MPN OF 2023—CHAPTER 008
LATE WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON, MARCH 8, 2023
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION----4:22 POST MERIDIAN
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, & AKA THE-'BOM'
Folks, naught the BOB, that was a recent mind-hack-typographical error AKA a typo, and or other such prior blog hacks and errors, abbreviated into 'PBHE's'. So a great big 'butterCHEESE' butt, and spellchecker altered with a simple 'ENTER-KEY' “WEEEEEE”-WOW-WOWZER-YO YO, BROADCASTED BRO, YO!!!!!!!
So as I stated B4 folks, my inability 2 grow an audience has absolutely nothing whatsoever 2 do with my message, unusual and quintessentially weird and Cathy-Cody-Carrie-weirdo as it may indeed all B. It has 2 do with insufficient astral-energies whereby entities who dream out and away here in the 5-D hyperspace of the “BIG-BANG”, just R not able 2 grasp this enough 2 wish 2 become a follower and get the message of their lives. Those who become the enlightened human-masters living amongst us, from the great Buddha, to the great ECK-Masters, 2 all of them; not including the son of GOD, the Lord Jesus, as thisssssssssss really IS GOD, and not just some well enlightened human being; but folks my message is simple 'heredahelda', and yes Sir speLLchecker, my message is also quite SIMPLE 'HERE'. All of the kingdoms of entities lower than humans from animals down to fish, insects, birds, and even the total varieties of microbiological organisms; have approximately one-one-thousandths of the energetic astral value or (EAV) as I'll use 4 a shortened abbreviated future insertion on my following blogging texts, of those who dream-down here physically and become human beings. However, those who dream off of the purgatorial existence as enlightened human beings have approximately 1,000 times greater EAV of those REGULAR PERSONS. I don't say this 2 brag, it is like that original SUPERMAN movie where Clark Kent's dad is discussing bragging and showing off with his son Clark, after buttwipe Brad from school was taunting him earlier that day over at the football practice field. It simply is the goddessdarn truth, and in fact, it is naught something that is making me one wee bit happy. It is also Y folks, I am not able 2 ever gain a blogaudianship of more than approximately 30K pageviews per annum. This powerful reality struck me like lightning just a week ago out of the blue, and who knows; It probably was LIGHTNING who was influencing my thoughts, just as was what happened 2 me one late winter day in a bathtub early on the wintertime of the year of 1986, over at a place in good old New Jersey, called the Highview Apartments. We R going 2B talking a whole lot more on thisssssssssss and other related topics, as other blogs continue on; and right now YO, I AM UNDER A TRUCKING GIGANTIC AND TOTALLY FREAKING HUUUUUUUUGE SPACE-BAR-HACK ON THIS DARN ASS 'CUM-PUKE-HER' me' folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am doing more correcting than I am doing typing, YO!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and super-ass total-WOW!!!!!!!
Recently I tried to learn ways 2 market
higher traffic 2 blogs. Only it won't work 4 me.
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MY BLOGAUDIANS WILL NO LONGER BE ABLE TO FOLLOW THESE THINGS, OR SEE IT ALL FOR THEMSELVES
THE GREAT AND POWERFUL CHEATING ICPE-APE DOW JONES STOCK MARKET, THAT LOVES TERRORISTS AND WORLD DISASTERS, AS THE CHARTS QUITE CLEARLY INDICATE!!!!!!!!!!! Only, WHAT CHART, world?
We all know that proofs given by me R always removed.
FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION:
THEY MESS WITH MY PROPERTY, AND MY COMPUTER IS HACKED, AND MY SKIT IS WRECKED AND DESTROYED; JUST SO THEY CAN ALWAYS STAY IN A NEVER ENDING MOTHER MUCKING BULL RALLY ON THIS SICK DISEASED RUNT CHEWING STOCK MARKET OF THEIRS; AND YOU ARE ALL A BUNCH OF MAJOR MOTHER PLUCKERS, FOR NOT RENDERING ASSISTENCE TO ME, OR BELIEVING MY TALE FROM FRIKKIN' HELL, THAT I HAVE SWORN LEGALLY UNDER OATH IS 100% THE TRUTH, AND YOU CAN PUT ME ON ANY STAND IN ANY COURT; AS I WILL SAY THIS SAME THING TO THE GREAT WISE 9 SOULS ON THE DUCKING BUNT HILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH POOR WHITTLE ANITA!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, how about a whittle capping magic??
DECEMBER 29, 2015,
TUESDAY NIGHT AT 10:20,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 74 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE TODAY-------(H-84/L-70).
RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 94%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 78.
WIND IS SE AT 3, WITH GUSTS TO 18.
TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 24
Jumping mole hogs cubed; there are things I won't even begin to understand or figure out if I had five hundred years to just sit here and think on it all, YO! Today, it was hotter than a darn Hottentot, to quote my late great wonderful whittle mommy dearest!!! She wouldn't have said dam. Maybe once every few years when I was really upsetting her, she would say, “Mark, damn you”. They say maybe when your own mother dam's you, even once, you're officially damned, and then GOD honors the request. Maybe All-Knowing Fascitar-PPK and great coworker of moms would know about such things. Folks, I don't have any inside dealings with any of these wonderful folks, and for all I know, she could be back in SDK, to quote the way mortals think of things with their zero understanding of time and eternity. Aniwho, BRO; I went to the 'Deals $ Store' today, which is like a semi-dollar store. I needed to buy some things, not that I couldn't have waited for next week, but now, it is done, and all I have to deal with are appointments up in 'Oven Beach' with sike. Other Floridians call it Vero Beach, but hey, I love to be dam different, and it is a hot spot up there in VERO, YO!!!!!!!
THOSE FRIKKIN' DAYS R OVER!
HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sarah-Stacey Krassle was with me in my spirit last night, after I left my body behind to go to ''sleep''. I only remember that she comforted me and was very nice to me. It was beyond awesome, and way beyond bloggable, if I wish to keep at all in any kind of a semi-safety zone, here in my ''waking-life''! We have some real mother frikkin' nerd chewers in this building. The same nasty giant sluts that love to rush the elevator when I try to exit from it without giving it a thought, give me a dirty look for just beginning to approach it, and then backing up and saying excuse me politely. This will reach a point where I will have a darn discussion with my Resident Manager, Mizz Debra Marotto, as well as go straight to the PHA local Office where I pay my rent by check every month, and leave a note in my rent envelope to the employees of the PHA, as I have had it with their mucking darn bull skit around here; like these fat ugly cows own the mother ducking town or something. What a waste, buttwipe.
YOU NEED 2 WAKE UP MWMM, I'M UP HERE IN 2023.
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
AND THIS IS ONLY THE VERY BEGINNING. THIS IS HOW THEY TURN MARKETS AROUND, OVER, AND OVER, AND OVER, FOR THIRTY MOTHER FOOKING YEARS NOW; BY PERSECUTING ME TO MY RUNT CHEWING MISERABLE GRAVE, WITH ASSAULTS SO BAD, THAT NONE OF YOU FRIKKIN' BUTTHOLES WOULD EVER SURVIVE THEM!!!!!!!!
Yes peeps, the reason I cannot grow an audience and just endlessly keep an approximate 'pageviews'-hits number per year of thirty-K is because only a tiny handful of peeps have sufficient astral energy 2B able 2 appreciate the BOM-BLOGS, it truly is just that HENNINGSEN SIMPLE, codename REDJOHN, codename MOUNTAINPEN-KARGE star travelers of 1896 © Copyrighted Music Projects.
END TRANsdimensional, and END TRANSMISSION.
LIKE SUPER FRIKKIN-WEEEE-WOW-WOWZER, YO!!!!!
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 008
EARLY WEDNESDAY MOUUUUUUUUUURNING, MARCH 8, 2023
12:30 ANTE' MERIDIAN, BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I am under a very bad night death siege that started around full-moon rise last night, a wee bit shy of seven in the evening. Recently the SPAMM skuzball enemies have been slow-running my ROKU-TV-system for close 2 a week now, and then it totally froze up last night 4 about the futhermucking bleepity bloopity ******* *** ***** ****** *** ******* 6th time now, since I've been using this ENEMY-CONTROLLED service and each time this occurs 4 me, I can always depend on an eventual total freeze up, then somehow it just magically cures itself by going back to the license display page for a minute give or take, then finally returning 2 the homepage and then it is fully operational again. I am going 2 contact the Federal Communications Commission again with a doozie-whopper of a goddessdog complaint, I assure you all of that!!! At the same time of the major freeze-up, the same aerial death siege private plane that dogs me during major death persecutions began 2 whirl around my residence at near-crash levels and this 2 my knowledge, still has naught abated 4 me, Mizz 1983 Blake, mahm'. When sieges come in double and triple bubble attacks such as this one all around me tonight, I know that there is absolutely no futhermucking doubt whatsoever that this can B anything other than coming from the SPAMM (SPACEFORCE-MISOE-MISEC)!!! Peeps, I am SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC ON THE DAY OF TUESDAY MARCH 7th AND QUITE CLOSE 2A BOTBAR DAY AS WELL, JUST A WEE TAD OVER BOTBUR, and remember that the 'A' stands 4 BOTBAR, and the 'U' stands 4 BOTBUR. The one vowel in the word created by Mountainpen, changes the MEANING of the word from unofficially rated, into already rated, and thus becoming OFFICIAL. As of Monday's day-close on Mountainpen's Life-Charting-System (MLCS), I am 3 BOT and 3 NOT for the month of '03-2023 or MARCH'. If today goes, my MPB will B goddessdog MORE THAN 50%, and if manages 2 miraculously somehow naught go, then my MPB will B LESS THAN 50%, so this makes the 7th of this rotten hellish bleepity bloopity month a VERY CRITICAL AND PIVOTAL DAY 4 me, MPB-(Magnetic Percentage 4 Botbar). Do it Sir CF, do it, YO, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”.
