PPPNLRM,
CHPT. 35
2:00
AM, THURSDAY, 23 JULY, 2020
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
DAY
OF TELLING'S, AND FOR ALL DJ'S ALL OVER FLORIDA.
The
weather report as shown on “TWC”:
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OF 'TWC' WEATHER REPORT:---7/23/20
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The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
THURSDAY,
JULY 23, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
CRESCENT 3:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1
WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 WNG7
L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.
ASTRAL
YANCY, EARTH YANCY MARKIE, AND LITTLE MERRY
This
is now three straight fucking days of NASTY
BOTBAR BULL-SHIT! My prediction, even though today was
another >160 point gain on the markets, is a DJIA climb of a
significant amount at least for this coming trading day, THURSDAY
JULY 23rd of 2020. I normally only make this prediction
after a major day of noise or utility assaults, but I did have a day
of both of these things, just not really huge ass fucking
major!!!!!!!!! Wait and see peeps, I'LL BE RIGHT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! As
you all know or should by now, if you are at least a one to three
year Blogaudian, and many are way more than that; but no, I do not
usually tell all things that happen to me immediately, but rather
strategically wait for the proper times, where the significance to my
telling them to you all, is at its premium and zenith for so
doing!!!!!!!! What I'll tell you on this day's blog about a little
ten minute talk on Tuesday, at the Walgreen's Pharmacy, with my
semi-pal there; will totally blow your minds and especially in lieu
of how all the recent shit in my life is all beginning to absolutely
connect so perfectly up, in that good old item of “TIMING”, as
has recently been blog-discussed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First
up, I need to tell my Blogaudian viewership what happened when I
tried posting up my previous fuckign cunt blog, chapter number '34'
of 'PPPNLRM'!!!!!!!!!! Those who blog at 'BLOGGER', already know that
I will be complaining about the new fucking screen that comes up when
we click to come up here to the page to post from the
internetExplorer38.4, or just the
'INTERNET', SIR MICROSUCKS
CORPORATION,
SIRS!!!!! In my opinion, my screen page is the only one that comes up
with absolutely NO PLACE TO CLICK FOR POSTING A NEW BLOG, and done
intentionally in total and absolute mother fucking violation of my
civil and constitutional rights for free speech in this great nation
of the USA, or ONCE GREAT!!! In a couple of months, I'll need to have
some guru or blogger to come over and show me what to do, as right
now, I can still scroll down and click a button that allows me to
revert back to the prior page that BLOGGER used; but the notice says
that this will only last a couple months and that is that. I
know that my civil fucking liberties are being violated here,
and the Staples Store gurus won't be willing to come out to my
residence during this fucking Coronavirus Pandemic, so that leaves me
to put an ad in the fucking newspaper, and offer a hefty sum of
money, or just allow the blogs to stop until the pandemic is over, if
that ever mother fucking happens of course; and the TIMING here is
beyond my willingness to accept this as ANOTHER
PERFECTLY TIMED AGAINST MOUNTAINPEN COINCIDENCE, to
stop my blogs at a major fucking cunt critical time, AND THAT BEING
THE UPCOMING 2020 PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION! You are all totally BRAIN
DEAD if you cannot see what is going on here with me and this 'EVIL
EMPIRE'; OH MIGHTY GREAT SIR 'GLITTERING DICE'! All dots everywhere
don't connect huh? Yeah sure, tell me another big whopper doozie
loo-loo people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well it is now time
for me to draw in me' mother fucking 'FACL', so that Jane
Shitsapookna Sleazeweedsdisease can't fuck me up, and begin a 4th
mother fucking turd swallowing nasty ass BOTBAR DAY for poor whittle
me!!!
Now
for the talk at the parking lot with my semi-pal. Pretty soon, I may
changing this to my pal. He is beginning to believe things that he is
learning of me. I had hoped that the dude at my local bank would end
up reading my shit and taking my side, but that never happened, so
life does go on, to quote a great Schuylkill Expressway conversation,
oh no wait a minute here great folks, that was another conversation.
This was years after that one, when Cuzz Don said to me at Aunt
Geraldine Snow Mason's funeral, “Life goes
on”, and so it does,
CUZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, my semi-pal has let me in on some wild
stuff that a friend of his has recently told him from up in the great
tri-state area of my original mother fucking stomping ground. It
seems that my suspicions were right on the money about my daughter an
dmy website, but that an incredible story beyond just her wonderful
nice comment to me is involved in all of this. This, as he said to
me, is what absolutely blew her mind in early 2007 when I had sir
Eddie Himacane Lynch create the morianity-foundation website, and
told about Ricktown Manor where I exist in Purgatory, and am there
with the great Lightning Goddess Diana. I also in my website, offered
to peeps, my 'Fascitar' information, or PATTY'S really; only then I
did not know or remember Patty or Merry from my past, not in the
meaningful way of connecting all of this into my life story and blogs
about it. Before going on, this
is now twice that this NEW FUCKING POP UP
SCREEN has come on when I hit an ordinary letter-type key,
and annoys me oh great FBI, ACLU, FCC; and any other policing agency
that should consider this illegal invasion into my privacy, from
these monstrous vicious black hat mother fucking dick eating hackers
from HELL, to be totally illegal, and criminal. So back now to the
defunct two year up on the internet website that was net-addressed
http://www.morianity-foundation.com/
and cost 45 bucks annually, and I was
too broke to put it up for a third year, nor did I realize at the
time, how urgently that it needed to remain up there for this world
to have!!!!!!!!! So my semi-pal reminded me of how I had offered to
any human being reading my words on this site, a way for them to come
and visit with me using the GREAT FASCITAR that Patty had indirectly
revealed to me one magical day from her office, on the Astral-Plane
in Ricktown, at my estate there, called RICKTOWN MANOR, on Linelane
#9910, just under what would be Earth measured in human American
distance of 60,000 miles from the capitol of Ricktown itself,
“AKOSLEM CITY”. Remember people, in Planck-Time or the Purgatory,
things are infinitely more vast and huge than here in mortal and
waking human life, and also, there are six opposing directions, and
not just north and south and east and west, no differently than if we
could all live humanly in the vastness of outer space. Even though
Planck-Time is infinitesimally small, and lasts an unfathomable
miniscule fraction of a pica-second in our humanly measured regular
time, we there are also compressed into the same situation where we
not only would seemingly be in proper ratio to it, but actually, our
us to it ratio if you will, is infinitely smaller, because between
total zero dimensional nothingness and Planck, is virtually
infinitely more disproportionate than here in human life with our
size and the size of the entire universe system. When mathematically
figured out in zero dimensional technology which the scientific
community has yet to accomplish; there is no such thing as what we
humanly think of here in space-time-mind, as atomic critical mass.
