BETAT—CHAPTER 0017
SUBTITLED, BACK 2 THE QUINTESSENTIAL FACETIOUSNESS, AS MY COWARD
LOVLIES ARE BACK ON ME AGAIN
Wednesday, January 25, 2023
Blog beginning time is 12:37 Post Meridian
Well peeps, January has
become one BOTBAR day after another. After
posting blog chapter 0015 late yesterday afternoon some time, I saw that my
cowardly enemy reported the previous blog to the Blogger-Community,
despite it all being under the warning of “sensitive
content”. Let us examine several things that are at least to me and
someone who is not completely brain dead to upper realities that are involved
in all things in life. First, as you know unless you truly don’t wish to know,
I began this project from where it had left off back in September of last year
in 2022. I ran blogs called the 2022 alphabet-tweets, as I knew that at first I
may have to keep them shorter than I normally like to do, after all, I am the motor-mouth
and thus, the Mountainpen. There are 26 letters in our
English alphabet, and so there were 26 blogs where I had carefully planned to
lay out the opening for the then following or BEYOND
those Twenty-22 Alphabet Tweets,
and this of course was abbreviated in a title to simply, BETAT. Now the real
SAFET-MAGIC comes into emmereffing play here folks. Be ready please to really receive a total
Thaxton-Marcucci 1969 mind blow now!!! When my cowardly wonderful
sweet adorable person or group of awesome great caring people out there in
Cyber-Village or Cyberville as I shorten it to upon occasion, began to
interfere with this Morianity project, it was back on what blog, great loyal
peeps out here (Morians)? I’ll help out for those who do not have that wee bit
of info right at the top of their heads. IT WAS ON
THE 2020 TWEET BLOG “O”. Now what letter in our alphabet is “O”? This is the 15th
letter of the alphabetical order. Now what was my previous blog
chapter number on the after, or post, or FOLLOWING the original start-up blogs?
It was CHAPTER # 0015. Same blog number, and seeing it a wee bit
humorously-biblically, same number in both the OLD as well as the NEW
testaments. Am I wrong lovely 1980 shampoo-ad-spot-TV girl? Am I really so darn
butt WROOOOOOOOOOONG????? At this time I admit I am left to ponder and wonder
if whoever is messing with me, this lovely adorable sweet person or group, is
also aware of this B4 doing it, or was it simply just more stuff they did not
appreciate being said online, by poor old slob big mouth dirt bag, Sir Mountainpen,
seeing it in their eyes of course. In any event, following this with SAFET
experience, the blog that I did yesterday would then be cosmically equivalent to P (16), and this blog would be of course, Q (17). So you can bet your butts folks that when I
approach the next time of potential disaster based on the ‘old testament 2020
blogs’, I’ll even be extra mother flowering careful to keep my material more
plain and generic. Still, MAGNESONIC will be scanning with zero dimensional
technology to do what needs 2B done to protect this project and fight this
“HATEVER” deal that is out there interfering with Morianity. IPYT lovely
muscles-monique-2009, mahm!!!! But allow me now to finalize the point of what
already was done on that day of real SUPER-TERROR-4-THE-MOUNTAINPEN, the day B4
yesterday when this was going down and beginning, and the day of the
cowardly-reporting. I say cowardly as I offered on these blogs, to personally
speak to whoever has a problem with my words and maybe we can come to a meeting
of the minds, but no, they would rather be scree-hiding-cowards, so fine, I
gave them a chance to be human beings. My SPACE-BAR-HACKING s very bad on this particular computer,
no matter when I use it, by the way peeps. But
back to finalizing my SAFET stuff, and how it connects into this
cowardly individual or peeps of more than one perhaps. When I experienced my wild
powerful spiritual experience in Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG, in the middle of December
in the year of 1969, I lived at apartment #O-15 Dellway Arms; and it was
situated on Oakland Avenue. But let us examine the actual apartment number
here, shall we great peeps? O-15, O the 15th letter, and then 15
itself, in fact, the great owners of ‘the joint’, Mister Steve W sir,
intentionally and most definitely naught Mizz Blake, internally; created this
sixteen unit structure to have these individual apartment numbers to have both
the letter and then followed by its actual alphabetical ordered transposition
number, such as apartment 2 would be apartment 2B, and apartment 16 would be
apartment 16P. I was O15, and most likely to this very day those living in this
16-unit structure if still in existence, use that same mailing address as I did
in 1969 through and up until the final day of February in 1975 when I moved out
of there with help from Patty, Steve, and of course we cannot forget the one
and only Santa. Those who wrote and believe wholeheartedly in the Diagnostic
Statistical Manuel, or the great psych book (DSM), followed by a
number that grows one higher, with every new and revised edition, proving they are not some know-it-all-gods, right
Doctor Skoda of Law & Order television show, will of course refuse to see
what I am saying as anything other than delusional schizophrenic magical-thinking?
