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MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
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My
ESS-COMCAST CABLE TV-SERVICE froze up yesterday Friday for absolutely
no good reason at ten minutes before eleven of the clock. This is at
least two mornings in a row of this now, and on Thursday the
electricity browned out for a second, but I think the storm nearby
may have done that, as for the past two days, DIANA
(Lightning) was around, and yesterday, SHE WAS REALLY AROUND
BIG TIME for quite a while in the afternoon. Thank you lovely
baby-blond girl for visiting with me. I really needed you!
There
seems to be a lot of powerful secrets and items of some kind that fit
into both Morianity and me, with mechanics and garages. I have had my
share of wild things that all connect now into mechanics and garages.
Funny that landfills and trash transfer stations do as well, since
the only alphabetical item that
separates GARBAGE
from a GARAGE, is a “B”
LETTER added to the word of GARAGE, right in-between the
“R” LETTER and the middle “A” LETTER. The mysterious mechanic
has been with me in DREAMS as well as awake in many various forms
now. I may not have all of the damn answers concerning strange
families who enjoy turning my lungs into washcloths after they slice
me open like a fish at strange seashore towns in even decade years,
but I don't enjoy being called “BOOBY” no matter how you slice
the damn pie, Sir Lenny McKinnon, lovely Sally Field, and Sir Burt
Reynolds!!!!!!!!!!!! How's that for a Christmas present over 5-W, oh
great Mister William Marnie of Berlin, New Jersey? Magic mushrooms;
wanna' cut me a goddamn bwake here, lovely Margie Leo from 1985?
Some
fucking jerk off is trying to crash me!
Some
fucking jerk off is trying to crash me!
Some
fucking jerk off is trying to crash me!
Some
fucking jerk off is trying to crash me!
Some
fucking jerk off is trying to crash me!
It
took me a long time, but I completely recognize this prick now; and
it really is the guy who called me Booby in that nightmare dream
where my daughter's hyperspace doppelganger
somehow 'magically' managed to switch my transdimensional existence
from one New Jersey town to another one as punishment for telling a
lot of things, and WOW big O; that was long
before I have told so way much more in the coming dozen years of
time. Of course that toothpaste TOO is all illusion, right
mister Microbursts Microsucks Corporation? After-all, only the
illusion of three dimensions is what creates what appears to be a
longer past creating a shorter future for all things existing in
Einstein's SPACE-TIME. Those ILLEGAL COUSINS ARE ANNOYING TODAY, and
it is them, as I peered through my door viewer, and it is them and
not the scum bag next to me in unit 605. These annoying pricks just
keep going in and out with all sorts of stupid fucking things. I
would say that I am expecting a bad day as that other time back on
Monday, only you cannot depend on anything, or I can't I should say.
I say this because the wild 1802-RH DREAMS a couple days back DID
NAUT cause anything wild or bad to happen on that day, and I think
that was back on Thursday. My short term memory is nowhere like my
long term one is. If it is just a recent stretch like a week or so,
it is not that clear to me, but going way back into many decades, I
can remember the day and the hour and who was wearing what clothes on
their backs. It seems to be along the damn ass lines of also taking
me years to see the full meanings to shit that goes down around me at
present times. I may not even give it any thought for a long while,
such as when I began to do my blogs in 2006 and 2007 and even all
throughout my time in Jersey until the end of the decade before
leaving in middle December from Cifaloglio and running away in the
dead of night to Florida; I never even gave Patty and Merry a
thought, or hardly ever, and as for connecting any dots to my past,
only through years of blogging, did things all sort of come back and
then make some real major mother fucking sense to me, yo!!!!!!!
Thisis just how the brain works, or mine aniwho. Still, I did mention
many times about when I was living in Quakertown at age six and seven
years, on top of a hill in the middle of a cornfield, in a mobile
home underneath of a huge apple tree that Diana
stuck all the time (Lightning) when SHE was around; and SHE made
direct contact with me both while awake and in my dreams. I told
about the man who owned the farm, Mister
Harold Schatt the muscleman, who all the young sluts in
the area were crazy about as back then muscles were really the
in-thing. I may be misspelling his surname, but it sounded like SHAT
and I am presuming it wasn't spelled SHAT! He had a big mean German
Shepard dog who hated my little kid guts and I swear I could hear his
thoughts. One day when I was standing midway from his farm-house to
my trailer on top of a hill, where he had a small clearing area in
one of his many large cornfields, and he must have had a thousand
acres or more land; I suddenly heard a scrambling of human converted
words that even included a pictorial image. That dog was picturing my
blood in his mouth and tearing my flesh apart. Normally he wasn't let
loose, but on this one day while I was playing in a little area where
many things would fascinate a small child, he suddenly came from
behind me. None of my regular senses picked him up, and I only ended
up with a flash of its thoughts and then a huge amount of fear on my
part that caused me to just suddenly race towards the mobile home,
and as I was doing so, I looked back and there he was chasing me with
his huge sharp teeth showing and gnashing at me as well!!! Back in
the nineteen-nineties, and almost forty years after the incident with
the dog, a group of women psychics who I told that story to and who
also knew about how I interacted there with what they called the
Triple Goddess Lightning Force or 'TGLF', also told me that the TGLF
had imparted into me this 'GIFT' and that I'd carry it with me for
the rest of my life as a result. Well, if that is so, then so be it.
I don't believe in psychic power, aliens form outer space, or most
things that peeps who follow my blogs would on some surface level
think that I would in fact believe in, and most probably many or most
of them do believe in themselves. I on the other hand, absolutely do
believe in the reality of what on the outer surface may appear to be
in fact, psychic stuff and or aliens from space, only I know through
MORIANITY and life's experiences, that indeed, it is the way that
these blogs tell of it, and nothing more.
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Jane
Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit Crapinherpants Thistlethorns came
a whiskers edge close to getting me again with her rotten GROUPATION
OF ONE DIGITS ASSAULT ON ME, yo yo yo yo yo yo, but
just in the nick of fucking time, I exited out of that MATRIX
PROGRAM; oh great OPERATOR, and truck drivers and executives of the
Roadway Trucking Company on county Line Road and Pennsylvania Highway
#309, speaking of good old fucking
Quakertown. Those annoying fucking door slammers are going to
be a pain in my prick again today! Mister Mike McNulty back in the
autumn of good old 1971 would say it best here, yo:
WHAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!
Sir Chester-Frank would merely let out a nice bar-holler here with
his now quite globally well known, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!
Friday
I got a whole lot of annoying harassing telephone calls, and
recently it has been a lot better due to the CVGP shituation. But
last week it has started back up with Friday being quite a few of
them. I am going to report the ones who are trying to demand money
from me and claiming to be with Florida State Police, to the Attorney
General's Telephone Scam hotline next week unless things calm down,
but I don't expect that to happen. Nothing with me ever calms down or
goes away, well, only good things go away. Bad fucking shit just
grows worse.
For
many years I knew that both FATHERS
DAY as well as CHRISTMAS
were two times where my persecution and harassment was markedly much
worse than normal, if that were imaginably possible, and it
needs to be. Not only is it the very exact day but the near times to
these days as well, and it was every single year without even one
fucking exception, to where only a totally illogical mind would
dismiss it as nonsense, yo BRAH! This year and with tomorrows fuckign
DADDY-DATY, is certainly no exception, as it can easily begin a week
before and yes, last a week longer, and that only means the worsening
from regular dogshit around me, not that I
EVER GET SO MUCH AS A MOMENTS PEACE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, HUH
AGENTS CONDOR AND FALCON OF 1988 TELEVISION DOCUMENTARY OF WPIX-NEW
YORK, NEW YORK, “UFO-THE COVER-UP”!!!!
Every
single time I go to talk to my mechanic who Mike Patterson went to
and put me onto when he was a Fort Pierce resident years ago, it
appears that he must be in touch with Mike to this day, or else one
of the people whom Mike is also in touch with. When I mentioned to
him that Mike may be deceased, Mike then called
me later THAT NIGHT after not calling me for a good solid two months,
following the death of his 'brother' with another name! I don't know
and I don't wanna' know a lot of things, but I will only say that
those who would say that it is psychic phenomenon when they think of
someone who they've not been in touch with for a long while, and then
they call you, that this is in some way part of the psychic world
system, I would first wanbt to rule out ALL POSSIBLE HUMAN AND MORTAL
WORLD EXPLANATIONS, and then, hey, I am not a close minded person,
but I do believe that we all have five senses and one of these five
are the FEEL SENSE, and that this feel sense in all of us can be
turned higher in sensitivity through life experiences and other
unknown forces perhaps, but I do not see any of this as a 6th
SENSE, but merely an extension of the FEEL SENSE. The whole ESP jazz
is just some few people with a heightened and turned or tuned up FEEL
SENSE. Like on Star Trek with the Starship Enterprise, and its
ability to do long range SCANNING. People too can develop indeed, an
exactly matching type of long range scan into cosmos, with their
basic gods-given sense of feel. No one will
convince me that there is some SENSE
NUMBER 6
however!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have gone over and over it. Based on my blogging, there is no really
powerful reason on that front, for last MONDAY'S GARGANTUAN ASSAULT
on me, the worst day of my entire life, or at least the top 5! When I
get a sudden burst of page-views, I also try and examine possible
blog-related reasons for it, and I will honestly say that I find no
rational rhyme or reasoning for this discrepancy or deviation from
the norms. Maybe I am just so far separated from other normal human
beings that I cannot see certain truths for myself. I also live in a
new age of complete insanity. If my viewers want me to harp more on
certain particular things or even less on others, I would take that
into advisement and quite seriously consider cooperating, as
after-all; what is a blogger without an audience, 'his or her
Blogaudians' for crying out fucking louder than HUGE
LOUDSPEAKERS?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But as I say, I have
tried and tried to understand what brings me sudden surges of
pageviews, or for that matter major powerful attacks of hostility
form anyone around me be it my nabes from hell or anything else
whatsoever, yo yo yo yo!!!! I totally completely give up, and nobody
seemingly ever wishes to help a poor fellow fuckign out, so now does
anyone truly wonder why I consider myself to be CURSED and calls
himself, “Poor poor pitiful (Non Linda Ronstadt) me???????????
Last
night's nightmares were beyond horrible. They were in two parts. They
don't seem to be connected in any way and were separated as early in
my sleep and later into it shortly before coming awake again. The
first one was taking place in an office area that looked out from
what seemed to be a second or a third story in height, and I was on
one side of a desk and another man was on the other side. Before I do
go on here, it just hit me that it does seem that the assault on me
Monday that was beyond simple persecution and regular ordinary elder
abuse, was caused by my telling about Donnie at the end of the
hallway in Unit #610 and his apartment being all cleaned out with
several shopping carts that maintenance peeps use when doing large
extensive repair or other types of work in units in-between tenants
living in them; and how this incredible goddess-girl was telling me
in a wild dream that when I was over in that apartment which I really
was in waking world reality just a month or so ago to help him with
an electronics issue he was having, but how this girl told me that
the PHA knew the condition that he kept his apartment in by observing
the image they were supplied by my M2F enemies via the Tim McVeigh
Microchip that was implanted into me at Resorts Casino that day while
with Jim burr in 1983 after winning money at the golden Nugget Casino
at a roulette gasme and then went to the other side of town to
Resorts Casino, where we were major cheated via their Public Address
system playing one tease-song after another at me, intentionally, or
using their typical, even back then before they knew just what they
truly had as weaponry, 'ICPE-APE-TECH'.
This implanted device maybe how they keep such incredibly accurate
track as well as mind control on people like me and poor pitiful
Latengrate Mister McVeigh as well, if indeed it is true and they used
him on a wet-works black-ops mission to blow up the Oklahoma
Building!!!!!!!!!!!!! But getting back to last night's nightmares,
the fellow on the other end of the desk had some weird type of ash
tray and he told me that it was the other part to my daughter's
little toy from the early seventies that flashed, only this part
projected the image, just like a movie projector also projects the
pictures onto a movie screen at a theater. He began to hold it, point
it, and then like a frizbee thrower, angled it a bit back and forth
just as we do with our cameras that we hold in front of us. This then
shot a huge projection out about five hundred feet or so in crystal
clear colored imagery. I saw an entire picture of the Earth-planet
out the window and up a little bit perhaps two hundred feet, to the
right of the window, and all around it were brilliantly glowing
bright white satellites that were in a perfect lined string around
the world. Then he told me to use it and sure enough, it worked for
me the same way that it did for him. He told me to open up the little
area in the back of this ash tray looking disc that weighed about the
same as a gallon of milk, heavy for a weak old person such as myself.
