOR DAMN ATTACK!
THE
BLOGS
OF
MOUNTAINPEN
©
2006-2020
MARK
WAYNE
MOHR
ALL
RIGHTS RESERVED ®
THE
'BOM'
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB
CHAPTER
62
MAJOR
DEATH SIEGE ON ME!
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
SO
WHO IS TRYING TO SEND ME A MESSAGE
WITH MY THROAT
BEING CHOCKED
ON MY BLOG PHOTO; OH GREAT FBI,
YO?????????
YOU
WON'T FIND THIS ON THE POSTED BLOGS PEEPS, AS IT IS ONLY SHOWING UP
ON MY OWN OPEN-OFFICE FILES.
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
SATURDAY,
APRIL 11, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WANING
GIBBOUS 4:6
N.M.
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WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
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do I hear Mortimer Mortino every day around a hundred times now. We
all know why of course. Gee willagars! Here comes my favorite damn
hack, that good old trustworthy (`~HACK). WEEEEEEEEEEEE and yes
lovely Dairy Queen 1997 Katy, totally
and absofuckinglutely WEEDEEKAWUSS, ludicrous, and totally beyond
absurd!!!!!!!!!!
My
Comcast Cable froze up last night while watching the L&O
TV-show on the Sundance HD-CHANNEL. I had to reboot and also have the
system remove the hacked-errors on my cable modem box. After that, it
returned to normal ops. Another big ass WEEEEEEEEEE for the great Sir
Shoeknockeroutter Chester-Frank from NO JOYSEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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For
a very long time, in human terms and definitely not in cosmic terms;
Morianity has now been around. On the internet, it's been since
January of 2006, and the original Old Testament Bible of Morianity
was dictated by me the Mountainpen, onto cassette tape format back
when tapes were just starting to get replaced by the digital age and
CD's and other things that now in 2020 are also pretty much out of
style. Everything is done on the interconnected networking system
(internet) and for those who hate all of this such as myself and I do
have plenty of company in the age categories matching my own and
older; but yes, the new world has become a very difficult world to
navigate in. In fact, I have gone from sort of being the unofficially
uncrowned king of analogue, into the mutation and ugly devolved
ignorant dinosaur of the new age digital world sociological order. To
quote Dennis Snyder the great from Elm, New Jersey, USA; “And
that's just reality, son”!!!!!!!!!!!!
Last
night's major nocturnal interactions that for me, since I ain't a
damn morning person, and never was since me' middle late teens;
needing to be more accurate here and say this early afternoon's
sleeping-interactions, were filled with wild, weird and mysteries
intrigue, to say the very least, and keep things major compressed,
nut-shelled, and incredibly abridged. Lightning was in my wild
dreaming interactions in her LIGHTNING-FORM, making wonderful lovely
designs and shapes and colors all over a dark and stormy sky. Right
after the storm had abated, my double in this particular parallel
universe, began to interact with some really nasty and unpleasant
older men who were in charge of my local, or me' doppelganger's local
HOUSING AUTHORITY over there in that alternate reality of the vast
and virtually limitless fifth dimensional hyperspace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They treated 'me' like shit and tried to eventually place me in a
very rotten and extremely large house with several families all
living there, which I jknew immediately would not be a place where I
could live in with any reasonable amount of peace. Before this and
right after the lightning storm, I was speaking to a group of about a
half dozen mean tough types around my age or a little bit younger,
and they treated me like total dog fucking shit. Then after getting
nowhere, and by the way, in that alternate reality, there was no
present time Corona-virus going on in the world, I suddenly became
aware that I was about twenty five years younger in this place, and I
had met with some pal who I absolutely do not know over here in
(waking-life) or in this atomic signature dimension of vibratory
matter. I was in his car and he had driven to several places to see a
few of his friends and I was just tagging along, and we all ended up
at some weird kind of medium sized shopping mall eventually. Before
we actually got there and while parked outside of a home of one of
his pals for several minutes, an incredibly gorgeous young goddess
exited the home next door to that one and walked by the car where I
was just sitting in. After she had walked around the area for maybe a
minute or so, she doubled back and as she got nearer to the car in
the driveway where I was sitting in the passenger front seat of, she
took a large stone that was in her hand and threw it very hard,
smashing my pal's windshield. She then just walked back into her
house as if nothing had happened. When my friend came out a minute
later with one of his friends with him, I told him what had just
occurred, and pointed to the windshield of his car. But without
getting Mister Tobycouch too excited here folks, and yes, folksingers
and heredahelda toothpaste too, yo yo yo yo Mister Mike Soft; the
windshield was perfectly okay as if nothing had ever happened to it
at all. After we all got back on the road and were half way from
there to this mall, the dude I was with pushed a play button on his
car music system which was very tinny and cheap sounding, and the
music that played was the famous track on the '2001 A Space Odyssey',
with those incredible drums followed by the music and then the drums
again, that everyone has heard. This over there in that universe, I
was led to believe, was a brand new hit recording that was playing
on radio stations continuously. When we got to the mall, very strange
things even more strange than so far, began to happen as we all sat
down at the local eatery area of the mall. Two gigantic loudspeakers
the size of rock concert stage monitors were hanging over the food
court area, and a song began to play, and it was my fishing song from
2013, “You'll Be Crossing Over”, only it wasn't me singing it
with my daughter electronically doing a harmony track along with me,
but was HER SONG in that parallel world. As it was playing, I somehow
managed to dominate my double and became the dominant and no longer
just the recessant dreamer that sees sort of a movie in front of him;
literally becoming a successful TYPE-3-Exploratron. I was in the
middle of a bite of ice cream, and my pal whose name I have
absolutely no conscious memory of now; tapped me on the shoulder and
said, “Paula King is going to get you if it takes 500 damn years”.