Fine, they have a right to believe what they do, as do I, kind folks. B4 we
close out this point of most recent SAFET-STUFF, kind lads and lassies out here,
let me give you a wee bit on interesting info now on those letter-number transposition
real estate apartment owners from those sixties/seventies times, the great Chelsey
and Alloway. People, I absolutely know, based on extensive research for two
decades into the past of my entire life, and how all things within the
structure of my life and dealings with those around me, fits into a grand scheme larger picture of the powerhouse
subatomic truths. These C&A landlords and owners of the
DELLWAY ARMS Apartments, were beyond any shadow of any doubt, IMHO of course
and not legally provable by me so I must add in ‘that other clause, ole’ pal
Santa’, RO’s. We will move on with this and related other stuff, at later
times, but we must move on as I have been living on this blog for the entire
month of emmereffing January as you all must be totally aware of, and I do in
fact have a life and errands, and other bull mitt to do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Bible
contains numerous words spoken by our wonderful LORD JESUS CHRIST.
In most bibles, these words are all in red lettering, as is mine, and mine is
and always was and will be, the King James Version (KJV) as they all call it
now for short. Now one powerhouse quote in particular is when HE said to us as
well as those living back a couple millennium ago
in time and without any howling Atlantic City-WAYV-roof-dogs involved;
“When the world
hates you, don’t be concerned, you must be doing something right, and remember
that the world hated ME FIRST!!!!!!!!! This is not a 100 percent
quotation but it is a definite paraphrase, so look it up in your New Testament Bibles for yourselves, Boy oh boy, Frank Capra and Uncle B. Now when
I got to the library, I had to park far away, and the entire area is totally
jammed with activities. This is the way my life has been going all year, it is
not turning out good at all for me as I hoped it may. I prayed my butt off
folks, and the Almighty Singularity refused to lift a finger for me, so them,
WEIN-SOSO-WEIN? I managed to ask if there is some filter on the machines
upstairs that I use to blog on that would not allow me to pull up the 0015
chapter B4I left here yesterday. The computer downstairs does take a user to
even that, so it has not been pulled off. Still, I am going to resume tamer and
less vulgar and harsh sounding blogs. I plan to go
to WIX or something similar, and get me the cheapest website available, the WIX has a cheap
version for 16 bucks a damn month. I won’t be intimidated or stopped
by this lovely wonderful adorable nice person or group from heavenly subtitles
out there!!!! I am starting to believe Sir SWAP who insists it is family. He
says she did this to me at the apartment with the nabe next to me that
obliterated my entire life, and now she is moving in for the kill. After all,
the guy next door in unit #605 was indeed Spanish. The joke is of course was on
my dad’s side, so am I, despite it only showing up in hot humid weather with my
hair if I do not visit a barbershop enough. You can see it on my photo when it
was long back in oh-6 when I had that cheap photo-bucket thing done at some
damn copier store nearby my residence up in Jersey. How else could my dad have
access to secret people and museums and learned so many hidden things about how
to find all of those Spanish Galleon ships that sank in great past century
hurricanes? Wake up world. Still Detective L&O-Briscoe, I refuse to believe
for certain that my kid has hurt me this much, but SWAP may be correct, and so
how can I know? How can any one of us ever know anything for sure, unless we in
fact DO KNOW???????? I have taken her out of the will, because deep down, I do
think he is right. Ain’t life just so dern grand,
Sir Roth? Another one of his great sayings B4 leaving this veil of horrific
dern tears peeps, is “That’s not 2 swift”.