I pyutit dfown onto the desk in this office and did what the dude
told me to do. I oopened up the littlearea and took out a piece of
paper that was inside. It was just a child's drawing of the world
hanging up above the outside window with a group of bright white
lights all around it. The projection was a million times better and
more in some ultra terrific splendor than the simple drawn image
placed inside of it and drawn by a child or someone like me who has a
five year old's art talent when it comes to any kind of drawing. This
thing both projected and even exaggerated and made better, what was
put inside of it through some wild elaborate computer program that he
called a holojected truth
amplifier or HTA as he kept calling it
over and over. I asked him why it
weighed so much, and what was the creating the heavy part to it, and
he said it is a new battery that can put out ten thousand watts of
power, and last for up to ten days 24-7 before running out of juice.
That ended that particular dream, but it was a scary dream because it
really did seem that I was off-world and suddenly looking out of a
window and seeing my world and this dangerous scarey looking string
of blinding bright satellites around it. But I got up to get a drink
and take a piss, and I fell again back to sleep. Hours later after it
was light out, I was suddenly with a large group of people and they
were very young like early in their twenties. We were someplace that
I have never been in this waking world here, and I had no
recollection to any of them from the vantage point of waking life
memories either. Suddenly I instantly had a major shit assault and I
had shit myself all over, my clothes, my shoes, it was all over the
place, more than you could ever imagine. It was the most gross and
totally revolting nightmare that I have ever had in my whole goddamn
pitiful life!!!!!!!!!! The rest of the nightmare was about trying to
get out of the situation or really this time, and quite apropos here,
the SHITUATION. Nothing ever worked out. My vehicle had been screwed
up,and when someone else told me to use theirs, suddenly whatever was
being used to cover up the horrible diareah all over me, was then
stripped away and after being discovered, quite naturally I was told
that they couldn't help me. Eventually, I ended up in all sorts of
vehicles that never worked right, and eithe rI was driving or someone
who was in the original large group of people was driving,but in no
time flat, the vehicle was fucked up and could go no further. It was
a horrible nightmare like nothing I had even experienced before. Now
there is more to both these wild nightmares, the world with the
string of bright satellites and the shitting myself nightmares, but
for now, I never told you the wild nightmare from Thursday when I
expected ALL TOTAL HELLFIRE to again bust out around me, ONLY IT
NEVER DID, and I need to tell you about it. I was at 1802 RH
Apartments, AGAIN, WEIN; and for the first time ever, I have been in
a parallel universe with one of my neighbors from here, Mister
Mexico. We actually were FRIENDS, can you possibly fucking imagine
thissssssssssssssssssssss, oh lovely ERICA SNAKES KANE of 1983?????
Then two of us were actually working on this wild song together, and
we were in each others apartments. It was more realistic than any
wild dream that I have had in a very long time, maybe even a tad bit
more realistic that back in 1980 at 1802 with the Love Is For
Carpenters (LOIS FOCA) Song, 40 YEARS FUCKING AGO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Again, this wild dream and the two from last night that came two or
three nights later, can be further discussed should I feel the need
to do this, later on at other times. Still, after that other
powerhouse fucking experience and then waking up and within an hour
having that day of days times a zillion to the
puuker power of a zillion; you can see why I thought that day
would be off the scales wicked TOO, only it was naut, Mizz
AT&T Blake and Mister TOOthpaste
Microsucks!!!!!!
Yes,
the mechanic I go to, unless I need to leave the car for an extended
time and have to use the nearby place that charges more money and
that I do not completely trust, up on 35th Street, knew
Mike as well as his brother Joe; seemingly has strange effects with
my life, unless the more rational explanation is what is happening
whereby he contacts them whenever I do show up there to either talk
to him or have some automobile mechanical work performed. I told on a
recent blog how one of his hired helpers, in the same league with
those who worked at Delmo Cifaloglio's place in Jersey; came into the
office from the outer garage area, humming a tune that I later
recognized quite well as something that I had also written long ago,
but not part of those DEMO-DELMO group of tunes. There is also a lot
more to this tale, but I may or may not continue with things, as I
totally need my mechanic. He is good, and he most definitely has the
best prices in town. So to put it quite bluntly here, I don't dare
fuck with THAT!!!!!
My
'L&O' TV-Show was off yesterday on SUNDANCE, which totally pissed
me off. All I can do is hope that it was off due t the nonrecognized
holiday, so far anyway, and I hope it does become a recognized one as
we all remember so well just how many years it took to get the KING
HOLIDAY recognized, an dyes I speak of JUNETEENTH, but I will admit
sonmething to all of you. I had no clue what this was until just a
short while ago when this all went down with TRUMP. People love to
proclaim all sorts of untrue things, as we all know only too damn
well. Some think that a supposedly caucasion man who was unaware of
this day is a racist. This is truth. The new PC movement of the
nineties started many such rotten lies. I am someone who grew up with
a very tracist mother an di had a lot of it instilled into me, but as
I grew into adulthood, I began to see more and more how my mother was
a turd and a pig for thinking many things that she did, and a lot of
it comes very clear to me after I saw one particular powerhouse show
on TV. This was one of the 'L&O' TV shows, and after many years
of seeing that episode with the man who was 'passing
for white' Mister Burdett;
I can now put myself into the mother fucking
shoes of that 'poor pitiful' little
skinny kid son of that racist bitch white mom who Jack
McCoy said to the lady concerning him, “You
even hate your son”! My mom
knew the great Toledo, Ohio secret. She never wanted me to
ever have anything but pain and misery, and NOW GODDAMN IT, I KNOW
WHY. It all has come clear to me, so WOW, I have arrived, and also, I
have now come into my own special PERSONAL JUNETEENTH DAY, as it all
went down at the same time that I learned of that day, and its
meaning a week or two ago, due to the issues with President
Chump-Rump, and ALSO PUT TOGETHER THE REASONS THAT MY MOM HATED ME SO
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YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!! So many things have all been cleared up for me. And this
ALL JUST HAPPENED NOW, and for THE GREATEST FATHERS DAY GIFT
POSSIBLE! All sorts of mother fucking dogshit has now been totally
cleared the Christ up for me. Yo if you're out there tom Speers and
have not yet departed this poor pitiful veil of fucking tears, yo; we
all know why she drank like a tank of fucking fish, and why she did
so many horrible mean things to me all of my life; and and leaving me
here alone, all with no wife or family, or anyone to care at all
about me. She spent her entire life making good and sure that I would
die alone and miserable, totally down and out, without
one single mother fucking soul to care one shit bit iota about
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hope my mother is burning in
GODDAMN HELL!!!!!!!!
Another
thing that peeps who have huge vested interests and agendas about and
with that concerns not believing in so-called invisible/supernatural
stuff such as what has surrounded the Mountainpen, ever since he was
born as Mark Wayne Mohr, back on 4 December of 1954 at 9:30, on that
Saturday DAY-OF-WOE (SATURDAY'S
CHILD) as spoken of in the great old wise fairy-tales morning;
would be the two hugest and most quintessentially powerful psychic
experiences that I have had, after we dismiss dozens of other smaller
ones such as the German Shepard Dog named Roger on the Quakertown,
PAUSAESMWG Farm owned by Mister Harold Shat, and without the Captain
Kirk second syllable of 'NER', when this dog who literally wanted to
have for dinner that day while I was splaying near the mobile home at
the age of about six years there, up high on the hill and centered
smack dab fully in-between virtually endless acres of cornfields as
well as not yet realized dreams of Sir Kevin Costner, and so much
more, yo; but that time where I did not perceive the dog near me
ready to take me apart, yet suddenly began running for the mobile
home with that monster animal right behind me and fantasizing about
the taste of my blood. No we won't include that or dozens of other
similar psychic experiences here, but rather will be concentrating on
the two greatest ones, at least in my humble opinion
(IMHO)!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Those are none other than the wild dream shortly
after another wild dream, perhaps two or three or four months
somewhere in there, after the 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS' or 'LOIS FOCA'
SONG experience, in the 1980 year. I speak here of the 'other dream'
where I found myself on a bus in Pennsylvania somewhere with a heavy
set lady with a weird very large black cat that was sitting right on
her lap, who was able to speak in ENGLISH verbiage of Earthy-Planet
translation. Before I even tried to pet him, he meowed at me and then
suddenly in a similar 'meow sound', I could hear the words as plain
as daylight magnified from a mountain top, “DIE, DIE, DIE”! That
is when I then responded to the lady in that wild and totally
outlandish dream, “Your cat is telling me to die”! She then
responded back to me with, “No he isn't telling you to die but
rather he is giving you the number that will come out later today in
the Pennsylvania Lottery's PICK-3 outcome”. I stared at her and
then at her cat, and then the bus stopped and we all got off at some
local neighborhood type of bar that was situated somewhere either in
the outskirts of Philadelphia, or some area that was not too far away
from there. She got off the bus still holding her cat, and then I
followed her as I wanted to learn more. We entered the bar and we
both sat down, and all bars even back then had TV-sets playing in the
room usually on the wall over the inside of the bar where the
bartenders only would be. It was almost seven in the evening as we
both sat down at the bar, and I instantly observed the ending of the
World News on the Philadelphia Network station that always carried
the Pennsylvania Lottery Outcome before beginning the programming for
the seven of the clock television schedule. Sure enough, on came the
old farts who always spun the bucket for getting the outcome numbers,
and the number came out 4-9-5. I told the lady to look up and see it
just as it was happening, and then she told me, “Always remember
that the cat knows the 3-DIGIT Lottery Pick-It result, but only for
the Pennsylvania Lottery, and also that it may come out STRAIGHT or
it also may come out BOXED. She used the words of 'scrambled up' then
in the dream, as then in waking life, the term of BOXED would have
been quite meaningless to me since I was not a lottery player, and I
would not have known what she was talking about is she had used that
term. But sure enough that was where the dream seemed to end, and
later on that day after driving to my job at the RPL Sound Recording
Studio in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, I went to take an early lunch-break
from 6:45 until 7:15 rather than the normal break time of 9:00 until
9:30, since my night-boss Mister Don Cialoni did not care when I took
it as long as it was a thirty minute break and I punched out and back
in on the time clock as the rest of Joann's
“NIGHT SHIFT”
did as well!!!!!!!!!!!!! I nearly shit myself when the middle of my
break with the Lobby-TV-Set on and me right there eating my lunch at
one of the table and seating areas, the Lottery Results came on and
those old farts, NOW MY AGE I SUPPOSE, came on and the number ended
up as 5-9-4, or the BOXED predicted number of 4-9-5. Now how and what
is behind the originally predicted number of 4-9-5 is another part to
this beyond fucking amazing story on steroids. The lady told me that
the words meowed by her magical cat, were always going to correspond
with ther alphabet letters and their arrangement in chronological
order, such as 'A' letter being the number 1 letter off the alphabet,
the 'B' letter being the number 2 letter off the alphabet, all the
way to the final 'Z' letter being the number 26th letter
off the alphabet so that the word meowed at me on that bus, of 'DIE',
or 'D-I-E', was really a 4-9-5 prediction for that day's results of
the Pennsylvania Lottery's PICK-3 results. And then all BOXED
COMBINATIONS may also be the one that comes out if the straight
number itself does not, so the player with this cat needs to always
buy the non hooker employees 'Joann/a' ticket as 'STRAIGHT AND
BOXED”. So cut me a break here willya' Mizz Leo WOMO Margie, and
all lovely MO's everywhere, PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE!!!!!!! Now, let us
go the powerhouse psychic experience that totally tops the number 2
one just discussed here, me' great folks and BLOGAUDIANS! I speak of
waking from another absurd and crazy ass dream in the spring time in
the year of 1970 somewhere, while residing at the Dellway Arms
Apartments on Oakland Avenue in Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG, Apartment #O-15,
which incidentally, speaking of WILD JAMES REDFIELD SYNCHRONICITY
SYNDROMES AS WELL AS MAGICAL AND INCREDIBLE HUGE BLACK CATS NAMED
GAWKY GAUKAUK; these apartments had legal mailing addresses that were
operated in the precise manner as the magical black cat's lottery
picking system, that many decades later on will come to be known by
the MOUNTAINPEN as the GAWNUM, short for Gawky's Numerology. Now
there is nothing new about this type of occult-numerological science,
and it has most definitely been around for centuries, and I know that
for sure, but you're all free to fact check me on this, and as always
I love it when you do these things and then come to prove me correct
and see for yourselves that I am not ever making up crazy stories
here that are based on either deluded insanity or motives of a
spurious and negative nature for purposes of furthering my own
agendas. PLEASE FOLKS,ALWAYS FACT CHECK THINGS THAT I SAY IF YOU ARE
NOT ALREADY POCESSING KNOWLEDGE THAT I AM SPEAKING ABSOLUTE TRUTHS IN
THIS MORIANITY BOM-BLOG, PLEEEEEEEEEEEZE!!! So moving along with this
now great peeps, I was living at 1802 Robin Hill during the wild
dream with the magical black cat who later on in other following
dreams admitted his name to me while in the Carriage Lamp Apartments
in the year of 1976 and after sticking a walkie-talkie antenna into
an outlet that I thought then in my total fuckign sacked out
ignorance was a radio antenna that might amplify the walkie-talkie
but rather was a 220 volt air conditioner bedroom receptical, and I
ended up Astrally for a while with Professor Gaukauk of the great
Olympian Province's TECK BAY Mystery School, where he is
Head-Master-Controller as they label it there in Purgatory, and he
had then cut me into little pieces and told me I would wake back up
now on the mortal world in my bedroom at the apartment there, and
sure enough, I did, and scared out of my wits at the tender age of 22
years. But this second experience concerning the great Astral
Professor who dreams here as a powerful and extra large black tomcat,
in many parallel universe locales accessible of course only through
and by way of DREAMS since we are talking about 5th
dimensional fabric of the hyperspace. But before I ever knew Gawky
the magical cat or Professor of Purgatory's great Teck Bay Mystery
School, I had placed an ad in the 'situations wanted' section of the
Press of Atlantic City, saying that I was looking for summer work for
room and board, and that is when Tom Reale answered the ad, and the
rest you all know about by now I'm quite sure, as that child
molesting scumbag answered it, and indeed molested me in 1970; but
before I even placed this ad in the paper by at least two months or
so, early in the 1970 year, and at the Dellway Arms CHAIN-STOLEN
SARAH KRASSLE Apartment; I had fallen asleep one night early, around
just shy of ten, and was feeling just exactly as I did last night, a
bit under the weather, or perhaps under the tunnels of
Lindenwold-Liverpool; huh Mister Educator Cooley Hall Count
Vonrussell Marcucci, sir???????????? When I had fallen asleep, my
mom's boyfriend, Mister Sidney 'Cohen' Crown, was in the apartment
with my mom; and then when I woke up around one or so in the morning,
he was still there, as when he visited, he would normally stay until
around two or so. I remember all of this more clearly than I can see
my hands in front of me right now, typing on these little black
fucking computer keys, yo!!!!!!!!! I sprung out of bed and I insisted
on telling my 'super bizarre dream' to my mom, only I did not word it
like that at all. To me, it was not a dream. To
me, IT WAS ABSOLUTELY REAL, AND IT
FUCKING HAPPENED, and I got more
angry and frustrated when I kept trying to tell my mom my address
where I would be staying at in the coming summer time.
