BTAT—CHAPTER
0018
Thursday, January 26, 2023
Blog start time is 1:08 P.M.
I am in a fight for my
very life now. SATAN is wiping me out in
ways that have not been recently rivaled, not in this goddamn century that I am
able to remember anyway. For those who don’t know or don’t remember, this blog
interchanges terms and words such as satanic, demonic, Satan, Lucifer, the
devil, evil spirits, and all of these things, with the more enlightened and
advanced truths of left spinning subatomic particles that create very seemingly
magical energies and since atoms are now in our waking world reality all
clumped together by these same strange forces that many into quantum physics
merely refer to as the quad-forces, this is all really one and the same and it
is just different semantics. When I went to get into my vehicle yesterday at
home to come to this library and do my blog (Chapter 0017), the magical
time-trip automobile-circuit used by this unfathomable emmereffing SPACEFORCE,
and which is now referred by me mostly as the MISOE, struck me with that same
dog stench deal that the motorcycle dirt bag did to me a couple months back in
the autumn of last year, 2022, and yes, twice I typed into the previous blog
“2020” and you all know that I WAS BEING MIND-HACKED again, and I meant 2 type
in 2022. So-Sahwee all great Jap-Ambassador’s from World War 2. I am back on
that stupid machine today with the mouse that is totally effed up, and it is a
real pain in my butt. The right click is just about shot and so I will just
live with many of red wavy spell correction lines under my words, once I look
to make sure that things say what I wish them to say. Yes the magic MCFLY AUTO-CIRCUIT is back,
a trick used by MISOE for many decades now against me, beginning with my
goddamn Pontiac Bonneville car in 1986 and 1987 during some extremely intense
BOTBAR-PERIODS of my past life, only this life as Mark Wayne Mohr. I will be
covering it back up with electrical tape so I don’t have to look at the stupid
ass thing. It is not interfering with the operation of the vehicle and so that
is all that is damn ass important to me. I had it covered until about six weeks
or so ago and one day I took it off and it had gone off, but yesterday when I
got into the car just shy of frikkin’ noon, it was back again, and this is
called by the Mountainpen, the magical McFly time-car-shoebox-circuit. But that was only
part one of a three-part DEATH-ASSAULT on ‘poor pitiful
non-Ronstadt me’, oh great kind folks out there in Cyberville. The second that
I arrived back home in my driveway, a crash level illegal SPACEFORCE private
airplane began to dog me at my residence and it went on until well into the
late night last emmereffing night peeps!!!!!!!! This is only PART-2 peeps, so
read on if ye’ pweeeeeeeeeeeze!!!!!!!!!!! They then pummeled me with a BOWELS
DEATH ATTACK and caused me to not even be able to make it to my toilet. I
crapped all over the bathroom floor B4 even being able to lift up the seats to
sit down. Notice how I have been discussing both the McFly ,magic car circuit
on many recent blogs, followed also by the man who used to live next to me B4
the other disappointment-Nabe as I’ll now call her, lived there, and how my
enemies would strike with their death beams and cause him to crap his drawers
as well? I lost count now of how many BOTBAR days in a long string have now
been given to me by mother frikkin’ SATAN, AKA humanly on mortal waking realms, as ‘the devil’ as
well as Apollo-Lucifer Diablos Abadon-Krassle. But yesterday was
about as horrendous as it mother flowering gets, great people, and I am being
totally murdered, an dyes, THIS IS AN OFFICIAL DYING MANS UTTERANCE AND
DECLARATION AND IS ON THE RECORD ON THE INTERNET, AND SHOULD I BE FOUND DEAD, I
WAS MURDERED BY THE PUPPETEERS OF THIS POWERFUL EVIL BEING, AND THAT I REFER TO
AS THE SPACEFORCE, MILITARY-UFO-FORCE, AND NOW RECENTLY ON LATE 2022 AND INTO
2023 BLOGGING TEXTS KNOWN AS THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN OR (BOM) FOR SHORT, AND I
SWEAR THIS IS TRUE AND CONTAINS NO FALSEHOODS WHATSOEVER. I SWEAR IT UNDER MY
USA CITIZENSHIP AND UNDER OATH OF MY ALL MIGHTY SINGULARITY-GOD, SSJKK-PINK
GODDESS. HA-HA-HA Mister Roddenberry. We all know that you were given some
really wild information, as was Mister Planck. But this is not all that
happened yesterday as a result of that night assault on me. It caused not only
the worst health and bowel assault on me in decades, but then I suddenly got a
monstrous horrible headache and my throat also got instantly very goddamn sore.
