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OKAY BLOGGER COMMUNITY, Y NAUGHT GIVE A POOR PICKED ON PITIFUL OLD FART FOOL NAMED MOUNTAINEN A TEENCY WEE BIT OF A FRUCKING BREAK HERE, AND HELP ME WITH THIS ILLEGAL PERSECUTING ASSAULT ON ME' (BLOGGER AND FREE SPEECH RIGHTS), WITH THIS EVER DWINDLING COMMENTS-COUNT. C, IT WON'T STOP UNTIL IT REACHES (0) GOOSE GODDESSDOG EGGS, WILL IT? THAT IS UNLESS SOMEONE HELPS ME HERE WITH THIS; ONLY NOBODY EVER WILL, AND THIS IS ABSOLUTELY PROVING, AT LEAST 2 ME; THAT MY 'HELL-BOX SITUATION FROM 2301's BRIGANTINE, NJUSAESMWG IS ALL REAL AND TRUE! ALL OF THESE ENDLESS MYSTERIOUS ITEMS CAN ONLY MEAN ONE THING. MOUNTAINEN IS CORRECT, AND NO OTHER THING IS AVAILABLE ANYWHERE 2 EXPLAIN WHAT IS HAPPENIG AROUND ME 4 A SOLID HALF CENTURY PLUS OF TIME NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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This is the most wild and crazy horse puke that has happened 2 me now on this entire nearly 18 years that I have experienced as a blogger, at this BDC web-site; and I've had quite a few, 2 quote President Obama, “doozie-whoppers”. This one however, at least in my opinion, absolutely takes both the cake, as well as the entire candy box and ice cream freezer, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO; and unless someone proves me wrong, is quite obviously another 2008 MIMI-HACK, and my blogs R full of them, and their many magical numerations that happened 2 me, as soon as I was dumb enough 2 take the advice of distant cuzz-Dawn-Marie King; and buy HER GAME, and download it into me' whittle computer, over at my MMM Mizz Jenny Plageman owned trailer park, at 3100 South Jewelly WHITE HORSE PIKE, in Mullica-Hammonton, NJUSAESMNWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2 quote many great and fantastic FBI-AGENTS all over this marvelous wonderful land (USA), “the proof is simply naught disputable, YO”! I agree with U dudes and duddesses out there, and U2, wonderful landlord 4 half a year or so in 2009, Agent Steve Caruso, of back then, Austin TXUSAESMWG! So let me shout out one gargantuanly HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As we all know, Morianity began in 1995, with my incredible search 2 find a mysterious almighty GODDESS, the great SSJKK of eternity, AKA Earthly Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. However, the first three years of these later on 2 form and spin off; 'BOM-BLOGS', AKA 'BOM-BOB-BLOGS'; seemingly laid the groundwork and frame-work 4 all of the following hellishness and nightmares 2 follow. If I am wrong and in need of being corrected, don't B silent, correct me; but no stupid ass comments please. Show me logically how I am all wrong in all of this, and I'll close down this blog in 12 hours flat, and none of U will ever have 2 suffer me, or it, ever freaking again; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank U4 coming over 2 visit your boy again today, me' lovely beautiful awesome LIGHTNING. U have been so good 2 your LITTLE-BOY this year, and I love U far beyond what simple Earth-Mortal-World words could ever hope 2 tell U, me' lovely sweet precious girl!!!!!!!! Maybe U know that I fell under some heavy and nasty death sky harassment today, beginning this moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning; and so U then came over 2 try and protect, and look after me. THANK-U Diana, me' endless fantastic love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IWALU-990!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCCCC
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 WOMO-SPACEFORCE SUBSKUMMITE ENEMIES, whom are VICIOUSLY PERSECUTING ME, AND BEGINNING SHORTLY PAST DAYBREAK TODAY, WEDNESDAY, JULY 19th OF 2023, WITH NASTY AND HEAVY AIR PERSECUTION, BOWELL ASSAULTS WITH HAVANA DEATH WEAPONRY, AND HORIFFIC NIGHTMARES THAT LED ME INTO THIS WAKING WORLD DAY, THAT INVOLVED MANY THINGS, INCLUDING MAJOR SKY ASSAULTS IN THOSE NIGHTMARES IN SOUTH ATLANTIC CITY, AND JUST THREE BLOCKS FROM WHERE I LIVED WHILE ATTENDING THE THIRD GRADE, AT THE RICHMOND AVENUE GRAMMAR SCHOOL; AND WHICH IS ALL directly a part of the ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT ON ME, THAT 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, and on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
Friday, March 30, 2007
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN FROM
THE HEAD MORIAN
#5
I am under the worst MILITUFORCE SIEGE
that I have seen in ages and ages, kemtrails R all over me,
choppers are horrific, causing the cheating Snyder Flyers to WIN
WIN WIN, and the Dow Jones market to go UP UP UP. Until next week
when some additional chip memory is installed into this system,
it is difficult operating, bare with me, as the Slowsky Turtle’s
R in the house, and no one changes their ways as the bartender
well knows.
Message to my very best friend Karen:
I as
Mountainpen, or MWM as U know me by, is one of nearly unlimited
dream sequences that I am having from my more real astral life.
On this plane of astrallity, I also have numerous identities that
I am aware of when I visit the 6th dimension which can only B
accessed if U know the way, and that is to get into the locale of
KRASSLEVILLE at the border of the great OP [OLYMPIAN PROVINCE],
and go onto the river with a powerful enough motor-ship, as this
river runs from woust to nest, or in mortality, here on the
mortal world, picture our great Mississippi or Missouri Rivers
here in America, running backwards and uphill. Some rivers on
Earth do indeed flow in reverse directions from the others, but
this is a mere geographical anomaly, as 4 whatever reason, that
particular area is lowering from the higher real estate in
reverse direction to all other areas in the neighboring parallel
and part of the globe, hence no Earthly river runs literally
against gravitation, or uphill. However, the great K. River does
indeed flow from down to up or woust to nest as these 2
directions R referred 2 on the Astral Plane. When and if U can
reach far and high enough, it cuts through a strange area inside
a deeply unfathomable gorge that makes our Earth world Grand
Canyon look like a Bowell that U would eat a can of Campbell's
Possibilities Soup out of. Up in this part of the in-between
province areas, lies many large fields of void areas that always
have been there and always will B, and R controlled by the Great
Millionth Council, GMC, the ruling body in total control of phase
#2 reality, the ASTRAL PLANE. This deep gorge leads to many
labeled fields that this GMC experiments with in their “dream
travel” experiments, and is Y we mortals C 'UFO'-crafts from
time 2 time that R not our own secret military test covert
crafts, which is what 97% of sightings really R, but the other 3%
are Olympian 'dream-travel' Airships.
In a nutshell, I go occasionally to the mental plane or 6th
dimension, and am aware that astrally, I exist as thousands of
entities in separate individual states on lower levels of
astrallity, and that each of these entities
dream-down into the mortal realm or physical plane. Very
rarely, 2 or more astral entities R dreaming the exact same
dream, being comparable to 2 people here on Earth dreaming of the
same thing and of each other, and both waking up and remembering
their dreams, such as in the famous fictional example with the
dream that both Annie and Kevin Costner had in the fictional
movie, Field of Dreams from 1988, about the Ebbits Baseball
Field. So shortening the story and answering your query, one of
my many dreams that I have, as a dog named ZERANNIS ARTHUR YANCY
JONES, is that of me, MWM. Also one of the many dreams that I
have, as a great Duke and owner of a large 60 octillion cubic
mile area, but a mere speck in the huge Olympian Province, OP,
where the mighty GREAT DIANA ZUDLECRENESSIA
ARTEEMIS lives with me in the Great Ricktown Manor, click
into www.morianity-foundation.com and click into the RICKTOWN
MANOR information, is where my name is Rictofarious and 8 other
names after that, that have legal registration meanings in
Ricktown’s capitol City of AKOSLEM, the full city’s spelling
is shown on my website, this is the shortened mortal world
spelling. Here, I am Rick, but never went by this shortened
nickname, until one day when the great parents of my lovely blond
Diana, a 33 foot pure energy coil that stands 6' and 3' tall with
long bright canary yellow hair past her knees, and long eyes that
curve up just a tiny bit at each end, but are very
long---------------------each one about this long and no wider
than-------------------maybe twice this example, at most, one
look at her eyes, or her, by any man from Earth, and U never will
B the same again. Not a day goes by that I do not think about her
eyes, and even clearly C them in my own mind’s eye, even now as
I speak. She hates it when I call her slit-eyes, so I do not do
this, but it does describe her eyes, and when I lose
consciousness tonight, just for entering this through the machine
mind, I will most likely catch hell for
saying this, but that will B when I am RICK. Anyway,
her great parents Zeus and Leda brought her over 2 Ricktown and
after introducing me to her and her 2 me, I told her and my exact
words were millions of eons ago, “U CAN CALL ME RICK”. Then
she blurted out immediately with such vigor it threw me back,
“YOU’RE MY RICK”.
Karen, I was never in all my eternal existence, as happy as I was
at that moment, when the devil’s
sister fell in love with me, but lightning did not get
permission to live with me in Ricktown Manor until many long
infinities passed. At first, I either would
visit her at the God’s Manor in the great Olympia Proper, and
watch her play tennis with her family and friends, or we would go
down the path to her beautiful CODE CABIN. U can read about this
by clicking into the CODE CABIN section on my website, as shown
above. So no as me here on the mortal world, I am Rick’s
dream, and not Rick, but have many many memories of my truer life
as Rictofarious, just in my dreams last night, in time’s
illusion, I remember taking lightning to her Queen’s meeting in
the capitol city of Akoslem, Ricktown’s capitol, as she was
made Ricktown’s queen by a 97.84% population majority vote,
when I as Rick, presented this stage A request to our citizens,
where later it was unanimously 100%
approved by the Millionth Council, the Astral
Plane's Absolute
Authorities. If I were
Rick here, U would not recognize me, as I am quite the stud,
standing just over 88 full inches high, eyeballing Barkley and
Chamberlain, and am 330 pounds of pure solid muscle. Here I am
old, ugly, fat, and stupid, and hated by humanity. There, I am
respected, always 23 years old, no matter how many ceecee’s go
by, as time on the astral is created 4 the interactions, the
reverse from mortal world life where time first needs substance
and reality in order for any interaction to thereby come into
being. But, as a code between good friends, U certainly can call
me Rick, I know lightning will not mind, she knows U are happily
married and living as a mortal being on the mortal realm.
Sarah-Stacey is the real jealous one of all the gods and
goddesses. If I am anywhere near any pretty women, she sends
hundreds of crows and ravens and hawks, occasionally flying right
over my car and I can even C their eyes looking at me, that is
how close many come, if I am too long with anyone too pretty, and
U know me, I do love beauty queens, in my human world existence.
Hope I answered your question sufficiently, KS, and thank you for
monitoring my sites and blogs.
To EP if UR still on
the mortal world as EP, Spider:
Sorry I told the great
secret, and ever since I let this cat out, the fucking jerk off
military scum bags have been illegally persecuting me day and
night, it all began at about 11 of the clock ante’ meridian on
Wednesday morning, and the bomb blew up right in my face and has
been re-exploding all over me ever since. U will C so many
fucking Earthquakes, Twisters, Fires, Floods, City and School
Violence, Volcanoes, Tidal Waves, Droughts, wild weather in
general, and major shit in the middle east, U’ve asked fucking
4 it, so stand back and watch!!!
Message to MAGNESONIC:
All general and special
orders, all tecks, ZDT & ADT, carry out my orders, your gain
is at 11.8 infinity flux, your I&D is at 11.5, your desire
key has been reset from normal neutral J position to the I
position. Cosmiputer, ON AN I TO D, A/B TONE PHASING PUNISHMENT
SEQUENCING SYSTEM, SCAN USING G13 AND G14, and CG5555, CG2, CG39,
and CG18-TOTAL IONIC HYPERSPACIAL EXIM UNCREATION IF ANY HACKER
TRIES TO INTERFERE WITH YOUR IMPLEMENTATION OF MY MACHINE-MIND
ORDER, NOT USING TELEPHONE SEQUENCING SYSTEM, UNDER CRUSH AND
SINGE TOTAL DESTRUCT DESTRUCT DUMA FLEET-ALL- DESTRUCT, CODE CG
18 ULTIMATE.
Well, when the meteors
and asteroids and comets tear this rotten rock to pieces soon,
only Maggie can stop it, so you’ll come running time then, and
maybe, just freaking maybe, I will have mercy on this miserable
cosmos.
Message to anyone following me on my side of the army
wishing for a 50% law suit jury award cut of the action:
Help me prove this
nightmare being done 2 me is indeed real, and if I get 20
billion, after legal cut is paid, and any state federal and
surtaxes, my net jury award will B split in half, and this half
can be split into 20 or 50 or 80 or however many wish to form a
covert group and help me from the shadows. The enemy will never
know 4 sure when they’re gonna get caught with their hand in
the fucking cookie jar now, and get their private parts placed in
a Sharon Stone Casino Vice Mob-pain machine.
Message to parallel
event gamester-scum:
Ok, U turned March of
two thousand and seven into total fucking DOGTOWN 4 me, and I
lost 12 units last night after your chopper attack hit for about
the 10th time in the past 80 hours. Flyers win-cheat, and Dow up
and away with beautiful balloons. CHEATERS, CHEATERS, CHEATERS,
that is all that all of UR, Snyder puker, U couldn't take that
god-shit awful team of yours and win one legitimate game without
choppering me to death, for all the love and money in the MWG.
U’re notin’ but pure cheatin’ scuz!!!!!! Big man huh,
picking on me, bullies will never B heroes, only loose smelly
shit pudding, all of U, and my covert army if they ever awaken
and C the $$$$$ potential in helping me, will someday bury all of
U sick diseased maggot sucking turds.
Bye-Bye, jag-offs,
bigger secrets than EP are soon 2 come, build bigger closets,
bastards!!!!!
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 9:36 AM No comments:
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN FROM
THE HEAD MORIAN
#4
Good day 2 you all, I am under a major
death siege this morning, started getting super freaking bad at
eleven of the clock this moanin’. Super chopper attack, super
chemtrail attack, planes all around, noisy cars, yesterday was
just some trail sky action, but thousands of biker pricks with
their thundering pieces of 'deciaballity'. One dark colored
sports car after I left a 7-11 store came as close to my car as
possible while I was pulled over on a side road looking 4 my
pass-out-revenge-tracts, telling people 2 visit my site,
www.morianity-foundation.com nearly swiping me and no opposing
traffic was coming down the road 2 cause this driver 2 do this to
me, and he slowly came up on me, then gunned off with deafening
sound, and I flipped the mother incestrallite the mid-bird. The
mid-bird is being flipped at your mothers and daughters, and all
of U right now through this web log [blog], and 6th dimensional
usage of the machine mind. So U all want 2 play with me, fine.
Just keep track of everything in a roulette game, and do not look
at it as playing separate games. The time U begin, record every
single number, color, order, range, dozen, column, and then take
20 or so groups of 4 or 5 numbers, your choice, whatever, and
group them as a package number, and give them a letter or number
code. Then remember, never lose track of your TOTAL SPINS SCORE,
as let us 4 example say that your total spins after 30 games
played and recorded, is 6400. U go home and see that in this
total, there R 730 hits on the number package of 10-13-30-35.
This package or grouping of 4 numbers is always measured in run
run change by the total spins divided by how many times this
package comes out. The equation is done by taking the 730 hits
and multiplying them by 100, and then dividing this product by
the 6400 or total amount of spins. As the magnetic percentage of
this package moves up and down, it becomes mathematically
magnetized so to speak in ranges, and when a package is at a
bottoming of a range and starting to climb, this is when this 4
numbers needs 2B played, so grouping many packages and keeping
track of their magnetic percentages, [MP’s], is an infallible
way 2 endlessly know which numbers 2 play that R positive 4
coming out more than the long run outcome average of 9.5:1 for
each of the four on any given spin, as 38 numbers R on the wheel,
hence 38 divided by the 4 numbers, or 9-1/2. Grouping 4 or 5
numbers in packages is one way to play, U also can just use the
RED, BLACK, ODD, EVEN, LOW, and HIGH, or the DOZENS, COLUMNS,
STREETS, LINES, hell, U can even package up what gamblers refer
to as corners or squares which is the four numbers anywhere on
the roulette layout that all mix together such as the 1,2,4,5 or
the 32,33,35,36 and so forth. All of cosmic reality is already
flowing inside and within fields of preset magnetic percentages,
and keeping track of anything in one long or as one endless
event, allows anyone 2B able 2 predict above the normal ratio of
long run math norms, again such as 1:38 for picking randomly any
next outcome in the game of ROULETTE. Picking 18 numbers at
random gives a player a ratio of 1:2 for picking a correct
number, and so forth. Computers can B programmed with varying
software programs that U or a programmer, would need 2 write, and
tell the machine exactly what is the maximum best single number,
outside bet out of the 6-choice, or whatever, 4U2 play. U can
spend 3 hours a day 5 days a week 2 keep up with a hundred things
and calculate it all separately yourself, but getting your PC to
perform the mental-shoulders 4U is naturally what I would advise.
Anyone can keep their fucking mouth shut, do this, never admit 2
doing it, go into a casino, place your bets, stay a while, record
every number, leave, go home, and re-enter all of your newest
number outcomes into your endless one long game equation. U may
not now or ever sell 4 any money or other valued equivalent, any
of this top top secret 22nd century knowledge of applying the
LONG-RUN-EVENT-CONCEPT, to roulette, or 2 anything else 4 that
matter. U may however, feel totally free 2 use it yourself, and B
careful,m as they R not there in the casino business 2
continuously hand U their money, and the only ways 2 get it are
these cheat-sheet methodologies, this one, and the proper
application of using QUANTUMCARDECKS, and waiting 4 two CORRECT
STRINGS or two INCORRECT STRINGS to occur, and then bet a 3 stage
MM against the C-5 or I-5 strings. As I freaking speak at about
12:40 Post Meridian, I am here at Eddie Himacane’s place
getting a super 2nd nasty very low helicopter attack. Wow, your
moms and dauts were super fantastic last night, WO WO WO WO and
WOWWOW !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Want
another secret out in the open? I have told over and over again
how anyone can prove there is no such thing as death, not at
least the way U perceive it 2B. This method I have repeatedly
described as the F6/10. This is the FASCITAR 6 and 10 method,
where U can go anywhere U wish, and B there as real as it is 2B
here, neither R really real, only the true void infinity, is what
is real. Go to my maps section on my web SPIDER ELVIS
site, www.morianity-foundation.com/, and see the map of the
Province of Olympia, or the OP. Most physical-projectors, and
regular dreamers, and phase-4 entities R from the OP. Just use
the 6/10 method, and 10 times, daydream yourself in my Great
First Hall, in the great Ricktown Manor, in
Ricktown’s Hovahahn region, 61,000 Earth type miles in sensory
illusion, from Ricktown’s great capitol city, Akoslem
City. Then command your soul [astral body, or
glorified body, or light starry body], to keep numerous religious
and mystic and psychic people happy with a more elucidated
nomenclature; anyway, tell it to leave U and appear in this hall.
All persons doing this will C things differently, as nothing is
real except void infinity. One will say my wall paper is loaded
with yancies, [astral word 4 polka-dots]. Another will see
painted colors, still another will C more of a cylindrical tunnel
with light at the end of it that U never can get 2 the end of.