There truly is a magical mathematical reality 2 things being above verses below a 50-50 split, in anything. Just ask any goddessdog stock trader, technical chart analyst, or advanced study statistical mathematician. I have a lot of better things 2 do folks than 2 just sit in here making junk up, YO BRAH!!! But I am more than sure folks, that the reason 4 my assault tonight, has 2 do ONLY WITH ICPE-APE-TECH, and my endless nightmare situation of that horrendous parallel event between my life, and the energetic life-truth of the Philadelphia Phillies baseball team, the Philadelphia Flyers ice hockey team, and the New York City DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES stock market system.
When I AM DOWN, MARKET IS UP, FLYERS WIN, PHILLIES LOSE.
WHEN I AM UP, MARKET IS DOWN, FLYERS LOSE, PHILLIES WIN.
It truly is, to quote the CIA late 1960's registered-operative (RO) Mister REDJOHN-codename, John Henningsen who hailed from somewhere close 2 Bolder, Colorado-USA, “JUST THAT SIMPLE”, me' great peeps out there, YO!!!!!!
Just when did this truly begin 4 me, some of UR perhaps quite anxious 2 fully reach a grasp of? In the middle of 1986, this got real bad 4 me, but it was in 1983 while residing at the home situated at 134 Norris Avenue in Atcochoke, New Jersey-USA, that I realized in full succinct alacrity that this parallel event was a powerful and outlandishly true reality existing around me. The actual major aerial assaults however as a direct result of these SPAMM lowlife dirthole bastards using death-harassment's on me in order 2 make this parallel even INTENTIONALLY operate 4 them and against me, was in August of 1986. I'll B a monkey's cousin, aunt and UNCLE if there was naught either a hockey game or a baseball game, and most likely BOTH SPORTS TONIGHT were going on with those 2 Philadelphia sports teams, and that again; I'll make U a wager without even knowing what happened on the March 7th DJIA stock market, that there was another major horrific FULL EVIL EMPIRE 4 MARCH 7, 2023!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well me' gwate peeps out here in Cyberville, good ole' Comcast never sent that 65 dollar modem back-up battery, but THEY DID SEND ME A BILL 4 IT which came in yesterday's mail. I called them and managed 2 straighten it out and immediately paid a proper bill of just the installation fee and the new monthly charges, so that no one could later make another change and up the price again so it is all paid up early now and out of the way. WEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester-Frank. TOLD U, lovely giant Gina, your little nineties 'cream-puff' as U would then refer 2 me as, knew thissssssss would all happen 2 me, B4 it did. I am naught psychic folks, I merely know stuff from me' incredible non-Marcucci-Lennon 'MIND-BLOWN' life's experiences. WOW-2-THAT-1-peeps, YO YO YO BRO! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-bit Fwudd Metsker-1987@Rossmoor community! I would naught suggest trying 2 use that link 4 anything, me' wonderful awesome Blogaudians out there in Cyberville, as it just happened, and it is a phony-fake as the 2013 harmony musical track done at the great Bonjovi's Avalon Music Studio of Port Saint Lucie-Flowerland-USA. WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW there, Mister Macy, and GANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We all keep hearing about military 'killer-drones' used in the new modern wars of this digital time period that we all R living in now. Am I right? They have a name 4 them 2, right? Without getting my wild giant lovely hyperspace daughter “PEE” (Patty-Paula Junior, 2 excited here from back in the year of 2011 somewhere; they R talked about on news clips quite often now, right peeps? And SOOOOOOOOOOO, what do they refer 2 them as, folks??????? U got it, YO, commacassi drones. I don't know how 2 spell the word, and WORTHLESS MIKE SOFT SPELLCHECKER HELLWRECKER is no help whatsoever here. But pronouncing it the way that I tried 2 spell it, and just about all of U out here know what I am saying, 2U-BOY, or 2 anyone, and having nothing whatsoever 2 do with any songs written by me at the age of fourteen and a half years, back in late June of 1969. U all know from reading many of me' previous blogging texts, that my hyperspace daughter PEE is, or at least WAS, extremely fascinated by the World War Two commacassi-pilots, and U also know from reading one of my recently posted early 2023-CAP (cut and pasted) blog, I believe it was 'BTAT—CHAPTER 0011', and in it was a 2011 blog or part of one of my old blogs, where I was telling all of U about a powerful dreaming interaction that I had just experienced with PEE, at some college that I now know is situated in Egg Harbor City, NJUSAESMWG, in THAT PARALLEL WORLD reality, and naught over here in the waking world, oh lovely Mizz Blake. The connections here with a decade later, along with these constant news clip items with killer-drones, and my powerful hyperspace-daughter PEE, and her connection into this deal; goes beyond just coincidentally interesting, and many of U out here KNOW THIS ONLY 2 WELL, and I know that U do, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
