PPPNLRM,
CHPT. 32
1:06
PM, TUESDAY, 21 JULY, 2020
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
DAY
OF MAJOR ELECTRONIC PERSECUTION
The
weather report as shown on “TWC”:
NO
REPORT TODAY, YO.
TIME
OF 'TWC' WEATHER REPORT:---7/21/20
@ *****
TEMPERATURE---**
PREDICTED
HIGH TODAY---**
HEAT
INDEX---**
SKY
CONDITIONS---**
HUMIDITY---**
WIND---**
BAROMETRIC
PRESSURE---***
AIR
QUALITY---***
SUNRISE/SUNSET---***
VISIBILITY---***
DEWPOINT---**
LOCAL
WEATHER PREDICTIONS---**********
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
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BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
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The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
TUESDAY,
JULY 21, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
CRESCENT 1:7
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.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are
viciously persecuting me
FOR
THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS
DEATH ASSAULT EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THIS 21 JULY OF 2020,
WITH 100% POWER TO CRUSH THE ENEMY WHO HAS DAMAGED MY TELEVISION
SET, AND DONE ELECTRONIC PERSECUTION TO ME TODAY,
and
that is all a part of DONALD
TRUMP'S
ICPE-APE-TECH
death strike
on me since August 15
of 1986;
on a crush-destruct
order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189,
max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901,
G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917,
CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD!!!!!!!!
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel
sounds. The high-tone is colored RED.
The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual
beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and
singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan,
use your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this
sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD
technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I'
to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones,
or ETT'S.
THAT
MISERABLE FUCKING COW JANE Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit
Crapinherpants Thistlethorns Witchbitch Fonda just fucking cunt
totally nailed me with her miserable non-Borgia 'ONES ASSAULT' ON ME
AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Please
allow and permit me to CUNT PHLEGM RAPE here, with a large
NON-ASTRAL PLANE GROUPATION of FIVES!!!!!!!
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OH
GREAT SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, ME' KIND SIR!!!!!!! DO U WANNA'
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
Cut
me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!
THANK-UUUUUUUUUUUUUU,
all great NYUSAESMWG eats places and their lovely waitresses. You
know it's funny as all shit. Mashell
Daniels
married a dude, and he worked in Hellyweird, and his name matches
that of the producer of that great 2009 movie. Our HUUUUUUUUUUGE
debate that night at the recording studio was about IRC's or for
those who may naut know what that stands for, try “mixed race
marriages”, “interracial couples”, or a zillion other similar
things such as these. All I did that night was say that things like
this bring problems for people, and that my mom always told me that
life has enough crap in it without adding more junk to our plate. No
harm no fowl. She is right, and just as I thought she was wrong,
poof, the WP peeps and their secret-leader Mister Trump come along,
and look at where we are. And they say we can;t turn back the clock.
Well Mashell, I do still thank you honey cakes, for your permission
that allows me, and “entitles me to my opinion”. I meant nothing
wrong at all, and was merely stating the obvious and keeping things
real, so as to please me' other 'coworker' down on Jefferson Street
a mile or so away, Security
Officer Schleigh.
So WOW-THAT!!!!!!!!! I won't lie. I believe there is a good chance
that her EX could be Lee's pop. Things like this occur in me' life
with such intense and incredible regularity, that NOTHING
IN THE WORLD EVER SURPRISES ME ANY LONGER!!!
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Yes,
the great musical project of 2013, catalog number 29:
THIS
IS A PHONY DUPLICATION, AND BECAUSE THAT LADY STOLE
MY COPYRIGHT FORM, I CANNOT EVEN PRINT
UP THE PAULA KING REGISTRATION NUMBER!!!!!!!!! DUHHHH. THAT IS WHY I
TYPED IN THE WORDS, “STOLEN FORM”!
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Oh
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT world; this rotten fothermucking MILITUFORCE is
killing me. So I'll simply damn say, good
moanin' to the universe. Here are the stats for this 26th
day of good-ol' wovwee November. Gee whiz, I was in Atlantic City
last night in 5th
dimensional hyperspace, and for the first time in many decades,
talking to a transdimensional Ziggy, who was not crippled there from
polio, who loved jogging, and no longer sat on cardboard pieces on
the beach, but rather, on a very nice expensive looking beach towel,
right due east of the good old Ripley's Believe It Or NAUT place on
the boardwalk just several yards to the south of the great famous
Central Pier. As for Delmo Cifaloglio; we can see a whole lot of
powerful connections through and via the wonderful Lawtronically
controlled, managed, and operated, and Morianity-Labeled JRSS (James
Redfield Synchronicity syndrome). You know, BE REAL here Bob
Schleigh from the great MAFCO place in Camden, New Jersey,
USA-ESMWG, come on yo. DELMO
My
dance DEMO tunes, the state of Delaware who originally my vocalist
was supposed to come over to the Maxfield Sound Studio in the spring
of 1980 from before being SUDDENLY
MYSTERIOUSLY CAUGHT WITH ILLEGAL DRUGS
and totally BUSTED!!!!!