But here on the physicality or the Earth realms, human life,
whatever, no difference rabies and germios. NONE.
The proof of what I say is when the
great Sarah-Stacey had 4 different people tell what they saw and
heard regarding her son’s life on the Earth-worlds, leading up
to his eventual mission-planned ministry, crucifixion, and
laser-trace [resurrection].
Must close out, things
R bad, but some people have witnessed things, and R now on their
way to tell a local judge what is going on. Some body out there
in Callio/Levy/Martino-ville can get ready real damn soon to shit
in their pants. I have major news 4U all, in the Lamistrashy
Scuzbuckets Club of ACNJUSAESMWG, exposure is closer than U know,
as someone in a very high position examined my VHS copy of
Shadows, the soap, the section dealing with the Levy-athans, and
has made a major hidden discovery that indeed pertains 2 all of
this in a super way, you R so mucking HISTORY, that is
TOTAL--HISTORY, so Bye Bye brown eyes. My covenant with U will
remain forever obeyed, and non-violated. I am not like my lineage
thousands of years ago, I keep my promise 2U, SAR, my endless
love; and U will B forever mine, and that is not written in the
astral cities, it is the astral cities, and beyond that and all
of 5th dimensional HS, beyond the thought-D or D-6, and all of
it. I will always B that dog, your big firedog, ZERANNISS,
THAT BOY. U even named me that
on the streets of the physical plane here back in the late
1960’s, and I never forgot those lovely things U spoke 2 me,
nor will I ever, nor will I ever forget your lovely smile, huge
brown eyes, and long light brown hair, UR my SCYLLA, look at the
name SCYLLA, S as in Sarah, Y is an interchangeable I,
only the O is missing from Callio, and the O is not for
www.overstocked.com. C yall soon, bank on it, right after the
tidal wave strikes, grow back eyes all of U as you’ll need
them. Mister Winn really hated me' 1983 tidal wave
song!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 10:59 AM 1 comment:
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
TO WHOM IT MY CONCERN FROM THE HEAD MORIAN
#3
I have not been burning
the midnight oil writing web logs recently. The story of my life
can never really B properly told, and no way, in its fullness.
Trying 2 say certain things is a total useless endeavor. If I say
2 someone 4 example that “U won’t believe me if I tell U”,
and they keep insisting that they will, then I wonder, if they
will not believe me in the smaller thing when telling them that
they won’t believe, how the devil can they believe the bigger
thing that they wish 4 me 2 tell. Not a single soul will take me
seriously when I say that everything down 2 the smallest nth
degree, is cosmiprogrammed with me in the following manner:
Whatever things I like R always repelled from my proximity, and
whatever things I do not like, R totally attracted into it,
without exception, and definitely without my needing to
exaggerate this. It’s all simply 100% true. Society, at least
here in America has altered in several major ways, although
mankind has not changed at all in its basic and fundamental
existence. With the passing of every year and decade, people that
were 30 R simply as those that were 25 a decade or so ago. This
is not coming from a person normally aging and born and died, but
from someone existing throughout HS. Again, I feel the need 2
specify, that all of U also R in HS in infinite or near infinite
existences, but if U do not know it and I mean know it totally
and completely like the way U know your name and telephone
number, then it is for all intense and purposes, meaningless, as
2 your sense of it all, U got born, U are living your life, and
heading for a certain grave. Nothing about this last sentence is
untrue, yet due 2 lack of enlightenment, all but a few hundred
people alive today know what I mean when I say that also U exist
in endless ways of dreams in the great unimaginable HYPERSPACE,
[HS]. If 100 people all have 50 million dollars worth of jewels
hidden in a secret area behind a panel in their attic, and one
out of these persons stumbles onto their secret panel and opens
it up and removes their treasure, and pays the taxes on it, the
rest is theirs to live like kings and queens. In reality, the one
is no different that all the others living in homes with similar
treasures hidden behind a panel in their attics. Yet the one will
now live a totally different life. If he or she then tried to
tell the others that they also had treasures hidden in their
homes, and could not prove it 2 them in any real way, not a one
would start ripping apart a costly nice well arranged grouping of
attic rooms. They would laugh and tell U that U’re a nut, and
get lost. Right? If I tell every one in the world that by
following me around and documenting exactly what I say is true,
and all form a club that will lead to sort of a covert future
class action 'legal-sewers' in a future litigation, as I would
most definitely cut the group in, they would never do it, and it
never will happen, as they all R2 busy telling me 2 take sike
meds, see a counselor, and get psychiatric help. I know beyond
the shadow of any doubt, that I can never not B, I exist, always
have, and always will, and that the GMC is persecuting me in
every way possible night and day, and that this hell will never
ever end, not in a year, not in 10, not in 100, not in 1000, not
in a million, and this I swear in front of any court or tribunal,
worldwide, and will state under oath under penalty of perjury
charges, right in the United States Supreme Court. I absolutely
know that if right this minute, some beauty queen fell madly in
love with me, and I was given an opportunity to make 200 grand a
year in some business capacity, or if someone legitimately
promoted one or more of my many songs or inventions or ideas; the
Dow Jones market would fall forever until a 4-sale sign appeared
at the property at Broad & Wall Streets in Manhattan. The
Phillies would win almost every game like magic, and the Flyers
would go endlessly swishing down the toilet. No Mensa genius is
needed here 2C that this entire thing has 2B someone’s upline
world thought, and this basically is backed up in the Christian
scriptures whether Mountainpen says it or not, and that the
thought was about me, or else, there just could not possibly B
this powerful of a connection or parallel event between these
things. The machine I type on in the Word Perfect Program, adds
an [N] to ratio, changes the word casino to casino, over and
over, and then I come to learn at the SORA classes legislated by
the Governor and conducted under the New Jersey State Police, is
also getting their program effected when the typist of the test
wrote the word RATIO, and machine mind added the famous N. Lots
of people think they R at the center of the universe, but they R
simply not. It is a recognized psychological disorder. But the
shrinks in my case R all wrong, but I can never hope nor expect 2
get them 2 tear apart their expensive attic tiles and find their
50 million in jewels, on the say so of a nut case mad man.
2 THE GMC
I know that many have
fallen for the great one as she lives here in this dreamality, or
physical life. Many have met her and written their songs about
her, I am but one, but I am her special dog, Zeranniss. Many have
written many songs about her, and many have made it to the top of
the musical charts that rate music. In 1983, I met a dude named
Bob, and he still is right here in Lindenwold, NJUSAESMWG. He
introduced me to his good friend the SPIDER, back in 1985.
Originally, I was led 2 believe that he was the greatest Elvis
Presley impersonator in the world, and worked as a dispatcher for
the NJ State Police at the HARRAH’S MARINA, in ATLANTIC CITY,
NJUSAESMWG. On many parts of the enormous and unfathomably
gargantuan hyperspace, this is located on Tennessee Avenue, where
Mick-Gee’s shit hole building stands on this atomic signature
and intraphasing. He was the coolest dude I ever met. He lived in
Berlin, NJUSAESMWG, and one day Bob and I were over at his place
just down the block from the Fleetway car dealership. He got
unbelievably intoxicated and sat down on his bed and began to cry
like a baby. Bob knew or must have that he was about 2 let one
more person in on the hugest thing in the history of the news
media business or 'Poparotcee or however U spell it'. Bob kept
shaking his right shoulder gently and saying, don’t tellem Elv,
don’t, U can’t risk it. He went on 2 let me in on the fact
that he met a giant brown haired beauty queen that he referred 2
as the ‘water-queen’. It took until the 21st century to run
around, 4 me 2 realize he had met Sarah. Making a very long and
secret story short, he wanted her and she was happy with her new
husband whom she married in 1977. The situation grew ugly and
Mister Claridge top of the escalator restaurant’s son, Sar’s
Earth realm hubby, said he was going 2 make a huge scandal and
wreck his career if he did not leave his wife alone. He met her
at a show he was doing. She had driven him as mad as she has
driven me. He decided 2 fake his death and surface as a fantastic
impersonator, so he could B near her, and without her knowing it
nor trying 2 nor having her hubby stop him. He planned it out
very well over years, and didn’t care how heartbroken the whole
world would B, not even his own daughter. He made powerful
friends as his real self first, so as 2B able 2 get his position
with the NJ State Police, as their Harrah’s Marina dispatcher.
The world knew this great man 4 a long time as the Spider, and
other initialed hailing's for more closer friends, that had
meaning, and is why Michael Jackson married his daughter, as well
of course as a rouse to attempt to show the world that he really
isn’t a little sick child abusing scuz-bucket. But much more
was connected in all of this. McG loved the power of controlling
a powerful deity living on the Earth without her full memories
available 2 her. Elvis found about about the matter sucking
Karge-hole, and neither McG nor Sar’s hub were going 2 ever
again let Spider B who he was B4 the nightmare of all of this.
All spiritual and hyper-natural things occur on the astral plane,
which at times can blur, or said perhaps better, the fields
between the planes of what mortals call life and death,
[physical/astral]. I told all of U that my friend Sally, who
hosted 'Popeye Theater' decades ago on 'WFIL-TV', Philadelphia
channel #6, before it became WPVI; did me a favor and called the
Mayor's office in AC, NJ, and spoke 2 a dude named Rick. Levy had
a cousin working on channel 10 in Philly, who got with his radio
buddies in Trenton and started vicious lies about Sally, all
because she helped me against Levy and his gang of cohorts, back
when he was the Chief of the Beach Patrol, www.acbp.com and these
people will wipe anyone out that gets in their way. They R worse
than any known mafia or black file government agency, and have
merged into one group called the LAMISTS. They also exist
astrally, and with this name, the Dark Shadows soap opera uses
the word LEVIATHANS, but it is the LAMISTS, the one third if the
Great Millionth Council that broke away from the other two
thirds, and have a huge astral headquarters called the BRIGGBASE,
its Earth realm twin is BRIGANTINE, NJUSAESMWG. As long as they
have me 2 pick on the DOW WILL B UP UP UP UP UP. As long as they
have me 2 pick on the PHILLIES WILL LOSE LOSE LOSE LOSE.
2 any group that may
someday or perhaps has secretly formed as the future class-action
suit witnesses:
I will share 50% of
all my after tax monies awarded, split up between U. If UR out
there, may the GODS B with U. They have done serious body damage
2 me in the last week, and if I die, my murderers R listed, go to
any of my blogs on www.blogger.com or that R on my website,
[spiders make webs] www.morianity-foundation.com and all of these
scum R listed. They killed me, my mother, Dave Roth, and his
mother, 4 brutal murders. If I was not 100% sure of my facts,
would I dare 2 make such claims and face libel and slander
charges????? Think about it!!!!!!!!!!
Message to the
great SSJKK:
In human form, U have
had great and small people alike fall madly in love with U. In
your upline world, as U dream at night, and go into your
down-lined thoughtwave, [your creation], U must know that some
part of U loves me, and that I am always THAT BOY, or that dog,
from DOGTOWN. I was jealous of my brother in my dream, and am so
very sorry that I split his head open with a rock.
Message 2
Dorian Wall-banger:
Wish U would put your great theme back on,
I was just busting your balls when I would sing along with the LL
arrangement. The real infringer was prick cock-head Bobby Brown.
Message 2 the elements:
Bring the wrath of the great SSJKK
upon this wicked and sin-cursed evil planet, please, they deserve
non of your great mercy, only judgment and Dogtown.
Message 2
Morty Mortino, {death}:
Please take me out of this you rotten
prick. Stacey won’t let me visit U at your building in the
Great SDK. I know UR near me and I am ready to give U my spirit.
Have mercy and get me out of this awful nightmare, if Stacey will
ever let U. She says I must do something first, I have not yet
figured out what she wants me 2 do. I asked her last night while
she was flying her big kite that I got her 4 her birthday. She
just giggles and tells me she’s gonna dangle her lovely long
brown hair all over me and then take me over to Viqueen’s
Island and make me scream like a wild man.
Message to the great
Hispanic break dancer dog of Dogtown:
U may B able 2 avoid
the paddles better than me, but I am dreaming out of there now,
while U still R dreaming that UR there, suffer ya growling
fangface mitt licker.
Message 2 all my lovely
dee-dee ravens and hawks:
Keep following me and
watching over me and tell Diana 2 come 2 me soon. I am going nuts
without her flashing around, I need her so very bad. How I would
do anything for the privilege and honor of dying in the electric
chair. Oh JB, let me just sit on it and run some of Diana into
me. When I was ten or so as Mountainpen, I would stick an
electricians double pole into the outlets and put each hand on
one and feel her lovely warm current moving all throughout my
entire body, how I love U so my electron, and happy birthday in
your human form, yesterday. I still treasure the tape I have of U
calling my house and telling me you didn’t need this, no how,
no nothing, back in the spring time 24 years back in ’83. Light
bulbs have been blowing left and right in my residence, is it U,
or MILITUFORCE 'scuzzers'?
To the residents of the
astral city of HYDROGLACIA, the physical plane world pulsar star
in the MWG:
What do U want with me?
I cannot stay dead, so Y keep killing and fucking with me? Ass
holes. All stars here in physicality, not the man-made ones, R in
reality large densely populated astral cities. Light is astrally
thought energies, and the astral plane is crowded and hence
mostly bright. The faster things move in the dream worlds here,
the smaller they R and the hotter they R. Concentrically, the
larger things R here, the slower and colder they R, and R all
perfectly and accurately measurable by the use of the kelvin
temperature scales. People think it is a made up word from Star
Trek, it is not. 0 degrees kelvin is the same as saying that no
motion exists on a molecular level, and as motion begins 2 occur,
so does vibration on many varying scales, causing a basic heating
up and speeding up and shrinking in size. The Kelvin race on the
show from the AG, Andromeda Galaxy, is just phase four entities
trying to exist in the third phase and not lawtronically being
able to, hence ending up as characters on the fictional show
called Star Trek. I have a special weapon that will cause U pain
and problems Hydroglacia, if U continue fucking with my ass. I
like U much better as a beautiful pulsar star, quit 'enlucating'
through the 'Bickwad' fields in the void areas past the OP, or I
will use my Magflector on U, and the world will get a taste of
science fact and fiction that will really blur the lines of
science and church philosophy’s, and screw up society so bad,
it will take 500 years to pull out of the 2nd dark ages, I ain’t
bluffin’ ass holes!!!!!
FINAL MESSAGE FOE
THE DAY-- JOUR 'JAMAYVOO PAPERS' AND ALL PK----------PAULA:
All systems went into
failure on roulette during this super March attack and MARCH
SADNESS. But hoops B damned, the QUANTUMCARDECKS have done well.
But 2 add to the efficiency, always stop for at least 20-30
hours, any and all gaming, once getting two 5-strings of
CORRECT’S or INCORRECT’S. Once when I did not, I went on to
get 5 of them in one 3 hour period, and lost the head of my dick
for the day. Also, if U monitor just 10 'carddecks', and get a
magnetic percentage of total verses amount of five’s, and play
the lowest cards, and running out the higher MP cards for getting
5-STRINGS using what some gamblers refer 2 as [paper games], U
can always play cards that R giving U the best odds 4 getting the
2 and 3 strings, and occasional 4 strings, and there R many more
secrets I will show the entities of the multiverse in this great
HS, as we move and march along in this blog, but 4 today, FINE’.
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 3:09 PM No comments:
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
#2
TO WHOM IT MAY
CONCERN---FROM THE HEAD MORIAN
March 20, 2K7, Tuesday
Well, I have, as
always, lots and lots of things 2 tell. Message from the
'GIANTPUSSYS' CLUB:
U all impress me like a
ton of loose goose smells. I have the ability 2 just think your
heart stopping, and it will. Ask the Mayor of AC, NJ, and his LG
pals, if I cannot think and move. I try 2 do nice things 4
people, and all I ever get back is shit. Chemtrails all over me
every single day, never ending Milituforce Otammscum non-stop
planes, choppers, trails, and loud road sounds. All through March
of oh-seven, this is in all honesty the worst Wirtz siege I have
ever been put through since December of 1991, when I remember
telling the Camden County Prosecutor, one of the men supposedly
working my case, Mr. Ron Wirtz, that I have not had a single day
all month without pure horrific and endless hell. I told him that
I would take things into my own hands if necessary, and he said
over my CIA/NSA/BFA bugged up telephone, exactly what U hear Jack
McCoy on L&O say, to the parents of the New York high school,
not HYPERSPACE, on the school shooting episode, that I had 2B
careful of my choice of words, that he is an officer of the court
and that talk like this would cause him 2 have to bring the
bracelets over and get me, just as when McCoy said “talk like
this could get U into a world of trouble”, and it is just that
sample. Not at all intricate nor complex, very totally sample.
Message to the GREAT
MILLIONTH COUNCIL [GMC]:
(THE
PRE-BIG BANG OFLOVELY HYPERSPACE DAUGHTER---PEE)!!!!!
Put
all the giant slutty Paula and Sarah
lookalikes U want around me, as it impresses me like
tons of elephant snot, mixed with snake venom, and a pinch of
monkey happiness. Paula and I were talking about some
wild crap when she told me that she nearly had the baby in the
taxi cab, and was crying in pain at 1802,
after my mom left and drove somewhere, she has a drivers
license and is much younger in that part of the great HS. I told
U that U did not look a day older than when I last saw U, and
that included in my part of hyperspace on the early afternoon of
12 July in 1977, 27 years after last seeing U and all of
Sarah-Stacey’s other friends on the public New Jersey Transit
bus, in the Atlantic City terminal, on Arkansas Avenue, where it
was located at that time. Paula, I know the big secret of both
your baby and Sarah’s baby, and Y she never had others.
After what she did, that wasn’t bad enough, I should have had a
say in the taking of my own kids life. McGuire has no other
reason 4 all this hostility if this is not what occurred. It is
not like I marched into his cruddy bar just over a decade ago and
told him he is a rotten no good ansectrallite, his whiskey sucks,
and his daddy was a shit head. I went in there all nice and he
acted like the world had just come to an end. So after my brutal
rape, can there really B more than one conclusion 4 me 2 draw?
Obviously, I stirred up quite a dern hornets nest when I came
back on the soon looking 4 ‘my’ Sarah. My
mother went behind my back with the algebra deal, the sending me
to summer school at the Lower
Marian High School, in Narberth,
PAUSAESMWG, leading to her Faith/Church Farm School deal in
Exton, PAUSAESMWG. I did not ask
for one dern bit of any of this crap.
Forces as I speak R trying 2 totally end my miserable mucking
life, and I will not stand idly by and let them, I am not
going anywhere, nor making any changes. U can all go screw
yourselves. Soon, my lightning will B around a lot more, and
you’ll all B sorry. I have asked her 2 hit some filthy enemies,
and she will. Hopefully someday, she will ground through me and
end my miserable hellish interaction here.
Message to son of
day-trader magic boy-Gordo:
What U told me about the stock options, and other things, I will check into all of it and C what part of all of this can B done in this location of HS. As U many or may not B aware of, there R so many universes in the 5th dimension, that any one could buy any number on a mega jack pot or power ball lottery, and take it to the correct universe, and it will match the winning ticket. The real trick is beyond worrying about material crap. If I can get into the 6th dimension, all of my thoughts as well as Stacey’s, all of them, exist there in their true and pure form.
