7:24 AM on Wednesday morning, 26 July, 2023
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I NEVER ESCAPED CAPTAIN PICARD'S HELL-BOX IN 2301
CHAPTER 10
Anyone out here who believes me and envy's my 'magical life', is A FOOL ON QUINTESSENTIAL STEROIDS. Judge and punish me all U wish 2, great MILLCO, I'm saying this 2U, and back in 1969, 2U-BOY as well. Last night all of frucking goddessdog DOGTOWN broke loose 4 me, and I doubt that I can even remember all of it, but here goes, let me try wonderful good peeps. The most recent 2 things just happened within the past quarter hour. First, all of me' photos R hacked out again, even my own, and that was paid 4 and done at some office store, all legal, and is naught the property or image belonging 2 anyone else, such as the lovely golden moon with the illusion of the airship flying nearby it, and numerous others. But one powerful thing happened that is naught ugly and evil, my mother frucking Spellchecker program is suddenly functioning again, out of the blue and after approximately 6-10 weeks somewhere of it being poofed off and completely gone. Of course late yesterday afternoon I called my 'TECHY' joint and made an appointment 4 today at 10:10 this morning, mourning, and moanin'. I have proclaimed and told so many times, that if I had a frucking quarter 4 every time I blog-spoke it, I'd have thousands of dollars in the bank, instead of thirty-seven and forty-one cents, that the forces doing all these things 2 me all of me' goddessdog life, R masters of GAMING, and beyond sicko whack job nut cases. But on top of all of these endless games they play on me-me, or MIMI, or 'whatever', ole' pal, Bob Andrews, from the time range of 1975-1980; these sicko eternal gods from the Astral-Plane R indeed doing this 2 me, and I am naught imagining one tiny bit of any of these crazy maniacal things that R forever perpetrated upon me and happening all around me and 2 me 4 coming up on seventy flucking years now, U wonderful great awesome Blogaudians out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of this, my toilet went out on me again around one or two in the goddessdog moanin' which was the last straw of crap that began with the wild pest trucks, and B4-I finish telling this, a major HACK JUST STRUCK ME AT 7:41, WHERE AN ENTIRE SENTENCE SIMPLY VANISHED OFF THE BLOG PAGE, AND THEN SEVERAL RED SQUIGGLY LINES ON MISSPELLED WORDS, SHOWED UP, AND ALL ELSE WAS COMPLETELY BLANK. I am glad they did this, or if U did this MIDDIE-PINK-SKY; as now I am gonna' keep my mother flucking goddessdog appointment 2 get this machine wiped totally clean, and my junk all backed up and then reinserted. But they promised 2 get me a really high grade protection system also, hopefully some plans give an initial free time period, so that I can really C and judge 4 me'self if it is worth the money---here we go again, another sentence line poofed out completely. I took out the mother fucking internet modem plug and restarted my computer, and the blocked out section came back on the dock page. From now on, only when I post publish a blog or need the internet 4 something, will I plug in the computer plug into the Comcast modem, and the SPACEFORCE IS BEYOND WIPING ME OUT, PRESIDENT BIDEN KIND WONDERFUL SIR; AND I DO NOT C-Y-U-R UNABLE 2 ASSIST ME HERE WITH THIS NIGHTMARE PROBLEM, OH KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!! If I am targeted today, then who knows who it will B anytime in the future that this disease wishes 2 attack 4 whatever their sicko reasons, ICPE-APE-TECH or 'WHATEVER'?
MMMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCC
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 26th day of JULY, 2023, with off the scale computer hacking starting just shy of 8 this morning, along with major air persecution, major property damage from breaking my toilet, harassing me beginning around dusk last evening with an off the scale death assault on me, and 4 the past three days or so now placing me under another major death siege with the applying of tactics such as using noise, major air harassment, major health attacks and death beam strikes, major sonic Spaceforce depression attacks, and also attacked me at just shy of 9 o'clock tonight, on this 25th night in July of 2023, as well as yesterday's beyond SUPER BOTBAR DEATH STRIKE ON ME; causing me just about the WORST GODDAMN NIGHTMARE BOTBAR DAY OF MY ENTIRE LIFE, ON THIS 24th OF JULY, IN THE YEAR OF 2023; AND WHOEVER HAS DONE THESE FOLLOWING THINGS 2 ME TODAY, SINCE THIS AFTERNOON. BEGINNING OUT OF NOWHERE, A MAJOR HAVANA DEATH WEAPON STRIKE BY WOMO-SPACEFORCE, BLOWING OUT MY BOWELS, AND CAUSING ME 2 SHIT MYSELF IN MY NAP-SLEEP, AND AWAKENING ME SIMULTANEOUSLY WITH A MAJOR CRASH LEVEL AIR ASSAULT OVER MY RESIDENCE, MAJOR COMPUTER HACK JACK LATTISAW BLACK HAT ATTACKS, WORSE THAN IN AGES NOW, BROKE MY RAZOR THAT I HAD FOR MORE THAN 30 YEARS, CAUSED A VERY BAD ROAD INTENTIONAL-ACCIDENT 2 TRY AND STOP ME FROM BUYING ANOTHER RAZOR, HARASSING ME WITH CREDITOR JUNK FROM NEARLY 20 YEAR OLD DEBTS ON THE PHONE, AND BY MAIL; AND ALL OTHER PERSECUTIONS AND HARASSMENT'S AS WELL, LARGE AND SMALL, ALL DAY LONG AND NON-STOP; and that is all definitely a part of my problems with the PHILLIES-FLYERS-DOW JONES STOCK MARKET ASSAULT; and the related ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT ON ME; THAT ALL BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986; and on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. 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 a CRUSH DESTRUCT-SINGE DESTRUCT-TOTAL DESTRUCT-DESTRUCT ORDER, with 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, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
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Wednesday, March 28, 2007
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN FROM THE HEAD MORIAN
Maybe
it will concern absolutely mother ******* nobody at all but in case
it mother ******* does, this is now 16 years plus out into the
antimatter-space (the future), and things have only gotten worse,
naught one wee bit goddessdog better!!!!!!
Yes, these sicko MOTHER FLUCKING WOMO-SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES have struck my toilet, struck my computer with a hack worse than ever this entire year, and this recent assault started around dusk last night while I was out on me' frucking porch trying 2 enjoy a nice view of me' lovely half waxing moon AKA Goddess Diana, check any encyclopedia and don't take my word 4 slit, YO! WOW-THAT. 4 any decent person reading this nightmare blog, my words 2-U-R quite simple, and it comes straight from the STAR TREK original 1960's television show, the episode with the little dwarf Alexander and his putrid rotten society that he was being major mistreated by. It was something spoken 2 Captain Kirk from the leader of the planet, Parmon was his name; and I'll quote the snit. “How can U let this go on”??????????????? I honestly ask any authority out here, that 64 trillion dollar inflation question, 'right here and right now', oh lovely Lieutenant Anita VanBuren of “L&O”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes peeps, tell them 2 do their worst, as I WILL B LEAVING 4 FAR AWAY POINTS WITHIN A FEW WEEKS, AS I CANNOT TAKE THIS MUCKING ABUSE ANY LONGER, IT IS JUST THAT RED HENNINGSEN SEMPLE-SIMPLE YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Major crap will happen 2 somebody 4 this HELLISHNESS!!!
I NEVER ESCAPED CAPTAIN PICARD'S HELL BOX IN 2301, CHAPTER 9
AND NO WORLD, NAUGHT HIS 'HELL-BIX', TYPO, AKA A 'PBHE' (PRIOR BLOG HACK or ERROR)
9:03 Post Meridian, 25 July, 2023
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All of this blog will B in the black font and the only 2 things done on it will B the MAGNESONIC Capping 4 DOCUMENT UPDATE-RE-POPULATION, and the coloring of the blog pages into a light blue shade, and with all pages the same exact color. Nothing will B underlined or slanted either, so as 2C what happens if I just CAP in the MAGGIE-DOCK, and use the light blue colored pages.
I just was struck after going out onto me' mucking front porch 2 gaze at DIANA's lovely half moon waxing at HER first lunar quarter phasing position; dead zenith right over me' pre-fab residence, and pow, a crash level plane about 80 feet up or so, and very large and unusually stealth-quiet; came right over me as I flipped the dirt ball slit heads the mid-bird, at C-SQ!!!!!!! The time of the persecution, FAA, FPIA, and ACLU & World Court at the Hague; was 8:57 Post Meridian Eastern Daylight Savings time, here in Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG.
I got up around 2, and was awakened by 2 very loud pest control trucks parked outside me' window, making strange reverberating sounds in me residence almost eerily similar 2 that sound of Mister Carey non-Mickey-D, in that wild “Outer Limits” television show with the exceptionally bright son being tutored by the space invader named Mister Zeno. Also I find equally surreal and strangely bizarre here, as soon as I said my photos were coming out in black and white, instead of color or actually, CAPPING that into recent blogs from earlier ones done, back from the prior middle decade time circa; and pow; my establishing shot of the road near the bay some place, also is now doing this again, in 'B&W'. Only the MILLIONTH COUNCIL's evil one third chapter, the LAMBRIGG CULT of the evil sicko BRIGGBASE, operates like this; and would indeed B considered 2B here on Earth, the KINGS and ORIGINATORS of all bullying and taunts and teases done by small iritating annoying ignorant children, in need of major discipline with old style hickory sticks; back in those good old (Pre-Freudian days) that I totally frucking cherish!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can go on and on, but will save it 4 later on in the week, when my techy peeps finish their re-wiping-cleaning, and installing some powerful protection systems, 2 help alleviate me' black hat hacker problems; and also backing up all of me' files. I got a really good price, as they R working with me, knowing that I will B getting a new and updated computer around the holidays, and they will transfer all of me' discs into that later on, and will again B given another charge, so they R still making a good deal 4 the both of us. I always say, keeping good customers always beats ripping off everybody, and ending up with a bad name, and no more customers. Still many peeps all over the country and world 2 I'm sure, R total crooks; and operate in what Morianity labels as, the 'Dario Security way'. This will B me' final blog until later on in the week, and with the computer repaired, as well as FULLY HACK-PROTECTED; AND GUARANTEED 2B. They know that at least 100 hacks R on it, and there is even a chance some can B traced and REPORTED 2 THE COMPUTER CRIMES DEPARTMENT OF THE TRUCKING F.B.I., YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND U BETTER BET MISTER WARD CLEAVER SIR, THAT THIS WILL B REPORTED 2 THEM; as I have every right as a LEEEEEEEEEEGAL UNITED STATES CITIZEN, 2 do just THAT, ME' GREAT BRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!
Like I said, and will go on saying until someone someday gets this slit stopped.
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN
MMMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCC
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, using noise, major air harassment, major health attacks and death beam strikes, major sonic Spaceforce depression attacks, and also attacked me at just shy of 9 o'clock tonight, on this 25th night in July of 2023, as well as yesterday's beyond SUPER BOTBAR DEATH STRIKE ON ME; causing me just about the WORST GODDAMN NIGHTMARE BOTBAR DAY OF MY ENTIRE LIFE, ON THIS 24th OF JULY, IN THE YEAR OF 2023; AND WHOEVER HAS DONE THESE FOLLOWING THINGS 2 ME TODAY, SINCE THIS AFTERNOON. BEGINNING OUT OF NOWHERE, A MAJOR HAVANA DEATH WEAPON STRIKE BY WOMO-SPACEFORCE, BLOWING OUT MY BOWELS, AND CAUSING ME 2 SHIT MYSELF IN MY NAP-SLEEP, AND AWAKENING ME SIMULTANEOUSLY WITH A MAJOR CRASH LEVEL AIR ASSAULT OVER MY RESIDENCE, MAJOR COMPUTER HACK JACK LATTISAW BLACK HAT ATTACKS, WORSE THAN IN AGES NOW, BROKE MY RAZOR THAT I HAD FOR MORE THAN 30 YEARS, CAUSED A VERY BAD ROAD INTENTIONAL-ACCIDENT 2 TRY AND STOP ME FROM BUYING ANOTHER RAZOR, HARASSING ME WITH CREDITOR JUNK FROM NEARLY 20 YEAR OLD DEBTS ON THE PHONE, AND BY MAIL; AND ALL OTHER PERSECUTIONS AND HARASSMENT'S AS WELL, LARGE AND SMALL, ALL DAY LONG AND NON-STOP; and that is all definitely a part of my problems with the PHILLIES-FLYERS-DOW JONES STOCK MARKET ASSAULT; and the related ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT ON ME; THAT ALL BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986; and on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. 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 a CRUSH DESTRUCT-SINGE DESTRUCT-TOTAL DESTRUCT-DESTRUCT ORDER, with 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, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
My wild nightmares that the pest control trucks woke me out of, did me a real favor however. I was in Philly some place with a gun, and was some type of a hit man 4 the city mob families; only I was being set up 2B hit myself, and once realizing this was happening, I was doing all sorts of clever maneuvering in order 2 try and get out of my woes, but could naught seem 2 do it; and then nightmarish stuff just kept getting worse and worse, and in dreams, the emotions R always heightened, since we experience them in our glorified or dream bodies, and the great ECKISTS all know about those wild truths very damn well!!!!!! Shortly B4 this went down, I was in a court room and a judge was asking a panel of voirdire potential jurists various questions, and suddenly a lot of blood was all over the jury seats, and then the judge excused everyone not already selected and was not objected 2 by either side, the defense or the prosecution. Maybe in this wild hyperspace locale, the Philly-M thought that I'd turned states-E or something, since Y else would I-B there at Jury Duty; as all peeps like this R normally never even selected 2 do JD as they all have felony records for doing something or other. Still, just as I was about 2 get bumped and iced, boom; I awoke 2 that Mister-Carey sound from the TOL-TV-show. I know what peeps in the © Office may B thinking here, but NO; I absolutely promise U that my machines were not intentionally set up back in 2012 and 2013 even 2 slightly resemble that sound on the show, or in my residence this goddessdog afternoon. Even I know that coincidences R possible, well, somewhat. Obviously my systems made those sounds 4 some reasons, and maybe in the higher truths of everything, a connection is indeed there. I merely am stating that I didn't make those sounds on those 2013 tapes on me' musical project, intentionally, and had no thought of that TV-show in my conscious mind any place, and had not seen it 4 many many decades, totally forgetting it; at least on a conscious mental level!!!!!!!!!!!!
End Transmission.
