BTAT--CHAPTER 0025

 

 

BTAT—CHAPTER 0025

Thursday, February 16, 2023

Blog start time is 10:44 Ante’ Meridian

 

 

 

 

Well, this should be the final blog done from the public terminals of Fort Pierce, Flower-Land-USA, but then, I have learned to never count chickens until hatched, bought, and the checks all clear through. The store claims that my appointment was for the following week, this week, and between you and me and all of the lamp posts of this world, I don’t care in the slightest wee bit, just so long as things eventually happen for me. As stated in a prior blog, the business world’s bottom line, and all of that jazzy hocus pocus.

 

 

Well, I am back in the late eighties and early nineties in many ways now, speaking of the types of Otammic persecutions that I have been suffering through in this horrendous recent time in my DOGTOWN-LIFE or better said, sub-existence. For right now, I am being made sick AGAIN, in some weird endless repeating cycle where it begins with a running nose, then sore throat, then coughing, then feeling plain ass lousy but with only a very slight fever, perhaps a degree to a degree and a half over normal, and then fully pulling out of the entire mess, and then a week later, the same exact fucking bull shit all over again. It is some wild type of super fucking hellish Otammic assault done by way of most likely poison jet vapor trails, despite ever since the most recent HUUUUUUUUUGE assault from this that got me sick originally, the skies are not filled with this. Still these enemies can pull off all sorts of unexplainable miracles with absolutely no rational mortal world type of logic to any of it. My point is that I have long ago stopped trying to psychoanalyze any of these SPACEFORCE or now called MISOE attacks on me. It is a futile cause and I refuse to waste any more time on a time wasting endeavor that means me no good whatsoever. As for this endless cycle-illness that at my age is just about fucking killing me; I will have to go to my PCP dock, and request some cunt eating antibiotics, as that is the only way I ever was able to stop this back in time, Mister Roofdog King of Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA; oh Latengrate sir! Do it Sir Chester-Frank, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”.

 

 

Now I wish to discuss many things already recently opened up in somewhat greater detail from earlier blogs posted B4 the year of 2022, only now, even greater still. The topic is Morianity’s favorite one, nocturnal interactions, fifth dimensional traveling, AKA dreams and dreaming. This last wordage is quite important here to begin with. The entire deal is being kept from all of humanity, and powerful forces all around me and all of you as well totally abhor, detest, and deplore me saying boo about any of it. It will, as it always does WITHOUT FRIGGIN’ FAIL, cause me great ‘woe-whiz-me problems’, please let me assure you, me’ wonderful Blogaudians out there. But ‘here we go’ anyway, and again; Sir 1971 Doctor Shriner, and yes, I totally fucked up so many times recently, saying both 1979 as well as 1977 when I meant of course to type in the only year pertaining to my time at the Church Farm School of Exton, PAUSAESMWG, 1971. SO-SAHWEE, all great Japanese Ambassador People, from WWII.

 