The size of orbiting structualization
as this is come to be labeled in many futures of the hyperspace
multiverse system, has no beginning nor ending, nor maximums. Thing
just endlessly are both smaller as well as larger, forever and ever
and ever, and this blows peeps minds unless they are FULLY
ENLIGHTENED where they no longer insist mentally as seeing time so
goddamn linear. In other words, planets revolve around stars and
stars revolve around magnetic galactic systems, and the two largest
subatomic particles revolve around their neutron base systems, and
all of them are in the very same reality, and separated only by BRAIN
consciousness of humans; insisting that there is such a truth as
separation. But back to the Morianity-Foundation website for right
now, oh me' great wonderful folks.
According
to Semi-Pal of Walgreen's, my daughter was having some small medical
procedure done back in the nineties, and while sort of 'happy' from
the localized anesthesia, she blurted out some things that perfectly
matched an experience where she had been in Ricktown Manor and
visiting with HER ASTRAL COUSIN SARAH-STACEY
KRASSLE, sort of
explaining many many things. Still, this is all hearsay information
and I cannot personally attest to any of this as absolute truth, of
course. But according to Sir Semi-Pal, this is what blew her mind
when some friend of hers had stumbled onto my blogs in 2006, and she
then read a few of them, and also read the information posted up on
the soon to follow Morianity-Foundation site that told exactly how to
visit me at ricktown Manor, and she had already done this back in the
middle nineties somewhere. This of course totally explains my
RPL-DREAM DEAL and my picking up all of that Prize Patrol Truck and
the tunes and the letters and the dreams, back then in 1997, as well
as the mix up when I was sent back to 1968 to my high school in 1996
and was telling classmates there that I came from the year of 1997,
not 1996 where my body was laying asleep in my bed at the Highview
Apartments!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One thing that I absolutely do
know, is that no other person would have left a wild comment like
that one, and I will always remember and treasure that until I can
get back to the Purg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another wild thing that was
quickly glossed over in the parking lot back on Tuesday, was that
commercial on the television from some automobile dealer here on the
Treasure Coast, that totally ripped off my apology song, and lasted
for two or three years without me ever being paid one red cent. If
I was a famous rock star, known and accepted in the industry called
the RIAA; I would have had attorney's pounding down my mother fucking
door, and I don't say that. This was a direct quote from Sir
Semi-Pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now,
as anyone with half of a damn brain can see with one blind eye and a
patch on the other one, how the ASTRAL or HALLS FAWCES, do a total
fucking ass number on me, using my exact shit that I say and do, and
then adjust the harassing punishments to fit their ideas of the
crimes that I am committing on them with my big mouth. The problem is
that if they would ever leave me alone and stop tormenting and
torturing fucking pitiful pathetic little slob me, I wouldn't be
saying and or doing all of these years, for the past 15 mother
fucking damn diseased years for crying out Fontana ass
loud!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Speaking of my quantum roulette
playing and all the things that the Milituforce totally hates me
doing, here is the most recent SO-NON-ART, CO-NON-ART results from
earlier last evening after three straight days of hellish shit!!!!!!!
I
asked 5 Q&A's of GENIE-WHEEL #A33. Here is what happened as a
result.
The
far left of each grouping shows the amount of asked questions for
betting, the middle area shows WINS (W) and LOSSES (L), and the far
right of each grouping shows the dollar amount of P&L (profit and
loss), based on a $100.00 black gaming chip level of play at the
casino tables!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
7---LLLWWWW---(+100)
5---LWWWW------(+300)
5---WWWLW------(+300)
3---WLW-----------(+100)
7---LLWLLWW------(-100)
VIG
TOTAL OF ALL GAMES:
5
GREEN NUMBERS---(-250)
P&L
TOTAL IN ALL GAMES:
(+800)
(-350) = $+450.00
Now
I have naut been playing the white-matter space wheel #C06 for
several days, during this major nasty ass fucking 3 DAY BOTBAR
ASSAULT. I don't like playing white-matter space graph wheels during
bad times and I especially like playing the black-matter space graph
wheels during these rotten ass bad times of
hellishness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I never said there is not some
judgment calls to be made in operation the SO-NON-ART, CO-NON-ART
quantum PHR system. All I ever claimed was that you do need to
continue eperiemnting with them so that the wheels will move into
newly graphed areas, but that does not mean to ever make actual money
bets on wheelsthat you arenot sure of. Yessir, the WHS WHEEL has been
trending back toward the NZ (Neutral Zone) during this bltbar period,
and I have indeed asked some questions, BUT I DO NOT PLAY, and I am
glad that I did not. In total, and forget the 'vig amounts', as that
is not important in the graphing of the wheels Q&A accuracy or
ART (Accuracy Rating Testing), and I label this experimentation as
WIAP or
RWOP. Those terms stand
for WHEEL IN
ACTIVE PLAY
(WIAP) verses RUN
WITHOUT
PLAY
(RWOP). So when I need to just make the charts continue, so
that they will go into newer territory, and either become more or
less likely for near term usage based on direction towards or away
from the NZ; this would be when the experimentation is in the mode of
RWOP. And then when I am actively making the bets and using the wheel
so that I can bet real money in a real roulette game, then this would
be when the experimentation is in the mode of WIAP, because the wheel
is continuing to graph Q&A results further out and away from the
NZ (Neutral Zone) of the hyperspace equation middle zone area of
30-70%.