I NEVER ESCAPED CAPTAIN PICARD'S HELL BOX IN 2301, CHAPTER 8
2:30 AM, Tuesday morning, 25 July, 2023
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Things R about as bad as they can get 4 mucking me, YO, and I am seriously pondering leaving Florida and this evil nation within the week, and just disappearing into South America forever, with the clothes on my runt huffing back!!!!!!!!!! The DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGE STOCK MARKET WAS UP MONDAY ABOUT 180 POINTS OR SO, & I CAN ONLY GIVE ROUGH ESTIMATES FROM MY HAYSTACK NEWS STREAMING SERVICES; but it is a close guess, from any of SSJKK's mighty pearl-guests; if I do say so me'self, YO awesome peeps! Here comes yet another mother yucking major computer hack. A document opened up while typing about the stock market. I was trying 2 say that the mother flucking markets R flying UP-UP-UP- UP-UP EVERY SINGLE TRADING DAY NOW IN HUUUUUUGE AMOUNTS, and of course it is all due 2 me' endless persecution, and harassment; from the WOMO-SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES, WEIN-SOSO-SSDD? Whenever I say slit that they don't like, POOF; it is always when documents just suddenly fly open, and weird screen pop-ups begin 2 mother frucking occur, and worse. But there is yet one other thing 2B discussed, and I truly wish that anyone reading this, gets this at lightning speed, 2 their nearest and most trusted preachers of any of the church following CHRISTIANITY folks out there; as they will relate 2 it 100 percent, only hopefully; I can educate them a wee bit beyond their old-world concepts and ideas, that in no way by altering their views into these teachings, undermines or lessens in the smallest way, Christ or Christianity; and if anything, it makes it all COME TOTALLY ALIVE IN FULL COLOR AND VIGOR. U-C-I do naught believe in a pitch forked horn headed “DEVIL” named SATAN, yet what I absolutely know 2B true, makes the biblical concept of this entire truth, explode with major intensity; as it is all entirely real and true and just not with some child frightening ugly guy, who seemingly has pen and paper in hand, & walking all around 2 and fro upon this planet, and hoping 2 make endless deals with humans 4 their 'endless-awareness' (souls)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It just ain't happening like this, people. But there is a left spinning subatomic energy force that runs the entire evil part of the Astral Plane's great MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, and Jesus Himself discussed them at one powerful time in Holy Scriptures, that is recorded in what we call, “our BIBLES”, concerning daring naught 2 call our fellow brethren 'FOOLS'! But Jesus talked about Dogtown and the DEVIL (SATAN) all throughout HIS ministry here on the Earth-Planet yes indeed, and was naught about 2 even try and make stuff as clear, or as absolute, in so far as Astral-Plane truths-revealed, because simply put; HE knew that humans couldn't and wouldn't B able 2 properly grasp them, and is Y my writings of course lose all of their real power, at least in these dark ages, of perhaps the year eighty, through about 2,080, or later even still. That super flucking goddamn annoying ODF-HACK never ever goes away, and hopefully, the PSL TECHY PLACE can find it, and get it removed; as I am heading within the next three days, over there; and I am leaving this machine, and if he cannot fix it, then he can effing ass keep it or junk it!!!!!!! But let me finish out me' frikkin' whittle pernt here, Sir Archibald Bunker of Queens, NYUSAESMWG. When I got up early this morning upon awakening from some crazy and wild dreams with a dude who I never even met here in me' waking life, the great and illustrious SHERIFF KEN J. MASCARA, OF SL-COUNTY-FLOWERLAND-USA; I was brutally assaulted right away with two major items, and one has 2 do with what I want the Christian ministers 2 hear, here in my story; if anyone reading it can get this 2 anyone of them. Christians, true bible believing ones; know about, and freely admit 2 and discuss, “Demonic Oppression”; and this is not ever 2B confused with DEMONIC POSSESSION. With oppression, these left spinning, or electromagnetic negative polarity 'HALLS FAWCES', connect into the moods of human beings, and this is very real. Many peeps have what is called in the psych industry, the mental illness of 'DEPRESSION', and it is absolutely one and the same thing with DEMONIC OPPRESSION, and it is very real, it exists; and it is confused with what is now termed in the post-Freudian days of psychiatry, the mental illness or disorder labeled 'DEPRESSION'. But here is how a patient can know, despite anyone in the so-called head shrinker experts club (HSEC) saying differently, and IPYT absolutely; simply by using what my Morianity calls and labels, the “BOUNCE-BACK-ABILITY” theory, whereby no matter what happens 2 make anybody get depressed, after a short time; a biologically healthy brain, will always BOUNCE RIGHT BACK 2 NORMAL again. There is no set time, but it is of course in a ratio of how bad the crap was, that got us all depressed 2 begin with. If it was a minor thing, maybe that period would range in a healthy brain along the lines of between 30 minutes 2 a couple of hours. If it was a major thing, the period could B 3 hours 2 up 2 half a day, and then the in-between minor 2 major would likewise have some type of an in-between recuperative time range; but the key word is that a healthy mind that is naught clinically depressed, no matter what, does indeed have a healthy averaged bounce-back time, and we do bounce back. Yes from the second I awoke, a major heavy attack on me was done by the LEFT SPINNING SUBATOMIC PARTICLE ENERGY FAWCES, that Christians R perfectly free 2 re-word in their old-world lingo, as a DEMONIC or SATANIC ATTACK. I assure the world, it is not apples and oranges, but rather, SIX IN ONE, AND HALF A DOZEN IN THE OTHER, U KNOW; THE VERY SAME DAMN ASS THING, just worded in 2 varying ways, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes world, I woke up, and I instantly fell under MAJOR DEMONIC OPPRESSION, and every single time this happens 2 me, the day goes beyond off the frucking scales SUPER BOTBAR, and don't try handing trucking me folks, that well; 'I am expecting it, and C the parallel, and thus go onto create a BOTBAR DAY 4 ME'SELF', as this is total 100 percent bull-slit on steroids. No mood, no wishing, no mind games, no any of this; makes things happen out on the roads, makes air pilots come death-crash-close 2 me, makes my bowels explode during a nap, and on and on we can go here, oh Sir Mister Biden, and fellow Reaganomics-hater-BROTHER out there!!!!!!! I am in no way causing any of this 2 happen, so hey, don't even go there me' wonderful peeps out here, just don't, pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze!!!!!!!!!! It is total crap, and I have no time 2 sit around eating crap!!!!!!! These demonic attacks happen, and then POOF-POW-BANG-SLAM-ZAMZONK-ALLAGAZAM, and then all of DOGTOWN then goes onto break frikkin' ass loose all around me!!!!!!!!! When I suddenly get that burst of DEMONIC OPPRESSION, and I am speaking now of well over 3 solid decades of this slit folks; POW; stuff like today then goes onto happen, and I am totally powerless 2 stop it, and don't start with that bible reading, and prayers, and all of that total ass junk; pwetty pwetty pweeeeeeze!!!! The other thing done 2 me this moanin' B4 all the afternoon-evening hellishness later came 2 pass; was being thrown off of my ROKU-TV-APPS, over and over again, until I just decided, 'truck U WOMO'; I'll just watch my goddamn ass DVD player 4 a while, and then it was after that time that I got suddenly sleepy, and then went onto take my four hour or so afternoon nap and then, well, U all know the rest of that nightmare flucking tale from DOGTOWN, and there is no need 4 me 2 reiterate it, YO BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!
Like I said, and will go on saying until someone someday gets this slit stopped.
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN
It was summer time in 1986, and I still resided at Highview Apartments and had naught yet moved into Barf-Karpf's home in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG. Suddenly I began 2 witness this harassment on me, and especially the REALLY NASTY MAJOR ILLEGAL AIR PERSECUTION AROUND ME, yet it was never a provable reality, so I could naught get it stopped, nor can I even 2 this very damn day. HOW DO U SPELL THE WORD 'UNFAIR' OR 'CRUEL-2-THE-EPITOME', oh wonderful great President Biden, kind sir? It can B spelled in several ways: WOMO, SPACEFORCE, OTAMM, SPAMMENIES, LIFE OF MISTER MOUNTAINPEN, MARK WAYNE MOHR, and all along those lines. Just in case U may ever B wondering, oh kind sir!!!!! Maybe we can even throw in, 'my rotten sicko family', and yes of course, Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG'. This is no longer a mother ******* computer with a lot of hacks. It has now officially mother ******* become a gargantuan beyond Senator Sanders HUUUUUUUUUUUGE BLACK-HAT COMPUTER HACK, attempting 2 pass itself off as a goddamn mother ******* computer!!!!!!!!!! I have a list of slit so long, that I doubt that any TECHY can help me.
Yes of course, I am not trying to get all esoteric or philosophical, or pretend that I know all of the answers. I AM NOT Patty Hollister, and this is not the late sixties, or early seventies. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT folks, Jesus Christ Almighty YO; let's play Bob Schleigh's game, at the Camden, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG security gatehouse. LET'S INDEED “BE REAL”, folks!! No ordinary mother ducking dream can be more real than ten times all of your other dreams put together, and no ordinary dream can alter your mother trucking waking life from the second that you wake up out of it. Yes Spellchecker, it is totally outlandish!!!!!!! But it's way more than that. It definitely fits the Agent Falcon/Agent Condor profile for why things may have all gone down like this. Anyone who follows ufology at all, knows that huge walls and blocks are real; and that there is indeed a powerful cover-up of 'SOMETHING'. Just what, my jury is totally out; but definitely mucking 'SOMETHING', YO! For right god-dog now, that is all that I have to say, but know this my Blogaudians. We'll be further exploring down this road, and without any help from my ex-son in law Nicky, and his magical hyperspace road-trips through time and hyperspace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, my ELECTRONIC stuff did appear to be able to create “monster-ass recordings”!!!! The man in any realm, was 'telling it true', oh lovely little Sandra Tammie D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So who out here was smart enough 2 pick up on a computer word-sentence break HACK or a (WSB-HACK) on a recent prior blog, happening at the exact time, Sir Shakespeare, of my 6-D MIND HACK that struck me like a ton of slit bricks cubed and CUBAN?????????????? Yes, the HIGHLIGHT-HACK is also here 2 stay, TECHY MAN of PSL-FL-USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
'THE END'; oh lovely katy Savant-2007.
I NEVER ESCAPED CAPTAIN PICARD'S HELL BOX IN 2301, CHAPTER 7
JULY 24, 2023, MONDAY NIGHT 10 PM, & SUPER BOTBAR!!!!!!!
THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
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I NEVER ESCAPED CAPTAIN PICARD'S HELL BOX IN 2301, CHAPTER ---
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BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, FOLKS, here it is, we come 2 it YO, a MAJOR MOTHER ******* OVER-DUE B-O-T-B-A-R, and boy oh boy oh boy UNCLE GODDESSDOG BILLY, THIS WAS ONEOFEM, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of thissssssssssssssss, A MAJOR MOTHER ******* CUM-PUKE-HER HACK BEGAN THE SECOND THAT I ACTIVATED THIS MACHINE THIS MOTHER ******* EVENING, AT AROUND TEN MINUTES PAST SEVEN OF THE ROCK CHUCKING ASS CLOCK, BRAHHHHH!!!!! The hack is naught gonna' mother ******* let up either, so just how much of a blog I will B able 2 mother ******* do is anybody's best GUEST'S GUESS, ON OR OFF OF ANY JEWELLY DAYS, JEWEL DAYS, PEARL DAYS, HARBOR DAYS; OR DECEMBER 7 OF 1996 DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Wednesday, March 28, 2007
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN FROM THE HEAD MORIAN
Maybe
it will concern absolutely mother ******* nobody at all but in case
it mother ******* does, this is now 16 years plus out into the
antimatter-space (the future), and things have only gotten worse,
naught one wee bit goddessdog better!!!!!!
SHERIFF KEN J. MASCARA OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY,
FLORIDA-USA, OH KIND MARVELOUS NICE SIR:
THIS IS A MAJOR-MAJOR-MAJOR MOTHER FLUCKING
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FLORIDA-USA, OH KIND MARVELOUS NICE SIR:
THIS IS A MAJOR-MAJOR-MAJOR MOTHER FLUCKING
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FLORIDA-USA, OH KIND MARVELOUS NICE SIR:
THIS IS A MAJOR-MAJOR-MAJOR MOTHER FLUCKING
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SHERIFF KEN J. MASCARA OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY,
FLORIDA-USA, OH KIND MARVELOUS NICE SIR:
THIS IS A MAJOR-MAJOR-MAJOR MOTHER FLUCKING
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FLORIDA-USA, OH KIND MARVELOUS NICE SIR:
THIS IS A MAJOR-MAJOR-MAJOR MOTHER FLUCKING
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SHERIFF KEN J. MASCARA OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY,
FLORIDA-USA, OH KIND MARVELOUS NICE SIR:
THIS IS A MAJOR-MAJOR-MAJOR MOTHER FLUCKING
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Whether or naught I am gonna' mother yucking survive this endless death assault from WOMO-SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES is anybody's best GUEST'S GUESS, ON OR OFF OF ANY JEWELLY DAYS, JEWEL DAYS, PEARL DAYS, HARBOR DAYS; OR DECEMBER 7 OF 1996 DAYS. I must without further delay here, get my MAGGIE counterstriking, 4 this most awful flucking total major BOTBAR DAY: This was one of the worst ones in many years, and IPYT great awesome illustrious peeps out here in Cyberville!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MAGGIE, U must learn 2 protect your creator, the photo of me as shown below, so allow machine mind of the 6-D, 2 make the proper analysis now; and do your goddessdog job, willya'?
MAGGIE, U must learn 2 protect your creator, the photo of me as shown above, so allow machine mind of the 6-D, 2 make the proper analysis now, and do your goddessdog job, willya'?
MMMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCC
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, and causing me just about the WORST GODDAMN NIGHTMARE BOTBAR DAY OF MY ENTIRE LIFE, ON THIS 24th OF JULY, IN THE YEAR OF 2023; AND WHOEVER HAS DONE THESE FOLLOWING THINGS 2 ME TODAY, SINCE THIS AFTERNOON. BEGINNING OUT OF NOWHERE, A MAJOR HAVANA DEATH WEAPON STRIKE BY WOMO-SPASCEFORCE, BLOWING OUT MY BOWELS, AND CAUSING ME 2 SHIT MYSELF IN MY NAP-SLEEP, AND AWAKENING ME SIMULTANEOUSLY WITH A MAJOR CRASH LEVEL AIR ASSAULT OVER MY RESDIDENCE, MAJOR COMPUTER HACK JACK LATTISAW BLACK HAT ATTACKS, WORSE THAN IN AGES NOW, BROKE MY RAZOR THAT I HAD FOR MORE THAN 30 YEARS, CAUSED A VERY BAD ROAD INTENTIONAL-ACCIDENT 2 TRY AND STOP ME FROM BUYING ANOTHER RAZOR, HARASSING ME WITH CREDITOR JUNK FROM NEARLY 20 YEAR OLD DEBTS ON THE PHONE, AND BY MAIL; AND ALL OTHER PERSECUTIONS AND HARASSMENTS AS WELL, LARGE AND SMALL, ALL DAY LONG AND NON-STOP; and that is all definitely a part of my problems with the PHILLIES-FLYERS-DOW JONES STOCK MARKET ASSAULT; and the related ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT ON ME; THAT ALL BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986; and on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. 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 a CRUSH DESTRUCT-SINGE DESTRUCT-TOTAL DESTRUCT-DESTRUCT ORDER, with 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, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
This is a major DYING utterance & declaration, and if I am found dead in this hellish joint; we all know who has indeed committed murder on the MOUNTAINPEN!
Yes peeps, my day, as U can C from reading my instructions 2 me' MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE, or MAGGIE 4 a quick slang; had numerous horiffic BOTBAR-PIECES 2 it, and I'll now break down some of thisssssssssss 4 U, and U2, lovely Mizz Susan Lucci Erica Cane from the great early-middle 1983 year 'AMC' episode, where U mention that U have spoken so many 'S' sounds, that U feel like a snake. Well, B of great cheer lovely lady, as U won't ever look like one!!!!!!! Yes, shall we break down this monstrous horrible flucking day 4U all, me' wonderful glorious Morians and Blogaudians out there in Cyberville, AKA CYBER-VILLAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!