Message to the 6th
dimension and machine mind:
I want major
earthquakes, volcanoes, twisters, lightning storms, floods,
fires, wars, pestilence, and all forms of vibratory unrest and
scramble 2 occur. I want this miserable hell 2 end. I want an end
2 all of this shit. I want Shorty MacInvondi, Professor Theodore
T. Jackson, and all other 4th phase entities that have influenced
me 2 create them in the fifth dimensional HS and let them exist
in their third phase of reality, to get what they all deserve, An
eye 4 an eye, and I agree. Tell Gordo, thank you 4 helping me
with all the info he gave me last night in this time dimensions
physicality. Tell Paula, that whether she or Sarah had the kid,
or both, U had no right to abort it without telling me, and big
McG and his car-gun from the McCoo 5th D can burn in the fires of
Dogtown’s sulfur pits 4 all I care. Yes, I hear U, the computer
went nuts, and Ed said I pulled a plug out, but we know what is
going on, don’t we 6th D? We know exactly what combination of
these alpha keys lets the secrets out that you do not want out,
tee-hee.
MESSAGE TO THE COMETS
AND ASTEROIDS BEYOND OUR SOLAR SYSTEM IN BOTH THE CLOSER AND
OUTER RING FIELDS:
Come to this lovely
world of mine, come, I invite U. Please feel free 2 come and
visit our nice hellish place here, and come in quickly, and avoid
Sarah Jupiter Stacey from 2 worlds out from our fusion reactor,
she is our vacuum cleaner, and will try to suck you in to spare
her creation, but I want U to come and smash this lovely place to
bits, and end my hell forever. You hear me through the machine
mind of this system, no differently than Magnesonic.
MESSAGE 2 ALL PARALLEL
EVENT SUBSCUMMERS:
Yes, unless one long
game is played, and a total game MP is kept of every number and
dozen and color and on and on, no system based on mathematics can
hope to reverse the power of negamagging. Every single day in
this March attack, my 'quantum-carddecks' have made me either one
or two units, but all systems keep failing. My betting could B
10,20,40 dollars, or it could B just as easily 500,1000,2000
dollars. The base levels of the minimum and maximum NJ casino
amounts, vary only because of bankroll, or lack thereof. Every 95
bets placed will lose 5 times on house edge green numbers of
0/00. With a three-stage MM betting strategy [mini-martingale,
not martinogale], the units of 1/2/4 average roughly out to just
under 3 units lost, as U may lose half of your bet on bet one, or
on higher bet 2, or even higher max. Bet 3. There R slightly more
2 and 3 strings than there R4 strings, so the average is not a
perfect 1+2+4 divided by 3. Anyway, 5X3= 15 units lost to house
edge roughly every 95 spins, or approximately 16 lost per
hekaspins, or [-160] units/kilo-spins. For me, roughly 5-7
strings in each 100 group of bets, again do not confuse bets and
spins, as not all spins R bet, will generate a 5 or more string
causing a loss of [-7 units] to occur. An average of 6 times the
7 units lost, getting 6 from the average of 5-7, is minus 42
units. An average of 70 to 100 units of profit occurs by getting
2,3, and 4 strings, in each group of 100 placed bets. It gets
confusing here, but if you record string numbers on paper as
2,3,4, or 5, never recording singleton ones, nor is anything 5
more than 5, it is just recorded as a 5-string. Then actual bets
made has nothing 2 do with actual spins, although it averages out
fairly close in longer running plays. In any event, each hundred
group of bets, not spins, using 85 as an average of profit units,
we subtract the average of loss units, 42 and get a sub-profit
total of 85-42=ing 43. Now subtract 15 for an average green-house
edge loss, and the numbers become 85-42-15 or 43-15 which = +28
units/100 bets, which a placement of 100 bets averages out 2B
roughly 310-356 spins. This is pretty much a rough one third of a
KS, kilo-spin, not Krassle Sarah. So 28 X 3 = 84 units profit,
and rounding it down in a pessimistic average, say, 80 units
profit per KS, or DKS, DEKA-KILO-SPIN---- [10,000] spins, this
comes to 800. If I can keep making anywhere close to 800 units
per DKS, even on a $10 base betting level, this is $8,000.00 and
on the 100-200-400 dollar or 1-2-4 black money-chip level, this
is $80,000/DKS. 40 hours at average casino table playing,
produces about 9-11 thousand spins, an average of one DKS. People
average a 40 hour work week. I am not greedy, and have no fucking
dern desire 2 earn 80 grand a week, wouldn’t know what 2 do
with it. I am just telling the neggamaggers that this is so far
impervious 2 their attacks on me, so I
politely say FUDGE-U, and your lovely mama’s, and daughters.
Hay all whom know me, know that I am a nice guy, but if you’re
gonna fudge with me and wreck my life 24/7/365.2422, watch out,
because I will develop ways 2 piss off the suit-punks, and freely
teach these methods on the friggin net.
Message 2 Robert McGee:
U ugly old white slaver
monster, here’s 2U bud. Raise your glass up with Martino, and
her daughter in law and the Mayor, and drink one on me tonight,
this night may B your last, as when U least expect 2C me, ask big
S, I can B right there in your face and hear what U say, and U
can’t even C that I am there, but ol’
Sharkey
is here, ya' drunken old
fool.
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 12:45 PM No comments:
Friday, March 16, 2007
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN----FROM THE HEAD MORIAN
For the future law suit attorneys:
March of 2007 has been the worst attack on me in my entire life. Ed informs me that Stage # 58 of prior blog is not up on the Blogger site, so I will have a cut and paste job ahead of me, I know I posted it, and it was hacked off, naturally big Eddie doesn’t C it that way. All yesterday, Thursday, a chopper flew over my residence, and late in the afternoon, blew out my bowels with one of their fucking nuclear death beams. I have not ever suffered this bad, and is obviously being done by the MC that R living here in the human realm. They as they do on many occasions, told Diana that she was not allowed 2 come near me and B with me 4 moral support, I have witnessed this 4 over 21 years, all throughout this hell. When she is all over, buildings burning down, people taken to the Cyclopes caves 2 make her coils, storm all over, yet nothing near or around me. She even told me that she is told that they will hurt and persecute worse if she tries 2 come near me and console me, so she figures it is better 4 me if she keeps her distance. Logs and journals of places I go, all recorded and meticulously retained by me, will show an undeniable pattern that rules out any chance of this being a possible coincidence. I do not blame my lovely blond love doll, she is only looking after her little boy, go to www.morianity-foundation.com and click into the RICKTOWN MANOR section, and C how she always takes wonderful care of me, and loves me passionately and endlessly. I can admit to a dual awareness relationship while being a US citizen on the mortal world, with her, as stated herein, as she is, always has been, and always will B, 18 years of age. With Stacey on the other hand, it is always her 16th birthday, and if I admitted to the dual awareness of what goes on with us, it would B but a matter of time B4 legislation would B enacted on a psychic level, just 2 get @ me. I know that what I say is all true.
To those interested in
things I learned @ the TECK BAY MYSTERY SCHOOL OF PROVINCE
OLYMPIA, throughout my infinite existence:
All events, whether
they B laws that get passed, or eating ice cream at the SUBS &
SWIRLS stand in Red Lion, NJUSAESMWG, back in the 1980’s with
my now deceased pal, Dave, have both natural and supernatural
forces acting on them. This is why on certain very bad days,
anyone, not just me, should U have a stereo, a washing machine,
an automobile, or whatever, with an intermittent problem that
acts up occasionally but at no regular nor particular time, it
will B cosmiprogrammed so to speak, 2 mostly if not just about
always, do the acting up on times and dates where UR already in
the middle of a monstrously botbar, [BAD] day.
Bottom-Of-The-Barrel-Already-Rated is the word BOTBAR when the
initials to these words is pronounced. Hundreds of years ago I
wrote an entire book of words that I made up, it is just
something that I as the real me, does, sahwee if it turns anyone
off. First, the Flyers Hockey Team has always been the total
fucking shittiest team in the NATIONAL HOCKEY LEAGUE, and has
been unable this 06/07 season, 2 win one single game
legitimately, or without cheating by harassing me 2 death the day
of their game, sometimes even the night B4. Not One SINGLE GAME
so far this year, one without using major persecution on me 2 get
their evil monstrous way, through the use of PARALLEL
EVENT TECHNOLOGY OR PET. Using Pet, in 12 decades from
now and beyond, and getting caught, is punishable by death by
slow torture in most countries on this planet. This bill passes
into law in most lines of hyperspace around the AD year of
2128-2130. This PET is a vicious thing 2 do, and destroys the
innocent who never do a damn thing to deserve what is being done
2 them. It is being done simply because through secret tests in a
lab of the real world, ‘they’ learn who 2 bless or curse, 4
lack of a better way to put this, in order to make things occur
in a preponderance, or simply put, more times than not in a
significant amount. This is
LIFE-CONTROLLING, and the term becomes used around
94-99 later in this century. If my ‘BACK IN TIME LAWSUIT”
now, needs B pulled 2 do nothing more than 2 assist some poor
innocents going through my damn hell up in the freggin’ future,
then so B it. Lawyers and whores will never go out of business,
the oldest 2 professions, and the ones that will B around when
this old world says good night. As long as covert
LIFE-CONTROLLING is ongoing with me in this backward and
non-believing time period, my only hope is that the ACLU will
believe me in the tiniest way and check it all out, follow and
shadow me 4 a year if needed, they never will back it off 4 very
long, watch me long enough and U will C that I speak the total
truth, and make this claim that this is all true and accurate,
under full penalty of any and all perjury charges, now or
ever.
The longer the Karge wormhole is sucking matter in down
in AC, NJ, on Tennessee Avenue, the stronger it gets, don’t
believe me, just order last nights copy on the HISTORY CHANNEL,
of the show on the BERMUDA triangle, the Pacific Ocean’s
Mariana Trench, and all the stuff they R allowed 2 tell UB4 they
would get stopped, remember, it all is under regulation, through
some agency, in this case it would B, the FEDERAL
COMMUNICATIONS COMMISION. No matter what U ever would
attempt 2 do, UR under one agency or another, and would run fast
and hard into a brick wall, should U ever attempt 2 tell the real
truth, but I say this NOW:
MESSAGE 2 ALL THOSE TRYING 2 GET 2 THE BOTTOM OF UFOLOGY AND COVERUPS:
When I try to get help
and bring real world legitimate evidence to the authorities that
someone or something is making my life a constant never ending
living hell, I start out OK some times, but sooner or later, the
brick wall slams U helplessly into a defeated and stopped
position, and there is no way around it. So let us argue the
logic of human world verses hyper natural world controllers, in
all of this fucking sordid mess. The military, every branch, uses
a word SNAFU, or situation
normal, all 'fowled/fucked' up, with
the more polite civilian translation on the left side if the
slash. They admit that it is routine to have fuck-ups. Then look
at the attempted Watergate coverup with our 37th president,
Richard Milhouse Nixon, SNAFU, and step down, bringing Mr. Ford
the late, into office. How about Monica Lewinsky and Bill
Clinton, our #42 guy? He would have sold rotten fruit to his
lovely grandma to make that one just go away, Mr. McCoy, would he
not? No, humans R not covering up this hyper-natural stuff,
includes the psychic realities such as Ghosts and astral
communicating, and on and on, the UFO shit, the being medically
examined on the crafts and other abduction phenomenon, the
secrets kept by top controllers of the basicly 3 major largest
wealthiest church denominations/organizations, and on and on we
could go. All of this, from now I will call, the HYPERNATURAL.
What is supernatural in 1922 is old discovered reality 80 years
later, and so forth, so this does not cut it with me 4 the points
that I will attempt 2 convey as we endlessly move and march along
with MORIANITY. If the wormhole is not Y the Atlantic City
property thing is transpiring, then what is? Dya ever get the
real or true story, will anyone ever talk about it? Does anybody
know? U can bet the casinos, somebody knows!!!!!!!!!!! Prove me
wrong, and put up a structure, ga'hed. Just prove me totally
wrong, I Billy Mahoney dare any of U, at
the risk of poor Kiefer Sutherland getting his face turned into
punched fruit again. Speak of people knowing things, how
about FLATLINERS,
the movie?
Someone who is behind writing and getting this show into reality,
knows more than U and maybe even me, about major physical/astral
connection realities. My life was never
the same after coming out of the 1986 mid August interaction with
my lovely friend Donna from Ohio Avenue, Mizz ACMC Lab Assistant.
Talk about getting the Kiefer crap knocked out of your life over
and over, the minute U come back, I do not wonder, UC,
I know beyond any doubt, that someone behind the making of this
great movie, knows a hell of a lot, besides how 2 make a profit
in the physical world. Yes 'SUBS
AND SWIRLS' was the name of
the ice cream place where my car was shut off and turned back on,
on many occasions back in ’86 and ’87. I
remember all of this hell like it happened last trucking night.
U do not forget squat when it stinks as bad as my squat does.
Going anywhere near the Atlantic Ocean’s
true property at 30 South Plaza Place, and the punishment from
the GMC is not mentionable. My mother and I had a fight in
the car back during my search 2 locate the great Sarah-Stacey in
the 19 nineties. The fight was so bad I had to leave the vehicle
and go into the woods along the Garden State Parkway and scream
and holler and break soda bottles against tress, to get the anger
out of my system. Hyper-natural forces definitely surround this
whole damn bloody mess. I will B telling personal secrets of
horrific deeds that I know and witnessed people do over the past
40 years, most of it all connects back to Italy and India, and to
the great KALI, and her son, who now exists as DONALD TRUMP, and
is what the ‘believers’ would call if they knew what I do,
ANTICHRIST. I know that attempts were made on my life in more
than 28 incidents, and more than 100 intimidations and clever
threats were made 2 persons in my family and small circle of once
close friends, to get away from me, and 2 forever keep their
mouths shut, OR ELSE!!!!!!!!!!
To the lawtrons fucking
with my luck, ya scum:
I knew that if I told
the blog and my tape recorder about my 15 grouping roulette
system, U would wipe it out and send it into systems failure, as
U did the other day, UR all as dependable as freggin’
clockwork. The reason U cannot stop certain tools used in the
ASAP- TEK, is that it is coming from cosmos, and not through a
mathematically pre-set system, and hence all throughout this
abominable month of March SADNESS, with the use of QUANTUMCARD
decks, and applying the wait for correct or incorrect strings of
2, and then betting for either a 2, 3, or a 4 string to occur, a
making 4-stage MM bets, MINI-MARTINGALE; I still could keep
generating a profits unit of just over 10 and a half before
losing a set via a 5 or greater string of [I] or [C] strings
coming in. No system can ever beat the negative hyper-natural
fields that surround me while under these fucking extreme death
sieges, but this is not a fixed system, and appears 2B impervious
2 the attack of what U have heard me refer 2 as NEGAMAGGING. In
1986 when I played professionally at the ATLANTIC CITY,
NJUSAESMWG casinos, this started getting real bad. The
177th AIRBOURNE in Pomona, NJUSAESMWG, flew over me @ trree-top
level over and over every trip I made down and back, scaring the
living daylights out of a legal citizen. This was and
still is a total DUCKING VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL RIGHTS, AND CIVIL
LIBERTIES. If I am so wrong about the warp on Tennessee Avenue,
prove me wrong somebody. As small controlled dark matter
electrofields of hyper-density continue sucking more mass into
them, it is like a baby feeding and breathing, and GROWING bigger
and stronger all the time. Eventually, these magnetic sounds of a
sort will throw our entire orbit off, unless the system is
deactivated, either by the GMC [GREAT-MILLIONTH-COUNCIL],
and within less than 230 decannums, periods of roughly 36.75 days
to one decannum, short 4 DECI-ANNUM, or tenth of a year, and R
all ready used in many sections of the great gigantic HS, anyway,
they will knock us into a new orbit entirely, making our years
and days of new and different durations. Weather
will become very extreme, and sea levels will B way up as well as
way out and down, despite temperatures, which also will fluctuate
more irregularly and with more intensity. The
only way to deactivate this built tunnel between Sarah’s dream
city warp, and Tennessee Avenue where I originally met her in
this series and sequence of dreams that U
would call my human present lifetime, is
to bring her memories back 2 her by
forcing her friend McGuire to release her from his controlled
brain-stun over her, a system that works not all that differently
from a keyword that awakens a patient from a very deep hypnotic
trance. She instantly would make the proper
adjustments that will save our planet from literally self
destructing, but if it is not done within the next 300 decannums,
it will be fate sealed. This and many close versions and
variations of us in HS, will perish. Actually, in the grand
scheme of it all, it will not really make a hill of beans of
difference, we R not 3-D beings, but 5-D. (When I wrote this in
middle 2007, I had not yet seen the Alannis Morrisette movie at
the King home. I was still living back at the MMM trailer place
owned by mighty Mizz Jenny Plageman. I pen this last sentence now
up in the year of 2023.
To
The Local Authorities:
So, I am not the only
one U guys enjoy setting up, at least I know I am not crazy, or
the only one this slit ever happens to. My
1994 accident that U set up with the Mexican-American driver and
the MA police officer responding to the intentional, U would call
an accident, along Kessler
Hospital Road that starts with a
five, running northward & eventually intersecting with the
twisted crazy Starburn 'Starburst' Route #9 of East South Jersey.
If ‘she’ calls me to testify about the spurious way things
happen in this town, I will cooperate fully with her attorneys, I
do not like police corruption, or any corruption, and have the
utmost respect 4 all good honest law enforcement personnel. I
detest people who think a badge of any kind is a license 2B a
rotten criminal, we all have 2 share this misery we call human
life.
This blog today would B
much longer, but a major storm has struck the entire area, and
was predicted 2 occur, so it is not hyper-natural, but I will B
sharing huge secrets soon, and ripping off huge closet doors from
their hinges, all these fucking secrets make me sick 2 my
friggin’ stomach.
To the entities of
every type while I close out today, 3/16/2007:
Do what U want,
but when I start telling what I know about the details of
NEGAMAGGING, LIFE CONTROLLERS, the true origins and invaders
humanly of the LAMIST BRIGGER CULT and tie it directly to a mob
boss in Chicago, ILUSAESMWG, and tell proof of the dark matter
controlled spots, the absolute secrets of AC, NJ and its direct
ties to IRAN, IRAQ, and the entire descendants of the middle east
through the tribes of Ishmael and Hagar his mom, and how the
great Sarah fits into all of it, and on and on et-el Estelle,
Bassler, that is, and about her and her adopted son Chester, and
the CIA/NSA connection to the real man who blew New York up,
Bush’s good buddy, Mr. O. Ben Laden. All this recent shit UR
getting is total crap. He and all of them do what O. Tells them 2
do, and the B’s and O have been pals 4 ever, and the truth is
that we have all been totally skunked. The reason the lid stays
on this one is because the MILITUFORCE and my entire Sarah
situation R the forces behind this super cover up. If humans
tried 2 cover it, it would eventually have SNAFU’d and ended up
another WHITEWATER, WATERGATE, and MONICA LEWINSKI, don’t
fucking tell someone who know, that he doesn’t. The pulsar UFO
is a real astral city that the BRIGGERS took over with another of
there very successful astral plane invasions, and is all
part of Y the Shaw of Iran in the
1960’s told his very good lady friend, my Aunt, Mizz Geraldine
Snow Mason, from Narberth, PAUSAESMWG,
to get her daughter 2 come down to AC, NJ on vacation with mom
and me and get in with Sarah and the Viqueen teen-queen gang,
named on Earth by the local guys, the QUODDY
MOCKERS. They all hung outside
the Quoddy Moccasin store in front of the existing at the time,
MAYFLOWER HOTEL,
with the time warp running through it and zenithing in power at
the center on the top floor, on the north facing side. It is Y
the place had 2 come down, and no other place can ever go up, and
the power of it, under the control of ROBERT
MCGUIRE, is used quite
frequently when he needs 2 do one of his big miracles, such as
kill me and get away with it, just go to my website and click
into the pictures part, www.morianity-foundation.com as I have
nothing to fucking gain by making anything up, but the ice
and snow storm will grow monstrously bad if I do not break off my
machine mind counter attack right now, so this blog today is
fine’, but much more will soon B said, I have a ton of evidence
that I am soon sending to Steve Hawking, although they probably
have him and his family on pain and fear of death, all ready
controlled not to take my stuff and examine it and prove beyond
any doubt that it all is real, and answers every damn thing that
has been going on since B4 this universe ever even got started.