I was almost nuts at that very moment in time there, and I blurted
out, “What made you say this to me”? He then said, “Are you
deaf”? I just looked at him as the song's final 4th
verse was ending and then the local disc jockey blurted out, “And
as we all know, there was lovely Paula King doing her greatest hit
from 2013 called “Girl We Know Everything”. Suddenly the DJ's
voice got super loud and he began laughing very annoyingly and
totally raucously. He then said, “And you will die in your rotten
PH Apartment MARK HADDONWOOD MOHR”. I almost was in the throws of a
full fledged fucking coronary thrombosis at this point, and then I
remember another song being thrown on the mall's PA system, and
blaring through those very same HUGE ASS Eatery loudspeakers; and
this song was a song that I never heard before, here in this universe
and reality where I now am awake and typing this blog at five in the
goddamn morning, me' wonderful people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
END, AND SMELLING REALLY GOUUUUD.
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION,
AND
FEELING ANYTHING
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT
REAL 'GOUUUUUUD'
1:20
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
FRIDAY
MORNING
10
APRIL, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
I'M
UNDER A MAJOR DAMN ATTACK!
THE
BLOGS
OF
MOUNTAINPEN
©
2006-2020
MARK
WAYNE
MOHR
ALL
RIGHTS RESERVED ®
THE
'BOM'
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER OF MARK WAYNE MOHR BY TRUMP AND HIS MOB
CHAPTER
61
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
SO
WHO IS TRYING TO SEND ME A MESSAGE
WITH MY THROAT
BEING CHOCKED
ON MY BLOG PHOTO; OH GREAT FBI,
YO?????????
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
FRIDAY,
APRIL 10, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WANING
GIBBOUS 3:6
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5
F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q.
WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
The
DEATH-ANGEL is really fucking hounding me again with
continuous pass by attacks on both my left and my right sides, day
and night. Yes I wrote this on the previous blog chapter, and the
following day, Thursday, MISTER MORTIMER MORTINO has been passing by
me over and over and over, literally almost continuously, more than
eleven mother fucking times since waking up at around three in the
goddamn afternoon. My dick licking fucking cum-puke-her is acting up
with endless weird shit that just keeps coming and coming also, JUST
LIKE MISTER DEATH FROM SDK-PURG! This was another nasty
ass fucking BOTBAR DAY, and every day this entire week, the
stock market has absolutely flown, except for the one
little tiny wee down day of about a couple dozen points or so, and
was one of
the best weeks in the history of the M2F's DOW JONES STOCK MARKET,
according to the CNN-crawl at the bottom of the TV-screen. Oh sure
world, that market has nothing to do with me and everything to do
with what is germaine around the world. Okay then let's examine that
major ass fucking flaw real quickly here, jkind folksingers and kind
FOLKS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here
are all the wonderful facts happening the world and nation over, in a
major compressed nutshell. 16,800,000 unemployment claims in the past
couple weeks in America, the C-Virus death totals in the USA stand at
around 16,000, and with hot spots all over the place, and health care
professionals literally beside themselves in near panic and worry,
the majority of little business people and poor folks all over all
fifty states still unable to get the bank loans being promised, and
to date, no
one I know anywhere has been able to get a thing other than very ill,
or a FREE
TRIP TO THE PURGATORY! And yet, all week long the
market has TOTALLY FLOWN LIKE A HOT AIR BALLOON WITH A JET ENGINE,
AND CHOPPER BLADES. Practically everyone is having major difficulty
getting their unemployment claims even processed due to web-page
crashes and other inefficient business practices, where
the poor are involved, and AS ALWAYS. And then we have
Cheerleader Trump every day putting on his 'DONALD TRUMP I'M GOD
ALMIGHTY SHOW', at the great and fantastic, and ever so damn
trustworthy NON-JULIA
(WHITE HOUSE)!!!!! Yes, if this sounds like this should
be the week for the highest
weekly Dow Jones gain in history,
or one of them; maybe someone somewhere needs to explain a few basic
so-called business realities, TO ME.