I went 2 take an afternoon nap, and as soon as I did, spam phone calls began coming in, obviously from the very same creditor crook who is illegally harassing me on a nearly two decade old account I used 2 have with the GEMB-PENNY'S place, back in Jersey; and that I have absolutely zero intentions of giving them one thin dime now or ever. Nobody twisted their arm 2 buy an old debt from me or anybody else, and their crap will just B tossed in the trash, and their calls will go unanswered, 4 the rest of me' life if need B. I don't flucking care one wee bit. I have been told that I don't owe them one cent by law, yet they claim they will take legal action against me, and so I say, GO RIGHT AHEAD MOTHER SLUCKERS. C IF I GIVE A GODDAMN HOOT POLLUTE. My two major national credit reporting agencies have my score at 801 and 804, and there is nothing that they can do 2 me. No judge will ever award them a penny, and if they sue me, I will go into court and claim a counter suit harassment on THEM, on a debt from so long ago, since we all know our rights under the credit laws; and anything past ten years, unless owed 2 the government or in extremely unusual rare circumstances, cannot ever B legally collected by anyone; no matter who wishes 2 believe differently about that, out there in creditor land. They cannot lower FICO scores either, only the credit bureaus do; and they have informed me they won't lower my score one point over debts that ancient. Also, there were many extenuating circumstances 4-Y-I challenged my obligatory indebtedness 2 the GEMB, and a couple of other creditors from so long ago; and it is definitely arguable in court, even if those debts were naught long since legally expired times, YO! Still, this was only one part of this miserable day, and there was a lot flucking more. As I said, they hit me with a death sonic weapon or whatever they do, and made me wake up shitting myself, and simultaneously, I was being struck with a crash level private aireal vessel. Then the shaver broke apart 4 no good reason, that had been serving me well 4 a very long time, and had no business just breaking; as steel objects do not break, nor iron, as if they did; in relatively short time periods, then all of the convicts in prison would B having a party right now, and far away from their home where they all just busted out of, YO. Not one escape from prison ever happened because the iron bars just rusted out and were easily overcome and broken. Not one prison break in the history of metal bars has this happened; I did not say nothing was ever hack sawed. U know what I mean, Mister Bill Withers from 1971 without our mutual pal McNulty, so hey there me' great folks, don't leave me any cute ass comments, pweeeeeeeeeze. TANKS, and BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So peeps, it is time 4 me 2 now post up my most recent MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES FOR BOTBAR, ABBREVIATED 2 AS U ALL SHOULD KNOW BY NOW, AND U2 MISTER ISLANDER BILLY JOEL GREAT SIR; (MP4B)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES CHARTS IN 2023, JWSC-YR-11
2023 ANNUAL MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:
DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B
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SUPPORT LEVEL
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5/16------136------39-----------------------29---X---4
5/17------137------39-----------------------28---X---1
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MAY-JULY MONTHS MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:
DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B
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JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY, IS THIS HONESTLY 4 REAL/E?
BOY OH BOY OH BOY UNCLE NON B-F, JUST BILLY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!
WHO ELSE OUT THERE AT MY AGE IS GOING THROUGH THIS HORRIBLE MONSTER ASS FLUCKING SLIT, WITHOUT ANY END IN SIGHT, OR HOPE WHATSOEVER? SOUNDS LIKE A HELL BOX 2 ME, 'TNG-ST-ENGINEER JORDI', NON-TTZ JODY-DAD STURKA!!!!!!!!! Wanna' cut me a brake here, lovely Mizz Margie Leo, from 'Caldor-113', in November of 1985???????
Watch out there WOMO-SPACEFORCE. U ain't seen nothin' yet of Mister Al Jolson II, or his Maggie-6-D-cum-puke-her-Counterstriking, and yes sir mother twatters, IPYT; and in SPADES, along with hearts, diamonds, clubs, and all other jewels and Jewelly Whites!!!!!!!
I awoke early this moanin' after only three hours of sleep, causing me 2 take a long afternoon nap 2 catch up on me' needed rest at me' ole' sick age; and I went outside 2C what the weather was like, as if I needed 2, here in this misery steam bath that many of us all over the southern part of this nation R feeling; and I saw the nabe 2 the north, or his trailer, being cleaned out and trash taken out 2 the curb; and I got speaking 2 the nice lady who was doing it, and yes; he died over the weekend, after being seriously ill now 4 some time, and yes; I believe that his ill health was definitely helped along, by my endless HAVANA DEATH WEAPONRY USED ON ME BY SPACEFORCE. President BIDEN, my wannabe' pal; please try and do something 2 stop this. I know U-R in fact trying 2 do something; as I recently heard something on the news, U know what's being said. I know no greater threat 2 this nations overall damn security, than this horrendous evil Earthly-chaptered BRIGGBASE cult, the WOMO-SPACEFORCE, and yes sir Honorable J. R. Biden; my personal; SPAMMENIES as well!!!!! U have complete access 2 my copyrighted material oh sir, so check this entire thing out, if U haven't already; oh wonderful great marvelous kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR CALENDAR:
MONDAY, JULY 24, 2023---11-216---JWSC
CURRENT PHASE IS: WAXING CRESCENT 7:7
N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
WANING CRESCENT------(WN-C)
WANING GIBBOUS--------(WN-G)
WAXING CRESCENT------(WX-C)
WAXING GIBBOUS---------(WX-G)
WHAAAAAAAA-BIT---METZSKER---AND ELMER FWUDDDDD:
Now here is a trilogy if I ever saw it, back in 1987 up there in North New Jersey. Or maybe all 10-SC Avenues, it is just one gargantuan TRINIDAD, as some say, south of Trump's border.
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN
Holy Callio-COW-LEO-Holly Hollister HH call-ten. Please don't die on me, lovely Mizz Ross!
Well Sir PURG-PIP-TTZ-SERLING; it is either the wildest family affair ever, or else, as my nightmares from last night were all about; I am proving 2 the world that I died and went 2 DGTN.
RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL
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Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness.
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#17, Rats, Tats, and Playing Real [Non-Eagles] Football,
091807.731 I AM BURNING IN DGTOWN----subtitle
Well,
for two straight geeks and weeks, they have put me through a
living shit-hell!!!!!!!!! Everyday this month is off the scale
super botbar and super high Calliotammic as I refer 2 it
as!!!!!!!!!! Computer is acting very weird also, and I will not
B making a long blog, but it is the sworn duty to every officer
of the court in this wicked and evil 'natio nation ratio
ration', to avenge my MAJOR DEATH AND MURDER, AS I HAVE INDEED
BEEN MURDERED BY THESE WICKED AND EVIL PEOPLE, mentioned in all
dying utterances and declarations on all and any of my prior
web-logging. Motorcycle trash R major bad, as they were 4 me
back last Sunday, forgot 2 mention this on the post-weekend
blogs, and last night my home theater was hit again on several
occasions, the mono side cut out attack, and the deactivation
of a VCR machine on several occasions when on. Health attacks,
road attacks, being followed and threatened and violated, and
the list reads like a who’s who in the “India Poverty
Registry”, sorry Kali my love. I am despised 4 daring 2 B so
madly in love with this fantastic great all mighty being, by
our down-line perspective Aniwho.
I
really was stupid and humanly innocent enough 2 believe that
the guard we will call [Bearded Bob] for now and in future
reference, when I am referring 2 the next-door property site of
the post that I pull guard duty at on weekends, came over after
ignoring me for two months, and deliberately tried to hack my
mind. If I listened, what a damn fool I would B, as he also is
convinced in the reality of those existing will get 2
experience oblivion and nirvana, same diff. I know 4 a fact
that this is not true, as would anyone who would do precisely
what I am about to tell, for the um-teenth time, just to make a
more emphatic point. Try 2 understand something rapies and
germios. If a bizarre set of esoteric coincidences were not
directly in charge of directing a gargantuan plot on a cold
December night into early morning, back in the year of 1969, my
entire life, would B on such a totally different course, not
only would none of these blogs B here, but internet and today’s
world and this new age would not B. Complex pieces in a cosmic
equation include Reagan being shot by Hinckley, and living
verses dying, as in many hyperspaces, he lived, and in many he
did not live, and also the great Lottery Cat would never have
revealed himself 2 me, nor would lightning, nor through her,
her cousin, Sarah-Stacey. Lois Foca, the song would not B in
the US © office in Washington, DC, nor would any song I wrote
ever, nor would they ever had been written, nor would I ever
had been employed at the world renown Recorded Publication
Sound Recording Studio. Never would Donna Summer have done her
version of HAIR, musically, and HSM does indeed with no jokes
meant, stand 4 both HYPERSPACE-ME’S AND HIGH SCHOOL MUSICALS,
Doctor Margaret, of the Institute 4 Medical Research, Doctor
Coryell. His and Her Majesty owned many a ship also, throughout
many of my long centuries of existing in your mortal world
HELL!!!!!!!! Another HSM, wow, ain’t there lots and lots
ofem????????????????? Russell Thaxton U must understand, ON A
SCHOOL NIGHT, rang my apartment door bell at one o’clock in
the freaking morning, and if my mom had not been out on a date
with Mr. Crown that night, both of us would have gotten what U
all call in this weird modern, can’t obey the bible and hit
your kids world, a time out so long that it would encircle the
galaxy and then spin off into intergalactic deeper spaces.
Don’t Fornication Upon Consent of King-ing Godsdamn laugh,
this shit ain’t funny. Major aerial harassment is also
ongoing; as I speak a loud roof scrapper is violating my civil
rights and those of Mr. Himacane’s. This air siege is finally
today, picking up what I call a major lapse in ‘pussy-command’.
It has been very low based on a parallel event that brings it
higher and higher up, the more the air siege without any let up
continues 2 occur!!!!!!!!!! I literally, could have said hi 2
10 luscious young cakes around 25-35 and had my way with them,
the way some were eyeballing me, I think I would honest to the
gods been raped if I had been alone somewhere, and they were in
one bunched up gang. Two of them in a food store in Stratford,
NJUSAESMWG literally wanted to pinch my ass, to me this is all
disgusting, I am old school, but my hearing is not failing nor
fooling me, I heard what I heard, and saw them out of the
corner of my eye, while bending down to get some tuna fish
placed on a low shelf in the store. Think about what I could do
to this EVIL EMPIRE, on any given day when so much of there
siege results in this major freaking heightened
PUSSY-COMMAND!!!!!!!!! I know that all of this sounds nasty,
but we cannot always B as Tommy Roe polite when explaining
things pertaining 2 so much gods awful wickedness and demonic
activity. It amazes me that I can only talk to the future, but
thank the gods, that U at least R listening 2 me, and THIS IS
‘ROCK’ THE GREAT’S, STAR TREK EQUATION, AS HE IS CRUSHING
POOR SHATNER HALF 2 DEATH, with the emphasis of an emotional
Hercules, that “THEY” absofuckinglutely knew that I would
realize later if not SOONER, that who cares whether or not
anyone is listening to me today? The unborn can hear me right
now on the fourth dimension, thanx to the reality of distance
delay teck or as it is called in the future DDT2, almost in
fun, so it never can B wrongfully confused with the original
DDT pesticides of the middle 20th century. No Bearded Bob, I am
not trying 2 convince present day populations of shit anymore,
my common sense eventually kicked in, nut smart as UR Mr.
Chemical Engineer by week day and guard by week end, U know
nothing about astrophysics nor the general and special
relativity equations postulated by a good friend of my dad’s,
My Einstein. Y won’t U send back some pop-ups 2 help me out
of this nightmare, World Lab? Is it not strange and wildly
weirdly coincidental that those tow friends of Sarah, Paula and
Nina, R in this time period or a later one, into the more
humane networks of society? Yeah, I search on Google two
Sabrina; everybody does Except President Hopeful Branch. Anyone
that does not C the wild coincidences and far out cousinly
stories all taking form, has never Goggled up this entire story
that I have been telling 4 close 2 two mortal world Earth
annual periods, [years]. Godda freaking admit, it is a bit
fantastic, am I really so wrong?????????
Well, I sent my
2 grand 2 the E-Trade and opened my account 2 days ago, and
started with 2 long positions on the Dow Index Futures, and
this means a profit of 200 bucks per every one hundred points
that it climbs, so harass me all U fucking want 2 ya filthy
pricky bastard toilet-seat-rockers!!!!!!!!!! Since the air shit
won’t quit, fine and dandy mommy jumpers, as I speak a super
low pass again, and planes both small and large, civilian and
military, small but nasty kemtrails R back, loud jets and
choppers as well, plus all that nice pussy-action!!!!!!!!
Utility attacks, computer Lattisaw jack hack attacks, home
theater and other devices weirdly manipulated under the total
control of the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Yeah, guess it
was my destiny 2B surrounded one way or another with Stacey’s,
as even my landlady’s college daughter is a STACEY, and
spelled with the [E], the way the Almighty spells her name. Go
ahead plane, crash right the fuck in front of the trailer park.
WHERE THE FUCK IS MULLICA TOWNSHIP POLICE and the NEW JERSEY
STATE POLICE, when your constitutional and civil rights R
getting totally wiped and whacked!!!!!???????????? I plan 2
take advantage of the pussy command, and get a string of
luscious girlfriends as well, so Mizz Benitar, just keep
hittin’ me with your best fucking shot; U just ga’hed and
freaking fire away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hello to the
future, screw back here in the time period where I am living. I
know all about the King-Soifer World Lab, and I in the year
2301 jump out of a sky-car 2 my death, after I get kidnapped in
Brigantine, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, this
universe and hyperspace catalog as of time and date printed at
top of this web logging report datfile. Officially, this is
datfile 00001, and no matter what blog title or number that
supersedes this one, each one will now become DATFILE 2, 3, 4
and continue 2 proceed upwards in chronological order. Chronis
himself came to Brigantine in PLAYFIELD JZPXTEY-2953687, under
the name in this datfile game, of Zuudlochronus, in some of my
website docs and blogs on other non-site locations, I refer to
the differences in spelling only 4 the record, that astrally HE
sometimes spells his name with and sometimes without the
English letter of [N]. Thank U for almost wrecking this
horrible town a while back with SUNMAG. I need lots more
natural disasters, floods, hurricanes which 4 two seasons have
been blocked by Briggbase enemies using
ANTIMAGNETICSOUNDMACHINE TECK, tornadic activity, volcanic
activity, and tectonic platasonics, and water displacement
balance teck, THANK U. I definitely need major help, this video
game set to AVM is unfair and I challenge it on a 29-TFWPCG
official level. Within a few months, a 16000 + DJIA Stock
Market System will B there, just as I said that it will, as
everything I say comes true, in every shade of black and blue,
and still I wait 4 them 2 state, that I am here, Mizz Kirshty.
U all know out in 2301 that Russ Thax came over in this video
game set on AUDIO/VIDEO/MATERIAL-full trace laser scan, [FTLS]
and that the first move was having Misses Goodfellow
6-D-influenced or SDI, 2 get horny and rape him, committing the
heinous act of child abuse, endangerment, and contributing 2
the delinquency of a minor. Then move 2 was to SDI him to find
the unopened fifth of straight Vodka, open it, and drink it all
down in his room, the Ross Midnight Action was now further
embarking. Then, since he knew we would both B literally floor
wiped by my baseball bicep mom if caught together at 1 AM on a
school night, or any night, he was in move three of VG-AVM
SDI’d to come over with some strange ‘knowing’ that my
mom would just happen 2B out on a date with boyfriend-Sid. Then
move 4, as the RMA, or the Ross Midnight Action continued 2
progress and ensue, he SDI’s me 2 burn the remaining half of
the magical contents of the locked ‘sea chest’ appearing
box, in my bedroom apartment closet, in that early hour in
early middish December in 1969-AD, in New Jersey, USAWSMWG. Now
the super wowish RMA, remember from PB, the song Diana Ross had
in 1985 called CHAIN REACTION, and what was the other object
that was in the box B4 the great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah took it
out of there both physically and astrally, but THE CHAIN, given
2 me by John Henningsen, given 2 me by a mister Hans Worshing
from the Philadelphia Boys Club and the Big Brother’s
Association of America. 2301, U all know my complete story back
here in what U perceive as your past, but I am real here on a 3
dimensional plane, and just because more than 29 decades
separates us in photonic distance, it is the same space on the
fourth dimension. IC that all of the Google system now fits
into your grand scheme of all of this, right down to this AVM
DATFILE GAME 4, and includes all that I have been put through
and experimented with. Now, I ask for a RELIEF-CLAUS, under the
ACT OF UNUSUAL PRIORLIFERS DISCOVERIES or the Relcla of the UPD
ACT, THANK U!!!!!!!!! I will now send back all of my material
to all of the times to the United States Library of Congress
for official ©. I demand a GAME OVER, please make papers
appear in the 1990’s about this video game and Sarah Krassle.