Nothing in my entire goddess dern life is, right world?????????? At any time if I
am taken completely down off this BLOGGER DOT COM WEBSITE, in violation of my
constitutional rights by these gods of silicon garbage valley,
and I cannot even get someone on their computer to go to a last comment area to
post a link to my new stuff; then I hope those who follow me, and do not wish
to be defeated by this lovely puke out here stopping me, RIGHT DOWN4B IT IS MAYBE TOO LATE, WRITE DOWNMY
CELLPHONE NUMBER FROM HERE, (772) 708-3607. Call me and I will share the new
WIX-link or wherever I go. Friends have done all they can for me, we
have tried relentlessly to contact the blogger community, and have them e-mail
me, or even comment on the blog, and tell me what I can no longer say or do
here; as it is beyond unclear 1967 Mack Kaiter camp meanings here, right PINK
GODDESS (PINK RODD GODD)? The TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS are blocking my mind (mind
hack) so I am unable to think of that word that I was told I don’t really know
the meaning of, but unclear and many
meanings is the same thing, unless ignorant people from Northeast, Maryland-USA
are involved in the dern butt mix of course. UC folks, I am imagining, and to
quote Sir Arthur Crane back in 1991 at TCE; very little if any of this, Mister
Camp Counselor Kaiter MEANINGS! So museum secrets, and television shows, and
Mister Roy Carl Weiler Senior coworkers at great CIFALOGLIO HAT WM trash
companies, all notwithstanding here, when the great Otammite folks heard me
talking onto my life journal back in the late summertime of oh-9 at Cifaloglio.
They panicked and really believed that I was planning to cause a
matter-antimatter explosion from the Harrah Casino of Atlantic City on one
magical day. Of course I had no such thing in mind. The Manitou inside of me
does not wish to die, it has absolutely no astral essence, and is just as
scared to perish as the Manitou inside anyone of you out there. I was only
testing to get a frikkin’ reaction, Sir Ron ADA Wirtz of TPB-1994, YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!! Hey, EH City of Jersey is as magical as it gets,
and if Cuzz Leticia is really MC in a transdimensional copied existence via
some magical trick even beyond the awareness of the Mountainpen, all I can say
is that I would not to be within 500 universes of the resulting handshake
between the two girls, as the odds are 50-50 that time surrounding their
magnetic fields may in fact be running in two opposing directions and if so,
then all of their matter, about 260 pounds of it would instantly be converted
into pure energy and this would cancel, out every single atom in the entire
metaverse. But I am not worried about cupcake switches right now or summer time
family trips ‘to the PP-shore’, or whatever, ‘Bob Andrews-1975 and future
Federal Congressman’; and so what does concern me right now is RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
See how rational and sane that I truly am, you psych weirdos and DSM followers?