I'm quite sure a lot more things will jump out at me as I go on
examining this newest and vely vely powerful non-McDowell-JRSS deal!
Week
*******************************************l****
Week
ending Tuesday afternoon: 10-22-19
Week
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Week
ending Tuesday afternoon: 12-03-19
THIS
IS STILL OUT IN THE PHOTON PROJECTION OF THE INFINITE NOW; ME' KIND
WONDERFUL LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YO!!!!!!!!
TO
MY WONDERFUL BLOGAUDIANS:
I
want people out here to know how much I do appreciate your interest
in my truths. No one ever said that I have to be right, but it is
kind of funny. I have actually had people go almost nuts in a futile
attempt to prove what I claim to be real and happening around me, is
not accurate, or is some kind of mental delusion and illness. I
openly admit to mental illness running in my family. Many diseases
do in fact run in family lines, cancer, heart problems, and others.
But, and all butters and cheeses and parallel world joking aside
here; I will never go too far to where any possible innocent person
or persons would be irreparably hurt by my blogs, especially if they
continue to grow in size and readership. I AM ONLY AFTER THE TRUTH,
and unfortunately, many times, the truth is anything by painless.
Still, even if I do end up going all the way to the 8th
RED STAR in the Secrets
Thermometer Scale
(STS) kind people; I will NAUT go out of my way to totally wipe out
anybody's name or reputation. Believe this however, please: If I
ever really told ALL OF IT, I may still NAUT get the vindication
that I would deserve to have, but IT WOULD ABSOLUTELY CAUSE MANY
PEOPLE ENOUGH AGONY to where I feel that I would truly have to
answer for my deeds, in this life possibly, and in eternity, most
definitely!
Thank
you for being a loyal 'Morian' or at least, an interest Blogaudian,
whoever anyone out here might be. I will try to limit my cursing as
time goes on, and now that I am being taken seriously enough so that
my numbers are not some third grade school kid's blog; I will even
try that much harder to arrange things better, and not be, as the
great Terry Scatterbrain Egg Harbor resident would accuse me of
being, “All over the place and scatter-brained”! But as you all
know by now, or you will as you read still onward, this is a blog
that is NAUT about current events unless they totally tie into my
problems, nor is this a blog that can be started on day one and go
perfectly in some book-organized and professionally done,
chronological order. Still, I'll keep trying to make improvements if
you all try and stay with me. I have said this all along and feel
the need for reiteration here. I never did and never will mean a
single soul one bit of harm, that is unless they are part of this
ongoing conspiracy to totally absolutely wipe out my life, without
cause, without mercy, without justice!
About Me
- mark wayne mohr
- Being one of perhaps ten humans since time began who have memory going back far beyond current physical birth, I am doing my best to deal with an extremely unpleasant situation.
“Y
SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”
(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951---(February 18, 2009)
I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.
Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?
GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.
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This
is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal
doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you
ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE
IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE
I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE
I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE
I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY
SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE
I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET
IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
Yesterday
was a HUUUUUUUUUUGE MAJOR OTAMMIC MILITUFORCE DEATH SIEGE. I TOOK IT
FROM BOTH FRONTS, air as well as ground. Let me explain
this all to you in a little bit better clarity, and then move onto
the really wild somewhat new topic that the BOM has touched on in
recent times, that being, this moving polarized universe and my
interaction within it. YYYYYY do these major attacks COME and then
GO, and then COME and then GO??????? This is how things get every
once in a while, the great double strike of the MILITUFORCE, where I
am naut only struck hard in the air with persecution that usually
also causes me health issues with their mother fucking sky poisons,
but also simultaneously ON THE GROUND as well folks. As I type these
words at 6:09 this MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, SHERIFF SIR, they're
striking me with their super fucking annoying (SPACE-BAR “NON
SPACEFORCE MICROSOFT SPELLCHECKER” COMPUTER HACK). Allow me please
to go on a bit and REEEEEEEEEEEEEALLY open up a
'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE' BLOG, not in volume length, but
rather in quality-content!!!! This just
lays a foundation
AND
NOTHING MORE, NOT FOR TODAY, YO!!!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-195---LOVELY
O.W.