Thank U 4 compliance under the UPD Act.
END
TRANSMISSION-----------------------------------------4 now,
whatever now is!!!!
GOOGLE-SWIS-WORLD LAB- official web
documentation @datfile #1: MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN
All
blogging is co-copyrighted in these names, if these names R on
these blogs.
DATFILE NUMBER l--------------------END
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GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 92
Wednesday was a major ducking BOTBAR DAY. Still, I see the fawces of Mister runt chewing Hall at work big time, as Goddess hates her biggest secrets getting out. Fine. The old evental time warp equation of 1987 will always come into play, at least in my mind, to quote Uncle Heinz Gottwald of Babylon, New York, the now latengrate banker of snooty snotty society! These illegal mother truckers R in here today slamming non-stop, and next, my schmucking rock chucking roaches will be right back. U can just go and bet on that one; me' kind Sheriff Mascara sir!!!!
PLAYFIELDS OR NAUGHT, MIZZ AT&T BLAKE:
PINK GODDESS admits to wanting to use my DNA, ever since she saw me across the fence in Eden, that day just over 13,000 years ago, when I was who and what the Earthers call by the name, 'CAIN'. As you read from the very beginning of HER Holy Words, SHE seems interested in multiplying the population of this little simulationogram-experiment. Before I was David, I know that I was promised that I will have more descendants here than there are countable stars in the night sky, as I said, just read the damn mother lucking book and don't trust a thing my blogs tell. I knew in Atlantic City as a boy, that SHE had come back to me; only I was as clueless as ten mayors, ten Tandy toys, ten kids from back in the American eighties, along with ten Mizz Kim Wilde's as well. I am not making this mother fruyucking stuff up, Apollo-13 Astronaut, Mister Ken Mattingly. IPYT!
WELL, naught 2 get 2 many courthouse employees overly excited here, but-but-but,
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT and butt:
All trucking stunt day long, BANGING DOORS, CAR STEREOS OUTSIDE MY WINDOW, and yes Sheriff sir, it appears to be a convoy of cars that drive down from higher number streets to my west, along Avenue B, that usually turn to the right towards Orange Avenue on Seventh Street. Sometimes, they come from US-1 Federal Highway along Avenue B, and as they stop for the light, they crank up the music if you want to call that skit music, right at my window, to annoy only me; and then they lower it. Persecution from these nabes from flucking hell was all day long once it began around noon or so. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT Sheriff sir, it began in a parallel universe. I was 'dreaming' that this was all going on, and then I got up around quarter past mother frucking nine in the stick licking rotten morning, and all was quiet for a couple of hours; and then POW-BOOM, these bastard animals took no prisoners today on me, kind sir, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I start out before coming back here to the waking world, BEING HARASSED BY THESE YUCKING QUIRK OFF SCUM BAG HALLS FAWCES, it always follows me back through the hyperspace-channel of KEVIN BACON FLATLINERS TOWEL SEEPAGE HSE, MY BRO!
MAJOR TRUCKING HACKING IS ON ME RIGHT NOW UP IN 2023, ALTERING MY COLORS AND MY FONTS WHILE TRYING 2 PASTE IN THIS FLUCKING GLASS HORSE SLIT, SHERIFF SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IPY THAT 'MAGGIE' WILL CAUSE BEYOND TRUCKING GODDAMN HUUUUUUUGE SLIT LATER AS THIS WEEK CONTINUES 2 MARCH ONWARD, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes sir SHERIFF, look what's being spoken-copied as this major STACEY LATTISAW JACK HACK BLACK HAT COMPUTER ASSAULT IS BEING PERPETRATED ILLEGALLY UPON A COMPLETELY LEGAL MOTHER LUCKING AMERICAN CITIZEN HERE, OH SIR!!!!!!!!!!!! Every time that I hit the 'UNDERLINE', it causes the font 2 change from RED 2 BLACK, and this is a major hack!!!! Yes Spellchecker; the part of U that still hasn't been hacked off, 4 the SPACEFORCE-WOMO'S own reasons quite obviously, yes; is when I type in the, 'HAC', then that appears, and by a simple “ENTER-KEY” click, out it comes onto the document, YO. Allow or 'PERMIT' me 2 show U, me' kind SHERIFF, oh sir: HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tell the WOMO-SPACEFORCE that their moms were wonderful and teriffic last night in bed; a real milfer's wet dream, oh sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They have the death beams on my body again as well, kind Sheriff Mascara. When I am soon found dead in here, you will find a blog address on my computer screen, a note taped to it will give my blog address, and it says, “Sheriff Mascara, I have been murdered and swear to this under fear of an almighty GOD, and burning in HELL for lying. For full details, please go to this internet address”:
www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/
No one could ever identify SARAH on Tennessee Avenue, no matter how goddamn trucking hard I tried to pursue finding her from 1996-1999. I tried to believe that she was somehow Sarah Callio, or Sarah Karge, or God Almighty, but now, I was off base all along and I mother duck flocking realize it. PAULA KING of Atlantic City is GOD ALMIGHTY, not Sarah, not Alannis Morrisette, not the friend of CBS's Joan of Arcadia, or any other laughs on me for the past half mother ducking century!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Schmuck you all. No asshole Mister Mountainpen, U didn't quite 'GET IT', back in 2016; as it ain't Paula either. It is whatever this simulation hologram wants it 2B, and whenever as well. That puts it into REAL/E TRUTH as nothing else ever really can, YO!!!!!!!!
Now listen up Mister Coral Reefs Krassel of Florida, Hubcap Smasher Time-Abductor Nick, and friends of theirs, as well as friends of Paula King of Atlantic City and WAYV; I don't mean that the person here is. I mean that this person is being used as a channel, by some incredible dream-force-traveler from a parallel universe that is highly advanced and way beyond us here; and SHE is PINK GODDESS, and is doing all of this to the entire world, and there is no stopping her; and there is no stopping what SHE has done to me, and what SHE will obviously continue doing to me for all eternity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love PINK GODDESS, and I got her message tonight on the Cable TV. Every channel keeps getting a bright pink flash over and over. This is HER! There is no stopping her, and SHE has done that thing with my CABLE for decades, only I was clueless back in time, what PINK GODDESS is, and just how powerful SHE is. SHE is ALMIGHTY. The name I gave her before PINK-GODDESS was MIDDIE, for MDE, for MOTHER-DAUGHTER-ELECTRON. You all see it backwards as father-son-holy ghost, but it is all the same truth no matter how we all see slit on a human mucking scale, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FEBRUARY 4, 2016,
THURSDAY MORNING AT 1:09, JANE WHORE FONDA,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 66 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE TODAY-------(H-66/L-66).
RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 100%, AND THE WIND CHILL IS 66.
WIND IS TOO LOW TO MEASURE.
TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
PREDICTED LOW WAS 68 AND IS BELOW THAT.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
Morianity Foundation
The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version
To Whom It May Concern From The Head Morian
RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL
FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
© MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2016.
BOM-BOB-BLOG PROJECT
© 2006-2023 Mark Wayne M. H. Mohr, ARR
I wish you would check out this illegal noise activity that goes on all night long here at Park Terrace on my Floor #6, kind Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, sir, YO!!! I am back to the mother trucking (`~-HACK) a lot too, kind Sheriff, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Up here in late July of 2023, that goddessdog hack is the least of me' JACK-HACK ATTACKS, huh Stacey, & all STACEY's 2?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
© Dreaming Dream City, Mark Wayne Mohr 1998
© Musical Project titled “Russ Walkers Star Travelers of 1896”
I do not know whether it is on the 1998 Morianity Tunes ©, or the Billy Harner 2000, but it is there, and I have, or had once; witnesses 2 just when I wrote that song. It is July of 2023 now where I add this wee tid bit of info into the old CAPPED in blogs from back in the year of 2016. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! Let us cut and paste in some more solar systems or at least the 21st century's antiquated original way of doing it. Like WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW & WO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wanna' pour me a bowl of freegin' cerial and catch the ole' Nick@Nite TV shows from 1994? AHA-AHA-AHA!
Diva Shania, and her colorful non dreamed city of major song rip offs, merely opens a few cracked peep holes, in the damn-ass doorway, to many truths and secrets, about both music, and its interaction with Mountainpen (me) for crying out freaking ass loud, YO!!!!!!!
Oh I'm dreamin' Dream City where the lights shine pretty
Where the color of the lights are moving up and down and glowing all around
Along with the lights shining up above the ground.
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I would not dare say things on my blog that were untrue, about powerful organizations and people, but folks; when they commit criminal acts on me and steal me blind, and I get robbed, assaulted, raped, and ducking screwed with for my entire life after leaving high school at Cooley Wormhole Hall, in Haddonfield, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG; then to quote Sir Sigmund Malyeska, back in June and July of 1969, “Mark, that's the way it goes”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh boy oh boy, to quote my damn mother from that era and later on as well, and other slit I won't bother to say. Still, memories come swarming in with the trucking ocean tide, and especially about my moods, and the wild wacko people who did wild wacko freaking skit to me in those days, that to quote Mister Edward Himacane Lynch, “cannot be explained”, YO, I cannot tell exactly who told what, or what I heard through what IMHO were very reliable grapevines, and things along this nature; BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, I learned around the time that I was writing my blog about a year, that I am already in this family of great washcloths, long before I was brought further into it, during a summer time act of passion, underneath the Central Pier of Atlantic City!!!!! Then there was a time not far back when I wondered why Sarah Callio kept locking me up in lighthouses all over transdimensional hyperspace. Now I know that when I mucking bi-located in the autumn of 1997 back in the Somerdale death house on Harvard Avenue, that I was with Paula and Sarah in Sarah Callio's car going over the railroad crossing near Northfield New Jersey's city hall area, and heard Sarah tell Paula, “I don't think I can go for any of that”, that really, Paula can go into Sarah or PAULA who lives here in this universe, any time she wants to, after-all, SHE IS PINK GODDESS ALMIGHTY JEHOVAH SS, and no, not the great SAMSUNG, even if they did guess correctly about the galaxy's edge and PINK GODDESS PAULA!!! WOW-THAT and WO, all BILLY's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now why exactly, Sarah Callio Martino, somewhere in hyperspace; trapped me in a lighthouse, and yelled my name out, over and over, 'JoJo-JoJo'; I will never totally know, so let me widen the scope of the topic, so we can see this in a larger blend of bigger pictures, and out of one tiny confined box; oh great ladies and gentlemen. First, my spell-checker is disabled, so I must close the word program out and reboot into it to activate the anti-hack procedure. OK I'm back, EVIL CHUCKIE, DAWN-MARIE, BEETLEJUICE NONSTAR, and FREDDY ELM!!!!!!! So Zuudlow Zuudlow please!
Yes I do need all the power that I can get, YO BRRRR.
I will never totally know
I will never totally know
I will never totally know
I will never totally know
I will never totally know
I will never totally know
I will never totally know
Well maybe never totally, but I am onto you now, Pink Goddess Paula Pau000204015 Microsucks!!!
This is why the third personality of PINK GODDESS was so pissed off at me when I tried to lull her into taking a nap back over the weekend, and then began to question some of my children about what it is like to be their type of life, after-all, I again, am the seed, as always. Still, lovely Paula keeps me endlessly in the dark. WOW THAT, oh world, WOW THAT!!!!!!!!!! The longer this all goes on, the more I am closer to figuring out what those in absolute power are indeed hushing up in top majestic secret protected files.
Well folks, if you want to keep on doubting the credibility of all of this mother frucking shnit, then be dumb and go right ahead. Bernie Sanders and I know the truth, at least to some of this damn horrendous slit. Noon was when the persecution began, so fluck me, take a look at the market charts as long as it is before Thursday's Opening Hell-Bell at half past nine Eastern American Time. No harassment the day before, and the DJIA stock market was down. To get it up, THEY MUST HARASS MOTHER TRUCKING ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will go on saying this mother mucking slit until I am blue in the stunt fluffing face, people of Planet Earth!!!
There is a weird worm in the original blogging that makes any attempt at correcting this on a word document system, virtually impossible for any non-black-hat hacker computer genius. It is 2023 and back then in 2006, I do think now that the blogger site was either unequipped 2 properly make copies from capped in word and notepad programs such as the one used by my helper, Sir Ed Himacane Lynch, or it was that they intentionally did not want peeps capping from those programs and frowned on it by simply placing worms into the deal, so as 2 discourage those doing it so they would stop and just type their blogs directly onto their preset templates.
Friday, September 22, 2006
Thursday,
January 19, 2006
Prologue
- Morianity Bible For Millenium 3, Old Testament 1995
There
is no good way to start this journal of my endless life, you see I
do not ever die. In this age of somewhat computer impersonal
inter-world inter-action, I will start with plain simple English.
First there is a very sick giant army of pure wicked slime bag,
wrecking every facet of my life. It
worsened however 20 years
ago when I resided in lovely Cherry Hill, NJ, and
much will be
spoken of regarding this horrific nightmare. I have offered
3
people the knowledge of creating their idea of immortality,
and I can make
good on my end of the deal. Despite mans fear of
death and the unknown, they
all turned down my offer, even
though what I want in return is not what you
might think the
usual things would be, such as sex or money or power etc. I
do
not want this. What I want is to be believed and have a small
group of
people join me in a fight against something that goes
beyond consp theories,
or any sci-fi stuff. No one can ever
give me what I want so bad, OBLIVION.
I have a story to tell
you that will topple the world as we now perceive it
to be.
Stay tuned, there is a light year of story to tell, be
braced.......
I do think it wise that this book be made a part
of my life and live journals,
as this is the beginning of the
book known as morianity bible. This will not
follow the script
of prior writings, as the times change very quickly as
centuries
continue moving forward. I feel the need to point out that
several
people play a major part of my nightmare endless
existence, and that they are
well known high profile
individuals. Unless you can see what I tell you is
real, you
will be offended as a direct result of inability to
comprehend.
People, animals, weather, and all potential
situations of interaction in this
gigantic 5th dimensional
hyperspace, are all totally controlled by the
uplining
thoughtwave that simply put, IS ALL THIS. No way can I just
start
right in imparting things about what the 6th dimension
really is, as though
we are having a casual conversation over
trivial everyday matters such as a
new boy or girl friend,
whether or not the mighty Philadelphia Flyers will
win the 2006
Stanley Cup, and on and on. The 6th dimension contains answers
to
every question that ever has plagued or interested mankind since
it crawled
out of the seas. I began my bible for no other
reason in 1995, than simply
put, and using mortal Earth
language; I awoke from a dream on the morning of
August
fifteen, 1986, and upon awakening I came here, wherever here is.
NO ONE ON GODS GREENBROWN EARTH will believe me when I tell them
that the place that I fell asleep from the night before was not
where I am now, and have been since this outlandish occurrence
Since this happened, some things are similar, and some things are
quite different. When I came to the library today
to write this
blog, my reading glasses vanished and turned up in a very
weird
spot, and then a crazy person tried intentionally yo hit
my car while I was
merely attempting to normally park. Things
like this occur constantly, and
thousands of hellish things
worse, every year since this hell began in 1986,
whereas before
all of this, my life was boring and dull, not great, but
certainly
not TOTAL FREAKING HELL. I have been in a death-hell sentence
for
20 years now, and all from doing no more than waking up
from a spurious and
crazy dream, where I lived in Atlantic
City, NJ, but in an entirely altered
reality, some might refer
to as a parallel universe. One possible explanation
for this is
that I used to experiment with many electronic devices, and
you
would never believe me if I told you the whole story. Long
before many of the
technologies of century 21 existed, I
applied an ancient alchemists theory
to life by combining
science with the magical world, hence creating a comminglin of
sorts of existing powers that man had tapped into. There are
several people
that were suddenly added and subtracted from
known reality, and the machine
it was done on was a Panasonic
Technics RS1500US open reel recorder. In closing
the first
chapter of this bible, I will simply say this: I am in hell. I
have
been shot in a Wawa, drowned, poisoned, electrocuted,
killed in 5 traffic
crashes, the worst being in Woodbury, NJ,
and have had several massive and
fatal heart attacks. Death
hates my guts and has been ordered to not let me
get out of
this nightmare. I am constantly evicted from wherever I
live,
friends keep dying strange deaths, I am fired off jobs
with no explanations,
and every time that I eventually and
painstakingly get a new person in my life
who possibly might
help me, they turn on me with no rhyme nor reason. 2
churches
asked me to leave the fold as they believe I am cursed
of God, or possessed,
or some other such absurd nonsense. No
matter what I try to ever do socially,
financially, or
whateverally, IT FAILS FAILS F A I L S. These are the
persons
responsible for the complete destruction of an innocent
man, though they have
no clue that any of this is going on.