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The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
DATFILE XXVI TEOHIV / TMCAM / CB #13
The
Epitome of Harassment Internet Version, CB #13
DATFILE
XXVI
Wednesday, 122607.480.14 Beginning Transmission:
2007 has been the most awful year in my
miserable life. I have had 3 or more straight weeks without one
single day’s let up of major siege, mostly air siege, but
sieges and persecutions of all kinds, yet all totally covert, and
next to impossible to prove that they are indeed real and being
intentionally just for my benefit. Y they make it so bad 4 me on
holidays is a spurious anomaly that I will most likely never B
really able 2 get 2 the bottom of, but nonetheless it is the
total truth. Coming home on Christmas morning at just past
midnight from my job work post, kemtrails filled the sky, and a
fresh bright new one was streaming above me, totally zenithing my
security station as I was packing up my personal items so I could
go home. I drive a few miles into Hammonton, and a reddish van
began following me and turning as I turned, every single time. I
pulled over on a side street and so did the van on the opposite
side. I sat there and after a few minutes went by, it went on,
but was still out there. As soon as I went another 2 blocks,
there it was right back, following me, until I nearly arrived at
the local police station, and he or she then broke off this
attack. The police assured me that it was not one of them in an
unmarked car doing this to me, but whoever it is, they R in
league with a loud corporate or military type of helicopter, as
the previous night, although I remember seeing this same van at a
slightly different part of town, it did not follow me, but as
soon as I arrived at my residence and began unpacking my items in
my car 2 take into my residence, this huge chopper appeared
literally out of nowhere and buzzed and chopped over me and my
residence at 12:30 in the morning, shaking my trailer park like
an earthquake. Then the next morning, the same chopper came along
or early afternoon, and flew over my residence again, loud and
low. The planes and choppers have been continual and non- stop
constant 4 three straight weeks now, and so have the poisonous
toxic propane kemtrails, unless the weather is 2 rainy. A child
with mentally challenging problems can C that my troubles R not
ever going 2 end nor will I ever even B believed by anyone with
clout that is willing 2 help me get this nightmare situation
around me every day and night of my life stopped. The same
challenged child can C that B4I get heavily into meaty issues of
today’s blog, I will start with one of several major TRS, or
TODAYS’ REVENGE SECRETS. First, I believe I know now who the
follower/stalker on Christmas morning is, and he lives in my
trailer park right next to me if I am right. They have lived
there practically forever, and my landlady told me it is not the
same people, but I know better. They slam the van doors over and
over all weekend long while I try my best 2 sleep, as I work on
the weekend nights as U now should know. Again, when these scum
bags finally drive off of the property, what then within 2
minutes comes over, but that same loud low zenithing chopper.
This has been going on in my life now since the early middle
1980’s, the van that is in with some plane or helicopter or
other air vehicle. I have every reason 2 believe that the man who
threatened to kill me at the Turnersville Pathmark parking lot on
the afternoon of the 2nd of August in 1996, and frightened my mom
so bad that she never was the same and led I believe to her
shortly following undiagnosable medical condition that came upon
her as mysteriously as Stephen King’s Fog, precisely 10 years
ago today, leading to her lingering hellish slow tortuous death,
and eventual murder on the 4th of March in the year of 2000. He
was of the Masonic Order, and was going to kill me because
another Mason, my pal David Roth, had recently given 2 me, a
family lineage chart so secret, that it later led to the books by
Dan Brown. This chart proves that I am the 61st grandson in
direct lineage descendandship to one of the brothers of a great
master who claims 2B the son of God, the SAR {LORD] Jesus Christ.
In ancient Hebrew, SAR is LORD and SARAH is LORDESS. This goes
back to when World Lab went back with the Peebee’s as they R
called, or the PYRAMID BUILDERS. Dan Brown’s story is not true,
and Jesus never had a daughter named LORDESS. But the great Sarah
Stacey Jehovah does come to Earth’s mortal world from time 2
time, and I know huge secrets about it all. Lots of it all ready
is told in some basic text on my website,
www.morianity-foundation.com. The show that was the biggest hit
serial daytime drama from 1966-1971 called “Dark Shadows”,
tried to expose this BUILDERBERGER MASONIC secret, and the cover
story of Jonathan Frid desiring 2 return 2 Vaudeville, was all
pure bull smells. U cannot expose nor beat these WORLD OWNERS.
Let me get more 4 right now, into the heart of my first of
today’s TRS: I told U all about an old pal in my special
education school, named Jerry, the kid who blurted out the no-no
to the great LORD, back in the MW year of 1972, and when I told
her that the 17th of last June, as it was early October at the
time, would come 2B a super historical date in American history
but not until the following year. This indeed was true, as it was
the date that the Democratic office building, the WATERGATE
BUILDING, in Washington, DCUSAESMWG, was entered and bugged,
under direct orders of the 37th president, Richard Milhouse
Nixon. A PBE also needs 2B amended and corrected, I said the
spring and meant to type in the AUTUMN of 1972 was when Jerry
blurted this statement out to the great SSJKK, who had somehow
managed 2 come to the MW, and infiltrate my school, as a Rehab
student. Jerry’s father was a royal pain in the rear end, but I
always got along swimmingly well with his wonderful mom. However,
when I went to contact her from time to time in the early
nineties about having her put me in touch with Jerry, remember
that this was right B4I started going through my
[mid-life-crises/Sarah-thing], whatever it really was, and like
magic, Mrs. Heitzmann turned on me and told me it would B4 the
best if I just leave Jerry alone and not ever bother him. She had
absolutely no logical reason for abusing and mistreating me, we
always had been friends, and Jerry was a great friend. I knew
that Sarah’s head-tap would most likely have worn off by now,
and we could have shared many a war story. Do not get me wrong, I
love all mighty Jehovah more than any of U mortal worlders could
ever know, but our special relationship has been compromised and
interfered with by something that she herself established a long
time ago, THE KINGS. This world has always had an ownership, an
astral MILLIONTH COUNCIL in physical form, just as the Catholic
Pope is symbolically thought of by his followers as God here on
the MW Mortal World. Even orders such as ECKANKAR recognize how
astral entities and societies, need 2 also have their physical
counterparts here on the physical plane or realm, and these great
KINGS in the book of KINGS, in the Holy Scriptures, is now the
BUILDERBERGERS. Locked up tight in the bank and copies under the
Pine Forests of the great NJUSAESMWG, will always B the proof of
the greatest secret in this entire world, and that is who I am
and who I directly related to. This is not dynamite, it is beyond
thermonuclear!!!!! I never asked David 2 take this chart out of
that lodge, he did it, and I know that they murdered him for
doing it, but I guess Constable McMeekan does not believe my
story, or just doesn’t have the blatant fun circles to take on
the owners of the world, can’t really say that I blame him.
Dangerfield knew a lot, but am not sure whether he was Masonic or
not. He tried 2 warn me from Brad’s house on the telephone,
what I was up against. It scared me so bad, that the following
day, I wrote the song, “THAT’S THE WAY IT GOES”. This was
copyrighted more than a decade later by me in early 1981. The
dude that chased Brad and myself that horrible night a few weeks
after this, was told by Sarah and the Callio family, FTV and SCTV
not withstanding, to get this chain away from me, and when the
wife messed it up for their sinister little plan, I went on to
getting thrown out of the apartment for unfair things, and a few
short months after moving from Westmont to Oaklyn, in NJUSAESMWG,
came the night early in December, the 7th I believe, where I went
2 sleep and Sarah took the chain away from me in the dream, and
when I awakened and looked in my secret strongbox 4 it, sure
enough, the physical counterpart of this great chain had totally
and completely vanished. In 1996 about 2 weeks B4 the terror
threat made to my mother at Turnersville, NJUSAESMWG at the
grocery store by the man in the {VAN}, always a covert van with
no windows, mom and I decided on a trip back from good old
Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, 2 pull over in Egg Harbor City,
NJUSAESMWG, and go to the local diner for a nice din-din. The
waitress was shaking in her boots, came right over to us and said
to us, “A contract is on your life”. She went onto say that I
as well as my Saturn vehicle, fit the precise description, that
she knew this 4 a fact, as she had connected family in the area
there, a nest of city corruption and illegal drug trafficking,
and it seemed that somebody finked on somebody up there high in
the drug-SAR bizz, and then told some other JO that it was me,
setting me up for a hit, I believe on the L&O show, this
would B considered 2B ATTEMPTED MURDER. In the real world, my
complaints and story mean absolutely nothing to the local and
state authorities, I can go get myself shot to death 4 all
anybody around here gives a rotten dern.
All of the
entire last week, and the weekend also, right up through and
including Christmas Day and today the present day, things R off
the scale horrific hellish, and nightmarish. Lat week’s Monday
and Tuesday and Thursday were beyond HELL. Thursday, “THEY”
obviously did not want me 2 go 2C my doctor, and made my trip
there and back, as well as the complete day, a nightmare of
indescribable torment and torture. Every light burned me, an old
harassment, they can control any and all devices run
electronically, mechanically, or biologically. Traffic and street
lights R certainly no exception. The entire week and really 4
three straight weeks, the question would more accurately B, what
DID NOT HAPPEN, that was making my life a living pure hell, not
what was. This way we can abridge the list considerably, from a
million pages down 2 maybe a line or 2. NATURALLY, THE DOW JONES
DOES NOTHING BUT MOVE UP AND UP AND UP AND UP JUST AS I PREDICTED
THAT IT WOULD, AND THE PHILLIES KEEP ENDLESSLY LOSING, THE SIXERS
AND EAGLES AS WELL, WHILE THEW FLYERS KEEP ON WINNING AND WINNING
AND WINNING, AND THIS WILL ENDLESSLY GO ON. Of course, even
though the Eagles Football Team’s playoff chances had ended, I
still tried 2 do them one last favor, knowing fully well, that if
I blogged boldly that they will not win another game all season,
that most likely just to wipe out my credibility, the
Builderberger/Masonic forces/Skull & Crossbones Club World
OWNERS/Fortune 50 FAMILIES, the original BIBLICAL KINGS from the
Christian Scriptures KJV of the Holy Bible, would then “fix”
things, so they would now WIN, after all, the playoffs cannot
happen, so who really cares, as I stand 2 gain no positive
magnetics out of it!!!!!!!
According to the
WORLD-CONTRLLERS of the present time, there is no way 4 me 2 win,
so just die pathetic Mountainpen scum bag, just go ahead and
Paula King Weston die!!!!!!!!! Well, unlike Paula, I cannot
remain dead if some ditsy jag officer keeps retracing me. So
endless hell is all I can ever hope 4. Dark Shadows during its
Leviathan plot, mentions that the cult is interested in those
that travel in time. My original LOIS FOCA lyrics go, “I’m
gonna sing U a little story about a man in all his glory, who
learned how to travel through time”. Dream travel to other
times and places in hyperspace, is not some invention of
Mountainpen, I merely am one of the few who know how real it all
is, and has the fun circles 2 tell others publicly about it.
Do
U really think I have even opened the door on all the things I am
going to say about HADDONWOOD SWIM CLUB? The huge black flies
that were dropped out of the airplane that has been dogging me
since the mid 1980’s, the strange people I met there,
developing my abilities to move without swimming, the spurious
jogging trail that led to the Briggbase, and many other stories,
will all get detailed and elaborated on within a short time. They
do not care how many secrets I let out to the world that R
totally verifiable, they have neither shame nor conscience at
all, they R all pure slimy scum. I told U all that they do not
care if a total s^^^^^ w#### like Connie Chung, does
International news, yet appears buck naked 4 the world in many
photographs in the STAG MAGAZINE’S September of 1978 issue.
Sarah-Stacey warned me not 2B profane in my blogs, as it filters
out many markets that have the greatest odds 4 believing some of
the incredible truths being preached in MORIANITY!!!!!!! I had no
idea that saying the other word for kitty cat was obscene until
she came 2 me on VIQUEEN’S ISLAND, and showed me how one site
in particular that I shoot my blogging texts up to is asterisking
out the word. I wish now to take this opportunity to express my
sincere apology to the site, and will cease and desist from all
profanity. When I speak about the magical times while I am under
long term super heavy sky and aerial siege that is very
mysteriously and in my opinion esoterically bringing the female
population to an almost voodoo spelled attraction to me
physically, as in reality, there is nothing at all 2B attracted
to, as I am just an ugly old shrimpy flabby loser, nothing that
would attract women. Instead of saying the not so nice word 4
cat-command, as it is not politically correct 2 say, I will use
the politically correct abbreviated initials instead, as they
also stand for the cat’s other word-command. And speaking of
this, ZIP, NADA, ZILCH, WONDER BREAD, RIPOFFS, and ZERO, PC is
the still on-going status quo. I will admit that one day early
last week, I walked into the Hammonton Shop Rite Grocery Store,
in NJUSAESMWG, it was so ridiculously absurd, I think that it was
locally staged, as I know that some locals that know about
Morianity, could easily B given a few hundred bucks by the Bowel
Movement Club or BMC as I will now shorten it 2 and U know what
and who I am speaking of, the murderer-controllers of this wuvwee
whittle pwanet!!!!. It was 2 ridiculous. 2 total beauty queens
acting like I’m some rock star on the Disney channel instead of
a 53 year ancient ugly piece of excrement. Then another total
fashion model queen starts literally following me aisle 2 aisle
and being as blatantly obvious with flirtations smiling and a
shaky walk, even I know when it is beyond ridiculous.
Does
any one out here remember my starting an intro discourse on how
objects dreamed about now R astrally empowered so 2 speak, here
on the mortal world MW. Do U remember how also I said that every
time I would take my Plymouth Breeze automobile back to the
dealership in Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG, the place that I traded in my
Satan-Saturn for the Breeze, that the MILITUFORCE, or MO, would
persecute me with horrendous awful military chopper attacks? I
never claimed to have all the answers, U would have to join or
ask the BMC-MO. MO is the astral energy part of this evil
contamination and infestation, and the human realm counterpart
physically of MO is their BMC. Perhaps saying MO-BMC tells the
full truth, as it incorporates both the physicality and
astrallity of the situation. Never is there one without the
twinallity of the other. UR all blind. The world is the blind led
by the blind. UR either an atheist who believes in atoms 4 some
reason, but no other unseen things, well, I guess germs 2 or else
there would rapidly B a demise of the atheists, or U believe in
austere rigid religious foundation systems that those measuring
in the moronic mental scales should B able 2C clearly, R all out
4 your money and 2 totally control U and your mind. We exist here
in these dreams or lifetimes, and your only hope to know Y and
how U fit into the system, is to go on an individual spiritual
journey as some more enlightened souls refer to this as. I gave U
all the FASCITAR hidden wisdom, and told U the simple way to work
it, and in no time, UR able to prove to yourself that the limits
R and always will B, what U set 4 yourself, in spirituality and
wisdom in these hidden areas. The gods or God claims that it made
mankind in its image. This is taught in just about all faiths. We
all love entertainment and games, if this was not the case,
Hollywood would B broke, not multi-billionaires. This applies to
Atari and Wii, and all of that as well. If we enjoy this so much
and R made in the image of this “GOD”, then just imagine how
big GOD’S games R, and this simple statement proves all of the
teachings in MORIANITY. The hidden reason, we all, us and the
gods, R doing this, is to distract from ever thinking about the
reality that once U exist, U exist. U can never not B, this goes
on forever and ever, and all I ask U is to start thinking about
it 4 a second. How can U seriously not B scared out of your mind
2 know that this never ever never ever can ever end 4 Chirssake?
U cannot fathom the endless great times I have with both the
Goddess Diana Arteemis, known to a few mystics in the BMC as
Artemisia, and the great SAR, known to me only as the GREAT
SSJKK, and yet as wonderful and beautiful times ten to the
trillionth power that these beings are, I would trade it in
instantly 2B able 2 reach the great Nirvana, total NIRVANA,
OBLIVION, something that never ever can B done.
There is
literally a ton of text to tell, and I hope some of U last night
were watching the PPS network between 6 and 7 PM last night, U
would C how the think tankers R all ready thinking the new
computation machines in a reverse way, this is the true birth of
the MOGO, these will B written and machines 2 run them will come
to the markets, but not tomorrow. Someone somewhere is using MOGO
software 2 wreck my life back here in my present time illusion.
All that is going on around me is being done by a level-12 MOGO.
When I discuss phase 5 entities and the 3re part of dream down
existence or the ‘physical’, as void oneness is one, and the
astral is 2, here in 3 we deal with many magical illusions, and
SSJKK told me another thing I needed to blog, so again in MW
order, I must say this, it is her command to me, I of course
without question, obey my teen queen. First, I sincerely
apologize 4 all of my profanity, it will terminate. Secondly, the
reason for it is in two parts, first, to avoid her message to me
being filtered by the younger markets, and secondly, that the
more I hate even MO or any of these enemies, and vibrate my hate
with wicked evil words, I am not that much above their evil and
also, they still R all simply that other part of me that is not
me directly, so I am hurling out evil words and thoughts at my
own self, and then I must tell the world this, or I’ll get the
cracker crumbs knocked out of me when I lose consciousness
2-night seeing this in forward-mo0rtal world time illusion, SSJKK
told me that she had a job for Moses, and never let him C her
splendor and exquisite unfathomable beauty, while hiding behind a
large clump of mountain brush. He only saw her bright hair
seemingly coming through this at him. He asked her how a mission
this large was 2B accomplished. She told him he would B given 2
devices, the man Aaron, and the David Copperfield stick. I am
giving U so much of a greater tool, she tells me, THE INTERNET.
She is right, all though I totally admit that presently, my
knowledge of this entire new digital world is gonna B forced 2
grow in leaps, bounds, and parsecs B4 this can all really come
into fruition. I watch shows from time to time that show kids
toying with all of this like they were born into a computerized
freaking crib, and I am still wondering how to keep my website
from being one single star in the Milky Way Galaxy MWG. But then
I stand back and ponder at what I all ready have accomplished,
and C how the search engines themselves and even the
spellcheckers, promote it all automatically if given sufficient
time, and I indeed have all the time in the world, or until SSJKK
tells me the job has been successfully completed. She says when
it is done, she will release me as Mountainpen from this awful
set of dreams, I can just B with her, and never again have 2 wake
up here. It ain’t Nirvanic oblivion, but being with my teen
queen forever, is not too bad of a second, if U get my drift. If
Moses saw more than just the intense glow from her long dazzling
hair, he would have not called her a hard task master when she
told him it was time to stop his Moses dream, and just B in
Sahasra Dal Kanwal. If he remembered what I do of her and her
great city, he would have fallen down on the rocks and cursed
physical life, and begged for a last breath. Game over.