Dreams and dreaming are words where one is the action or verb word and one is a naming or a noun of something, and so we both have dreams, as well as experience dreaming, and although this appears 2B saying the same thing, in truth it does naught, lovely Mizz AT&T Blake from 1983, mahm! I could say stuff that would go beyond anyone’s concept of blowing your minds, and then and only then would you fully grasp my meaning here when I say that this can be verb oriented as well as noun oriented, but without actually taking things quite this far on this blog today, allow me to shorten and compress and abridge things as follows, me’ wonderful Morians/Blogaudians out here, except of course for those whom know very well who they are!!! Without reiterating how I fully admit that we all, and me included, are endlessly improving upon our ideas in life unless totally dead and stagnant; the most updated way to express some of this dream oriented stuff that pertains to what my Morianity has labeled (T-3-E), would be for me now to simply type in this most updated message that is like a great intellectually done book report and not some kid in school’s book report. The topic is TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, and here is the most updated book report from someone who today on this date in early 2023 has had a lot of time to reflect on many things over many decades, and so, here is the big story on Action-News, as they say on the ole’ boob tube. Real honest T-3-E’s are what I now pronounce as LAVES, naught leaves, not loves, but laves, as this is short for LAWTRON VIOLATING ENTITIES, OH LOVELY 1983 Mizz Blake. These entities are Purgatites or entities existing in the Timeless Purgatory, the great misunderstood realm of the so-called ‘after-life’, the ‘bardo’, the ‘death-land’, AKA by many psychics and mystics the world over for many long centuries now, as the ASTRAL PLANE. The vast majority of Purgatites eventually expend their energy in virtually limitless interactions and then they fall out of the mystical starry realm and wake up so to speak as a physical being out in the blown out 5^th dimensional hyperspace system. We of course out here in this creation or blown out BIG BANG, perceive this as one single happening or big-bang-event, and ‘Astrallites’ or ‘Purgatites’ do not see these things the same way that we do, as in truth, they separately come here after totally running out of their astral energy. This is why the big bang is what it is and then the hyperspace divides by the square of the speed of light, and then endlessly slows down from the point of creation right through the endless-present-instant of conscious connectedness. This is also why the great expansion appears to be in an endless state of being but is purely an illusion, as it is merely the point of the creation slowing down to the endless present instant, making it look to all of us that space is endlessly expanding, and that this expansion is in an endless acceleration. We humans always appear to see things in a magical reverse order to real truth. But all of this does not in any way explain or detail why we have the astral sleepers here who go into little clay blobs that shortly exist their mother’s wombs, while some do not arrive here in physicality in that manner, and are called by Morianity and Mountainpen, Type-3-Exploratrons. These entities never solidified into any physical and caporal lifetime or baby-blob. They remain ASTRAL-TRAVELERS who now have full access to our physical plane reality, yet they are in real honest truth, Astral Plane entities. For a very long time, I believed that those such as myself whom are fully onto the basic realities that lay behind these powerful secretive OZ-CURTAINS so to speak are a grouping that maybe some chosen few, eventually will be permitted to break through the control-barrier, and become full-fledged TYPE-3 and not merely TYPE-2 exploratrons. I no longer hold these contentions, and now have sort of graduated to the higher reality that no one is ever able to succeed at self-advancing from type-2 into type-3. It has to originate from the Astral-Plane, since all things here follow that powerful and Jesus Christ-taught truth, that things are always FIRST loosed there or bound there, and then, the “T” letter can be dropped off, or in other words, then it will go onto be loosed or bound HERE once it is first done THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why not? The energies of the subatomic are what is really going on, and then comes the clumping together of the atoms where the energies that did whatever they did first, will then go onto have their effects in the macro-world or post atom sized reality of this physical-plane. So all of my wisdom shared by LIGHTNING for many decades now in my human world life, still will not allow me to ever advance enough so as to be able to become a full type-3 exploratron. I remain light parsecs ahead and advanced of regular dreamers or type-1, but as a type-2, I must always remember that type-3 exploratrons are also endless steps beyond me as a type-2. Does this mean that I have no control over things? Well, in a way I do but in a way I do not, and this gets real damn ass complex folks. It is along the lines of being switched by the LAWTRON-ARMY of Purgatory, such as what would have indeed occurred with me should I have tried to prosper in any way even with mere blog-cred as it is called, back in the beginning of October in the year of 2008 with the World Series baseball game, with the Philadelphia Phillies. But just when did I make the discovery of this type of ‘cosmic-ops’ for lack of any better verbiage for my discussion; oh great people out here? It was during the last month or so of my short days residing at my Atco, New Jersey home on Norris Avenue, number 134. I was gambling in the Atlantic City casinos and one day it hit me like a ton of bricks that if I ever really was able to accomplish even some advantage over the 50-50 roulette outside bets system that I was able to now play whenever I chose, and some gigantic force out there from beyond HELL itself insisted on keeping me totally down and out poverty stricken and screwed, (CURSED) being a slightly more appropriate term; and then I could overcome or override it somehow, they would then be forced to declare absolute and total war on me, and I knew it as surly as I knew I was driving a beat up and banged up old Pontiac-Bonneville automobile that was blue in color and was age twenty-eight years. I was beyond oppressed by this knowledge and I remember quite distinctly sharing this with my at-the-time-pal Jim Burr. He laughed just as he did about Mike Gutherman and also about my brainstorm concept that struck me hard a few months earlier and also while in Atco, that SATAN as Christians and Sir Jim Burr calls the forces against me, was too busy to target me any longer in this family nightmare from HELL so he switched things to where he got actual physical people here on the Earth and in mortal life to now hate me and want to destroy me so he could then go onto fry larger fish and yet I would still be every bit as much totally porked and fucked until the day that I die. Yes, Jim laughed at many things, yet he expected me to take all of his shit totally seriously and listen and follow all of his shit like he was some sort of a cunt lapping god or whatever, Congressman Bob 1975 old pal, and sir!!! But I am getting far afield here and need to begin taking these expansion tangents and start to intertwine them all together a wee bit better for all of you out there, YO BRO! I could spend literally a decade of straight typing and still fail to tell the entire tale of how the many years of my gambling in the Atlantic City casinos all connect up with the rest of my life, in some totally perfect jigsaw puzzle picture, that could be framed on a large wall to depict quintessential reality of the Mountainpen. It is one HUUUUUUUUUGE deal, and IPYT great folks. Just over 2,000 words now on this blog, and I’ve told practically nothing. Golly gash darn gee whiz willigars coin dealers, fat happy people, and great 1988 copyrighted © musical projects followed by internet stories online called Morianity!!!! So WOW THAT, NANA-HUNTINGTON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

