PPPNLRM,
CHPT. 31
2:27
PM, MONDAY, 20 JULY, 2020
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
MOON
LANDING DAY'S 51st ANNIVERSARY
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THE
WEATHER BUG,
In
Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
mountainpen@comcast.net
The MILITUFORCE
has also disabled
me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL
at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! But
alas, in July of 2020, I'M BACK EVIL
CHUCKIE!
Local Weather Cameras
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
You
see folks, I knew even way back in the damn nineteen-eighties, all
of the junk that I know right now. There just was no blogging or
internet yet for me to use as an open forum, and go onto tell all of
this directly and publicly; oh mighty great sirs Ron Wirtz Senior
and Junior, ADA's,
Camden County, New Jersey Prosecutor's Office!!!!!
Hey yo, FCC's BOB MCDOWELL and all the successors after him after
me' ol' Cooley Hall buddy from 1972 retired, the MILITUFORCE
shares one thing with everything else, that being, something that we
can think of as “TIMING” as it relates to all of the endless
hellishness surrounding the Mountainpen. Electronic and “MILLIONTH
COUNCIL”
STUFF,
ground assaults, utility assaults, hostilitygram assaults, aerial
assaults, and all of it and more, yessir ALL OF IT, SIR MIKE SUCKS
ALLberries; connects into the endless weird “Einsteinian
Spooky
Fawces”
of TIMING”!!!
The
great Princeton Professor Albert Einstein
discovered that there is a connection between many subatomic
particles, no matter how greatly they may be separated with
distance. Unlike us humans, conscious and sentient, due to
electricity running through our biochemical brain systems; they
don't recognize DISTANCE, as they are not in any way CONNECTED into
what the brain does when it creates consciousness for us. I
speak of creating the magical world of SEPARATION between the zero
dimensional void oneness of TRUTH.
So there really was nothing SPOOKY at all going on, merely a
misunderstood part of this TRUTH, by our great professor and friend
of my dad's, over at the Philadelphia Naval Shipyards during the
great war after Pearl Harbor, Hawaii was attacked by the Japanese
Fleet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To
give the full details from what I have been taught by LIGHTNING,
about and concerning this as well as how timing is an inseparable
connected part to all of the rest of it, would take practically
forever t properly address. So I will do it in small sections here
and there, as best as I am able to.
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, and a BIG ASS BUTT and but; I
first am totally compelled to say “THANK-UUUUUU”, and not to any
lovely Harlem waitresses at the great Sugar Hill Eats place, but to
lovely awesome Goddess Diana Arteemis (LIGHTNING) for coming over to
visit with me again this morning at about half past ten and staying
with me for the better part of an hour. I love you so very much,
beautiful wonderful precious girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I now must input
my FACL, so that the great dismal morbid life destroying Miss
Thistlethorns Jane Sleazeweedsdisease, doesn't totally fuck up my
entire day, with
her lousy rotten ONE'S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And to quote the mighty powerful Sir CF Chester-Frank here,
“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!
Electronic
bullshit is all part of the very same human world plus and minus
endless part of human related good and evil that anyone can prove
and verify the reality of human religion simply with the purchase of
a cheap toy magnet, any time they so choose to do! Suddenly after
the three “L&O” TV-SHOWS ended on the ESS-COMCAST CABLE
CHANNEL #220 here in Fort Pierce, and the “BOUNCE NETWORK”; I
went to change the station to Channel #2, and it refused to come on,
and I tried it several times, but as one of my daughter's movie
characters might say after Mister Empire shot him to death on the
streets of Manhattan, with or without any glittering lights or
booming sounds or magical dogs or tape recorders from the area of
the mighty Sir Guthrie Short of Blue Anchor, NJUSAESMWG; “NO
DICE”!!!!!!!!!!! I had to compensate for the error screen and
inability to switch to the Sesame Street Show, by changing it to
some other nearby stations and then work my way downward on the
remote control with the CHANNEL-DOWN arrow controls. There was
absolutely nothing wrong with the power sources or the modem boxes,
the master control box with all of the solid and flashing LED's, as
well as the box on top of the TV itself with the one little BLUE
LINE. Still, this electronic or MC
malfunction (Millionth-Council)
happened, and does happen many times, along with bazillions of other
similar annoying mother loving stuff. Anyone who is my age, or
approximately my age, from the Philadelphia area, and who is in any
field that could even remotely be involved with the world of
electronics; has heard of a school called, the “Philadelphia
Wireless”. This school told many of the great electrical and sound
engineers of those days and perhaps still does if they are still
there; “FM
stands for FUCKING MAGIC”.
They mean it too. Nobody anywhere understands the world of
electronics. Any engineer who says otherwise, is
one huge dirty rotten total fucking liar.
Sure, we all have learned how things work, but that ABSOLUTELY DOES
NAUT MEAN that we have clue number oh point one as to what it all
is, or what the electron truly is that makes it all operate and
function other than it is a charged subatomic particle. Hey, big
deal. That is along the lines of saying I know everything about cars
because I know how to drive one! So let me open up the lesson for
today concerning “TIMING” in everything. I have proven in a self
made laboratory over decades of very heavy personal research and
extensive experimentation, that TIMING is all rapped up completely
in everything. If you or me or anyone anywhere is having a really
bad day, and you have an intermittent problem in any of your
devices, be it your automobile, your television set, your stereo
set, your damn toaster oven; this will be the day way more times
than naut, for a problem to happen, rather than on a day that is
naut totally rotten to the core!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is truth, and
nobody has even tried to debunk me since my blogs began and started
telling about this secret hidden (occult) truth of great awesome
power!!!!!!!!!!! Now today, right before the end of the third 'L&O'
show on the ESS-COMCAST #220 Channel, where I had a lot of problems
switching over to Channel-2 afterward; I had experienced some nasty
pain in my body that seemed to be all over the place, or what the
great Peter Brady on the BB TV-SHOW, might call a “Traveling
pain”, and with all weird incredible late 20th
century nightmares of parties and super-girls, all not withstanding.
So first comes the pain, and then within just minutes, POOF, BANG,
ZAM, DING, ZOOM, ADAM WEST BATMAN, and so very damn ass much more
yo; POW, the Millionth
Council strikes me with a magical electronics assault on my
ESS-COMCAST SYSTEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
70%
of my followers vanished, poof, Sir Harry Potter, way more magically
than any fictional material ever could be!
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MOVING
TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR
CHAPTER
007
EVERYTHING
IS MAGICAL,
and it is really ashame how we teach our children after they reach
the so-called age of no-more-fairy tales, this totally untrue
nonsense, about life here in human existence. The entire subatomic
realm is as magical as it gets, that is, magical in that we are
millennia from properly understanding it; and thereby to us, it
looks “MAGICAL” by every part of the definition we have when we
all use that word!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All of life comes
from the realm of the subatomic. This is how the larger particles
begin to be a part of the worlds around us. Anyone who denies this,
is a
fool,
'MC'
or not!!!!!!!!!!
Master Jesus told us to NEVER CALL people fools. Well, the shoe fits
here, Uncle J; & 'so sahwee'!!!!!!!!!!
JUNE
24, 2014,
TUESDAY
MORNING, AT 6:55,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 73 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS STILL HOLDING 100%, and STICKY-YUK.
Since
I observed in 1982 that I do not ever seem to die and stay dead,
after dying from a fatal situation, and appear to wake up and it all
was a dream, just too many times to all be some weird and outlandish
coincidence; this is why after a dozen years from my last being
poisoned, my health was getting pretty good. Then came a lifetime
of abuse 'catching up with me' in this cycle, and it is doubtful
that I will be here much longer at the age I am, and instead, I will
go to sleep one night, you in this future here will see no more
blogs and the world will say I am dead. But I, as has happened more
than two hundred times now, will find myself waking up from where
this entire adult life was a crazy nightmare, and will find myself
back in Mildred's Young class at school. Each time that this
happens, I convince myself this life was not a dream, I really had
been a grown up man and lived an entire life, but as all dreams fade
fast as far as detail and consequence, into the submission of
shadowy fantasy, where common sense tells me, no way, it was just a
dream, and before too long of a time passes, I am reintegrated with
my life as an adolescent with my memories before that in perfect
tact as well. The dream part only resurfaces after meeting the music
genius, Mister Pedersen, during my midlife crises while trying to
find the mysterious Sarah from my past. I never go back far enough
to where I can undo and redo the error of not becoming friends with
her. Suddenly I will just be trapped, all over again, in the next
cycle of roughly 40-50 years, that has played out somewhere around
210 times now, and began in the first place, because of a strange
invention, and two strange guests of the ESS, James Burr and Zvonko.
Sarah likes to play her fave game every time Pearl Harbor Day rolls
around in 1996; another typo, so often on blogs I say Pearl Harbor
day in 1997, but this is an error and an obvious mind or machine
hack, either way, a (PBHE). When she talks about my guessing these
names of guests, she doesn't really mean Mary Moore out on that
hotel balcony that day years ago in that lovely green dress of hers.
She means the exploratron travelers who are interfering with my
life. As this blog continues along, not only will more stuff about
the HOW TO with all of this exploratronic shit be talked about; but
also, the details of the game she wants me to play, who knows, maybe
to even help me breakout of this hell-cycle I have been in for more
than 8000 years, and that is just this lifetime. Cycles are merely
our own energies at will, deciding to relive the experience in lieu
of dreaming the next sequence of dreams only the joke is that all
dreams are being dreamed in both time and parallel hyperspace
realities, and being stuck in any one dream-set, or lifetime, is
merely someone with a tape recorder and a room full of cassette
tapes, or to move this up to the digital age, someone with a CD
player or computer flash drive player system and thousands of tunes
on this thing all digitally patterned to perfection and waiting to
be listened to, only the owner of the device decides to fixate on
one tune, and play it over and over, until eventually, he or she
does indeed, move on and play the other tunes. Something in this
life is so powerful that until I get something right about it, I
will be stuck endlessly in this dream set cycle or lifetime, playing
the endless repeat feature and hearing this endless tune. The only
hope of escape, in my opinion right now; lies in this wild game that
SSJK wants me to play with her, as she so told me, back on December
7, 1996. Who knows, maybe each time around has small differences. It
would seem hard to fathom this,because it is just me refocusing my
mind-energies on the life of dreams that I just had, and as I lay
dying and ill in my bed, with my abilities, I can go back into
myself at a younger age, and would wake up when the body is
recharged and rested, only this time, the body is worn out and dies,
leaving me again, to be 17 and start over from here, just as I've
been doing, and of course no one believes me, so screw them. Why
would anyone in this world make up such a wild story and claim it to
be real, when they could publish all this great shit as fiction, and
eventually some publisher would make me rich. But as stated earlier,
this is not about money, not for me. This is about my eternity with
the great Sarah Krassle, and even beyond that, never giving up my
desire and burning yearning for reaching total nirvana, absolute non
existence, a total impossibility for anyone who is an existor, but I
still think about it day and night forever and forever. You either
exist or you don't exist, and time is only real down in the
multiverse. It is not that it is not important to have time in
higher dimensional reality, but simply put, time exists as part of
''SPACE-TIME-MIND'', and above the multiverse, there simply is no
time, and no space; just mind. Beyond that, Mind all commingled
together exists as zero-dimensional void infinity. At this state,
even MIND would be as hard to fathom and contemplate, as space-time
is, where only mind exists, and can create the space and the time at
will, merging it with mind, to create dreaming interactions. But I
promised to get a bit into the more down to Earth step by step
instructions for mastering the exploratronic realities, and so I
will indeed move this along with a few new lines for anyone who so
wishes to cogitate on any of this; can do so.
