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*****1:20 PM, Saturday, December 10, 2022*****
People, my world is beyond mother F****** upside down at C-sq. The
blogs may have to stop until I shortly move to South America at the end of
2023. We won’t go any further here, me’ wonderful lovely Blogaudians and all
enemy OTAMMITES as well, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOWSER-WOWSER
and all of that endless lovely Mizz Demi Moore 1988 GUFF!
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MERELY CLICK ON THE LINKS, YO!
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- Morianity Bible For Millennium Three:
- Morianity Foundation
- The Epitome of Harassment - Internet
Version
- To Whom It May Concern From The Head
Morian
- RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL
FOOTBALL
This
little item below is my or was my middle 2019 blog international view info from
the BLOGGER-dashboard, cut & pasted in. SOOOOOOOO Mister Arthur Crane, to
quote both you and Sir Chester- So to
quote you and Sir Chester-Frank now, “WEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!!
THIS IS FROM MIDDLE 2019 SOMEWHERE B4 ALL OF
DOGTOWN BROKE LOOSE FOR ME AROUND MY DAY OF JURY DUTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First off folks, A LOT OF POWERFUL THINGS NEED
TO BE TOLD AND NEVER CAN, NOT UNTIL AND UNLESS I HAVE MY OWN WEBSITE AND CAN
LIVE FAR AWAY FROM THIS EVIL HOSTILE LIFE DESTROYING United States of America.
You do not like my words many of you, and I don’t care. What I do care about is
one simple thing. It is so pitiful that you are unable to realize that you
would be saying and feeling just as I do should this all be happening to you
instead of mother ******* pathetic innocent goddamn me!!!!!!!!!!!! Let us move
this along shall me peeps?
To begin with later on when and if things ever
get even a tad wee bit better and less intense for me, I will amend lots of MIND-HACK-ERROR
corrections. For now, I need to tell you why the ‘DARK
SHADOWS’ TV-show, with its nearly F****** endless mirror images
to me as well as MY CURSED HUNTINGTON FAMILY, also reflects with no possible way
of missing it, that is for any open minded person looking; that I am obviously
the character we all knew and loved from that show, Sir Barnabas Collins. The
most obvious thing standing out like a dozen infected sore teeth on steroids is
the chocking that came suddenly upon me one night while residing in Atco,
NJUSAESMWG. It took place at half past ten in the evening on the fourth of June
in the year of 1983. So who was my Angelique, with lovely Mizz Lara Parker
playing the role? Who do you think? It was JULIA WHITE of course. What are you,
DENSE???? But let us worry about the Barnabas-Mark-Angelique-Julia connections
a bit later on, and on a soon to follow blog, shall we peeps? The Collins family
just as our family, is under a horrible nightmare demonic curse that is coming straight
from beyond the Purgatorial gates of DOGTOWN itself,
AKA on Earth by mortals, as HELL. When reading the proper
biblically translated versions of Holy Scriptures, the parts right at the end
of it on the final page spoken by Saint John the Divine, tell us what is on the
other side of the TEK BAY and the CAPITOL CITY, describing both Dogtown and
then Halloweentown even further away. You can’t miss it, but you need to be
enlightened to truths of course in order to fully realize it. Watching the great
“DS” TV-SHOW also backs up the reflection to all these things that I am claiming
here. Time with me, just as poor pitiful Sir Barnabas has always been nothing
but my enemy, letting me down big time whenever I need it to work for me the
most, oh great 1979 Sir rock star, Mister Randy Vanwarmer. Also we have the
failed romantic lives of both me and then also my great mirror reflector; do we
naut, lovely Mizz AT&T Blake? But right now rather than taking these pernts of Sir Archie
Bunker from Queens, New York, let me slightly alter the topic, as Mister
Rockford and his great files are fully aware that we can always “GET BACK” to
the stuff that I merely for now am opening up.
Hackers were on me like sharks on sea blood when
I was last here at this place a couple days back, as you all know. I went of
course into full war mode after this damn ass assault on both me, as well as my
civil and constitutional rights. What I will be doing next week is purchasing a
five dollar flash drive that goes into my system here and then I can save my
blog sentence by sentence on that gismo and no matter what hackers do to me on
the computer or internet systems, nothing will be lost since it is saved to the
drive, HA-HA-HA, and “TEE-HEE-HEE” Easter Sunday 2001 Mizz Lilly Munster ‘falling-in-love-all-over-agains”!!!!!!!
Still, my OTAMM-HACKERS did naut begin their siege of hacks against me in this
computerized-digital age and in this century from DOGTOWN. It was used on me
even back in the goddamn analogue world of the eighties and the in-between age
of those magical ass nineties too, YO BRAH!!!!!!! David Roth and I would go to
banks and try to take a few bucks out of our checking accounts so that we could
somewhere and do something on many occasions. When the OTAMMITE’S wanted to
hack us, they did. Dave’s exact quote is quite unforgettable with me, Sir
Nathaniel Cole and lovely daut Natalie. He would tell me on those times when
they screwed us out of being able to follow through with our plans since we
could not get our money and the banks were closed on a late afternoon weekend
time or at a week day night sometime, and he’d say to me, “Well, we’re being
hacked at the MAC again. ATM machines were more commonly called MAC machines
back in those 1986-1999 times. But this topic, as well as things on DARK
SHADOWS and the endless mirror images with both myself and my fam is what I
sometimes refer to as food for near-future blogging-meals. Let me move on now
to sky-writing and endless seeming teases of me by lovely MIZZ DOCTOR DAGS here
in this universe where you all know her better as the great disco singer,
lovely Mizz DONNA SUMMER.
