BTAT—CHAPTER
0004—THURSDAY, DECEMBER 15, 2022 @ 4MINUTES SHY OF THREE POST
MERIDIAN
Well people, I have my saving flash drive now and
every sentence will be saved with a simple click at the top left of me’ whittle
cum-puke-her screen monitor, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! So to quote Sir Chester-Frank
here, with his famous bar statement back somewhere in 1999, up in Jersey, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!
What a difference it
makes when minutes and hours and days change,
and things that were under the total influence of left spinning sub-energies, oh great mighty CERN LABS, no
longer are winning the battle, and then pow, the right spinning fawces of Mister Hall begin to start WINNING, and in or out of all joints in 1984, and in
or out of all world famous resort cities of this wuvwee whittle frikkin’
pwanet, YO BRAH. I am going to need more time than this to recompose myself,
and then, things never will be as I had originally planned them 2B-B4 the great
1969-magical prophecy jet-trail reenactment or fulfilled prophecy dog stenches
to be a wee bit more accurate here, all went down around me beginning for the
most part with my posting of BLOG-TWEET 2022-O, and you all know this out here,
both friends and foes. To quote Sir Elliot Stabler, fictional NYC Detective of the
great ‘WOOOOOLF’ L&O television show, “they know you do”, only let’s replace “they”
with “I”, shall we, YO?????????? Golly gash darn gee whiz and all 1988 great
copyrighted musical projects without any help from any of life’s rip off
musical studios that is not truly their fault since it is merely all a magical
part of my being mysteriously transported and transferred one day in the middle
of August of 1986, into what Morianity jokingly refers to from time to time, as
Dogtown-on-Earth. I’m quite sure that you all are catching so many of my
endless mind-hack errors as well as both typo-errors and word program BHH
errors (black-hat hackers), as I too read over my recent works so as to know
where I am about to proceed onward from there, an dyes, I catch many screw up.
I won’t frikkin’ deny it for one second, and it actually continues to prove my
endless claims since early in the year of 2006, BRAH!!!!!!!! One minute and one
day things run quite easily and normally or close to normally, at least for me;
and then as Chef Merrill, or whatever his
name is, says so damn famously and well peeps, “BAMMM”,
and things suddenly and on a damn dime just switch on a
subatomic level from right to left gains. When one side gains or wins
over the other side, the amount of the gain is the amount of good or bad stuff
that I get bombarded, slammed, and pummeled with. It is a perfect
scientifically measurable ratio down to the goddamn N’th
degree (14). Let’s now proceed onward with some stuff today, ever
realizing of course that it would literally be physically impossible for me to
ever truly really tell my life, and its beyond quintessentially surreal and unfathomably
outlandish full details and experiences. It is not within the experience or
word arrangement capabilities for anyone, even Professor Einstein to ever be
able to do. I can only continue to plug away and endlessly try to move this
along, and I know that it is destined for Morianity to someday in a future
time, be released to this world. I doubt that the world is ready for it now in
2022, but future times are indeed out there. Let us take this to the place
where today it is predestined by magical HALLS FAWCES for it to
go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Chime in now Sir Chester-Frank,
“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”. Tanks & BOOM!
We need to discuss for
openers here, the BIBLE, and the parts therein that are discussing and
describing both dreams and prophecy, as well as TOSE, AKA interpretations of
dreams, a gift given to all of human-kind, by the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE (Almighty Singularity or GOD if
you will. On the ASTRAL-PLANE of truthful existence, the English vibratory
sounds and verbiage that we as human mortal beings hear and translate as
language, STAY and NEE are the same exact thing or truth in higher reality, hence
Jehovah Neecey, and SAR is an old Earth retranslated lingo from LORD, and just
as Prince converts gender-wise into princess ‘ESS’, AH converts the
‘genderization’ of the word ‘LORD’ into ‘LORDESS’, hence SAR-AH or SARAH. So
Sarah Stacey Jehovah Krassle now becomes Lourdes or (LORDESS)
Jehovah Neecey Krassle. The Krassle family created an entire city in
the very center of the Astral Plane, AKA the Timeless Purgatory. The reason
that I know that nobody else has ever been allowed a human memory of all of the
things of Morianity, is a very simple truth regarding ‘dimensionalism’. A Holy
family created a HOLY city, and the capitol city of the entire Astral-Plane is
indeed this place, called, City of Sarah Krassle. But can we ever truly meet and or know GOD (singularity)?