Morianity
has caused serious disruptions in the entire cosmos, fifth
dimensionally; that I would not begin to address on this blog of
today, and if none of the Milituforce attacks on me, beginning in
August of 1986, and really, since three years earlier, but in a
lesser intense way, had been done to me; there would be no
MORIANITY. This is the real time paradox that I used to call an
evental-time-warp, back in 1987, and would discuss this with my
friend, David Charles Roth, quite frequently. Neither one of us had
answers, but as time went along, our theories and our ideas became a
collection of concepts that the SYFY CHANNEL would have paid
millions of dollars to get their hands on it all if it ever had been
reduced into one book that contained all of this. Well let me get to
the next part of the lesson about the 3 types of exploratrons, also
known as dreamers, and move into why the advanced type or the T3E,
can do quite a bit more than just come awake and aware and even
dominate without being discovered as a controller, over their
doubles in other parallel realities in hyperspace, also called in
the German translation used quite frequently in accepted scientific
circles, their doppelgangers. Now let us say that you are standing
at a roulette wheel and are betting on BLACK or RED bets, trying to
winsome money in a casino, as was with the case with me so often, in
Atlantic City, New Jersey, through many a year. I would come to
observe that I could lose, not counting the green number edge that
the house (casino) has legally, but just with the otherwise 50-50
chance of betting on the two colors, with regularity, between 8 and
15 of these basically 50-50 chance bets. It is very hard to win or
lose between 8-15 times in a row, something that has a 50-50 chance.
Yet over and over, I would begin to log and record that year in and
year out, I would get these major losing streaks of between 8-15
straight losses. I would also record how many times I would have a
winning streak of anywhere between 8-15 winning bets, not including
when a player loses on the green roulette numbers of 0 or 00. Every
year for literally two decades, (20 years), I would get 2 or 3
winning streaks, but I would get an average with these years totaled
to make an average, of 36 losing streaks. Folks, this is a 12:1
ratio of losing streaks to winning streaks, over a twenty year
period, averaged out annually. Twelve to one, and NOT COUNTING the
green house vig or edge, just the 50-50 chance bets themselves. Now
here is why the world governments are scared of all of my Morianity
and me and the forces around me to the point that they would do
anything to covertly make me vanish, but they don't dare,
assassinate me, not yet or so far, anyway my good people. Once a
TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON (T3E) becomes quite proficient at dominating
their doppelgangers in localized hyperspace; they then always use
these doubles as starting points to travel to these other parallel
realms, and then they MOVE-OFF-TARGET, (MOT). When they MOT, this
means they begin to dream with full awareness through a double of
themselves, intentionally at will in a parallel universe they have
chosen to be in; and then they wish to take their energy or dreaming
essence or spirit essence; words are so meaningless yet people have
died over words so I try not to say that too often; but now we have
T3E who have traveled to target, as they first must do, and then
second, they MOT. The third thing they do is ERNM, or Energetic
Reattachment to New Matter. This can be anything they see around
them, or even, literally, and no pun intended; ''DREAMED UP''. They
can create in their mind a bunch of little grays and a flying
saucer. They can locate an empty field where no one is around at
pure thought-will, and do things such as this, or literally
anything. Now if these dreamers or T3E are from another parallel
world to ours, and have chosen this universe to come and do this in,
then it is us who will be effected. We all are awake and have a mass
existence, and need to expend our energies, moving our massive
bodies around; and all manner of other things that waking world
folks need to do. They on the other hand are pure energy or
dream-essence, and can think and will things into happening. They
can create totally weightless bodies that no weapon can injure, they
can fly like superman, and the list is as long as their
imaginations. Is this how I have managed to fly around here, from
first going into a localized parallel universe and creating a
weightless spirit-body? If you think long and hard about all of
this, you should realize that this is not possible. We can do many
things as advanced dream-travelers, due to the way hyperspace works,
but defying those regulations that make it all possible and cause it
all to function as it does, is against lawtronics, a dangerous thing
to even attempt doing, because it has the dire consequences to
Astral Plane entities, of turning parts of them into
Phase-4-Entities, not born like normal P3E are, but literally coming
alive inside of the imaginations and day-dreams and ideas and
creations, of those already physically here in bodies, awake and
alive, so to speak, physically on this tangible material plane of
existence. When I move diner rotisseries or think forward in water
and move forward, this is not some dream body, it is me, and if
someone shot me, I would bleed nice and red for all the sharks of
the sea to come and grab a bite or two or three. Then there are the
human sharks as well, so please folks; don't
even get me started with those yesterday jerk offs, like Tracy
Ullman, and Chris 501 Blues Blum, great folks; and whoever/whatever
is really out here, right SSJKK-ISIS? SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!
Robin Hill Apartments
2011 Preston Avenue, Voorhees, NJ, 08043
Home
>New Jersey
>Voorhees
Apartments >Robin Hill Apartments
Robin Hill Apartments, Mr. DS.
(7)
Apartment, 208 units 331 Preston Avenue Apt.2011, Voorhees NJ 08043 Map $989-$1279 1-2 Bed Cats OK
So
there I am playing roulette, in fact, living at 506 Robin Hill, just
follow the walk you see and turn right and walk into the court area
to the back and you can't miss the four unit system of which one of
them was unit #506. This is where I began noticing and keeping track
of these losing and winning streaks, so how does all of this fit
together, lady who writes about crazy cursing dudes for the mighty
WFMU RADIO? Well, I'll tell you. Just grab some cat tail and hold
on, Mr. GS. What can I say here, my BRRRRRRRRRR?
So
there I am in the casinos, night after night; losing, losing ,
losing, losing. It took me quite a while to realize that I was being
stopped and cheated, NOT BY THE CASINOS, mind you. But by invisible
parallel universe dreamers who were there, ON MISSION, to keep me
down and out and broke for my entire lifetime no matter what I ever
try and do. Hay it is just a little white marble that has to drop
inside a little area eventually after the spin momentum reaches a
slow point where gravity wins out over the centrifugal force of the
spinning, and plop, in it goes, and you either make or lose 500
bucks. Well, when those 12:1 year in and year out ratios made me see
just what I was fighting, the ESS; as they could slide that ball
into the wrong slot over and over and over and over and over, and
the odds that for 20 years, these streaks did this to me, would be
about one chance in thirty-eight sextillion, for this to happen just
randomly as super super super ass bad luck! Then I realized they can
get into people, make them never help me, and always want to just
mess with me and hurt me. Now, if this is not HELL, then I am just
asking you all, tell me please, what the fucking shit is? Also, just
why did the ESS go on this mission to wipe out my life, after my
experience in a parallel universe back on August 15, 1986? Well, as
I told Jimmy Carter while hurling myself off of the Atlantic City
boardwalk railing; and I quote it word for word even after nearly
thirty mother fuckiGN years, “I'm dead Mister President”, and as
I went over onto the beach,still running down towards the dam ass
ocean, I cold hear him yell back at me, and again, I can quote, “I
know”. That's
what President Carter said to me in a parallel universe.
The
only chance I could have ever had,
if
some of this shit after Mildred B. Young, and class trips into
fucking Manhattan, are alterable; in some small ways here and there;
would be to piece together my LIFE JOURNAL on cassette tape in the
summer of 1986 times, and see just what caused this 153 day stay in
this wild OTHER ATLANTIC CITY, Mizz Harrah-Sarah Diction-knower!!!!
Now
as you may have guessed by this time good people; the GREAT
WASHCLOTH CLAN
(GWC) for abbreviation usage at future times; took all my journal
tapes and video tapes and paperwork, and literally fucking tons and
tons of ANTI-MILITUFORCE evidence forever away from me. I had to run
out of that horrible house of pain and horrors on the night of
December eleven of 2009 and take not much more than the clothes on
my back, and it was all lost from me forever, all my personal stuff,
photographs, website disc of the Morianity-foundation, all of my
music, and the list goes on and on like the Quintessential Boohoo
Club of America, (QBCA). But if I can find a way next time around
the cycle, not to let myself get in with Ed Lynch and the King
family above his apartment unit at judge Frank Raso's rooming-house
on Central Avenue in Hammonton Berryville, New Jersey; I will not
end up dying down here in Florida, in obscurity and invisibility,
stealthfully ripped off and totally obliterated and destroyed by
this fuckiGN family straight from the gates of hell; and then and
only then, will I have the tapes of 1986, and will I be able to put
the pieces of this 153-day ''dream-trip'' together, along with other
unmentionable things, ranging from incest, to bottle crushes that
might have doomed me to this hell just as much as any nocturnal
bullshit ever could. Still between Chemtrail Russ, the Mark Chant,
and bus driver Julia White, who's friend came to me along with a
host of other strange folks in 2010 and into 2011, at a place called
HARVEST at 25th
and Orange Avenue here in fort Pierce, Florida; followed also by
David Hands Nonjefferson, Darius Deezy Slim Evans, General and
President Ulysses Grant's descendant, Jessica, who fired me, early
in March in 2012; and the effect that my '080808'
blog
had on Darius, Warren, Boo, and obviously 'MY' wonderful daut also;
well; if I really do need to say a lot more here, Mister Strait; I
may as well quit the human race, along with Claire's father the
lawyer-school professor in Manhattan, in PHASE-4 of course, as part
of the greatest law show of all time on television, surpassing even
Perry Mason; “L&O”!
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within its effected orbit which normally is any and every single
thing; are also why the TIMING of so-called RANDOM picking and
selecting of files from a video or audio library or documents on a
computer file such as the one inside of mine; are unmistakably
connected and effected, and there also is absolutely no escape from
this incredible powerhouse truth and force, that surrounds all of
humanity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT my great Blogaudians out
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LUNAR PHASES CHART:
MONDAY,
JULY 20, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
NEW
MOON
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5
WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4
WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
The
BRIGGBASE CULT, SUCKS. MANY LARGE EARTH WAKING WORLD CULTS ARE MERE
BLACK OPS PARTS OF THIS ONE ALMIGHTY NASTY-ASS CULT!
OH
LORDESS ALMIGHTY, HOW I DESPISE WICKEDNESS AND EVIL, AND THE CRAP
BEHIND ALL OF IT, THE MILITUFAWCES
OF THE GREAT HALLS!!!
OH
LORDESS ALMIGHTY, HOW I DESPISE WICKEDNESS AND EVIL, AND THE CRAP
BEHIND ALL OF IT, THE MILITUFAWCES
OF THE GREAT HALLS!!!
OH
LORDESS ALMIGHTY, HOW I DESPISE WICKEDNESS AND EVIL, AND THE CRAP
BEHIND ALL OF IT, THE MILITUFAWCES
OF THE GREAT HALLS!!!