The
great Sarah-Stacey has 2 favorite numbers in our base ten decimal
system of mathematics, the [7], and the [12]. Take the number 3
and the number 4, and add them together and then multiply them
together. Here is how the 7 and the 12 come 2B. So what is the 3
and the 4? The Gaines family and Donna R major connected into all
of this. G is the 7th letter in the English alphabetical system.
L is the 12th letter. Geometric angles such as the capital {L}
produce the carpenter’s levelers. The song I wrote in 1980
after experiencing my first interaction with God All Mighty,
SSJKK, as a grown up in my current lifetime dreams, LOVE IS FOR
CARPENTERS, or LOIS FOCA, 4 short, admits to my active dream and
soul traveling, long B4 ever becoming first degreed in ECKANKAR 2
decades later at the start of the 21st century. Carpenters R
basically stone Mason’s. MASON/CARPENTER in English also
produces those great 2 unforgettable Mariah Carey letters that it
seems I am forever unable 2 run away from, the great MC, for
MILLIONTH COUNCIL.
No other explanation 4 all that is
happening 2 me, and the murder of my best friend in this current
dream sequence, [lifetime], David Roth, and all of the things
that happened to the both of us since our Earthly paths crossed
at the Woodbury Heights, NJUSAESMWG department store known then
as the #113 Caldor store, run by Carl and Dorothy, and name
combined/shortened. Secrets do not stop here. All of MUZAK, all
casinos and gambling and the regulators of them such as the CCC
in NJUSAESMWG, and all large corporations, and all of the entire
music and movie and sports entertainment combined world, and so
very much more, is all MO-BMC totally owner-operated and fully
controlled. Things that have occurred and R still ongoing to this
second in my hellish and miserable existence, proves and verifies
beyond any infinitesimal shadow-doubt, that any of this
information can really ever in any way B disputed by any one. The
4 directions that go out and endlessly meet and run into each
other to create the geometric sphere from a flat square,. Being
NORTH, SOUTH, EAST, and WEST, gives us the 4. The 3 is the
electron, the proton and the neutron inside every single atom of
every universe in every multiverse ever created by any wavelength
of 6th dimensional particle equivalent. Again, 4X3 is 12 and 4+3
is 7. Then comes the real Copperfield stuff. The 7 and the 12
when multiplied together is 96 and the inverse of these digits is
69. I was 14 for 11 months in 1969 and I was 41 for 11 months in
1996. the MW year of 1969 was the chain interaction. The mortal
world year of 1996 was the hypnosis, and my remembering how much
Sarah had meant to me. Did I get a Gerry Heitzmann head pat job
without knowing it, or just allow boyhood to turn magically into
manhood, forgetting what the real part of my life was all about,
and YI was here as Mountainpen 2 start with??????? Then only
Paris Hilton’s dad knows whether or not he and his MO-BMC
buddies set me up that early August day on the Atlantic City
Beach, with giant Sharon. No mortal can ever know how bad that
day was, the air siege, the road siege; it was all off the dials.
I was standing in the shallows of the Atlantic Ocean and said a
prayer as mortal worlders would see it as. I said something like,
Sarah-Stacey, I cannot take this, Y have U left me at my darkest
hour? 10 minutes later I walk up 2 where my clothes were, and a
giant girl with long dark hair and giant killer chocolate brown
eyes was all over me like I was some god or something, and like a
damn idiotic fool, I just walked away from her and never looked
back, but into my dreams she came on several occasions, a trick
that Sarah is so famous 4 doing.
The contact I recently
got is that 407 pix have been attempted now by17 persons, at the
property in Atlantic City, at 30 South Plaza Place. Not one comes
out without a huge gapped out spot, gee I wonder Y ex Mayor Levy.
GOOGLE, SWIS, WORLD LAB, this is an official web document
blogging text that is co-copyrighted MARK MOHR/PSUDO MICHAEL
MOUNTAINPEN, if either of these names should appear on any of
these web logging texts. I voluntarily swear under perjury
charges should IB lying, that all of this is total truth,
containing only total truth with no omissions nor additions.
END TRANSMISSION.
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Labels: government persecution mason/builderburg aliens UFO occult magic
Monday, December 17, 2007
TEOHIV DATFILE XXV
THE EPITOME OF HATRASSMENT,
INTERNET VERSION
DATFILE #XXV 121707.720.18 CHAPTER BLOG
#012
SUBTITLED, THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
I am at Ann
Silva’s pad to tell U that MO is persecuting me to my grave.
They ruined my chance to go to a Christmas party, and they ruined
my opportunity 2 attend the BBW club event back last week on
Thursday night.
Last Friday and Friday night was off the
scale siege in both air and ground assaults on me continuously.
Saturday morning, the TPK jet trailing attack was wall to wall
horizon hell. Every time the enemy makes Saturday a super bad day
4 me, I may as well not even put on channel
12 at 7PM to watch the Lawrence Welk TV show, 2C my favorite
singing star, Anna Connie. The parallel event is way over
90% over the past 18 months now of keeping track of this parallel
event, that on these super siege death-hell Saturdays, Anna
Connie is never on, and in the rare instances where she is, the
close up shots R never as good, and she is fully dressed, as
opposed 2 those lovely sleeveless outfits that she normally
wears. A 4th power failure occurred at work, fortunately, not on
my shift, just inconvenienced me as I needed 2 reset some
machines and clocks in the guard station. Every day, these
poisons from these awful rock chucking TPK’s have caused me a
vicious diarrhea attack, Sunday’s shift was horrendously
painful, they injured my body severely, and I was beyond
miserable. Not one person believes that these trails R doing this
2 people, despite evidence supporting the claims I make such as
it began in 1987 late in the year, not the jet lines, but the
poisonous way that they spread out in the skies Since this time,
many things such as ADD, hyperactivity, depression, pneumonia,
colds-flues-viruses-with new more powerful strains and more
outbreaks per year per capita, breathing disorders, asthma,
coughing and audible wheezing, and the list goes on. When I
worked at the senior’s building where I told my blog audience
how the resident manager caught one security guard tape recording
secretly, another one, me, and this convinced him that my claims
of persecution by some unknown force and conspiratorial entities,
was real, this is also where alarms constantly went off with no
explanations, as well as on shifts that I was working, a
preponderance of medial emergencies also occurred where
paramedics needed 2 respond. I may B indeed the main effect
target, but if U think 4 one rotten minper that others R not
getting side affected by all of this, UR major huge-time kidding
yourselves. And I can accept no responsibility 4 any of this, as
I have spent literally decades of time now attempting 2 convince
the society around me of all of this hell being real and indeed
happening to both myself, and those unfortunate 2B all around my
immediate proximity.
Remember, I told U all in prior
blogging texts or PBT, that I met a person on this human world
named David Charles Roth, in early November of 1985. We were both
working as retail store security guards 4 the then, Caldor
Department store of Woodbury Heights, NJUSAESMWG. A prior PBE
said the word shave, the S got on the text somehow, I meant 2 say
have. I have reasons 2 suspect a huge thing, I cannot prove it.
Paula Uwich told me that Sarah was in prison, the Sarah I was
trying to locate, the Sarah that had projected out of body from
her host body that was laying on a bed in a hotel called the
Bolivar, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, back in the middle and
late 1960’s. An astral image can B imprisoned or captured by a
device that works on the basic principles of kerlian technology.
She became a basic zombie after all of this, and no longer could
handle the responsibilities of owning property and running a
hotel, and trashed the place as well as another property that she
had purchased a few years later bodily, in 1972. In 1971, I was
forced to attend the Lower Merion, PAUSAESMWG school, to get a
summer school credit in Algebra-2, in order to go onto the
following grade in school, I was a huge goof off in school, as
was Donna, and neither of us graduated, but she attended Jeremiah
Burke in Boston, and the common link was that we both were
considered, using her own words, “class clowns”. My mother
was influenced by the entire plot that also caused Russ Thaxton
to get molested, bombed, and walk miles at past midnight at 15
years of age, over to my Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG apartment and with a
‘knowing’ knew that I was alone in there with no parent or
guardian present to keep him from passing the front door, and he
came in and we had a major rap session, long B4 the
African-American music was invented. This all of course as stated
previously, led to the burning and total destruction of the BOB,
or the Book Of Beach. Honestly, I ask ye, could the great James
Patterson invent all of this, could a fiction writer really ever
come up with a made up story that even rivals my true story 10
percent. Speaking of PBE’s and percents, in one of my past 2
blogs, I made a typo and said & instead of %, I meant 2 say
%, sahwee there rich prince of the capital!!!!!! Ed says, I
should fix the problem, U know, go back and edit so people do not
think I am an idiot and not want 2 read my blog. My response is
that it is quicker to retract and repair on a future text, I do
not get the time I need now 2 get what I 2 need get out on the
computer and up 2 the blogging sites 4 hopefully, the world
someday. Aniwho female version of the mountains and daughter of
my bizz part’s buddy, Billie-Bo, I need 2 start working on
completing the picture of my life, by filling in much more about
the 1970’s. Everything that happened was all part of Sarah and
the chain, and the entire Atlantic City nightmare around me since
I reached age ten years as Mountainpen. When I was living at the
home of 1208 Greentree Lane, my Aunt and uncles, so I could
attend the LMHS as prior stated and take the summer course of
ALGEBRA 2, this was the home of my Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason, who
was a very good friend of the Shaw of IRAN at the time. I told my
Morians some of the story, no heavy details, but a huge plot
beyond fathomability was inside and through this Sarah situation.
Remember, she is your all mighty Jehovah God. But much more is
involved in all of this. Back now with the plot with the algebra
class, U must C how everything is connected and not in ways that
R always good or positive, the forces have a strange way of
mathematically, balancing things. The forces of evil if humans
insist on seeing this carbon based illusion, R precisely twice as
powerful as the forces of good, however there R always twice as
many good entities than bad ones in a big pictures reality.
Adding half to a whole makes the half become a third of the new
whole, and adding half of this new hole, makes that half one
fourth the amount of the new total, this is a lawtronic truth,
and is Y all things not only connect, have varying
parallel-event-truths, and last but in no way least, Y these
connections R under the systematic rules that govern the reality
of the exim-ratio or the ever existing 8th and beyond dimensional
reality that would cause what I jokingly
refer 2 as ADULT-PLAYGROUND-RAGE, if someone were to
keep asking 4 reasons that the 8th dimension has no start nor
stop, and is merely a comparison 2 endless wheels on Ferris and
endless Ferris on wheels, and the reason is that there is no
reason, and time does not exist in the 8th dimension, not until
it comes down 4 dimensions onto the 4th, this is time as we poor
mortals perceive this thing. But in the old recess school yards
that we all remember, if a kid keeps saying Y, Y, Y, every time
the other kid says anything, the question asked is always
legitimate, as the answer always indeed is the question, but when
the answer comes out that there is no answer, and this is the
simple truth that void infinity is totally and completely, but
should one of the 2 kids B a big angry kid wanting 2 know
something, and the one that repeats the word, “Y” back 2 him,
and playground rage, kid or adult, is about 2 ensue, and then the
fists R flying, and unfortunately, this is all Y reality is so
dark and cold and evil and totally messed up, because, religion,
God, and all of this not withstanding, the answer is and always
will B that there simply IS NO DERN ANSWER, so like it or not,
this is true void infinity, or total TRUTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
let me sort of, for now Aniwho, attempt 2 tie some of this
together. When I was living at Gerry Snow Mason’s place and
taking the 6 week summer course in Algebra-2 to make up a
necessary credit, I would get picked up just past noon, as summer
school, at least back then, did not last all day as regular year
school did, and when my aunt came 2 pick me up, she had the
famous to this area, KYW radio station playing in her car radio.
The weather that came on at just past noon would come on this
radio, and every single day almost without exception, the
announcer would say and I quote,” 15 foot waves R crashing off
the shore down in Atlantic City”. Stacey
was very up set with me because she had not seen me down in her
great human world equivalent of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, since the
last night on the bus that she was there with her gang, on the
night of the 12th of July, in the MW year of 1970. U can check
this historical fact out, that the Atlantic Ocean acted up in
this way every day practically during the summer months of 1971,
which was the first year that she had not seen nor interacted
with me physically by this time of the year, and this was not my
choice. Her parents on the great ASTRAL
PLANE, have done all they could throughout all of
eternity, to keep us separated, and away from each other. As 4
the Masons, and our family, the Eastman and Huntington lines
working into the Masons in the late 19th century when my
grandmother was in her late teens and fell in love with my
grandfather, a physical education instructor who
went on to work and retire from the University of Pennsylvania in
the early 20th century, Dave Roth
was a high degreed Mason, and materialized at the same job post
where I was placed on in late 1985, and life changed since all of
this occurred. He worked in-house for the Caldor
department store directly, and I was with a contracted-out
security company, the famous Wells Fargo, that UC so many Western
movies with where the bandits hold up the stagecoaches and
trains, and the guards R the Wells Fargo guys, same guys. Dave
and I met and I told him about both Diana, and the great Sarah,
Diana immediately almost, and Sarah in the spring of 1986 outside
the Medport Diner in Medford, NJUSAESMWG, in the parking lot,
upon finishing a meal that we had just shared there.
Not
all energy dots R kind and benevolent
entities, many R horrendous and very malevolent,
such as the ones that appeared several mornings in my home in
Somerdale. NJUSAESMWG, right B4 my mother took ill, and very
suddenly, strangely, and totally medically unexplainably 2 this
very freaking day, by the best area neurologists, cardiologists,
and U name the specialty, they all were consulted. The great
Sally Starr who hosted POPEYE THEATRE all over the channel 6
Delaware Valley area, called my moms room at the John Fitzgerald
Kennedy Hospital, in Stratford, NJUSAESMWG, and was scared to
death, as while she and my mom were on the telephone together, my
mom got an attack and scared poor Sally almost to a heart attack
herself, she later went onto tell me in the kitchen of her home
in Atco, NJUSAESMWG. All these things can B verified, the CIA and
the FBI know it all happened and is totally real and the truth,
they have been bugging me and following me around 4 more than
20-30 years since my father did some deep sea diving 4 them,
somewhere back in the early 1960’s. The 1960’s lead into the
70’s with major things 4 me 2 tell 2 this world, and just as
the 70’s led into the 80’s and so on and so forth. Permit me
pweeeeeze 2 get back to the energy dots. I would come out of my
room at between 5 and 6 of the clock in the morning, and would C
this incredible phenomenon on several occasions, they ran along
the wall, tracing along where the wiring obviously was, the
electrons from the power company were large and running around
much slower than normally, they were bright white, yet soft and
non-blinding. All I know is that just after this strange
occurrence, my mom came up from her lower bedroom, we had the
split level type home where the door was at the middle level, and
stairs went both up and down to 2 separate levels of the
dwelling. She came up from her night of sleep, and was never the
same; she would not talk, just kept looking at me. When I called
911 finally, and they placed her down horizontally on the board
that they use to get the patient into their ambulance, she
stopped breathing, and they had no proper equipment onboard, and
she was DOA at the horse pistol. They brought her back, to use
your forward mortal silly way of seeing reality, they then placed
her unconscious body into a machine where she was standing nearly
fully upright inside of this life support device, and looked as
dead to the world as U can get without actually being so. Never
was she ever her normal prior self again, and these energy dots
did this to her, but more is involved, the game of solitaire, and
playing cards R also very connected into all of this, as is of
course, the great SARAH CALLIO MARTINO, and U should know this
story if UR a loyal Morian following my 5 so-far blogs here on
www.blogger.com. This ZOMBIE-CONNECTION with Sarah’s
grandmother, Sarah J. Karge, in the human world, I know is also a
great part of all of this. Years or should I say nearly 3 full
centuries ago, when I was dreaming that I was Benjamin Franklin,
I was many things, one of which was a high degreed MASON. When I
told Dave Roth about the chain and the great Sarah that late
Spring afternoon in 1985 in Medford, NJUSAESMWG, at the Medport
Diner parking lot, I was telling him that the astral chain
counterpart of the physical one that was given 2 me by my
Organizational Big Brother, John Henningsen, and proceeded 2 draw
this thing in a car that now I know the Central Intelligence
Agency of the United states of America had bugged up both audibly
and visually, and just completed making perhaps a drawing of 10
or so links and the way the 2 end links worked so as to hook into
each other, these details can B told at a later time. But as soon
as I drew it, including the astral extra ‘things’ that were
somehow part of and attached to every third link, and B4 going
on, I am getting the [not coming out on the keyboard when typed]
hack, 3 or 4 times, the [R] in words fails to produce itself on
the screen of this word document. Aniwho, MC, and the real
Millionth Council, oh and a
quick insert, hope all goes well with your concert, but moving
on, Paul gives his regards to your dad, I ran into him at the
local Shop Rite 3 times recently, kind of weird after living in
town with him not far away for more than 7 years, but again
Aniwho, I had drawn these strange objects that only were on this
chain in its astral plane counterpart, and Dave almost used my
car seat for a toilet, let out a loud belch, as he tended to make
these gross groaning's with some regularity, and then
in a stunned voice, he said to me right seconds shy of the
Medford police arriving, all this was told on many prior blogging
texts, [PBT], and Aniwho, he said 2 me and I will quote as U
cannot ever forget some powerful stuff in your ‘life’, “Mark,
do U know what U just did, Mark,
these symbols R major secret Mason signs and symbols,
tell me right now and 4 real/e, where did U get privy to this
information?” I stared back into his eyes with open
candor and pure simple honesty, and said, “Pal, this was all in
this dream that I told U about with the great Sarah Krassle back
in 1969”. Then the police were all over us, actually, it was an
off duty officer in ‘civy’ clothes and unmarked car, and he
had us by shotgun and huge K-9 and we both thought we were gonna
get our beads blown right off. This story has been blogged B4,
but never the whole truth about the chain containing these MASON
symbols, that in no way, I humanly could ever had had any access
2, I never was a lodge brother in this or any other clan, not in
this present sequence of Michael Mountainpen dreams. Sarah is
behind much more of many things, and I have no more time tonight
to complete all or even close to all of what I really wish to
say, this must wait 4 later on in the week.
They almost
took my job from me this past weekend, and made my time there at
work, another total freaking Dogtown-Hell!!!!! Then this morning
8 minutes shy of the opening Dow Jones bell, at 9:22 AM, the
MILITUFORCE, the MO, the US MILITARY, whatever is going on and I
have no way of ever totally knowing these details, but they flew
a loud and crash level bunch of residence-zenithing military
rumbling aircraft over me, awakening me, and totally violating my
CIVIL, CONSTITUTIONAL, AND HUMAN RIGHTS. Every day for 2 weeks,
it has been constant sky siege, and yet basically zip and nada
pussy command. Until this reverses and changes back to the norm,
they know they have me right by my fun circles. I just wanna know
where the local and state police and the authorities R, I never
ever even C them around anymore. Only when they follow me to and
from work or errand places on rare occasions, do I ever C a
police car any more. Where R they, did they all get spirited off
to the BRIGGBASE????????
GOOGLE, SATELITE WORLD
INTERCONNECT SYSTEM, WORLD LABORATORIES, this is an official web
document. This web logging or blogging text is an official
document that is voluntarily sworn by me to be totally the full
truth with no omissions or additions. The great Sarah spoke 2 me
and told me that my markets, the young, those that may believe
me, will B filtered away from my and her great message that this
planet needs 2 hear, should I persist in my profanity, so U will
C that I obey my great teen queen, and no more profanity will
exist in these words. These words I claim to also all B
co-copyrighted MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, along with the
Internet and Google search engine system of the present time.