THE
END FOR NOW, BUT WAY MORE IS >>>.
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
WEDNESDAY,
JULY 22, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WAXING
CRESCENT 2:7
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.
ASTRAL
YANCY, EARTH YANCY MARKIE, AND LITTLE MERRY
All
my pig nabes are slamming and banging around a lot since early this
afternoon, and it is getting ever noisier at half past fucking three
now, yo world!!!!!!!!!!!!! Public Housing totally mother fucking
sucks a fat throbbing goddamn cock at light speed cubed, yo!!!!!!!
Also,
the electronic assault is not totally over yet, not until a goddamn
day goes by without any strange and outlandish fucking bullshit,
while trying to enjoy me' television viewing. This is basicly all I
fucking have in the world, and the enemies know it, so naturally,
this is the front that they continually assault and persecute me
with, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!
This one was again practically after I was up and awake and beginning
to watch the “BOUNCE NETWORK” with my “L&O” fave TV-SHOW,
and during a commercial when I hit the 'pause' on the 'remote's
limited-DVR function', and then came back to the TV; the commercial
that was on when I ran it forward a little bit, was without sound;
yet when I reran it again with the DVR-feature on the remote, the
sound was working perfectly again. But so far, with the key words of
'SO FAR', this has been my only electronic harassment for
today!!!!!!!!!!!! It is now time to stop the mighty and rotten Mizz
Thistlethorns Witchbitch Notfondauonebit Crapinherpants
Sleazeweedsdisease Jane, from hurting me with her parallel-event ONES
ATTACK, upon little pathetic innocent fucking Mountainpen.
I must thereby now draw in my FACL!!!!!!!!!
HAHAHA JANE, I have now done so, yo BREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
I
made an error on my previous blog that will now be amended. I said
that my ratio of predictions for the SUMMER-TIME-2020
year on the DJIA Stock Market was 8:9, and I meant to type in
7:8. No, I didn't make the claim on the blog for a big up day
yesterday to happen, but any time that I am struck hard with a
utility or nabe-noise assault, it is at least a 90% chance for the
following day to be WAY UP on that damn fucking stock market, and
everyone following these blogs around this entire globe knows that
all of this is absolutely true and real. So yes, that was a PBHE or
'Prior Blog Hack or Error' as I
used to label this back when this BOM-BLOG began in early 2006. These
pricks slamming these doors is a major fucking pain in me' goddamn
pussy huffing balls, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
blog will deal with the continuous persecution and elder abuse,
brought to me endlessly by the MILITUFORCE,
and their army and political machine known
ASTRALLY as the great MILLIONTH COUNCIL (MC), and yes,
those endlessly, song or no song, “inescapable” two consecutive
alphabet letters!!!!!!!!!! They wouldn't know what to do with
themselves if they couldn't use NOISE and UTILITY/ELECTRONIC assaults
relentlessly against poor poor pathetic pitiful innocent Mountainpen,
or ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So in this blog, we will try going a wee bit
fucking cunt farther in dissecting and analyzing this awesome and
monstrous MILLIONTH COUNCIL, or
the one third of them from the BRIGGBASE,
who are OUT TO GET ME, AND TOTALLY DESTROY ME; lock, stock, crock,
barrel, and bottle bond!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First,
let us examine some very logical things that for starters, have been
done to me regarding utility/electronic harassment's. As you know, a
few weeks back; I told about the 'HUM-WIRE' deal where for absolutely
no mother fucking Earthly or discernable reason, my cable wires that
everybody uses to connect their entertainment devices up, were
causing me both a loud humming, as well as a signal loss in audio;
and that this all started back in 2019 last year, and led to that
monster horrible mother fucking day at the waking-world WALMART STORE
of Fort Pierce, Florida over near I-95, on Okeechobee Road. Then came
the nightmare from one day ago last night, also in a transdimensional
WALMART with the very same thing going on there, with my trying to
get some cables, and not being able to; just as all of this was
happening to me back in late 2019 when this problem began, and just
OUT OF NOWHERE and all of those proverbial blue skies. But after I
blogged about this HUM-WIRE HARASSMENT several times, IT STOPPED JUST
AS SUDDENLY AS IT MOTHER FUCKING ALL BEGAN, and as of right now, I no
longer need to be lifting up the cables and putting them back down
again onto that piece of cut out clothing all folded up!!!!!!!!! And
now, 'THEY' have switched their utility and electronics persecution
to VIDEO from AUDIO, a very easily predictable move on the part of
this totally diseased MILLIONTH-COUNCIL,
if I do need to self proclaim that!!!
Moving
on a little bit more with this Millionth Council Astral Groupation of
Purgatites, who are part of a one million group of entities that
resemble our Earth world political system of governors and senators
and congressmen and women, and a president, mayors, city council
persons, and on and on; so also in Phase-2 or 'astrallity', there is
every bit as real of a political machine or system there, we need to
understand that just as many things in both non-Hannah Montana worlds
may be similar indeed, some are absolutely 'NAUT'; oh lovely Mizz
AT&T 1983 Blake. We'll be dealing with and concentrating
on, those things that lovely Mizz Blake might be making a reference
to here, those things which are very different, and similar only in
that both here and there, there is a political system, and yessir
world, our great HOLY BIBLES make several unmistakable mentioning to
this reality. What I now will say will need to be thought and
pondered on for a few minutes so please do so before you go on
farther, with more of this blog, after reading this following short
information that makes my point with all of this as best as I can
possibly do with my very limited flesh and brain humanness. Anyone
who enjoys doing puzzles, be it two or three dimensional puzzles, can
relate very easily to this one part, but I ask you to seriously
entertain the entire parable here that I will try and make for all of
you.
