BTAT—CHAPTER 0020
FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 3, 2023 @ 1:30 P.M.
This will be a blog
about numerous recently mentioned things without any attempts to pull an entire
story together from all of its parts. B4 we get started, I am under a new
aerial death siege today that began around the noon time at home with nasty
loud assaulting choppers and other loud crafts. As many know only too well,
since restarting up this project back last September, I have taken a dozen
items of my past throughout my life ever since the goddamn sixties and over a
half century ago in time, and shown in a very basic yet indisputable way the
major connections to the entire whole of this once thought of as numerous
separate pie pieces. Hey maybe some out here choose to disagree with my
connecting these parts, but I know that many folks do see things a wee bit
clearer and more intensely now as a result of my retelling this entire tale in
this new light since late in 2022. Yes, today is a
brand new air-siege from the MISOE and the MISOE is basically a resulting factor of my
interactions in the eighties with TRUMP & WINN. I
know this beyond one tiny shadow of doubt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Also B4 tackling today’s
project, allow me 2 tell you all that the
January death siege on me was a new low 4 these diseased shits on steroids.
Still, with recent discoveries from seeing a few scattered news broadcasts on
streaming videos, I came to learn that absolutely nothing new is going on as it
never does, not with me, not with you either. Nothing new is ever under the sun,
and just as the old saying goes. TRUMP was under oath concerning his garbage
company and as he does every time he is in some kind of a hot seat, HE PICKS ON
ME. Does this mean he himself does these things? Be real butt wipes, of course
that is not what I mean. Anyone with LOTS OF MONEY and POWER, who wants something
done, simply PAYS FOR IT 2B DONE!!!! If I have 2 tell any of you
this, then I am talking to second and third graders in grammar school and am
wasting my time completely on a 17+ year blog-project.
Yes, the year
and the first month of it started out for me quite putrid and devastating to
say it politely and under exaggerated. Why I am alive right
now in all honesty is anyone’s very best guessing
guests guess. This applies to any and all I-CHING spirit-travelers
or game lovers in general, as well as those who may be pure unadulterated
wannabee’s. I know that I make a big deal out of certain particular events in
my life but peeps, I guarantee you that you would be doing the very same thing
if these things had all happened 2U, unless you’re 100% totally damn braindead,
YO BRO!!!!! I admit that maybe we do not all have the very same reactions to events
and items in our waking or our non-waking lives. No two peeps are the same, just as with
snowflakes, finger prints, and many other things. The reason for this is in the
subatomic world, a
snowflake is a gigantic infinity with virtually limitless size and potential
for variation. The magic word here to remember folks is relativeness.
In Planck-time the grain of sand that we try and see on our fingertip is many
universes large in a relative size. In fact, within this timeless purgatory, is
a vast area that would be unlimited times larger than our entire universe.
These are facts and choosing to believe this stuff doesn’t change anything one
tiny wee bit. Quickly allow me to refresh your memories on what Planck-time is.
This is the very first reality that existed in what in a time-world-reference
could be thought of as AFTER the SINGULARITY yet B4 the blow out into this 5th
dimensional hyperspace that we now all share our lives and interact in. The
problem here is that until that 5th dimensional hyperspace comes
into being, there is no B4 or after of anything, as time can only exist inside
of the five dimensions of length, width, depth, motion, and parallel atomic
vibratory inter-realities. Without that magical 5-D
system, there is no time, and this is why the atom bomb worked; that
along with the fact that mass and energy are the same exact thing, and only
convert one to another with the additional factor of squaring the velocity of
the photon. This
is why power times time equals energy, and why energy cannot ever
equate to just power by itself. These are LAWTRONIC
SYSTEMS, or merely called the physical laws, by humans here in the waking world of this Earth-Planet. But
today is not about this stuff and yes Mister powerful Rockford and pals, we can
and we will, get back to all of these things. But I am here today to prove 2U
all that I INDEED AM IN HELL. I am here
to verify a lot of things, perhaps not quite in court-evidence quality, but it
is good enough for me on my blog-project, the ‘BOM’!!!!!! Nobody in any human world has had half of
these wild things happen to them, that have all happened to me;
and that is the article one so to speak
in my declaration of HELL-PROOFS. Article two
is every bit as powerful as article one. The Bible, that 80% of this entire planet in various ways,
uses as the basis of their numerous religious faiths; makes a clear claim
and an absolute promise that is not subject to anyone’s personal
interpretation, not even mine. It promises that
nobody anywhere at any time can possibly be involved, from womb through to
their final breaths and the tomb beyond that, or is able to go through anything
that is completely and totally uncommon to the rest of human kind.