Now on the other hand, should I be right concerning the real truths
of what steers that fucking demonic stock market just as claimed by
me ever since middle 1986; we have the MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING DEATH
SIEGE PERSECUTION OF LAST FRIDAY AND LAST SUNDAY that created this
“BEST WEEK ON THE STOCK MARKET EVER”,
and we also have something called MOMENTUM.
They don't need to pour it on me with that same amount of horrendous
and monstrous fervor any more, once they score with a sufficient
amount of momentum. AND THEY DID, and THAT is why there was no death
siege that other day, nor was there today for that matter, as it no
longer is necessary ONCE A PROPER AMOUNT OF MOMENTUM causes me a
minimum amount of needed MISERY-UNITS, huh sir Clarence Harris of
1997 and Assistant to Federal-Congressman Robert Andrews, of Haddon
Heights, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG????????????????? Now any power or
interested global authority out here can access and archive my old
early 2009 blogs, to see the VERY FUCKING EXACT SAME THING HAPPEN
BACK IN EARLY FEBRUARY OF THAT YEAR, about two weeks or so after
President Obama was sworn into the office, and became the 44th
President of the United States. Trump of course insists on taking
such incredible fucking credit for a positive American economy,
basing it on the stock market more than anything else, which is utter
nonsense of course; but my point is that I left the King's home at 65
Middle Road in Hammonton, on that Sunday afternoon, to drive to my
job as a security officer at the Cifaloglio site; and when I
approached an intersection at the Hammonton Skating Rink, I was
absolutely brutally damn fucking cunt assaulted by the MILITUFORCE.
They made the traffic light burn me after a seven second green light
that always lasted for thirty seconds, and then a gigantic gang of
motorcycles heading southbound, came by, harassing me at the very
same time, that in a northbound direction, a CRASH LEVEL PRIVATE
AIRPLANE WAS DIVE-BOMBING MY CAR. I don't soon forget major extra
powerful sieges like that one, and I still talk about it to this day
as you see here on this blog, when the mother fucking times are
appropriate for 'bringing' it 'up,
baby', and lovely
Latengrate Katherine Hepburn. Now after that siege in
early February in 2009, their crashed 'DJIA stock market' in the six
thousands, shot back up and never looked back, JUST AS IT DID NOW IN
OUR PRESENT FUCKING CUNT TIMES after
bottoming out, AND JUST AS I SAID
THAT IT WOULD, LOVELY GINA, AND TOLD YOU; in the low
eighteen-thousands!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Again, my blogs
can all be archived, as they're all GOOGLE-BLOGGER officially time
stamped, and anyone seriously wishing to verify anything such as the
great almighty Quanico FBI-LABS, can take it to the ultimate step,
and see that no one went back to reedit anything, so it would look
like I am some fucking prophet who's just trying to score here and
prove all sorts of FAKE-POINTS and create all sorts of FAKE-NEWS.
Don't ever confuse me with my goddamn miserable distant-cousin here
please people, Sir President DONALD JOHN TRUMP. When we want to
deceive other people, we accuse them of being the fakers and the
phonies. That old saying,
“It takes one to know one”
was invented for this exact example here. To throw suspicion off of
ourselves, we need to immediately accuse the other guy or gal. Just
like Mister enemy Mex-605 next door to me, when he accused me of
making all the damn noise around here, and having women in my place
at three in the morning. This is all the oldest trick in the books of
the crooks, and I don't mean to rhyme the crime, but yes peeps, this
is all old dogshit to law enforcement professionals who know the way
bad peeps all fucking operate. Deep down, Mister 1990 Robinnette sir,
I know they know that my Morianity is real and true but they all have
to serve their evil demonic monster whom they love so much for the
gods only know what possible reason. I suppose that Judas Iscariot
had reasons for his feelings and actions too when he knifed our Lord
to death, and betrayed him two thousand mother fucking years ago,
yo!!!!!!!! I stopped trying to figure out goddamn humanity a very
long ass time ago, me' BRO!
Jane
fucking Sleazeweedsdisease JUST NAILED ME WITH THAT MOTHER FUCKING
CUNT HUFFING PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN ASSAULT OF HERS; SO HERE IS ME'
GODDAMN CUNT-PHLEGM-RAPE-TION, OR (COMPENSATION) to be a bit more
polite!!!!!