The sky-writing jet vapor trails began for me in
1987 with my OTAMM-SPACEFORCE woe-whiz-me’s. The US Copyright Office knows the
story and has my project from 2013 called YBCO where the tune “CHEMTRAILS” is
on. You can see it on many of my prior blogs where I had no clue that so many
peeps were flagging me for so long until just today as I scrolled down to look
all the way back a year before COVID-19 even began to rear its ugly ass head!
In that tune, the lyrics opened with, “Began in ’87 when I made a call,
reporting something strange that I knew I saw”. I used the musical notes in my
SARAH song just for laughs and RIAA’s message sending tools and techniques too,
I deny it naut, Mizz 1983 Blake. When did these Spaceforce Otammite’s begin
this jet vapor trail crap with me? Well, was it naut in middle December of
1969, and yes, 18 years before the start of the real persecution of me with
these things in ’87? Why is the number of (14) and (18) so endlessly powerful
in all of this? Well, are these not the letters of the English alphabet in
order from A-Z, number 18 and number 14, the letters of {R} and {N}????? You
know people, as in Registered Nurse, as in LAB TECHNICIAN???????? Folks, let me
tell you a quick fact here about biblical scriptures and their seemingly
lacking elaborations on so many things. I do not judge the BIBLE, merely show
you all what seems to be happening and quite damn undeniably. It begins in the Eden-dream
that I had, and in this place told so famously, things all start as far as
human life on this planet, and under a direct creation of Almighty (God) singularity.
But it never explains by any means much about the questions that are definitely
surfacing in the minds of anyone over ten years old. I mean, what, did Eve
screw her sons? And after I was kicked off the property following my jealous
murdering rage, who were these Nodians or whatever, where were they from, and
just what is truly happening? Now rather than go on here with literally dozens
of other even larger things where nowhere near enough information is given in
order to properly explain a whole damn lot of stuff; let me just go to many
things spoken just 2,000 years ago by LORD (SAR) JESUS, such as the SAF stuff.
Where is the methodology for using the seek and find commands, beyond prayer
and scripture reading, which then wasn’t even the Bible’s New Testament as it
was yet to be written. Nowhere does it explain to any one of us just how to use
the James Redfield late 20th century ideas of using the magical
thinking coincidences that the mighty psych-community insists is delusional
insanity. If the BIBLE spelled it out to do this as I do, they would not dare
to make the claim that peeps like us who do use this great tool, are insane and
schizophrenic, now would they. If the Almighty sees the future, then why didn’t
SSJKK realize this and definitely make sure that (His SON JESUS) did in fact
tell those details to his disciples? One thing I do know here and that is
someone saw the future in 1969, 18 years ahead as a matter of fact, with me
anyway; an dyes, the same peeps making that sky-writing donna summer chemtrail
in the skies over western Camden County in Jersey back in December of 1969,
already saw ahead to when this same SPACEFORCE was about to attack me on a
continuous aerial assault using these same exact tools of planes, choppers,
chemtrail jet vapor trails, and military aircraft and even beyond saucers.
The great and illustrious CIFALOGLIO, and Sir
Long Islander Delmo back in New Jersey before the days of the WASTE MANAGEMENT
BUY OUT. Take that middle letter out of the name of Mister Cifaloglio and we
get DEMO, just as ‘Mister Computer-Spellchecker’ shows here, with its little
red wavy lines, YO. LETTER-L, and without any scary gangs being involved, is
indeed the other magical number of the alphabetical order letter-number
transposition system. Yes, good old letter #12. More magical things are part of
that security job that I had there on the weekends from middle-March of 2005
through early-middle December of 2010, and all of you know it, family knows it,
friends, enemies, associates, and even the entire goddessdamn mother *******
ASTRAL PLANE knows it, and I assure all of you Blogaudians on that truth, YO!!!!!!!!!!
Now without any magical prophecy hats, or pink goddess daughters, or giant
hyperspace choker DEEZY SLIM dudes from my near future while still employed
there back in Jersey, or for that matter, trans-dimensional lake-houses, doors
coming off hinges, or even wild numerous dreams experienced by me over the past
half century or so now; my simple point to all of this is that only by using
the James-Redfield-intentional-coincidence or abbreviated
and shortened into the JRIC technique of applying the SAF scriptures, can I see
these great truths that otherwise would be endlessly and eternally lost and
obscured. But then stuff is happening recently and since the year prior to this
current one, 2021, that go beyond anything that so far, even using this
technique has not permitted me too many answers. It is totally blowing my
Russel Marcucci Mind so to speak, and yes, speaking of 1969 stuff, YO
BREEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! Last year, a new mysterious age-progression program or
something even far more outlandish and beyond weird on any level that even I am
so far familiar with peeps, has been added to the internet and cloud system that
is moving like a computer virus throughout everything and so far is totally undetected
and covert. When I had my Florida Driver’s License redone and the photo too,
after moving into my present address; the photo looks like my grandfather would
look. When accidentally, the new Galaxy-Cellphone that I’ve had for only a
month or so now, was on camera mode, I saw my image on the phone and it looks
90 years old. When I look in mirrors, I do not see this beyond weird thing.
