GENESIS OF SPACEFORCE DEATH HARASSMENT, CHAPTER 26

 

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May 24, 2023

GENESIS OF SPACEFORCE DEATH HARASSMENT

CHAPTER 26

Every time that I go onto a new binge of trying 2 do anything at all, under my HUNTINGTON CURSE; it blows up in my mother f****** face, as anyone out here reading these BOM-BLOGS knows only 2 goddamn well. The latest thing being Harner's page and hopefully a small wee bit of chump change owed 2 the Mountainpen in royalties after spending all of his time between 1998 and the throughout the final times of the prior century, as well as all of his available credit money, doing that project and even talking Mister Harner into it as he initially didn't even wish 2 do it when I would go over 2 his Westmont barber shop on Haddon Avenue near Crystal Lake Avenue and the Westmont High Speed Line Transit public train station, 2 discuss this with him upon numerous occasions back in 1999, after being put onto his place there by my real estate pal, Mizz Karen Simons, sister of Camden County, NJUSAESMWG Sheriff Simons, and real estate agent at the Grassi Realty of Somerdale, five blocks away from the home that bought through them in September of 1996 on the corner of Yale and Harvard Avenues. But 4 those head shrinkers out here who love 2 analyze people's dreams in their old fashion pre-Morianity ways and who believe the Mountainpen is a crackpot fruit cake nutty whackadoo special education butt wipe and refusing 2 even entertain my wild concepts based on a lifetime of powerful truths that cannot B simply nor rationally quickly explained away, they would C that incredible dream that I had back in the wee early morning hours of the 2^nd day in January of the year 2000 when I was on that beach towel with my 2 lightning goddesses in what would appear 2B some variation of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG; and suddenly along came my Uncle 'Goukas', spoiling the most thrilling time that my entire conscious mind and memory is able 2 ever recall or remember in nearly seven decades of my now human life as Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr. Then a few hours later, I am with Paul Pedersen and William Harner in my car heading over 2 the Fresh Tracks Recording Studio of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania where that musical project was recorded that is now up on that web-page that U all C when U Google up, “Billy Harner 2000 Summer Of Love”. Yesterday at least the BMI Music Union called back, but only 2 bring me more endlessly rotten news, not that it was anybody's fault, merely the endless negatively developing hellishness that is forever unrelentingly preventing me from ever having anything at all in this life, even a lousy few bucks in case this government shuts down soon, and I fully and absolutely believe that it will, and 4 the goddamn ass gods only know how long of a duration it will go on. Still, this brought an already bad string of horrendous monstrous evil days 4 me into a 6^th STRAIGHT SUPER BOTBAR DAY, and as 'Mister Esolph' may go on from there 2 say this in his world famous literary parables, “And that's that”! U might well say that this phrase of Sir Esolph is, and 2 quote me' distant Cuzz Donnie boy here, from one particular night, while me' Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason was driving the family into Philadelphia from her Narberth, PAUSAESMWG home on Greentree Lane #1208; is indeed, “The story of Mountainpen's life”, yes sir oh world, “and that's that”, or 2 slightly alter this from straight out of the lovely mouth of Latengrate Mizz Dawn-Marie King here, “Mark, it is what it is”. Same difference, and also can B said here as SSDD or Same Stuff (****) on a Different Day.