So B4I forget, let’s tie in the dream phenomenon with the rest of the world in ways that perhaps are more easy for the majority of people to be willing to digest, or be able to digest. An Astral Plane entity as they expend their final energy, and then begin their dream down onto this plane of physicality; starts to enter into what we can relate to or most dreamers who remember their dreaming experiences. The cycle dreams, the dreams within dreams, within dreams, and so on. Many have had these, despite them being somewhat rare. Patty HHH and her friend from India knew that there is a limit for moving in the ‘dream-world’ one to another and going deeper, and so why not see the truth that in order to get here from there, we are actually getting shallower and slowly becoming physical, and hey, it is no different than applying the mathematical concept of subtraction being a mere inversion of addition, in other words, if 3+3=6 then 6-3=3. So if we go deeper and slowly back into Astrallity as we are in these cycle dreams, then the inverse-truth involved here is quite simple. As we come off of the Purgatorial existence and are diving by the square of the velocity of the photon, (divided by C-sq.), we grow more and more “slowly-physical” until we are able to jump into the ‘dream-concept’ of being a tiny little blob, called a baby!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

These truths may definitely appear 2B quite difficult 2 swallow good peeps, but you know what; you cannot say that my information defies logic as deep down inside you all know very well that it is backed up with good sound mathematics and makes a whole damn hell of a lot of sense as well. And who out here has ever fully rationally made sense out of why indeed the scientific community has proven that the cosmos is endlessly expanding as well as being in an acceleration process to do this? Seeing the dream-world as a GATEWAY into and out of the ASTRAL PLANE, is the only true way not only to make sense out of so much other stuff, but it also explains the endless unexplained mysterious on goings all around us, who and what is really and truly happening, and who they are, the EXPLORATRONS, so allow me now to finish this up for today. The T3E are indeed the TRAVELERS, the Star Trek-Roddenberry “Kazinski’s” from the LOIS-FOCA 1980 songs which as we all know was seven years B4 Roddenberry’s traveler, but then, long B4 Diana ever caused me to choke, we did have back in the 60’s, Mister Gene’s fantastic knowledge/wisdom/whatever Bob Andrews of 1975 Sir, Mister Warp-Drive inventor Sir Zephram Cochran, and yes, right down to the universal translator and without any medical labs or assistants from the great future!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

As for the fantastic other 60’s television show we all know and love, especially those that are old enough to remember the original airing of this, from back in the middle nineteen-sixties, “Dark Shadows”; the entire show originate as does everything from the great timeless Purgatory. Now anyone who buys the box set, or just borrows this from the library to save more than half a grand of money, can see several beyond fucking powerful things involved here. First, the parallels to my life are beyond mathematically possible, and also, listen to all of the interviews that follow the ten shows on each of these DVD discs, and you cannot miss how the actual human beings were used by ASTRAL FORCES, since the main part of all of it was so underplayed, an di know that this is NAUGHT BEING ONE BIT FAKED, oh world, believe me when I say that I totally know this!!!!!!!!!! When they talk about the plot of the Leviathan Cult, they all act as though it was some inconsequential and unimportant part of the show, when in truth, the entire show IS, WAS, and WILL ALWAYS BE, 100% about this and nothing else!!! In this, lies ultimate hyper time power. Believe that, peeps out there, if you choose naught to believe one other fucking thing ever spoken by the Mountainpen on his Morianity project, YO YO YO YO ME’ BREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! The creators of this super marvelous show, as well as the actors playing all of the various parts in it; were as CLUELESS WEIRD CHORD AMERICAN-KIDS on steroids as it gets, and IPYT, lovely Muscles-Mo non-Milituforce-Otammite lovely girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I believe that if the great Mister McNulty were here right now that he would be chiming in to say right about now, “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AH”, and Sir CF would also be adding his somewhat now famous line of, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!