If you are unsure about what I am saying, have your local church preacher show
you in the BIBLE where this is, as you will be taken to chapter and verse, I
don’t make stuff up. Anyone who has managed to read between 10 and 50 percent
of my entire blog project (THE BOM)
knows that this scriptural promise is somehow way off base in the case of
Mister Mountainpen. Yes sir, Morianity and Mountainpen is in violation of
promises made in the scriptures, and the world knows it. I don’t need to
continue on forever and ever preaching this. Now many Christians that I suffered with
throughout decades of my life, use a self-comforter
concept as I call it, with me. They say, these
things apply ONLY 2 CHRISTIANS. They then of course jeer and frown
at me, sometimes adding it in with words and sometimes keep it to mere facial
expression and ugly throat noises, saying with or without words, “and you are
not one”. How I will always see in my mind just how Jesus would probably give a
smerky-smile should HE be here during those times. Who
the Dogtown are these peeps to judge me, world? Things I have never
told back when I was beginning this project after a two and a half year
shut-down, back at my new residence, with things just such as this with
surrounding nabes, my endlessly repeating and continuing patterns, and without the mighty Sir James
T. Burr involved to chime in with his “Continue, it will just continue and
continue”, from back in 1976, on that horrendous telephone frikkin’
call that day, from my apartment there at Carriage Lamp in Clementon,
NJUSAESMWG. Sometimes I refer to ‘the joint’ there Mister Winn of EX-ATLANTIC CITY,
as the “Magical Apartments of Nomenclature, or 4 short, Carriage Lamp Apartments, AKA the MAN, not the
law, no world, simply, “THE MAN” so how about a great big laughing 1971 belly
rolling AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, Mister Mike McNulty???
Yes sir, Mister Dark shadows Carol Collins,
“queen of the
boardwalk cities” does describe that great place so wonderfully, and
even right down to the damn “salt water taffy”, and good old globally famous Frailenger’s who someone forgot
to educate these Word-Programs of. Do it, Chester-Frank, do it,
“WEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!! If you’re still alive Mister John Carlen sir, I’ll bet
you would be the one out of all the others on this show that just might believe
this wild true tale from the Mountainpen, you and possibly Mizz Lara Parker, as
she seems to be someone whom in real life wishes to know all these truths. I
gather these things from watching the fantastic interviews after the regular
ten shows on each DVD-disc. Should either of you ever become aware of the BOM
before you exit this dream here and return to purgatorial existence, I am
always willing to share my truths at any level it may be desired. You can bet
that on these blogs, I am limited to many things and can never tell all that I
want to as already the enemies have tried to remove me twice in less than half
a year’s time. I wish to quickly mention this. As you all know, after posting
up number 0015 chapter, I was reported
again, and messed with by this enemy, whoever it, or they are. Cowards,
screen-hiders, never come out and discuss things, they are total yellow bellies, oh wonderful
General George Patton, and he and I deplore and despise yellow belly cowards.