OH
LORDESS ALMIGHTY, HOW I DESPISE WICKEDNESS AND EVIL, AND THE CRAP
BEHIND ALL OF IT, THE MILITUFAWCES
OF THE GREAT HALLS!!!
OH
LORDESS ALMIGHTY, HOW I DESPISE WICKEDNESS AND EVIL, AND THE CRAP
BEHIND ALL OF IT, THE MILITUFAWCES
OF THE GREAT HALLS!!!
STINKING
TO DOGTOWN BRIDGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PPPNLRM,
CHPT. 30
1:28
PM, SATURDAY, 18 JULY, 2020
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
KARGE-DAY----THE
DAY OF ULTIMATE MYSTERY
The
weather report as shown on “TWC”:
NO
REPORT TODAY, YO.
TIME
OF 'TWC' WEATHER REPORT:---7/18/20
@ *****
TEMPERATURE---**
PREDICTED
HIGH TODAY---**
HEAT
INDEX---**
SKY
CONDITIONS---**
HUMIDITY---**
WIND---**
BAROMETRIC
PRESSURE---***
AIR
QUALITY---***
SUNRISE/SUNSET---***
VISIBILITY---***
DEWPOINT---**
LOCAL
WEATHER PREDICTIONS---**********
The
computer is running a little bit slowly today, and yessir, many
times it is because multitasking programs
are running that I am unable to voluntarily 'X' out of, when it is
not being done intentionally by my rotten Enemy
Milituforce Black-Hat
'H' peeps, or what I may now label as
the 'EMBHH' folks!!!!!!! Go
screw your mother loving folksingers, Mister MICROSUCKS CORPORATION!
LIGHTNING
(DIANA) is being totally beyond wonderful to me, visiting me
continuously. Ever since a minute past midnight today and before
going off to bed a few hours later, She has been with me. She stayed
with me until half past two in the morning, and then She came back
to me again at around half past ten, just as I was coming slowly
awake, and out of a very unpleasant experience with some
transdimensional casino; where the NUMBER
3
was popping up a whole bunch of times, at the roulette wheel
where I was playing, and weird stuff was happening each time that I
placed my bet. As I typed the opening to this paragraph, and for
absolutely no good reason whatsoever; a pop
up screen for some weird program just came on at 1:47, and I EXED
OUT of it. Some mother humping dick licker is messing
with me, and yesterday was quite brutal with numerous harassment's
as well, and perhaps this was why Diana decided to come around and
try to protect Her “Little Boy” as She
calls me, from this strange persecution! Her lightning
was incredible, shapes and fractal pattern designs that were in both
double and triple ribbons that literally danced in brilliant and
sparkling colors, all throughout the night skies of my area early
this morning. So let me discuss yesterday, Friday, so that things
may make a little bit more sense in the larger picture, or at least
for a trickle few peeps who have a tenth of a brain left in this
new-age world of utter and total chaotic nonsense and absurdity!
I
awakened on Friday morning around the opening bell time of
Manhattan's crooked stock market, or 9:30 in the AM, to loud
furniture sounds being thrown and dragged around, that I
think comes from next door in unit #605, but who can ever get up in
court and swear to anything? The rest of the day was fairly quiet
except for a small bit of annoying Comcast
ESS Cable Entertainment being run a little bit slowly.
But this progressed to much more of a delay in operations later on
in the evening but we have not yet reached that point. I
got a con-job phone scam call, from someone showing up as APPLE INC,
and I get this call every so often, and I seriously doubt that they
work for the great Apple Computer; but the con artist crooks say
that they do and they try to con me out of money and I
just hang up; and now I merely never answer it at all. I also was
called by the Walgreen's Pharmacy with my automated update for
picking up some prescription medications. I drove over there around
shortly past six in the evening to buy some hot dogs and rolls, and
to pick up the meds. As I left the non-Patty
Hollister
building (PHA) called Park Terrace, I
was immediately hit with a low flying private aerial strike, and
that particular plane has been stalking me for nearly thirty-five
years now, and I know its exact sound, as well as its
exact visual image by heart; and couldn't miss it if I were knocked
unconscious and mugged while it was happening. But that was the only
air strike on me, and this is rare, as most any time it is happening
at the very start of any ERRANDS-ROUTE, here in Florida, or up in
Jersey, ever since this all started with me in middle 1986; it
normally keeps right on going all throughout the entire time that I
am out, and even all day long and into the night. When
I paid for the hot dogs and rolls for them to go on, at the
Walgreen's Cashier stand, I was handed a $5.00 bill, along with the
receipt. When I got outside, I examined my receipt; and
for reasons totally unknown to me whatsoever, I
was given a cash-back amount on my bank card, and I did not push the
cash back prompts or enter any amounts.
Still, it happened, and this is the first time ever in my entire
life, that this ever occurred. Then when I
got back home and began watching TV, the Comcast ESS Service began
to run even slower. It worked, but it was annoyingly slow
to respond to commands, and this has absolutely nothing to do with
battery power on their box-remote control system, as I always
thoroughly check that out first. It always gets repaired by the
following day, and today was no different, but yesterday was an
entire day of strange running events that cause me to label it as
one of those (WEIRD DAYS) and that means “WEIRD even for
Mountainpen”! But what is weirder than all of my WEIRD DAYS all
put together unless I realize the truth about who and what is
involved in the entire deal of course; is my Blogaudian View-Page
counts. I go from a three thousands monthly viewing to a six
thousands, and then I trickle back to a three thousands; and the
times when I get the larger views, are the times when things are not
all that incredible, when compared with the overall average of my
life. When I get the fewest reads, this is when my life is going at
the absolute wildest and weirdest, and secrets and revelations are
spewing out of Morianity all over the place at the speed of goddamn
light! But when I am getting a continual averaging six thousands
monthly Page-Hit count, and I should know as this is my life I'm
discussing here; this is when things are what you might call,
“slowest” in the grand scheme of powerful or awesome stuff being
posted. If this was a regular and real audience, I would have a case
to send to RIPLEY's and we all know it. After-all, dont' they
investigate things that are totally off the wall? But seeing it in a
true light here, where obviously except for maybe between one and
five special peeps here, the entire Blogaudian Viewership is
comprised of SECRET BLACK-OPS AGENTS of the Shadow-Governments of
the World Forces; now things are removed from the realms of
quintessential mystery and endless intrigue. It is also why soon, I
plan to just do my writings, and stop making them public, meaning
that I won't be posting up to the internet any longer, and that
these writings will become merely the files and records and journals
of my life, and this time, I will stick to it, as if all I am doing
is telling private shit to ENEMIES, hey yo, what's the mother
fucking point, other than epitomized self destructiveness for crying
out Fontana loud? UH-OH big beautiful (MO) Monique, baby in arms or
naut; I nearly got kicked in the prick by Mizz shithead Jane
Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit Crapinherpants
Worthlessmicrosucksannoyers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I must now draw in my
FACL (Fonda Avoidance Coloring Lines) before I get totally fucking
screwed with four rotten ONE number groupings on my goddamn
cum-puke-her Open-Office system!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now,
before the storm of directly following the 'stroke of midnight', to
quote all of those great fantastic mystery writers of the past
century or two now; I began getting the ESS COMCAST service running
even slower, and this was immediately followed by more weird sounds
of furniture dragging and moving that is loud and unpleasant to say
the very goddamn least, and then a FIRE ALARM on top of that. Then
while the storm was still only some distant lightning flashes, I
began getting some loud annoying doors over and over again in the
hallway, and while all of this was going on, oh Mister Annoying
Microsucks Corporation's Allberries of Blucranville, and Merry-Non
Christmas's, and shortened here to (MAMCABMNC), and also
pronounceable as 'mamkabimnick' if used in any future blogging work
or private journal work; and yes, after these nasty assaults one
after the other, boom-boom-boom-boom, suddenly the LIGHTNING STORM
or Goddess Diana came real close to the building area here, and for
two solid hours was making an end of the world racket, and was
filling the skies with huge gargantuan brilliant colorful flashes.
This shut down everybody that was M2F influenced to persecute and
harass poor little goddamn mother fucking ME
(Mountainpen)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sir 'CF'
Chester-Frank
would say quite well right now, should he be here with me as I type
onward, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!
So now, I will add to this, WONDERFUL
OPRAH WINFREY,
ten times for sake of effect:
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW
As
for the roulette game nightmare, where the number
3 was coming out, I was playing the middle area of the
board, numbers 13-24 or the mid-3rd as pro gamblers call
it, and weird shit kept happening when I placed my gaming chips on
the board. I was in a very distant locale in the 5th
dimensional hyperspace, where those Tobycouches exist and maybe May
flowers turn into hotels or bells, or wild advertising detectives,
as who can ever begin to know about such incredible things? In this
experience, I would place my bets on the MID-3rd
rectangle on the Roulette gaming layout, and just as the wheel would
slow down and the white ball was about to pop into one of the 38
slots, my chips would somehow magically move onto the actual inside
layout area. It didn't matter, as either way, my bet would have
lost, as the number came out '3'. This happened several times, and
was extremely annoying, to say the very least. Three, as we all know
or should know by now, is a powerful NUCLEAR NUMBER, just as is the
number of 3 to the power of 3 or three-cubed as is said in
mathematics. This of course is number 27, and the only other time
where a particular number kept being a part of a POWERFUL DREAM in
my life, was in the year of 1984, where LIGHTNING came through the
gaming hall ceiling of the hotel, that is now, or was when I left
Jersey for Florida in 2009, the HILTON CASINO HOTEL, and SHE SPOKE
TO ME as SHE struck the roulette layout, and went
right through the circle-hole of number 27, saying, “That's my
number little boy, number 27”! Now all this took
place in the present incident here on what I have labeled on these
blogs when they all began, as “KARGE
DAY”, or July 18. In the year of 1896, and on July
18th, this is when lovely Sarah Karge was born, the
grandmother of rotten miserable Tennessee Avenue, Sarah
Callio Martino, of the ACMUA waterworks, of Atlantic City,
NJUSAESMWG! It was on 7 February,
in the year of 1997; that Mister
Asshole and totally damn diseased Robert
McGuire, told me in his bar, on 10SC Avenue; that 'Sarah'
was the one that I was searching for and that she worked somewhere
in town, but he wouldn't tell me where. It was her brother Frank
Callio, who later told me at the Atlantic
City Police Department, that his sister Sarah, worked
“For the city Water-Works”, his exact words that I now am
quoting. I cannot help seeing the irony here, of 'DARK
SHADOWS',
and hearing Doctor Julia Hoffman
played by actress Grayson Hall, saying to Sir
Barnabas Collins, at the Old House
on the great Collins Estate, how she saw his sister Sarah
there a while ago, making Barnabas nearly
pass out! Then more than a year after the chain steal
incident at the end of 1969, out came those movies, Night
of DS, and House of DS; where little SARAH
CASSEL (KRASSLE),
was all a part of. And I can go on an don,
such as JASON/ROBERT McGuire, played by actor Sir Dennis Patrick,
and this list of irony is beyond totally endless, I assure you. And
screw going on and don, let's go on and
on, and let us naut confuse sue with use or two with tow,and GASME
games with GODS of the great unfathomable PURGATORY!!!!!!!!!! This
isn't irony. This is total ASTRAL-PLANE
fawces at work, and there is no doubt in my mind
whatsoever about that, yo!