Remember that at this point, I hadn't yet even placed an ad in the
'situations wanted' part of the newspaper. This was still out into
the photon projection of the eternal now, or you would all say, in
the future. I continued getting more and more anxious and insisted
that I was giving my mother my address where I will be staying. After
about five to ten minutes of this, I, standing fully upright, began
waking up, as I came to see that even as I was telling my mother this
with her boyfriend sort of glaring at me, and wondering what looney
bin that I had just fucking escaped from; I was actually WAKING UP
ON MY FEET, and then I realized that indeed, my mom was telling me
both while awake, AND WHILE STANDING THERE UPRIGHT AND COMPLETELY
ASLEEP; that I was DREAMING, and she was actually shaking me to wake
me up after several minutes of realizing this terrible trance that I
seemingly was frozen into. Also
now, remember that Mizz Hollister had naut yet shared her
magical FASCITAR INFO
with me yet through her wild and unobtrusively done
stunt that she managed to pull from the office where both she and me'
mom were working in those days in Philadelphia, at the 3 Penn Center
Plaza Building on Market Street and 15th Street, yo yo yo
yo yo yo!!!!! That was all three to four years away from the eternal
now's Photon-Projection, unless me' current eternal now's
Photon-Memory system is letting me down, and I found THAT to be
hardly fucking ass likely, yo yo yo yo!!!!
Now
kind and unkind BLOGAUDIANS out here, whichever class ye' may be in;
permit, grant, and allow me pweeeeeeeeeeze to share this next major
part of that wild TOP #! PSYCHIC EXPERIENCE with 'challs' here, yo
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was not one bit familiar with
anything south of Southern area Atlantic City in the springtime days
of 1970, and after about ten blocks or so south, and past the great
Rotunda Monument, where the Black Horse Pike then begins heading
westerly into the inland world and away from the Jersey Seashore; I
only knew was called the town of non-JRSS
'ventilator Ventnor', and beyond that, the town of Margate,
and then the town of Longport. Then beyond this was the great bridge,
over to the one and only Ocean City, New Jersey, USAESMWG! Now I had
ridden bicycles up on the boardwalk all the way to the end somewhere
in southern Margate, but I did not have any occasion to ever go off
of it, and then venture westerly into the neighborhoods of those
towns. But in this wild 'DREAM' where I was living already that
future summer in Ventnor, I remember with complete accuracy how it
did indeed match the exact place where child molester (chill-mo)
Mister Thomas J. Reale had indeed taken me after answering my ad in
the newspaper and driving me down there after picking me up that
night at the Oaklyn Chain-Stolen apartment called, “Dellway Arms”!
The hotel at the beach was the same structure and exact color, and it
was called the SANDS HOTEL. To this day, whether it had any
connections to the much later future time casino-days, 'Sands Hotel
and Casino' that was built in Central Atlantic City; is anybody's
“BEST GUEST GUESS”, although
as the great and globally famous expression would indeed be quite
apropos here, “GOD (ESS) ONLY
KNOWS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, the hotel, the area, it all was
the exact same and it all matched the dream 100 mother fucking
percent, yo yo yo y yo BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Hey don't complain lovely
SSJKK, you gave me my sense of humor as
you gave me and everyone else all of what we have as well for crying
out louder than endless groupations of LOUDSPEAKERS!!!!!!!! SO
WEEEEEEEEEEEE oh mighty wonderful great powerhouse, Sir
Shoeknockeroutter Chester-Frank!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
before resuming me' train of thought here and exposing some truly
fucking powerful agendas of the PWERFUL-PEOPLE of the Scott
Ransom-Tod Realty-1988 Club of ALL GREAT BUGGED UP CONVERSATIONS
everywhere; I tried changing channels on my COMCAST-TV-SYSTEM at
exactly 4:44 non Harlem Addresses Post Meridian, and when nothing
happened and I was then totally frozen up, I observed a totally black
color where it should be BRIGHT BLUE, that little line area on my
COMCAST MODEM or whatever they
call it. This all happened in a perdy dern mother fucking wild JAMES
REDFIELD
SYNCHRONICITY
SYNDROME
(JRSS) TYPE OF WAY, as I was switching back and forth from the
afternoon CNN broadcast, to the LAW & ORDER Show on the
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-CHANNEL, and
the episode of that 3-PART Hollywood crap is airing, and on this 3rd
and final episode, the date shows up as being done on my
great daughter's 27th
birthday, or 3-27-97. But all of this doesn't explain how I am
blogging and watching television at the same time,although I am fully
aware that many peeps in this stupid ass digital new-age do in fact
perform many multitasking actions, still, I DO NAUT, since I know
that the human mind was naut designed to efficiently multitask stuff,
and when we do it, no matter who says otherwise; the efficiency of
what we are doing with all combined projects or actions, drops to a
major place that for me is just absolutely unacceptable, yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo BROADCASTED BRO!!!!
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I
have no rights, fellow fucking citizens. I am literally not allowed
to breathe, and will be major ass fucking punished for doing so,
until I stop doing it all together. That is a total fucking
no-brainer, for me, for you; for anyone with an intelligence of a
third of a dam ass dog!!!
Yes
there really was, Mizz Virginia Avenue, a Sir James Knowitall
Burr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So just what really are powerful
LOIS FOCA AGE-10 CONNECTIONS, you may be inquisitive about, or maybe
like Cuzz Don, you don't give a shit. Well, don't let him or any
other rotten prick in this twisted screwy world try fooling you about
their connections with me. They DO give a shit. If they didn't, they
wouldn't hack me day and night, and hack out my account with numerous
things, such as the County
Medicaid Office of Florida.
B-U-T,
kind folks, it is time for me now to add something in for you about
all this.
My
fathers razor was talked about in very early blogs, and how while
visiting my mother and I back in the middle sixties in Westmont, New
Jersey, his electric shaver in this world, became something entirely
different in a dream world that I was in. All I am able to tell, is
Shakespeare himself knew about not only Atlantic City and 1965, but
he also knew about Sarah's shop on Tennessee Avenue. But without
reading his great plays or caring at all about the great classical
literature, no one will ever see these powerful and awesome fucking
truths. I wonder why this dumbed down world and generation all
happened, just like I wonder why all kinds of fuckiGN wacky laws were
passed since 1988 regarding PC and I do not mean computers or any
other thing, Mister Bill Mawr. Yes Detective Curtis, we're losing
people, but the king of the morning light seemed to be onto all of
you. The day at the other KING, AKA Burger King, you crooked fuckiGN
stupid phone app rip off people; Ann told me some things that are
unbloggable. Well, most of my shit is unbloggable, and just because I
dared to blog a lot of it doesn't change that whittle fact, Elmer
Fwudd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jun
8, 2020 11:00 PM – Jun 15,
2020 10:00 PM
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Folksingers
and FOLKS, and Microsucks:
Anyone
not able to see what happened to me after posting the blog up before
going to bed LAST NIGHT, may have 20-20 or 20-15 or maybe even in
rare cases 20-10 physical world eye-vision, but wow is that deceptive
because if you really cannot see what I am going through and what
this HALLS FAWCE is putting me through
in all of this shit, and especially ever since nightmare August 1986
and the 153 day excursion into that “other
Atlantic City” after coming back from the fiery Garden State
Hospital; well, your TRUE BLINDNESS would never ever make my rotten
crappy physical world eyesight problems, ever have any cause at all
to envy all of you bottom line easy eye chart readers out there, yo.
You all fucking totally kill me. The same shit with the viewership.
When my life goes right smack dab off of all dials, this is when I
begin to actually get less views. If anyone wishes to supply any
comment answer that is 'NAUT-PRISHISH' here, pweeeeeeeeeeeeeze then,
feel totally free to do so!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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WHAT
A TOTAL FUCKING JOKE THIS ALL IS!!!!!!
HEY
LOVELY VIQUEEN JEWLLY WHITE:
MAYBE
U-R-
STINKING
TO DOGTOWN BRIDGE, & FINE'.