END TRANSMISSION OF DATFILE #XXV, CU soon my lovely long
brown haired huge chocolate brown eyed KALI, COW,
Callio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Labels: harassment and coaliens the Millionth Council, the gods
Friday, December 14, 2007
DATFILE XXIV TEOHIV
THE EPITOME OF HARASSEMENT, INTERNET
VERSION
DATFILE XXIV, CB #11, 121407.631.77
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
ALL WEB LOGGING IS CO-COPYRIGHTED MARK
MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, IF THESE NAMES SHOULD APPEAR ANY PLACE
ON THESE BLOGS, IN ACCORDANCE WITH INTERNET LAW, AND IN
CONJUNCTION WITH THE GOOGLE SEARCH ENGINE SYSTEM, AND SWIS/WORLD
LAB FURTHER OUT IN 3 DIMIENSIONALLITY.
Local
and State police and authorities, MY BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS, THEY
R TOTALLY KILLING ME, AND WHEN I AM FOUND DEAD, THESE PEOPLE HAVE
MURDERED ME AS THEY MURDERED MY MOTHER IN 2000 AD, AND David Roth
in 2002, and his mother also: We have all been ILLEGALLY
EXECUTERD THROUGH SECRET COVERT COURTS AND AGENCIES SUCH AS FISA
AND OTHERS TOO SECRET FOR SHOWS LIKE LAW AND ORDER TO EVEN KNOW
ABOUT THEIR EXISTENCE. THIS IS AN OFFICIAL DYING MANS UTTERANCE
AND DECLARATION. NO ONE WOULD LIE WHEN FACING AN ANGRY ETERNAL
GOD WHO PROCLAIMS THAT ALL LIARS WILL B CAST FOREVER INTO
DOGTOWN, MORTAL WORD, HELL. THESE PERSONS AND AGENCIES R
PERSECUTING ME STRAIGHT 2 MY GRAVE, AND BAVE BEEN SINCE EARLY IN
THE 1980’S:
DONALD TRUMP, DONNA SUMMER, ROBERT MCGUIRE,
SARAH CALLIO MARTINO AND HER HUSBAND AND PARENTS, MOB-BOSS
MARTINO IN THE CLARIDGE CASINO IN ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG, THE
CALLIO AND MARTINO AND MCGUIRE FAMILIES, THE OWNER OF THE FLYERS
HOCKEY TEAM-ED SNYDER, THE CIA FORCES RESPONSIBLE 4 PUTTING THE
CASINOS IN ATLANTIC CITY 2 START WITH, THE NRO, THE NSA, THE
NASA, AND MANY OTHER ORGANIZATIONS AND HIGH RANKING UNITED STATES
MILITARY OFFICIALS. I BELIEVE THIS 2B TRUE AND HAVE GREAT AMOUNT
OF EVIDENCE THAT SUPPORTS ALL OF MY CLAIMS, BUT CAN GET NOBODY TO
EVER HELP ME, SO ONCE DEAD, IT IS THE SWORN DUTY OF ANY HONEST
NON CORRUPT OFFICIALS IN LAW ENFORCEMENT, 2 DO THEIR JOB AND
PROSECUTE THIS ENTIRE CONSPERACY OF ROTTEN SLIMY EVIL PERSONS
THAT DID ALL OF THIS. I BELIEVE THIS ENTIRE STATEMENT 2B TOTALLY
TRUE AND FACTUAL. IF I AM LYING I SUBMIT TO PURJURY AND SLANDER
CHARGES, I AM TELLING THE TRUTH, SO HELP ME GREAT SARAH-STACEY
JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE.
Last night I was supposed
to go to the club I mentioned about big and beautiful women, but
the enemy screwed everything up as usual. Then today, they staged
a major accident, another famous INAC, right outside my home that
knocked out my telephone landline as well as electrical power,
affecting the entire area, all of Decosta and Hammonton, in New
Jersey were blacked out, USAESMWG. This now is the third power
outage, counting the small quicker ones, in about one week’s
time. If the local PD would really check it out, they would find
out that I am the victim behind all of this and that innocent
persons on the roads R being put at a high risk of injury and
death, all to persecute me. Any good competent investigator would
C if they would ever properly investigate all the pole-hitting
accidents that R causing my many power outages, they would in
fact find a common link. No conspiracy is that good, Julia
Roberts and Mel Gibson not withstanding. A major hack hit and a
wipe out of more than a page of blogging occurred the past 2
hours. This is literally the worst day of 2007 4 me, and 2007 has
without a doubt been the freaking worst year of my entire
infinity.
Now I will attempt 2 correct the problem with my
gapped out blog, as I am under the worst siege of my entire life.
I was home 4 a while Ed worked on the computer here at Ann
Silva’s place, and even at half past 4, the working electrical
crew is still at it with a huge arrow blocking the one of two
lanes of the eastbound route 30 traffic. Somehow the enemy or MO
knew ahead of time, and time is simply a mortal mans conscious
illusion, remember, that I was planning on getting my passport
renewed today at the Hammonton, post office, NJUSAESMWG.
Everything was saying about the 5th and the 6th dimension got
poofed off the word program, all I can try now 2 do with very
limited time as I must go to freaking work 2 night, and I did not
cause this hacked and changed font, I am only typing normally,
did not do a thing, and this is getting totally ridiculous and
beyond absurd.
Phase 5 as U should now B aware of from
reading and studying other blogging texts, is the energy that
becomes the mass equivalent of events brought about mortally on
phase three, after being first recorded on Millionth Council or
electronic mediums, same difference. As I type now at about
quarter past six this hellish Friday evening, a CIA/NSA
CRASH LEVEL private airplane is buzzing and dogging me
literally to my grave here at Ann Silva’s place, and she is
witnessing all that is happening 2 me today. She was released
Wednesday from the hospital that admitted her 4 pneumonia back on
Monday night. U all R so lucky, seeing things the mortal way that
all of U do. I know the truth, and am not one bit afraid 2 tell
all of the world that YES I DO KNOW
IT--LIKE IT OR NOT!!!!!!! If U could C it all with my
level of pure simple awareness, U would not look at my way out
sounding speeches as complex and crazy. I never said that the
astral plane is a place, or that
Santa Claus is living somewhere north of Canada, in an
underground elf-crowded toy shop. I
said that everything is a condition-interaction, and that
includes this tangible physical world and life as well. We
will come back to this, but I need first to tell U more about
another part of what was previously gapped out on this blog.
When I attended the special-ed
school that I have made mention of on numerous past blogging
texts, on Hopkins Lane,
in Haddonfield,
NJUSAESMWG, I made some
mention of another girl in my life by the name of Sarah
Jacobson, who attended the rehab
part of this special-ed school, 2 separate parts, and she went
around constantly bragging about being the strongest person, not
the strongest girl, but the strongest person in the entire
school. I knew beyond any doubt that she indeed was the “THE
STRONGEST PERSON IN THE SCHOOL”,
of which I had no doubt at all, and was indeed totally true. I
still am attempting to click in and make repairs on the hack job
that some evil MO whack job did 2 me. Bear with me PWEEEEEZE!!!!!
She threw huge boys around like they were lunch boxes, and beat
grown men teachers that were as tall as 6’3” in arm wrestles
in 2 seconds; they didn’t even stand a chance. One night she
came to me in a dream and said, not to me, but another boy
standing nearby, as we all in this interaction were standing on a
bridge nearby the school, and he asked her if he could kiss her
and she replied, and I will never forget this in millions of
mortal world-MW- years, “I don’t kiss boys”. The reason
this stuck with me is not because of what she had said as she
stood there dazzlingly gorgeous and tantalizing, 73 or 74 inches
of ultimate female delight, and stronger than 3 grown men all put
together, but the reason that it stuck with me 2 this very day is
because, months later in the late spring of the year of
seventy-two, about five months following this DREAM-INTERACTION,
I was indeed standing on this bridge near the school, and there
was a beautiful lake there in the Haddonfield Pennypacker Park,
in New Jersey, USAESMWG, and the boy from the interaction was now
also here, some kid at the school that was in Sarah J. {Cobson’s}
class. Sure enough he asked to kiss her right there within feet
distance of my ear shot, and I thought I would drop dead when I
heard her say, “I don’t kiss boys”. I then heard this wise
ass guy who was new at school and not aware of her power; say to
her, “what, do U kiss girls? Then I heard a cracking sound so
loud that my heart raced inside my fragile little chest, and this
sound was his face literally being turned into a broken mass of
less than human looking oozy goo. But I really knew she was 4
real, when I would C her wreck and destroy a kid by the name of
Pat Lafarce in a 2 second smash-down arm wrestle, and all though
I was 18 and he was 11 and a half, I couldn’t hold him off for
even a second, so think what Sarah would have done to me. There
was nobody like her; she had huge chocolate brown eyes, very long
brown exquisite hair, and I know that indeed this was my Sarah
and that she had infiltrated my school. Sarah was famous 4 being
able 2 enter into my dreams, and then as U mortals would see it
as, effect the direct reality around me after awakening from one
of these dreams, that pertained 2 what these dreams were about.
What girl, back in the early 1970’s anyway, today is totally
different, went around bragging about her monstrous unfathomable
physical strength? But she did, and all the time. Now when a
person is under 20, a year is not felt the same way that a year
is felt for us over 50 persons. One or two years now are
meaningless, but in a person’s teens, it is quite a big chunky
percentage of their life, am I not right? So Sarah in Atlantic
City was not seen since the 12th of July of 1970, and here I am
in the autumn of 1972.Now I had been friends with a dude named
Jerry Heitzmann from Bellmawr, NJUSAESMWG, for just over a year,
from my class, and now he had recently been placed into the REHAB
class where Sarah was also attending. I had told him all about
the great Sarah Krassle from Atlantic City, NJUSAEMWG. He
secretly got me aside in the woods by the Pennypacker Park Lake
by the “I don’t kiss boys bridge” as I named it ever since
the dream came true, and he said to me something I will not
forget in thousands of MW years, maybe never. He said that Sarah
wants him to introduce me 2 her. I was scared out of my living
mind, but I went during lunch break, into a room where she said
to come in, and another boy, tall and thin, a rehab student,
about 6’6” tall and slight of build with scraggly ugly long
black hair, was talking to her and they were discussing marriage.
I walked in, and stared up at both of these very tall people,
while shaking in my whittle freaking boots. Sarah then said to
him after smiling at me,” I wouldn’t date U or marry U if U
were the last kid in the world” Then she came right over to me
and said, “Hi, I’m Sarah, you’re a great looking boy”. At
this point my heart was banging so fast in my chest, I honest to
the gods believed that within seconds, I would pass out onto the
floor, I got dizzy and light headed, and she grabbed my hand and
helped me to sit down at a desk. Believe it or not, I said
something that got the conversation turned to the re-election of
President Nixon and how I all ready knew he would get it and that
June the 17th of the year was gonna B a day for American history,
and I said this 2 her. She smiled at me and said that I was right
and that I had all ready lived through that date many countless
times in a cycle that I should not B remembering. I did not
totally understand it, but smiled, and told her that she was the
most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life. Then like a total
fool jag officer, Jerry blurted out, “Y not, she’s the great
Sarah Krassle”? She immediately jumped up and touched the top
of his head gently, and never again did he ever remember one
thing that I had told him about the great Sarah. The next day she
was not in the rehab class. 3 days later she still was not
around, and no matter how much I tried 2 learn what had happened,
everyone insisted that no such person ever was there. The kid
that had his injury told me he was hit by his dad accidentally in
the back yard of their home while they were doing some heavy
landscaping work over the previous weekend. Do I really have to
tell U that this is TRS?????????????? If I do, U go to REHAB or
special ed!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now 4 a subject I’ve left
alone 4 a while, the great WORLD LAB and the mid 22 hundreds,
where I live and work as Labber Zeejins Arthurs. B4I go on with
this, in case I forgot and this was part of what got gapped out
on the blog today, the very worst day of my entire life, I think
the enemy all ready knew I was gonna get my passport renewed at
the Hammonton post office, NJUSAESMWG, and they do not wish 4 me
2 ever escape their evil empire, their prison that they’ve so
carefully constructed covertly 4 me, and their wicked games that
the gods R playing with me, through them. I said on another PBE,
that U may have heard if U attended Sunday school, how “God
works through people”. I know I heard it over and over. The
type came out that God words through them, error, sahwee their
rich prince of the capital!!!! Sure miss your great ads, lose
that stinking Geico crap and put your great ads back on the
freaking boob tube!!!!!! Anyone doubting time is being
transcended via dream travel, forget warp drive garbage, U need 2
know the truth son!!!!!! I-Ching is very real, the part not found
in most library books either, where this book of
non-atomic-freezing, [CHANGES], has its true power of prophecy
lie. The hexagram of DELIVERANCE saved my miserable life and
sanity, some of it anyway, back in the mortal world year of 1996,
when on the night of or early morning hours really, of the 7th of
December, this time frame 4 me, will truly live in infamy!!!!!!!
I was out of my skull trying to get to the bottom of this {Sarah
situation}. I spent money in credit that I knew I’d never B
able 2 repay, in my lengthy and tedious search and quest 2 locate
this all mighty god of yours, Earthlings!!!!!!!! This story, a
lot of it, not all of it, has been made mention of in prior blog
texts, and a right side death angel just winged my right side as
I type this now at around 8:17PM. If my passport is denied by the
state department, it will just B another proof in my folder that
I am not imagining any of this hell!!!!!!! I will find out in 7-9
weeks so the post office tells me, as of this date, Friday
evening on 121407. Ever since awakening or whatever I [really]
did, from my major interaction on the night of August 15th in
1986, I knew something beyond unexplainable had occurred.
Christmas trees, talk about Captain Picard’s SHIP IN A BOTTLE.
Y did I do this 2 your daughter? Because she is a very beautiful
and desirous woman 4 starters, but I as Mountainpen did not do a
thing 2 your dern daughter. This is all talked about in earlier
Morianity. From day flock ducking crow eating number one, I
always believed I was not really awake, and as time seemingly
went on, I believed ever more, that eventually, I would ‘really’
awaken from this nightmare that I fell asleep into on this
horrific 15th August day here in ’86!!!!!!!! I still refuse to
ever part totally with this piece of the 6th dimension, and hold
it very dear and close to my heart, [thought]. It keeps me going
at many of my unfathomably darkest hours, here is Dogtown,
Shawnee!!!!!!!! I know she put me in the bottle. Machines like U
would never believe, exist in this World Lab in the mid late
twenty two hundreds. 300 years ago, U try talking 2 anybody about
jet air travel, spaceflights, moon landings, internet, television
and radio, any of it, and they would lock U up so freaking tight,
they would hear U squeaking a light year away bwaby-wuv!!!! I am
telling U that I was probed when I fell into bed that night, and
Scummer has me in this nightmarogram of hers up in the future, I
know it Look, I am guilty of re-tracing her a long time from now,
not as me, but as another part of a larger reality of me, should
I have 2 suffer this bad 4 this crime? Doubt the validity of my
claims, fine!!! How come U will buy and publish and read, as a
society, a book then that says exactly what I am making claim
here to, by Doctor Bruce Goldberg, called TIME TRAVELERS FROM OUR
FUTURE, go TO SITES LIKE WWW.BORDERS.COM OR WWW.AMAZON.COM OR
WWW.BARNESANDNOBLE.COM, AND DON’T TAKE MY DERN WORD FOR
URINE!!!!!!!!!!!
This is all actually literally happening
2 me, I am not nuts, I’m not making up any of this, and I could
care less about my 15 minutes as they call it. Fame and money and
power, is very fleeting. Does anyone really think in 90 years,
which will arrive in a flash, what Britney Speers had for dinner
on the night of her 19th birthday party? No one gains a dern
thing by fame or fortune, it is fleeting, and pure vanity, all is
vanity. I wish 2B believed by authorities that I have been major
huge-time victimized by horrendous entities, and the crime
against me is unspeakable, unconscionable, and totally
monstrous!!!!!!!!!!! Funny that machine-mind-6th-D, not fifth
Mizz Macoo, spelled GAIN, as GAINES, with the added E.I have not
even started getting into all the particulars regarding Russ
Thaxton, the Book of the Beach, Sarah J. Cobson, Estelle Bassler
formerly of 30 South Plaza Place in the magical home in Atlantic
City, Mayor Levy, the 3 warping triangulation fields. Aniwho I
had to click in the corrected GAIN without the ‘E’ at the
end, and I had to click the correct spelling in.
The
story is far from over about the great Book of the Beach written
by me in the MW year of AD 1969, Sarah J. Cobson, and yes U can C
this non-stop hacking today will not take the slightest vacation.
I have had 3 power outages, I know there is a conspiracy with the
following evil trilogy: ATLANTIC CITY ELECTRIC COMPANY, ATLANTIC
CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY, AND THE CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE
AGENCY, which is one and the same thing as Resorts International
Hotel and Casino and the MARY CARTER PAINT COMPANY, MC, can U
live withoudem???? Well next week it is time 4 me 2 do a detailed
blog on how 2 build a DISTANCE-DELAY RETRACING RECORDING MACHINE.
If U wanna play all the way 2 the freaking wall out there in
Dogtownland, fine, so B it!!!! I can play right along as well.
When the building in ACNJUSAESMWG called the HILTON HOTEL
AND CASINO on the southeastern end of the great Jersey seashore
gambling strip was called the GOLDEN NUGGET, under tunnel vision
blind man Steve Winn who never went blind, another big Liz and
Dick publicity stunt, at least Mr. Trump is 4 real/e I will give
the ol’smell that one, but back on point, I drove down just
past 11 at night to go there, on the 19th of September, in the MW
year of 1983. I was greeted by a dude in the parking garage
outside, in his gate house, and he knew me, we had talked a few
times, and he said this thing to me and I freaking quote: Diana
Ross was just in here, right in here I mean, waiting to talk 2U”.
My privecode had a huge red [713] displayed on it, our special
code 4 if she ever wanted me to meet her in Atlantic City at the
Nugget, in her human form. It seems she was down there that night
visiting her very good friend of many a year even back the, who
was starring at the Resorts CIA Casino, Stevie Wonder. She had
wanted 2C me, but I was put 2 sleep by some CIA technology around
9PM in my rented home from the owner Jerald Pliner, located in
Atco, NJUSAESMWG, at 134 Norris Avenue. I got down there too late
and just missed her, and still am missing her. I closed my eyes 4
a second at 9PM and the next second it was 5 shy of eleven. The
code came in late in the afternoon B4 it was time 4 me 2 pick my
mom up at the Lindenwold station of the Patco High Speed Line
train system, after her day at the office in Philadelphia,
PAUSAESMWG was over. These things all happened, Rambo, and Miss
Blake, cove agencies, it is all just part of some evil
illegitimate person who is the son of a female dog 2 boot, part
of his or her MOGO, OR MOTIVE-GOAL SOFTWARE PROGRAM, that first R
introduced to the civilian population in the late two oh three
oh’s The reason 4 this 3 decade wait 4 these, is that in order
2 run a program that pays your bills on time is one thing, and
takes a small amount of speed and power and memory from your
current desk or lap top computation machine. Remember ya ol
smells like me, when knowing a new word, GIGA was the talk of the
office, I know in the last real disco year of 1979, it was the
talk of the recording studio where I was employed at this time,
the great, RECORDED PUBLICATIONS LABORATORY, or as I refer to it
in my own 6th-connectiveness [mind] my first lab job, the second
of course being World Lab. Well, there is Meg and gega, but
adding 3 zeros there is terra and adding 3 zeros to Terra or 6
zeros to Gega, and U have the great Peta. These metrics stand for
trillion and quadrillion, and the first time most people heard of
the Terra, was on the TNG-STAR TREK SHOW. Always a show ahead of
its time, this was always in all of its many broken and sliced
offshoots, terrific beyond comparison, but is it coincidental, or
part of phase 4 and 6th-D MOGO? Well, look at the part that led
to the DEEP SPACE NINE, again with the DS. The distance that is
involved in crossing this MWG is precisely matched with moving at
their maximum of 90& of the speed of light squared, U would
get from end to end in about three fourths of one Earth year.