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As
for why I said what I did concerning a mark on my throat on the
previous blog, it seems that it does not show up when posted on the
bloggers-site, but on my files, there is a bar
right across my throat, where
the PHOTOBUCKET sign is. These things are not just happening
by random chance, and I know that whole heartedly, and without any
needed assists from Mister Jacob Reese
on the “L&O”-TV-Show, with any
and all drive-by shootings or killer-hurricanes notwithstanding
heredahelda, and just plain old HERE Mister Mike Soft, yo yo yo
BRRRRR!
The
weather was quite hot yesterday, Thursday, here in Fort Pierce,
Florida, USAESMWG. It hit 91 or 92 here and down a few dozen miles
south of me in the Palm Beaches, it hit 95. The humidity even here in
the 'cooler' territory made it feel 95 degrees according to the one
of the clock weather stats and reports on 'TWC', (The Weather
Channel). Also it was showing up as mostly cloudy, but it was more
like mostly sunny with a few big roller-by clouds. As of around one
of the clock on Thursday disafsternoon, the winds were blowing from
the west at 5 miles per hour, and the humidity was 45%. Last night at
around ten or just past, a beyond gorgeous brilliant huge low hanging
copper-color moon, began to come out of the ocean and became visible
on my 6th floor building vestibule's south side facing
windows, shining so awesome just to the left of the Federal
Courthouse Building. I could have literally eaten her up she was so
gods awful beautiful and ravishing. There really is only
one Goddess-Diana. Thank you lovely DZA for bringing me
your incredible copper moon last night, you great big lovely
girl!!!!!
I
felt really bad for my pal Mister Mike Patterson who telephoned me at
around just past six and then again at just past nine. For reasons
that obviously have to do with my enemies and their endless fucking
utility-harassing-trickery on me, the message he left me while I was
in the bath tub, I never got. When he called me back, he told me that
his brother Joe had gone to the Purgatory. He broke down and cried,
and I was happy to let him use my shoulder for a half hour or so to
pour out his woe-wiz-me's. I know how losing people we care about
feels. Death is so extremely fucking final because to quote him, “For
the rest of our time on Earth, we will never be able to talk to them
again”. Of course, not only can we, but normally we all do, in
hyperspace. The mortal world explanation for having lots of dreams
about a person close to us who we lose to Mister Mortino, is just a
bunch of psychiatric babble as far as I'm concerned. Our spirit self
or TRUE SELF needs to find their doubles in the vast 5th
dimensional hyperspace, hence, we then begin having many
DREAMING-EXPERIENCES with them, in parallel realms. When me' mom woke
up from this Earthly 'dream', I had several years of almost nightly
'DREAMS' in very localized hyperspace, where she was with me and
still under Paula King's DEATH-SPELL where she just kept looking at
me, and cannot seem to utter a fucking word. In any event, Mike will
get through it. We never get over it, but we do get through it. I
think that I heard just this thing said tonight on the TV, since our
wonderful fucking DEATH ANGEL
is touching so many people all over the world. And yes folks, that
bastard is all over the place, and just since I got out of bed at
just past three, I have heard this super annoying damn prick
one-hundred-fifteen times, as of right now. He is really really on
the mother fucking prowl, so don't let any figures of near term let
ups knock anyone of you out here into any false senses of security,
with this nightmare problem we're all in. Poor Mike is so damn
bi-polar. The last time we talked he told me that masks were silly,
and anyone wearing them is a nut. Now about a week later he is on
this super kick telling me not to even open up me' door to me'
apartment unless I have me' mask on. Well, I believe that masks will
save lives, and I am no doctor nor any kind of expert, so I cannot go
on giving out any opinions on this that would matter or carry any
significant weight. And it is of course a waste of time to tell
people that I cannot die or get sick beyond a certain point. My
grandmother was Grace Isabel Huntington, 5th granddaughter
of Founding-Father Samuel Huntington. His family DNA has a wild gene
in it that is impervious to plagues, and his family got very ill but
never died when struck with the famous European Death Plague of the
early seventeenth century (Bubonic Plague).