We may not ever be able to be in a direct contact as how can singularity and
anything else together still remain SINGULARITY? It cannot.
But Jesus tells us in scriptures that “If you’ve seen me, then you’ve seen the
father (singularity), and the message here that I’d like to say is totally
unmissable, is being totally damn ass missed so far by human beings. Singularity
is quite able to CREATE, and this includes an entire city, a family, and even
ITSELF, at least in a fully perfectly identifiably and completely, or
translated ‘wholly’ way, and that is where the true reality and concept of the BIBLICAL ‘HOLY’ or Holiness does in all truth
come from, and when I say this to peeps, they want to throw rocks at me. Imagine if I
were to tell them that I have made beautiful love to this incredible being in
HER GREAT HOLY CITY of Timeless Purgatory. crissake folks, would
you now wish to throw nuclear mountains at me???????? I speak to a culture that
indeed, Sir Professor FIU Mario Eraso is a lot more
than100 years BEHIND ME, and that’s quite evident and totally axiomatic
on steroids, YO YO YO YO YO YO ME’ BRAHHHH!!!!! But shall we now that this has
all been opened up a teeny weeny wee bit, get back to the actual topic of
prophetic scripture and the connected topic of Biblical Old Testament dreams
that were experienced by several of the great prophets, such as Joseph and
Daniel, long B4 the birth of our great LORD JESUS, a direct half-ancestor of
mine on the paternal side, being my 61st grandpa’s uncle!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now peeps, TOSE stands for, in my
MORIANITY, ‘TOwel Seepage
Effect’. TOSE is both in the CHRISTIAN BIBLE
as well as in the MORIANITY BIBLE. It is one and the same thing as properly
interpreting prophetic dreams. All of the realms and worlds of the physical
plane of existence operate in a mysterious and most definitely interconnected
way with each other. When we get too far out into the distant-hyperspace as
Morianity refers to this distant areas in the fifth dimensional hyperspace, we
get the crazy junk that seems to defy reason or logic that I now call in a
joking way, the wild realm of the ‘Toby-Couch’
distant hyperspace. This is when suddenly our car turns into a building
or a farm house, or our sister’s face suddenly becomes a large pizza pie.
Reality itself is breaking down when our spirit-energy begins exploring these
far distant areas of the fifth dimension or HS, lovely Mizz Teasdale. But
without any further assist from that dude who totally cracks me up, that runs ‘apartments
dot com’ on the internet, Sir Brad Bellflower; let me move along here with the
point of topic. In more localized and even medium distant hyperspace or when
our dream body (soul if you will) begins to explore these realms that are naut
too far away oh lovely Mizz 1983 AT&T Blake, we endlessly realize if we
begin to seriously get into the experience of ‘dreams and dreaming’, that there
is absolutely and without any doubt, a most definite interconnectedness that is
existing between our waking land and the lands of the ‘dream-world’, and this is what
Morianity labels as ‘TOSE’, or the ‘Towel Seepage Effect’. Now as we
move on in coming months on future blogging works, we will attempt to ‘vely vely vely Sir Bob McDowell-1972’
seriously attempt to examine all of the interconnectedness to many topics
recently pondered on back on recent blogs. I am speaking of Nick Cannon just
for starters. All these crazy wild dreams that I used to say, “He took me on
trips with him, and road trips”, and this includes the road trip into Boston a
month B4 the Philadelphia Phillies won the 2008 World Series and I saw the
great Broad Street Parade when we drove back from Boston into Philly. First,
just as in the BIBLE with Joseph when his rotten betraying brothers sold him
into Egyptian slavery, and Daniel and his analyzing the kings dream concerning
a soon to come famine in his land, with Nick, we were going to Boston,
MAUSAESMWG to see some peeps that he knew from the New York Nicks. Whether he
really knows any of these BEEBALL players or not isn’t the issue of the TOSE.