POOR
POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 2
So
this blog will begin to tie in some pretty wild cohesiveness to my
claims and my sad story from hell, without even going one bit into
the Hollister situation that
we've been kind of harping on for the better part of a year, and just
stick with the flip side of that enemy-coin. This
would be Mister
Trump. Now just
because I have recently joked about some things in no way depicts my
changing of the guard or going rogue on my normal political party of
choice, which is quite blue due to the most
powerful reason of all, and that being not only my MAJOR
ENDLESS POVERTY SITUATION, but actually being
intentionally kept down and poor by some force, that for all I know
is party-blind, or it could be coming from either or even both
parties. Since I am unable to ever seemingly know what is exactly
behind my lifelong horrendous woes concerning them coming from one or
both or neither political parties; I cannot in good conscience ever
fully argue for or against them, other than for the somewhat common
knowledge that democrats seem to favor the poor, while republicans
seem to favor the wealthy, every single time, and twice on goddamn
Sunday. So since I have been literally forced down by an invisible
power or force all of my life, I have had to take into account that
small fact and yet I still know that if I want to keep things totally
real in all of this, I cannot say anything for absolute sure. But one
thing I do know, and that is Mister Trump has been interwoven and
interconnected with my life in several powerful ways, up to and
including any parallel worlds that I have ever visited in dreams
where he does not seem to exist; those realms are where my life is
way more normal, and I am not living in some
forcibly downtrodden situation. That is probably the very
largest of all of this, and due to the fact that the world still
insists on seeing things in 3-D and only in 3-D, I cannot use this
for my guide in any way that would be legal, or even in a discussion
with anyone on a serious or non-metaphysical level; and I totally get
that. I am not, despite the world believing otherwise, and especially
the many WFMU-Internet Radio Miss Therese's of the land, “insane”,
violently or otherwise. So keeping it more 3-D, we have the
connections with the King family. We have the connections to my
roulette playing and thus gambling in Atlantic City casinos, several
of them owned by none other than Mister Trump. And we have that wild
television advertisement of the NON 'S-DAY-Lauder' Perfumes, with
him, along with my daughter, and of course lovely criminal Mizz
Martha. But all of that aside and there are many other smaller items
as well, that for sake of saving time and effort, we will pass by at
least for now; we also have his father's
connection with Public Housing, the parallel event revenge of
my using it to play roulette and then followed by his immediate
Reagan-Counterattack on me in 1986, with his applying it to and
against me, so that he can endlessly prosper and never fail. Another
huge connection between us is that he has gone bankrupt on numerous
occasions, and yes, so has the Mountainpen. We both understand the
tax code, as well as the Bankruptcy Laws of this nation, and yes; we
both have used them. There is nothing wrong nor criminal
in what either of us did, but in the world of the general public and
its ignorance to basic business operations, the masses will always
see those who go bankrupt as not smart, or failures, or crooks. This
is especially true, or years ago it was, by those who claim to be
people of religious and Christian faith. You cannot explain things to
them, and they are as closed minded as all of the smelly stiffs in
the city morgue. People like Mike in present times, or even forty
years ago at RPL with coworker Mashell, to them, bankruptcy is a bad
word that makes the word 'fuck' appear pleasant in comparison. There
is no changing the masses that choose to remain ignorant to many
things. To folks like Mike who claim to not like much governmental
and legal policies, it is either criminal or at best it is immoral to
use the bankruptcy system in the way that those such as myself or
Trump have done, and especially over and over again. The day that we
went to Miami in his car, we got talking about how lots of people who
own large areas of land, also set aside an area for raising some
animals, and do a few necessary things so that they can legally claim
to be “a farm”. This saves a large amount of money, even after
the expense of doing this, over what they would have had to pay in
property taxes every year. To Mike, those peeps are crooks. He is
entitled to his opinion, but my rational mind sees things as does
Trump. If these things are legally there to
be used, then you are a loser and a fool if you don't fucking take
advantage of them. To me, it is no different than anyone
who just haphazardly spends their money when making purchases,
without even trying to get the very best deals, and or max out with
sales and discounts. This is how rich
fucking people GET RICH. The poor
don't understand any of this, even those who think that
they do. Take away everything from a rich
person, and they will have another brand new fortune within a decade.
They will take any amount of income, even as small as mine, set aside
a monthly part of it no matter if the sky falls in; and then they
know what to do with very small amounts of saved money and before we
all know it, they're right back on easy street
again, while the 'dumb-poor' remain in what their ignorance
forces them to be in all their lives, financially
dumb and poor! Dennis Snyder from Jersey
said it all, and it fits only too damn well right here and now, “And
that's just reality, son”. Hey people this is why Trump
is smart, as he understands every single word that I have just typed,
and 99% of the rest of the folks around him, and around you and me;
simply do not. But Trump will do things that
ensure that he gets his way in this life, no matter what. No
matter who they hurt, and no matter if the entire world is wiped out
as a result. He sees this the way most super-wealthies do,
'the survival of the fittest',
which is something contrary to the concept of America and the belief
systems that it was all originally founded on so long ago by our
great forefathers. Now on a blog about a year ago, I said something
like, “Trump will do anything he must to win
the 2020 Presidential election, leaving absolutely no possible
evil deed off the table, so long as he knows that he can get away
with it”. If it is not an exact quote, it is
an exact meaning of the quoted words that I used, and if I
ever come across that particular blog, I will of course 'CAP it into'
the one I am currently doing. But I'll bet
that most of my readers do remember my making that claim,
along with also saying that he will do
something horrendous if he has to, as HE WILL WIN AT ALL COSTS.
Shortly thereafter came the sudden out of nowhere horrible thing that
we now all know as the Global Pandemic.
This is only half of the evil deed. The other half is based on what
he did to win the 2016 election. He managed to somehow get the Public
Housing Authority of Fort Pierce to FLOOD
OUT MY APARTMENT one evening, through the fire and
sprinkler system. This was during the time where I had temporarily
stopped blogging from early in 2016 through middle 2018, a period of
about 30 months, or two and a half years. There was nothing in my
blogs in REAL TIME about this, but when I did begin to blog again in
the summer months of 2018, I made sure to tell you all the full
story. Now he somehow got a horrible monster to move next door to me,
and then simultaneously with this Corona Virus, has
forced me to be a prisoner here, every bit as much as if I
WERE IN JAIL, as is almost what could be thought of now as my SECOND
STOCKHOLM SYNDROME KIDNAPPING, as when you cannot
leave a nightmare situation no matter what, then you all tell me what
label or name that you would apply to it if this were happening to
you. Remember, I predicted and told you all, just as I tell you
about huge stock market rally's, and endless bull markets; and how
it will shoot way up, when world conditions simply make that
happening a complete absurdity, and again, I told how in 2020 this
would be done to me, and by TRUMP; and I know for absolute certainty
that this is all true and real, and I also know with 100% absolute
certainty that there is no way for me to ever prove one word of this
to a soul!
I
am not a world famous successful writer, and I do not have the
talent to do anything other than report my life story, and tell the
incredible things that have happened to me since leaving high school
at the mysterious Haddonfield's Cooley Hall, at the end of January in
1973. Thus I will not be able to place all of these things into some
perfectly chronologically ordered system, like other books and other
blogs perhaps. To me, I see time as well as all these events as one
huge thing that has no true start or finish, nor middle points, nor
any real logic to it; other than some sick
Astral-Plane 'GASME GODS GAMES game'; and smarter folks
someday, hopefully, will be able to not be so concerned about the
many shortcomings of these blogs, and they will then see the
powerhouse nightmare that I have been attempting to convey to the
world for nearly fifteen years now on this internet system.
Now
we're gonna' discuss some other big issues and philosophical concepts
that go all the way back to the olden days before we all used
number-year calendars, or at least before what
recently has been renamed as the common era, and hence after
it began with the ever separated life and death of the Lord
Jesus Christ, and that being for purposes of the calendar,
despite being off by as much as three to six years as many believe;
the year 0, and the year 33. It is a topic that human beings have
wondered about its mysteries and truths ever since we seemingly began
existing here physically. I speak of what else but 'DREAMS', or
having them. Now Biblical prophets, according to scriptures
recognized by all of the great major religious systems of the world,
were taught supposedly by the Almighty GOD; to experience these
things, or explain to others who have experienced them, their true
meanings, in so far as how they may be somehow magically connected
with the waking life we then come back to after our dreams are over
and done. What is not ever told because there was no reason for
telling it, was the actual mechanics behind why this all operates as
it does, and of course those being what Morianity has labeled for
many years now, “TOWEL-SEEPAGE-EFFECT”
of the full 5th dimensional hyperspace matrix where all
universes exist inside of, and where we either live physically
through our bodies in the waking part of it, or through our virtually
countless doubles in virtually limitless parallel or other realities
or universes that also occupy this 5th DHS which simply
means BOTH our WAKING lives, as well as our
combined DREAMING lives. 'TSE'
can
also be labeled therefore as Hyper
Space Mechanics
or sometimes as Hyperspace Equation. But however it is worded,
thought about, or realized in any possible way, ever; it is always
just that, the combined waking and sleeping lives that all human
beings have here on the Earth-Planet, or for the most part here, as
some of us have 'traveled' in these alternate realities or dreams, to
locales that seemingly are off-world as well!
Ancient
Biblical Prophets and the stories told about them in our Christian
and other Bibles, are all doing the same thing that I am doing and
that all of you are doing, with the exception of becoming somewhat
more realized or aware of the process, limited as it may be due
to NOT BEING TOLD OF THE HSM
behind it all by these “GODS”
or God if
you will. Not being given all of the story is all a part of
this, because not being told many things does indeed effect our
entire concept of powerful shit such as life and death, and lots of
smaller items as well. The entire deal with
FAITH
in Christianity especially, is a powerful bunch of stuff in
and of itself, as also is knowledge, such as being TOLD certain
truths and NOT BEING TOLD all of the powerhouse details that would
indeed have great effects ON OUR FAITH LEVELS AS HUMAN BEINGS, and
most likely even obedience levels, such as the ancient story with the
biblical Garden Of Eden. Even if we all knew
and remembered all sorts of shit from the ASTRAL-PLANE,
other people would always be around to try and convince us that it is
all some illusion, mirage,
delusion, trick,
false perception or misunderstanding,
false memory, and this list can
literally trudge on and on here, and I'll make fucking book that just
about anyone out here reading this, knows thissssssss,
Mizz lovely Erica 1983 Snakes Cane of “All My
Children”-TV-Show!!!
These
same FAITH-LEVELS is why nobody can do the miracles of Jesus, and I
don't care how many scriptures have been totally misinterpreted by
phony ass Christians, or all of the fake Televangelists out there who
are making multiple millions of dollars ripping ignorant asshole
believers off every damn day, and five times on Sundays; the truth is
that ONLY the LORD JESUS walked on water and raised the dead and used
whatever tool was needed to duplicate or replicate food or alter the
atomic structure of water so that it became wine and on and on and
on, and I turn off any TV program where some charlatan fake God-Lover
is telling an audience that this is not so, and I do it so fast that
it makes the fucking velocity of the photons quite envious of me. The
only thing that separates our ability or lack thereof from
accomplishing these god-like 'miraculous events', is our level or
DEGREE OF BELIEF in its reality to be done. You can be sure
99.99999999% about all things, and I will prove my point here to all
of my readers 'right here and right now', lovely Lou VanBuren of
“L&O”. If someone told me and could guarantee to my
satisfaction that the deal would be honored, that I may make a wager
that the world will be here in 24 hours, and not wiped out by a
magnatar that has been coming at us for half a million years from out
beyond our galaxy, that will rip our atmosphere completely off and
kill us all, and for doing this I will be paid fifty million bucks,
but if I lose the wager I must be taken to DOGTOWN for a 20
Minnina-Kalpa interaction in the Purgatory, I would not accept the
risk, as I know and I remember the beyond tortuous monstrous
nightmare of being in DOGTOWN, even if the wager was changed to where
I had to spend but a day there, or what would seem to be a day if
measured humanly back here in the mortal temporal realm. We are just
opening up the discussions now on measuring with some meaningful
amount, the levels and degrees of FAITH and BELIEFS in things that
are intangible, abstract, and not absolutely provable to our five
senses. If anyone could alter their 99.99999999999% almost total
belief and faith degree in anything, we could do anything, because
this entire interaction of physical-plane reality is pure illusion
and only here because our true self has divided its beingness by
light speed squared. You could fall off a mountain cliff and start to
float or fly, you could command stones to become food, you could
actually tell a mountain to crumble and fall or tell the sea to mount
up in 1,000 foot swells and cover the inland areas of the world with
flooded destruction. Even Apollo Lucifer,
when here on the physical plane; cannot ever reach 100%
FAITH and BELIEF in his
powers. Now there is a trick to mastering small amounts of
this power, and that trick is being fooled by convincing our waking
brain that we are still in alternate realities where some of these
wild things can in fact be done as I am
speaking of very distant hyperspace locales here. For example,
the night at the Crystal Lake Diner back early in 1995, while I
resided at the Highview Apartments and was out having dinner with my
pal Sir David Roth, where I made that 500 pound spinning cake and pie
rotisserie at the counter literally stop, and then instantly reverse
its directional spin to a counter-clockwise left spin, from its
normal clockwise right spin action; I fully was in what I now label
as a WDI, having nothing to do with driving while drunk, but rather
those initials when scrambled a bit, stands for a Waking-Dream
Interaction. Many have heard of sleep-walkers and
sleep-walking, but this peculiar phenomenon has ways of being
manipulated, once a proper knowledge to many hidden things are known
about. A person can be control-hypnotized by ones OWN SELF, to go to
sleep, and then after normally waking up, telling yourself that
certain things done over in that parallel reality where you just came
out of, you also can do here, and
without so much as one small doubt about it,
Miss Chillie, and Mister
McKinnon. This and only this is how come I have been able to
do many wild things, and once our faith is built to higher and higher
levels, it stands to reason that as a direct result of that, our
doubts are slowly squeezed more and more totally out of existence,
and to the point of reaching a faith
to doubt ratio of a full 0:100
level or DEGREE OF TOTALITY, as I have named and labeled it.