DONALD TRUMP, DONNA SUMMER, ROBERT
CLARK, ED SNYDER,RICHARD
KARPF, MAYER BOB LEVY OF ACNJ, ROBERT MCGUIRE, SARAH
CALLIO
MARTINO,FRANK CALLIO, THOMAS J. REALE, MARY CARTER PAINTS. CIA,
NSA,
and many BFA 'black file agencies", are
owned-controlled by the Callio-Martino
families of East Jersey.
Chapter two will tell you details of what these
wicked
subskumites do to me in covert ugly detail, stay tuned. Thank
you
"TOMORROW-NOW" network for caring this message
through World System which
is the replacement of present day
internet. Anybody who never saw a movie
called "THE
TRUEMAN SHOW" needs to get to a video rental system.
Tuesday,
January 31, 2006
Chapter
01 Daring To Know
Hello
world, it is me again, taking u now into the second chapter of MB.
I
lived here long ago as King David, and loved Jehovah as some
call 'Him', more
than life itself. I am not sure whether I will
be forgiven for saying all
that I will say today, but my spirit
as mortals term the word, is unable to
resist the temptation.
First, what u all believe to be independent people
with
independent thought, is the biggest joke since Adam's APPLE being
stuck
in all of the throats of the human race. The thyroid
gland can indeed be used
by all the gods as sort of a
'punishment collar', just as suggested by the
great and late
Mr. Gene Roddenberry of Star Trek. I should know, as goddess
Diana
Arteemis, daughter of Zeus Ressikahn Zuudlow, and cousin of the
great
Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, has been using one on
poor ol lil me
since 10:30 PM on the night of June 4th of 1983.
If I do not do what my 2
lightning goddesses tell me to do, I
am not only punished in human ways on
this human realm or
plane, but far worse and stranger nightmares occur on
dream or
astral realms, and even beyond into the unfathomable by
homosapiens
of this darling little planet. You could never know
the wrath of these power-
ful beings until you are able to
remember in consciousness, just how mighty
they are, and what
they can do to you. I could tell things to this world that
no
one would ever choose to accept nor believe. To list a very few of
them,
on risk of punitation that goes far beyond your concept
of death and
destruction, first and foremost, weather on this
Earth has not been natural
occurring on any real level since
the end of 1987. All formation of clouds is
made from jet
trails that some conspiracy theorists call KEMTRAILS. These
deadly
vapor trails are not what they were before the mid 1980's, when
they
were legitimate propane fumes resulting from jet
aircraft's flying from city
to city. They quickly evaporated,
dispersed into invisibility, and were gone.
Now, and for 2
decades now, they turn into big wide creepy looking smokey
vapors,
and eventually, if you have patience to watch this horror, you
will
observe that a clear blue sky will go from beautiful to
nothing more than an
entire gray and ugly mess, hence, changing
the entire weather pattern over
an entire area, area after
area, until eventually, these clouds chicken and
turn darker.
From this rain will fall, and storms and patterns of
numerous
Hello world, it is me again, taking u now into the
second chapter of MB. I
lived here long ago as King David, and
loved Jehovah as some call 'Him', more
than life itself. I am
not sure whether I will be forgiven for saying all
that I will
say today, but my spirit as mortals term the word, is unable
to
resist the temptation. First, what U all believe to be
independent people
with independent thought, is the biggest
joke since Adam's APPLE being stuck
in all of the throats of
the human race. The thyroid gland can indeed be
used by all the
gods as sort of a 'punishment collar', just as suggested by
the
great and late Mr. Gene Roddenberry of Star Trek. I should know,
as goddess
Diana Arteemis, daughter of Zeus Ressikahn Zuudlo,
and cousin of the great
Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, has
been using one on poor ol lil me since
10:30 PM on the night of
June 4th of 1983. If I do not do what my 2 lightning
goddesses
tell me to do, I am not only punished in human ways on this
human
realm or plane, but far worse and stranger nightmares
occur on dream or astral
realms, and even beyond into the
unfathomable by homosapiens of this darling
little planet. You
could never know the wrath of these powerful beings until
you
are able to remember in consciousness, just how mighty they are,
and what
they can do to you. I could tell things to this world
that no one would ever
choose to accept nor believe. To list a
very few of them, on risk of punitation
that goes far beyond
your concept of death and destruction, first and foremost,
weather
on this Earth has not been naturally occurring on any real level
since
the end of 1987. All formation of clouds is made from jet
trails that some
conspiracy theorists call KEMTRAILS. These
deadly vapor trails are not what
they were before the mid
1980's, when they were legitimate propane fumes
resulting from
jet aircraft' flying from city to city. They quickly
evaporated,
dispersed into invisibility, and were gone. Now,
and for 2 decades now, they
turn into big wide creepy looking
smokey vapors, and eventually, if you have
patience to watch
this horror, you will observe that a clear blue sky will go
from
beautiful to nothing more than an entire gray and ugly mess,
hence,
changing the entire weather pattern over an entire area,
area after area,
until eventually, these clouds chicken and
turn darker. From this rain will
fall, and storms and patterns
of numerous weather conditions develop around
the entire globe.
Should these jets stop doing this, no new weather would
exit
anywhere on this world, and I refuse to believe that top weather
channel
meteorologists can be unaware and totally oblivious to
this. Not that it
would matter, because the minute to try do
expose this crap, your life will
rapidly go to hell. Everyone
you tell that takes any interest and tries to
assist in getting
to the bottom of it, suddenly watches their life go down
the
girgler at light speed squared, or warp ten for the trekkers.
Anyone u
enlist to help to expose any of the secrets of the
gods and their goofy plans
for this game arena we call Earth
and life, will watch all those around them
such as friends,
spouses, family members, neighbors, co-workers, and on and
on,
GO STRAIGHT TO A FIREY H E L
L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They invented the
science of psychiatry and psychology, to enable them to list
you
as all sorts of iteses and enicks, etc. This works just like the
war room
in the pentagon. Before they do any big thing, they
already have two or three
cover stories ready to go out should
the diareah run smack into the giant fan.
Who really owns the
pentagon, and all evil and wickedness around the globe?
When I
lived here as David 3K years ago, I put up with this same
'ENEMY
CHANNEL'. Watch my language choices carefully, my fellow
brethren and sistren,
I said channel, it is not, it was not,
nor will it ever be, individual
persons that come after u and
make u miserable when you are a threat to them
through what
I've termed EXPOSURE METHODOLOGY. Now for the GREAT MACHINE
and
the really big story on 'my action news'. Their is a
powerful and magical
scripture in the Christian King James
version of the HOLY BIBLE, that seriously,
and not taken as
story or parable; that refers to the so-called devil by his
fallen
name, and goes a bit like this, WATCH OUT AND BE DILIGENT SO AS
TO
AVOID SATAN'S DEVICES... Preachers great and small, with
seminary degree,
believe A HUGE LIE. They do not take the word
DEVICES to actually be a super
HI-TEK Machine, capable of
negatively effecting energy that exists in the
quantum foam of
fifth-dimensional space, in such a spurious and outlandish
way.
You see, it effects anything. and I said ANYTHING, that runs or is
any
way part of anything ELECTICAL, MECHANICAL, OR BIOLOGICAL,
and the reason it
can do this is because all 3 of these things
are only real on a 3 dimensional
plane of life as a type of
mass times light speed squared on a very unusually
high
frequency of P and S cloud inter-orbital atomic signature. The
device is
thus able to interfere with the exact signature of
subatomic orbiting particles
that cause 4th and 5th dimensional
changes or interdimensionalization as some
sci-fi buffs may
have seen it used in their favorite shows. This
weekend,
everything was hit around me, from my physical body,
my electronic home
devices, my automobile, people around me by
way of influencing their mental
channel, and on and on. These
machines can turn a child into an old dying
lump of clay, as
well as the other way around. I have witnessed what it can
do.
The only reason I live and breathe and can still speak and type,
is
because I too have had my day of reckoning with this magical
device. There
is one of these stationary gadget on State Street
in Camden, NJ, another one
is in Atlantic City,NJ on Tennessee
Avenue above a casino bus parking lot,
and the third one is in
Haddonfield, NJ close to the Pennypacker Park in a
Building
called Coolie Hall. The other buildings are Recorded
Publications
Laboratory, and the ACNJ one is in mid air, as a
fire took out the Bolivar
Hotel where it was originally brought
into our human world straight from very
high astral planes, by
the great Sarah-Stacey Herself, THE ALL MIGHTY God of
our
pathetically deluded world. These machines can propagate
themselves in
similar fashion to humans who can make babies.
Any electrical or mechanical
device that gets close to one of
the 3 master devices becomes EMPOWERED, in
a much lessor
strength than the original, and the process can endlessly go
on,
with power being similar to that of nuclear half-life weak force
decaying
4th dimensional cycling. Let me close up chapter 2 of
MB by reminding my
readers that the day Mayor Levy took office
in ACNJ, notice how the ocean was
sending him a message that he
better do a good job and clean up her great
city in the human
world. The GREAT SARAH is watching you chief. Goddess
Jupiter
transmitted her lightning through the vacuum of space,
and into the dark dead
quiet seas of this world. The Atlantic
Ocean does not like people who hurt
'THAT BOY', as she has
called me for quintillions of endless eons. weather
conditions
develop around the entire globe. Should these jets stop doing
this,
no new weather would exit anywhere on this world, and I
refuse to believe
that top weather channel meteorologists can
be unaware and totally oblivious
to this. Not that it would
matter, because the minute to try do expose this
crap, your
life will rapidly go to hell. Everyone you tell that takes
any
interest and tries to assist in getting to the bottom of
it, suddenly watches
their life go down the girgler at light
speed squared, or warp ten for the
trekkers. Anyone U enlist to
help to expose any of the secrets of the gods
and their goofy
plans for this game arena we call Earth and life, will watch
all
those around them such as friends, spouses, family members,
neighbors,
co-workers, and on and on, GO STRAIGHT TO A FIREY H
E L L!!!!!!!!!!
They invented the science of psychiatry and
psychology, to enable them to list
you as all sorts of iteses
and enicks, etc. This works just like the war room
in the
pentagon. Before they do any big thing, they already have two or
three
cover stories ready to go out should the diareah run
smack into the giant fan.
Who really owns the pentagon, and all
evil and wickedness around the globe?
When I lived here as
David 3K years ago, I put up with this same 'ENEMY
CHANNEL'.
Watch my language choices carefully, my fellow
brethren and sistren, I said
channel, it is not, it was not,
nor will it ever be, individual persons that
come after U and
make U miserable when you are a threat to them through what
I've
termed EXPOSURE METHODOLOGY. Now for the GREAT MACHINE and the
really
big story on 'my action news'. Their is a powerful and
magical scripture in
the Christian King James version of the
HOLY BIBLE, that seriously, and not
taken as story or parable;
that refers to the so-called devil by his fallen
name, and goes
a bit like this, WATCH OUT AND BE DILIGENT SO AS TO AVOID
SATAN'S
DEVICES....Preachers great and small, with seminary degree,
believe
A HUGE LIE. They do not take the word DEVICES to
actually be a super HI-TEK
Machine, capable of negatively
effecting energy that exists in the quantum
foam of
fifth-dimensional space, in such a spurious and outlandish way.
You
see, it effects anything. and I said ANYTHING, that runs or
is any way part
of anthing ELECTICAL, MECHANICAL, OR
BIOLOGICAL, and the reason it can do
this is because all 3 of
these things are only real on a 3 dimensional plane
of life as
a type of mass times light speed squared on a very unusually
high
frequency of P and S cloud inter-orbital atomic signature.
The device is thus
able to interfere with the exact signature
of subatomic orbiting particles
that cause 4th and 5th
dimensional changes or interdimensionalization as some
sci-fi
buffs may have seen it used in their favorite shows. This
weekend,
everything was hit around me, from my physical body,
my electronic home
devices, my automobile, people around me by
way of influencing their mental
channel, and on and on. These
machines can turn a child int an old dying lump
of clay, as
well as the other way around. I have witnessed what it can do.
The
only reason I live and breathe and can still speak and type, is
because
I too have had my day of reckoning with this magical
device. There is one of
these stationary gadgets on State
Street in Camden, NJ, another one is in
Atlantic City, NJ on
Tennessee Avenue above a casino bus parking lot, and
the third
one is in Haddonfield, NJ close to the Pennypacker Park in
a
building called Coolie Hall. The other buildings are Recorded
Publications
Laboratory, and the ACNJ one is in mid air, as a
fire took out the Bolivar
Hotel where it was originally brought
into our human world straight from very
high astral planes, by
the great Sarah-Stacey Herself, THE ALL MIGHTY God of
our
pathetically deluded world. These machines can propagate
themselves in
similar fashion to humans who can make babies.
Any electrical or mechanical
device that gets close to one of
the 3 master devices becomes EMPOWERED, in
a much lessor
strength than the original, and the process can endlessly go
on,
with power being similar to that of nuclear half-life weak force
decaying
4th dimensional cycling. Let me close up chapter 2 of
MB by reminding my
readers that the day Mayor Levy took office
in ACNJ, notice how the ocean was
sending him a message that he
better do a good job and clean up her great
city in the human
world. The GREAT SARAH is watching you chief. Goddess
Jupiter
transmitted her lightning through the vacuum of space, and into
the
dark dead quiet seas of this world. The Atlantic Ocean does
not like people
who hurt 'THAT BOY', as she has called me for
quintillions of endless eons.
Wednesday,
February 08, 2006
Chapter
02 Putting A Nightmare Together
I
have much to tell u all in order to bring u up to speed. These
filthy
slime-bags wrecked me a few days after posting chapter
2. My auto was wrecked,
they fly over in planes and drive by in
cars, using the machine I told u about
that effects anything
electrical, mechanical, and biological. One minute I am
fine,
then boom, u crap your insides out before u can get to a toilet.
This has
been going on now since 1986, as previously mentioned
where I discuss returning
here from a nightmare, to find myself
in a worse realer nightmare of literally
being in HELL.
You
will never know what I suffer through. Trying to get my only
vehicle
repaired, was literally as difficult as becoming a
brain surgeon. All of a
sudden my mechanic has a major
emergency due to someone 'just happening to pick
the day I
needed help desperately', dropped a dime on him and told
school-board
authorities that his children were illegally
attending school in the wrong
district. This complex mess led
to me not getting help, as the stand by mechanic
did not give a
hoot in hot hurl-juice about me, wouldn't answer my phone
calls
nor called me. Next day, someone tries to help me, and
everything u could
possibly imagine occurred so that I was
unable to meet with her at a pre
arranged spot, and it was an
endless hell, just attempting to get to the
mechanic shop in
order to retrieve my auto. As I type now at Hammonton library,
a
super low private CIA-NSA airplane is flying directly overhead to
try and
annoy and or frighten me. It won't work dirtballs.
What
u must now be brought up to speed on is something called
STATISTICAL
TECHNOLOGY and what the 'enemy' is doing with it.