2 months B4 my mom was struck down with the same magical weapon that killed my pal, Sir DC Roth, exactly two years later practically 2 the very day in the first week in March, 2000 verses 2002; my mom was telling me an extremely powerful story one day in the kitchen of our home, while we were living there at this purchased home at 112 Harvard Avenue, in Somerdale, New Jersey-USA-ESMWG. It was in middle October somewhere if my memory is serving me at all accurately, again about two months B4 her attack in her sleep that left her a controlled-zombie inside of a pain racked body that she was then forced to continue living in 4 another 26 months, until her death in early March of 2000. She was saying how she had returned from a long walk, and had been doing some soul searching, and there is a whole lot of unpleasant jazz 2 this story, and so I will spare U all some of these gruesome freaking details. When she got 2 the part of where she had walked 2 from our home, and well over a mile or more away, she suddenly began 2 say 2 me, “And then I dreamed that” and she went on; and I was beyond being upset and impatient as in those times of my 'pre-BEING-Julia Psychic' days, I flipped out on her; as suddenly she was switching from telling me about her walk, and then pow, she says, “And then I dreamed”, and she then went on from there. Do U want 2 know just where my mom had walked 2, great folks? RU ready to go 2 the darn toilet all over yourself as U won't make it 2 your bathroom, IPUT!!!!! She went to the Cressmont Shopping Center if I am remembering the name of the place correctly; but this is the place where HERMANS CASINO BUS TOURS DELI is or was back then, situated at!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like beyond frikkin” SUPER-WOW PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now B4 going on even one wee small bit here folks, I may need 2 remind some of this Blogaudianship of what I experienced at this place, as was told on numerous blogs and recently, 2 all of U, regarding my magical automobile circuits being somehow placed into my vehicles when I left them parked and unattended at various places over hours of time, such as right there at HERMANS CASINO TOUR DELI at Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG. Also folks, the great mysterious magical MCFLY CAR CIRCUITS, and their connections with my time trip back 2 my old school in 1968, the HTHS, and the TABLET-SHOEBOX, or more accurately when we examine stuff through the magic of the TOSE, and the interdimensional truths that it contains that R even discussed BIBLICALLY many many times throughout the New Testament, when it was talking about the prophets, and their dreams and visions. I naturally, have a whole goddessdarn lot more stuff 2 say and speak about here with all of these things, but 4 right now, I do need 2 move on, as time is not always permitting me the ability 2 just stay on my cum-puke-her as long as I often need 2 do. Twice now, weird screens keep popping up while I am typing along, once right now at quarter past two in the moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, and once about fifteen minutes into starting thisssssss blog, oh lovely Mizz 1983 Susan Erica Lucci Cane SNAKESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me on this 7th evening of February, of the year of 2023, on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. ALL HARASSERS OF MOUNTAINPEN, WITH PLANE AND SKY PERSECUTIONS, AND UTILITY ATTACKS, AND COMPUTER HACKS AND CRASHES, AND MY ROKU-TV SYSTEM; AND IN VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL, HUMAN, AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
Now, I'll finish out my SPAMM-ENEMY-counterstrike with thisssssss, lovely Mizz 1983 Luccisnakes, YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I blogged back in the afternoon of the final and 30th day of September in the year of 2008, about my wild time trip into the future by 31 days, and being with who I later came to figure out was the famous Mister Nick Cannon, and 'at the time husband' of my kid; I told you all back in late 2008, my Blogaudians; that I would say a bit more later on, and I am sorry 2 have let fourteen years slip by B4 doing it; so let me now amend my ways, and tell U all some incredible stuff, YO!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEE. First, here is what I originally typed back on 09-30-2008, with a few tiny improved punctuations and better reworded sentence phrasings but only 4 those small changes, all is just what I typed in back then, and anyone can verify it by going to the older blogs or even on my last blog, there is a hot-link on the blog B4 this one from the 29th day of September where if U drag your mouse around on the BDC web-page, you will B taken right 2 it, and it is all officially time stamped, so it just cannot B faked.