When
all of the pieces of a puzzle are all put completely together, they
will pictorially represent and show the reflected reality on the
puzzle-box of just what the thing is that we are trying to put
together out of bazillions of chopped up and scrambled pieces. All
jumbled up and scrambled onto the work table, these pieces are
worthless and meaningless in so far as depicting what this is all
about. They can be thought of in an electronic equivalent, as diodes
and capacitors and resistors and wires transistors, and numerous
little electronic doodads that go onto motherboard circuitry systems
of all of our electronic devices that we all use every single damn
day. And then using this same analysis here, when the puzzle is all
fully put together and finished, this would represent the MILLIONTH
COUNCIL as it truly is on the ASTRAL PLANE, having nothing to do with
any of its broken up pieces whatsoever, but actually being an
entirely separate reality when in its whole completeness in truth.
This is the ultimate contradiction of how can something when broken
up into pieces, be something entirely different when it is all put
together? That same human-wisdom or 'foolishness as seen by the
Almighty', is what also creates those numerous BIBLICAL
CONTRADICTIONS as well, that we all know fully well about if we've
lived on this Earth-Planet for any significant amount of time
(STM)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A
local minister when I was growing up in New Jersey, said something on
one particular day, where my mom and I had walked into his church for
Sunday services, that I won't ever forget, and that right now is
beyond absolutely apropos in all of this: “All
things and all people are NOT GOD, but they are, as are all things
and people; GOD'S mirrored reflection”! That, as
lovely Vera might say in Mel's Diner on TV, “IS
DEEP”,
and it is so damn ass true as well!!!!!!!! And this same truth can be
used for things on the opposite side of the good/bad polarity of the
human realm's electromagnetic spectrum, you know, THE EVIL OR
NEGATIVE LEFT SIDE, the fawces of
darkness as referenced in our HOLY BIBLES. We indeed can take this
same way of observing all truths, and the interconnected worlds of
physical and astral or in Einsteins more scientific language, mass
and energy; and not be one bit apprehensive about using this same
exact thing. Why? Because it works, and no differently than the
so-called magical Bible readers who ask GOD a Q&A CO-NON-ART,
SO-NON-ART via prayer and then randomly opening their BIBLES UP and
closing their eyes and pencil in hand, start marking an area on a
page for the great SSJK to speak back to them. Don't laugh. I have
proven to this world even if you all won't ever believe a word of it,
that indeed, randomly doing things like this will indeed prove that
ALL DOTS ALWAYS DO AND WILL ENDLESSLY CONNECT INTO ALL THINGS, just
as when I do this with my own computer open office document files,
and include 'CAP jobs' from older posts, onto current blogs. By the
way, when I was writing that fucking shit about the
'MILLIONTH-COUNCIL'
(MC) back about seventeen minutes ago give or take, 'THEY'
HACKED MY SYSTEM,
AND MADE SOME SCREEN POP UP FOR NO GOOD
REASON, AND THEN MOVED ME' POINTER TO A DIFFERENT POSITION
ON ME' BLOG, right in the middle of me' typing a word; and this
was at 4:15, just for the
fucking diseased record!!!!!!!!!!!
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There
was a great documentary television show about the BERMUDA TRIANGLE
that was aired years ago, and it told how in Fort Lauderdale,
Florida, USA, ESMWG; a squadron of Air Force jets got lost in a
strange magnetic fog one day, and perished from their human lives,
and Mountainpen fully believes that they all moved into the Purgatory
directly through this gateway of magnetic energy. On this
documentary, it is stated as fact, that a local area radio station
deejay was airing a show about this recent event after it had
occurred, and suddenly the radio station was taken over and
completely commandeered by this group calling themselves the
“MILLIONTH COUNCIL”. All of these facts are indisputable, and can
be totally fact checked by anyone at their sole choosing to expend a
little bit of their time in order to do so. I personally have dealt
with this same groupation of Purgatites in my own human life as
Mountainpen (Mark Wayne Mohr) upon countless occasions now, and I
know it because only this ASTRAL FORCE is capable of doing these
things, simply because, as my puzzle parable example fully
illustrates, they are the sum total of all of our electronic parts on
all of our mother boards inside of all of our electronic apparatuses.
Now we come to another powerhouse dot-connection that is simply
impossible to ignore, not even if you are the queen of all of the
great raspberry dreams all over the goddamn place, yo peeps
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I speak here of my Uncle John and my Aunt Rachael,
now deceased; who lived all of their adult lives in where else, but
Fort Lauderdale, FLUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!! Their home in a now run down
hood-type low income community was quite nice for many decades back
when I was a youth and early adult who stayed with them in the end of
1983 on my trip down to Florida to first stay with my old coworker
from the RPL Sound Recording Studio in Camden, NJUSAESMWG; Mister
Howard Solomon, the Chief Recording Engineer, then retired and living
in Orlando, after opening up a small road-stand eats place bizz. I
won't soon forget that wild nightmare from five or six years or so
back, where he and I were on his powerful speed boat and roaring down
some inter-coaster waterway and how I ended up in some extremely
scary building where shadowy frightening peeps were stalking me and
upsetting me horrendously!!!!!!!!!!! But the bigger story was after
both my Uncle and Aunt died within a couple days of each other at the
local hospital to their home in Fort Lauderdale, and how the giant
police officer came over to my Highview Apartment to let my mom and I
know of the deaths of her brother and his wife, my uncle and aunt! I
feel absolutely sure now that this was the guy who President Trump
later hired in his inner circle cabinet before he turned on him as he
turns on everybody, that great FBI man, Mister James Comey. They are
the same age, the same height, they look alike, and they both were
from the same locale and both were in law enforcement in 1994 when
this all went down!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But quite naturally, there is
a mother fucking ton of additional shit to be added to this entire
mess, and it will be as more blogging work follows along, yo yo yo yo
yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!! I said it before and I'll say it again. In 1987,
Sir Dave Roth and I had several lengthy discussions regarding the
great Evental Time Warp Paradox
shituation, where if these fawces would allow me to live a normal
mother fucking life and get off of me' back, I would gladly stop all
of my talking, and ranting about all the things that have been done
to me illegally, and criminally; as well as keep endlessly telling
HUUUUUUUUUUGE gargantuan secrets that I know and continue to know
more and more about BECAUSE OF THIS ENDLESS HELLISHNESS SURROUNDING
ME DAY AND NIGHT, FOREVER AND EVER; so this entire thing is as absurd
and totally unproductive, as a hen trying to give birth to a
cow!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sir Dennis Snyder would now add in here, “And
that's just reality, son”!!!!!