Right now I am going through another super mother freaking horrendous year,
just when I was hoping I was pulling a tiny wee bit out of this gash dern
butthole nightmare. All those years in recurring wild dreams, trying to find
schools there in town, and then came the future when it all began to fit so
incredibly dern Pennock-Perfectly, huh Sir Bruce. He was McDowell’s little ****
in the mouth, not mine, oh world! Speaking of McDowell and those days and future days of his
career in the FCC, I have my letter and today, IT WILL BE IN THE GODDESSDAMN
MAIL. So go much on those turd stones, U lovely great enemies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I think that someone who
is in this library is another Campbell’s Soup deal of 1969, a RO. I think that
person made the computers all crash around me that day, but I do not suspect
any exact employee, but one of them has to be. I’ve been dealing with this
stuff ever since it got real bad in the late 1980’s. Let me discuss the RO
situation, Tommy Krassle, shall we? I believe that library computers that staff
uses can keystroke-worm into the ones we the patrons all use. From there, they
just hit a key at their office area and POW, it is as though I on these
machines were to hit keys that would make the word program go suddenly off with
unsaved changes. I also believe the filtering system is why they can access my
otherwise inaccessible blogs, such as what occurred yesterday with me here upon
posting the 0016 blog and then seeing that red triangle again on my dashboard
at BLOGGER on the prior blog 0015 DELLWAY-SAFET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIKE
WO-WOW-WO-WOW-WOWSER-WOWSER-WOWSER-WO-WO-WO-WO Someone here who works for the
county also is a RED JOHN NSA-CIA-RO (registered operative). This is the same
exact thing you will hear for yourself on that final episode of the first
season of Jenny Hewitt’s fantastic TV-show, “Ghost Whisperer”. After the great
plane disaster and the National Transportation Safety Board agent speaks to lovely
Mizz Melinda Gordon, he says to her, “RU registered”? That means in real life, R-U-A REGISTERED
OPERATIVE of the agency? Let me quickly move a little further here
with some reasonable speculation. Taking the NSA-CIA-RO
initialing here, we arrive at SARO. This
is just like SORA which is the NJ test
for security officers taken mandatorily every 24 months should they wish to
remain a bonded legal security officer and work at that profession anywhere.
This scrambling of vowels just works too perfectly for me to do a Raspberry
Dreams here and ignore it. I do not say it means some absolute thing, only that
yes, it is ‘impossible-2-ignore’, to quote that talented great musical group of
the early 90’s, ‘RD’. SORA-SARO, it is a mere reversal of the two vowels. I
only saw this myself after first writing down on yes, a little yellow sheet of
paper, lovely Mizz 2007 Copyright Examiner, ‘oh boy’, Chester-Frank; and then
seeing the unmistakable thing for myself. I honestly don’t ever look for
monsters, they simply appear to me, something perhaps Mizz Hewitt’s
show-character can totally frikkin’ identify with here, right folks? I did
naught, lovely Mizz 1983 Blake, call Frank Chester just 2B cute, funny, or
nasty. I try to get along with peeps, I am not ever looking for fights, IPYT. I
am way to old, sick, flabby, and weak to start stuff with anybody, lovely Mizz AT&T Abbey Carmichael, mahm. Sir
Paul Evans Pedersen, lovely FLO Progg, told me to call him Chester. So I did, ©
Office, so to Dogtown with all little yellow sheets of paper. Let them all
lose their dern jobs, Detective L&O Sir Ed Green, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No world, I saw the vowel rearrangement after I was jotting notes down on my
little legal pad, Mizz Librarian of 2007
Congress. Yes after, POST, and most definitely naught B4, oh lovely
Mizz Phone Company Blake, and at any time of the dern day or the night, YO YO
YO BRAH!!!
For three days now I have two messages in to me’ geek from Staples,
and maybe he is on vacation. If naught, then I will have to go to the next step
of calling or driving back to Staples, to see Y this is happening, but he may
be on vacation so I won’t sweat it big huge butt hyper-time until after a week
or so passes. I plan to not only get running at my
residence to avoid all of this hassle and hellishness, but also, I will need
help with the WIX website or whatever, B4 blogging onto it will become
possible. I have mother flocking civil and constitutional rights to tell my
story and get it out there, as it is not libel or slander because being totally true and real
and 100% accurate, literally creates a LEGAL DEFENSE against that argument
and I genuinely welcome any son of a beach out there to challenge me in court,
as I have dreamed of fighting this enemy in a court of law for nearly four solid
goddessdamn decades now, folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If for whatever reason
the world keeps changing and I am stopped from telling my story, the first
thing that I will do is escape and leave this horrendous place, the USA. Why
they hate me and have destroyed and obliterated my entire life, is only known
by the LORD JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY, that much I do know beyond one tiny wee
small shadow of doubt, great lads and lassies, and yes, THE SPACE-BAR HACKING is off the dials bad
on this particular computer or mouse function on it. Yes peeps,
if I stopped with Morianity, then the first thing that I’ll do is make a quick
strategic mother flowering exit ouddahele, Mister
Harry Baseball-Announcer Callas, oh kind Sir. Take that folks, straight to the
great and awesome and with no subtitles involved here, Toronto dominion Bank! No question about it
nor any subtitles either, this is indeed the world’s most wonderful bank. They
have always been more than fair with me and I have already told at least five
things that pertain to my statement and claim made by me right now on this
blog. Anyone with any account at all should consider switching over to this
fantastic bank, TODAY without any further delay, so how’s that for a plug,
Mister Latengrate Regis Philbin of the PK-Persecuted Club. Paula treated him
like trash and is way more paranoid than I am. He was so nice to her and then
she said afterwards that she thought what he had said was a threat. All he said
was that he wished her well and good luck, and to be vigilant. All peeps should
be vigilant, it is just good sound Bizz, in today’s butthole world, for crissing
out loud, YO YO YO!!!!! All these Atlantic City peeps are paranoid crazy freaky
insane people. I would literally sell my proverbial soul to the proverbial
devil to have never run into any of them, nor ever had remembered one thing
about SARAH, and thus began that nightmare search and quest to locate her in
1996.