What is the issue is the word “NICK”, even though the
ball team spells its name if I am correct, Knicks. The pronunciation is
still the same, and I did not know at this time what Nick Cannon actually
looked like all grown up, and had not seen him since he was a sixteen year old boy back in my 1996 Highview days,
just shy of the time that Sir Gerard Styles,
or at least his magical syndrome, mysteriously closed down my health club
called Haddonwood. I only was able to discern that this was Nick Cannon or his
doppelganger (double in 5th-D HS) two years later here in Florida
when I accidentally flipped through some cable-TV channels shortly after
Comcast Cable Company had installed my service up at my old hood address at 26th
Street and Avenue E. I went up in the 130 channel range into something called TEENICK and he was on a show acting stupid outside
of some club with a bunch a=of nutty looking kids. I switched it off but I saw
enough to put it together just who the prick actually was. So who is still
wondering why my copyright musical sheets on the internet showing my musical
projects, has this character of Mister Michael
Crichton from the DISNEY COMPANY,
on the search area for my junk?????? But back
again to me;’ pernt here, Sir Archibald from Queens, NYUSAESMWG, YO. To quote
Sir Mack Kaiter, me’ ole’ camp counselor from Camp Chesapeake of Northeast,
Maryland, USAESMWG, “This is totally freaking ass weeeeeeeeeedeeeeeekawuss”, YO
YO!!!! The TOSE was showing me who I was with in that wild start of September
of 2008 dreaming-experience when otherwise, I would not have known it. However,
I did not put it together and it wasn’t until seeing him on the show in late
2010 that I did. Still, the SAF stuff was indeed TRYING TO SHOW ME, Sir Daniel
and Sir Joseph. Am I WROOOOOONG, lovely 1980 shampoo girl? Oh CF, pweeeeeze
chime in now with that weelwee cool 1999 bar statement of yours, YO,
“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”. TANKS & BOOM!
HEY YO, wanna ’Gimme’ a damn bwake here, cummahn’ willya, X-scum in law, YO? Without
going on and on with just this, there was the time trip when he was only 16
years old and the trip back to my old HTHS high school of all non-hyperspace’s
or Teasdale lovely’s!!!!!!!!! Was the tablet simply
a TOSE representation, and why did he and his teen-pals want it so
badly that they found a way no matter how hard I tried to stop them, to steal
this thing out of the front seat of my Saturn
Automobile. I was driving a Saturn in both 1996 as well as 1968, and
yes, it was a typo when I kept saying in the prior blogs that it was 1966, it
was not ’66, but ’68. OH-GEE, I’m ‘so-sahwee’ all great Japanese Ambassador’s,
and YO-YO, would ya’ pwetty-pweeeeeze give me’ best to Pink Rodd-Godd. I may
not follow her but I know what goes on. Chime in for me Chester,
willya’???????????? Sir James Rockford says it better than I’ll ever
be able to say it folks. We can always get back to all of this, as for right
now it is time to move this along. Do it Chester-Frank: WEEEEEEEEE!
Sir SWAP and I had quite a talk a short while back and he told me some
really wild new dark-net stuff that we’ll just keep to ourselves for right now,
gweat peeps out here, YO BRAH!!!!!!! But we did manage to get
speaking on an old topic from years gone by, LAWSUITS,
and mine is just about ready to proceed. You know me, I am never hopeful, I am
merely riding the tide here in endless HELLFIRE.