This builds into the generational information systems of
microbiological memory, what we today call in medical circles,
antibodies, to these plagues. I would have died decades ago if I
wasn't within two generations of the Huntington line, due to my
somewhat weird and unusual sexual preferences. I know that if
anything, I have actually had the same Corriell Institute effect from
this so-called perverted activity, where anyone can see I do not look
my age, and believe it or not, I really only look a little bit
different now from my blog-photo. But with the Political Correct
Movement of the nineties, I have had to limit and eventually stop my
activities, and as a result, I am indeed aging. Still, I could go out
right now, if it were not questionably unlawful, and if I could do
what I like to do on a steady basis, I would be able to grow a lot
younger in the next several years. We don't need blood, because
saliva has the very same cellular 'sub-atomic machines' that will
actually send signals to our entire cellular body to begin
replicating better and younger copies of our otherwise wearing out
and aging DNA. In higher truth, what really is aging us is the fact
that the universe itself loses heat by a tiny amount every second. No
human will ever be aware of it, and it will be right around 2.7
degrees of kelvin temperature for hundreds of billions of years yet,
before even cooling down to 2.6 D-K. A very long time ago, it was
trillions of degrees hot, measured by virtually any scale of
temperature scales. But as soon as our universe got 'born', it began
to age, or cool off. As it cools off, it grows in size and time
compresses as well, as do ratio-sizes of all realities, making it
appear so vast in both size and time lengths. If we should suddenly
be restored to the same conditions of time and space ratios that
existed in our very younger universe, millions of years would seem to
pass in a second or less, and we would appear to be the size of
thousands of galaxies all clustered together. The older the system
gets, the colder it gets, and along with that, the slower and the
smaller anything within it also becomes, and this is why things seem
to be so vast and so endless in both space and time, and our mind of
course is just a mirrored reflection of both of these items, and in
real truth, this is why I talk in terms of STM (Space-Time-Mind),
because this is that magic missing connecting link that brings
together the ever mysterious quantum world, with the post atomic
world sizes of reality. Some peeps in the scientific community call
this the endless quest for discovering the all contained answers of a
unified field theory. In any case this ain't a lesson in physics
today, and a lot more pressing issues need to be fucking addressed
here by the Mountainpen. By the way, I do not know if the C-Virus led
to Mike's brother Joe dying in his easy chair, back on Wednesday
afternoon in Fort Pierce. If the medical experts test him, and find a
connection; then the death count in Fort Pierce will go up by ONE
MORE. This hits home so very hard when we see on our computer and
television screens, how many cases in the nation or in the world, and
how many have died. Every single case and number is a human life and
WAS A HUMAN BEING, and most probably, had folks who loved them. Me;
when I kick the fuck out of this nightmare shit-hole we call Earth,
there won't be a soul who gives a tiny fuck. But for most of us, my
point here is that those numbers have a lot more meaning than just
hey yo, gee willagars, add another one to the count!!!!!!!!!!
Let
me tell you all something here, and not just LOVELY
'TOLD-U-SO' GIANT
GINA, from the middle and late nineteen-nineties, yo. I will
make my wonderful super talented daughter
happy for a short whittle while now, ”talking
about the nineteen-seventies”.
In a parallel universe, she told me once, “Why
don't I talk more on my blogs about those years”? Well, so
let's do it, and without any games, or fabricated coded poems, or
death angels; since here comes #116 on the day now at 2:43 AM. I
believe the great W.C. Fields said it really well quite a long while
ago now, and this message is all for you, Mister
Morty Mortino, yo, “Go away boy,
you bother me”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, the 70's, where to
begin. Well in all honesty, I know exactly what I want to quickly
discuss here, and it most definitely fits into those 1970's time
frame days with my mom and her wonderful gal-pal and office-coworker,
Mizz PH HOLLISTER H. Oh yes, that
wonderful life altering “FASCITAR”,
right Mister Marcucci
and Mister Ciprionni, of
the illustrious and mighty COOLEY HALL OF
KINGS HIGHWAY AND HOPKINS LANE, IN THE HISTORIC TOWN
OF HADDONFIELD, NJUSAESMWG??? I have given my Blogaudians the
instructions for operating the magical spirit-travel guide called
FASCITAR, admitted that I came to learn a quarter century after using
it that there is an actual Goddess-Coin named FASCITAR, and even told
how I traveled into both parallel universes in the 5th
dimensional hyperspace, as well as onto the ASTRAL-PLANE or the
PURGATORY (SAME THING), a timeless existence without any of the rules
or barriers that we all live by here as human beings, and I wasn't
shy about telling actual things that I had accomplished in numerous
'trips' taken. I place that word in those italics for a very powerful
reason by the way folks, and folksingers, and Microsoft Corporation,
yo BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! We do not really GO
anywhere, and most peeps are simply unable to grasp that powerhouse
reality. To even try and understand it, you would have to
picture a beyond weird item that is not what is happening, but indeed
would create a great picture for peeps to much better relate to me'
words. Pretend that everything everywhere is
YOU, the trees outside in your yard, your four year old's
swing set, your beat up old high school buggy that you couldn't part
with for nostalgic reasons, and on and on and on, and no, NOT 'ON AN
DON'. If this were true, then picture the Fascitar
Techniques of Ultra Secret Meditation as a real tangible
physical item just like your TV remote control. As you change
channels with this thing, rather than a fucking channel on a TV-set
changing, YOU suddenly switch from being
the YOU-tree, to the YOU-swing set, to the YOU-car, and so forth.