This is how I used to be able to 'think forward', and move through
water, and even air; totally weightless, many times in the past. In
1975 I could re-channel my energy reality, back to where I was in
what people call 'flying dreams', and then after awakening; I
was able to think that it was just totally natural to jump off
ladders and not come crashing to the ground, but if I had one
speck of doubt about it, and I mean one tiny infinitesimal speck, I
would have fallen down hard, and been injured. The mind is everything
to put it mildly, but what is in the mind is equally major important,
as what we do not consciously have awareness or
knowledge to, WE
DO
NOT
HAVE
IT, and it is no
different at all from the example I've given so many times about the
guy who buys a home and lives there thirty years, and then moves away
or dies; and the entire time hidden behind some attic panel, was
a diamond the size of a typewriter
or eighty million bucks cash.
What you don't know of or understand, EVEN
IF YOU HAVE IT, John Gillerlain, and Miss Sanderson,
'star-wheels and all', from 1971; is absolutely
fucking ass MEANINGLESS,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
John, I had it and I didn't know what to do
with it. You were right all along, and I know this now
from a vantage point of being here half a century later, broke,
miserable, and in HELL. But that isn't me' fucking point here, so let
me get back to that. Faith and beliefs are based on several things,
and don't let any religious mother fucker out there lie to any of
you, and tell you that what I'm now going to say here is a goddamn
lie. Yes Christians have lots of faith, and really good practicing
ones after one and two and three or more decades really do become
'serious believers', to use one way of saying it. But
99.9999% and 100%, are two bridge ends, that are in no way ever
brought together by any human world highway or road system;
and THAT, I promise all of you right now, yo!!!!!!!! Only setting
stuff up that can domino in effect, can really bring that OTHER 'FDR'
(Faith-Doubt Ratio) to the necessary 100%, because it is a way for
actually SEEING THE PROOF of what you believe in, and this is what I
mean. I would not make that bet for all that money that I mentioned a
while back because I cannot know about the magnatar. The odds would
give me a zillions to one chance against not being taken to HELL, but
if you think I would take ANY CHANCE whatsoever of being in DOGTOWN,
you are totally fucking nuts as shit. But ask me if I would bet
$1,000.00 right now on if the scientific community would validate my
Parallel Event to the DJIA Stock Market after doing extensive careful
honest research on it, and if I lose, I will have to live here with
this horrible monster nabe for the rest of my life, I would
absolutely make the wager and collect a nice easy thousand! I KNOW
that this is real because I'VE SEEN IT, not once or twice, but
literally fifty thousand times; and I know it is real, this time, any
time, with or without any disco queens,
song teases; or reevaluation
of any preconceived fucking notions!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now when I
built Magnesonic back in the nineteen
eighties, I saw this metaphysical damn shit work over and over, sort
of like Christians seeing God answering their prayers. But we all
know that God does not say “YES” to all prayers, and when I
wanted 'MAGGIE' to do something, I didn't want
to hear any “NO” responses. A NO from GOD is sort of like
having the prayer unanswered, despite how many Christian explaining
it all away so well. I saw the machine work over and over, slowly
lowering my doubt to its power, and slowly raising my beliefs that it
does really work in the tangible and physical world. So then I would
have even more belief and faith the next time I used the punishment
sequencing crush destruct system, and then when more earth surface
disturbances happened, and more aerial vehicles kept crashing out of
nowhere; I would absolutely have a continual
FAITH-LEVELING domino effect, to use it more, and then see it
work and believe more, and the cycle just went on. This as well as my
ability to control motion, is all a part of a complicated series of
items that all totally interconnect with all of this. For all I know,
and when I don't know I say I don't know, but just maybe, Einstein's
“SPOOKY FORCES” deal is all mixed in with this wild truth. The
reason perhaps that atomic energies are all connected together,
despite the great spaces that may lay in-between them; all has to do
with the fact that to ENERGY, there is no separation of time or space
or actually, SPACE-TIME. But in addition, the reason for the
interconnectiveness to all things or the way that dots seem to indeed
come together right down to names, and letters, and numbers, and all
of this and more, is most likely due to the fact that each of these
5-D dots on this 5-D matrix of HYPERSPACE, where all of this is
existing in whether it has been multiplied by or divided by C-SQ is
indeed due to each of these DOTS being assigned a
COSMIC-NUMERATION,and just as with real human Earthly numbers, some
of them go into others, and some do not, and some of them are
rational, and some of them are irrational numbers, and on and on
along those lines, mathematically!!!!!!!!! Hey, I said I don't know,
BUTTERCHEESE and BIG
ASS BUTT BUT peeps; this
potential explanation makes every bit as much sense as any other one
that could ever be dreamed up by anyone, ever, at any time!!!!!!!!!!
And indeed, THAT, is why my 1994 BOOK, “TPB”
was filled with my discussing that very same exact thing, upon
several fucking occasions. It is now seventeen
fucking minutes past nine on this Wednesday night, and my COMCAST
SERVICE was just fucked
up and HACKED.
I was watching the TV and had just switched from one channel to
another one and then the little blue line on the TV box went black
dark and no commands on their remote device worked. I unplugged it
and plugged it back in and it is now rebooting. I will tell you what
happens. Also yesterday morning, I called the office of Governor
Desantis, and left a voice mail about my trying to move during the
pandemic, and I have not had a call back, and
it has been two business days now. I will have to make some
kind of other plans now for getting my very needed information, as
these prick enemies in that state capitol won't ever help me and I
should have known better; but hey, at least I tried, and now it is
just more ammunition for my tell-tale arsenal of counter attacks for
my blogs as well as my files, as well as my mental memory. There's
nothing fucking wrong with the modem service as all the right lights
are blinking or holding solid, in all of the places where they
should, when and if the device is functioning all right. It is now
9:29 and all Comcast Services have resumed their normal functions
again. Agent Condor and Agent Falcon on WPIX-TV Channel-11, NYNY,
said it all in their very fucking fantastic documentary show from
1988, called “UFO, The Coverup”. “I
will never have a moments peace for the rest of my life”.
This was the most accurately depicted quotation that I can
incorporate into my own life's situation and circumstances, ever
spoken by human beings of this mother fucking EARTH-PLANET if I do
have to say so me'self, 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
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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!
There
were powerful reasons that I was excluded from the Residence Meeting
here back on Monday morning the fifteenth of June, at eleven of the
fucking clock, and although I was not banned or barred from it
literally, they made good and damn sure that I
WOULD INDEED MISS OUT ON IT, since the PH Authorities were
all here, and I could if nothing at all else, have politely asked or
demanded if need be, to be 'PLACED ON A WAITING LIST FOR A QUIETER
AREA UP ON 17th STREET FOR ELDERS SUCH AS ME'!!!!!!! Every
turn is being intentionally road blocked away from my ability to do
any tiny little thing, and this shituation of life has literally been
going on now since early the previous decade, and worsening more and
more ONCE TRUMP THREW HIS HAT INTO THE MOTHER FUCKING 2016
ELECTION!!!!!! I am in no way imagining any of this goddamn mother
fucking dogshit. They used to leave notes at all the doors of the
residents every time ANY MEETING was to be held in the Community
Room, and that stopped as you all know around a year ago or so. But
that lame bullshit about the Crime-Watch dude at the desk, going up
on the floors and walking up and down, hollering about it at the very
last minute, as if he was some middle or late nineteenth
century English Town Crier announcing the “ALL
IS WELL” after all of the “O'CLOCK
CLOCK HOURS”; is totally beyond the lovely
great Queen-Katy's 1997 WEEDEEKAWUSS
nonsensical pig crap at light speed cubed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Speaking of the building, at just shy of half past eleven, we
had a late hour FIRE ALARM go off, and it was deactivated
after a short ten minutes or so, by the local Ladder Engine Company
just down the street a ways.
Trump
is having another one of his stupid idiotic huge RALLY'S this coming
Saturday somewhere in the mid-western part of the country. He insists
that we are winding down now with our pandemic problems, which
is utter nonsense, and right on
par IMHO with the PHA's building-Town Crier announcing a LAST SECOND
Resident's Meeting. Still, he is no mother fucking dummy,
just as I said. He knows that politically he must do this and say all
these things, and he can always count on
his base of followers to follow him literally into, and throughout
DOGTOWN itself. Anyone who doubts this is the fool,
not any of them. But he knows how to always properly gamble and why
not as a fucking global casino owner? But he knows that many people
will come and then spread this goddamn virus all over the place, so
he is making everyone who attends it to sign legal forms that totally
hold blameless him, his organization, or anything at all that
pertains to it, so nobody can get sick and then sue! Trump is a LEGAL
BEAGLE, and as I said on earlier parts of this blog back yesterday,
he is not afraid to apply any and all legal strategies in order to
accomplish his rotten selfish evil goals and objectives!!!!!!!!!!
WEIN-SOSO-SSDD???
Trumps
most recent and urgent problem is his former black-ops agency
employee who is no longer working with the government and has written
a TELL-ALL book about the great Almighty Sir Donald John Trump, whose
name is Sir Agent Bolton. I am clueless to all the possible piles of
nasty shit that may be in there, and he is doing every possible thing
that he can do including suing him before this book is even out; to
stop it from getting into the public domain, so it must be a
real, and to quote the wonderful, awesome, and previous
great gentleman president, Sir Barack Obama, “Doozie-Whopper”,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can only
imagine what it all could be about but if it does come out, I will
spend the money to get me a copy of it. IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!! No matter
what this book will tell, I doubt it will even contain any really
powerful ASTRAL-PLANE INFORMATION, such as how the James Redfield
'JRSS' Synchronicity syndrome of endless dot connectiveness, is all
part of the TRUMP NIGHTMARE toothpaste
TOO, Sir Microsucks Corporation. Laugh
all you want to, and call me a sicko deluded paranoid nut-job
psychotic loony-tune schizophrenic if it makes you feel better, but
all things do indeed connect and they are not happening for random
no-good reasons, right down to words and names and numbers, and al of
it. Call it magical thinking all you want to, but I know that if
properly used and properly understood and applied to life's numerous
situations; truths will endlessly and perhaps slowly, become revealed
to all seekers that apply the intentional usage of the JRSS. Why does
Mister Trump have this major powerful affinity for a drug that is
used, and has been used for many decades, hydrochloraquin, or however
it is spelled and said; for fighting our CVGP shituation (Corona
Virus Global Pandemic)????????? Well, right away comes a completely
unmistakable item that if you choose to ignore, you are a Morianity
Denier at a full on top level, a dues paying button on the lapel
claiming member of the Anti-Morianity Society. This 'magic drug' that
is anything BUT a cure or even a decent treatment for the CV, is and
has been for a very long time, a medication for the treatment of a
disease that literally means “BAD AIR”, and is named Malaria, and
that may or may not also be misspelled here. But what is Trump's
daughter's name for crying out loud? The similarity is almost as
close a the combined Summer-Carey Millie Vanillie Lip-Synched Vocoder
vocal sampled sound track nightmare from 1980 that was done to me for
reasons that go beyond mortal plane fathomability; but this was all
indeed done to me at the Maxfield Studio on the 1st day in
May of the unforgettable year of 1980, in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, on
Beidamin Avenue near the Garden State Race Track!!!!!
All
dots connect, and Albert Einstein
himself, although he put it like a young teen aged kid frustrated
with why his parents wouldn't let him go out to a party one night;
was just as frustrated by particles that were able to be in
communication with each other, with no rational or reasonable
scientific explanation in those days and times being available to
make any sense of it; and he named his quite mysteries physics
finding, “Spooky Forces”;
and this is absolutely no different at all to why the JRSS deal works
as it does!!!!!!!!!!!! All of this shit will be greatly delved more
deeply into as more blogs keep on going, as will many older things
that again,all connect up. I may not know at the exact second just
how all of my shit fits together when I appear to be opening up new
concepts and ideas from time to time, but I know that as time goes
on, it WILL BE REVEALED to me,
through and via the Biblical Promise of asking,
seeking, knocking,
or as I will call this from now on, the BP-ASK (Biblical
Promise of ASK-SEEK-KNOCK), and yes, read the four fucking
Gospels and don't ever take the Mountainpen's word for anything when
you don't have to. I would never ever want a single soul to do that.