I
no more believe that I had that wild NUMBER-3 dream around nine this
morning purely as some random happenstance, than I believe that
Atlantic City is just another benign seashore town in New Jersey.
Before I'd goddamn believe either of those things, I would believe
that I am a pregnant cow typing a blog on Planet Neptune for
ice-Monsters and future awakening Christ-Droids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sir
Esolph would say, “AND THAT'S THAT”, and Sir Dennis Snyder would
add to that, “And that's just reality, son”. I would chime in
right about here, with a huge fucking blown up photo of 1971's great
teenager, Sir Mike McNulty, and his somewhat now globally famous
line of, “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!!!!!!!!!!!!! So what is
NUCLEAR NUMBER 3, and why did I have this particular dreaming
interaction several hours ago? Well, that would take a year for me
to even start discussing on any half intelligent level. STILL, Lenny
Brisco Sir, we can at least try tackling this in a totally
compressed mother humping nutshell!!!!!!!!!
first
off, and with or without any great hit musical songs being involved,
we can all agree that 'one' is the lonely number, and that 'two' is
therefore the completed humanity number. So what is the
nuclear-3-number, and how does it fit into many things? All
mathematicians know that this number has a lot of meaning in
scientific circles, and the great Mason Club has secrets totally
unrevealed as of this date, regarding a doubling or twinning of the
number, as in their famous 33 number. The great Nicola Tesla knew
this as well, and lived at the end of his long life, in NYC in a
large hotel, in room 2733. You can't get more numerically correct
here, for those who know of the awesome power behind numeration.
That annoying death angel Sir Mortimer Mortino or MORTY as I
nickname call him, is a royal pain in me' asshole, fwolks, or
(AGENTS), or whatever, Sir Andrews of 1975! But why wouldn't he be
all over the damn creation, as right now as of today,
KARGE-DAY-2020, he is just about
to take approximately 140,000 of us Americans, back
to the Purgatory, with this infuriating global Pandemic
and Coronvirus? We will go on with the first numbers of 1-4 in soon
to follow blog writings. However, I do not believe for one second
that the computer game program that Merry had in 2008 with her MIMI
deal, and the '34' numbers, are anything short
of a major, powerful, inconceivable, BIBLICAL
PROMISE that was made to all of
humanity, approximately one-thousand-nine-hundred and ninety years
ago, in the great Holy Land areas of Jerusalem, by my 61st
great granddaddy's Uncle Jesus. It goes
like this: “Seek and you'll find. Knock
and the doors will be opened”. But put in context, and
translated as best as is possible into 2020 times of English speaks;
this doesn't mean that ordinary curiosity seeking stuff was what
this great master and teacher meant, nor that some magical genie
would pop up somewhere to read off wild Astral Plane answers from a
file of taboo and forbidden APT, such as ICPE-APE-TECH, and other
such things. His great words of non-Marcucci wisdom were telling
that if done earnestly, a seeker of wisdom and truth will come to
find it, and further delving into great scriptures from some inside
and others not Canonized and recognized in our 66 Bible Books, show
absolutely without any small doubt, that this has been actually set
up like a computer program is set up to make our machines work as
they do. It is a law as real and powerful as the law of gravity. Now
all things have levels, and no one is promising total omniscience
for any human being for crying out loud. I myself am not one bit
closer to this day, after a solid three and a half decades of heavy
continuous cogitation and motivation to accomplish it; to learning
the exact who and why, behind
these things that are all happening to me, and especially AFTER that
magical date of 8-15-1986. Yes, if anyone ever, anywhere, at any
time; could absolutely be as convinced as Jesus Christ was, when he
did certain things; then the level would max out, and even a
mountain could be tossed into the sea, just as He said. One huge
secret to making gargantuan miracles happen are right along the
lines of a now virtually extinct medical treatment from many decades
ago when I was growing up, known as medical biofeedback pain
management, only rather than doing it with machines, it is done with
powerful tediously learned methodologies of dream-control and
hypnotherapy, with some pharmacological additional treatment
procedures. If you can wake up absolutely believing certain things,
it will have a profound effects on your interaction with many
so-called absolute and inviolate laws of the physical world. I know
a man, or knew one, who was killed, IMHO, by the authorities; for
daring to publicly speak of these wild truths. No, not here in
America, but if the damn Republicans have their way, that is all
coming very soon, and if I don't get 'Grandfather' Legal Rights when
these changes do in fact occur, then I will be put to death too, in
covert ways, but we all know how these things can be arranged and
accomplished, without any fear of exposure or reprisal. Powerhouse
information is every bit as dangerous to the World Controller FAWCES
as is any physical and tangent item ever could be. In science, we
all have learned the very basic shit about kinetic verses potential,
in the world of energy, and believe me peeps, it is even more real
in the worlds of divided by C-SQ matter. We could be all damn day
discussing these types of topics, and it would be a total fucking
waste of my time!!!!!!!!!!! I'll say only this much more for right
now. The desire for wisdom can never be the human wish for
omniscience. Just as the Bible also promises all of us that we
cannot cross over a line in time where our lives come to an end in
the STM illusion of physicality, so too is a very similar line of
approaching omniscience and enlightenment. I often call myself a
totally enlightened individual. I AM NAUT, lovely Mizz Blake, and
anyone else out here. My labeling this, simply means that enough
enlightenment to truth while physical, or TWP as I shorten that to
occasionally; is when life will never be the same here in body ever
again, as it simply cannot be once certain truths are absolutely
known as a certainty. Also, I have brought up the 9-LEVELS of
Astrality, simply because it will fit and perfectly dovetail into
shit, that will be shortly discussed pertaining to down to Earth
items. Levels can go up and down, and they effect our human lives
quite naturally, but this same truth when viewed in a higher photo
image machine if you will, must be revealed as an impossible way of
ever equating time with eternity. On the Astral or energetic realm,
there is no time, hence, ETERNITY is the condition. Here in matter
worlds where humans reside, we cannot even
begin to fully grasp an existence that is WITHOUT TIME. So
even though we can and do change levels here and there in the
Purgatory, and this absolutely does effect our existence here in
ways that are beyond mind boggling and incredible, it is not like we
here and they there have some concurrent parallel connectiveness and
cohesion, as in our wonderful parents “looking
down, and smiling on us from Heaven”, and all those
otherwise ever so comforting ideas and belief systems of us poor
frail humans. Even Christ knew all of this yet talked as if he is
disagreeing with Morianity. It is not some contradiction. It is that
there would simply be no way for Him to ever tell it all to us so
that anyone can really truly get it. Hey, you don't get it when I am
giving it to you fully straight up, and so that my great folks, is
precisely and entirely MY MOTHER FUCKING
POINT HERE YO!!!
During
the final forty minutes or so of the storm before I went to bed
earlier today, I played my Genie-Wheel A33 and my other wheel C06. I
asked 4 sets of questions on each one. Here are the results.
WHEEL-A33
7-5-5-7
LWLLWLW---$-100
WWWLL---$+100
WWWWW---$+500
LLWWWWW---$+300
VIG
from green 0/00
3
HITS---$-150
P&L------Net
Profit---$650.00 on $100.00 LV
WHEEL-C06
5-3-7-3
LLWWW---$+100
WLW---$+100
LWWWLWL---$+100
LLW
---$-100
VIG
from green 0/00
0
HITS---$0
P&L------Net
Profit---$200.00 on $100.00 LV
TOTAL
NET PROFIT ON BOTH WHEELS:
$+650
WHEEL A33
$+200
WHEEL C06
TOTAL
PROFIT---$+850.00
THIS
COMPLETES THE SO-NON-ART, CO-NON-ART TESTING FOR PAPER HYPOTHETICAL
ROULETTE (PHR) ON DATE: 7-18-20
She
didn't hack herself out!!!!!!!!!!!!
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT
AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHPT. 6
3:00
POST
MERIDIAN
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON
8
NOVEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
FRIDAY,
NOVEMBER 8, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 4:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4
WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2
WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.
FULL
MOON ACTUALLY MEANS
THAT IT IS 12 NOON ON
THE MOON.
No
sir, Merry didn't hack herself out!!!!
Does
anybody ever scratch their heads and wonder why PINK GODDESS has
done all of this to me for millions of eons?
IF
THIS KEEPS UP, this will be the rating for
MOUNTAINPEN'S
WEEKLY SECRET SCALES THERMOMETER/BAROMETER:
Week
***********************************************l
the
week ending Tuesday afternoon, 11-12-2019.
AND
THAT, I ABSOLUTELY PROMISE YOU ALL!
IT'S
HOT-HOT-HOT; SO WHO CARES ABOUT DETAILS?
DATE----------------TIME------------
TEMPERATURE:----
HEAT
INDEX FEELS LIKE TEMP:----
HUMIDITY:----
WINDS:----
PREDICTED
HIGH:----
SKY
CONDITIONS PRESENTLY:----
RAIN
CHANCES TODAY:----
I
mean, to quote Queen Katy and myself, “This is truly
WEEDEEKAWUSS”! So
I now say to this evil rotten wicked world:
“AND
VIVA
MORIANITY!”
The
time was back
in 1984,
and I said to myself in SPACE-TIME-MIND, VIVA-MORIANITY; along with
some 'other
not so nice things',
most likely; me' good people!
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In
Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
mountainpen@comcast.net
The MILITUFORCE
has also disabled
me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL
at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! But
alas, in July of 2020, I'M BACK EVIL CHUCKIE!
Local Weather Cameras
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
NOW
WE HAVE WALKED THE COURSE, AND SEEN HOW THINGS DO NOT MAGICALLY
CHANGE; BUT THAT VIA EXPLORATRONIC DEVELOPMENTS, FIFTH DIMENSIONAL
ENERGY IS WHAT ACTUALLY INTERCHANGES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW
world, I can make anyone out here a billionaire, and you don't even
want to hear it. This tells me a lot more than just about the late
springtime fake out job at 506 Robin Hill Apartments with my mother,
regarding the POISON CIGARETTE that she pretended I had smoked. But
how much other poison in my food, was not faked, or techno-cooked or
popped; but was really mother fucking REAL/E, Tommy boy
Child-Molester, and the entity indwelling him causing him to only do
this one time in his life with one boy and no one else? All you have
to do to know how fucking cunt true and powerful, this 'ESS deal'
really and truly is; is to watch the great show
on TV, called, “L&O-SVU”,
Lightbulb Hacker MICROSUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How many times have I
heard Detective Stabler say; child molesters NEVER do it just once,
yet no record of anything exists on this mother fucker. Just how
powerful and connected could this Kennedy-Clansman be, or how
powerful is the ESS may be a better and more accurately descriptive
question to ask here; kind ladies and gentlemen, YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am killing a lot of 'DRONE
INSECTS',
called by me back in 1987, many times; “mini-droids”. You see
folks, I knew even fucking cunt way back then, all this shit that I
know right now. There just was no blogging or internet yet, for me
to use as an open forum; and tell all of this directly and publicly;
Ron
Wirtz Senior and Junior, ADA's, Camden County, New Jersey
Prosecutor's Office!!!!!