When I walked out of
this library yesterday evening, it was not quite dark yet. The worst emmereffing ‘chemtrail siege’ in many years was
waiting for me. I have not been under this totally frikkin’ of a
death siege in years and years and years, and without any Ann King Silva’s or
medical conditions being at all involved here in this total nightmare
mess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then shortly after being home and eating my
dinner and starting to attempt relaxing with my videos and ROKU-TV, POW, the
enemies struck this poor pathetic helpless pitiful sick old frikkin’ man, with a
powerful HAVANA DEATH SONIC BOOM ASSAULT, or whatever they use to blow my dern
butthole bowels totally apart, causing horrendous diarrhea and pain. If some
legitimate condition was happening and my body was merely suffering from some
weird type of intestinal illness, then why did this all begin for me one day in
August of 1986 at the very same time the evil wicked SATANIC MISOE did also,
and why after nearly forty years of this now, have I
NOT LONG AGO PERISHED AND DIED, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO???? Come on
peeps, you all know I am speaking powerful ugly monstrous horrible dern butt-wipe
truths here. You know it, and I know you all know it too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also I swear under this
voluntary TRUTH-OATH right now, with legal consequences of life imprisonment,
should any part of this story and claim be an intentional direct lie or any
type of deception on my part. I swear on my USA
citizenship, and my endless and eternal love and loyalty for my GOD, the
great Sarah Krassle PINK-RODD-GODD!!!!!!!!!!
Whether this poisoning and health attack on me since the middle 1980’s now, is
being done with a chemical poison, a sound wave energy system, or some other
type of death beam weaponry owned and controlled by the NSA-CIA-RO, is anyone’s BEST GUESS AND GUEST, with or without any assists from
lovely and now Latengrate Mizz green-dress-Mary
Tyler Moore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So let me now quickly tell you
something B4 this blog will end for today, peeps. B4 getting into it, I know
that jet fuel is a toxic poison, and when airplanes wish to dump it out in high
places of the sky, it is both allowable and it instantly freezes into the
vapors that we all see and label as contrails or jet vapor trails. What makes a
contrail is an extra ingredient that many conspiracy theory peeps are all
endlessly buzzing about and none of them know to this very day exactly what is
going on, check the zillions of videos on the YouTube when you type in simply,
CHEMTRAILS. Despite this stuff being poisonous and toxic, it is allowed 2B
dumped from planes. They figure that a safe amount when all averaged out is
just the accepted risk that we must all be willing to take if we choose to
enjoy participating in the age of flying and jets. But when an unusual amount
of this stuff is dumped day after day in one area or around the person on the
SHAGPEL to be injured and persecuted by this diseased wonderful subtitled evil,
then what would otherwise be acceptable, becomes deadly, and hurts us, with the
two major effects being damage of our bowels and digestion, as well as heart
problems such as deadly arrhythmias, and ever since my nightmare began on
August the 15th back in 1986, this was all a ruthless hellish part
of it, YO YO YO YO ME’ BRAHHHHHHHH!!!! So back B4 the nabe to my west moved in
who I blogged and told about when I returned from the Best Buy Store at Vero
Beach, Florida, back on that day last year, and ran into her and we got talking
and she promised all sorts of stuff and then totally just ‘scumbagged out on me’
which is nothing new under this post 8-1986 hell I’m living with; I had a guy
about my age or maybe a few years younger, who lived there. Every single time
that the enemies (MISOE) struck me hyper-huge with their HAVANA-death weapon
assaults, be it from chemtrail poisoning, sonic weaponry or whatever type of
death beam strikes used by them; I would notice the following morning that his
pants were laying out on his porch and hanging over his balcony. Not living
with this problem as I have, and for the most part have a lot of it under
control now, such as knowing not to ever frikkin’ cut a fart unless my body
does not have a certain feeling where I know it was struck by their assault. He would be
totally unaware of any of this of course, and so he obviously crapped his
drawers and so he washed them in a sink or bath shower obviously.