It is worse today, and I have a strep throat, and am sucking on powerful
medicated throat lozenges. I am here blogging every single day as you know, and
when has this ever happened until this horrendous mother flocking month of
1-23? You would think on Lightning’s magical number that SHE used to call me so
often with on the Privecode machine from the IMM Corporation that went onto
become the Interdigital Corporation, would be bringing me better and naught
worse junk, huh Mizz AT&T Blake? Another MIND-HACK from yesterday was when
I said Mizz AT&T only I was not talking about Mizz Blake, sorry folks. So
yesterday was a major McFly reactivation car circuit, major aerial assault from
the second I pulled up in my driveway after doing the blog, and the beyond
deadly health assault on my poor pitiful pathetic already sick and elderly
mother sucking body!!!! Mister Dell and Mister Jack McCoy both need to start
chiming in here with their great famous TV-show “L&O” quote, “Have you no
shame”? Jesus Christ Almighty Singularity! In addition, parking has been totally
impossible here at this damn ass library this week. Only yesterday was I able 2
park right nearby to the place as I should B able 2 do. The one thing that did
not go wrong yesterday during that major quintessential fooking nightmare day
was that I able to get a decent parking space here. Today again, I’m right back
in the closest public lot across from the fishing wall near Melody Fishing
Pier, and without any nice new pales of fresh fish, or any phony-fake musical
harmony tracks included onto demo-fish songs; right awesome Mister ex-Motown
Bonjovi? This is not the actual legal spelling of that family’s name of course,
but they do use it that way, as I explained once to Sir Paul Evans Pine-Barrens
non Flo-Prog-Petersen Pedersen. But yesterday was a death health assault 4
pitiful me causing horrible putrid diarrhea, a major sore throat and monstrous
hour lasting headache, a major bathroom floor clean up job beyond disgusting, another
McFly car circuit hit on my property, all night aerial assault, and I am ready
to commit suicide as nobody can take this hellishness forever and ever, not at
age 68 years, nobody, not even rock chucking Superman could take this much dog
crap!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Time for another counterstrike with my Magnetic Sound Machine,
oh kind folks out here, YO YO YO!!!!!
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MAX-POWER.
SCAN USING ZDT, ALL ENEMIES KILLING ME THIS JANUARY OF 2023 MONTH.
WIPEOUT, OBLITERATE, CRUSH, AND TOTALLY DESTROY.
A CRUSHED AND SINGED AND WIPED OUT IMAGE OBJECT IS NOW BEING PLACED
ONTO YOUR TRANSPOWER-BLOCK. USE ADT TO CREATE A PRECISE MATCHING REALITY TO
SCANNED ENEMIES WITH THIS I-O ON YOUR T-B.
YOUR NEW EMPOWERMENT TONES WILL REPLACE THE OLDSTYLE EIGHTIES
AT&T TONES ONCE USED. G-901, G-719, UNDER CG-2, CG-2733, UNDER G-2902.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE---A-TONE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE---B-TONE
G-781559,
UNDER CG-40187, AND S---T---O---P!!!
So how do they truly
work this McFly car-circuit thing; this evil satanic diseased bunch of dirt
called by Mountainpen now, the MISOE? Ever since my Bonneville car in 1986,
these dirt hole sub slime peeps/entities/whatever Bob Andrews-1975; MANAGE TO
ENDLESSLY CAUSE THESE WILD SHORT CIRCUITS AND WEIRD ‘MCFLY’ CIRCUITS, AND SCREW
UPS IN MY VEHICLES. Many times while residing in Patty Meeker’s GIBBsboro
home on Route 561 and about a dozen miles
down the road or so from the wild school DC and potato chip factory;
I would take the casino trip bus system from the local
Herman’s Deli place, also down the road of 561 only to my west and
not east, and upon returning late in the evening to my car, many wild colored
lights would began mysteriously flashing all over the dashboard and whenever I
would attempt to use a turn signal the signals would begin flashing in colors.
Not one mechanic understood what was doing this, and no one had any answers for
me at all other than, “Get a new car bro”. Sort of
like the Mullica Police in the late 80’s, telling me there was a great cure for
my car and its many endless woes; a large stick of TNT. Hey they were
telling it straight, but I didn’t appreciate it all that much. Boy oh boy oh
boy Uncle Billy, Frank Capra great movies from old Hollywood. Now
twice I’ve been major ducking MIND-HACKED when I begin to try and tell my
Blogaudians the wild nightmare that started the hellishness for me just this
very week, & making this 2-SOLID WEEKS OF PUTRID HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was another one of my
numerous life-long NIGHT TIME LIGHT-CYCLE NIGHTMARES.