FCC,
BOB MCDOWELL, the MILITUFORCE
just struck me again,
this fucking cunt time with a (`~HACK) YO!!!! Even you couldn't keep
me trapped in 1968 forever, McKannon Shoebox Maceblood!!!!
EVEN
THE GREAT AND FUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY,
cannot stop me from telling it all, day after day, and they cannot
kill me, as I do not stay dead, ''shithead Argon''; but I do predict
things every bit as powerful as fuckiGN Nostradamus did, and they all
know it, © Office Examiners from 1988, and McDonald's tune dancers
also!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Keep it a little lower, Mister Connery
JB, nabes'll fucking complain again, out on Astral Way Boulevard,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! I
just took another nasty fucking MOUSE-HACK,
as it took me 5 times to finally get that fucking first nine words of
this paragraph, to come out in a different color, and be slanted.
Each time I made the highlight, the
cunt eating fucking mouse-hack made it disappear,
before I could effect the changes. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, MIZZ
BONDI, AND BOB MC FCC DOWELL, YO YO YO YO?
Life
is major fucked up for me. I just took another mother fucking
MICROSUCKS HACK, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, YO, AT 8:53 PM WHILE STARTING THIS
BLOG RIGHT NOW. First, the document froze or the program did, and
then on came their garbage stupid mother fucking LIGHTBULB HACK
PROMPT.
Just
as I begin to tell more and more of the really good stuff that folks
could learn to implement and use, in their own lives; and begin
exploring what levels that humanity truly is able to achieve; the
bulk of my viewers vanish, with the Ingrid-84-Robin Hill Poison Cake
Cigarettes, bloody shoes, and burned down houses and all; right Sara
J. Karge of Trenton, New Jersey, born July 18, '1896; and not a year
typo that time', folks. But the mother fucking prick hacker shits did
indeed TRY and HACK me again, as it came out 1986, and this time I
wanted it to come out 1896. Tell me folks, what in all gods honesty
are the mother fucking odds for all of this to endlessly keep fucking
ass happening to me, day in and day out, for 30+ mother fucking
years, and no, I am quietly asking, not shouting from the foot of any
October 5, 2008
stairs,
or for that matter, late 1972
stairs
either, Mizz Karge from Trentsylvania McGuire of the powerful ETTOS
brain forgetter machine club!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
General
Patton wished he had kissed that son of a bitch soldier, that he
slapped that day, during World War II. I wish that I never did that
1983 remake song, called, “YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”!
I also fucking wish; FCC BOB MCDOWELL; that you could do something
about this recent rotten MAJOR
FUCKING MICROSOFT RELENTLESS HACKING;
every dam time I try doing a blog any fucking more; as I just took a
damn ass (WORD-DISAPPEARING-HACK), right now, old pal. Again
Mashell Daniels, I am entitled to MY PERSONAL OPINION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hello,
alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am
ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal
Kanwal; thanks to my
awesome great teen-queen, SSJK.
SSSSSSSOOOOOOO
MISTER ARTHUR CRANE FROM 1991-TCE; I SEE OUR 'FRIENDS' ARE OUT THERE
AND ACTIVE, OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, her name was Paula King, so
you can pass it onto our mutual peeps who have their own covert
retaliatory strikes down to a nice pattern also! Dawn my kidnapper
died on New Years Day of 2011, so I am a free man, and living down
here in Fort Pierce, at 601 Avenue B, Apartment Unit #607, if you
wanna' ever come down for a visit.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
What a wovwee wovwee weeled we wive in, Elmer Wabbit Fwudd. Aniwho,
no one to my knowledge, in any religion or philosophy or science, has
put together the truth that MORIANITY has told, concerning the
REALITY-TRIANGLE, you all know exactly what this is; (DREAMING,
HYPERSPACE, EXPLORATRONS).
Folks,
I hope that you all have one hell of a great and wonderful day.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.
And
frankly Congressman Robert Andrews; I don't even care. All we can
try, is to live and to die; with love for each other to share; along
with a lot of dirty rotten type-3-exploratrons fucking with a lot of
us; I would suppose, sir!
A
MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING LEFT SIDE DEATH ANGEL ATTACK IS HAPPENING AT
4:23 PM TODAY, KARGE DAY, 7-18-2020!!!!!
JUNE
26, 2014,
THURSDAY
EVENING AT 10:15,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 79 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 85% and I'm fucking 85% hacked!
Aha-aha-aha-aha-aha,
Mister McNulty!
ALLIGATOR
HATERS
ANONYMOUS
(AHA)!
It
is pouring rain now, at nine past three on this afternoon, stopping
the road noise for a short wee bit of time, so TEE-HEE-HEE
lovely bus riding Madonna from that day on the school road trip into
NYC in 1972.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THAT, huh lovely Sarah Watergate Jacobson? WOW-WOW
big O,
is it pouring down torrential rain buckets outside of me' ol' winder,
on this Friday afternoon, and NAUT back in 2104, but rather here in
the STM measured separation period known as November 8, 2019. So
imagine that, all crackpots, and all sheriff's everywhere!
Times
change, Attorney General's change, and the world changes, BUTTTTTTT
folks, what has changed in an entirely new way since my 2013
remake-song called YBCO for a shortened LOIS-FOCA type abbreviation
here, is thisssssssssssssssssssssssss following shit. Never before
has hyperspace mechanics been screwed around with like this, just as
never before Trump fucked with me with parallel event technology, did
anything even remotely similar to that as well, ever manifest itself
here on the EARTH-PLANET, YO. IPYT people out here, and I swear to
that under anything and everything anywhere and everywhere, HOLY AND
UNHOLY, blessed or unblessed, Catholic Wafers or any other atomically
duplicated items on or off of any MAGNETIC
SOUND MACHINES
which are miniatures of course to the real one from millennia ago
that we all know is called the ARC OF THE COVENANT, and covenant
means CONTRACT, and the contract between GODDESS-MIDDIE
and HER LOIS
FOCA
PEEPS
is a complex and quite misunderstood one to say the very damn least,
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Say hi to your dolphin pals, Detective NYC
Sorvino of the fantastic fictional 'L&O' TV-Show. Leave me
fucking alone, you monster Mortimer Mortino. He never stops fucking
buzzing in my ears on both sides of me, but never at the same time is
this bitch on both sides, so he is most definitely NAUT an
omnipresent being. It may NAUT be February 8 of 2014, but does this
stop me from CAPPING or re-printing shit?
Reprinted
on orders of PEE, on June 25
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0065
5:55
PM, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 2011
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
Yes
PEE, I obey, up here in 2014.
SSSSSSSSOOOOOO,
MISTER ARTHUR CRANE FROM 1991; WHAT ARE THEY GONNA' FUCKING DO TO ME
NOW; MAKE
ME WASH MY HANDS AND CUT OUT MY LUNGS, AGAIN????
Tora
Lora Lora,
Lora Lies and broken promises; right my wonderful black birds all
over, watching out for me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO?????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MORIANITY
BIBLE FOR MILLENNIUM-3 PASTE FROM POSTS
Morianity Bible For Millennium Three:
My
wonderful PEE, thank you for taking such great care of me, and yes,
that far right switch and those nine red wires, hook them together
and out the other end where the gold color attachment face has
inputs, they go here, using an adapter that you were showing me just
the other day. This is how you can then add those other amp-box
converter systems to the third attachment. 'Try
this'
to quote the great Tom
Glenn,
back when it was 1981 over here where I live. I did this in reverse
to add a second 110 VAC to a two speed cassette tape deck around
those very same times, but I had to alter most of the insides of the
unit with a type of splitter filter resistors, and paralleling in a
new circuit of resistors to re-flow and channel extra power so as to
not burn out the remaining transistorized parts on the mother board.
That was a yesterday configuration of course, my wonderful PEE, and
also, tell that idiot we were talking to, that I got his rotten joke
about “all the police”; and that I do not care for his sense of
humor, it reminds me too much of MC's. The day I laugh at what
happened that day at that house at those horrible stairs where the
family was chasing each other up the stairs, well; I'll be a damn ass
monkey's uncle on that day, plus a whole lot of other nasty whittle
things too, as most of us damn Huntington's are aniwho; huh me' ol'
pal, Senator
Sanders,
and Microsoft
Sandwiches?
Friday,
September 22, 2006 Morianity Bible
Thursday, January 19,
2006
Prologue
- Morianity Bible For Millennium
3,
Old Testament 1995
There
is no good way to start this journal of my endless life, you see I do
not ever die. In this age of somewhat computer impersonal inter-world
interaction, I will start with plain simple English. First there is a
very sick giant army of pure wicked slime-bags, wrecking ever facet
of my life. It worsened however 20 years ago when I resided in lovely
Cherry Hill, NJ, and much will be spoken of regarding this horrific
nightmare. I have offered 3 people the knowledge of creating their
idea of immortality, and I can make good on my end of the deal.
Despite mans fear of death and the unknown, they all turned down my
offer, even though what I want in return is not what you might think
the usual things would be, such as sex or money or power etc. I do
not want this. What I want is to be believed and have a small group
of people join me in a fight against something that goes beyond
conspiracy theories, or any syfy stuff. No one can ever give me what
I want so bad, OBLIVION. I have a story to tell you that will topple
the world as we now perceive it to be. Stay tuned, there is a light
year of story to tell, be braced.......I do think it wise that this
book be made a part of my life and live journals, as this is the
beginning of the book known as Morianity Bible. This will not follow
the script of prior writings, as the times change very quickly as
centuries continue moving forward. I feel the need to point out that
several people play a major part of my nightmare endless existence,
and that they are well known high profile individuals. Unless you can
see what I tell you is real, you will be offended as a direct result
of your inability to comprehend. People, animals, weather, machines,
and all potential situations of interaction, in this gigantic 5th
dimensional hyperspace; are all totally controlled by the uplining
thoughtwave, that simply put, IS ALL THIS. No way can I just start
right in imparting things about what the 6th dimension really is, as
though we are having a casual conversation over trivial everyday
matters such as a new boy or girl friend, whether or not the mighty
Philadelphia Flyers will win the 2006 Stanley Cup, and on and on. The
6th dimension contains answers to every question that ever has
plagued or interested mankind since it crawled out of the seas. I
began my bible for no other reason in 1995, than simply put, and
using mortal Earth language; I awoke from a dream on the morning of
August fifteen, 1986, and upon awakening I came here, wherever here
is. NO ONE ON GODS GREEN-BROWN EARTH will believe me when I tell them
that the place that I fell asleep from the night before was not where
I am now, and have been since this outlandish occurrence. Since this
happened, some things are similar, and some things are quite
different. When I came to the library today to write this blog, my
reading glasses vanished and turned up in a very weird spot, and then
a crazy person tried intentionally to hit my car while I was merely
attempting to normally park. Things like this occur constantly, and
thousands of hellish things worse, every year since this hell began
in 1986, whereas before all of this, my life was boring and dull, not
great, but certainly not TOTAL FREAKING HELL. I have been in a
death-hell sentence for 20 years now, and all from doing no more than
waking up from a spurious and crazy dream, where I lived in Atlantic
City, NJ, but in an entirely altered reality, some might refer to as
a parallel universe. One possible explanation for this is that I used
to experiment with many electronic devices, and you would never
believe me if I told you the whole story. Long before many of the
technologies of century 21 existed, I applied an ancient alchemists
theory to life by combining science with the magical world, hence
creating a commingling of sorts of existing powers, that man had
tapped into. There are several people that were suddenly added and
subtracted from known reality, and the machine it was done on, was a
Panasonic Technics RS1500US open reel
recorder. In closing, the first
chapter of this bible, I will simply say this: I am in hell. I have
been shot in a Wawa, drowned, poisoned, electrocuted, killed in 5
traffic crashes, the worst being in Woodbury, NJ, and have had
several massive and fatal heart attacks. Death hates my guts and has
been ordered to not let me get out of this nightmare. I am constantly
evicted from wherever I live, friends keep dying strange deaths, I am
fired off jobs with no explanations, and every time that I eventually
and painstakingly get a new person in my life who possibly might help
me, they turn on me with no rhyme nor reason. 2 churches asked me to
leave the fold as they believe I am cursed of God, or possessed, or
some other such absurd nonsense. No matter what I try to ever do
socially, financially, or whateverally, IT FAILS FAILS FAILS. These
are the persons who are responsible for the complete destruction of
an innocent man, though they have no clue that any of this is going
on. DONALD TRUMP, DONNA SUMMER, ROBERT CLARK, ED SNYDER, RICHARD
KARPF, MAYOR BOB LEVY OF ACNJ, ROBERT MCGUIRE, SARAH CALLIO MARTINO,
FRANK CALLIO, THOMAS J. REALE, MARY CARTER PAINTS. CIA, NSA, and many
BFA 'black file agencies", are owned-controlled by the
Callio-Martino families of East Jersey. Chapter two will tell you
details of what these wicked subskumites do to me in covert ugly
detail, stay tuned. Thank you "TOMORROW-NOW" network, for
carrying this message, through World System, which is the replacement
of present day internet. Anybody who never saw a movie called "THE
TRUEMAN SHOW" needs to get to a
video rental system.
