Rapping Up Final Morianity Blogs, Chapter 10
Late on Friday night, 14 April, 2023 @ 10:48 P.M.
Beginning Transmission:
THIS WAS NOT A GOOD DAY; lots of moUUUUrning harassing persecution, noise and sky, health “not all that swift”, 2 quote Latengrate-Sir David Charles Roth, and the big kicker, Comcast never showing up during their promised fucking time window, 3-5 in the afternoon, and 2 use an old security-guard's expression, they were, “no call, no show”. Tomorrow, I will call 2CY they pulled this crap on me after I waited all week 4 a fully functioning and PAID 4 land-line telephone service. As stated B4, incoming phones R not working at all, it won't even go 2 a voicemail system yet outgoing calls on their modem do operate perfectly. This all began at a quarter past 9 on the morning of Tuesday, April BOTBAR-ELEVENTH. Gee whiz fizz, how's that 4 another major negative Mountainpen coincidence? WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, Mister Michael McNulty from 1971 and lovely Mizz Amanda Harris from the year B4 that in good ole' darn dog 1970!!!!!
Still, I closed out the day right B4-I started doin g this blog CHAPTER-10, at a rounded up GL-MA of one and eight fifteenths, in other words a rating of rounded-up-2-2 on my life charts. So far there R actually two really bad April days, far worse than today was, or 2:14 in my rating of MPB's. I am gonna' B getting into some really powerhouse stuff in this second trucking half of April, and then close out my blogs forever, unless something happens 2 change my mind, and I seriously sucking doubt that this will B the goddessdog case peeps. Only very recently, perhaps since my blogs started up last year after my quarter decade off-time, have I reached some of my newest conclusions 2 not only the reality of DREAMING, but exactly how this new updated information brought 2 me by none other than the SAFET, and that realized through none other than Diana, but yes, how this information all is running through the life of one Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr, AKA yours truly or ME!
I also plan 2 get into my newest and most recently updated ideas for how and Y many other things R all part of this life of the Mountainpen. Things such as my 29 copyrighted musical projects in-between 1980 and 2013 and even stuff copyrighted by me from 1974 through 1977, a four year period well B4 it all started with my more professionally done 4-DEMO-set music project in May of 1980 after moving into 1802 Robin Hill Apartments. Beyond this, there is still more items concerning my copyrights as I copyrighted several old world board-games, a roulette system for playing inside bets back in 1992 that 4 reasons I cannot quite comprehend ended up in my musical titles collection. Then there is the incredible time period concerning my education at Cooley Hall, but even stuff from B4 that place as well, and how all of this, the people there, and all of the events, seem 2 fit into some impossible 2 ignore crazy and beyond outlandish plan that appears 2 have been preplanned from a very long time ago in human history. I have covered all of this including my Atlantic city experiences, casinos, on the beaches, all the wild weird people, and this goes on and on, yet now in a wee bit of newer and totally fifth dimensional light and viewpoint, there is even greater reflected truths that seemingly R bouncing out of their once previously well hidden packages of intentional covert darkness. I told the blog on several occasions how practically the very second that I left the Cooley Hall place, television crews appeared at the place, and the news peeps were asking all sorts of questions 2 many of the classmates that I was just interacting with only days earlier. I also do not believe that after not seeing my disappearing father 4 nearly ten solid years of time, he just happened 2 come back 2C my mom and me one day out of the blue, not long after leaving the place and then being in with lovely Patricia Hollister, AKA Patty-HHH. But the one thing that I never got very specific about was on one exact weekend in the summer of 1969 and right about a week or so following the first landing on the moon by Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin, leaving Mister Collins 2 orbit around the moon in their lunar vehicle after the LEM had been ejected. Every single thing has a potentially connecting deal with a whole 2 the pie of this entire Morianity-story, all of these items R legitimate individual slices of that large pie, and if only a few slices existed, we could laugh it off, but mathematically, there simply R2 many pieces or slices 2 all B simply a damn coincidence. That is just reality, Mister Dennis 'son' Snyder, SIR! So what about this magical weekend, UR wondering?