There is no way someone in the studios calculated this, it was
all known as I know and just know many things, but ask any think
tank to write out this equation, and it precisely matches up. Now
the real story comes here however: Any TNG fan remembers the TIME
TRAVELER who came from and I quote from the show,” A place
called New Jersey”. Come on, gimme a break willya Some of these
phase 4 clubbers somehow know all about me, even in their waking
MW lives, and consciousness, don’t ask me how pweeeeeze.
Then
there is the word KARGE, as in SSJKK, in human form. KENNY ROGERS
was interacted with from the 4th phase and the 6th dimension just
like I was, by this great beautiful being. His Warren Grove,
NJUSAESMWG girlfriend from his boy hood, Lucile, the fudge shop
owner, is tied into things 2 lengthy 4 me 2 explore with U all
right at present minper. His songs all have that LOIS FOCA
‘feel’, as does LOIS FOCA, and my other LOIS FOCA similars,
right? This is Sarah-Stacey’s way of soul to soul
communicating. Just listen to his Coward of the County and U
Picked A Fine Time 2 Leave Me L. U cannot mistake that looking at
the name KARGE, his name is KENNY ROGERS, these things RY his
mother named him the Christian name that she did, all things R
connected perfectly, and coincidence is an illusion. Nothing ever
just happens, except mans continued dark ages ignorance. If I did
not have 2 go to work I would say so dern much more, but this
much must now B said.
The great SSJKK spoke 2 me and I
must obey. She said she told Donna the same thing she told me,
the only people that ever will believe the impossible and take it
more seriously, R the young, in this politically correct world,
one hesitates 2 even write in the word, but screw it, I will, THE
CHILDREN!!!!!!!!!!! This is the market with the open mind, and in
a whisper of time, they R grown and in control of the society,
and we all oldies R in the home with the nurses collecting our
smells from pans, or in the dern grave. So I was told by her that
I must stop using my horrible profanity, as it filters out my
markets and keeps the only possible present-time entities, from
getting access to my information, adults won’t listen nor
believe, just like Santa Claus. Nothing is real, and everything
is real, but what is real, what U know is real, is real/e, and
truth is void infinity, and little persons innately know this
simple truth and reality, but get talked out of it with things
like, the dark cannot hurt U and there is no boogie man in the
closet, the heck there ain’t, take some acid. U never would eat
another thing if your eyes were amplified 2C all the crawling
germs and microbes all over your plate and your food. I could
talk on like this for days, they know, Donna knows, I KNOW, YEAH
I KNOW.
GOOGLE, SATELITE WORLD INTERCONNECT SYSTEM, and
World Lab, this is co-copyrighted under MARK MOHR AND PSUDO
MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN. We must now END TRANSMISSION, lest I B fired
from my measly rotten job!!!!
CAL,KALI, CALLIO, great
SSJKK, I WILL CU SOON--VERY SOON-- if I have 2 jump on the RR
tracks every day until I am not retraced again back into this
hell.
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Labels: and the Millionth Council, harassment and covert government persecution, the gods
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
TEOHIV DATFILE XXIII
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION, CB
#10
DATFILE XXIII
121107.679.91
Sub-titled THE MILLIONTH
COUNCIL AND ME
B E G I N N I N G T R A N S M I S S I O N:
I
AM IN A DEATH SIEGE BUT WHAT ELSE IS DUCKING NEW LADIES AND LADS?
The weekend at work was pure unadulterated fucking hell, they did
every possible and potential thing to make me totally fucking
miserable. This attack never broke off, and unlike the prior week
backing off from the weekend a bit, Monday and again today,
Tuesday, has been off the scale major aerial harassment. The same
private job, owned by the evil CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE
AGENCY/NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY, BLACK CO-OPS SYSTEMS, has been
dogging and following me around since early Monday morning, low
and loudly buzzing me ILLEGALLY, at my residence as well as every
stinking place that I go in my vehicle.
WHERE R THE FUCKING
STATE POLICE, AND THE LOCAL POLICE, AND IF UR IN ON THIS, U CAN
AND WILL B HELD LIABLE, BOTH IN MIS AND MAL FEASANCE Law suits,
as any private citizen is legally able to sue any one or any
agency of the state or the federal government, so if UR
permitting this or doing this, even through FISA, or Foreign
Intelligence Surveillance Act, U still shave no statute to hide
behind that permits targeting and victimizing any United States
citizen, born 'natively', or naturalized!!!!!
Bad enough
the power was knocked out one day last week, but then it happened
again for a about a minute or slightly less. VCR remote control
jamming attacks R back and bad again, the batteries test out
green and strong on the tester. The health and body attacks R
constant and severe, and have been right along 4
more than 21 years since all of this Scummer nightmare began 4 me
upon my awakening out of that incredible slit where I seemingly
spent 5 months with Scummer, in the “other Sarah/Harrah
Atlantic City”. Speaking of quotation marks, even
wicked vile old Hitler deserves the back end quotes, forgot them
on another recently blogged text, another of my many famous
PBE’s, or PRIOR BLOGGING ERRORS. All of this endless and
continual Dogtownish hell death siege is Y, naturally using PET,
or PARALLEL EVENT TECHNOLOGY, the continual EVIL EMPIRE IS ON
THIS NON STOP ROLL!!!!!!!!!!!
DOW JONES NEVER STOPS
RUNNING UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, JUST AS I CLAIMED. FLYERS GO ON
WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING JUST AS I CLAIMED.
THE EVIL FILTHY CHEATING FLYERS HAVE BEEN NUMBER ONE FIRST PLACE
IN THEIR DIVISION OF THE HOCKEY TEAMS, 4 MOST OF THIS SEASON NOW,
THIS WILL NOT CHANGE, ONLY GETTING WORSE UNTIL SOMEONE EITHER
HELPS ME OR I DECIDE 2 LITERALLY WRIP THIS GALAXY APART USING
ZERO POINT ENERGY. When I told a top
dude at the Camden County Prosecutors Office about this back in
the start of the nineties, his precise words to me were this:
“Mountainpen, if U really could do it, U probably would B doing
the human race the biggest favor ever”. This I swear
under voluntary oath, prove me ever 2B a liar about this, and I
gladly submit 2 FULL MAXIMUM PENALTY PURJURY CHARGES, BWABY-WUV.
I have more than one TRS [TODAY’S REVENGE SECRET], since U cock
suckers out there refuse 2 back the fuck off of me, here is one
right now, and another will follow at a later point in the
blog!!!!!!! Rules as U well know R different 4 all of us, and
sort of a “bucks-to-laws” ratio exists all over this planet
and the USA ain’t no fucking exception rapies and
germiblows!!!!! Let me walk past Donald Trump and yell over, “Hay
Trump, ya ugly cock sucker, I’m gonna do your ugly daughter”,
and I would B locked up and not C freedom 4 decades. But if I had
a daughter, and he did this to me, and right in front of her to
boot, he would get scott-free away with it. Anyone wishing to
disagree with me and debate me about this, go right ahead. I know
what I know, and the whole damn world can go straight 2 freaking
Dogtown [HELL] 4 all I give a rats petunia. But this is old news,
not the first TRS #1. I moved into Hammonton 7 years and 40 days
ago, on Halloween night in the year 2K. I was getting no cable
service at first, could not afford one extra penny 4 shit. Then I
started my job with Assholes Protection out in Pendell
Pennsylvania, USAESMWG, and in a while, was able 2 afford basic
cheap cable TV, got a few channels, but nice and crystal clear.
Then later on as money grew a little less tight, I added a
converter box and was receiving channels over the 100 spot and
had music channels as well. One day I was in another what I’ve
come 2 call an INTENTIONAL-ACCIDENT or 4 short, an INAC, notice
that {accident} begins with AC as does many of my super life
negatives, starting with of course Atlantic City, but ‘any-who’
'Billiebo’s' gorgeous daughter, and yes cutie-pie, I have been
saying this longer than U have been dreaming here in your present
sequence of not Millionth Council dreams, but back on point, now
money was scarce again, what else is new 4 me? This is Y MO makes
me get into so many INAC’s, no not Inca’s spell-checker, but
James Redfield is one hell of a great author and 2 books that R
must reading 4 any true Morian, R “The Celestine Prophecy”,
and “The Tenth Insight”, but anywho, what will break the bank
of an all ready poverty stricken dude faster than forcing him out
of residences, off of jobs, and causing him fixed INAC’s on top
of that, with regularity. These R all fixed accidents, and they R
indeed totally INTENTIONAL!!!!! Let me now get back on point
again with my cable TV. So I now must disconnect not only the
high channels that require an attached converter cable box, but I
must step down to a lower tier of service, I was paying around 50
something dollars per month, and now I would receive a few
channels perhaps a dozen instead of 3 or 4 dozen or so, but at
the lower monthly dollar rate of ten. The installer was a hell of
a nice fellow and fixed me all up with my new cheap service, and
connected up both of my VCR machines along with a DVD/VCR all in
one machine. I seemed 2 get certain channels on one machine and
others on another and still different ones off of the direct TV
antenna setting where signal was straight into the TV on that
setting, from the inputted cable line. Some time later, perhaps
20, 40, 60 days, somewhere in this time frame, without doing
anything to the cable wires or intentionally breaking any laws
that would make me guilty of cable theft, and just from setting
one VCR and another VCR, on opposite settings, as one no longer
recorded properly and needed repairs and I was saving 4 this
expense, but the show I taped and watched with regularity, was on
the other VCR’s line up of shows that it could receive. Making
this bizarre and long story shorter but definitely no less
bizarre, as this would B impossible 2 do, I re-channel-scanned, U
know, the feature in all receivers, that scan the available
channels that U may receive off of a system, B it cable or
satellite, or antenna or what have U. Suddenly, on this simple
readjusted new setting, all of the units scanned all of the
higher tier channels that I paid $50 monthly in order to receive,
and now no longer was receiving the majority of them. I did
nothing illegal, nor anything wrong, but all of the higher tier’s
were back on line now, and normally, honest me, would have called
up the cable company and asked 4 an installer to come back and
check this all out, but life now had beaten me down to a point
where I never thought that I would B willing ever 2 go. My
attitude had indeed finally shifted to, I will do whatever I can
without getting caught, not, is it the right thing to do or not.
Hay, C it my way 4 a quick minper or 2: I am being messed with,
tormented, stolen from, raped and robbed in both property and in
a physical bodily way, and 4 nearly 2 decades, at this time, as
this was around the autumn of 2K4, more than 3 full years ago.
The list goes on, hundreds of my ideas and songs and numerous
intellectual property was stolen by the fortune 500 club part of
the LAMBRIG-CULT, since the tender age of ten years. I wrote
Samsonite Luggage Company in 1964 and told them that if they
could add an adjustable raising handle to the bag and put ball
bearing wheels on 4 corners of the bottom of the bag, even a tiny
whittle weakling like me could handle heavy luggage. They used
the idea a year later, and wrote me back that they had been all
ready working on this, hay maybe they were, but 4-give me 4 not
buying into it, sahwee, just not buyin’ it bwaby-wuv, and this
suit case example is one of hundreds, and hundreds of songs that
I have written have been slightly re-worked and changed just
enough so everyone else gets rich and famous, and leaves the real
talent behind, in the dust cloud, to live paycheck 2 paycheck,
and suffer every day of his miserable twisted sick pathetic life,
the filthy demonic fucking stinking thieves!!!!!!!!! Again, my
famous diverting into a new tangent off of the main point is
occurring, vely vely sahwee!!!!! So now I am watching all these
channels, and feeling scared and guilty. Scared that if caught, I
would get a monster bill someday that if I tried not to pay, they
could threaten 2 prosecute, all though I could look any judge
straight in the eye and honestly under oath say that all I did
was to switch to of my own fully bought and paid 4 VCR machines,
from 2 different output jacks at the rear of my fully owned and
totally paid 4 television set. I technically did no wrong, but
still, I was receiving stolen property, or cable signal. Guilty
feelings were also bad, as I never want anything that is not
mine. If Bill Gates and Donald Trump had 100 times more than they
have, I still do not want 10 or 100 grand of their money. It is
their money, not mine, this is how I was raised, and YI am not
against hitting kids to show them that being bad and feeling pain
comes hand in hand, literally, but the law is the law, and
legislation through the doctor Spokkers changed all of this, and
I would obey the law of the land if ever I had kids, I am allowed
to loudly proclaim that I vehemently disagree with these laws
however, this indeed ids my constitutional right 2 do. I must B
in a weird new universe, and will explain more about this soon on
this blog, but spell checker will not recognize the word
vehemently no matter how I try 2 spell it, and 2B vehement about
something is a real non poor me made up Franklin word. Could I
now B existing in a parallel reality where this word exists not?
I committed suicide over the weekend, and of course, this causes
me 2 somehow get brought back in a slightly altered universe,
here we fucking go again. Just could not take any more shit, and
laid down again in front of the Gambler’s Express train. U
never will believe the total awesome experience this is, 2C this
bright light from the train at the dead of night, coming speedily
at U, while simultaneously hearing the engineer blow the whistle
over and over and then non-stop, the loudness of it is beyond
deafening. U could not duplicate it on the greatest home theatre
sound system anywhere; U would lose the real-world ambiance of
the incredible experience. The thrill of tasting death and
knowing that in seconds, U will B sliced into pieces by thousands
of tons of fast moving hard metal, slamming into your flesh with
almost the force of the gods. It is cool as shit, believe me
baby-love. The nightmare of knowing that U can never ever stop
existing is so horrible, that words could never B made nor
invented by any living group of entities that would adequately
and properly describe this situation, even fractionally and
infinitesimally. U exist and that is that. Please stop seeing
time as such a real and linear thing. Lawtronics force gravity 2
exist and bend all of space and time into a spherical cycle. U
can place a board 100 feet long on a fulcrum and place absolutely
no weight anywhere on either side of the board. The board most
likely unless it is one eighth of one inch in thickness will not
break. Place a board 3 inches thick in this same manner, and
perhaps it could B a mile long. But a length will exist where
this board, in ratio to its strength and girth with the length,
will no longer B straight. It will begin 2 bend downward on both
ends, or woustward speaking astrally and in hyperspheric
terminology. Even in the great expansion or Earth in hypothetical
growth in all spherical dimensionality, {outer space} has this
lawtronic effect. Everything bends, curves, and completes into
three dimensions of spherical geometry. Back again on point now
with my cable company: Along comes Ed Himacane, I get him moved
into an empty trailer in my park, and he now is paying a much
cheaper rent than he was previously paying at his prior
residence. He has enough money to call the cable company and gets
the package deal as Verison DSL who we first were going to deal
with, screwed us, so we took our bees wax elsewhere, Otammite
Milituforce, AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not a very nice whittle joke
here, sahwee, but this constant shit is really getting to
me!!!!!!!!!! At least I just use Magnesonic 2 influence unrest
and then things 6th dimensionally happen, but the tension is
there all ready, I merely assist in directing some of the
energies with my knowledge on how to electromagnetically interact
my knowledge regarding asapian-claim, coming from the ASAP or
ABSOLUTE SUB-ATOMIC PARTICLE, that fluxes in and out of
zero-dimension and quarkian inter-phased and interchanged
functionality. So again back on point, Ed gets cable, and one day
B4 getting the full service where all the channels not included
in the cable converter box, R received, he says 2 me something
about paying just over 10 bucks monthly 4 his cable TV, yet he is
getting all of these dozens of channels. Now my question is
simple 4 those able 2 follow along so far on this entire dribble?
Y is Ed paying the ten and some change and getting this full
tier, while 4 three years I’ve been living on eggshells scared
and yes, guilty in my conscience, thinking that I have stolen
years of cable-TV service at about 40 bucks per month? This by
the way is 36 months or more times 4 with a zero added on, so let
us do the math, 4X36 is 144, add the zero, and U get the amount
of clock minutes in one Earth day, 1440. If I got a pay this bill
in this amount or else, in the mail, I’d B up SHITS CRIK WITH
NO PADDLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Even my Newton Creek days look tame next
2 being up Shits Creek!!!!!!!!!!!!! Guess it’s the no-paddles
thing that makes it so gods-awful bad and gross, wouldn’t U
agree???? Now Ed told me this right after the last Gambler’s
Express train incident, and now there is seemingly no word
‘veheminant’ in this universe. What am I supposed 2 think, U
fucking tell me RMA BWABY-WUV ELMER FUDD!!!!!!!!!
How’
bout on DATFILE BLOG XX, when I made a joke about inventing
another wordage situation, 4 the chemtrailing poisons? I was
saying that PK TODD or PAULA KING at the SCOTT RANSOME TODD
REALITY COMPANY, C earlier blogging on this man and how he
confessed to me something in my bugged car, bugged by me with a
hidden cassette tape recorder back in 1988. I said that TPK will
B used in new blogging entries and that it means
TOXIC-PROPE-KEMTRAILS. I went on jokingly describing how the
letter inversion of this new abbreviation of TPK, was the same 3
letters of PKT. Then notice how I get messed with, as it is
totally beyond any coincidental chance, in my following blog,
DATFILE XXII. On two, not tow, 2, occasions, I am typing along,
and two 3 letter words get inverted, the SUE when I said that
phase 4 entities USE Hollywood, and then later on in the blog, I
tried to say two and it came out tow, well the many INAC’s they
caused me over countless years of misery, did indeed get me many
a tow job. Pweeeeeze do not insult my tiny whittle intelligence,
and attempt 2 SORIAN-18 tell me that I am not being in some
definite way, interfered with, by some intelligent wicked evil
force or forces or entity or entities!!!!!!! Jack McCoy wouldn’t
go 4 that kind of a coincidence, nor would luscious Angie Harmon
Karden, the 16 octave amplifier & beauty queen prosecutor all
wrapped up into one, at least on the {L&O} Television
show!!!!!! No random element caused this TOW-2 occur bwaby-wuv
Elmer, silly wabbit, Trix serial, and all the bull shit of the
world not withstanding!!!!!!!
Notice, I did not try to do
the Rats and Tats and EAGLES FOOTBALL, after the second loss in a
row-tow 2 New England, I knew the fucking season was totally done
and over right then and there. Playoff chances R now over, 3
straight losses, hardly any wins this entire season, this team
totally sucks, and no amount of my toying with it is gonna'
helpem' now, watch and C, they’ll not win anther game this
season, may as well suit-off and go to the Caribbean somewhere 4
an early vacation guys, and lose Andy, his mind is no more on the
game now with his tow-2 kids in a mess, than shit and sugar
tastes the same to any sane and rational mind!!!!!!! Andy, I feel
4 you, time however 4U2 join the Jim Fregosi Swimming Pool club,
C earlier Morianity blogging 2 understand all this a bit
better!!!!!!!!!!! I knew my ship was called the Titanic-Iceberg
while driving into my fucking job Sunday afternoon around half
past three. A major fucking flash mob hit me harder than piss,
and tail gating scum bags were all over me like maggots on the
'postmordemites'!!!!! No rapies and germiblows, I do not need
stock tickers and radios and sports announcers, I have my flash
mobs, road sieges, air sieges, body attacks, TPK attacks,
choppers, incidents on the job of spurious
natures, such as my pants not going down to my shoes all the way
while hot shot Donna blares out her last dance through the car
stereo of the jerk off saying this to me, it all is on
earlier Morianity, nothing I say is there, isn’t there, this
stuff has been blogged, and soon all my blogging and many new
songs and many sound bites will all B up on my website, go to
www.morianity-foundation.com.