Jul
14,
2020 11:00 PM – Jul
21,
2020 10:00 PM
|
WHAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
SIR MIKE MCNULTY FROM AUTUMN OF 1971 AT THE GREAT EXTON, PENNSYLVANIA
SCHOOL, CALLED, “CHURCH
FARM SCHOOL”!!!!!!!!!
SO
HOW MANY ENDLESS DOTS WILL CONTINUE TO CONNECT; OH YOU LITTLE
ILLEGALS AT CIFALOGLIO IN 2008????? Hey world, illegals have just as
good hearing as anyone else. So what is really happening on the
Astral Plane that caused these incredible mother fucking GASME-GAMES
to all begin happening around me, beginning AT the great COOLEY HALL,
and just continuing right along from there???????????????
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
I
mean really, we have to keep James Bond happy, or he
and the American Milituforce will really let me fucking have it;
but still, Sir Lenny, 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). This
blog will be one of those blogs, AKA a real mother fucking super
DOOZIE-WHOPPER-LOO-LOO, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO!
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 ASTRAL PLANE AND HUMANLY CONTROLLED
ENEMIES, WHO HAVE DAMAGED MY TELEVISION SET VIDEO JACK SYSTEM, AND
DONE ALL OF THIS 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.
THIS
WAS A NASTY ASS MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY, (BOTTOM
OF THE BARREL, ALREADY RATED)!!!!!!!!!!!!! It all began with
vicious damn nightmares in a mother fucking Walmart
Store, and similar to my day at the waking world Walmart in
2019, before all my goddamn hellishness happened, leading me to
purchase numerous wires and connectors for my home entertainment
system, so that I can watch my mother fucking cunt lapping
television. And then all day today, it has been major hellish
persecution city with major harassing mirror imaged utility strikes
on me, but I have finally put together an incredible element in all
of this; proving the existence of REALITY-3
in my endless dick licking search to know if parallel event has this
extremely bizarre item behind it, or NAUT; oh
lovely Mizz
1983 phone-company BLAKE!!!!!!!
BOY OH FUCKING ASS BOY!!!!!!!
Okay
peeps, I am now 7:8 for the SUMMER
SEASON 2020 BLOG PREDICTION FOR PARALLEL
EVENT HUGE UP DAYS ON THE DOW JONES
MARKETS, CAUSED BY MAJOR HARASSMENT DONE
TO ME, AND ALWAYS WITH PROPERTY DAMAGE AND RELATED ELECTRONIC
ASSAULTS, AS WELL AS MAJOR NOISE OR MAJOR NABE PROBLEMS, EITHER, OR,
AS WELL AS BOTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessir mother fucking world, the
DJIA was up nearly a buck sixty today after this early day assault
that just KEPT RIGHT ON MOTHER FUCKING GOING, MAKING THIS ONE LOSS
AND SEVEN WINS ON MY ICPE-APE-TECH PREDICTIONS FOR THE DJIA STOCK
MARKET SYSTEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I'll go right mother
fucking on doing this every single time that they
pick on me HUGE ASS TIME, either at night or early in the
morning; and then after the 4P Wall
Street closing bell sounds in Manhattan, USA; POOF and BOOM; we will
update from the previous mother fucking dick licking ratio of correct
predictions that now today are standing eight for nine or 8:9,
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(UPDATING ME'
CO-NON-ART, SO-NON-ART):
I did not touch the
white-matter space wheel, and we will get into this later on.
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT and a
great BIG ASS BUTT BUT PEEPS; I did play my mother fucking
GENIE WHEEL,
AKA PHR-WHEEL #A33, and I asked four sets of Q&A's of the wheel,
and here are the results:
Gaming
Level---$100. (WIN---W)
(LOSE---L)
1)
Amount of non-vig bets----7----WWWLLWW
2)
Amount of non-vig bets----9----LWLLWWWWW
3)
Amount of non-vig bets----5----WLWWL
4)
Amount of non-vig bets----5----LLWWW
Total
VIG hits:
1
green house vig number (-$50.00)
1)---+$300.00
2)---+$300.00
3)---+$100.00
4)---+$100.00
P&L-----(+$800.00)
P&L-----(-$050.00)
NET
PROFIT ON THIS SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY, WITH QUANTUM PAPER
HYPOTHETICAL ROULETTE:
+$750.00
Now
here is what is happening with all this fucking electronic
'shitsapookna' and SHIT, Mike Sucks, and also, how
I have come to finally see the truth that REALITY-3 is what is real,
and really behind all of this PARALLEL EVENT TECH, that
Lightning Goddess
Diana taught to me in
early 1986, from my bathtub at the Highview
Apartments of Williamstown in
NJUSAESMWG:!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So a great big fucking cunt chewing
super ass “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”,
Sir Shoeknockeroutter Chester (CF) Frank!!!!!!!