This is the only and my best way for me to give you relatable words
here, to my incredible information. Screw HEREdahelda, Mike Soft,
thank-UUUUUUUUU; and go enjoy some fried chicken pieces, up at
Harlem's fantastic Sugar-Hill, and my best to that lovely waitress,
and my kid too; and screw the damn toothpaste,
yo yo yo yo yo!!! Here now is what I never told, not that I
was trying in any way mind you, to be evasive or less than absolutely
forthcoming, but it just never came up as a legitimate part of the
text in the current conversation on prior blogs, and now, it all is
relevant, and so let me tell you about it, yo! In all total candor
and honesty, I don't like admitting to many things that would
embarrass, or I'd like to fucking think would embarrass, even a lifer
prisoner, who other lifers are too scared to even approach out in the
damn prison yard; butButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT and big ass BUTT-but
folks, it's time to talk about something that is
a bit embarrassing, at least for me. We all get kind
of red in the face about different and varying things as no two peeps
are the same, and we all know that simple ass fact of reality, Mister
Dennis Snyder. Here comes DEATH ANGEL
ATTACK #117 on the day by the way, and lovely Katy
Queen of 1997 in Abseacon, “THIS IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKAWUSS,
GIRL”!!!!!!!!!!! I tried to break out of the Huntington
Curse back when Cousin Donald was calling it the MASON CURSE, and
thought he had quite the “LIFE STORY”
with or without any assists from ever ongoing lives of Jack and
Diane, at my Aunt Geraldine Snow
Mason's funeral, in the summer of either 1981 or 1982.
Funerals are the one thing that my mind tries to forget, because
people are sad, and I don't like to see
people upset and sad. If I had my way, we would dress
up Cousin Donald in girls clothes, put a wig on him with four foot
long hair, more make up than lovely aging beauty queens wear in their
futile attempt to capture their concept and desire for endless youth;
and he could just become the GREAT
CHEERLEADER OF UNITED STATES HIGH SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But let's get back on point here folks, yo and yes, folksingers as
well damn it; and fuck the goddamn toothpaste Mister Mike Soft
Corporation. And fuck you too, with your goddamn stupid ass annoying
computer scans that fuck up my word processing programs. Get
lost and go to DOGTOWN, YO YO YO YO BREEEEEEEEE!!! Yes I used
the FASCITAR to try and break out
of the FAMILY-CURSE, cuzz; and to no
avail!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So what do I mean? Well peeps, grant me the
permission to further explain me'self, yo yo yo yo yo BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
misused this powerful tool upon several occasions. By the
way, here comes that nasty-ass SPACE-BAR-HACK,
me' peeps, very fucking major ass annoying!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I used
it to try and locate things that I had no
business finding, and I used it to try and do my own
TELLOSIAN-MAGIC on peeps as well, and
screw your toothpaste Mister Mike Soft.
Folks, for all I know, this could have led me to what happened about
five weeks into my living at the now probably globally famous 1802
Robin Hill Apartments, with that incredible and
unfathomable 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS'
DREAMING INTERACTION WITH THE
PINK GODDESS or Paula
King perhaps; but some
great big beautiful giant goddess in any event, and then how this all
connects into MUSIC, as well as ATLANTIC
CITY, NEW JERSEY. Back while living in that house in Mantua,
New Jersey, from October of 1979, through the end of April of 1980;
LIGHTNING visited me, and
gave me a wild interaction that only makes sense now, in lieu of all
of the things that followed it for the following half decade, right
into the year of 1985.
This was one of those dreams that contained dreams inside of dreams,
and then as reality caught up with it; things would slam together in
beyond amazing ways. One of the things that continued from the
original interaction from the Mantua home, did not happen until I
began working for a Building Maintenance dude, Sir
Bernard Derakowski, at the Corriell Institute for Medical
Research. This is where Apollo-Lucifer
and his twin sister Diana, came to me as
children, about the age of ten to twelve years; and told me that
“they were ALWAYS WATCHING ME”!!!!!