September 30, 2008
‘TEST
THE SPIRITS, AS SHE SAYS 2’
T/T/W/M,
etcetera subtitles 2 BLOG 5 on BDCWS
Datfile: 093008.623.55
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Over
the weekend I watched the huge party that Philadelphian's were all
celebrating, with blimps all over, and major cheering. I was in a
major interaction with strange persons; a tall thin well muscled back
young male about age 25, and we had been traveling to Boston,
MAUSAESMWG together, and were put up in a very weird and bizarre
hotel overnight. He had some good friends that were on the New York
Knicks basketball team, that were gonna' help me in some way in
proving my horrific and monstrous dilemma and plight. It was so real.
I could feel the raw cold in the room towards late October, and the
manager of the hotel turned up the heat. A strange clock and a
strange telephone were placed in the room that we had been given. It
had a strange interaction with each other. Someday I will tell the
entire long and wild story; the strange road on the wild ride home,
only not 2 any home or place that makes any sense now 2 my waking
world brain and memory system. But the raw cold, and the nice heat,
were more real and tangible than any feeling of temperature on body
or skin in the waking world. Then
I saw the blimps over the Delaware River, and on them were written
things such as, 'Phillies 2008 World Series Champions'.
This
was a wild and far out “DREAM” pal.
Now, moving this right along here, I will now, 14-YEARS later; give U all the updated information on my return trip with NICK, from Boston, Massachusetts, USA-ESMWG, back to Philadelphia, where I then saw the HUUUUUUUUGE celebration parade going down on Broad street, a month out into the future on Halloween Day. In this parallel world, I knew, as I did here; the 60's recording artist and human percolator as locals all refered 2 him as, back when he was hot, Mister Billy Harner. This artist was most known for his biggest hit, “Sally's Saying Something”, and Paul Evans Pedersen and I, promoted him in 2000, on a musical project, titled “SUMMER OFLOVE”, right here in the waking world. This was back when we were operating our record company in the very final couple of years of the prior century, called, “Studio Park Records”. Suddenly in this powerful TIME-TRIP dreaming-interaction, and right B4 we arrived in Philadelphia, we drove over to Billy Harner's home, which then, between 1999 when I had first met him through my realtor Mizz Karen Simons of Grassi Reality, and the time that I left Florida, he lived in Pine Hill, NJUSAESMWG on the main drag that runs right up that large hill, and his house was two blocks from Paul's house, quite mysteriously; and right across the parking lot where a small mom and pop grocery store is located, right there in town, or was. Suddenly Nick and I in this incredible dreaming interaction were on this main street there, and right near the home where Mister Harner lived. Suddenly the road that runs straight, and up a large incline here in this world; made a really HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE twist off 2 the right and leveled off and then just dropped way down, rather than in waking life where it does not drop down once the large hilltop is fully reached, and just B4 arriving at Mister Harner's place. After we got 2 the bottom of this really low-lying area, Nick's tire blew out, and as he got out of the vehicle 2 change the tire, the man from Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, who I met just one time back in the summer time somewhere in 1974, and whom I called on my blogs quite frequently, the “alchemist”; came up 2 Nick and they got talking, but I definitely seemed in this experience, 2 fully recognize just who he was even after more than 34 years of time had passed. They seemed 2 just endlessly go on and on speaking, and of exactly what, I-2 this day, simply am clueless about. I of course as a quick whittle insert here, just cannot ignore the amount of years since I had seen this guy in Atlantic City, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house on Stenton Place, owned by a gorgeous lady by the name of Mizz Selena Dada. 34 years, as in 3-4, 7-12-19-84 (1984). Aniwho folks, after this seemingly endless discussion, Nick returned back 2 his car and we drove down this weird road on his flat tire, and I looked over at him, and then I asked him Y he didn't fix the tire, and does he need me 2 help him with it. This is now the 3rd time that a weird stupid frikkin' annoying screen popped up while I am typing this out, for absolutely no apparent reason whatsoever, peeps, well, maybe the reason is indeed quite frikkin' obvious, huh peeps???????????????? Gimme' a break, 2 quote me' distant Cuzz-Donnie-Boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He then told me that he knows a wild short cut, and that if I ever show another human being this thing that he is now about 2 show me, that he will murder me, his exact words; and I sat there in my car seat right next 2 this dude, beyond amazed and flabbergasted at what I had just heard him say 2 me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I said 2 him maybe two minutes after that and after a deafening pause of total silence in the car, “No problem”. This is an expression that lovely Mizz Karen Simons used quite often while we used 2 drive around in her car back in middle-late 1997, and she was showing me numerous houses that I may potentially wish to buy, and merely then rent my house there in Somerdale, as opposed to just outright selling it; which now looking back on things, I totally wish that I had done this. So anyway, this expression was sort of locked in my head from hearing her say it 2 me so often, and this is what I said back to Nick, who then, I didn't even know 'WAS NICK', after he had told me not 2 ever tell anybody about this magical way of going 2 wherever we now were going. Suddenly, we just magically seemed 2B coming up on the Walt Whitman Bridge and were heading into Philadelphia, and still on a flat tire for crying out loud. Then B42 much longer, we saw the great victory parade on Broad Street, after the great WORLD SERIES PHILLIES WIN had just gone down. There still is lots more 2 discuss, and this is what future blogs R4 of course, me great and wonderful Blogaudians, YO YO YO YO, ME' BREEEEEE!