Someone at the library was kind enough to try and contact the blogger site
itself and leave them my contact number, and ask them to describe in better
detail just what I am not allowed to say on their site. The site was reminded
that I now put
the entire blogs behind the sensitive-content warning screen, and whoever is
doing this to me may have a personal agenda, and what right to they have to do
this? The next time I looked, the red triangle objection notices
were all removed from my dashboard chapter blocks, other than the one they left
up from ‘alpha-tweet-O’ from back last year. The blogger dot com site now has been made
aware that this is a violation of my civil rights, and if it keeps up and I am able
to get a good law suit going against those trying to thwart me from telling my
true story to the world, they too can be named in the suit. I am
all for rules and guidelines, but the site needs to be more specific on what I
am doing wrong before they ever totally just shut me down. No part of my story is a lie, it does not defame
anyone as when I say a song was stolen and name who
stole it, I am more than willing to go to court TODAY on the matter.
All the things done to me are real, BLOGGER DOT COM; so why don’t you ever stop
this stupid online only policy, and have an attorney get with my attorney, SIR SWAP, and we will
go into a FULL SCALE BATTLE, any time you people out here wish to go to war
with me, I AM MORE THAN DAMN READY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have done nothing wrong, it is these people who I
accuse on my blogs WHO HAVE WRONGED ME FOR 4+ DECADES NOW and it is still
ongoing, YO YO YO YO YO ME’ BREEEEEEEE!!!!!
I want something on the record. Just as the Christian Bible goes
into the 42 begets, I will now list the magical ‘33’ addresses of the
Mountainpen all in his one human present lifetime.
I just want one place on this BOM-project to officially contain this following
information, oh wonderful sweet adorable wuvwee world: So HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA,
BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
Levittown-Pennsylvania
at the age of 4 years and my first contact with Lightning (1), Quakertown at
the mobile home on Harold Schatt’s Farm on top of a huge hill at the foot of a
cornfield (2), Atlantic City on Richmond Avenue one block from Atlantic Ocean
(3), Philadelphia at 2041 Chestnut Street apartment 24-A (4),
Westmont-NJUSAESMWG at 125-A Haddon Hills Apartments (5), Oaklyn-NJUSAESMWG at
O-15 Dellway Arms Apartments on Oakland Avenue (6), Lindenwold-NJUSAESMWG at
1118 Linden Hill apartments (7), Stratford-NJUSAESMWG at ‘Mister Greenberg’s’
owned Apartments on Laurel road across from JFK-Hospital (8), Clementon-NJUSAESMWG
at Carriage Lamp apartments #554 White Horse Pike (9), Blackwood-NJUSAESMWG at
212 Cressmont Avenue Cherrywood Estates (10), Williamstown-NJUSAESMWG Main
Street Doris Plum’s owned apartment building #7 (11), Mantua- NJUSAESMWG 112
East 5th Avenue (12), Voorhees- NJUSAESMWG 1802 Robin Hill
Apartments at 4th & Preston (13), Atco-NJUSAESMWG 134 Norris
Avenue (14), Voorhees-NJUSAESMWG 506 Robin Hill Apartments at 4th
& Preston (15), Cinnaminson-NJUSAESMWG 1408 Highland Avenue (16),
Williamstown-NJUSAESMWG Highview Apartments #3E (17), Cherry Hill-NJUSAESMWG
1931 Route 70 (18), Woodlyn-NJUSAESMWG 1700 Woodlyn Avenue (19), Moorestown-NJUSAESMWG
114 West Central Avenue (20), Voorhees-NJUSAESMWG 1102 Robin Hill Apartments at
4th & Preston (21), Gibbsboro-NJUSAESMWG on Route 561, home
number forgotten (22), Williamstown-NJUSAESMWG Highview Apartments #2D (23), Somerdale-NJUSAESMWG
112 Harvard Avenue (24), Blue Anchor-NJUSAESMWG 231 Route 73 South (25),
Hammonton-Mullica-NJUSAESMWG 3100 South White Horse Pike Mullica Mobile Manor
Lot#10 (26), Hammonton-NJUSAESMWG 65 Middle Road (27), Hammonton-NJUSAESMWG 831
13th Street (28), Fort Pierce-Florida Hotel on Route 1 followed one
week later by across the street RV-park Manatee Mobile Manor lot number
forgotten (29), Fort Pierce-Florida 26th & Avenue E (30), Fort
Pierce-Florida 601 Avenue B Apartment #607 (31), my present address needs not
be printed due to many enemies ((32).