WELLLLLLL, Mister Nixon of a few years later on; there was a family who came down2 Ziggy's Jetty as I used 2 call it, naturally, it had no such name. Sometimes the gorgeous 12 year old beautiful girl named Patricia was there, and sometimes her so called 'whatever' was there, I honestly do not know if it was supposed 2B her aunt, her mom, her older sister, some friend or guardian, or more wild and way out 2 the point of Spellchecker-outlandish on steroids, HERSELF, as in Clark Kent and Superman. Both Saturday as well as Sunday, I came down by bus as I did every single weekend day of that entire 1969 summer beginning in middle June and right up until a week after Labor Day. I normally got there around eleven in the morning and left around half past six in the evening. This family was on a vacation and staying at some resort hotel in town nearby, and hailed from a place called Washington Heights, New York, USA-ESMWG. Hey I've got ears,and I couldn't help but 2 overhear the adults around me talking, after-all, this was a total of fifteen hours spanning two days. Over and over and over again, the 12 year old girl Patricia would B there in the group, or the older woman of late twenties somewhere in age, also named Patricia, but NEVER EVER, Sir Jimmy Olson and Madame Lois Lane,did I ever C them both at the same time. I had indeed blocked out what happened 2 me the first time they came down on Saturday the 28th of June, and now this is about five weeks later at the very end of July in 1969, only this time, no unmentionable things happened 2 me as did B4, but this time after this weekend was entirely over and gone, I would B home in my Dellway Arms Apartment on Oakland Avenue in Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG, and find myself drawn 2 three large ocean murals hanging in my bedroom on my wall, and over my Krassle-dresser, and I had no free will 2 do anything other than stare at them and keep muttering over and over again, “Patricia-Patricia-Patricia”, 2 myself. I had totally blocked out what lovely Patty-HHH did 2 me on June 28th, less than one week after I was magically induced somehow 2 write that song in my Westmont Apartment shortly B4 being evicted from there and then moving into the Oaklyn apartment; predicting the major incident, while my mom and her boyfriend Sidney Crown were conversing over the telephone and my mom was sitting at the dining room table that was recently dreamed about that I told on a recent blog a couple months back. Now while re-watching that early 1967 Dark Shadows television show and seeing how lovely Mizz Laura Stockbridge Murdoch Collins seemed 2B forcing folks around her 2 do stuff 4 no apparent reason and overwhelming their free wills, I of course am struck with yet another super ass powerful 'impossible-2-ignore' Raspberry-Dreams music group connection with this marvelous super cool 60's daytime drama soap show and the life of me and in Atlantic City, when not in my residence where it started, at 125-A which is in Westmont and the town right next door and to the east of good old COLLINGSWOOD. There is absolutely no denying this, but them it is like the atheists. Those who just completely refuse 2 believe, will never do so, it truly is just that John Henningsen-RED simple here peeps, YO BRO! Still, it is not the day of Patty's no-no that I wish 2B concerned with right now. PHHH later on by a couple years, came 2 work and live in my area for a short while, and this is all known facts from Morianity, and also the memory blocks until ten years into this current 21st century, RY at the start of my blogs, I said that lovely Joanna was my first sexual encounter, not counting all of the molestations of younger years. Still, I do not count what lovely PHHH did as a molestation although the law would, but them I cannot talk after what I did on the night of non bloody new shoes back in the year of the non-CHINESE-ax!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What I want 2 explore as time moves onward is Y-I've seemingly been chosen by powerful forces 2 learn about EXPLORATRONICS, the ESS, and the whole ugly rotten 27 feet of wax balls? Also, Y is it all happening the way that it is, first 4 me in this beyond wild incredible and far beyond hyper-time unfathomable way with all of this HUUUUUGE junk, and then YR so many others lucky enough 2B in this wonderful majority of breezing through physical material life WITHOUT ANY OF THIS TYPE OF DAMN ASS NONSENSE? The only explanation that I used 2 give when this Morianity began 17+ years back in time folks, was simply thisssssssss: GAMES-GAMES-GAMES-GAMES, played by bored 2 tears gods and goddesses of the timeless purgatory (astral-plane), the great PLANCKTIME, just B4 the BIG BANG. Even today's top think tank science peeps refuse 2C things the way that I know that they R. “Gee whiz”, they say 2 me, “how can something that lasts only a septillionth of one second, contain the afterlife”? Well, just because they cannot grasp the simple truth that it is just this way, whether they can realize it or not, changes nothing, anymore than my mom's 'head-games' ever changed anything. Inside of that septillionth of one second is something that is compressed into what may seem 2B a vigintillion googalplex eons, and in that tiny area smaller than a zillionth of a grain of sand is something that seems larger than our universe a googalplex times over. When zero dimensional singularity creates the opening stage of the Plancktime, the difference between zero-dimension and the Plancktime is infinite and so placing energetic beings of its own reflected image pieces of ITSELF all over, they R so tiny and so fast that this tiny little quick burst seems infinitely beyond huge and long. Still there is a tiny drag in the system because it is not infinite as is singularity, hence, it does need 2 circulate around and bang out and zoom back in, and this is endlessly happening, making the human mind trying 2 conceive of this wonder how there can B2 big-bangs, only there R not 2 big bangs, and that is 2 mind boggling 2 tackle, at least 4 right now peeps. When I tried explaining this 2 the Astral god Psyche Myrathus who is humanly Mister Steve Murray of Florence Township, NJUSAESMWG; he thought that I was a very arrogant mortal, as the gods do love 2 call some mortals. He said back 2 me, “What, you're telling me in a round about way that U created the gods”? I just smirked because a god he may have been but he came here sacrificing 2 many of his astral-plane memories. How can the matter-antimatter arcing halves go around and bang into each other, and not B the singularity on a journey 2 eventually meet and collide into itself? That is what his advanced mind was able 2 recognize when this was told 2 him by me one day in my security guard station back early in 2003 somewhere. Not many would have been able 2C this much truth out of my words, he truly was an astral god despite how loud the mighty Sir Paul Evans Pedersen wished 2 laugh and scoff at this. Still, because we as humans insist on thinking in and through a time-reality and thus linearly, certain truths simply cannot B properly grasped unless a whole lot of serious meditation on it is done. But finishing out 4 now, my point with Patty, 12 year old or 29 year old Patty, I know that Julia White is a type-3-exploratron and that she can intentionally dream-into anything, people, objects, whatever. I know that the Laura Stockbridge Dark Shadows syndrome is very real also and not just some fictional television show junk. I was compelled 2 stare at those ocean murals and repeat her name over and over, and I was compelled 2 write those 2 songs, one just days B4 she did what she did 2 me on 6-28-69, and the other song around middle July and shortly AFTER, not B4 (prior blog mind hack error) Brad and his mom were evicted from the Haddon Hills Apartments complex,as I was as well, shortly thereafter. Yes, I know that the LSDS Syndrome is vely vely vely non-Bob McDowell-1972 REAL/E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll B getting into a whole lot of wild stuff between now and the final two weeks of this Morianity BOM-BLOG, but 4 right this moment, YO folks; I am saying 2U all:
END TRANSMISSION @ 12:13 A.M.----04-15-2023, all over again, right lovely goddess Diana (lightning)???????????
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