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MPN OF 2023—CHAPTER 007
LATE ON SUNDAY EVENING, MARCH 5, 2023
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION----11:27 POST MERIDIAN
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
When we make a conscious attempt naught to do something, it appears to magically amplifying our doing it all the more. I have told over and over on more than seventeen years of these 'BOM-BLOGS' now, that this is naught a mysterious father-daughter-blog, only after saying this, all by itself, it appears 2B in fact growing in that direction no matter how hard I naught only have come 2 recognize it, but go out of my conscious way 2 even avoid permitting this thing 2 keep on growing. This same principle is also applied in quantum mechanics. Scientists who study QM in laboratories over decades of extensive and careful research, have come 2 the absolute conclusion that electrons do what they wish 2 do, and when placed into a situation where they may go in one of two possible directions through a system, naught only do they naught randomly indeed follow something other than any random pathway, but rather; it is intelligently organized with intellectual purpose, and they never discuss this openly with the public 4 fear that Mountainpen's mysterious information will B FRIKKIN' TOTALLY VERIFIED!!!!!!! This is the biggest 'NO-NO' on this planet, stopping the chosen Huntington (MOUNTAINPEN) from getting his truths out 2 the entire global population.
Now B4 the most updated reediting of the recent home-blogging texts is copied to this blog for the permanent record (C&P) cut and pasted; I am gonna' quickly discuss a few powerful things that maybe only a small handful of peeps in this Blogaudianship wants 2 hear and is willing 2 carefully peruse and read over, and 4 those few and only 4 them, I am writing this information heredahelda and yes SpeLLchecker, and here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, notice how my personal LIFE'S MAGNETICS, as I label this and have done so now over a 17 plus year blogging period, HAVE RECENTLY TOTALLY GONE BEYOND MISTER 8TH GRADE HTHS 'KAPUT' AND MORE APPROPRIATELY SPOKEN, 2 DOGTOWN????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Notice as well if U please, that I have told U allberries and U all, OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN NOW ALL THIS TIME, making absolutely no bones about any of it, nor holding back any punches whatsoever; how the parallel event, and the shortened term and expression used in Mountainpen's Morianity (ICPE-APE-TECH); is endlessly a part of my nightmare hellishness, and is Y there is always and forever up 2 the day that I futhermucking perish physically from this Earth permanently without laser photon-wall retrace, that this will go on and on without end or relief, and it does, and it has; and the evidence stares any and all of U in the face, without any possible smallest chance 4 being some fluky flaky untrue item that is merely being made up in the delusional sicko mind of the pathetic pitiful buttwipe, Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr, and so now I am reiterating as recently, it is ONE EVIL EMPIRE AFTER ANOTHER, along with me life being nothing but horrible monstrous daily non-Star Trek-Squire General TRILANE, 'HELL-HELL-HELL', and without any laughing or mocking from Dick Wolf, Paula Patton, or L&O-SVU's Detective Elliot Stabler!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Today, Monday was just another FULL EVIL EMPIRE, with the Philadelphia Phillies getting clobbered at the final inning which is a famous parallel event assault 4 ole' trucking Mountainpen from days gone by up in Jersey when I'd B put through horrendous and monstrous demonic late inning attack persecutions by the SPACEFORCE (SPAMM) MISOE-MISEC Otammite scumballs from HELL-DOGTOWN. But making things FULL EVIL EMPIRE as opposed 2 just being a split-empire, or a 'splitpire', 4 a shortened abbreviation used by myself and Sir David Roth back in those eighties/nineties days of TRILANE'S “DEAD-DEAD-DEAD” turned into HELL-HELL-HELL, by the BOM, and yes folks, this thing that took what would merely have been a splitpire and turned it into a FULL EVIL EMPIRE, or a FEE as opposed 2 a futhermucking FREE, which stands 4 a FULL RIGHTEOUS EMPIRE should things have all gone my way instead, with a PHILLIES WIN, AND A DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGE BEING A DOWN-TRADING DAY, only today was like most recent days, a totally FULL EVIL EMPIRE, going the way of the EVIL EMPIRE AS OPPOSED TO MY righteous empire. I sure hope I don't get anyone in the goddessdog entertainment industry all too wet and excited AGAIN, as we all know happened B4 earlier in the previous frikkin' decade while I was residing at the miserable rotten PEEHA BLDG.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This brings back a lot of old rotten times, does it naught lovely Mizz Blake from the 1983 phone company back in my days while residing over in Atcochoke, New Jersey, along with my other peeps out there in Cyberville??????????????? Yesssssirrrrrr peeps, the DJIA stock market was up somewhere in the approximate range of 45 points or so, the Philadelphia Phillies got end-inning slaughtered and pummeled even though it is only a spring-training game, it still counts, and it becomes now nothing other than a miserable rotten futhermucking FULL-EVIL-EMPIRE!!!!!!!! Then we had last Friday, one of my worst SUPER FRIKKIN' BOTBAR DAYS EVER, and yes, the ICPE-APE kicked in as it always does or 95-99% of the time it does, and the DJIA stock market rose up by close 2 another 400 futhermucking points, and this roll of FULL-EVIL-EMPIRE is rolling down a sharp and steep hill against the Mountainpen, me' gwate