I want you to see my shit is real for yourselves, yo BRRRRRRR!!!! And
for all of the great and Almighty Listener
Therese's out there in the world; I bid you adieu and 'good
night', along with Sir Carol Anderton and Sir Adam Schiff, of
“L&O”!!!!!!!!
At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon,
roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in
various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD
called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was
made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same
title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons-
The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and
they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed
somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on
a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently
insane.
Mark claims to
be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family
will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ
Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50
richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of
course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he
means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s
own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)
Here then, are
three selections from Mark’s version of reality:
If you need
more Mark from NJ, Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now, if you’ll
excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.
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by Listener
Therese on December 12, 2006 at 01:28 AM in Audio
Mysteries, MP3s,
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But
yes, if they are wrong and I am totally rational and sane, and this
is all true and not made up because I am some nutcase who loves to
just make up wacky shit for no reason at all, and screw with the
reputations of otherwise good folksingers and FOLKS all over the
world; well then, if indeed I am part of a group where life and death
technology is all just par and parcel for everyday shit that they do
to me for kicks and just for the sake of nothing else; well, then
religion and all shit connected to it and with it all over the entire
EARTH-PLANET is all one huge gigantic BALLOON-HOAX and absolute crock
of shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now many people would kill to keep THAT
SECRET OFF THE NEWSTANDS, am I wrong, yo??????????
So
you now have just awakened into a life out of nowhere, where you
seemingly have nothing go right, day after day, year after year, no
matter what you do, or how hard you try; and it makes Murphy and his
law of everything going wrong, look tame in fucking comparison. Then
you suddenly come to meet some people who have the ability to do this
and cause you agony forever, and are enjoying it. If you prefer, you
can imagine an example here where
you suddenly remember people in your past,
and come to see as clearly as daylight on a fucking mountain top,
that the only thing that explains what is happening to your entire
life, is
them doing this to you.
Now you in this example, and for the sake of taking this little
journey with me here; fully
know this influence & domination ability is absolutely real,
and that some people seemingly have this horrible gift, and
are indeed using it!!!!!!!!
You now are convinced without the smallest shadow of a mother fucking
doubt, that
they can do these things to you and most likely have done things such
as this to you in the past, and that they and pals of theirs are even
still at it,
and yet you have no way of ever getting to them, or at them, as they
now are totally fucking able to remain in the protected shadows of
some quintessential closets! You literally know that indeed,
surrounding
your life are real living flesh and blood Star
Trek type of TELLOSIANS,
with this total
mind control power,
and that they are absolutely without a doubt responsible for messing
up your entire life, and are enjoying if you will, THE
SHOW of seeing you react like a caged tortured fucking pathetic
animal, with no way out except possibly an eventual suicide;
and
then you even come to the epitome of hellishness, when after numerous
unexplainable incidents, you realize that EVEN SUICIDE IS IMPOSSIBLE,
and you, for whatever reason, CANNOT
DIE AND REMAIN DEAD,
as other mortals seemingly are able to do, in this simulationogram,
or COSMOS!!! This will lead now to my final diatribe and soapbox
complaining nightmare, on unimaginable
tons of mega steroids.
I have DIED
NINE TIMES
BETWEEN 1976
AND 2007.
Here is a list of remembered situations that go beyond any way of
really ever discussing them seriously in a public forum, for fear of
being literally taken to the Wright Patterson AFB, and becoming
dissected! Of course, that won't end my nightmare hellishness either,
but I don't need the additional horrific shit that would be entailed.
I am not going to be specific right now, and merely am going to do a
very quick outline for the record, but I swear under citizenship of
the USA, and my Almighty
Goddess SSJKK (God Almighty),
and so if I am trying to deceive anyone here, or am intentionally
lying; I hope to go to hell for all eternity, and I hope to go to
prison for the rest of my miserable rotten stinking life as Mark
Wayne Mohr as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
INCIDENT
#1----YEAR----1976
At
my apartment in Clementon, NJ-USA
Plugged
a walkie-talkie antenna into a 220 volt air conditioner electrical
receptical. Saw blinding flash. Heard deafening snap sound. Met
Professor Gaukauk for the first time, and he told me I was dead, and
that I would not remain dead.
INCIDENT
#2----YEAR----1982
Driving
on Route 30 in Audubon, NJ-USA.
Truck
in opposing lane blocked my view and I thought no one was coming
after the truck, and I stupidly made a left turn near Station Avenue
one morning, going to the home of mom's gal pal, Mizz Audrey Heller.
A horrendous fatal collision happened and then suddenly, I felt
dizzy, and then found myself one minute later driving down the side
street to Mizz Heller's home; myself and the vehicle totally in tact,
yet I absolutely remember wrecking out and dying.
INCIDENT
#3----YEAR----1983
Driving
on Route 30 in Ancora, NJ-USA.
Was
newly on a prescribed medication by my Westmont Doctor, Frank
Addiego-MD, called 'Ativan' with the current era generic name of
'Lorazepam', an anti-anxiety medication high dosage of 4 Mg daily,
that made me get very sleepy when driving many times. While heading
west on the road late at night with no one around, I crashed into a
large structure beyond the road's shoulder that is a concrete
simulation of a wine bottle advertising a local winery. Right after I
was smashed to bits, I was again driving and just as it was about to
happen in a weird echo type of repeating reality; a voice yelled out
my name, some religious folks told me it is a guardian angel. I heard
a super loud shout as plain as day, “MARK”, giving me half a
second to wake up, and steer back onto the road, where I nearly
wrecked out, but miraculously managed to recover control of me'
vehicle.
INCIDENT
#4----YEAR----1984
Driving
on Route 130 in West Collingswood, NJ-USA.
While
driving back from Atlantic City, and living in Cinnaminson, NJ-USA; I
again fell asleep while driving me' vehicle, due to the high dosage
of ATIVAN I was taking daily for a mysterious and unexplainable
medical condition, that is still with me to this very day, up here in
the 2020 Year of our Lord (AD-Ano Dominae). At that time, this
highway had a non concrete barrier between directional lanes in that
area, and it was all just a wide area of grass. Suddenly I fell
asleep and found myself at a high rate of speed, roaring across the
grass median right into oncoming traffic. I crashed and died. Then I
suddenly found myself instantly repeating the crash, and then again
was sent back several seconds while on the grass median, and I
instantly turned the steering wheel, and I managed to regain control,
and got back on the normal lane that I needed to be on and
fortunately no other vehicles were nearby going in the direction that
I was heading home on, northwesterly.
INCIDENT
#5----YEAR----1985
Living
at Highview in Williamstown, and while driving on a side road going
to work at Bechtel Power, as a Security Guard; I was approaching the
main intersection at a traffic light, Route 45. I had my car stereo
up loud, and did not hear the police car zooming down Route 45
heading westerly. We collided, and I remember seeing this officer's
EYEBALLS, and for whatever reason, that stayed with me in a huge
way. His eyeballs literally went right through my face, and both of
our vehicles were mangled and wiped out, and we of course were cut to
pieces and were dead. Then, suddenly I saw his eyeballs again in
front of mine, closer than any two people ever could be in a real
waking situation. Then I was dizzy for a few seconds, and then I
found myself on the other end of the intersection. I made it through
and neither he nor I were any worse for wear. The entire incident is
somehow being uncreated in my opinion, with some beyond unfathomable
ultra-high-tech.
INCIDENT
#6----YEAR----1995
Dave
Roth and I went to a WAWA Convenience Store late one night while I
resided at Highview in Williamstown, NJ-USA and the weather was hot
and oppressive, without a cloud in the moonlit sky. Suddenly while I
was in the store, I was looking at something that I was not sure
whether to buy it or not, and Dave had only been in the store with me
for maybe two minutes, and now was waiting for me in his car. A man
and a woman came in, and only myself and the store clerk, and them,
were now in this WAWA. I heard one of them use the word 'GUN' and I
knew they were going to rob the place. I started to walk out of the
store after replacing a bag of chips and a soda back onto any old
shelf as I wanted out of there. I have a very faint recollection of
feeling a terrible burning inside of my body, and then I was getting
into Dave's car in the front passenger seat, and it was drizzling
outside. It also was now cool, and in the short five minutes or less
that I was in the WAWA Store, the temperature went from about 85 to
60 degrees. Dave told me that I was in there for fifteen minutes
however, only I simply was not, nor have any memory of it. When I
asked him if he got a bad vibe when that African-American (AA) couple
walked in, he said to me, “What AA couple?, you were the only one
in the whole damn store”! Then after we had driven a few miles to
some place that he wanted to go to, I absolutely remember the man
saying, “Give me all the money mother fucker” to the store clerk.
I knew that he had shot both him and me at that point, and that I had
died.
INCIDENT
#7----ALSO THE YEAR----1995
I
was living at Highview in Williamstown, and drove one early afternoon
down to Atlantic City, on the Black Horse Pike. I parked, and I
walked two blocks or so to the ocean, and a storm was on its way, and
the beaches were open, but no one was allowed to even put their feet
into the ocean, due to some incredible rip tide according to the
local area lifeguard. I sat down in a gully to cool off, and a
gorgeous young girl began talking to me, and I was just beginning to
have thoughts about Sarah from Atlantic City and had not yet written
the songs about her. This magical girl just suddenly was there with
me in this gully, and she then apparently must have hypnotized me, as
I then found myself there, but on a day where it was sunny and
bright, and the water was a little bit rough, but no storms were
causing dangerous rip tides, and so lifeguards were allowing swimmers
to be in the drink. So I forgot about where I thought that I was, and
began to walk over to the ocean, and went in and started to body-surf
with a whole lot of young kids on floats and buggy boards. All of a
sudden, I just found myself way out in the drink, and no matter how
hard I swam, the rip tide was somehow back, and I could not get in.
The lifeguards were laughing at me, and some came out and did not
even think that I was in trouble. Finally, I went under the water and
died, and then suddenly, I am near the beach by about fifteen feet or
so, and a lifeguard had me by the hand, pulling me in; and when I
got in, I realized that I was never there earlier a few hours back,
and that what I thought happened was really what occurred about a
week or more ago, and was two days after I was shot and killed at
that WAWA store that night, with me' pal David Charles Roth. I walked
to where the car was originally parked in the first part of this wild
two-part experience, and sure enough, it was gone; so I walked to
where I had a new memory of it, and it was there. But when I got
there, the window was open, and a lot of shit that I had on my front
seat had been rifled through. Talk about the Ancient
Astronaut
Theorists;
as all this shit would literally bring those dudes to a total
conniption fucking fit. All of reality had been changed around me,
but somehow this time, this strange young girl was a part of it; and
I never have talked much about her on these blogs. In any event, I
totally remember drowning, and then I remember reality around me
altering with my car, and even my clothes were slightly altered, as I
know I was wearing a red jersey the first time, and after the
drowning, I appeared to be wearing a brown one.
INCIDENT
#8----YEAR----2005
At
my jobsite at Cifaloglio, NJ-USA, on the day after Christmas
12-26-2005
I
died of a fatal heart attack. I'd been feeling poorly for a week or
more, and I had not been able to sleep much, and was under lots of
stress and pressure from many personal woes and problems. I drifted
off into a light sleep for a few minutes right shy of 5 AM, and at
5:02 or so, a noisy air filtering machine always goes on without fail
at that place. On that particular day, it shocked me awake, and I
remember getting a terrible agonizing heart attack, and I totally
died and I absolutely was dead; and I found myself suddenly standing
outside of my car, and looking in at my body all slumped over the
steering wheel. I realized that a white sports car had driven into
the Transfer Station behind me and I didn't realize that I was not in
the human realm, and I walked over to it and
had that wild experience with whatever or whoever
PINK
GODDESS TRULY IS,
as I now refer to her, and have ever since approximately the year of
2013 AD now. This is when I first had that experience in the Transfer
Station, and was sent to the other side of it, and ended up in the
future May of 2006; and later ended up at the McDonald's of Atlantic
City, near the Bader Airfield and Ballpark, on the Black Horse Pike.