This
blog will be about the United States COPYRIGHT
OFFICE as well as “THAT FAMILY” as I
called them back in the year of 1970, because in 'wild
washcloth dissected nightmares from DOGTOWN itself', “THEY”
called themselves that, and were able to telepathically
transmit this awareness to this fact, directly to my mind, or
said simpler, as with the beach alchemist and the LAW OF 1, I just
somehow was given this knowledge while with these folks, without a
word ever being spoken nor any type of human vibratory language ever
used. This blog will get into some very mother fucking private parts
to my very private hell, shit that I never thought I'd openly impart
to a single fucking cunt soul on this or ANY BLOG, but after the
previous several days and especially the past two of them, December 4
and 5; and to quote the great awesome TV-Character-Persona from the
great 60's soap show of the macabre, “Dark Shadows”, “YOU LEAVE
ME NO CHOICE”, whoever YOU are that is perpetrating this inhuman
monstrous evil and unfathomable wickedness on an innocent fragile
aging human being who wouldn't deserve this even if I was a mass
murdering Hitler lover, and I AM NAUT!!!!!
When
I moved into the 'farm outside of Haddonfield',
that literally destroyed me and who I had been, a decade earlier back
in Haddonfield's COOLEY HALL, and JUST AS FORETOLD BY ME THEN, NINE
AND A HALF YEARS BEFORE EVER MOVING THERE INTO
APARTMENT #1802; a series of inconceivable circumstances were
set into play. Only by looking back in that marvelous hindsight way,
that mere mortals can do, while never seemingly being able to prophet
ahead of time, by way of using that luxury of seeing the bigger
picture while stuck inside one of the frames (seeing the forest from
the trees if you will, yo); can I fully realize
just what HALLS FUCKING FAWCES have truly accomplished and
DONE TO ME, IN SOME SATANIC PLAN THAT RIVALS THE STAR WARS MOVIES TEN
TIMES MOTHER FUCKING OVER ANY DAY OF THE WEEK AND TWICE ON SUNDAY! Oh
how I used to play that first tape of
the Morianity Bible so goddamn ass
relentlessly during horrendous fucking times of MILITUFORCE
DEATH SIEGE, in my car while traveling to and from security
guard job locations. The billionaire WOMO know
everything I ever do and have me under continual surveillance,
and the prosecutor Wirtz told me and I quote him from a phone
conversation I had with him while renting my home in Gibbsboro, late
in the year 1991, “Mark, they have buddies in the military who will
do things for them when needed, it's all really no big trick what
they covertly do to you”. Still, how I would
make fun of Marcucci and his Abbey Road deal, over and over
while driving, and being under super monster-ass death assaults; and
playing that tape that always made me sing those lyrics and those
silly vocal sounds, and then intentionally mispronouncing certain
words or altering them completely, such as 'kike
bowel' instead of 'right now', or 'blow her meat' rather than 'over
me'. Believe it or naut, if I could naut have done this to
keep me going on those long horrendous mother fucking car rides under
inconceivably horrendous death assaults all over me; I WOULD NAUT
HAVE EVER SURVIVED TO DO THIS INTERNET VERSION OF MY EPITOME
OF HARASSMENT KNOWN AS MORIANITY
BIBLE FOR THE 3rd
MILLENNIUM! But let us get on with the present blog and
tieing in the monstrous washcloth clan from Dogtown, the U.S. ©
Office, and all the rest of this hellishness that the Mountainpen is
suffering through day and night forever and ever, into a really
powerhouse fucking foundation so that future blog texts can then
continue marching down this wild road and get into some beyond major
fucking shit that will go down in history eventually as the greatest
story ever told amplified by present day connections into it, or said
another way and perhaps a lot better way, Morianity for the third
millennium, and the real story of the Huntington's, their ancestors
Joseph, Mary, and Jesus, and this entire thing without any editing or
Catholic fucking Canons, or any cannons for that matter, loud ass
ones or just “monster-ass” ones, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!
First,
in the summer of 1970, as we all know folks, I stayed from the 24th
of June through the 12th of July, on Cornwall Avenue in
Ventnor, New Jersey, the town just to the south of Atlantic City, New
Jersey, USAESMWG, in a home owned by a property rich as he called
himself, real estate investor by the name of Mister Tom Reale, who
sexually molested and abused me and only wanted me as a victim and
NAUT as a plumber's assistant, or to quote the latengrate Sir David
Roth of the middle nineteen-eighties, “The only plumbing that he
was interested in, was MINE” and yes, Sir
Microsoft, Washburn's
was or whatever, it all connects up in way more than just
printed letters, but also in geographical
fucking locations.