fwolks out there!!!!!!!!!! As long as they have me to endlessly runt slapping mother mucking pick on, they PHILLIES WILL LOSE, THE FLYERS WILL WIN, AND THE DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES WILL GO HIGHER, a whole lot more than the other way around, as this is a powerful parallel event that got started in a very magical and mysterious way from perhaps the ASTRAL PLANE itself 4 all I know, and 2 quote the ADA, Ron Wirtz Senior up at the Camden County Prosecutor's Office, “It won't change in our lifetime”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Does anyone out here from my local county sheriff, Sir KM to anyone else, think that the Mountainpen has the rock chucking balls to make up stuff and tell U that an ADA and I spoke regarding the matter, and that he told me thisssssssssss; oh lovely Mizz 1983-AMC-Susan Erica Lucci Cane??????????????????????
Now 4 the topic of this whittle futhermucking bwog; kind wonderful awesome Lads & Lassies out here, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! On the Astral Plane, or the Timeless-Purgatory, to C things in the great Roman Catholic Church's way, as they C it a wee bit off, and don't realize that their concept of being stuck in-between 'heaven' and 'hell', simply is that all of this is an energetic condition-interaction known by mystics and psychics as the Astral-Realm, and it is where all of their concept of an after-life is existing at. This is Y of course the great HOLY WORDS tell us of the City of David (heaven) Sahasra Dal Kanwal, the capitol of the entire Purgatorial existence of reality/truth; is constructed three dimensionally. Nothing on a mortal realm planet surface would ever contain cities like this. Simply put, it couldn't B done that way. Dogtown (HELL) and SDK (HEAVEN) merely R2 locales within this incredible HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE Purgatory. They both R situated in the Capitol Province of Olympia, and almost across from each other on two different sides of an incredible body of water known astrally as the TECK BAY. But getting 2 my point 4 this particular blog tonight folks, I talked years ago from my PEEHA days, concerning the Purgatorial existence having nine different levels of entities based on their energetic-values. I told how humans here who R dreaming out and away from the phase-2-existence of Purgatory have one thousand times the energetic entity value of any type of other lower value entities who R dreaming off the Purgatory as the animal life. I also told how there are nine full levels, and naught nine astral planes of existence, despite the so-called great mystics who claim this 2B true, based on 'their travels there'. If they really had conscious waking realm memories of phase-2-existence in any 'MEANINGFUL WAY', and I don't say this in anyway 2 toot my own horn; but they would speak of the incredible 3-D system of the Astral Plane, and 2 my best knowledge, at least as of the time that I left the PEEHA BUILDING in February of 2021; not one single soul on this green-brown goddess's Earth-Planet has ever made this claim on any literature that I have ever been able 2 get my hands on so far, and yes folks; I do my homework, and I do it well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now the very highest energetic value of ASTRAL-ENTITY (residents of the Purgatory), R the COINS/COILS. The LIGHTNING FAMILY are COILS. Every single species of astral-entity are 1000 approximate times higher than the level-type of entity that is below them. The entities that dream-down into human life waking world existence that is inside of this big-bang 'creation', are approximately 1,000 times higher in energetic value than those dreaming down 2 become an animal. This lowest level even contains the lesser energetic valuations that dream down as insect life and below that even as some varying types of microorganisms and other microbiological life. Above the regular humans R astral plane entities who R one level higher who manage 2 become spiritual masters and along these lines, or any type of what Morianity calls and labels as advanced and truly-fully enlightened people, or (fully aware beings) would B the way that Julia the psychic on her white horse roads and WH-Pike in West Atlantic City, would refer 2 them as. I, since that night where we had that wild talk and then that 'magical alteration of hologram' occurred, went on 2 advance into that “BEING”, as she would consider me now 2B. But I still am not at my true point 4 today on this whittle bwog, kind folks, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO-HA, ME' BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can discuss the great lightning family of Purgatorial Existence and a dozen other totally mind boggling futhermucking things folks, but 4 now, this is simply naught the time 4 me 2 do so, YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
Just
as animals have insufficient true astral-energetic beingness 2 ever
have any realization of the passing of time and merely perpetually
live within the very moment of 'eternal-now', they would never in a
million-million-million years, if that long a time could
theoretically happen, where I could B trying 2 show them these truths
and they were able 2 exist within one lifetime and listen 2 me 4 that
entire time. Still, they'd B no closer at the end of all of that time
than they'd B at the start of it, as I would endlessly and fervently
continue 2 make a futile attempt 2 explain Morianity 2 them, without
any hope ever of one wee tiny weensy bit of success. Now, here is
where this all gets real goddessdog good folks, 4 those who had a wee
bit of patience 2 hang in here and tediously trudge through all of my
long winded typical-Mountainpen ranting on and on so long winded.