Tuesday,
January 31, 2006
Chapter 01 Daring To Know
About Me
-
- Name: theansweristheqyuestion
- Location: Hammonton, New Jersey, United States of America, ESMWG
-
Not
boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly
say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived
here; none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with
awareness.
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BEAUTIFUL 'PATTY HHH', THIS HACKING IS
MAKING ME WANT TO BURN WITH FIRE,
LOVELY QUEEN OF THE WICCAN LANDS,
AND BLUE CANDLES AT THE
J-CEM!!!!!!!!!! Oh well gorgeous Mizz
Irene Cara, at least they're NAUT damn 'FLASHDANCE
MEMORIES' of so many wild 'BULLISH
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other great and unfathomable skating
rinks!
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WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!
THIS
IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
THIS
IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
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IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
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IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
THIS
IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
THIS
IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, 'BOM' (Blogs
Of Mountainpen)
NEXT
WEEKS' REDLINE COULD HIT THE NEXT HIGHER RED STAR, YO!!!!!!!!
PLEASE
TAKE THIS AS THE WARNING IT IS MEANT TO BE, PEEPS!
CALLIO-CALLIO-CALLIO-CALLIO-CALLIO-CALLIO---CALL-10
JO-JO,
JO-JO, JO-JO; ROTTEN CALL TEN:
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 one little tiny ass bit good, 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
18,000
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!
PPPNLRM,
CHPT. 29
3:17
PM, WEDNESDAY, 15 JULY, 2020
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
HUMPDAY,
AND AC-NJ-USA-LIFEGUARD DAY
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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!!!!!!!!!
FEBRUARY
13, 2020 or JUNE 15, 2020, or JULY 15, 2020;
IT
MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO DIFFERENCE WHAT CLOCKS OR CALENDARS SAY, AS IT IS
ALL ENDLESS HELL TO ME!!!!!!!!
Last
night, I was having extremely rotten and unpleasant nightmares
towards the time of my waking. I was in shitty Atlantic City in
distant hyperspace, and I was with the Latengrate Sir David Charles
Roth; and we were in some weird hotel, and I had misplaced my keys,
and all sorts of monstrous shit was happening to me as a result of
that. Still, there is a huge difference between nightmares where
everyone around me is super hostile with me, and those where shit is
indeed really bad, yet that 'hostilitygram', as I label it; is
missing from the experience, and believe me, I am 'naut'
complaining about that, Mizz AT&T Blake!
For
now at least, we don't need to get more into any specifics regarding
this unpleasant nocturnal experience. We can always get back to that,
for all you hard punching pals of Jim Maverick Rockford, and his
files pertaining to loosened teeth!!!!!!!!!! For right now, I am
going to tell a few other things, not that it doesn't of course all
totally connect together, as it most certainly does, as all things
do; and especially in my own personal life experiences, as told of in
all of this Morianity “BOM-BLOG”. First off, the stock market is
flying and is up around 28,000 points, hovering in the ALL TIME
RECORD HIGH RANGES, as told by me would absolutely and definitely
happen. None of my wisdom pertains to so-called psychic powers nor
magical hidden information from unknown sources. This is all as
completely down to Earth and logical as anything could ever possibly
get; oh great Lads, Lassies, Labrador Dogs, and 'anyonelseians' out
here. I have told that these markets have nothing to do with what
they were before August of 1986 or in that general range of time. All
has altered, and I can prove it, but only to those who wish to
earnestly learn and listen, and then believe no matter how surreal it
may appear to sound to them. The best way to open this all up is with
a simple few sentences that just come out and tell it true and up
front without any hesitantly held back politically correct or
otherwise junk. Anyone who watches the great CNN at night, following
the news hour, and I mean straight through until the shows just
repeat themselves again at the end of the day; can hear how the
reporting staff keep calling everything around us now 'surreal' and
other similar matching terms of verbal description. But they refuse
to take the leap of the very necessary ONE MORE STEP that would
eliminate their need to remain in so much total obfuscation and
confusion. The very same weird insanity that just suddenly surrounded
me back in the middle nineteen-eighties, leading me to eventually
label and name such items as the WOMO, the MILITUFORCE, MY ENEMIES
FROM HELL, or the AFTER 8-15-1986 NIGHTMARE; have been building in
both size and quantity, as well as in connectiveness with realities
beyond ONLY ME. All this time this was just ME who was inside of this
crap with these scumbag ultra weird Halls Fawces, but in more recent
times, this has gone onto finally literally explode outward far
beyond just me, however, I still am the endless hub and center to it
all. If the CNN peeps would ever just try to make this incredible
leap, and study my story, and these nearly 15 YEARS OF BLOGS; they
honestly and really and truly and verily would quit shaking their
heads and acting like “What the fuck is going on here with all of
thissssssssssss”. And yessir world; with or without lovely women
soap stars, such as Mizz dazzling Susan
Lucci, of the AMC show; that was canceled
by the MILLIONTH COUNCIL,
after they decided one day, to make an ultimate move, to copy
Mountainpen's Laser Retrace Technology, with that wild nut job in
the show, Doctor Hayward! The really sad part in all of this story,
and not just my Lab-Tech ESS traveler daughter the Pink
Goddess, but ALLberries
and yes, speaking of quintessential apropos
computerized programs kicking in here, but yes, ALL of the
topics discussed on these blogs for a damn decade and a half now; is
that 'deep down', Mister
great wonderful “Law & Order”
Robin Hill Robinnette, I
truly and verily do believe that many folks out here DO KNOW, and
they simply forever choose to pretend not to get it or not to
believe, or whatever, since this is the correct
sociological attitude for them to adopt, should they not ever wish
to be ostracized by their peers, and hence; lose their careers and
ability to make a great living, and have their lifestyles protected
for them, and their beloved families. Hey, I am no total dummy, and I
know what I know!!!!!!!!! So allow and “Cousin-Uncle-1972
PERMIT” me pweeeze, to draw in me' mother humping FACL now,
or 'helllllllllse', I will end up struck by Mizz
Witch-Bitch Notfondauonebit Crapinherpants Sleazeweedsdisease,
oh teasing and taunting dirt bag Microsucks
Corporation!!! Normally and usually, those names for Jane are
only in need of an opening type job and then followed by an
“ENTER-KEY” click, but this time, none of them were activated.
Yet all the other things such as lovely Erica Cane and her AMC 1983
show S's and all the rest, even down to Microsucks CORPORATION, all
are operating as they usually and normally would. As a coworker idiot
from early in 1979 would say to me from time to time, Security
Officer Sir Chuck Kim; “Hey
Mark, it's simpelllllllllll”. And I think the man was
absolutely correct in his great assumptions!!!
Yes
Misses Antoinette Rabil, oh you vision
of loveliness from 1971 and 1972, at Cooley Hall; how you would say,
that when we kids can speak 'Korean', as well as Mister
Chuck Kim can speak English, then that is when we would be
able to tease our accents; so my
apologies here, mah'm. She used to tell all of us in
school, when some of the kids would tease her 'French' accent, that
very same thing; only she would say French
rather than my now saying, Korean. In any event, things
are beyond weird and surreal, for me, for the entire world, and THE
GODS only know for what, or who else out here 'somewhere'
(Astral Plane COINS and COILS)!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not only the goddamn stock market, but all of that shit that leaves
the great CNN nightly news-anchors shaking
their heads in endless pondering queries, each and every
night; is merely the same bizarre outlandish HALLS FAWCES acting on a
much larger grouping of humans now, than only me and a handful of
those around me back between the mid eighties and the following three
decades of time, give or take. I have had to be stuck in this WARP OF
SURREAL AND ENDLESS NIGHTMARE INTERACTIONS, WITH THESE BRIGGBASE
PHASE-4 ESS SCUM, creating these PLAYFIELDS for me, and around me for
30 years or so, and now, finally; all the rest of you are beginning
to get the slightest and smallest degree of this same medicine; and
for you, it is not acting on you directly in endless horrendous
negative ways, either. So you still are all way ahead of the game,
next to poor, pitiful, pathetic and helpless little Mountainpen. Are
any of you beginning to get it yet? As you begin to read these blogs,
and try and understand any of this, even on the most basic levels;
you can then begin to give your poor necks a little bit of a
rest!!!!!!!!! In any event, watch out for those Huntington nooses, as
they do tend to stretch the necks of peeps that shake their heads or
NAUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And a great big JEEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUIZE for
crying out loud! Still, we seem to be all left now with another
powerful question here, and that being, then not only why are these
Astral Plane HALLS FAWCES doing
all of this, but ALSO WHY did they seemingly just begin with me,
especially between about 1973 and 1986, and then slowly enlarge the
bigger picture with this unfathomable cosmic anomaly, to now include
practically, if not definitely, the entire world? I do not have the
magical answers, and maybe Mizz Knowitall
lovely Patricia H. Hollister H. does, and then maybe she
doesn't. Who can know such mother humping powerhouse stuff while
inside of a coat of flesh????? Certainly not me!!!!!!!! But between
you and me and all of the world's great illustrious lampposts all
over the place, I'd settle for knowing one huge goddamn part of this
great mystery that could keep an entire army of super sleuths busy
for centuries. That is the endless question of why did this start
with me and only me, and then in very recent times, explode out from
beyond me into this incredible big bang? Could the remotely possible
explanation be that since I have told enough peeps now enough times,
via these BOM-BLOGS, the truths about the original BIG BANG, the
fawces need to match it all up? Hey yo, it is as good of an
explanation as anything else, and I can be right every bit as surely
as I can be wrong, with this potential concept!!!!