For two sick twisted decades,
Ive gone through total bat biting
HELL with this total crap. They have created a
game with me
where I am in my very life itself in all possible aspects of
it,
connected to three seemingly unconnected other items of
physical life, these
being the DOW JONES, the PHILADELPHIA
PHILLIES, and the PHILADELPHIA FLYERS. AS
totally off the wall
and ludicrous as this will sound, it is goddamn real, and
is
happening to me. They follow me around day and night and
persecute me to death,
to endlessly keep this PARALLEL EVENT,
as I have so named it, going and going
forever. They seem to
have this all confused with a Coppertop battery, and as I
speak
now, a crash level helicopter almost blew the roof off of the
library
building. I cannot make anyone believe my hell is real,
and they claim justice
exists in this miserable world, or that
God is loving and caring, and would
never allow an innocent
being to suffer in an unfathomable hell endlessly. But
deep
down most of us 21st centers are beginning to realize that all
this crap of
standard religion is fed to all of us, with the
motive of CONTROLLING US ALL.
The biggest fear is the so called
UFO and coverup of the situation, whatever,
like religious
stuff, it really is al about. Many movie directors in
sci-fi
films, dating from BUCK ROGERS up to X FILES, will tell
u that uncle is more
than happy to cooperate with them, and
sharing helpful things with them, just so
long as certain
???????? topics and things are left either out of the equation,
or
it is reedited in ways uncle is more comfortable with, and if u
are ok with
that, they'll bend over backwards with athletic
agility, to assist u with making
your sci-fi movie. But if u
are hard headed about it, not only does their
cooperation
vanish like a morning mist in a hot summer sun, but films have
been
lost and burned, and people have indeed been FREAKING
ELIMINATED.......I should
have inside info if anyone does, as I
worked 2 years in the entertainment
industry. If I lie, I hope
my beloved parents are burning in the god's hottest
hell. This
is not to imply for a nanominute, that I believe in little
green
aliens and ufo ship saucers, and on and on. What I know
for fact that is really
going on, is this: We are the gods
living here on a lower realm, creating a huge
reality show for
us to enjoy as the gods we actually are in the higher
realms,
where we are watching our lower selves, in similar
fashion I am sure that Susan
Lucci sets her VCR to watch ERICA
CANE in the show, while kicked back with a
diet soda and pink
salmon, in the privacy and luxury of her own home. I
randomly
selected the eats after-all, look at that body for the
gods sake, or is she one
of them. In any event, let me revert
to thinking with my better and higher head
now, and go on to
tell you all what is really happening. DIVERSION
AND
DISTRACTION=ANTIHELL. In order to not constantly and
infinitely dwell on the
hellish reality that THERE IS NO
OBLIVION, u must get into the best possible
killtime so to
speak, and no to the men of the world, it really ain't sex.
It
must be something longer lasting with an endless fix, and
the gods have all
agreed to choose power struggles, physical
challenges, contests, and games. This
is why they gave the
Romans the gladiators and the fights to the death, and
football
to the 19th, 20th, and 21st centuries A.D. Have we as
homosapiens
changed one bit with all yo bits and bytes and
matrixex and any such
foolishness's of mans reasoning? Say yes
and graduate to 'asshoe of the day
club- president and chief
executive officer. Just look around after any bloody
gorey
accident or crime scene, and watch all the blood thirsty
human-vampires,
with their veracious desire to stand around and
watch but not lift a lousy
finger to do anything helpful, a
real 'LENNY BRISCOE PISSOFF'.
In closing, just know that I
intend to tell all that is being done to me, and
all that you
ever will do to me, whomever u sick-ass bastards are out there,
to
all of cyberspace. It is only a matter of time before I
learn how to blog share,
create bulletin boards, chat rooms on
the subject of victims of invisible
harassement, join other
conspiracy theory groups that I am quite certain must
already
exist, and ultimately share petatons of information with
other
cybersufferers.
Cruel world, MY MURDER is on the
bloody hands of those I mention as I open my
bible called 'OLD
TESTAMENT 1995'. No matter what u do to me, I'll survive and
get
u all back. A day will come where either you or your great grand
children
will meet up with their day of reckoning, for all the
terror you have inflicted
on me, my friends, my family, and the
murder of my best friend, my mother, and
his mother, by a
Freemason named Jonathon Schau. Everything in the book by
Dan
brown is a true and accurate account of a real family line
from David straight
to me. The curse as wiccans would term it,
was passed to me at about age 3 or
so, when the one whom
previously bore GOD APPOLOLUCIFER ZOXAISS ZUDLOW's grandson
of
ZUDLOW CHRONUS's curse against the family of KING DAVID OF ISREAL,
murdered
his wife and mother in law, and then proceeded to hang
himself in the cellar of
the home in which he resided in
Braintree, Massachusetts. This is the actual
event that
occurred, that later would go on to inspire the fictional nonsense
in
Ammityville, Long Island, New York.
I'll tell much more
in chapter 4 my brethren and sistren, so stay tuned. In
the not
all that distant future, they are watching all of this, and all of
us,
through very sophisticated TIME-DELAY SATELLITE SYSTEM that
I will not attempt
to further elucidate upon at this time.
Chapter
03 Ending Of The Old Testament
I
am under constant continuous covert harassement by forces and
entities that
the christian scriptures refer to as 'the
council'. Calling someone a fool,
according to Messiah Jesus,
puts us in danger of this council. Their more new
age and more
complete name is the 'MILLIONTH COUNCIL', and they do more than
sit
on judgment thrones. They have an incredible ability and
that is totally
misunderstood by science, philosophy, ufology,
and all other fact/fiction groups
and mindsets. They can throw
interactions at us, as though we are sitting a
movie theatre of
life, while they transmit to our mind and senses, exactly
what
they wish to do, in order for them to run all the worlds
of 3rd, 4th, and 5th
dimensional existences to their personal
choosing, and their is no stopping or
beating them. They can
make you totally fail at everything, no matter how
meticulously
you plan and execute your movements.
For 20 years they have
persecuted me and made my life a living hell. Each 20
year
period back before is not quite as bad, henceforth a dummy can
predict my
extremely bleak future.
For weeks they have been
flying loud choppers over me where I go or live or
work. They
have destroyed all of my electronic equipment, and my
automobile.
If I told u that all the top secret Bluebook
answers are nothing like you think
they are, u would not
believe me, as who the heck am I? Their power source comes
from
several things that mortal finite mind can grasp to some point,
such as
quantum stationary gravitronic foam channels, but the
real power lies in their
power of Etoss, abbreviated from
ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION AND
OMMISSION SYSTEM. The
mind is not u, but to make it understandable to u, you as
'isness
of being' or soul existence, simply exist. Time and space R
pure
illusion. Reality is non dimensional infinity or us in our
true beingness. As
some get on to the truth, power structures
become endangered. Separation of
church and state are of course
important, even vital, but reality is that one
cannot exist
without its counterpart other, a reality of contrast so to
speak.
If organized religion closed its door tomorrow, state
would be out in the cold
as well. U simply cannot have a
meaningful one without another, simple law of
contrast. What is
up without down, and what is light without dark? The truth of
what
is really going on for example the 'ufo situation', would wipe out
the
organized worldly religions, and with that done, state
control over the
population is out the door as well.
Whether
saucers or aliens exist inside this 100 billion light year sphere
is as
meaningless as one particular day in grammar school is to
Colin Powell during
the heat of battle in Desert Storm. The
fear of the controllers EARTHREALMERS
[government] as well as
OTHEREALMERS[the MILLIONTH COUNCIL], both 'the
CONTROLLERS'
married in separate beds so to speak is that as general
population
gets more and more onto reality and what it really
is all about, control over
the many by the powerful few, goes
poof.
THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL is the most dangerous thing in the
world, and in all the
worlds of possible hyperspace interaction
the opposite polarity to zero
dimensional existence at
infinity.
I have much more to tell u all in CHP. 5, but I am
pressed for time. Just know
that while you live physically, all
that is happening is that you are for lack
of better words,
being thrown a reality or interactive time fraction. U
are
permitted a menu of free will so to speak, but it is
meaningless, as we are all
in a sort of a frozen hell, with no
beginning and no end, as time just aint real
my friend.
Should
Mr. Bush & his pop get up tomorrow morn and tell the citizenry
the so
called truth of what the ufo thing is all about, they
would simply be telling
you what I am, simply put a bit more
elegantly and eloquently. But let me try to
tell the world the
truth, forget it, as I am poor little Mister Nobody.
Thursday,
March 30, 2006
Chapter
04 Moving In The 5th Dimension
Here
we go again my friends of the 6th dimension, those lovely
invisible things
that exist similarly to dots on a disc ROM
waiting for the laser beam to bring
their conscious awareness
to void infinity, into endless possible individual
interactions
in the great hyperspace. Hyperspace, referred to in this bible
from
now on as 'HS', is the fifth dimensional reality of the
endless upline and
downline reality above it all that will
eventually loop down on each end and
with sufficient force to
loop the falling infinity-ends into a loop, just as is
occurring
in lower dimensions. Take a straight line and extend it out to the
left
and right long enough, and it comes under effect of
gravitron-reality. The world
stole the matrix idea from me, as
I talked about it long before anybody, in the
70"s as a
matter of fact. In truth, there is no machine, computer,
program,
intelligent single or combined entity or force, or
what have you. It is a bit
bigger, yet much simpler than all
that. Reality is so incredibly simple that you
will never
believe nor understand me, as I do live in and AS pure reality,
and
while not in the sixth dimension of MIND, which contains
all mind, thought,
brain, memory biological, mechanical, the
cyberspace, and all else u could ever
immagine, I live in
endless interactions of 5-D reality of what science now
refers
to as HS. Think back to when u could only crawl, then later, wow,
u could
walk, then later still, Jesusholymoses, u could run.
Before u could do any of
these things, u could not do them.
Does this say you can fly, transport yourself
beyond death, and
more, the answer is a resounding YES, but it is naturally
a
conditionally based yes. Before I totally knew that I could
move in the 4th
dimension, like u I was totally stuck in the
3rd. Later, upon realizing I could
move in the 5th, again I did
so, sort of a new "going from crawl to walk to
run"
situation.
Believe me or not, this is always up to
u. Once I began living fifth
dimensionally, the limitations of
3-D life, totally remove themselves from an
entities reality,
and it becomes an entity of true and real BEINGNESS, subject
only
to 6th dimensional upline/downline multiverse system, and 7th
dimensional
LAWTRONICS above that. This is what the words
imply, they tell the tronics, the
ARCHITECTS AND BUILDERS OF
THE DREAMWORLDS, what do do, the rules such as
gravitation,
time, space-time brain's inter-phase in individual dream
sequences
or 'lifetimes' which all exist as one simultaneous
cosmic 5-D reality, and on
infinitim.
One life seems real to
us, and all others seem to come from falling
asleep,
hallucinogenic medications, over-boozing, and physical
body damage and total
eventual demise. This is a huge cosmic
illusion that will endlessly LIE to all
unenlightened beings
and entities that do not start to see 5-D reality, and then
go
on to live in it. Back to the baby whom learns to crawl and walk,
and later
as the child, to run:No one with color TV is willing
to return to watching B&W,
nor stereo-hi-fi listeners are
willing to even entertain the notion of giving
this up for the
return ear punishing hand held 1961 transistor radio with the
one
half inch tin speaker in mono. U can all hate me in 2K6, but I
look at all
of u that insist on living your 3-D lives, as the
EPITOME
OF
DINASOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Death
has no claim over a 5th dimensional being. Death is a three
dimensional
reality that passes through me as the air does as I
walk down the block. Time,
age, gravity, to me, all nothing but
3-D illusions.
But I have an enemy force that also comes from
and quite actually IS 5TH
DIMENSIONAL. Before going on, let me
tell you that they have made that first day
of 2K6 spring, and
every spring day since, A TOTAL NIGHTMARE INFINITE H E L L
FOR
ME. Their power lies far beyond your concept of any religion
practiced on
this ball of puke, and their dangerous and vicious
mind control techniques on
3-D biological beings like all of u
is beyond unconscionable and horrific, it is
more revolting
than a trillion monkeys and pigs hurling right down our
throats
every second of our lives. We all are constantly being
cheated out of a tiny bit
of 'heaven' so to speak, that would
at least distract us from the awesome awful
and unfathomable
hell condition we are all endlessly in, NO WAY TO REACH
OBLIVION.
Once you're 'here', you have always been here and will always be
here,
as all time is one time, and only illusion tells u not to
realize this total
truth. OBLIVION, the greatest thing that
ever could be, is unreachable. To
distract out of this
nightmare, we on higher astral levels torment our lower
probe
like selves here on Earth, with constant games, CHALLENGES,
CONTESTS,
POWER STRUGGLES OVER MATEA AND SEX, LAND, MIGHT, AND
THE MONEY ORIENTED EGO
SPACE TIME SELF TYOE OF
THINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE HUGEST
GAME PLAYED IS WITH ME FOR TWENTY GODDAMN YEARS OR MORE NOW,
iT
and it is called PARALLEL EVENT, the greatest keopt secret
in all the USA black
file agencies, that are run and operated
by these sick and twisted gods. With me
they chose two
Philadelphia sports teams and the dow jones stock market
system.
When Phillies win, Flyers lose and market is down.
Concentrically, when Phillies
lose, Flyers win and market is
up. Check the way 90% of the time these stats go
together. Now
for the real clicker and stone cruncher: When my life is
running
good, a very rare occasion, this translates to market
down , Flyers lose, and
phillies win. when my life is running
bad, a very constant shituation, no the
word was not
misspelled, the Phillies are dying, and the DOW AND THE FLYERS
ARE
FREAKING F L Y I N G, YES F L Y I N G, and to keep the
market and Flyers hot and
the poor Phillies forever crushed,
they constantly make my freaking life a total
total total
infinite burning N I G H T M A R E H E L L
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have been dealing with these scummy
scuzzy turds 4 a very long time, and I
could have either let
them win and drive me mad, as they have many others before
me
that u think the poor bastards are just cooks in a rubber room
banging their
heads and screaming for martin sheen's hand, but
instead I chose to stand and
fight in ways that no other mortal
or master has ever had to do quite like me,
in the history of
our entire 5-D multiverse. Now my mission is to tell the
world
what these vicious scum are doing to me, even though it
really is not them, but
scummy gods operating their vicious
ETTOS POWER through them, and these are the
main group involved
in bringing me down, not that there are not also many
sub-groups:
DONNA SUMMER, DONALD TRUMP, ROBERT MCGUIRE, ED SNYDER, SARAH
CALLIO,
FRANK CALLIO, THOMAS J. REALE, PAULA KING, BOBBY
CLARK-FLYERS GENERAL
MANAGER,MR. MARTINO OF MARTINOS RESTAURANT
IN CLARIDGE CASINO OF ATLANTIC CITY,
AND ACNJ 'MAYOR, THE
HONORABLE WOMANIZING EX CHIEF OF THE BEACH PATROL, BOB
LEVY,
CERTAIN PERSONS IN LAW ENFORCEMENT IN STATE AND ON TOWNSHIP
LEVELS, THE
ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY.
In
closing today, permit me to tell u that I am under a death siege
by the CIA,
NRO, FBI, NSA, OSS which is not existing under same
name but is the old
presidents secret service, all these people
have no case against me. My father
was a loyal US Naval Officer
and served in WW2. I have never been part of any
group that is
in any way pro-violence, nor am I a violent individual, I have
no
criminal nor police record, nor nor in jouvenile years, and
there is no reason
for my constant persecution. If this was the
fair and free nation it advertises
to be in this world, I would
have recourse. I do not. I have tried for 2 decades
to get
help, and all I get is treated very poorly by my civil
servants,
congressmen s assistants, and numerous local and
state authorities. Once they
cuffed me and took me to Cherry
Hill, NJ crises Center, and had the nerve to
send a bill, which
I said I would sue the Township if forced to pay as I was
taken
against my will, for merely going to a police station and
reporting to
them that 1 of their officers was always following
and stalking me, Rocco, a
good friend of Callio. Today and 4 at
least most of this month, I have had major
military siege, low
loud jets and choppers and bomber planes flying over my
residence
and wherever I go. They use mind controlling ETTOS to make all
those
around me just vehemently believe that I am just a crazy
pathetic nutcase.