When I talk to people and show them stuff like this, they get so my blown Miter
Russel Marcucci of 1969 that they refuse to discuss it with me on a rational
level. Then the goddamn mother ******* DSM psych peeps call me a delusional and
mentally ill person, like mother ******* WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW! I see
all of this, over the past one or two years now, and along with all of the
crazy new world, and its inconceivable and irrational events that are going on
all around me; as a brand new HUUUUUUUGE set up, and just exactly, AND I MEAN
EXACTLY, MISTER SIDNEY CROWN OF THE END OIF AUGUST OF 1969, as what transpired
back in the end of the spring of 1980 when I moved from my Mantua, New
Jersey-USA home on 112 East 5th Avenue, into 1802 Robin Hill
Apartments in Voorhees, NJUSAESMWG at 4th and Preston Streets, YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!! It truly is 1980-SET-UP stuff, all over again, don’t
ask me for details. I have no details, naut quite yet Mizz Blake, but it’s goddamn
coming and IPYT me’ Blogaudians! When I know more, you’ll know more, but I do
know that I ain’t fudgin’ imagining any of this, Mister crane, sir, from TCE
back in 1992, or my Infinispin past life memories and generators either.
Speaking of that, the following final paragraph needs to be done right now,
BRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!
I am
convinced beyond anything, that my blogs that get reported by assholes out here,
who are entitled to their ‘Mashell Daniels 1980 opinions’, are due to not one
powerful thing but rather the quantity of what they deem as too sensitive for
the blogger community. There is no other way to grasp the meanings of their ‘rules
and regs’ guidelines, and then try to compare it to the things that I speak of
on my blogs, since I have said these same things since January of the year of
2006, and only somewhat recently have I experienced this attempt to censor me
and shut down my telling of this wild information to the peeps of this
Earth-Planet. But my really HUUUUUUUUUUUGEST WOE-WHIZ-ME’S that
caused me to place my ‘ADULT-FEATURES’ warning on the entire blog even though I
rarely if ever discuss sex or things too young for anyone I have ever met who
is ten years old and up, is the amount or quantity total of many
power-house things told by the Mountainpen (ME), all in one sitting; and this has to
be what is causing the flags, or could it be another powerful reality? I speak
of how the minute I began discussing
just how the jet-trail crap ALL REALLY AND TRULY GOT STARTED WITH ME IN NEW
JERSEY ON APPROXIMATELY THE EIGHTEENTH DAY IN DEMCEMBER OF 1969, this is when a new and greater attempt at SHUTTING ME
UP, (censoring me) on the blogging internet system entirely in other words, and yes,
it seemingly started with my BLOG TWEET 2022-O, but that was only WHERE IT
BEGAN, lovely ‘Mizz Sabrina Collins Séance Lady’, of all
quintessential parallel realities and Jekyll & Hyde experiments. I have
a message for people who do these things. When I see peeps complain about
things on TV all my life and believe me folks, I have been with some really big
bad baby whiners. Why don’t you shut up and just change the channel?” Well
today I merely say the same thing with the additional new word added, lovely
Cathy Cody of all great disappearing episodes and AH-SEES that got lost because
I liked it so much back in time, lovely girl. The ‘DS’ Fan-club knows what’s
being said here, by naughty whittle Mountainpen, so WOW. Yes world, if you don’t
like something, how damn difficult is it you butt-wipe or wipes out here to
just CHANGE THE BLANNEL (BLOGGING-CHANNEL)????? You merely take your whittle
freaking mouse to the top of the page and click the square that says either
LAST BLOG or NEXT BLOG, either way you’ll be immediately taken away from this
blog that you object to so goddamn much. Why not have the balls to be non-cowardly
and phone me and rationally tell me why you are reporting me and then if I can
get my story out by wording a few things better for your fragile and virgin
ears, then maybe we can come to a freaking meeting of the minds, YO!!!!!!!!! In
any event, my one and only number is 772-708-3607, and my e-mail is mmmmohr@gmail.com. If you don’t respond and
still bother screwing with me, then you are a coward. I am willing to discuss
this with you, but, BIG ASS BUTT YO, I need to get my story out, YO
BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! So a big fat sloppy rotten “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” to the
whole damn ass world, BRO, and ole’ pal Detective Ed Green of ‘L&O’.
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, Mister 1979 Michael McNulty, sir. Boy were those the days,
should UB out there somewhere, YO!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION, LADS AND LASSIES!!!
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