(Continuing
on with co-non-art, so-non-art):
I
have played over the past two days, six new PHR games of Quantum
Roulette. I have used 3 queries of Q&A's on the Genie Wheel (A33)
that is way ultra far into what I call the black or anti-matter space
on the graph-charts, and I have used 3 queries of Q&A's on the
Wheel that is labeled as (C06) that is the most far away point out
of the NZ (Neutral Zone), or the hyperspace-effects and equation of
the ART, on the graph-charts and into the white or regular matter
space on the graph-charts. The 3 Q&A's of black-matter space with
Wheel A33 were 7 questions, 5 questions, and 9 questions. The results
after reversing for BLACK-MATTER-GRAPHING answers, were as follows,
(WIN=W) (LOSE=L) as follows: Set 1 of 3, WLWLLLW, set 2 of 3 were
WWWWL, and set 3 of 3 were LLWWWWWWW. The P&L on the Genie Wheel
#A33 would be: Set 1---($-100.00), Set 2---($+300.00), Set
3---($+500.00). Four house vig green pop ups caused four one-half
betting amounts to be lost to the gaming house, or ($-200.00). The
total P&L from Wheel #A33, is -100, +300, +500, -200. Net total
of P&L on Wheel #A33---$+500.00. Now the 3 Q&A's of
white-matter space with Wheel C06 were 5 questions, 5 questions, and
3 questions. The results after keeping the YES answers YES and the NO
answers NO for white matter graphing answers were as follows: Set 1
of 3 were, WWLWW, set 2 of 3 were LWWLW, and set 3 of 3 were LWW. The
P&L results from that are as follows: (WIN=W) (LOSE=L) Set
1---($+300.00), Set 2---($+100.00), Set 3---($+100.00). There were no
green house vigs that came up. P&L becomes +300, +100, +100,
totaling ($+500.00) for Wheel #C06. Total profit is +500 on wheel A33
and +500 on wheel C06, totaling +$1,000.00. And believe it or not,
another one of these running wheels is showing a potential for NZBO
(Neutral Zone Break Out) and this is WHEEL #B19, not 'hey', oh great
artist named Steely Dan from 1981!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
good old wheel #B19, Sir Steely. This is also in the White-Matter
Space of graphing charts. It is moving in and out or has been, from
the high end of the NZ into very low WMS territory. But I have been
asking some 50-50 Q&A's or SO-NON-ART questions of this wheel,
and it seems to have permanently crossed into WMS territory just
recently. So this is three wheels that are IN PLAY now, and yes
Microsucks Corporation sir, in PLAYFIELDS toothpaste TOO, you
annoying mother-humper. All things pertaining to my life and my
attempting to escape this three thousand year old family curse
(Huntington Curse), is all one HUGE
PLAYFIELD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At
my age, it is no fun at all to have a minimum of a year taken out of
my life with this mother-humping CVGP. I fully realize, Mizz Payne
from late in 1967, that everyone is unhappy to say the very least,
about this hellishness. Still, what are the odds that my plans to
leave Florida this very spring, were completely halted and thwarted
by an absolutely unpredictable event that defies practically all odds
for happening????????? Quite naturally, this is why I don't for a
goddamn New York second, believe that this is merely an unfortunate
happenstance. If cops and DA's can yell and holler about them not
believing in coincidences, then who are any of the great authorities
to say that Mountainpen doesn't have equal justice and or rights to
also make such a claim????????
PPPNLRM, CHPT. 28
3:25
PM, MONDAY, 13 JULY, 2020
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
The
weather report as shown on “TWC”:
TIME
OF 'TWC' WEATHER REPORT:---7/13/20
@ 1:00 PM
TEMPERATURE---94
PREDICTED
HIGH TODAY---94
HEAT
INDEX---109
SKY
CONDITIONS---SUNNY
HUMIDITY---59%
WIND---W
@ 10 MPH, WITH NO GUSTS
BAROMETRIC
PRESSURE---****-*
AIR
QUALITY---MODERATE
SUNRISE/SUNSET---6:35-A/8:19-P
VISIBILITY---***
DEWPOINT---**
LOCAL
WEATHER PREDICTIONS---20% RAIN CHNC
and
a low of 75 degrees overnight.
Even
though the day has been quiet so far, I still am awaiting disaster
due to incredible monstrous rotten nightmares before arising from
sleep. This was around just shy of eleven this morning. It was the
damn library nightmare all over again, only it began where the other
one left off, almost. I had not yet walked out the one way door with
my heavy baggage as I did before, but went up the stairs without my
heavy bulky junk, and found myself in a room where people were going
to be given a test exam before being given some grant money for some
school of higher learning. I don't remember all those details. This
nightmare was in three parts once I got to this room that no longer
seemed to even be any part of that library. First, the testing room
area, second the home where I was living with my mother in this
parallel world, and finally in some sort of deli or other type of a
small food store, where Mister Marcucci was working, only he had his
Beatles clothes on and was wearing the shades on his eyes as well. We
will get to all three of these wild connected nightmares that were
all in perfect sequential order, one at a time. But first, this was
ten times worse than the other prior library hostility nightmare
where everyone was treating me like total mother humping dog dung, by
a damn factor of about ten times or so!!!!!!!!!!
Before
I tell you all the nightmare, let me first open up with lovely Diana,
coming to visit with me at ten of the clock on Sunday morning, waking
me up; and
letting me see her awesome lightning, filled with
lovely fractal designs, and numerous brilliant colorings. She blows
my mind; Russ Thaxton, and Mister Cool Marcucci!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES,
SHE totally and completely BLOWS ME' MIND, YO!
I
woke up today in a five
times angrier fucking mood
than I did on that morning a week ago give or take,
from that nasty ass monstrous library
nightmare.
But it was exactly the same 'shitsapookna' and 'SHIT' that was going
on in both of them. Major major major mean nasty horrible hostility
against me, from everybody, everywhere; and for absolutely no good
reason, from one possible thing that I did, in order to provoke
anything whatsoever; yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!! Yes world, we've already
discussed the LIBRARY-NIGHTMARE, but allow me to refresh the memories
of anyone who needs to be refreshed, and then we will move this right
along with the present nightmare. As I speak, a major right side
DEATH ANGEL ATTACK is striking me at 4:56 Post Meridian!
Now
I never told you all about the horrible
nightmare I woke up out of SHORTLY BEFORE THAT HELLISH
SATURDAY HOLIDAY HELL THAT MY DAMN WOMO-M2F
OTAMMITE ENEMIES put me through. I was in a super gigantic
library, or me' transdimensional doppelganger (double) was anyway,
and I was being severely fucking mistreated by several of the women
who were employed there, for doing nothing wrong at all, reminding me
a little bit of my days in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG while with Sir Ed
Himacane Lynch, and had those problems while he was trying to get me
started as a blogger. There, it was other patrons whom were upsetting
me, and it is all on previous blogs where I told this entire story.
But in this horrendous monstrous putrid fucking nightmare, the Head
Librarian was a lady around late fifties or so in age, heavy set and
standing around five feet four inches tall; and she gave me hell for
everything I was doing. If I so much as moved some tiny object that
was on my person, or when I was throwing something away in a trash
can, and on and on and on, she just gave me holy fucking goddamn hell
for everything I did, and without one small slight wee tad bit of
justification. Eventually, I remember trying to take some heavy thing
that I had with me, up some stairs and could not do it because it was
so heavy and bulky, and then another person in the library told me
that there was a side door that I could go out and it would then lead
me to where my car was parked. OKAY, MISTER
JOHN KING from late summer-time-1996, oh Latengrate SIR,
and anyone else, now allow me to move this up to present times, right
to the damn minute! Before I do this, allow me please to draw in my
mother fucking FACL, so that the great
non-water-witch-bitch Jane Sleazeweedsdisease, can't worsen my day
and life beyond the already existing sub
vampiric hellishness, that it already perpetually goddamn
mother fucking is, yo!!!
What
I tell is totally accurate, and if anything it is compressed or I
would have a three hundred page blog about this wild nightmarish
dream straight from DOGTOWN. So I got into this exam or testing room
where a young girl was in charge, and I felt like the year 2010 all
over again with that computer bullshit when I used to live up in the
Fort Pierce hood area and worked for the so-called charitable
organization called HARVEST FOOD OUTREACH of Fort Pierce. She treated
me horrendously and all I wanted to do was to clarify one particular
point regarding the test so that I wouldn't make a major error on the
answer sheet, as there was both the questions booklet part as well as
the separate answering sheet for circling in the answers to the test
exam questions. However, something wasn't right, at least with my
paperwork, and I had every right to ask a certain question, but she
treated me like total goddamn hell, and then when she finally did
help me after I walked over to her seat to explain it better, some
jerk off total fucking prick had removed my test papers from my desk,
and thought that this was real goddamn fucking funny; Mizz
Sheila Hairshow Franklin Bigtits!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After I
knew that there was absolutely no way to get justice for what was
being done to me and that my leaving the testing exam room was my
only viable goddamn option, I did so, and the next thing I remember
was being home, and the house was similar to the design of the Pliner
1983 Atco, NJ-USA rental home, but it was nowhere near any Atco that
I know from the 'waking world'. I don't even think it was a place
similar to the state of New Jersey at all, and many wild things were
happening, but the main thing was my mother was living there too, and
she was treating me like total fucking toilet water mixed with
nuclear waste, ON DAMN STEROIDS!!!!! Many things were happening. She
wouldn't speak or answer me, other than to taunt me. She kept turning
the air conditioning system off in my room, as there was no central
system in that house, and then opening up my windows when I had
extremely good reasons for not wanting them to be opened up. When I
finally stood in front of the TV set to block some program she was
watching, I said, “You're not watching TV until we get some things
all straightened out”; and then she still refused to act normally
or rationally, or like any goddamn responsible fucking adult would.
She suddenly grabbed two pairs of large headphones and put them over
her eyes and not her ears, and just started humming some stupid ass
tune. There was a weird law in this town where the house was, and
certain types of homes were not allowed to open up the windows in
their bathrooms during night time hours unless the homes were
constructed in a certain way which ours was not. When the
nabe-watch-peeps saw a violation, they would go by in go cart type of
vehicles sort of resembling golf carts but different, with loud
blaring siren speakers and make town-crier type of announcements for
peeps to shut their windows as they were in violation of township
ordinance. My mom wanted to keep getting me into trouble and laughed
about it. I finally yelled to her, “You and fucking Patty
Hollister, you both have wanted me totally destroyed all along, huh”?
She again said absolutely nothing, but she would snicker and smirk to
the point that it took everything in me not go over to her and give a
nasty ass fucking big smack in the head! Finally, I remember seeing
something cooking in my room, not the kitchen, but a regular bedroom
with a stove and range in it for crying out loud. I turned it off.