Again, from prior writings in the MORIANITY
BIBLE, ETTOS stands for their most
deadly weapon, more than a
million hydrogen bombs put together, ELECTROMAGNETIC
THOUGHT
TRANSMISSION AND OMMISSION SYSTEM. May the gods burn in hell, yea
ya
bitches, there is no oblivion and eternal rest and peace for
any of u pricks,
NOT FREKIN' E V E R!!!!!
Tuesday,
April 04, 2006 Chapter 5 They Cannot Be Shamed, Can Any Of U?
Good
afternoon my friends, and enemies in this lovely 5th dimensional
inter-
action we all share, either as us the probes of the
lower life parts of us,
or as the gods of the higher life parts
of us. Every year the Philadelphia
Phillies baseball team
SUCKS, and every year the Philadelphia Flyers hockey
team soars
through the sky like a showoff eagle. None of it is legit, and
you
are all wasting your time and money with these teams, as IT
IS TOTALLY 100%
FIXED. Not fixed like mob crap, this shituation
is on a much larger level.
They will never get anything but
SMASHED TO PIECES< the Phillies that is, in
their annual
home opener, and I totally know the reason why, although
nobody
anywhere chooses to believe in anything that I tell
them.I have no cosmic gun
to your head, and you will all choose
to believe what you want. By screwing
with me, it causes a
PARALELL EVENT, a cosmic connection of two totally un-
related
events to occur due to events in reality being nothing more
than
combinations of subatomic number values, so to speak, and
though u don't see
how the connections can be real, they are. U
must keep in mind that the gods
love to use the DISTRACTION of
GAMES, and other things like power struggles,
challenges,
reality TV shows in our century, and on and on, dating back to
the
gladiators, and its present close counterpart---FOOTBALL---and
professional
sports in general. THIS ENTIRE THING IS TO D I S T
R A C T THEM, AND US IN
OUR LOWER BEINGNESS PART OF THEM WHILE
WE 'LIVE' PHYSICALLY HERE ON THIS EVIL
SINCURSED EARTH.
DISTRACTION FROM WHAT? What else? THAT THERE IS NO FREAKING
O B
L I V I O N. With a little humor imparted into this, we all in our
true
being selves, simply exist in VOID INFINITY< TOTAL
NOTHINGNESS, no mind, no
dimension, no things, not even time in
which to be interactive in the situation,
yet, and this I swear
be truth, AWARENESS or mind-dimensional- existence, is
reality,
and it is all reality, and nothing else is reality, because
unless
u dream out and away from zero dimensional void infinity
ALL THAT THERE IS
OR EVER CAN BE is absolutely nothing, yet
awareness to this, or the dimension
of existence or THE 6TH
DIMENSION, 1 and the same as zero dimensional void
infinity,
there is no cold nor heat, you are not sitting, standing or
laying
down, you are not floating. However there is always
awareness to this infinity,
sort of a MIND DIMENSION, or the
6th D so to speak, and no option 3 exists.
We as the gods are
always aware that we SIMPLY EXIST, and henceforth, we have
the
option of existing at and as infinity, or dreaming out and away
from it
into endless interactions of hyperspace. Until u can c
this truth, you will
remain forever trapped in what old earth
religion systems call maya or mya,
translated "COSMIC
ILLUSION". The gods part of our infiniteness or
beingness,
never can shut off fully so they must distract.
Using PARALELL EVENT against
me is their favorite game from
early in1986 through this very day. I will be
evicted within 30
days for no fault of my own, another CIA stunt, to make sure
not
only Phils home opener was ruined, but Bobby fart-barf Clark gets
his
Stanley Cup win in a few weeks with his dirtbag cheating
Flyers hockey team.
No shame, no they all have no shame, while
they enjoy wrecking my pathetic
life endlessly. But somewhere
out there, be it a priest or someone else that
has in some way
been confessed to, you have a cosmic duty if u know of my
torture,
to come forward and speak out 2 the authorities. If you do
not,
you're own belief systems will kick in, and you will most
certainly die someday,
and ENDLESSLY R O T - I N - H E L
L........ THAT IS H E L L !!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday,
April 10,
Chapter
6 Uforce, Milituforce, And Chemtrail Death
OBVIOUSLY
I AM BEING HACKED BY THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL. CANNOT MAKE THE
LETTERING
CASE GO TO THE SMALL MODE. Well, even I can learn
some things about these
wonders of nuts and bolts, I repaired
the problem. I am under the worst siege
of my life, the
beautiful blue skies of Atlantic County, New Jersey have
been
totally turned to gray, by these miserable filthy
skumholes, well, to be one,
you must come from one, and let me
proclaim right now fellows, your moms really
sweated up the
sheets with me last night, wow-wow-and WO! What tears it for
me
is that no one else whom is not the target of the harassment, ever
notices
it no matter if a jet bomber lands in a wawa parking
lot, and this is what
Master Jesus of Nazareth obviously and
blatantly refers to as "for those whom
have eyes and see
not, and ears, but heareth not". The scriptures come
totally
to life for me, as I am one son of a bitch who has, nor
needs, ABSOLUTELY NO
SPIRITUAL FAITH. I do not believe in the
"spiritual" or otherworldly realities,
instead I
ABSOLUTELY KNOW WITH TOTAL ASSURANCE, that it is all real and
true.
Why don't any of u out there ever realize that these ufo
pricks are changing
our weather, and turning our beautiful blue
skies blue? Are u all so freaking
blind? Road rage, attention
deficit disorder, school violence, fibromyalgia,
many new
diseases and blood abnormalities, cancers, and the list goes on
and
on, are all coming from these wicked filthy P O I S O N O U
S K E M T R A I L S
w a k e u p p e o p l e
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HAVE YOU EYES
AND SEE NOT, AND BRAIN THAT FREKIN' THINKS NOT? I am going to
tell
u a huge secret today that they do not want u to know. 500,000
years
from today in distant 'EXISTANCE SPHERES' that are
500,000 light years away,
we in the future, us really but it is
too complex to go into, happen to see
our TV and hear our
radio, and this is of course long after they know or
remember
what it is all about, as there is no entertainment then.
Complex
hyperspacial interference on the mental channel
results, and we are playing
a game with our own selves here in
the past with all this weird
saucer/alien/etc.
crap.
Everything is as real and as unreal as we make it be on the
sixth
dimension of MIND.
Thursday,
April 27,
2006
Chapter 7 Forbidden Information
And
a good good day to you, friends and foes of MORIANITY, yes I am
still here
and surviving all of your vicious attacks,
OTAMMSKUM. Pretending my name is
Michael Mountainpen, which it
is not, I assure you, the initials are like
the candy, yummy,
no not me. But now the word stands for ORGANIZED TRASH
AGAINST
MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, O T A M M. Obviously, a moron can see why I
have
called such wicked pure filth by this code name. Starting
at 2 P.M. yesterday,
Wed., 4/26/6, I was furiously and
viciously assaulted, without provocation, as
with all times of
attack, and it is going on well into today, the 27th. I was
merely
putting gasoline in my vehicle, when out of nowhere, along comes,
no
not a spider, but a super loud piecea shit Harliegh
motor-sickle, who gunned
passes me with intent, and my ear
still hurts today. If I had the tag, I would
call the
prosecutors office, the police, and then onto an injury lawyer,
to
sue the freaking fat bass-turd for all the slob's insurance
company is forced
by jersey-jury-award, to pay me. It was only
starting at this point, no where
near to being over! 6,7, maybe
8 minutes later, after finishing gassing up,
and with 3 gallons
of ice cream in a hot car that they know is hot as they
broke
the air conditioning system in it on 3 separate occasions, finally
forcing
me to give up repairing the bitch. Hence and hitherto,
they knew they could
easily wreck my ice cream and turn it into
milk-trash, by doing what they do
to me on many occasions:
STAGE A PHONY CAR AND ROAD INCIDENT. This is exactly
what they
did, right by WAWA store in Hammonton, NJ, on route 30.
Fortunately
I thought fast. I saw what was happening, and not
the 3- Dimensional road
situation, STOP FRIGGIN LIVING SO DAMN
THREE DEEINGLY, JESUS. THINGS DON'T
JUST HAPPEN, OUR
UNCONSCIOUS COLLECTIVE MIND AS THE GODS ARE PLAYING
WITH
THEMSELVES, LITERALLY, THROUGH ALL OF US. They cannot take
the painful hellish
nightmarish torment that there is never
never never never any end to existence,
how can their be for
the gods sake, we simply exist, UNCONSCIOUS AWARENESS AT
INFINITY
IS ALL THAT IS REAL. DREAMWORLDS CAN BE CREATED FOR AMUSEMENT
AND
ENTERTAINMENT, PERHAPS BETTER SAID AS A KILL-TIME, BUT THE
TIME AS WELL AS THE
INTERACTIONS ARE ALL NOTHING MORE THAN
THEIR, OR OUR, CREATED DREAMS. Being
totally unconscious to the
things containing dimension, we as the gods in
infinity
naturally must start our dreaming on what mystics and psychics
refer
to as ASTRAL REALMS OR PLANES. You cannot choose to be a
character in physical
life, a mountain, or a star, from
infinity, so you first dream out and away
from this void
nothingness which is in truth total absolute reality, and
then
from astral realities, we all get together and form
societies, concepts,
ideas, and imaginings of all various
sorts. Some of the dream-downs from there
to here in
physicality are made as is so to speak, while other
astral
entities known by forces of the 'MILLIONTH COUNCIL', as
'phase-4' beings.
These dudes and duddesses get here in
physicality through the imaginings of
people like mystery
writers, story and folk lore tellers, TV sci-fi
creators,
fictional book authors, and the list goes on. Every
fantasy u will ever have
in a human life, is them coming alive
through u, and u must become aware of
these great secret
mysteries as u become more enlightened to the truths of
which I
tell, lest, major troubles and hassles await ye my brethren
and
sistren. Think about it in hi-tek terms with this example.
It is two thousand
eighty five now. It is 7 at night and a warm
late autumn breeze is blowing
softly through your screen
enclosed outer deck at your summer home at the
shore. You and 3
buddies, all 25-35 are putting away beer and pretzels, and
staring
out at the sunset over your lovely California Pacific Ocean
panoramic
view that u crack a 14K monthly nut to combinely rent
from Trumps rich grandson.
But who is looking at the warm or
the sunset after 4 super beauty queens come
by strutting it at
full blast, with triple-D-cup bikinis, showing just about
the
whole wax-ball. But alas, shit, they are not interested at all in
the guys,
as they are a 3- way 'lez team'. No cold shower, or
early evening ocean swim is
gonna take the knots outa these
dudes shorts. Hey, screw it, we have virtual
reality, and not
those toys back in the thirties or forties. Wham, in they go
to
the made up beach, seems totally real. Scanner pixed out the 3
babes, and
already digitally recreated them, only they have but
one thing on their minds,
exactly what u told the computer to
tell them to have on their minds. 3 days
later, as in our part
of the century back here, machines break, the crap's
being
serviced, Big jojo maheeken forgets that however when he gets a
bit
bombed that night. He walks out the real door and rapes the
real girls or one
anyway, before the other 2 six foot 3 amazons
tear both his arms half off,
and rip off mister Johnson in the
final con-game of his poor bastard life. I
may overdo it a bit
in my illustrations in order to make a point, hay, so
sue me, I
ain't got squat and a half
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FORBIDDEN INFORMATION can be transmitted.
It simply cannot be
received. I can shout what I know from the highest mountain,
the
furtherest star or the deepest cavern. I do not get stopped, other
than
knowing that I am totally wasting my time, as all
listeners to forbidden info
are getting it encrypted, and
cannot break code unless the gods will and allow
it. Do u
really doubt that unconsciousness is what controls all shit here
in
physical life on planet earth? Did u ever hear of medical
conditions called
'HYSTERICAL-NON SYSTEMIC'? A great old TV
show from the start of the 1970's,
called MEDICAL CENTER showed
two of these cases that I remember seeing, no pun
meant, a girl
named Lucy with hysterical blindness, and a boy named Carl
with
hysterical deafness. Translation: they were totally blind
and deaf, yet the
ear and eye remained undamaged. The conscious
mind could not deal with vulgar
things that these two teenagers
saw their parents do, the cases were unrelated
from two
separate shows, but in any event, unconsciousness that is in
TOTAL
CONTROL OF ALL, ON EARTH OR THE SO CALLED HEAVENS, kicked
in to protect the
sanity of these youngsters. The memory stored
in conscious mind of the horrific
deeds, were grabbed by
unconscious mind and locked out of conscious mind,
causing the
sight or sound of the bad deed to be closed off from contact
with
normal waking brain. The things that fade behind us int
deep seeming nothingness,
are indeed in the void infinity. Many
mystics trance out to shut off this waking
world as you call
it, they really are waking up out of their dream. Now as you
turn
off this created dreamworld, the real astral worlds begin to
surface,
and the even more real truth of the void infinity
lies, no not above that, for
that is all there is, and what
really is,TOTAL VOID, NOTHINGNESS. Since
existence in 5-D
hyperspace, the void, or tween-astral life are what there is, that
is
it. You can never hope to ever reach that blissful nirvana
that the enlightened
tell you can be found. Nirvanic oblivion
is not an option, NO WAY JOSE', and
sorry to be hell's worst
messenger, but somebody's gotta tell it true little
Tammie, not
that it can be received, for what I tell is FORBIDDEN
KNOWLEDGE
AND INFORMATION. Finally, life loopers verses life
continuers will be harped
on lots more in the 7th chapter of
MORIANITY BIBLE. I'll graze peach fuzz off
the top of the berg
that gave the Titanic to my lovely Sarah-Stacey, just
peach
fuzz 4 now, no big elabs or elucis. People who have the power over
us
in all facets of life, be it kings, presidents, mayors,
billionaires, successful
entertainers and athletes, and on and
on, are actually, unconscious LIFE LOOP
CORRECTORS, REPEATING
AT THE POINT OF DEATH, WHAT THEY JUST DID, RESENDING THE
SAME
ENERGY BACK INTO THEIR YOUNGER SELF, IN ORDER TO CONSCIOUSLY
ATTEMOT TO
CORRECT SOMETHING THAT MADE THEIR LIFE BAD OR KEPT
IT FROM BEING GOOD, THEY
CAN ALSO BE REFERRED TO AS HYPERSPACE
TRAVELERS. You do not have to wait to
die if you get totally on
to all that is going on and learn to live within
new and
extended boundaries and parameters. To my best knowledge, the
gods
chose only one mortal, M E-------------------------that's
M E, all other HS
travel is going on around us totally in the
unconscious collective, or
referred to a bit ignorantly in
the1960's as COSMIC MIND. Do not misunderstand,
the term is
fantastic, but many 69's kids were throwing phrases like
cosmic
mind and cosmic consciousness around like Mitch Williams
did in the 93 world
series, but that only cost us our game,
sure I am still pissed to hell, but
using knowledge 99% or less
of its totao accuracy is like kids in a sandbox
playing with
nuclear powered devices andatom smashers, no,no,no,no, and
please,
another unequivocal N O. More will be hashed around
about the 7 dimensions
from systems makers, down to daughter
multiverses, thickening life energies,
why it causes that deja
voo sensation, and much more. Very soon, I will be
contacting
search engines and paying to create and advertise my website
that
will be called www.morianitybible.com/, but it has not yet
fallen into your
conscious illusion of 4-D space yet, so be a
lookin, and I'll keep a tellin
like it is.