Some
of this was put together from years and decades of going through this
goddamn shitsapookna SHIT, and merged also with a great short talk
that I had today at the local Walgreen's Pharmacy, with me' semi-pal
as I call him. In my nightmare this morning before arising for the
goddamn ass day, I was in some damn ass Walmart, and that horrendous
fucking “HOSTILITYGRAM” was
again right there with me. I needed someone to help me with some
ELECTRONIC CABLES
for me to use with my TV, and this is ALL
BEFORE TODAY ACTUALLY HAPPENED; and I was not able to
get anyone to help me, and I waited around for three hours or more,
and all of the employees were in on it and fucking screwing with me,
and thus keeping me from being able to do what I needed to do. Anyone
who doesn't believe in precognition and or psychic powers is a moron
fucking total fool. However, I don't call this by those dumb ass
names, but in your language of more simplistic attempts at explaining
all this fucking rotten mess, I WOULD BE
A TOP RATED FUCKING CUNT PSYCHIC who should be hanging out a damn
shingle and charging three hundred mother fucking bucks an
hour!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What
has happened to me is that Astral Plane
'FAWCES' have managed to mysteriously somehow break my mother
fucking video jack in the back of my newly purchased Good-Will flat
screen TV-Set. Everything had somehow become loosened INSIDE, and I
had to take the entire system apart and tighten it all up with many
make-due tools that I have managed to get a hold of since moving down
here to miserable DISEASED ASS FLORIDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I
didn't know this was the problem when I got up and began watching
some TV on the BOUNCE CABLE NETWORK, the greatest law show of all
time even surpassing Perry Mason, good old “L&O”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Suddenly, the screen went dark and the audio was still totally fine.
This was the very same thing that happened on my last mother fucking
television set, ALL OVER AGAIN. I was fit to be tied when I changed
the station and shortly after the first time, POW, it happened on
another station. These fucking damn prick HALLS FAWCES, or (SATAN) as
the Born Again'ers would call it, are doing the very same thing; and
it doesn't matter how many cunt eating TV sets I buy and use. This of
course drove the ICPE-APE-TECK DOW JONES MARKETS up about 160 points,
just as this kind of shit done to me ALWAYS MOTHER FUCKING DOES
WITHOUT EXCEPTION or >90+% of the goddamn
time. Yessir, my batting average is now around 877, and I will
gladly allow anyone who can prove to me, that they have or know of,
any stock broker anywhere in all of WALL STREET, with this high of a
damn ass BATTING TRADING AVERAGE, to sit me in their bathtub, and
take a nasty shit, and then use it to shampoo my mother fucking cunt
eating hair, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo BRAH!
Now
Prosecutor Wirtz Senior, up at the Camden County Prosecutor's Office,
in Camden City, in NJUSAESMWG; does not believe in any of this junky
mess coming from a higher plane of existence, but I
know only too well, that even though many times the military
(MILITUFAWCES), and other powerful big bizz interests, do actually do
things against me; they are getting their marching orders, and full
lead, from this higher plane of true reality!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If this was all from HERE ON THE EARTH-PLANET, then mother fucking
rationally explain to me how I was in a wild dream where I was buying
cables and other shit that was all pertaining to my fixing what these
evil enemies are always doing to me!!! There is no way to rationalize
this and ignore my plight and all of its built in powerhouse truths
from DOGTOWN-HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And
then we come to it, the real Keisha-punch of
1999, that fractured my arm late that summer; only with this
equivalent, it isn't me' fucking arm that is fractured, but me'
entire life!!!!!!!!!! How does the game of Roulette work, with the
parallel event of 7% over the otherwise mathematical 50-50 odds of
using the three outside betting systems of low and high, odd and
even, red and black; where after two of them come out from a number
outcome result, the remaining parameter of the outside tri-betting
system on the next spin, has a 7% advantage in long run play over the
otherwise 50-50? Unless REALITY-3 is the true cause of all of those
two items in a parallel-event, then REALITY-3 is simply a non starter
in reality, and thus parallel event is truly real in and of itself,
for fucking crying out Fontana loudly!!!!!!!!! Now I have established
far beyond the remotest possibility of any damn doubt whatsoever,
that there indeed is a 7% advantage over the otherwise 50-50 chances
for a non-vig outcome, on every single play for any of the three
outside bet parameters; so if R3 is what is behind it, then what is
fucking going on here for crissake??????????? I am too tired today
after this super fucking horrific BOTBAR DAY to get into what was
spoken to me by the great Walgreen's Semi-Pal, and how it fits into
all of this, including my damn ass daughter; but believe me when I do
tell you that it will blow your minds from here to Mister fucking
Marcucci's Cooley Hall classroom in 1969, when I shortly do tell it
to you all in great and full detail!!!!!!!!!!! Just because ignorant
minds such as Almighty 'Listener Therese' are totally unable to make
some leaps, doesn't mean that my entire Blogaudian groupation is, or
at least, I sure hope NAUT, lovely Mizz Blake
from 1983 of my great mysterious ATCO DAYS!!!!
Jul
12,
2020 1:00 AM – Jul
19,
2020 12:00 AM
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Oh
the endless GASME/GAMES of the lovely PINK GODDESS 'for crying out
loud', oh great Sir 'Fontana'!
'Listener
Therese' can blow it out her ear!
AND
THE ANSWER IS BLOWING IN THE WINDows65.7, or maybe even in some
magical home that is owned by a great town judge, Honorable
Frank Rasso of Berryville, Hammonton;
huh Mizz
Paula
King,
and is this 'okay' for me to say now on me' whittle bwog, oh
wonderful Latengrate pop of lovely
Pau000204016 PAULA??????????????????
WHAT
WILL I DO WITH YOU, SIR MIKE SOFT?????