So what is behind all of this Huntington Curse and its seemingly endless woe-whiz-me troubles that appear 2B literally generated from straight out beyond the mighty and most definitely frightening Purgatorial Bridge of DOGTOWN and straight here 2 the Earth-Planet of mass matter physicality, and into the life of the procession of this biological carrying out of a sort, of this nightmare astral game of this family curse beginning with Jesus Christ having 2 die 4 the sins of humankind, and then each male in the family lineage who is in some direct biological line from that point on in some way not totally understood even by the Mountainpen who is carrying on this multi-millennial family curse from straight out of H----E----L----L itself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well 2 put it quickly, succinctly, as well as accurately down 2 the infinitesimal details of every possible thing interconnected with the Huntington family curse originating on the ASTRAL PLANE or the Timeless-Purgatory, again, 'same-diff'; the short answer is a two word name of a group who yes, does most definitely and absolutely without one wee tad small little bit of equivocation here, originate on the ASTRAL PLANE or the Purgatory, the PLANCKTIME 2 give it its presently scientifically named wordage; and this group has been discussed on this Morianity and by me the Mountainpen from the very inception of this BOM-BLOG early in January of the year of 2006. It is called none other than the great and mighty non-OZ, MILLIONTH COUNCIL, what the hell else? Now two thirds of this group, whose individual members average out 2 having one half of the energetic power astrally, as does any individual members of the other part of this group, that only contains one half of the members that its larger counterpart has; is called the SDKM Party of the MC. The smaller group that is only half the actual member-size is called the Lambrigg Cult Party, belonging 2 a nearby area outside of the Olympian Province's capitol city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, and this is called the Briggbase. This resembles a large military base-area of the Earth Planet such as A-51, Wright Patterson, and others, only literally a million or more times the area of those Earthly locales, and their power is both beyond monstrously terrifying as well as outrageously and incredibly beyond outlandish and conceivable in every possible way, and even being within a few thousand miles of the place sends emotional chills and Donna Summer non-Hair goose bumps up the spine in ways going endlessly beyond anything that would or could B Earthly imagined by the greatest SYFY writers on this planet so far as of middle 2023. Still, the entire Astral Political Machine containing both of these parties, the Lambrigg Cult Party, as well as the SDK-Majority Party; are the combined astral governing powers or forces or any name appropriately assigned or given by the human imagination or verbal abilities 2 so do here, is known as the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, but what U don't have clue number point oh-one about folks, is that this MC is more than some astral realm political machine, in so far as 2 how it connects into the human world society, and especially since we became so technologically oriented and dependent over the last nearly 100 years or so of human world time. This MILLIONTH COUNCIL actually is made up of what here, U and I would merely C as transistors, crystals, and all and every single one of the 'electronic doodads' that R all inside the motherboards of every single one of all of our electronic devices, and this includes everything today, even our automobiles with their smart-brain computer circuitry since the nineteen nineties, and on and on I can go here, from computers 2 every single electronic gadget that exists in and throughout all of our lives, and with absolutely no exceptions at all, none whatsoever, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In our present and modern day global society 4 the very most part, this Millionth-Council has literally and absolutely taken over our entire world and rules and governs us in ways that none of U out there have the tiniest little clue concerning of any of this horrendous nightmare from beyond DOGTOWN'S BRIDGE itself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The few who R even able 2 grasp my concepts here, R naturally vehemently disagreeing with me and quite wildly and 4 many various reasons all based on crap inside of their minds that is as worthless as a child's broken toy. Still, inside of anyone who reads these words, even in a book, since these words R printed electronically here as an original source; will immediately hear a voice inside of their thoughts saying, “This guy is a crackpot nut who should b put away B4 he can hurt somebody”. I know how this works. Everyone who has ever promised in the smallest way 2 help me with anything in this life and of course who always then backs out and refuses 2 go on with it at some later time, admits when I challenge them, “Yes, alittle voice tells me 2 not work with U”. I don't make this up peeps, even butt wipe Mikey Pee a couple years ago when he was doing this with me on some related promotion idea