Again with the three cheers for that wonderful globally misunderstood
and super fucking highly underrated JRSS (James Redfield's
Synchronicity Syndrome” for crying out loud! And looking back now
at all of this, I wish that I had leaped right over your
never-trumped 'great structure' there on Providence Avenue in South
Atlantic City that day, after you said to me, “What would it prove
if I did this”? JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUIZE for crissake, great Detective
Joe L&O Fontana, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, I do
suppose that would have had added some spice to one of his great new
TV shows on the mysterious things that happen on this wovwee
Earth-Pwanet, huh folks? So anywho, let us move on with the subject
and topic of this blog, shall we yo?????????????
THIS
ETERNAL DOGTOWNITE,
AND
THIS HUMAN-HYBRID, WITH THE
Blood
type--A
neg. & Eye
color--green-hazel
IS
SAYING THIS TO YOU:
With
no help from Disney, nor any goddamn thrills, or joys, of fifth grade
classmates named Deborah T.
Speaking
of the great and non-OZ powerful awesome and quite illustrious, when
naut in bed with, or making deals, with gargantuan musical artists,
such as the BEEGEE
Music Group in 1980;
United States Copyright Office, of the
real and true swamplands of Washburn's WASHINGTON
non Mike Soft District of Columbia, 13-600; and or any connected
secret museums out there somewhere, huh Roy ol' pal; as soon as I had
moved into this 'FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD'
as I telepathically heard those exact words
and then spoke them very prophetically several times, to the
illustrious educator/mathematician named Sir David Leigh Smith of the
COOLEY-HALL; it all went into motion in some cosmic chess game the
size of a fucking galaxy. In no time at all, KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL
was all a part in this mix of hellish fragmented jumbled up puzzle
pieces spat directly out of the mouth of the devil itself. Within a
couple of weeks or so, I was GIVEN THIS WILD DREAM where Paula King
or some unknown Atlantic City GODDESS who I have come to call the
(Pink Goddess Scylla Jehovah of Sahasra Dal Kanwal); totaling blowing
the minds of the Eck masters as well as the late Sir Marcucci on or
under all roads or train tunnels of the great Mother England and its
great 'other' QUEEN may I add; I meanreally, we have to keep James
Bond happy or he and the American Milituforce will really let me
fucking have it; but still, along came that wild vivid dreaming
interaction and that UNFATHOMABLE 'LOVE
IS FOR CARPENTERS' SONG (LOIS
FOCA) as I've shortened it into on these BOM (Blogs Of
Mountainpen). And here comes the expected MOUSE-JUMPING HACK (H1),
right on schedule, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And here comes the mother fucking also
quite reliable and dependable other famous hack, the (`~HACK) (H2),
SHERIFF SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PPPNLRM,
CHPT. 31
2:27
PM, MONDAY, 20 JULY, 2020
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
MOON
LANDING DAY'S 51st ANNIVERSARY
The
weather report as shown on “TWC”:
NO
REPORT TODAY, YO.
TIME
OF 'TWC' WEATHER REPORT:---7/20/20
@ *****
TEMPERATURE---**
PREDICTED
HIGH TODAY---**
HEAT
INDEX---**
SKY
CONDITIONS---**
HUMIDITY---**
WIND---**
BAROMETRIC
PRESSURE---***
AIR
QUALITY---***
SUNRISE/SUNSET---***
VISIBILITY---***
DEWPOINT---**
LOCAL
WEATHER PREDICTIONS---**********
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 to 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!
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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”!
2006-2014
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very same FAWCES of Mister HALL that are involved with this still
completely misunderstood connectiveness of TIMING with all things
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
here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MOUNTAINPEN'S
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---**********
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.
THE
END AND FUCK THE DOGTOWN BRIDGE!
MISERABLE
COW JANE WHORE FONDA GOT ME TWICE NOW, THIS TIME WITH PAGE ONE
HUNDRED ELEVEN OF ONE HUNDRED ELEVEN AND I AM BRACED AT FULLY TENSED
HOUDINI MOTHER FUCKING GUT MUSCLES AND I DO NOT PLAN TO FALL ASLEEP
FOR THE KILL, EITHER, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!
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FUCK
THE STINKING DOGTOWN BRIDGE!!!!!
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