Despite humans dreaming-down here from the Purgatorial Existence, and
having 1,000 times more energetic-energy-value or EEV for a nice
whittle shortened abbreviated way 4 me 2 say this from now on on
these blog-texts; IT AIN'T QUITE ENOUGH. Actually, U need more like a
million, and naught a thousand; or U need it as it would so appear,
2B at the following level of jump in EEV. The very next jump-stage
above human being, is ADVANCED or ENLIGHTENED HUMAN, 4 short, 'AEH',
which again, I'll B using on these blogs as a short abbreviated way
of discussing the matter with all of U. This is 'YYYYYYYYYYYY', Sir
Camden High School student ole' X-
PAL of mine from the seventies
and eighties, Sir James Tiberius Burr; I AM UNABLE 2 EVER GROW MY
BLOG, as naught enough human beings of that advanced level R out
there, and able 2 receive my power-house information. I seem 2
endlessly stay in the very same Blogaudians-Range of having an
average year in and year out, of approximately 60-120 people who many
may come and go, and some may stay, but it never grows. That same
average of just over 30,000 page-hits annually. Take any little six
dollar Walmart frikkin' calculator, and then divide 30K by 365 days
in the year, and C these truths 4 yourselves. Only now folks, we R
beginning 2 get a wee bit more into the real Y's of it all; R we
naught, oh lovely Mizz AT&TB Blake from
1983???????????? When I resided at 114 West Central Avenue
in Moorestown, NJUSAESMWG in 1988 and half of 1989 B4 moving from
there into 1102 Robin Hill 4 my final and third time living there at
this apartment complex; I was suddenly one dark night while I was
extremely beside myself, and beyond ordinary-up-set; I was suddenly
visited and 'indwelled' by a
future-me-SELF from the middle-late 23rd century, a dude
by the name of Labber Zeranniss Zeegins. So-Sahwee 4 making up
another Morianity-NEW-WORD, but
if it fits and no other word does fit, and the 'Spell-checker system'
says it is not a word; then my retort right back at the whole thing,
lovely Mizz Disney-McGuire, is
simply thisssssssssss, oh great and gorgeous
lovely 1983 Mizz Erica-Snakesssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!
Yes folks, myself literally came back 2 me in this past time in the
late nineteen-eighties, maybe I was using either the Fascitar, or
I-Ching up there in 2257, at the World Laboratories of Westmont.
Remember, there is no New Jersey, and this was some wild fact that
somehow, Sir Gene Roddenberry appeared 2B aware of as well, just as
he was with the traveler-Kazinski guy and my LOIS-FOCA 1980 song
copyrighted in early 1981 © as well as the way lightning is able 2
control by way of the choke, and Sir warp drive inventor Zephran
Cochran and what went down, Sir Joe Sivo on that cool original STAR
TREK television show in the middle sixties, and then me in 1983, with
beautiful and awesome LIGHTNING GODDESS
DIANA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GOOD OLE' ROTTEN SPELLER MOUNTAINPEN.
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How many mucking Hyper-Space-Me's, do we all have, Walter Disney; my old fellow paramedic of those old war days???????
My old blogs aren't going to go anywhere. Nothing leaves the internet entirely, and if my slit does, then that in itself, good folks; PROVES MY STORY IS ALL TRUE, forget the darn attorneys in 1984 or Florida trips before that, or any Shirley's or Taylor's, or other clothes that move out of time and get lost. You know, I drop a million mucking hints, and nobody believes. I tell it up front, and nobody believes. This tells me where I really am, James Earl Carter, and perhaps, is why I felt so compelled in that parallel universe, to also lay my burdens about this, on you that day on the Atlantic City boardwalk. NOT UNDER IT, Quoddy Mocker Girl-gang. Yes, I misspelled it a few blogs back, so trucking runt sue my big ugly fat butt, YO! Maybe I need 2 call the place what it truly was called, the ATLANTICA BOARDWALK!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
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