Maybe a miracle will come, I do not believe that any of them will, but who
knows??????????????? I told him years ago at the park that we were recently at
again, about my 1979 dream, and speaking of 1979, allow me please to amend a
recent blogging error when I said McNulty-1979, I meant of course to type in
(1971). I’m sure you all knew it, ‘but still’, Detective Lenny Madison Avenue
Briscoe Sir, without any pinking shears or real estate broker murderers either,
YO!!!! Yes, I told Sir SWAP about the dream I had in
1979, while residing at my Mantua, NJ-USA home at 112 East 5th
Avenue, and this dream was told on these nearly 17 years of blogs on many numerous
occasions. I was being given a check by the U.S. Treasury for EVERYTHING IN THE
ENTIRE KITTY. The whole damn smack, every damn stinking lousy dime of cold hard
cash. I still to this day do ‘naut’ know why this was happening, Mizz 1983
BLAKE of the great phone company, before the great ‘baby-bells’, and the famous
break up in 1983. All I know is that every penny in the country was being paid
to me. It as one of those chain type of Nat King Cole “UNFORGETTABLE” dreams.
We all have had them so let’s not play dumb-ass with each other. I was being
given the entire U.S. MINT in this wild powerful and super realistic dream. So
I had told this to Sir SWAP or (Steve
WAllgreens Parks),
along with my desire to make whoever has destroyed my entire life pay for it in
the epitome of spades. Then I also told him on that very same day the story
that I just shared with all of you me’ Blogaudians on me’ previous blog ‘(Chapter 0003) of BTAT’, not in any way
meant as a pun for recent Saint Mathew BEGAT stuff, but hey, YO, and but still, Detective Lenny NYC-L&O Briscoe kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes world, I also told him about my nightmare sad tales of EMPLOYMENT
WOE-WHIZ-ME’S in my field of security that I entered around age 23 years while
residing on Hillcrest Avenue in the Cherrywood Estates of lovely New Jersey’s
Blackwood in Gloucester County, and just down the goddessdamn road from the car
wash of the future phone booth call to my mom up in 1994, sixteen years later,
with sixteen year old PUNK-NICK the hubcap smasher prick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So
after telling Mister SWAP how the Federal Government discriminated against me as
a Special-Education
Student when I was perfectly and physically and mentally able
and totally qualified to do the job of Security Officer at a Nuclear Plant
Facility in Pennsylvania, known as “3 Mile
Island”, and he was shockingly and thoroughly disgusted at it, and I
told him the honest truth that I’d gladly go into any court in the country
under oath and tell them that this wiped out my chances to ever advance in my
chosen career in the field of security. He told me that if we used my dream
along with the entire true story, it could make a new president in legal
actions on several on-point issues in law and especially constitutional law. He
said just to get the largest public outcry for what was done to you Mark, we
will sue them for every penny in the ENTIRE UNITED STATES TREASURY. Even if we
only received ten grand, the entire story would make your wild 1979 dream that
you had from a year later after their discrimination of me was done, jump out
and the coverage would go totally worldwide if his legal pals all got involved
but it would have to be done in a very special way, so that no one ever would
lose their reputations should it all go terribly wrong. This is why I am only
allowed to say as much as this, and yes, I had to twist Sir SWAP’s arm just so
he’d agree to my saying this much on this blog today, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO BRAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I also effed up and
errored with a major mind hack on my prior blog concerning my trip down here to
Florida-Land (AKA Florida). I said
that my December of 2009 trip here to escape the family
from DOGTOWN-HELL was my first trip here in adulthood, and it was naut
of course. I was mind hacked. My first adulthood trip here was very late in
1983 right shy of the X-mas holidays. I went to Orlando in order to visit my
old coworker from 1980, RPL’s Chief Recording Engineer, the great almighty
Mister Howard Solomon. Then after we had a blow out, my uncle from Fort
Lauderdale came to pick me up at the restaurant or road side eats place that
Howard had bought here in Florida as a retirement business, and he along with
me’ cuzz John-Stuart, picked me up and we went down to Fort Lauderdale where
they resided. All of this stuff transpired after Steve
Winn’s GN-hotel that was in Atlantic City in those days, cheated me with