SOME
ASTRAL
PLANE FORCE
JUST FUCKING CRASHED THIS COMPUTER, AND IT HAD TO BE RESET BY THE
AUTOMATED SYSTEM, AT 10:25. THERE WILL BE SOME SORRY MOTHER FUCKING
ASSHOLES REAL DAMN SOON, AND THAT
IPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That
night, watching those Star Trek shows, while living at 112
Harvard Avenue, Somerdale, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way
Galaxy, in 1996, in the autumn on the 30th
Anniversary of their TELEVISION SHOW PRODUCTION LAUNCH;
memories flooded in that I could not handle, leading to the wild
dreams the following year of the Publishing Clearinghouse's PCN-231
PRIZE-PATROL truck
with that co-ed named K. J. McAllister, who won that January of 1997;
and then the wild song that led to the 2011 production, and 2013
Copyright of ''Wanna' Spend My Time'',
the fence at Eden's great garden, and a lot more. This is when I was
looking nearby the television set, little as it may have been Mizz
Britney Lavino, and Mister Stanley Crooked Bernstein; and as that
great voted-number-1 episode of STAR TREK was airing, suddenly a
voice kept saying while I was staring off of the TV set and onto my
venetian blinds, “Sarah Kessle, Sarah
Kessle”. All of these things are on my earlier parts of this
now freaking ass ten year blog project that we all know as
'MORIANITY', YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later on, we can get to how the
venetian blinds, the episode on the show
called, ''THE TROUBLE WITH TRIBBLES'',
and a bit more, all brought me parsecs ahead of where I would have
been ''spiritually'', if these events were not all LAWTRONICALLY
PROGRAMMED to happen, and so, they did, Mister Pharaoh of all
babbling's, on and on and on; AKA Babylon,
for shorter and abridged sayings, and codings, of all wild strange
rhyming rhythms, in all parallel universes everywhere in the
multiversal hyperspace, AKA the fifth dimension, Mizz Marilyn McCoo,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
I said, and now reiterate because it's of major dam importance: Using
the Fascitar, and having the knowledge of where to go, once you
apparently seem to wake up into PLANK, or (the purgatory), astral or
spiritual existence, of thought equals instantaneous reality
duplication; is step one. Step two is when you are on the
Astral-Plane, your very first thought needs to be, I wish to be with
the Almighty Goddess in the capitol city (heaven) (GOD) or however
any one of you reading these words is more comfortable saying it; and
when correctly mastered, which takes the average man or woman or
teenager, about one to two weeks of three days a week practice; you
will get your mind blown so far that it will not ever be what it was
before you went.
Here
is the magical FASCITAR. What people don't get is just how powerful
this shit really and truly is. If I tried to charge $1,000.00 to send
these instructions to you, printed on super fancy U. S. mint type of
paper and printed on some wild brew of ink, you would all say it was
valuable. That is how fuckiGN stupid people of Planet Earth are. I am
giving away the fuckign mint, and most everyone alive is saying,
“screw you Mountainpen”! Well, I am still giving it away. Even
the great Mizz Know-It-All from 1974 only knew part of this. The
final part is never printed or wasn't, not in 1969 when new copies
were retrieved from a lost Mayan culture from the stars, or some
other crap the AAT Club might dream up. I already know there is only
one world that counts, and anything else is a bunch of illusion and
shit.
Lay
down on a flat comfortable surface, and be sure it is dark and quiet.
If you need to wear a blindfold and put ear-buds in with some white
noise repeating looped sound track, do it. It is best to be
unclothed, but 'whatever' to quote my old 1975 pal, Bob Andrews!
Those living alone or in any situation where they can do this in a
private room, dark and quiet, will receive the best and quickest
successful results. But don't lose hope when it won't happen on your
first try. I don't know one dam Tibetan Guru who got it oon their
first try. You only need to actually DO two steps. The first part of
the four things you need to do, as well as the fourth; merely need to
be mastered by repetition. For those who know of and practiced stuff,
such as what you'll find in Robert Monroe's great book on the subject
of 'astral-projection', throw away all the shit you think you know
about this topic, and merely begin all over again as though this is
all totally new to you. His stuff may or may not work for various
people, but I assure you that you will not be able to accomplish the
results that the Fascitar will bring to you, once you master its
unfathomable secret, and develop this quite outlandish skill.
STEP
ONE OF FOUR:
You
need to feel divinely blissful.
In order to do this, while laying motionless in your dark quiet
solitude; you
must learn to daydream.
Even people such as me, with rotten lives, can daydream. All of us no
matter what, have something somewhere, that pretending this is
surrounding you; would make you feel almost giddy and high, naturally
of
course. Don't confuse this with step-2, as things may appear similar,
but they are not really. Each step needs to be done. You must follow
this to an exact tee, no cheating, and no exceptions to the rule. So
find something in
your life that totally tops your number ten list
for
things you look back on and go, 'Oh shit was that mind bending cool
and wonderful, squared'! Fixate on that thing that is a ten with a
double bullet in your cap, and pretend it is all around you. When I
did this, I used my times at the Atlantic City beaches in 1969, when
Ziggy and I enjoyed swims, and talks together; and had a really cool
time. This is not done over and over as the next step item I talk
about needs to be done. This instead is done but once, but you keep
doing it until you almost feel a tingling sensation, from the happy
feelings pulsating throughout you. If you do this right, and wasn't
born in prison or hell, and find the right thing in your life to
remember; you will get that divine blissful feeling of ecstasy, and
without using stupid sixty hippie drugs to get there. Once you reach
the end of step-1, we move onto step two.
STEP
TWO OF FOUR:
This
is where you operate a two-part instruction system that may seem
ridiculous and stupid. Following it precisely however; is key to your
success in becoming a skilled user of Fascitar. Choose a person or
place that you wish to visit. Yes, I told you this would seem to be a
lot like step-1. It isn't. It needs to be followed very carefully.
You need to do it ten times, so don't make the daydream real long
with a million twists and turns like in some James Bond thriller.
Keep it reasonably simple. Visualize your spirit essence sort of
oozing out of your body as if an elephant were to step on a very
large tube of toothpaste. After this, and have your road map clear in
your mind, begin your journey. Remember this must be run like a tape
in your mind, and the precise number of ten repetitions is pivotal
for making this work. When I used to do this after my mom brought
home this wild information from her office, I would choose a person
to visit and tell them to call me on the telephone. I did this with
two people, and they both called me. This is real folks, not some
parlor trick game. Don't mess with this unless you truly want to
prove to yourself that life and death is a big hoax, and that your
true self is not contained in your current physical housing or shell,
(body). So whatever it might be, keep it about 30-90 seconds long,
but concentrate hard, and don't mock this thing, because if you do it
correctly and take it seriously, you'll be in for the shock of your
life that you don't need any fucking illegal drugs like LSD or any of
it, to take mind bending trips outside of ordinary reality, and see
the results even, should you wish to, as did I. Again I stress that
you need to do this ten times, not 8, not 9, not 11, not 12, BUT
TEN TMES! Once
you reach the end of step-2, we move onto step three.