First it happened at the Mantua house, then at the medical institute
when I fell asleep there on a Saturday while my boss had to go out to
get a special piece of equipment, and there was nothing for me to do
other than sit down on a comfortable lobby couch, and as soon as I
did, I crashed; and they visited me there in
me' sleep. This was in the early spring time somewhere in
1982. But the first time that I had been visited by them, there was a
lightning strike IN MY DREAMS,
right outside of my house bedroom in Mantua, and then a couple weeks
before leaving there and moving into Robin
Hill for my first of three
stays there; lightning flashed outside of my
window and woke me up and it was no dream, and the thunder was
still rolling from the crash, right outside of me' window. After
being awake for maybe ten minutes or so, I clearly remembered how I
was living in some apartment similar to Robin Hill, and I saw my
Keyboards From Petahell
all assembled together in a huge junky mess, and I had somehow
managed to get professional looking block letters that I attached to
one of the ends of this large contraption, and named it that name,
and when I did move into the apartment a couple of weeks later, I
remembered the name form that wild dream, and I did use it, and I did
go and buy some letters at a local hardware store that come with
sticky peel-offs; and I indeed placed the name
on the side of it, “KEYBOARDS
FROM PETAHELL”. Now in none of these cases did I use the
FASCITAR for many weeks or more prior to
the incidents, but allow me to enlighten you all now about what I
call the “LSD-EFFECT” of the
FASCITAR. I have heard it told
that a user of LSD can go flying out on an uninduced new trip weeks
and even months after their last use of that chemical substance. The
FASCITAR works the very same way,
and so this must be true: Obviously the proper and precise
performance of this secret ancient wisdom for spirit-travel, does the
very same thing to our brain that the LSD does, only without the
harmful physical chemical interaction. But I won't tell you all that
it is not something that comes with risks, and that all individuals
being unique in nature, there is no guarantee of avoiding “BAD
TRIPS” just as with LSD, or even “UNINDUCED
NEW SAIL-OUTS”, as I'll name and label them. Many
of my wild DREAMING INTERACTIONS may be a direct result of USING
FASCITAR, given to me by lovely
Patricia Hollister in 1974.
Also, and as previously admitted to, I did misuse this wild tool, and
I did try and do some things that I am now quite ashamed of when
looking back and yes, there are peeps out here who may just know some
of the things I did because of some things that happened to them, and
THAT IS ALL THAT I AM PREPARED TO TALK
ABOUT OR SAY, at least for right goddamn now, yo
people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
people, momentum is an extremely powerful part of HALLS
FAWCES, and any forces for that matter. Just as back in early
February of 2009, and again up here in early April of 2020, my
MILITUFORCE ENEMIES assaulted me really
badly; and this caused that monster ass fucking nightmare
ICPE-APE-TECH STOCK MARKET PARALLEL SHIT
TO ACT AS IT DOES, and I listed the absolute fallacy of believing the
WALL STREET
HUMAN WORLD EXPLAINATION, to what is moving these
markets. This momentum crap did its damage and then WAS NO LONGED
NEEDED TO BE APPLIED AT FULL FORCE, so when that day came where we
had the HUGE UP DAY on the DJIA and yet no death siege on me, and I
said I am seven for 8, in truth and in hindsight, I was all 7 for 7,
and nothing counts after that because the momentum needed to cause a
NEW SUPER BULL MARKET had been reached. While a person is suffering
through a nightmarish fuckign shituation, there is no way to pick a
top or a bottom to the scale-event. I am not trying to make things
look better and going back trying to explain anything. I am a person
who always admits it when I am wrong, but I absolutely feel here,
that this wasn't the fucking case. Momentum is an extremely powerful
force and reality in all things. Doubt me, well, isn't it a little
easier to push a heavy car along once you get it going? Hey this
question isn't for the muscle dudes and duddesses out here, but for
the flabby weaklings like poor ol' Mountainpen. And if you prefer
another example, if you are freezing cold and get out of bed and turn
a heater on, once it hits 65, isn't it a lot better in-between there
and when it reaches 72 or so, from say 50 degrees should you have
forgotten to set it the night before, and the outside temperature
dropped as it does so routinely up in the northern country? We all
know that momentum forces are totally real and there isn't even an
argument that can be rationally made against it. Once me' mother
fuckign enemies give me enough horrendous monstrous persecution, it
can and IT DOES, always always always RESET EVEN THE BEARISH STOCK
MARKETS. I told you all that it had bottomed out in
the low eighteen thousands, and that is would go straight back up,
and roller coaster back and forth for a while, AND
WE ALL KNOW THAT THIS IS EXACTLY AND FUCKING CUNT PRECISELY WHAT IT
DID; RIGHT DOWN TO THE GODDAMN ASSHOLE 'T'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At
3:30, here is my 118th DEATH ANGEL!!!!!
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I
FELL UNDER A BEYOND MAJOR DEATH ASSAULT AT ABOUT TEN OR FIFTEEN
MINUTES PAST SIX OF THE CLOCK THIS MOUUUUUUUUUURNING, SATURDAY
MORNING, THE BOTBAR-ELEVENTH FUCKING DAY OF APRIL, 2020. A SUPER
BLACK HAT HACK STRUCK MY COMPUTER, AND WIPED EVERYTHING TOTALLY OUT.