parallel event tech that is of course forever non-provable by me, and made me
lose my last 400 dollars and led to my personal bankruptcy in the very late
spring time of 1984, while I was residing on Highland Avenue in
Cinnaminson, NJUSAESMWG. Yes I was 29 years old,
and a grown up person, and so I did make a mistake
by saying that 2009 was my first trip to Florida as a grown up. MIND-HACKS are many times if not ALL THE TIME, caused by
TYPE-3-Exploratrons, and all peeps have these things happen and are
clueless and blame stuff like old age, dementia, and even Alzheimer’s disease
on it, and all things have subatomic truths, and mortal world explanations that
are not always so real or accurate. Spirit travelers are as old as the winds
and the stars, well, almost. When we dream, our energy (spirit) travels. Sleep and dreams
has been the most misunderstood truth that humanity has ever been interacting
with, ever since life here began. If this one sentence is all that
Morianity was permitted to be sent to the future public, then I’d pick that
sentence. Without some open mindedness and common sense along with it to boot,
most simply refuse to see this incredibly simple yet extremely powerful awesome
truth. There is no more to be said on the issue. It
says itself, for crissing out loud. Remember that expression in
Morianity, it sort of commingles ‘crying out loud’
along with ‘cursing’ and even ‘crissake’. But the simple point is that
we all dream, hence we all are travelers. We have become quite used to being a
physical being once born, and we only dream-travel, but when we are not physical, we endlessly travel in the timeless purgatory.
Most folks throughout the past ten thousand years see purgatory as some weird
place. It is simply the ASTRAL-PLANE. It is anything that you see hear in your
physical life if it were to be suddenly going at the square of the velocity of
light. Dogtown or (HELL) truly is on one side of the capitol city, and beyond
that quite a ways and down the Linelane (astral highway system) as mortals may
think of a Linelane as, is Halloweentown. This is why the final page of the KJV
of Holy Scripture says what it does about ‘outside the city are dogs’ and then
‘false prophets and liars’ and then ‘sorcerers’ and you get the point. But on
the side of TekBay that heads away from this area, is the capitol city of the
capitol province of Olympia, known as the city of Sarah Krassle or SDK, with the
DAL in-between and Sahasra and Kanwal. These words are the Province-Olympia’s
translations into the Earth Mortal-World English Language system. All of this
is absolutely and totally real and true. Because no one else ever talks about the Astral Plane in a
full 3-D way, I know anyone claiming to be within human-memory of it in any
meaningful way, is indeed a total liar, perhaps only to themselves.
Things in Purgatory are in 3-D. This is why scriptures talk about SDK (the Holy
City) in three full dimensions. The entire thing is just as if here in mortal
life, outer space could support human life, and we could build cities and
connecting highway systems from them, and no one else seems to know about it,
so I know that Mizz Patty Hollister or Julia white who is exploratronically
inside of her; knows that the Fascitar when it is properly used by a HUNTINGTON,
me; is indeed able to see the ASTRAL PLANE, and bring the memory of it back
here to waking life. I know fully well that I exist in Ricktown in the Ricktown
Manor, on Linelane #9919, and that awesome beautiful Lightning is there with
me, forever and ever. She is a 33 foot tall gigantic coil of pure colorful
energy. If a human being were within 1,000 miles of her on Earth, he or she
would vaporize and dissolve in a microsecond. That is how powerful SHE is. SHE
is God’s spirit, HER creative power-force. This is why SSJKK comes to visit us
in Ricktown many times. I told the world all of these things way back in the
early blogs of 2006. I don’t give a damn ass hoot-pollute who the Dogtown chooses
to laugh and never believe a word that I say!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Diana
Zuudlecronessia Arteemis can, and SHE does, take a human form. She becomes a 75
inch beautiful tall teen blond with long flowing hair down to her knees like
the mythical Rapunzel. The old myths from here on Earth regarding Mount Olympus
and Olympia and even Apollo and Diana all have their absolute total
Astral-Plane truths and reflections of reality into this human mortal world
plane. The magical astronomical mystrery of why the sun and the moon have the
exact same size in our human world skies also is based on the astral truths of
the twins of Zeus and his mortal wife Leda. Now for the mortal world