I also was told by then deceased Frank Callio who I had yet to learn
had indeed died, to “go to NYC and see some A&R lady, about me'
song, 'Atlantic Queen'”. Then I willed myself to the Capitol City
of Purgatory's Capitol Province, SDK, and was later on, sent back to
my body, and my body had been completely healed and repaired.
INCIDENT
#9----YEAR----2007
At
my trailer at Jenny's Park (Mullica Mobile Manor), NJ-USA
I
was talking to LIGHTNING
on my telephone during a huge thunderstorm, and I told her something
that does indeed get HER extremely excited when SHE hears HER Ricky,
or really (me asleep in my Mark Mohr human persona dream in 5th
dimensional hyperspace), and that is whenever I call HER by HER
pet-name, “BABY-BLOND”, and she came right in as I had my trailer
door open, and she struck the porch, and fried it to where half of it
had to be later removed; and then she came in and went through my
entire telephone, and connected apparatus. I know this because my
telephone, as well as my Caller-ID Box, and my speed dialer device,
all separate mechanical systems in those times; were ALL TOTALLY
FRIED OUT AND BUSTED. I remember a short interaction where I was in
Ricktown Manor in Ricktown in Olympia Province, in our favorite
bedroom where Diana (LIGHTNING) has a beyond gigantic closet, where
SHE keeps tens of thousands of HER favorite bows and arrows, as SHE
is a wonderful and talented archer on the Astral-Plane. We were
standing right in the front of the closet where SHE was telling me
that several entities were using astral-projection to visit us here,
and how she does not mind that, unless they venture into HER closets,
where SHE keeps all of HER favorite bows and arrows. Suddenly, I was
holding my telephone and was back on the Physical-Plane again,
completely unharmed; but the remnants of what had happened were
there. The burned out porch, and the broken and fried phone
equipment.
Blogging
will now go like this until the computer is all packed up as it soon
will be, and once I speak to the Governor's Office to see if they can
tell me what I can do since moving is considered “essential” such
as buying fucking groceries, pandemic or no pandemic. What I'll do is
just not worry until the END OF THE BLOG, what time or date that it
is, but I will indeed post on the same day that it originates from,
at least in most cases, and if not, I will explain. But my point here
is that I'll give the full time and date at the end when I am about
to cut and paste or (CAP) it into the GOOGLE-BLOGGER website, or post
it up. For right now it is Tuesday but that is all we need concerning
chronology. Yesterday as we all know was just about the worst mother
fucking day of my entire life with that huge wing-ding party that
Mister Mexico threw. All night long even though there was no music,
doors kept slamming, and I eventually managed with help from
earplugs, to fall asleep at right around three after tossing and
turning for two hours with the continual noise from these horrible
monster filth bags next door to me. I even told the fucking cops
yesterday exactly what the Public Housing has done to me, and how the
maintenance peeps actually helped their pal and this total prick move
into here, just as was the case in the early eighties nearly forty
years ago with that monster slut whore Playboy Bunny bitch at Robin
Hill Apartments! But as for yesterday, I have examined some definite
possibilities for why this all happened to me, and yes, of course the
STOCK MARKET. When is it ever NOT that mother fucking stock market
and ICPE-APE-TECH being used on me for crissake, but in this case it
was that, and it also was other shit, OTHER REALLY HUGE FUCKING CUNT
EATING SHIT, AND I KNOW IT ONE HUNDRED DICK LICKING PERCENT, YO YO YO
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One
of the very first things that I normally do unless I have other more
urgent and pressing motives for continuing in any particularly named
blog-book, is to change it to a new one after a day that is so beyond
monster ass bad that no words could even try and intelligently talk
about it. So this is why I am in this new blog book, BRAHHH!!! But
getting back to the other matter of examining, and even copying the
Latengrate Mizz Donna Discoqueen Summer
here, by “reevaluating my preconceived notions”, concerning
the why's and the where's of yesterday's brutal assault, and
BEYOND ELDER ABUSE, let's try and discuss it a little bit rationally.
First off, it was all about not only the most current hyperspace's
towel seepage effects, but the effects also from the night before as
well as my talking about it on the blog preceding the one posted that
began originally as NOTE or CHAPTER number 7, and ended up as a
combination of 7-8-9 and on top of that, 'B' part, since I messed up
lots of shit on my open-office files and had to literally remake lots
of new documents and eventually ended up just pasting in a whole
goddamn lot of shit into the final copy of 7-8-9-B. So we are out of
that nightmare blog-book now and let's just forget that it ever
fucking happened, but still, I need to examine why it did, and all
shit fucking points to TWO POWERFUL NIGHTMARES ON STEROIDS, both of
them about none other than this HORRIBLE PARK TERRACE PUBLIC HOUSING
BUILDING here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USA-ESMWG.
Let's
discuss nightmare number one that I was all set to make a day of
blogging about when literally, ALL MOTHER
FUCKING DIRTBAG DOGTOWN BROKE LOOSE AROUND ME LIKE NOTHING EVER
BEFORE IN ALL MY TIME HERE IN FLORIDA, AND YES, THIS WAS
THE ABSOLUTE MOTHER FUCKING WORST ATTACK THAT I EVER HAD HERE IN TEN
AND A HALF YEARS DOWN IN THIS MISERABLE HELLHOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
told about the powerful shit with the lovely goddess girl in the
hallway and how she spoke to me about the McVeigh-Microchip that is
inside of my body and has been ever since June of 1983 when “someone
or something” Captain Shatner Trek, indeed 'PUT IT INTO ME'!!!!!!!
Telling this wild story online was a real NO-NO as the modern
expression has gone for some time now. A REALE FUCKING GODDAMN TOTAL
NO-NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then there was the dream following that
one on the very following night, also here in this PH NON
PATTY-HOLLISTER Building, and this was all about WHAT
people? Yessir, all about how the maintenance jerk offs who had moved
this enemy nabe prick in here next door to me back on New Years Day
or maybe over the course of several days just after the actual
Christmas time of last year, and in the nightmare, they were all
insisting on having a lot of loud music in my own apartment, were
they naut, lovely Mizz Blake of the great 1983 'phone company', and
before the BIG BREAK UP INTO THE BABY-BELLS, as the expression went
back then, proving at least to me beyond one speck of fucking doubt
that I am always a powerful connection to something, because huge
things always happen around me when I am into something that it all
seems to be a part of, such as the telephone shit in 1983 that I was
going through, and never was able to get to the bottom of, hard as I
persisted and tried my fucking ass off; BRO! And screw Microsucks
Corporation and screw your fucking broadcaster!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YESSIR WORLD, the maintenance peeps in that wild nightmare from hell
were insisting that I have this great big powerful amplifier here in
my apartment and on top of a bureau that I used to have in this
universe or here in waking-life as you all would say, back at 1802
Robin Hill. This was indeed the very same one that I had the
FAKE-SPEAK concerning a small nuclear reactor that I had supposedly
built and had become out of control, and was over heating, as I knew
I was being bugged and was having my civil rights being violated back
then after that bunny bitch had moved in shortly before, and was
trying to “test them and get a reaction” to quote the great ADA
Ron Wirtz Senior of the Camden County Prosecutor's Office, who I'd go
onto eventually meet while in the final Robin Hill unit that I rented
from middle 1989 through the end of January in 1991, in unit #1102,
and that was on 5 December of 1989, and then shortly thereafter in
early 1990 somewhere, the greatest TV law show in history was
created. Another baby-bell phone company break up syndrome here I am
quite sure, delusions of fucking grandeur all not withstanding here
folksinger-FOLKS and
MICROSUCKS!!!!!!!!!! Yes the point here
is that the towel-seepage-effects
into this waking world PROVE TO ME, just as the Christian
Bible also shows Biblical Prophets how 'TSE'
works, and can interpret what is happening right here in the waking
world; just how this 'PH' Authority
Building are all in this conspiracy to make me suffer with LOUD MUSIC
ATTACKS NOW all the time until I am able to get the
fuck out of this horrible mess I am now in with these monster
pricks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They absolutely insisted that I have
that huge amp in here, it was delivered here, it was then brought
into my apartment by the maintenance peeps, all of it, and then POW,
before I was even able to write it all down and blog this wild dream
from HELL, POOF, I went through the worst LOUD MUSIC ASSAULT OF MY
ENTIRE LIFE, ALL DAY LONG FROM NOON UNTIL A QUARTER PAST NINE, ALONG
WITH ENDLESSLY SLAMMING DOORS AS WELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For all
intents and purposes, I WAS ALSO RIGHT BACK WITH THAT HORRIBLE BITCH
PLAYBOY BUNNY IN 1982, AT THE NIGHTMARE ROBIN HELL-HILL APARTMENTS OF
DOGTOWN, OLYMPIA! And anyone who doesn't think that the most
powerhouse connectiveness of these mother fucking wild dots from hell
or the JRSS in all of this, is just silliness so far as the PH
standing for both PUBLIC HOUSING
as well as Patty Hollister, is
blinder than the WWC (Winn-Wonder Club), with all Golden Nugget
Atlantic City cheating Casinos where Mark Mohr and Jim Burr are
playing “Opposite-Follow” Roulette one day just two hours before
the throat attack on the other end of town at the Resorts Casino, all
not one bit withstanding here, yo BREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
I
was going to say another really big item on that blog from two blogs
ago, and before yesterday's nightmare was then thrust upon me by the
mother fucking WOMO-MILITUFORCE scum. I told what happened and yes, I
told it all before on earlier blogs as well, but
I was going to add something that I decided not to at the time,
but would have if I could have known the horrible fucking assault
that I'd be struck with yesterday. Oh yes, that gang of motor-bikers
that terroristically assaulted me with biological warfare, at Guthrie
Shorts rental home and mini-mansion, back in the final years of the
nineteen-eighties in Blue Anchor, NJUSAESMWG; are the very same
people behind CREATING THIS CORONA VIRUS last year, when they
couldn't wipe me out that day on 19 August with that nightmare
horrific JURY DUTY DAY that we all know about only too damn ass well.
How do I know this? Well, to properly address and answer that
gargantuan mystery would require days and days of complicated text
writings and many blogs, so for now, I merely state that I am fully
aware that the very same group of wet-works terrorists who are not
ISIS nor are they any legitimate or recognized peeps, but are most
definitely under the control and command of the MAJESTIC-12 Black-OPS
of powerful globally connected shadow governmental forces, shortened
now by me as the 'GCSGF', and believe me or don't choose to believe
me, but I know this for positive sure, and if any authority wants to
put me on the stand, to discuss just what I know, and how I have
personally been involved with this group, at least since August of
1986, and completely against my will and only as a helpless fucking
victim, well; be my GUEST-GUESS from here
to the capitol fucking city of the great ASTRAL-PLANE (PURGATORY),
Sahasra Dal Kanwal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
tried calling the Governor's Office this morning. All you
will get or at least all that I could get, was a long waiting
hold-music-loop that we all are quite fucking familiar with I'm sure,
and then after ten minutes, they tell you to leave a voice mail. I
will either try to do this so that I can report that you never get a
call back, or maybe I will get lucky, but also, I will try to
communicate with them also in the more accepted new age way, online.
This world sucks when you lived in BETTER TIMES, when all of this
shit was beyond even the imagined nightmares of a diseased mind in
HELL! One who thinks every so often such as I do, cannot help to draw
mental comparisons during even low intensity periods of cogitation.