Then he would dry them over the balcony railing. Now this happened every single
time that I suffered major health-assaults by this diseased lovely subtitled SPACEFORCE
(MISOE)!!!!!!!!!!! Finally an after only living there for a year
at the most, I think it was even less, he moved the Dogtown out of there,
Mister Baseball Harry Announcer Callas Sir, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! SO WOW
THAT.
Now for the mind boggling nightmare that occurred right B4 this
monstrous and beyond outlandish MISOE ASSAULT began for me a week or so ago,
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
only told you all that the nightmare began this for me, and I never told you
about the actual hyperspace interaction itself, so now it is time to do just
frikkin’ that peeps. I have told on many blogs and some very recently how there
are two ways for dreams to finish us off in our sleep, we will never awaken
from them, as we literally are stuck in the dream-world,
forever and ever, and yes, resembling the hell on Earth existence of
Mountainpen. One of these two types are when we go from dream to dream and we
know that we are going to sleep and waking, and yet still are in this wild
cycle of ‘dreaming’. We are literally going deeper and deeper into the ‘dream-world’
so to speak. It cannot be escaped from if gone too far. The other type is
endlessly repeating the same attempted thing and then realizing that you believed
you had finally awakened and still the thing you were attempting to do was not
being achieved. Most of the time, with me, this is an attempt to turn a light
on and get out of darkness. Only the light never comes on and eventually, I
come to realize that I ONLY THOUGHT THAT I HAD WOKE UP,
but had not, and this cycle and horrendous hellish process goes on and on.
I shared this with the lovely Mizz Patricia Neckbites Hollister Howard once on
a long telephone conversation with her, from 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, in
Lindenwold, NJ, back in May of 1975. I had been having these horrendous
nightmares ever since beginning to use the great FASCITAR that she put me onto.
What I’ll never forget until the die I die, if I am ever able to accomplish that
feat, whoever is retracing and hacking on the photon wall, huh lovely
Lightning-DZA, is what she told me after I told her all about these nightmares?
She told me that she knew a lady who was the most powerful person in the word
and who lived in India. Her friends were the ones who actually helped some Hollywood
producers begin that fantastic television show that all of us watched and loved
so much, Kung Fu, with Sir David Caradine, whose name is most likely misspelled
here and I was unable to get a Spell-Check proper respelling of it, I’m sorry. She
said that she was told by this lady from India that two powerful things were
part of her destiny, and even Patty was unable to entirely figure out what she
had “meant”. One was that her little toddler daughter was a part of something
beyond HUUUUUUUUGE, and the other was that something pertaining to cycle dreams
was all a part of that same mix as well. Then she described what I can only say
is mind boggling on total steroids. She said that if more than magical-12
cycles happens, you cannot ever awaken again. You’re done, toast! I will follow
up on this and a whole lot more, later on, if allowed. If not, call me, and I
will give you information about my website on WIX or wherever it ends up. I cannot
go on being endlessly intimidated by some cowardly group or sicko person out
here who is hell bent on stopping the BOM project. It is way too dern important
to be thwarted and stopped.
END TRANSMISSION.
Blog end time is 3:45 Post Meridian.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA,
M-MCN SIR!
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