explanation of the sun and the moon and their reasons for being the same size
in the sky is quite simple but what is to follow after this is by no means
simple, so here we go. The sun happens to be roughly 400 times larger than the
moon, but at the very same time, it is also about 400 times further from our
Earth-planet than is the moon. So DUH, they appear the same size in our sky for
any observer throughout time. But the odds of having a moon that does in fact
fall into that mortal world rationale and truth would require by pure
happenstance for this to have just happened without some plan behind it,
something that would take much longer than the entire life of our universe for
it to have occurred. I do not say that, this is a fact that can be checked out
by Googling the info or asking the ‘Astronomy Department proffs’ at any major
university in the country or the world. If the moon was not the size it is,
orbiting the Earth at the distance that it does, if anything was off by a small
fraction, our entire weather would be too erratic for life as we know it now on
Earth to have ever been able to come about. This is due to the unstable orbital
wobble that would happen with our beautiful moon being there and doing exactly
what SHE is doing magnetically. Seasons would be all crazy, summer for maybe
ten days and winter for twenty, and things along that line that even though we
would not feel the difference in the orbit and the wobble, the climate would
react to it and that is total scientific fact, with or without the arguing
Trumpers.
I was telling on my lost
blog yesterday, how brainwaves go into lengths and the ancient Greek alphabet
is used to describe the various types of brainwaves, such as Alpha, Beta,
Delta, and so forth, and hey I am no expert so I may be confusing some of these
actual letters and brainwave alterations as we switch from normal consciousness
into various altered states of sleep or various trance conditions, etcetera. But
speaking of a LOST BLOG here, what a SAF deal we have
there, right folks? LOST LOVE, LOST BLOG, and who stole my
LOST LOVE song arrangement but the world famous 1980 BG group?
B-L-O-G, as in BG, and then LO. We can spend a year on this one and that
is what “later-times” are always for, right great peeps out here, YO?????????????????
Hey, don’t get me started or going, lovely 2003 ECKERT FARMA LADY of Berlin,
New Jersey, USA-ES-MWG!!!!!!!!!
Lost blogs
do in fact have many ENDLESS MEANINGS, just as does so many
other endless things, such as the ‘U’ letter
and the ‘A’ letter, these two vowels
literally make a seemingly bad day for the Mountainpen, an absolute and
official one, am I right or am I right folks??????? We can go to a wonderful
internet page that I used to jokingly refer to as my internet HATE-PAGE, the
WFMU-FM Internet Radio and comments on their topics page, YO like WO WO WOWSER
WOWSER WO, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wanna’ gimme’ a bwake here me’ gwate and wonderful peeps?
Many things endlessly occur without a soul having one teensy wee bit of
conscious mental activity about it. Many of us remember the word for these type
of things, we call it, “going through the motions”. When we first begin to
drive a car, our full attentions on it and after a while, we do all sorts of
things that we should not do while we drive, and why, because we can take for
granted so many things, and our own minds operate in this fashion as well on
all the things surrounding our daily lives. Remember though how I used to think
lovely Doctor Dags was trying to wipe out my life, and I did indeed have every
good reason to come to these conclusions. Still, I was totally wrong and
misguided, because sometimes Mister David Leigh Smith, it is not always easily
discernable, blackboards and white hot student teachers all notwithstanding
here, to decipher the evidence around us, from late in the year of 1970 all the
way through present times here in late 2022, YO BRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But on
this hate-page called, and you can GOOGLE it up any time, any one of you out
here, “Crackpots from New Jersey”, and all the stuff talked about the Mountainpen,
and even my old Cooley Hall school chum, Sir Bruce, yes world BRUCE is Bruce
Pennock, you think I could ever forget not only his voice but the way he said
stuff, YO???? Like super WOW and WEEEEEEE, Sir C.F. What
a motley crew they all were, Chester-Frank, Billy, and Paul, and without
any magical hyperspace lightning strikes in
Philadelphia, with deep booming thunderous names being called out in rollcalls
of great mighty, and beyond awesome, non-Egg Harbor, NJUSAESMWG schools.