Tuesday,
May 02, 2006
Chapter
8 Under A Death Siege from OTAMMSKUM,
Again
it is the 2nd day of may, a time each year when my dirtbag fiends
and
foes love to turn up the torment and torture of a totally
innocent victim,
namely ME. It started at a Citgo Gas Station
at about 2 in the afternoon last
Thursday. I am under a major
military attack, by these filth-balls, CHOPPERS
LOUD AND LOW
OVER MY HOUSE, FOLLOWING ME, DEATH CHEMTRAILS EVERYWHERE,
AND
PROPERTY DAMAGE TO MY AUTOMOBILE TO THE TUNE OF ABOUT 300
SMACKIOS. THEY PUT
LOUD STRANGE NOISES THROUGH THE PHONE,
RADIO, TV, ANYTHING JUST TO MAKE MY
LIFE A F------ LIVING
NIGHTMARE HELL, WITH NO BEGINNING NOR ENDING. To get my
revenge
or said better, my justice, I say things on the blog that I know
they
want hushed up. First, there is a secret society that I
have named the
TURDBIRD LEVIATHIN BLACK BROTHERHOOD, OR THE
T.L.B.B. FOR SHORT. This bunch
of lowlife does things that have
already been discussed on educational TV
as well as things only
I know about. There was a man in L.A., Cal., back
around the
turn of the century who was wealthy and bored to tears. He
went
driving down streets of the city with the windows to his
'the,' 92K Porsche
ego-junk-car, swearing at all the people he
would run into at lights and stop
signs. He had it all, and was
bored to deification, and basicly angry at the
world without
provocation. One day, a member of the TLBB contacted the
person
with a message that he knew a way to bring new thrill
into his boring rich
dirtbag life, JOIN US. We, like you, only
ORGANIZED, do basicly what you do,
only we pick a target. We
choose some poor schmuck for no other reason than
the fact that
they can, they have T H E F R E A K I N G P O W E R, and
cannot
ever be stopped. We make the poor bastards life totally
miserable, we have
our ways of learning all his likes and
dislikes, all his friends, enemies,
U name it, we know all
about it. They are behind a music group in London,
England,
called the 'POLICE', and the song a quarter century back-
yesterday
to me, with those famous lyrics,"EVERY BREATH
YOU TAKE, EVERY MOVE U MAKE,
EVERY SMILE U FAKE, WE'LL BE
WATCHING U." This is real funny to these
miserable
hurl-buckets. Then they find people like this 'fella
in el-a', and group 10 or
some of them together to HELLRULE an
area. Right now and since about the mid
eighties of last
century, this is what has been going on against me, and
there's
no stopping them. On the C.S.I. TELEVISION SHOW from about 2
years
back, one of their more often used antics, at least on
me; was used for the
plot on the show, and a special commentary
was given in addition, that this
is real and happening, and
that some secret evil group was behind it, I AM
REFERRING TO F
L A S H M O B S !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another powerful tool they use
is
computer hacking, as well as intimations of a persons friends and
family
with invisible torment. They start to realize that being
in your company
causes too much shit to happen to them, so
boom, they OSTRASIZE U. When I
tried to do this blog today, the
library staff had to shut down and reboot
the entire computer
system, it had been completely H A C K E D. They can stage
all
types of phony road incidents and accidents, and cause a targeted
person
to believe they are going nuts, after-all, this is what
the society around us
will tell us when all we try to do is
stick up for our rights and get the
never ending harassment
stopped. THE GODS ARE INSIDE US, TOTALLY BORED TO
TEARS WITH
ENDLESS EXISTANCE AND AWARENESS, AND ACT OUT ALL OF THIS
THROUGH
THEIR HUMAN COUNTERPARTS, THE B L A C K B R O T H E R H
O O D to whom previously
I referred to. A huge secret cat that
they definitely want IN THE BAG, is that
all things occurring
here on earth in this life of so called physicality, is
totally
at the whim and control of the unconsciousness, not the
conscious
minds of all of us, but as the 60's kids said it so
well, the UNCONSCIOUS
COLLECTIVE, OR EVEN BETTER PUT IN
NOMANCLACHURE, C O S M I C M I N D !!!!!!!
Another huge secrets
is the one most powerful being in our multiverse, the
GREAT
SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, HAS SOME VERY M A G I C A L
NUMBERS
THAT ONLY SHE OR 'IT' UNDERSTANDS, AND 2 of them are 7
and 12. These numbers
tell the entire story of everything, and
can unlock any mystery and answer
any unknown. Of course u must
know how to use these #'s. Another huge secret
they do not want
u to know is the fact that one of the most important sub-
atomic
particles in the multiverse, the electron, is highly intelligent,
and
when her random code is broken through 23rd century
zero-dimensional technology,
[Z.D.T.], THE WORD IMPOSSIBLE
REMOVES FROM THE DICTIONARY AUTOMATICALLY. I am
not being cute,
take a million words and include the word IMPOSSIBLE in
those
million words, and with a series of electronic gagets
that only I know how to
assemble together and properly use, the
word impossible disappears from the
list, leaving 999,999 words
in the group, and this random word is the one hit
out on the
system every time u tie a random programmer into the system,
and
put the word back in, in any order u may choose, don't u
wish u could pick
lotto numbers like this, I know I sure do,
and won't deny it for a nano-minute.
New Jersey casinos are all
controlled by the C.I.A., through a very secret
dummy company
domino pattern, but it all leads to MARY CARTER PAINTS CO. Look
at
the initials in Mary Carter, like MARTINO/CALLIO, MILLIONTH
COUNCIL, AND
I COULD GO ON. WANT TO GET MORE EDUCATED ON SOME
REALLT POWERFUL CRAP? HERE
ARE 2 WEBSITES THAT U NEED TO CHECK
OUT BIG TIME: WWW.FIREDOGLAKE.COM , AND
WWW.gadfly01.blogspot.com
, go here and learn more wild things, meanwhile, if
I make it
through the day, I will tell much much more, but be ready for
life-
changing experience, nothing is free. I do not want your
money, but I do want
the rest of the multiverse to share hell
with me, why should I have to go it
alone? Bye for now, p.s.
calm down Sarah-Stacey, I know your mood by what your
waters do
off your great city in the human-world, I am always watching u,
even
in your human form big S. Your favorite line when u and
your girlfriend drive
over those RR tracks, "I don't think
I can go for any of that". Remember I
can move into dual
awareness state in ten seconds flat, and be invisibly in
the
back seat of your car. Oh, and chief, saw u again with that
luscious blond,
shame on u, u love your adorable wife so much,
or so u told us all before
the election. I AM WATCHING ALL OF U
LIKE A HAWK, LOOK UP, AND SEE ALL THE
BIG BLACK BIRDS, THEY
TELL ME WHAT I NEED TO KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday,
May 09, 2006
Chapter
9 Donna's Deal With KRASSLE
Time
limits me today, as it is one of those days when it all is
going
big time wrong. I have been under a death siege NIGHTMARE
HELL since
April 27 at 2 PM at the Chisilhurst, NJ Citgo gas
station. Attacks
appear in the illusion, to come & go. In
reality, this is not the case.
We all move or SHIFT from one
reality into another, with almost every
chemical change that
takes place in the brain that produces the physical
space-time
personality of u. Not even needing to go from wakefulness to
dream
state or back, but with each slight mood shift, or change of
mind
or new thought pattern, we all slowly move off of what is
for lack of
better words, moving reality center-lines or MRC's.
Whatever 'mu mind did at th' (some weird hack from back long ago)
YO.
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theansweristheqyuestion
Hammonton, New Jersey, United States
Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness. And yes whoever managed 2 add it in here some years later, “QUITE INTENSE” INDEED, & BEYOND EVEN MY WILDEST NOTIONS FROM THE START OF THESE 2006 BLOGS, YO.
Also major HACKED, as U can all C from the goofy way the words R strung together on the sheet, even after clearing the formatting and recopying, it keeps endlessly being coded this way on the machine-language system, and this is without using the word HACK, as obviously a hack was placed into it as well!
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HA-HA-HA-HA SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES, U CAN HACK THIS FRUCKING MACHINE ALL U WANNA', AS IT WILL B CLEAN-WIPED AND HACK PROTECTED, AND AS 4 THE TOILET, I KNOW HOW 2 EFFECT THE REPAIRS ON IT AND DID SO, SO MY DAY MAY B BOTBAR TIMES 2 YES, BUT AND YES SPELLCHECKER, BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT BUTTERCHEESE BIG ASS MIMI-GAL-PAL BUTTS; I DO NOT HAVE 2 WAIT AROUND 4 REPAIRS, NOT WHEN I HAVE LEARNED WHAT 2 DO 2 STOP THE PROBLEM EACH TIME U FILTHY BASTARDS CAUSE IT 2 HAPPEN 2ME!
HA-HA-HA SPACEFORCE; EACH TIME THAT I TYPE THIS ON A NON-RED COLORED PAGE UNLESS I LOOK AT THE PRINT WHILE IT IS TYPING, IT KEEPS TYPING A WORD OR 2 OR 3, AND THEN GOES DOWN 2 THE NEXT LINE. WHATEVER MY TECHY CAN DO 2 PROVE THESE HACKS AND SEND THEM 2 THE FRUCKING ASS FBI, WILL B DONE, AND THAT IS A ROCK CHUCKING GODDAMN PROMISE, U EVIL SICKO DISEASED PRICK SLITS OUT THERE WITH NOTHING BETTER 2 DO WITH YOUR TIME THAN ENDLESSLY FLUCK WITH A PITIFUL INNOCENT LITTLE NOBODY SPECIAL EDUCATION KID AND WRECK AND RUIN HIS ENTIRE LIFE.
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Michael said...
"Varo Edition"
THE CASE FOR THE
UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECT
BY M. K. JESSUP
Transcribed by The Quantum Future Group Castelnau-Barbarens, France 2003
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THE CASE FOR THE UFO Unidentified Flying Objects By M.K. Jessup
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PREFACE
On the evening of April 20, 1959, an astronomer committed suicide in Dade County Park, Florida. Inhaling automobile exhaust fumes, which he had introduced from the tail pipe through a hose into his station wagon, he died in the same academic obscurity in which he had lived, unheralded and almost unrecognized in his discipline. Ironically, the scientist’s only public recognition had come from lay people, who had read his series of four books about unidentified flying objects. Morris K. Jessup’s first book, The Case For the UFO, had tended to alienate him from his colleagues, though it came and went with relatively few sales. Its publisher sold it off to second-hand bookstores at $1.00 each. Today it brings $25.00 or better per copy, if you can find one. It was a paperback edition of the same book, published in 1955 by Bantam Books that enmeshed Jessup in one of the most bizarre mysteries in UFO history. An annotated reprint of the paperback was laboriously typed out on offset stencils and printed in a very small run by a Garland, Texas manufacturing company which produced equipment for the military. Each page was run through the small office duplicator twice, once with black ink for the regular text of the book, then once again with red ink, the latter reproducing the mysterious annotations by three men, who may have been gypsies, hoaxters, or space people living among men. The spiral bound 8 ½” X 11” volume, containing more that 200 pages, became known as The Annotated Edition. The reprint quickly became legend. A few civilian UFO enthusiasts claimed to have seen copies, and it was rumored that a few close associates of the late Mr. Jessup possessed copies. Many people claimed it simply had never existed. Because you are now holding a virtually exact facsimile of The Annotated Edition in your hands, it is most obvious that the book existed. But the big mystery still remains: why did a Government contractor go to so much trouble to reprint a book that had been rejected by the scientific community, and further to include mysterious letters to the author and even more bizarre annotations? And with this mystery goes the suspicion that the book may have been printed by the manufacturer at the request of the military, which implies Government interest in some of the weirdest aspects of “Flying Saucer” study.
Jessup’s Background Not much detail is known of Jessup’s life before he emerged as one of the early writers on UFOs, mainly because nobody has taken the trouble to do the needed research. Probably the most that Ufology knows about him prior to his involvement with flying saucers is contained on the jacket flap of his first book. He is described as having been an instructor in astronomy and mathematics at the University of Michigan and Drake University. The Jacket copy also notes that Jessup completed his thesis for the doctorate degree in astro-physics at the University of Michigan, though it does not state whether on not he was awarded the actual degree. In the academic business, usually the thesis is the thing that comes
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last, and is the final step in the awarding of the doctorate degree. Sometimes these doctoral candidates are deferentially called “Doctor” by their associates, though it cannot be used officially by them. T his would seem to be the case of Jessup, who was often addressed as “Dr. Jessup”, but who never used the title in correspondence, nor on the covers or title pages of his four books. Very likely Jessup was never actually awarded the degree. Apparently, his thesis consisted of a report on his research program which (again according to the book jacket) resulted in several thousand discoveries of physical double-stars “which are now uncatalogued in the Memoirs of the Royal Astronomical Society of London”. The short biography also lists other important research activities by Jessup. It indicates that he was assigned by the United State Department of Agriculture to study the sources of crude rubber in the headwaters of the Amazon, though no date is given. He made archeological studies of the Maya in the jungles of Central America for the Carnegie Institute of Washington. Without identifying the source of sponsorship or financing, the jacket states that he explored Inca ruins in Peru, and concluded that the stonework he found there had been “erected by the levitating power of space ships in antediluvian times”. Also: “Mr. Jessup’s latest explorations have taken him to the high plateau of Mexico where he has discovered an extensive group of craters. They are as large as, and similar to, the mysterious lunar craters Linne and Hyginus N, and he believes them to have been made by objects from space. They are presently under study by means of aerial photography and the study will be ready for publication in approximately eighteen months”. Apparently the further exploration of the craters was never carried out. According to James W. Moseley, former publisher of Saucer News, Jessup sought university, foundation and private sponsorship of the project, but was unsuccessful in gaining sufficient interest and funds. The Allende Letters The mystery of the annotated paperback edition of The Case for the UFO was preceded by a series of strange letters from Carlos Miguel Allende addressed to Jessup. Two of these, reproduced as part of the Annotated Edition, appear in the following pages. The letters claimed that as a result of a strange experiment at sea utilizing principles of Einstein’s Unified Field Theory, a destroyer and all its crew became invisible during October, 1943. “The Field was effective in an oblate spheroidal shape,” Allende wrote. He added that “any person within that sphere became vague in form, and that as a result of the experiment some of the crew went insane. Further horrifying aspects of the alleged experiment are detailed in the two letters (See Appendix). The Allende letters became connected with The Annotated Edition when the Varo Manufacturing Company evidently got in touch with Jessup in regard to the latter. Varo’s unusual involvement in the mystery began a few months after February 1956, In April of that year Admiral N. Furth, Chief of the Office of Naval Research, Washington D.C., received a manila envelope postmarked Seminole, a small town in Texas. Written across its face was the notation “Happy Easter”. When Furth opened the envelope he found a copy of the Jessup paperback. We are not certain of Furth’s reactions, but we can assume that he thumbed through the book and that his interest was piqued by a series of notes, interjections, underscorings, etc., in three colors of ink, apparently written by three different people. Only the name of one of the authors of the annotations appeared in the notes, that of “Jemi”. The paperback had apparently been passed through the hands of the strange annotators several times. This conclusion could be drawn from the fact that the notes indicated discussions between two or all three of the men, with questions answered, and places where parts of a note had been marked through, underlined, or added to by one or both of the other men. Some had been deleted by marking through. The notes had a tone of absolute weirdness. Sometimes they agreed with Jessup’s original text; sometimes they contradicted it, as they referred to two types of people living in space. They specified two habitats for the space people: underseas, and what they termed the “stasis neutral”, the latter term apparently in agreement with Jessup’s exposition on points of neutral gravity in space. They mentioned the building of undersea cities and
identified two groups of spacemen, “L-M’s” and “S-M’s”. The “L-M’s” were designated as peaceful, the “S-M’s” as sinister.