Funny is it naught Mizz AT&T Blake; I forgot the
number for Misses Meeker’s home that I rented for three years in Gibbsboro,
across the 561 road from the FBI-agent’s place, that was hidden down a private
lane behind the home right at the street? I forgot only recent stuff after that
as well. But far back, all the way to age four years and while residing in the
home rented by my parents in Levittown, Pennsylvania, I remember all of it as
clearly as a tinkling ass bell. Now B4 Levittown, I did live with my parents at
several places for very short times such as Philadelphia’s famous Hill House
Apartments, a place near my father’s family’s joint in Toledo, Ohio, and even
at my parents parent’s home in West Philly at 440 south 50th Street,
the place where my mom dropped me on my head on the street, and obviously
world, my kid got a real kick out of that, or did when she told Oprah Winfrey
about it. Hey, who out here really honestly believes that over 100 major things
in that 2009 project can all BE ONE HUGE GIGANTIC COINCIDENCE??????????
Gimme’ a break, to quote Cuzz Donnie-boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In any event, I lived
in a whole damn lot of places, huh world? Yes sir,
I truly was yo-yo’d and bounced around, just as my music song lyrics
made claim to back in 1988 while living at the Moorestown joint, huh Mister
Winn? YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!
But what does all of this have to do with being in HELL,
and the two clauses listed earlier? Well, I have more clauses to both list and
discuss, so bear with me folks, willya’ pweeeeeeeeeze??????? Without getting
anyone with Beverly Hills zip codes too wet and or excited here allow and
permit me to say that I will now follow up a wee bit on the HELL-CLAUSES; and with all of the wild and scared
and digitally sampled keyboard sounds all notwithstanding here.
I have listed the huger
clauses yes, but smaller ones needn’t be ignored or written off by a damn
longshot. Things like never getting a bassline when going to a recording studio
with tunes to have recorded, and then on top of that, forgetting to even notice
it until I am home and it is over and paid for and too late to do squat about
it. All the tricks to make music sound better from adding stuff to voices and a
nice simple bass track and many things are a mere example that if it happens in
a lifelong pattern, someone has to be in some organized something or ‘whatever’
to quote me’ ole’ 1975 pal mister Bob Andrews, to make a person’s entire life
fail. This is not paranoia. But take all these things that my blog has ever
spoken of, along with these things, along with the fact that our bibles promise
that things too beyond OZ-Weird just cannot happen to peeps in the waking
world, well, that means a person is in HELL. Let us really go beyond these
things. How can I have a magical daughter, and how can all of this be real in
some world, if this is not really at least for me Mister Padgett, HELL? How can
Einstein say that the only way to beat the casino game of Roulette is to cheat when
the dealer turns his back and then I am given the way to do it called PARALLEL EVENT, and given this by the most
powerful force on this entire planet? But let’s go a bit further still, shall
we old world? Then all this shit ever since 1986 that had to do with using this
parallel event in the New Jersey casinos then be the same thing that turned
around and has made my entire life ONE HUUUUUGE “MONSTER-ASS
NON-NICK”, LIVING HELL ever since?????????? The very thing that the
greatest genius claimed cannot be done was done, and then after that, the very
thing that was all of this to start fucking with peeps, turns around and kicks
my goddamn ass day in and day out year after year, decade after decade, Bob
Barker after Bob Barker, and forget other magical hyperspace gamesmen and wild
Cali apartment parking lots, huh Mister Carey???????? Huh, all goddamn Mister
Carey’s????????????????????? And I am NAUGHT IN H-E-L-L, LOVELY MIZZ AT&T BLAKE? Are you seriously trying to kid fudging me
folks????????