Yes sir, those internet hate pages and meanings of life. How I remember when
mighty awesome Sir Paul Evans Pine-Barrens Pedersen called me one day here in
Florida, and told me about this great page on the damn ass internet,
YO!!!!!!!!! Another great WEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir
Chester-F!!!! Just as I know voices and old teachers and doctors and
ghosts from my Angelique Dark Shadows past, Sir David ‘Catchingupwithme’ Speas from ‘HTHS’,
just down the street from center town Collingswood; I know who wanted to speak
to Doctor Dragone, that day in my Atco days as no two women on this planet have
that voice, oh wonderful great Librarian of Congress, B4 our present lady
there. Well, I did not create that title, MOL, nor did I ever threaten to sue
the eye doctor, Fonda Moll, and Nurse Maria lied about me and told him that I
did say it, defaming my character, and stopping me from getting a needed eye
exam since diabetic patients are prone to problems and need to have regular
annual exams, and now, to fulfill the prophecy, I will sue if I go blind, so goddamn
there, YO!!!!!! Folks, you go right ahead and mother ******* laugh at Mountainpen
and his SAF expansions. Whatever sinks your sub there, Mister Sat Nerine oh
kind sir from my days at HARVEST OUTREACH ORG. Not all things are on a
conscious level and in fact, the really powerful parts of our minds are on this
lower level of deeper thought and meditation. So many of life’s endless
connectable dots are right there for our deeper minds that may in fact never ever
consciously be one small bit aware of it, but our behaviors are altered by it.
When we come out of nightmares, our attitudes and behaviors are directly and
major effected by these dreaming interactions. How this can then lead to
altering our waking life stuff, is all part of what Morianity calls the towel
seepage effects or TOSE for short, YO YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We could
talk forever but time won’t permit it, it’s already now 25 past six and I am
hungry and tired.
Here is the next topic
for a quick discussion and your perusal my fantastic Blogaudians/Morians. I
call this the BAPI program, and Morianity and I think of this as the Bizarre
Age Progression Internet program and I fully believe that all sorts of wild
programs float all around the net just waiting to end up on all sorts of
systems and devices that we all now seeming are forced to use and incorporate
into our daily lives of misery and drudgery, forced into it as without it one
is left totally out in the cold and lost forever. I believe wholeheartedly and
fully folks, that certain facial features can be scanned by a program that is
out on some internet cloud ever attempting to gain entrance into our phones,
devices, and even internet connected governmental cams and photo taking systems
for official documents such as at the DMV, and then when a match is found, it
imposes the same type of age-progression program onto the image that is used by
the missing-kids authorities in order to project a child who has been missing
for say ten years, and thereby show how they may appear to look in this later
time. We have all heard of these age-progression programs. So when my camera
sees me or the cams used at my local county-DMV, pow, it inputs the AP Program,
and wow, I look like my grandpa for crissing out loud. To quote the mighty TRUMP here, another
phony-fake media type of thing now being employed, well not quoted, but
somewhat paraphrased. It does seem though, that ever since 2013 and my musical
project that I did over at Bonjovi’s Port Saint Lucie, FL-USA Studio, with that phony harmony track that I used from the
telephone conversation that I had back in 1984, with the lovely fourteen
year old “Doctor Carey”, that the world indeed really truly did “turn some” weird type of Pat Robinson 1980-RPL-religious
tapes “cornerstone”, am I wrong folks??????????