As I type now at the beginning of this Tuesday afternoon onto a blog
that began around shortly past eight this morning, the skies of Fort
Pierce have become very CHEMTRAILED. While out on my TIKER number one
yesterday afternoon, there was a chemtrail that was meant for me when
I was at the Indian River where the Fort Pierce Inlet System swings
all the way around to the Port Saint Lucie Nuclear Plant area, and
gets quite wide for many miles, and really, is ocean water but
calmer. Also yesterday, lots of wind was kicking up when approaching
the waterway. At the beach the wind gusts were at or exceeding 30
miles per hour, or so goes my best GUEST-GUESS here. Yes, a huge set
of chemtrails are going directly over my Patty Hollister Building or
my “OTHER” PH Building here, and throughout the morning, I have
had extra problems clearing my throat as well as feeling queezy and
shitty and extra dry mouthed. Still, as for feeling rotten, anyone
out there reading these words, my age, and under this much fucking
cunt enemy stress and endless harassment, as well as also coming off
of a day as brutal as 'yesterday', Mister Marcucci; WOULD
FEEL QUITE FUCKING CUNT ROTTEN TOO, YO
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, I killed a huge
dirty rotten mother fucking roach in my kitchen about an hour or so
ago and then sprayed my final RAID CAN all over. This
is all a result of THIS PRICKY SHITTY DIRTY DISGUSTING ILLEEEEEEEGAL
MEXICAN-AMERICAN NABE FROM DOGTOWN-HELL, NEXT DOOR TO ME IN UNIT
#605, I'm quite goddamn fucking sure, YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
just in time blocked my cunt chewing screen-monitor before two more
minutes elapsed and would cause me to see UGLY ROTTEN ENEMY-JANE
Ballparks, should I happen to be MIND-CONTROLLED and or
MIND-MANIPULATED to look at the damn thing at that exact point in
time; OH MIGHTY SOUND
EFX-LADY, OF THE DREW CAREY CLUB, AND ALSO THOSE GREAT AND
WONDERFUL POWERFUL INHABITANTS OF THE FICTIONAL PLANET KNOWN AS
TALLOS-4 OF STAR TREK, that went onto launch that awesome mother
fucking terrific SYFY TV show, yo BRAH!!!!!!!! So as Sir
Chester-Frank would put things right about fucking dick sucking now,
should he happen to be here, which of course he is 'naut' lovely
Mizz AT&T BLAKE of 1983, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
THIS
BLOGGER WILL REMOVE ANY © MATERIAL UPON
REQUEST.
Those
pigs are really slamming their doors as they do at this time every
single goddamn day now. This assault is by no means over,
between the doors again as well as those horrible terroristic
chemtrails!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
COUNTERSTRIKE
OF 16 JUNE, 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 TWO DAY MONSTER-DEATH SIEGE ON ME ON JUNE 15 AND JUNE 16,
2020, WITH
A
MAJOR
SKY AND HEALTH SIEGE, MAJOR NOISE AND NABE ENEMY DEATH ATTACK AND
ELDER ABUSE AT EPITOMIZED LEVELS, AND FINANCIAL OPPRESSION SIEGE,
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.
I
plan to call the ESS-COMCAST SERVICE to
downgrade my service, since my contract
with them ran out two or three months ago; and I can now do this,
unless they put me in a saving group plan. I cannot afford to give
them over 230 bucks a month for all this crappy fucking service, huh
CUZZ???????? When that man is right peeps, HE'S RIGHT, and
don't ever let a soul tell you he is not, or try and sell
you the biggest lie of all, that the really dumb fucking peeps all
buy into that he is DUMB. If Trump
is so fucking cunt ass DUMB then
how, come on assholes, just goddamn HOW IS HE ABLE TO BE A
MULTI-BILLIONAIRE, ABLE TO PAY HARDLY ANY TAXES AND YES, TOTALLY AND
COMPLETELY 'LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGALLY', ABLE TO LIVE A LIFE THAT NO ONE
SINCE KING MIDAS HAS LIVED, BECOME A UNITED STATES PRESIDENT; AND
THERE IS A LOT MORE? If he is so goddamn stupid and
dumb, there is no way that he could have accomplished that incredible
feat, so give the jerk off some credit and quit spreading that
totally fucking absurd lie around about him. Call him a total monster
if you want to, but please, not dumb because to
call him dumb MEANS THAT YOU ARE DUMBER THAN DOGSHIT, and the
facts back all of this shit up 100%!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And hey yo Ann
King Silva, don't try pulling off his damn hair at the casino when we
all got down there that day when he comped your room for you. That
wouldn't be very goddamn nice, nor possible; as
it really is his hair, just ask that night
time talk show host who gave it a really good yank five years
ago, he'll fucking tell you!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Still,
being chocked to death began in 1983, and was made far worse in 2015.
But they didn't kill me, and they couldn't kill me. Highland
Avenue-1984 Mark Wayne Mohr, just keeps doing the COPPERTOP BATTERY
Dance of Forever; Peter Paul Pedersen Pan
Geico!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
WAS SO SCARED THAT DAY IN MAY, WHILE YOU'RE FAVORITE GAME
YOU'D PLAY. AS YOUR 1-2-3, KEPT SIGNALLING ME THAT YOU'RE THERE. I
DIDN'T SEE JUST HOW, OR WHAT I HAD. AND INSTEAD I GOT SO MAD. I TOOK
OUT THE PHONE, AND WAS CUT OFF ALONE, AND I MADE MY BABY
SAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM SO SO SO SORRY, MY WONDERFUL LOVELY
BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING.
WeatherBug Severe Weather Alerts
Weekend Weather Outlook
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
JULY
1969
S.
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2 3 4 5-----WEEK
0
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7 8 9 10 11 12----WEEK 1
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AUGUST
1969
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2----WEEK 4
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SEPTEMBER
1969
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M. T. W. T. F. S.
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2 3 4 5 6-----WEEK 9
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8 9 10 11 12 13----WEEK 10
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15 16 17 18 19 20----WEEK 11
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OCTOBER
1969
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2 3 4--------WEEK 13
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6 7 8 9 10 11-------WEEK 14
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NOVEMBER
1969
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17
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DECEMBER
1969
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1970
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FEBRUARY
1970
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MARCH
1970
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So
who is Sarah
Krassle?
She
is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine;
ladies and gentlemen. I
CALL HER PINK GODDESS.
Lenny
McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he said it live on that
CB-RADIO as handle ops man 601, but had it recorded from 1980, the
only year that I ever interacted with him, and this I'll quote,
“There
ain't no doubt about it”.
Just ask the 'DAMN'
© OFFICE.
He supposedly was talking to his co-radio friend, Miss Chillie. Yes,
you got it people; the
great and powerful non-OZ Copyright
Office
has all of this evidence tucked away in my music project files,
UP THERE in good old wonderful WASHINGTON in the great and powerful
DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA. Oh Poolroy, go
home
already.
Now
let us all remain gainfully employed!
Many
rotten evil pricks love to hurt people and even laugh about it, and
they are members of all American political parties, so don't ever let
rumors spread that Mister 'asshole Mountainpen', who drove into
Fairview one night from his residence in Cinnaminson, favors either
party when it comes to such things. Peeps are peeps, and we all are
dirty rotten sinners who make filthy rags look clean in any real or
true comparison. Still, in or out of airplanes, great robbing musical
groups, or anything at all whatsoever; maybe that turn I made across
the road near the famous restaurant in Fairview was somehow wrong,
causing that young nasty dude to scream that out at me on that hot
summer evening in middle 1984. In either case, 'HELP
ME'
through this willya, Gibb Brothers?
My
'Livelong' Board-Game
was naut invented to predict anything, merely there for purposes of
fun, entertainment, and amusement. What a fucking ASSHOLE
I must be. Well, that dude agreed with me on this that night near
that DAMN restaurant aniwho, right yo?????? In any event, being mean,
calling mean names to people, and laughing at peeps misfortunes is
all a part of us lovely evil sinning human beings, right LORD JESUS,
sir?
Now
I admit that Thursday, a couple hours after that horrible shit in
Cali, the markets went down for the day, and for all I know they were
down and came up; but I don't know, and so I won't say. That is just
fair, and I am fair, and play by the rules of fair, as otherwise; who
would I ever be, to talk about those who don't, for crissake? But the
very next day after a big drop, all the losses were made up,
+++PLUS+++ nearly another hundred points of profit were gained. Now
AGAIN, we have a stock market that is responding +++POSITIVELY+++ to
terrorism, and that makes me more nervous than any fucking terrorist
ever could, with all their damn weapons and horror.
I said after the attack a couple of weeks back, in Paris France, the
very same thing. WHY IS THE DOW JONES RACING UP A THOUSAND POINTS
AFTER TERRORISM, it is not normal, it goes against 150 years of
trading history, and it PROVES to anyone not totally fucking
brain-dead, that something is going on here, and it ain't fucking
good one little tiny ass bit, YO. It seems that WALL STREET, by its
very own trading behavior, is responding favorably to terrorism. If
you can argue back with me on this, then do it. Comment, you
buttwipes, but if you choose not to, then I am going to assume that
you agree or you are major major Milituforce Enemies to Mountainpen
and Morianity. The ONLY THING THAT RATIONALLY EXPLAINS WHAT IS
HAPPENING NOW AFTER TWO HORRENDOUS TERROR ATTACKS FOLLOWED BY SUPER
BULL MOVING STOCKS ON FUCKING WALL STREET, is that I AM RIGHT, and
that this has nothing at all to do with national, or global events;
or anything that used to apply, in some real world of my NON-HELL,
ever since 15 August of 1986; when my life turned a major and
inconceivable Pat
Robertson Hurricane Talker Cornerstone
or
for short, a (PRHTC)
and
that these moves on Wall Street are NOTHING other than what I,
Mountainpen, have claimed for a solid ten years on these blogs;
United
States Attorney General;
a technology that is
super black covert hushed up majestic level top secret classified,
ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY,
is indeed being used
on poor Mark Wayne Mohr,
and has been for 30 solid years;
and
this is the result, and the effect, of this being done; a
market that went from 1800
or
so points, to over
15,000
or
so points. That is not the standard amount of annual gain from the
time these markets were created, up through August
15, 1986.
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT, people; after August
15, 1986
through
present times; the new-normal,
as
some are using this new P.C. terminology within the framework of our
new age issues, such as GW- meteorological, and gun violence, and
other things that are part of the third millennium; is so far from
the 'old-normal', it is silly to pretend that there is a zero percent
chance that I am anything but insane and crazy, and a 100% chance
that I am, and that all of this shit is crap. But
still,
to
quote Detective Lenny Briscoe, I doubt I have one person on the
fucking planet, convinced of this powerful and unfathomable truth!!!!
Someday
soon folks, IF I AM RIGHT; just where will some of you be?
Face
reality you jerk offs, I won't live forever. I am dying now, and
fast; and I won't be here another nine hundred fuckiGN years. When
I am gone, the Milituforce is going to be mother fucking desperate
for replacement-me's. They probably have already been experimenting
on some of you without your awareness to it,
so that it will begin with you, as
soon as I kick the Christ off.
You
can laugh at me now, and think you will all escape this shit. And
folks, you are wet in the head, and a lot of you will be targeted or
someone who you know and love will be targeted.
Whoever thought in a million fuckiGN years, that we would have mass
shootings more than once per day? But 2015 came in, and we are not
moving towards it, but are long into it; and
it is indeed more than one per day, by the definition on a mass
shooting,
and
all of this information is Google-available, so click on folks. Don't
ever take me at my word when you don't have to. The problem here is
that you have to, when
it comes to this ICPE-APE deal.
So all I beg of you, is to honor my name by not cursing me out, when
all this fuckiGN shit comes to fruition, within a decade or less; and
your
lives are turned into a mother fuckiGN hot ass living hell nightmare,
that you'll find absolutely no recourse for, or any possible fuckiGN
escape from. The fucking dirt bag Milituforce
just struck me with a WORD-DISAPPEARING-HACK at 10:34 Post Meridian.
This is back again, Federal
Bureau of Investigation,
meaning that things
are real fuckiGN bad and only going to get worse.
I too have learned through these three decades of total fuckiGN hell,
kind FBI; to do profiling, statistical analysis, and much more.
You
guys and gals ain't the only one who the good fucking Lord handed out
brains to, YO!!!!!!! My best to Agent Steve Caruso, of Austin, Texas,
USA, BRO!
“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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E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.
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This
is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal
doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you
ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE
IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE
I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE
I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE
I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY
PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE
I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET
IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
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JANE;
I HATE YOUR GUTS, YOU WITCH!!!!!
Oh
great Billy Swan and Robin Gibb, and Marcy Levy, yo! LIKE GODDESSDAMN
SUPER-WOW; LOVELY OPRAH. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!
Yes I sure would love to START OVER. To:
But
whether or not I do, and we all know I will soon, when I find me'self
back on that February of 1969 PATCO-HIGH SPEED LINE-TRAIN OF NEW
JERSEY, in-between the Westmont and the Haddonfield stations, but
without enough mind and will and memory to do much good about it, but
still, regarding those two vely vely vely incredible women in this
new-age internet photo download, “The
resemblance is remarkable”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Some cool links to early MORIANITY that really connects some damn dots:
SOME PREVIOUS POSTS FROM NEARLY 14 YEARS EARLER in 2006
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