 

 

But beyond just the Dark Shadows television show’s great Leviathan Cult which Astrally is indeed the same exact truth as the LAMBRIGG-CULT, and which is part of the controlling and governing Purgatorial system that is known only by a handful of ‘mortal-worlders’ as the Millionth Council; is another inescapable truth and this being my home in Purgatory, the one and only “RICKTOWN MANOR”, situated right on Linelane #9910, or (Astral Highway). This is where the great lovely Lightning Goddess Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis lives with me there, and always has and always will, and is why of course, in my Flower wing (Collinwood) as it is called in the television show, SHE is always flashing all around the place. B4 any of you out there even begin to seriously wonder or doubt anything about the story of Morianity and the Mountainpen here, let me further remind you that long B4 the great Dark Shadows or its fantastic writers ever did those two movies after the 1970’s arrived, called, “Night of Dark Shadows” and “House of Dark shadows”, I had that wild December-1969 interaction where this incredible goddess being teenaged girl, identified herself to me as clear as a tinkling church bell, and even spelling out her name for me, K-R-A-S-S-L-E, and that the pretty little girl on these movies was given the name of SARAH KASSEL. I do not know how it was spelled, only that it was definitely pronounced as KRASSLE without the “R” LETTER!!!!!!!!!

 

 

Yes I fully believe that as our true self begins running out of the last depleted energies in our Astrallity that we then begin to slowly stabilize into our waking-dreams here on this Physical Plane reality. Anyone out here who refuses to see the ‘Dark Shadows’ story, the fact that I am truly MC’s dad no matter how the world may laugh at me, and finally, that there is some giant HUNTINGTON CURSE ON THIS 3,000+ YEAR OLD FAMILY and that I am the present-generation’s CHOSEN HUNTINGTON to take the curse, is blinder than ten fucking vampire bats wearing Covid-Masks over their eyes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I feel that that if I were in a court of law where evidence is very hard to legally introduce, and a fair court unlike most of the current USA systems under political and billionaire control and corruption, that I would have a pretty damn good chance of ending up with a successful trial, BRAHHH!!!

 

 

To end things on this blog 4 today YO, let me quickly tell you about a famous to the local Atlantic City area, psychic lady who called herself JULIA, and had a large sign on the JULIAN HORSE PIKE (Black) ever since I was a boy up in New Jersey-USA. When I was in my mindboggling mode of being on a fantastic quest to find and locate this incredible girl who came to me in that 12-1969 dream, and whom I did know from seeing her on her street in AC-NJ-USAESMWG, over a series of eight summer vacations at the Trinidad Hotel, and who used to beam lovely smiles at me early in the morning when I would leave the hotel to go up to the boardwalk to rent a bicycle for an hour as many vacationers to that resort town also did, I employed numerous psychics to help me as I was getting absolutely nowhere at the speed of light. I will never forget this being and she was not someone who people would forget, yet when I tried to locate her just 28 years or so later on, none of the locals could remember her or anything about her. It was totally beyond mysterious. One day I went to see the great psychic Mizz Julia at her famous place on the Julian horse Pike, and she spoke to me in some wild type of gibberish. It wasn’t until approximately twenty years later when Trump was running for president and discussing his past dealings in Atlantic City, that several statements that were made to me by her, that I never forgot despite it going over my head at the time; hit me like a ton of heavy semi-wet dog shit, squared!!!!!! I am naught going to even begin attempting to tackle this right now today, but I will be getting into it, believe me world. She was discussing becoming a being, and how all other than for a tiny few residents of this world can ever boast of this feat. She also said stuff that made no sense whatsoever unless we took stuff spoken of by Sir DJT when he ran in 2016, and he discussed how he no longer had any connections in that town, and this is a direct quote from him I assure and promise you all of this, “I got out of Atlantic City”. I want to talk about this all now but time is getting away from me and I have too much other shit that must be done today, starting with an appointment coming up right here at this library with a technician who is going to spend half an hour helping me learn some stuff concerning my new Galaxy-android Cellphone. I need to wrap up and will only say that this connects what I said in my previous blog concerning how Patty and Merry had no connection whatsoever with parallel event and the dog shit involved with it, only that is naught quite 100% true, there is a nasty-ass little connection and whether they had anything directly to do with it or naught lovely Mizz AT&T Blake, it still was indeed a reality with me in 1986 while I was residing at 1931 Marlton Pike Route #70 in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG. It has to do with ice hockey, the Philadelphia Flyers Team, and the awesome WGBS-Philly-57 ultra-high frequency television station, yes sir, oh wonderful Bob McDowell of the illustrious and great FCC (Federal Communications Commission), and yes, unlike poor old Sir Bruce Alan Pennock, I am hopefully naught your whittle dick in the mouth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, Julia on the Julian, AND THEN POW-BAM and great Chef-Emeril Sir; without any new shows, kings, or holiday bank closings on other horse-pike roads; we can and we will be getting back to all of these things, oh mighty Mister Rockford Maverick Punches, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

It is now 1:27 Post Meridian, and I must close out for now, oh brown eyed cow, KAL, KALI, cow-LEO, granddaughter of SKJ without any help from works or dreams, huh lovely Latengrate Mizz DAGS??????????

 

 

THIS BLOG ENDS TRANSMISSION FOR TODAY.