with our then project we had going with the FIU Professor Mario Eraso and our Krystal's Ball that now is up at the Google Play Store and has not been hit one time, NOT ONCE; and Mikey admitted 2 me that he heard “the voice”, and of course, the voice is a thought in our minds, but just trucking WHO indeed, in in fact placing those 'thoughts' into our mind, Mister DSM Headshrinkers society? U all refuse 2 believe a word that I say, abnd soon this will all B the downfall of the entire trucking human race, just U all watch and C the Mountainpen prophecies all shortly COME 2 PASS. It is all right around the corner, all that I have said about me' distant Cuzz Don, all this nightmare hellish junk concerning the great Astral Plane MC, and on and on and on we can go here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Many of U do know that I am telling a powerful truth, but then along comes that 'voice' telling U virtually countless other things 2 counteract these words, and this endless hellishness cannot B beaten, and I know it, and this is Y soon, very trucking soon; I know that I must run down 2 South America and vanish and disappear from here forever, at least so that I can make the seeming futile attempt 2 live out a tiny portion of my human life in some kind of relative peace and harmony, which is all that the futhermucking Mountainpen has ever wanted 4 himself 4 crying out goddamn ass louder than DOGTOWN on stink-steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now this can become a lengthy discussion on detailing many hard 2 disprove by my greatest haters and critics out here in Cyberville, including Mizz 'Making-it-up-as-I-go-along' from back in 2007, and many of her pals I'm only 2 sure as well; and this blog is an opening foundation here and naught some gigantic and 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE non-Sanders' attempt on Mountainpen's part 2 force anyone 2C higher truths on this first blog about this stuff, merely 2 reinforce that while others around me were able 2 pursue their successful lives and careers and enjoy their loving families with peeps around them who cared about them while in major unfathomable contrast, my hellish sub-existence has been totally filled with nothing but endless miseries and woe-whiz-me nightmares both day and night, awake as well as non-awake; and there indeed is a very simpler reason 4 it all, and no, it ain't that Mountainpen is some sicko whackadoo idiot imbecile special-ed prick who deserves all of the crap that he got in life, but rather; it is all because of this HUNTINGTON FAMILY ASTRAL WORLD CURSE, and behind it, the inconceivably powerful HALLS FAWCES, creating all of this hellish dilemmas that R one hundred percent unsolvable and irreparable by any possible human standards, as they R being caused by a totally invisible astral force and power called on that energetic plane of human perceptible invisibility, the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, and this Millionth Council actually when translated down into our world of mass and matter and physical beingness, all of our new age electronic devices and systems that no one today is able 2 live without them all around us, so anyone unable 2C how I am totally endlessly beyond trucking SCREWED HERE, is blinder than darkness itself, squared and steroidal, quintessentially!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There truly is no hope 4 me, and I know it, and so I go on endlessly watching everyone around me all of my life, go on with their lives of happiness and success, while this poor trucking goddamn worthless miserable Huntington Cursed victim of Astral Plane fawces, Mister Camden Licorice Plant HALL; HA-HA and TEE-HEE-HEE Mizz Munster; endlessly suffers in beyond quintessential futhermucking misery 2 the power of a millionth-COUNCIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I told U all years ago when I lived back at the PEE-HA joint, that crystals and all of those magical electronic doodads inside of mother boards has absolutely no explanation 4 how all of our gismos truly really work and operate, and any electrical engineer will admit this or else they R absolutely lying 2U, IPYT peeps. They all know how stuff works, electronically, but what is actually behind it all is as magical as the original wizards and Merlin's all supposedly were back a thousand years ago. They do not know what it all is, only Mountainpen actually does folks. It is the MILLIONTH COUNCIL of the ASTRAL PLANE. If U read your bibles through from cover 2 cover, they tell U basicly word 4 word, what these blogs R also telling all of U out here, but now if U read them with the enlightenment of post-Morianity, it will jump out at U and U will c that this otherwise impossible 2 believe junk, is absolutely the truth. This 2 put it extremely politely here, is Y the Mountainpen and his miserable rotten life is what it is, Mizz 2008-2009 King of Atlantic City and Blue-Berryville, in NJUSAESMWG!!!! So I could add in here, WOW-THAT, but what would B the goddessdog point of my doing THAT, girls and curls all notwithstanding here, gwate fwolks and wabbits??????? SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

End Transistors, and end transdimensional transmission.