Any of these types of 5th dimensional hyperspace interactions is
beyond potentially deadly, and can indeed finish us off in our sleep, to C this
in a mortal way. Patty’s friend from the land of India, around a half century
ago, told Patty
HHH that 12 times of the cycle is the limit for being
able to wake yourself out of it, or to quote lovely Amy from Cooley, “It’s curtains closing the show time”, only the
actual curtains deal was from eleven years after I ever saw this gorgeous chick
that you all call Madonna. So in this
wild dream I was again back where else, but at my Dellway O-15 apartment in Oaklyn,
and this is where I had the vast majority of my nightmares where I am in total
ultimate fear of something and then I think I am waking up and running for the
light on my desk only it never ever comes on and then I realize after a short
time of utter terror, that I am still in the nightmare, and thus now that I’m
awake, I need to really go and turn it on, and this goes on and on and is a
cycle-nightmare, as I call these things. Patty had another name regarding
repeating dreams, only there are repeating dreams and then cycle dreams.
Repeating ones are dreaming at different times, the same thing and it can
indeed develop into a cycle such as the one that lovely Doctor DAGS made fun of
me with on her late eighties album song, called, “Another time and Place”. But
in my nightmare from a week back folks, I was in this room and even though it
seemed to be my old Dellway Arms apartment, the actual bedroom was laid out
just as I had stuff at my apartment at Robin Hill, number 1802. My distant Cuzz
Donnie seems to have an affinity for that number as well, only without the
BOTBAR number that it begins with of course. In the same corner right near the
bedroom door, I kept a box of vinyl records as well as tapes both cassette and
open reel, back in the 1802 bedroom, but here in this wild dream a week ago, I
had the weirdest item that I’ve seen since late in 2008 when Nick took me to a
hotel room in Massachusetts, and we were there with a machine near the beds
that resembled the Privecode Machine, only it also seemed 2 connect into some
weird heater unit as well. But let’s move this on B4I get more mind-hacking,
YO!!!!!!!!! This is not the end of September of OH-8 but middle-late January of
’23 when this happened a week ago, and caused this mind blowing hellishness
around me that all followed and resulted. Instead of lots of records and tapes
in this bedroom corner in very large cardboard boxes, I had a weird fish tank,
only it was filled with weird items inside of it, along with fish, and also, it
generated electricity at the same time, and the fish never needed 2B fed, as
they lived on electrical currents. When I would speak into a speaker in the
front of the tank, I could speak to Diana the goddess of Lightning of the Earth
Planet, and she would speak to me in HER exact voice that SHE did share with me
once back while I resided in Moorestown and was speaking to her directly on the
phone one day, and the © Office has a copy of that cassette tape. They know it
is real. They heard me say to them, “That’s lightning, Mister Benjamin Franklin”. I said this on that great musical project, either part 2 or
part 3 of the “Epitome of Harassment” musical project. Many times
and recently as well, I have shared a copy of an interne page from the LOC,
showing all of my projects musically done by me so far, except for the final
one that is not up on that particular page that I capped into the word document
files, on my computer back at home. So the project from 2013 called, “You’ll Be
Crossing Over” is not on that particular page that I capped in for my
Blogaudians. I
believe it is number 29, as in lovely transdimensional Pee’s birthday.