EVERYTHING HAS BEEN WIPED OUT, AND I AM GOING TO DRIVE
OVER TO THE MOTHER FUCKING POLICE STATION IN A FEW HOURS,
VIRUS OR NO MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING VIRUS; BUT
I WILL NEVER AGAIN SAY THE WORD 'GODDAMN' AFTER THIS TIME
HERE, AS I MADE A PROMISE
TO THE ALMIGHTY A FEW MINUTES AGO, THAT
IF SHE WOULD OVERCOME MY HACK, AND ALLOW ME TO EXPERIENCE A TRUE
MIRACLE, I WOULD NEVER TAKE THE ALMIGHTY'S NAME IN VEIN
AGAIN; AND I KEEP MY DAMN WORD. I DID NOT PROMISE TO STOP MY DAMN
PROFANITY COMPLETELY, BUT I WILL TRY AND WORK ON THIS AS WELL. NOW
HERE IS WHAT HAPPENED TO ME: I WAS DOING SOME CORRECTIONS ON THE
BLOG, RIGHT UP TO MY (RED ALERTS) ABOVE,
AND SUDDENLY THE ENTIRE SYSTEM WAS TAKEN OVER, AND I WAS POWERLESS TO
STOP IT. THEN WHEN I SHUT DOWN BY UNPLUGGING THE SYSTEM FROM THE WALL
OUTLET AND TRIED TO COME ON AGAIN, MY
PASSWORD WOULD NOT WORK. ONLY BLACK HAT FUCKING HACKERS
CAN DO THIS, AND ONLY THE ALMIGHTY COULD UNHACK THIS FOR ME; AND
THIS IS THE BIGGEST DAMN MIRACLE THAT GODDESS HAS DONE FOR ME SINCE
THE SEVENTH DAY IN JULY, OF 2015, WHEN SHE TOLD HER
HOLY SPIRIT (LIGHTNING), TO COME AND BE WITH ME AT THE PORT SAINT
LUCIE WALMART STORE, AND SURE ENOUGH, SHE WAS ALL OVER ME. FEDERAL
BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, I AM SENDING YOU A LETTER
OFFICIALLY DATED AND WITNESSED, AND I CANNOT HAVE IT NOTARIZED
BECAUSE OF OUR FUCKING DAMN GLOBAL PANDEMIC, BUT YOU WILL BE GETTING
MY LETTER OF VIOLATION
OF MY CIVIL RIGHTS AND MY FIRST AMMENDMENT RIGHTS TO THE UNITED
STATES MOTHER FUCKING CONSTITUTION. ALSO, I CANNOT SHUT
MY COMPUTER OFF ANY MORE UNTIL THE VIRUS IS OVER, AND I CAN GET SOME
GEEKS AT THE COMPUTER STORE TO GET RID OF MY PASSWORD, SO THIS CANNOT
BE DONE TO ME EVER AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!! NOW MAGNESONIC
WILL USE 100% CRUSH-DESTRUCT POWER TO WIPE OUT WHOEVER JUST STRUCK ME
WITH THIS AWFUL DEATH SIEGE, AND ELDER ABUSE, AND
PROPERTY DAMAGE, AND HAS HURT MY PHYSICAL HEALTH AS WELL.
WHOEVER
YOU ARE, YOU'RE FUCKING TOTALLY DEAD, AND YOUR ENTIRE FUCKING FAMILY
IS DEAD, AND YOU ARE GONNA' BE REAL REAL REAL DAMN SORRY FOR THIS 1.
THE
END, AND SMELLING REAL 'GOUUUUD'.
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,
and
VIVA MORIANITY!
7th
& Orange, Fort Pierce, FL, USA 34950
COUNTERSTRIKE
OF 7:00 A.M., ON 11 APRIL, 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 ULTRA MAJOR BEYOND DEATH
ASSAULT MILITUFORCE STRIKE AND ELDER ABUSE AND CIVIL RIGHTS
VIOLATION ON ME HERE ON THIS ELEVENTH
DAY IN APRIL OF 2020,
WITH A BEYOND MAJOR UTILITY STRIKE DEATH SIEGE THAT BEGAN ON ME LAST
NIGHT WITH A CABLE-TV-FREEZE UP, AND THEN AT QUARTER PAST SIX THIS
MORNING WITH A BEYOND MAJOR ASSAULT AND HACK ON THIS COMPUTER,
TOTALLY WIPING IT OUT, AND USE 100 PERCENT MAX-POWER AGAINST WHOEVER
STRUCK ME AND ALL WHOM THEY LOVE AND CHERISH, 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.
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