This did seem to be the birth of the phony-fake-Trumpism fave expression, and
even new tool of some kind, that has managed to mysteriously just take over everything
on one invisible day. Tell me I am truly wrong here peeps, you just go do
this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We have all sorts of wild junk happening. A blind
child with an IQ of a moron while sitting in a pile of diseased mud can see all
of these things. Julia White was my old coworker’s boss at some bus company in
Maryland, near the world famous Bethesda Hospital, and Maryland is not only
where I went to camp as well as had that wild experience with a dude who played
on the Dark Shadows TV-show, Mister Craig Slocum, but also peeps, the postal abbreviation
for the state of Maryland matches perfectly with the SAF medical shout-outs of
MD. Julia White and her bus company of Maryland, so why did Sat Nerine come to
the Harvest to work? He never did a thing. He was beyond lazy and the great Mizz
Jessica Grant fired him after she got completely onto his dog stenches. Still,
Maryland, MD, Julia White, and then came another ‘Nick’ dream in New York City,
the great famous and lovely CENTRAL PARK of Manhattan. WOW THAT!!!!!!!!!!! Don’t
melt, beautiful Diana Ross of 1983, and remember our 1-2-3 and 7-1-3 codes on
the great PC-Machine, YO GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes world, the endless stuff of Mountainpen’s life is just like
musical hits here, right, they just keep on coming!!!!!!!!!!
In that wild dream, a bus stopped right at a bench where Nick and I were
sitting and he was crying on my shoulder that Mariah Carey had just broken up
with him. He ‘had done something really awful’, and ‘he was in the doghouse’,
his words not mine. As he said this to me, a bus pulled right up to where the
bench was and the bench was at one of the entrances to the park’s perimeter. But
as it pulled away, it was able to make a perfect ninety degree turn just like
small electric carts did back in the early eighties. When it did this he began
to ball like a baby and said to me that the way the bus had turned 90 degrees made
him remember the nineties, and how he loved taking me to my school and then
ripping off my magical shoebox in my Saturn car. He even mentioned the bus
driver as he saw her through her window, as the sidewalk was so narrow right where
we were. He said to me, “There’s Julia White,
she’s the owner of Sat’s firm yet she still enjoys riding her bus around the
city”. As you all know, Nick had not broken up with my daughter for at least
three years after he came to me in this wild soul travel experience while I was
residing right here in Florida at the rotten lousy PEEHA BUILDING!!!!!!!!!!!!
By the way I trucked up and was mind hacked on the last blog when I said my ‘Y
JIMMY Y’ song was in 1994, and it was in my Cinnaminson Highland Avenue days
back in 1984. It is one typo error and mind hack after another, and also let us
never the endless Anita Hill hacks WORD-PROGRAM-SORIAN-18
HACKS either, right gwate peeps out here,
YO YO, naut bounced around in 1988!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I type now HACKERS are
messing up this machine and making my space bar not work and trying to freeze
up my stinking mouse, YO YO YO YO!!!! Since it is now seconds shy of 7 PM, I
will start to wrap up, this is the latest that I have been here ever since I began
my 2022 blogs again, and library hours go into the evenings on Tuesdays and
Thursdays. The coming blogs will get very much into TOSE, Nick, the tablet from
1968 and the Saturn car, and much more as well as go into the application of ‘SAF
elucidations’ and show tons of things that older blogs merely either opened up
only or else intentionally made light of. Remember that upon occasion I do need
to make light of things and then beef up the details at later times and on
later following blogs. Hacking is so bad that I must stop for today, and the
enemies are doing me a favor anyway, the pricks. I am tired and hungry, so go
to Dogtown you rotten emmereffing Otammites, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not angry in
any way or against anyone at all, who is not making my life a living endless
burning hellfire. But for those who are, the lawsuit that is first against the
federal government for the total destruction of my life, will set things on
fire next year in 2023, so mark my emmereffing words on that people!!!!!!!!!!
Other powerful multi-billion dollar interests will be gone after as well. The
four HUUUUGE culprits have pockets that are so much deeper than Mariana’s
Trench in the mother ******* Pacific Ocean, that to try and compare it would be
downright silly of me to do YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION for now, lads and lassies.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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