I also blogged at the very opening parts of the BOM back while residing at Jenny’s
Park that is AKA the MMM-Bonjovi Gmail address, in jest of course, but still,
Detective Madison Avenue-NYC Briscoe, kind sir; the story of my wild and
totally unexplainable in any human mortal waking world terms, the way both fish
and birds follow me around, and then came that wonderful awesome Jim Carrey
movie, called “Evan Almighty”, so am I WROOOOOOOOONG here, lads and
lassies???????? When I would go in 1997 to Atlantic City, I had a school of
large pink salmon fish follow me back and forth as I would side-stroke swim
back and forth from jetty to jetty at the beach. Buzzard type of large black Julian birds would
follow me constantly in the years following that, and crows too. One
day when I made a failed attempt to escape THE
WASHCLOTH FAMILY and while living in the early autumn at Judge
Rasso’s home at 65 Middle Road in Hammonton-Berryville with them; I was being taken
to the Atlanticare Med-Center in Atlantic City by ambulance, and as the
ambulance got onto the Atlantic City Expressway, a large buzzard
got no higher than twice the roof of the ambulance, and got right behind it,
and followed me
for miles while I lay on my back helpless and calling out 2 Pink Goddess for
help. What a fool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But back
to the dream now up here in January of 2023. I talked with DIANA
(Lightning) on this wild speaker and the digital sampler system had taken a
copy of the voice from that phone call in 1988 at my Moorestown house and was
able 2 me in HER own actual voice. But suddenly the room turned pitch dark, as
dark as the great Dorney Park in Allentown, PAUSAESMWG “Devi’s Cave” amusement
set. Now I was only six or seven years of age, and that was a very scary part
of the amusement park, let me tell U great folks out there!!!!!!!!!! I will
remember the utter total ass darkness of that place for the rest of me’ human
Mountainpen life. I went to go to a desk where a lamp was in the apartment,
both at 1802, as well as at O-15 at Dellway; and those 2 bedrooms had that one
same furniture arrangement system. When I got to this incredible lamp, as
always, it refused to go on. B4 the blackout leaving me in devil total
blackness, Sir Julian-Pinks, and not Philly-Esther or first girlfriends; I
remember that lamp. It was not only beyond elegant and nothing that poor folks
such as me could ever afford 2 have, but it was so incredibly gorgeous. Now it
refused to go on and again, I was in that potential death cycle of perishing in
my sleep as time and time again I would think wow, now I am finally awake, and I WAS NAUGHT
awake, Mizz 1983 AT&T BLAKE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This nightmare
began this awesome week of death siege cubed and yes, most definitely CUBAN, as
in the worst HAVANA death weapon assault against me since the past 20th
frikkin’ century!!!!!!!!!! I was MIND HACKED TWICE NOW B4 this
final attempt at telling you, me’ gwate Blogaudians, this powerhouse story, YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!
The story of the
ambulance trip involves beyond frikkin’ HUUUUUUUUUGE non-Sanders
transdimensional stuff as well, folks! The ambulance ride and my DEEDEE bird
following me is just one tiny part of it all. I won’t B able to cover anything
beyond a small part of it on this blog but I will tell U all this much. My TPB-1994
book that I copyrighted on Patty HHH-Halloween
Day 10-31-1994, officially on my post office mailed stamp on the
package from Red Bank, New Jersey, across the great Delaware Washington-Crossed River from
Philadelphia, the great experiment Naval
Ship Yard, and my mother’s world famous Lavino-Inchcape Shipping Company Office.
This book prpphesied many powerful goddamn things that are every bit as
fantastic as anything that Nostradamus ever did centuries ago, and yes folks,
if I do have to say this myself, YO BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Kessler
hospital was where the ambulance trip originated from, and also, the monster car
crash where a Spanish driver intentionally crossed the yellow line and struck
my SATURN-CAR head on and the police sided with them when I was perfectly in
the right, and they somehow managed 2 make my witness who saw the thing
happened and lived in a home right there where it did happen, vanish and
disappear completely. The crooked police on the scene were all a part of this MISOE-OPERATION, or (OPS) 4 short, and whenever I
may choose to use that. All these things, plus my mom and her wild Atlantic
City witches coven caused mystery illness, that destroyed her forever, and so
altered my life as a direct result as well, and the way things happened in two
different hospitals during the time of her major wild assault from the
spirit-worlds and their puppeteers Paula and Sarah, when I went to visit her
each time the attacks would reoccur; and it all was predicted in the book from
1994 and two years B4 it ever began to actually happen, and the name of my book
in the © Office for the entire world to see, is “The Permission Barrier”. By the way, when
I discussed the SORA/SARO deal on my previous blog, CHPT-0017, I
forgot to tell you the needed detail so it may have not then made perfect sense
2U all and so I’ll now clear it up 4U. NSA-CIA-RO. Rather than go through the
two secret agency names and since other secret shadow-government forces also R
indeed out there somewhere and hidden so well in the shadows of covert stealth,