Then I packed a few items, and I left, and I hollered out, “I won't
be coming back, bitch”! The next thing I remember is being in that
goddamn mother fucking deli where Mister Marcucci was working, and he
was young, even younger than when I knew him at the end of the
sixties decade. He was talking with a few peeps in the store who when
they saw me, they began treating me horribly and were fucking
screwing with me big ass time! Then I said to Marcucci, “This
is so far worse than when I was a boy in your classroom at Cooley
Hall, and it has gone on now ALL MY DAMN LIFE, and I cannot figure
out why or how to get it stopped”. Then he too turned on
me, and this was just like being in those fucking 1965
SHADOW-MONSTER HADDON HILLS NIGHTMARES, all over goddamn
again for crissake!!!!!!!!!!! He said some really horrendous vulgar
things to me and then he said that I never should have squealed about
the Exploratronic Supermind Society, and especially the Educational
Faction of this Astral Groupation of which he is ONE OF
THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then after that, he said horrible things, one
right after another, and then the two dudes in the store that were
talking to him before I walked in, all three of them started to grab
items and throw them at me, and curse at me viciously. I
felt like poor fucking Rob Petry Vandyke, with his nightmare Danny
Thomas WALNUT EXPERIENCE from the 'OTHER FICTIONAL
ALIENS'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I eventually
managed to wake up out of this beyond hellishness times infinity, and
I was fit to be fucking tied, AND I STILL AM; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, and a BIG
ASS BUTT AND but, peeps, yo;
this all so perfectly dovetails into WAKING
WORLD SHIT NOW, and so let me get to it, once I eat me' mother
fucking whittle din-din and try to relax for a while,
BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
The
one thing that I forgot to mention in this nightmare
straight out of DOGTOWN at the top of the goddamn Dogtown Bridge,
is that there was yet another musical tune in this wild experience,
and it happened at the opening of this three part nightmare, not
including the quick intro into it while I was continuing literally
out of the other previous nightmare in that horrible fucking huge
and gargantuan library from HELL!!!!!!! During the time where I was
trying to get the young instructor girl to realize that something was
very wrong with my test sheets, and just as I began trying to find
them on my desk after some other jerk off prick student stole or
removed, or had hidden them on me intentionally; while she was
standing over my desk; she began singing that great tune from 'PETER
PAUL AND MARY' that is so interconnected with the fifth
day in October of the year 2008, called, “Blowing
In The Wind”, or I think that this was the title. It
was that song that kept repeating those lyrics of “How
many times this, and how many times that”, and so forth
and so on, and then had the chorus lines of 'the
answer my friend is blowing in the
wind'. This is now the 2nd
time that this great 'PP&M' tune, has literally come INTO MY
DREAMS; or I have connections with it 5th
dimensionally, in the great almighty goddamn hyperspace!!!!!!!!!
This was a powerful interdimensional tune that worked its way into my
life in both the end of the year of 1972, and then again in late
2008, only once was in (waking life) and once was in (non-waking
life). Again, this topic could go on and on and easily move into many
hundreds of additional fucking blogged pages, so no need for doing
that at least right now.
By
the way, one of Marcucci's pals over in that parallel realm, was the
character portrayed by Bill Bixby, the famous Hulk Scientist and
Geneticist, Doctor David Banner. He was one of the three peeps in
that deli store screwing with me. I remember distinctively saying to
him, “Aren't you David Beckworth or David Banner”? Many zillions
of additional small details are totally remembered by me, and so if I
feel the damn need to add them in as we proceed further along; then
so be it, and yessir me' great educator and ESS-traveler, whomever
you truly are 5th dimensionally, Mister Lennon; We
can just “Let it be”!!!!!!! I'll bet dollars to
donuts that some group of head shrinkers are going to someday have
FIELD DAYS examining all me'
nightmares!!!!
It's
twenty past six now, and is still 92 degrees here in good old Fort
Pierce, Florida, USA, ESMWG. So whoopdeedo. I had a steak and onion
on wheat grain bread sandwich with a glass of Clamato
Veggie juice, not recognized by Mike Sucks
Hellwrecker-Spellchecker system. Gee,
imagine that?
Peeps,
if I don't wanna' be tormented, tortured, persecuted, oppressed, and
harassed; I have to always make sure that I keep away from doing the
THREE FORBIDDEN MOTHER FUCKING NO-NO'S!!!
1)
I AM NOT ALLOWED TO EVER PRAY.
2)
I AM NOT ALLOWED TO EVER CRY.
3)
I AM NOT ALLOWED TO EVER BREATHE.
THESE
THREE NO-NO ITEMS ARE EITHER ADHERED TO, OR HELLLLSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND
JUNE 4, 1983 MAKES #3 A LITERAL REALITY FOR ME, AND A VERY PERSONAL
COMMANDMENT FROM THE MILITUFAWCES!
So
why did I say that this nightmare will dovetail right into some
powerhouse mother fucking ASTRAL-PLANE
TRUTHS? Well, 1979 coworker and Security Officer, @
Certainteed Fiberglass Corporation of Berlin Junction, NJUSAESMWG;
the answer to this is weelwee quite damn ass “simpelllllllllll”,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know for a fact, unless all of my out of body
experiences are pure illusion, as most Born-Again
Christians believe they are, and I don't
agree with them one bit, but I am not so arrogant as to
proclaim that I have to be 100% right, while they are all 100% wrong;
and so my combined remembered experiences show me that there are a
powerful groupation of Astral Entities or “Purgatites” as
Morianity refers to them as, that can and do, suck us all from time
to time, into powerful nightmarish dreaming interactions in 5th
dimensional hyperspace, for the simple reason of ALTERING OUR LIVES
BACK HERE WHERE WE ARE PHYSICALLY ATTACHED TO BODIES, through the
wild realities of (TSE) TOWEL-SEEPAGE-EFFECTS, and what happened to
me in good old fucking nightmare August of 1986 can be thought of
here as the QUINTESSENTIAL AND PERFECT EXAMPLE or an ABSOLUTE
ILLUSTRATION that proves what I am saying and claiming here,
folks!!!!!!!!!!! And fuck the goddamn
folksingers, and you toothpaste
TOO SIR GODDAMN ANNOYING MICROSOFT
SUCKS CORPORATION, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! So exactly who or
what, back in Astral Purg (PLANC-TIME) pre-BIG BANG, is doing this
shit to us; you all may be head scratching, and wondering about
right now, in a gigantic furious query? Two
fucking annoying DEATH ANGELS,
both on the right side of me, have happened in the past five minutes
now; and as I pen this at 7:47 Post Meridian, I am getting another
damn noisy ass FIRE ALARM
here at this lovely awesome wonderful PARK TERRACE PUBLIC HOUSING
BUILDING, of all great non Patty Hollister's EVERYWHERE, so
here is a great big ass Shoeknockeroutter 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE',
that is being shouted out now, for the great Sir
CF Chester-Frank, from good
ol' Southeastern NO JOYSEY!!!!!
Yes,
just who is dragging us all from time to time, into all of these wild
and frightening damn nightmares?????????????? basically, it is being
done by LEVEL-6 and LEVEL-7 Astral Energetic Entities or AEE's for
short. Let me break down for you all, the entire 9-LEVEL hierarchy of
Astral-Plane entities or AEE. The fire alarm just was deactivated by
the local fire ladder peeps, at 7:55. Now moving on with the 9 levels
of the AEE, as it is high time now IMHO for all of the Morianity
followers (Blogaudians) to have this information, for whatever it
truly is worth in greater cosmic value, even for the mighty peeps of
the great MIB/MAJ-12!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LEVEL-1---
Less
than human life when dreaming out into hyperspace on the Earth-Planet
or 'otherwise' physical plane locales
LEVEL-2---
Normal
human beings of Earth while dreaming off of the Purgatory
LEVEL-3---
The
trickle few of all times, who become totally enlightened while
dreaming on the Earth Planet and away from the Astral Plane, but are
still not accepted members of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY
LEVEL-4---
Type-3-Exploratron
ESS-Members while dreaming off the Purg onto the Earth Planet, and
maybe other physical plane locales too
LEVEL-5---
The
87 most special friends of SSJK known as HER VIQUEENS, as well
as other energetic equally balanced entities, that are biblically
referenced as the Angels or Demons, and
the Ancient Astronaut Theorist groups refer to as the Gods-Goddesses;
believing only their existence in realities confined however to the
physical plane, and not in the Purgatory
LEVEL-6---
The
extremely special agent-messenger droid beings overseeing the lower
groupations of Level-5 groupations, biblically referenced as the
Archangels
LEVEL-7---
The
one million Astral (Purgatory) Plane Entities, in charge of the
Astral Political Machine and Council of Ruling and Governing
Controllers, known as and identified by them in one incredible radio
broadcast some time back in Miami, Florida, USA; as the “Millionth
Council”, and even also referenced in the great Bible
Scriptures New Testament Gospels by the Lord Jesus Christ, regarding
telling His disciples to never call your brother a fool, or you will
be in danger of and from this council of controllers.
LEVEL-8---
Astral-Plane
COINS, the top GODS, and with the second absolute most powerful total
amounts of energy, that may be used for accomplishing desires and
goals, as well as being able to maintain Astral Existence before
losing enough power and falling into human dreaming entities on the
physical plane and scattered throughout the entire 5th
dimensional hyperspace called CREATION.
LEVEL-9---
Astral-Plane
COILS, the absolute top GODS, and with the very absolute most
powerful total amounts of energy, that may be used for accomplishing
desires and goals, as well as being able to maintain Astral Existence
before losing enough power and falling into human dreaming entities
on the physical plane and scattered throughout the entire 5th
dimensional hyperspace called CREATION.
Now
the difference in power and energy between all nine levels, is
approximately 1,000 times greater on each level, than those entities
who are one level beneath them. For example, a LEVEL-3-entity is
surpassed by the LEVEL-4-entity by 1,000 times, and is surpassed by
the LEVEL-5-entity by 1,000,000 times or 1,000 times 1,000. An
incredible amount of energetic difference exists between any of the
9-LEVEL types of Astral Plane Entities or Purgatites. Another term
that may be used here, can be Existors.
This is in a contrast with the ever elusive groupation of
Astral-Plane Groupations of the very
lucky and fortunate NON-existors. Only
FULLY ENLIGHTENED ENTITIES are able to understand the truth regarding
the existors and the non-existors. I have made futile
attempts to educate the masses of the Earth-Planet here on this
Physical-Plane of human life or ASTRAL-DREAM-DOWNS; and I have
utterly failed to accomplish my objective in this fifteen year long
blogging project called 'THE BOM', or
Morianity for M-3. Sir
Dennis
Snyder would be needed
right about now, to make this powerhouse writing discourse of
enlightened truth come fully and totally alive, with his ever
hopefully globally famous now statement, made to me by him, up there
in Jersey so often, at the Cifaloglio job site. He would say to me,
“And that's just reality, son”.
The man was 100% mother humping correct too, and fucking go screw
your damn toothpaste, Microsucks
Corporation!!!!!!!!!!
THE
END, AND SMELLING REAL 'GOUUUUUD'.
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