We can go on and on for
months without stopping for a damn seck and you all know it. I have long proven
my story, and whoever
out here who is trying to get it stopped is the one most likely who knows it
more than all, and in all of its damn ass power!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who
the dog poop shum-shum is kidding who for crissake? The very same thing that I
used to beat the Atlantic City casinos back in the year of 1986 ends up
magically and mysteriously somehow wiping out my entire life. It is not rocket
science. Einstein knew that all things connect and decades later we proved a
lot more about why they do and why this is all true, and they named it
STRING-THEORY. Very basically put lovely Judge Judy; the very same thing that
makes these things all really magically connect into each other, also causes
parallel events. Put and worded a wee bit better perhaps, it causes things to
be seemingly in time patterns to be more or less connected to each other. There
is no subatomic rhyme nor reason why someone who goes to a roulette table by
pure chance and bets 1000 dollars for RED to come out over black, totally
clueless to the parallel event at that time being that the past two hours of
numbers being spun at that particular gaming wheel, after every ODD and LOW
(1-18) number, only 5 BLACK numbers followed but 38 RED numbers did follow. I
don’t know why Trump and Winn and the powerful people of the Planet Earth and
Wall Street are in this particular parallel event of whenever Mark Wayne Mohr
is DOWN they are UP and vice versa, BUTTTTTTTTTT, big ass goddamn BUTT peeps,
it is in that parallel event, and the reasons don’t matter, not to me, not even
to them. They just know that it is good to use this system, as I did in those
goddamn casinos back in 1986. This parallel event could magically switch, but
all odds are it won’t, or to quote ADA Ron Wirtz Senior from the Camden County
Prosecutor’s Office back in 1991, “Not in my lifetime”. These diseased pricks
simply know that if I am down, they are up. Now if that was all there was to it
folks, fine and dandy. The evil criminal part is not the innocent parallel of
these events. It
is the misuse of this. To get their way, and take over the
financial systems as they’ve done ever since 1986, and anyone who has lived
through the period knows this is the only possible explanation for the entire
mess; but to get this all to go in their favor, they INTENTIONALLY HAVE WIPED OUT MY ENTIRE
LIFE, AND THEY PURSECUTE ME, AND HARASS ME, AND EVEN INJURE MY PATHETIC
PHYSICAL BODY, and this has gone on year after year and decade after decade for
40 goddamn years now; lads and lassies out here, and many of you
know this all and only too goddamn well, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Chester would be chiming in perhaps right about now with his
somewhat world-famous “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”, would he naught, oh lovely Mizz
AT&T BLAKE? WHAAAAAAAAA-HA-AHA-AHA-AAAAABIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I said
recently in a prior blog, this is why I almost cannot watch shows and movies
with characters being forever disbelieved and thought of as making stuff up or
being just plain crazy, when they of course R-NAUGHT, MIZZ BLAKE. Mizz Blake is
another perfectly good example here, oh world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Christ
Almighty; she kept telling me that no one could get onto my telephone line that
early day in May of 1983. Only someone could, as she did. Lovely Diana was able to, because she has to be LIGHTNING,
in her true-ness, AND WITHOUT ANY OLD SHIPPING MAGNET boyfriends with cabins in
the woods where Diana was very unhappy in because SHE IS ELECTRICITY. But Mizz
Blake just kept on insisting that day that no one could get on my line, despite
the fact that they did, oh, hey, is this one of the virtually limitless parts
to my clause-list, great fwolks out here? My best to you lovely DR, and the
entire family of Motor town. My best to the BJ family in its entirety as
well!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester-Frank sir.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MAGNESONIC, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO AND YOU KNOW HOW AND WHEN AND WHERE
TO DO IT ALL.
I must end for now, major crash and major junk happening and library
closes very soon.
END TRANSMISSION.
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