STEP
THREE OF FOUR:
This
also is a rote item, where you must do the following thing, exactly
6 TIMES.
This
is where you command your astral body, silently in your mind, to
leave you in several hours, and go and do what you just imagined,
whatever that may have been. You are totally free to change that up
each time you practice this procedure, but you must stay with this
exact 'trip' in each individual practice session. You are free to
command your astral-body to leave you and go on that
imagined-journey, in 3 hours, or 2, or 4, or whatever you personally
feel comfortable with, but the idea is that you need an hour to fall
asleep and be asleep physically, minimum, and then, depending on if
you are a light sleeper who never sleeps without waking up much past
3 hours, you need to adjust the timing to your own personal needs and
physical habits, based on your sleep habits, bladder weakness, and
other situations. Once
you reach the end of step-3, we move onto step four.
STEP
FOUR OF FOUR:
This
is that magic part that I will give you from a lot of personal
experience. It won't be found in any mystery-texts from Mayan ruins
to the mountains of Tibet, or anywhere on this planet. I promise you
that. Most if not all people who succeed in this occult exercise,
will wake up into a waking-freeze state. Your muscles freeze up when
you dream, because if they didn't, you would have a high probability
of injuring yourself in your body while having nightmares, at various
points of your life. Some people can have limited mobility as they go
in-between dream and waking states, and many a spouse has the black
eye to prove that, unless wife dear or hubby boy is using the excuse
to belt his or her significant other and get away with it. Still, all
joking aside; I'll move on. This exercise will eventually cause you
to wake up asleep. This is when your original trip that you may or
may not remember with your conscious mind, has ended; but you now are
in 100% absolute control over a new trip and dream, and you can enter
hyperspace from that point, or move off the physical hyperspace, and
onto the ASTRAL-PLANE (the Purgatory). You can do this at will, and
you will have no trouble whatsoever doing this, IF that is, you are
aware of what is happening to you at this magical point, and can
properly take control and keep calm, because numerous things will
happen to most people who do this, and end up awake in a dream in
their bed. While awake in this dream, you will see your room clearly,
and it will appear to move in two parts, almost like windshield
wipers in a car. You also will hear a buzzing wine type of sound,
that is almost nauseating. You may feel your heart go faster, and
then just stop abruptly, but this is a pure illusion. You don't need
to have a beating heart, to be dreaming. A doctor will disagree, but
they cannot grasp the higher stuff that is being talked about in
these instructions. My point however to all of this is that you need
to get past the fear. You will experience a blast of fear like
nothing you can imagine, because mortal life is all we remember when
we are inside of it, and we think we are dying or dead in this wild
new condition, along with sounds and visions that become very scary
to even the biggest cons in the prison yards. They fear dying just
like all of you do. But
you MUST GET BEYOND THAT FEAR
to
make the Fascitar work for you. This is the really powerful part and
step, because getting to the mountaintop so to speak is great, but
not if after we get there, someone steals our shoes and our coat and
we must turn back and go home. When you reach the point where you can
wake up frozen, and then instead of commanding your higher self
(astral-body) to go somewhere, which in truth nothing ever really
goes anywhere, as we are not even here to begin with; but don't try
tackling that crap right now folks; but when you reach that point,
this is when you need to just will yourself and see yourself on the
ASTRAL-PLANE. I don't even will myself there first and then to any
particular interaction there in the purg. I will myself from my bed,
straight into the great capitol city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, or
(HEAVEN) by your religious systems. Now I am not saying that doing
this won't totally alter your life. Even big Oprah Winfrey knows that
it does, and had a lady on her show, back when she had her show on
network-television, in the middle nineteen-nineties. She'll remember
this lady if you ask her about this, and then show her these words of
Fascitar. I know 95% of my audience are big shots who know her well.
Go ahead, put me to the test, and see if I fail your credibility
meter!
So
who is Sarah
Krassle?
She
is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine;
ladies and gentlemen.
Lenny
McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he said it live on that
CB-RADIO as handle ops man 601, but had it recorded from 1980, the
only year that I ever interacted with him, and this I'll quote,
“There ain't no doubt about it”. He supposedly was talking to his
co-radio friend, Miss Chillie. Yes, you got it people; the great and
powerful non-OZ Copyright Office has all of this evidence tucked away
in my music project files, UP THERE in good old wonderful WASHINGTON
in the great and powerful DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA. Oh Poolroy, go
home
already.
What
the fuck are you laughing at, YO?
My
life ain't one bit fucking funny, dude, and that's just realty
son!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hay,
I didn't fuckiGN say you have to go all crybaby over it either,
YO!!!!
The
Bum
Classification,
CHAPTER
000
Still,
being chocked to death began in 1983, and was made far worse in 2015.
But they didn't kill me, and they couldn't kill me. Highland
Avenue-1984 Mark Wayne Mohr, just keeps doing the COPPERTOP BATTERY
Dance of Forever; Peter Paul Pedersen Pan
Geico!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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?
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
SIR MIKE MCNULTY OF 1971.
Now
I don't know if lovely Mizz Pink-34 is inside of me' mind or what,
but things appear to have been corrected!
Oh
the endless GASME/GAMES of the lovely PINK GODDESS 'for crying out
loud', oh great Sir 'Fontana'!
Oh
WHEEEEELE, Sir Paul Tomastik from 1975, let us go find that other
great house painter and part time shipyard worker and country
vocalist, later turned FEDERAL CONGRESSMAN, Sir Andrews, and give him
a royal cheer and congrats, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 that 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!!!
2006-2019,
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
(BOM) BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
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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”!
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!
“Y
SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”
(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951---(February 18, 2009)
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.
Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?
GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.
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This
is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal
doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you
ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE
IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE
I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE
I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE
I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY
SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE
I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET
IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
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