I simply say SECRET AGENCIES, and not try to list the entire alpha-soup
collection total. Hence, SECRET-AGENCY-REGISTERED-OPERATIVES or SARO, the
alternate vowel switch of SARO is SORA, and that stood for the New Jersey
security guard test name when I lived and worked back up there in Jersey and
had to take that SORA test twice in order to legally renew my license to remain
a bonded security officer, while employed at the Cifaloglio job, and also while
there and this suddenly became law and using the Manhattan terror 9-11 strike
as a silly ass excuse, also, I had the enemies buy out my small little security
company that lovely Mizz Jennifer Washburn managed to assist me in securing my
employment there in March of 2005, shortly after jerk off Mister Jimmy Stone
fired me from my job there as a guard at Griffin Pipe Company up in Florence,
not Progressive Petersen, New Jersey-USA, ESMWG. Speaking of Cifaloglio, a few
hours ago I was just interacting there over in ‘localized-to-intermediate
hyperspace’ somewhere. I had pulled in to the main driveway front area in that
wild dream and was met by the guard who I was there to relieve. A police detail
was already there and something was going on, but I don’t recall know any of
those details. Sometimes more parts of dreams come back to me and others, as
the day wears on and we think about it, and most times, we forget more than we
remember. There was a HUUUUGE sign on the front of the place, unlike back here
in my working world part of the FDHS system. Real gigantic lettering that said
(CIFALOGLIO) was on the building, you know, like TRUMP does with his owned
properties and hotels, the dumb ass egotist on steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yesssssirrrrrrrrrr
peeps, I am in A FIGHT 4 MY VERY FUTHERMUCKING LIFE HERE, and January of 2023
is killing and murdering me, and as Lenny record-glittering promoter spoke his
magical words in 1981 to Miss Chillie on his citizens-band radio set one night
and I just happened to catch it on the McAndrew’s & Forbes CB-radio set,
that I had on randomly one night there; “There ain’t no doubt about it”!!!!!!!!!
Again, the great © Office (LOC) has copies of all of these things. I knew way
back in the early goddessdamn nineteen-eighties that instinctively I needed to
have a record there of my entire life for someday in the future, don’t ask me
how or YYYYYY I knew it, but I just knew it, world, and yesssssirrrrr, I was
absolutely emmereffing correct, was
naught Mizz lovely Blake??????????? No Professor KAKU SIUR, don’t tell
me this ain’t switching. Today, at this computer, the word program spell-check
system NO LONGER HAS THE WORD IN THEIR DICTIONARY OF GODDESSDAMN, I just now
had to freaking add it, along with omissions, switching’s, hacks, Julian and
Julia small TV sets owned by poverty me or wealthy Britswipe with looney
grandpop, and so much more!!!!!!! LIKE SUPER ASS
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WO-WO-WO-WOWSER WOWSER WO-WO,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes people I am fighting
literally here 4 my very kitty chewing life, and this is not one wee bit of a
joke, an exaggeration, or a slit huffing bunt tapping made up fish tale, not
one tiny wee butt bit of it. When I told Mister McGinty whom I had worked under
at Mars print shop back in 1977, that I could now explain to him something that
he and everyone there in 1977 wanted to understand about me, and wanted to do
just that, up in 1996 shortly after I had moved into my Somerdale death house,
he said he wanted to meet up and I can then tell him all about it. But some cousins
in his family, and very powerful and wealthy Atlantic City attorney women,
contacted his wife, and told her that her hubby better not allow me to ever
meet with me and talk to me, and yes, tha tis what happened. I may not be able
to prove this, but I know it more surely than I know that I am typing on a
computer keyboard right now on a middle freaking Thursday afternoon.
I know what I know, but not THAT I know. Only Almighty great wonderful
PINK-GODDESS can make the claim of “I AM THAT I AM” and it is right there in
our bibles to C and read 4 ourselves. Mister Cifaloglio sir, since the past few
blogs, many times HAT comes out when I am saying THAT, the “T” is hacked away.
Well, are the bus windows hacked too, lovely big Gabby S? If so, worry not, I
do not plan on ever allowing the meta-system to be converted into pure energy
from an identical matched 260 pounds of physical matter, not in AC-NJ-USA or at
Cifaloglio, or anywhere, but still granddaughter of Sara J. Karge, waterworks
Sarah Callio Martino, let us look at another extremely friggin’ magical night
right there at the transfer-station of Cifaloglio where the fish story of the
nets and the fisherman and our LORD telling these guys of fish catching to toss
their nets onto the opposite antimatter side and they caught a real ‘doozie-whopper’
amount of fish, right world? Well, Sarah told me in 5-D HS to go to the other
side of the warehouse, and then when I did that, I was suddenly instantly
magically frikkin’ transported to the following spring time in middle May, and
I saw my dead body all slumped over the steering wheel of my automobile.
END TRANSMISSION, the time is 3:40 Post Meridian.
If I am murdered in your county, Sheriff KM, it won’t be good for
you as well as me, right great sir????
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