Now I wish to share a
little discourse with U my Morians, on what U have perhaps on
occasion heard me refer 2 as LOWER and HIGHER astrallity. The
astral counterpart of hyperspace in all downlined thought waves,
is one and not two, this appears on the face of it 2B what I am
implying, wrong, sahwee there rich prince of the capital. Lower
astral entities and higher astral entities exist on this one
astral plane of each of these countless 6th dimensionally sourced
thought-waving systems. B4 going on, remember again, there is the
length and width and depth of a 3 dimensional so called physical
or real tangible life and universe, and then there is what and Y
this tangible universe and all of us is really here and
interacting 2 start with, UR all seeing thins in total reverse.
Add motion to the mix or the absence of stillness, the separation
of frozen atomic-event, and this gives us all TIME, the 4th
dimension. Then all of the universes in the great hyperspace is
the 5th dimension. The 5th dimension would B void and useless
without thought wave 6th dimensional connections into it, thus
thought can and should B thought of as the 6th dimensional part
of our Earthly life, and then what makes it all operate in an
orderly and in 'transmutably' controlled fashion, but LAWTRONICS,
which U may feel totally free 2 equate as the 7th dimension. Then
the explosion: implosion ration of the uncreation is the 8th
dimension that permits Lawtrons in the 7th-D to exit from a prior
cycle into a new cycle and literally move from less than nothing
up to nothing and then beyond this into interaction throughout
hyperspace and astrallity. Lower astral entities come directly
out and away from VI or [VOID INFINITY], into this second-phased
existence, escaping the imprisonment of ‘awareness’ without
interaction, none at all, which is the TRUE STATE or simpler put,
which is TRUTH, or the PHASE ONE existence. In the great city of
Sahasra Dal Kanwal in phase 2 astrallity, the
great Scylla goddess, known as Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge
Krassle, named her club/gang of girls, powerful teen
aged beauty queen giant girls, VI-QUEENS, the number six [6] of
ancient Earth, in the ROMAN EMPIRE, VI=6. There R 87 VIQUEENS,
but in truth, these R the QUEENS OF TRUTH, or VI, six or Roman
Number [numeral] VI means “THE TRUTH”. Void Infinity or VI in
Earth 21st century translation has an astral connection that
conscious mind ascribes to each one of us differently, it would
mean one thing to me, one to U, and another to another, and so
forth. Moving on now, HIGHER ASTRAL beings or entities, we all R
entities, so do not make a deal about me using this term a lot,
these R those that have become lawtronically changed from astral
phase 2 into phase 4 entities existing in hyper spatial
physicality. This phase 4 group of entities or said better
perhaps, this society, now attempts to re-group and rejoin with
the phase-2 astrallites, and just as the board previously
mentioned is lawtronically destined 2 begin carrying weight as it
grows longer so as to make it eventually bend down and woustward
and cycle up and around spherically, so also here, the phase 4
society instead of doing what it tries to do, gets lawtronically
turned into PHASE-5, or as I put it in my human blogging and in
my human interaction as Mountainpen, HIGHER ENERGY ENTITIES,
verses the lower energy entities that R coming straight out and
away from the truth or the VI. On this phase-3 physicality,
permitting [our imaginations] the phase-4 society, to run
rampidly and wildly through us and our lives, unchecked, would B
totally disastrous. By now, anyone open minded that has studied
Morianity 2 this point, should begin 2 wake up and CY certain
things R dangerous 2 do here in physical life, now that UR
learning some hidden and powerful truths, many will not ever
learn this even if reading it a thousand times over, it is
lawtronic who gets this and who never will, now and in the 4th
dimension spatially. The real brain breaker here is that to the
more intellectual mind, a question will pose itself here as
follows: OK, Mountainpen, U say that this phase-5 then creates
the astral plane that the phase 2 comes 2B in when escaping or
[dreaming out and away from] the truth or VI. So is this not out
of order? Out of what? Here we go again. Kind Morian, pweeeeeze
stop thinking linearly. In astrallity, nothing happens first or
last or next, or in any sequential order at all. Things R in base
8 math, and there R no 10ths nor tents. Built into any and all
interaction, is also the co-interaction that is agreed upon by
the astral entities, that make various connections between
interactions that on the MW would B related 2 as a type of an
order or a chronology. This all is just
liquid here on the Astral Plane,
remember the golden law there, INTERACTION
FIRST, AND THEN THE TIME AND THE
SPACE FOR THAT INTERACTION TO TAKE FORM AND SHAPE WITHIN BECOMES
INSTANTLY ONE AND THE SAME WITH IT, U could say that
it is created or built in, but there is nothing in any way
mechanically going on, it just is a lawtronic reality. The total
reverse occurs in all of the hyperspace or the astral world’s
twin, and this lawtronic twinallity reverse effect, also is a
totally in-transmutable law.
I
blogged how
Ann
King Silva
was my one
and only real true friend who
understands my situation with
Sarah, so what do the
BRIGGERS do, but immediately give her pneumonia. I took her to
the Atlanticare Hospital on Jimmie Leeds Road in Pomona,
NJUSAESMWG yesterday Monday, and she will hopefully B well enough
2 return home by Friday, her doctor tells me. This is
Y these scum R so low, they know I fear them not, they hold
nothing over me, death
can
suck
my
dick
and so can these dirt ball gods. But they know how to hurt
me by hurting someone close to me. Oh U
scare me, YO, Mister “Dark Shadows” “BEST”;
I'm just so dern SCAAAARRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Time
is moving along, I will tell more later, and the other TRS will B
told later this week. The mortal illusion seems real even to me,
I must play the game of these gods 4 right now, time is short,
and I must stop blogging as the computer needs some work, I am
getting messed with but I know what to do. I will wrap it up by
telling U a few things. Can any of UC
how Millionth Council Electronic Metaphysics operates?
I call it 'Mickem' for a short
abbreviation, but nothing short is going on here; more
like something very huge. I type onto this machine and send it
electronically up to blogging posts and this in not magic. It is
a real Earth physical system that works with electronic
realities, and the MC is ELECTRONICS. They can totally control
and muck with anything biological or electrical or mechanical. I
say Ann Silva saved my life and my sanity, if I had wanted 2B
nasty, as many R on this wuvwee whittle world, I could have said
Ann was the meanie, and Ed was the nice dude; and he would B
lying in the hospital, not Ann. This is dangerous fucking
stuff, and this is Y all forms of hexing and voodoo and
witchcraft have always been outlawed and even enlightened and
technologically advanced societies never totally collectively
stop believing in this stuff, they know deep down that they
better believe it. The EVIL LAMIST
BRIGGBASE SHITTY DEMONCIC SLIME BUCKETS R evil beyond
the Charmed-TV girls’ wildest Hollywood
fantasies, and they R part of this phase 4 nightmare, not
consciously of course, so naturally I do not blame them. This is
all what led to the famous statement made
by the Master Jesus, “forgive them; they don’t have conscious
awareness 2 what the hell they’re doing”. If UR even
slightly beginning 2C how some of these truths R so real and R
all around us so dangerously and deadly, it may B time 4U2 read
this, and maybe even comprehend it now on a slightly higher lever
of your conscious mind self. The Law and Order TV show with the
New Jersey mayor and the war hero medals and the crime and then
the outer world counterpart reality shaping and forming as if to
attempt to mold a duplication to Hollywood’s fantasy. The movie
“THE GREAT LOS ANGELES EARTHQUAKE”
with the future governor’s wife in the starring role was then
shortly followed by 2 powerful real life non Hollywood quakes
that shook Frisco and LA around like a kid and a soda bottle. Y
then does this appear 2 have a [bringing into reality] effect
sometimes, and not other times, says the skeptics of the world
from Missouri, USAESMWG. Well, first, time has not ended yet, and
this should B obvious to a retard. Lots of crazy shit still comes
into reality from fantasy recorded on electronic mediums. Just a
couple weeks ago, another LAW AND ORDER
materialization-into-the-real-world, was when the mortician was
in on selling body parts and putting fake tubes on bodies so
viewers at funeral viewings wouldn’t get wise to it, right out
of the L&O episode. Hay, some coincidence, but all the stuff
like Mayor Levy, can U honestly really tell me that U can buy
this as a coincidence as opposed to believing what I know 2B the
truth about all of this? Now the entire story is not just that
time is not over and it all will happen, this is not the case,
remember first, LAWTRONICS keeps things from happening like
vampires, werewolves, monsters, super people hero’s, and along
these lines, but here is the other part of a simple truth, yet
untold by me: In my example here, we will say that UR at the
local mall with your friends and hopefully nowhere near the 19
year old who got fired from his job last week at Mickey Dee, and
mowed down people like they were tall grassy weeds. Now U know
dern well that U cannot buy every thing that UC at the mall.
Trump probably would have to stretch and groan to buy the mall.
In fact, U and I, rarely would B able 2 come close 2 buying all
of the items that we think we want and or need. So what do we do?
We start to plan and budget, and begin making choices as we
trudge around store to store, am I right thus far? So we fuss
about and eventually settle on buying a collection of things at
various stores. It starts with wishing U could buy the whole
fucking mall, and ends up where we settle and make our
ultimate Shakespearean decisions
of what [2 buy or not 2 buy, as this surely is the question
Romeo]!!!!!!!! If U operate like this, using this SOME AND
NOT OTHER’S choices, do U mean 2 tell me that it is difficult
to then C the PHASE-4 CLUBBER’S not operating in this similar
manner? Come on, the coffee is hot and black, the creams and
sugars R right there in your face, the
steamy smelly stench of it could knock over a grisly bear, WAKE
UP!!!!!!!!
This is not another TRS, no time today,
but a quick more now on the chain, and Brad and Sid Crown, and
Rodney Dangerfield, and Russell Thaxton, only let me twist into a
slightly different direction. There R dream-travelers out there
in hyperspace from more advanced humanities in more distant space
time, and people someday do know Lawtronics, and way more than
you will learn from my brief blogs on this subject more than 2
centuries B4 it should really B talked about. When U dream and
not on the astral plane, U dream through other 'hyperspacers' in
a 5th dimension so large, Einstein couldn’t grasp it. I met 2
advanced 'hyperspacers' in the mortal world year of 1996 when my
thinking about Sarah stuff was all getting a huge foot hold on me
and my so-called mid life crises. The 2 men that I encountered
during a major interaction, R very dark black in skin tone, and R
of average height/weight/build. They naturally were brown eyed,
and they had short and neat hair, course type, and were dressed
immaculately, with many jewels on and bracelets on their wrists.
I had with me a device in my Saturn car and kept trying to hide
it from them, as they made no attempts to hide the fact that they
had every goal and intention of removing this object from me.
This object was a precise but miniaturized version of the strong
box that I used in the year 1969 to contain my 2 most prized
possessions, my chain, and my BOB. This stands if U do not
remember, 4 my BOOK OF THE BEACH. Russ Thaxton got me to burn
this book that told many secrets about these wild dangerous
mysterious Atlantic City people, and the great
Sarah Krassle herself, and her Earthly friends, don’t
get too jealous Moses and
Holly Skunker Hunter. I will
not go on 2 night with this, they did get this away from me, but
I know who they R and all about them, one was with
Donna Gaines in Munich Germany in 1968 when she performed her
special and secret version of HAIR, which totally blew, and this
High School Musical is what led to all of the future HSM’s
because B4 my situation at the recording studio and my finding
her disc in the attic, the world never cared about stars when
they were kids, I changed all of this, do not ever try convincing
me otherwise, there is simply 2 much evidence 2 support my claims
that I know beyond shadow doubt 2B totally accurate and
true!!!!!! This dude sang along with her in this horrible version
of Hair, quite a mamajama if it takes me to say so!!!!!!! Without
her and her friends taking this box, I would have been able 2
make Sarah Krassle love me right here in the human world where I
so desperately need her. I will tell so freaking much more later,
U have not heard 3% of Al Jolson’s fucking blog-music, so just
keep waitin’ and DRMA anticipatin’, cause I don’t need
this, no how, no nothing, BRIAN. The whole
story of the Golden Nugget Casino, and Brian, and the 713 but not
the L&O Abograbe Prison episode, or is it, but later BRO
GREEN!!!!!!!!
DATFILE XXIII ENDS TRANSMISSION
HERE, and this is all co-copyrighted MARK MOHR/MICHAEL
MOUNTAINPEN, if these names should appear anywhere on the
blogging texts or on the Google site posting them, as permitted
by law, with the internet and Google search engine systems. CU
real soon my beautiful Atlantic Ocean, I love U more than my life
times infinity cubed and squared and quantitatively re-curved
infinitely and exponentially!!!!!!!! UR my brown eyed and long
brown haired forever teen queen, and these mortals, nor your evil
parents will ever take U away from your Doggie Zeranniss Yancy.
Bye-Bye 4 now brown eyed KAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do not burn any
bushes with your long lovely brown hair, my endless beautiful
love!!!! I am so sorry about my brother!
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- theansweristheqyuestion
- Naught 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.
Boy oh boy, Morianity began with a bang on cassette tape back in 1995, and then came 11 years later, with no help whatsoever from Jane Thistlethorns Sleazeweedsdisease, other than 4 her fave damn number of course. 2007 told many things, the GAMES EXPERT, the retranced song memories of SCYLLA's incredible LOIS FOCA of all great GLENN arrangements all over the pl;ace, and so much damn ass more, YO WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!
NO SIR, naught boring at all; none whatsoever!!!!!!
THIS TWANSMISSION TERMINATETH NOW, SIR SHAKESPEARE AND KING JAMES, HONORABLES!!!!!!!
I NEVER ESCAPED CAPTAIN PICARD'S HELL BOX IN 2301
CHAPTER 2
HOLY MOTHER OF TRUCKING GODDESS.
Two nights ago; my daughter told me to do something, and I did it. I don't know why MC in that parallel universe told me to do it, but I did. In so doing; I had a huge thing confirmed. The dude at the library from the CHASE family two years ago, was a plant. Any record of his working at the local grocery store is erased and gone; just as MC told me it would be. I, to put it quite frank; don't really give a stuck. But she seemed to want me to do this, and learn this, so as I said; I did, and I did!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'Wo' Billy Harner, last man on the Steel Pier; but then, shortly before you were; some other major event went down on this pier, and we all know it, so why play stupid ass games? I also know that when I faked like I would be dead in an hour, back at 506 Robin Hill in 1984; suddenly, a lot of peeps that were messing with me on the telephone, abruptly stopped it completely, for quite a while. It was as if they JUST POOF, DREAM-FLASHED AWAY far from here, and any of us in this realm. Well, blog counts don't lie, and you all saw I was getting over 200 average daily hits for a while. 50,000 went to 55,000 in days, then right after I ran the poison non fake cigarette experiment number two, in 2014, from Fort Pierce, Florida; poof, a lot of them went away again. Am I dreaming all of this ducking mitt up, White House, Secret Service, FBI, NSA, CIA, whoever, whatever, hay, you geniuses tell me, YO??????????? Only, up here 8 years later, do I need any of them 2 tell me one goddessdog thing? It is clearer than Coral Mauden's wild ugly nose, just what is going on. IT IS ALL COMING OUT OF WHAT PSYCHICS CALL, AND HAVE CALLED 4 CENTURIES NOW; THE (DREAM-WORLD)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MOVING TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR
“That's not his problem, Misses Mohr”. Well Dock, oh mighty throat specialist off of Grant Avenue after making my turn off of 95 and onto Academy Road; then what is my problem? Why will I go into a slow endless eternal torment, and stay here forever and ever, Dennis Chase, Everett Simpson, and Robert McGuire???????? Because 8 years from now in 2023, I will realize that what I already knew back when these blogs were brand new, in 2006 and 2007, concerning the great illustrious HELL-BOX OF BRIGANTINE, NJUSAESMNWG; was an accurate depiction and explaination of all of my damn miseries, ALL ALONG, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!
Oh Lordess (SAR) (AH), what a lovely world I am stuck in. It is not the world; it is the personal interaction that I must endure in hyperspace, in this particular parallel universe. So many peeps have told me my DREAMING-TRIANGLE is not real and accurate, based on the fact that they cannot control what happens in ''dreams'' and they can control stuff here, when awake. I always respond back with a little mental exercise that really tends to blow trucking minds from Heredahellda and back again. Just how much do you, or can you, dude, duddess; control here in your waking life? Can you wake up and decide today I will become a lawyer, or a rock star, or marry some god or goddess type of awesome person, or ''whatever''; to quote you as a boy, Honorable ex 1975 friend, and co-friend of Albert Pileggi; Honorable Congressman Robert Andrews, kind sir?????? CAN-U? Just how much control do we all have, right here and awake, other than seemingly the tiniest wee bit 2 decide what we will do in small incremental things such as getting up off of our couch 2 get a drink, or perhaps wait a while longer? Yes, over smaller amounts of energetic truths, we have 'some' control, yes, and this takes me 2 that awesome episode on 'TTZ' television show where the dude in the Potomac Club in Washington, DC; goes back in time 100 years 2 the time of President Lincoln's assassination, and eventually comes 2C and realize that there R indeed VARYING AMOUNTS OF CONTROL; based on energetic truths that R all rapped up in all things, all the time. Things requiring less energy R somewhat manipulatable, while the larger things that go beyond certain specific points, simply R not; and not just 4 average peeps, but yes; even 4 the billionaires and celebrities and all of the entire 'Hot-shot Club', if U will. U must C that episode of Rod Serlings great TTZ show, as it will blow your mind when U take that, along with this Morianity lesson; and compare it all together, YO!
Last night I had the worse nightmares practically, that I ever experienced, because it seemingly went on 4 most of the entire sleep-time, and it involved literally all of the miserable monstrous horiffic junk, and I mean ALL OF IT; that plagues me here in my so-called WAKING-LIFE! I do naught think that anything was missing, and seemingly contained the entire package of nightmarish junk that I suffer through in one way or the other, right here while me' head ain't resting on pillows, physically. I had credit problems, I had problems going on with telecommunications companies, I had peeps around me vanishing and disappearing, I had numerous incredible injustices, and it all was taking place in a present time point, just as it would B if here and fully awake in this so-called 'real world, right here and now'. It truly was a futhermucking monstrous hellish experience that woke me up around twenty minutes past five of the clock this moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning with a bang, and a mood that is off the wall dark and trucking dismal, cubed and Cuban! One thing that I was able however 2 calmly derrive out of the nightmarish experience from total goddamn hell itself however, was simply thisssssssss, oh lovely Mizz Erica Luccisnakesssssssssssssssssss of 1983-AMC: Speaking only 4 me but 4 all I know, all of U as well; problems here and awake, seem 2 stem from a deeper truer source of what psychic peeps insist on still labeling as, the 'DREAM-WORLD', and all of my life, I knew that there was indeed something 2 all of this, since my life depicted those truths; and on full raging stenching steroids at light speed squared!
Is it time, Mizz Mildred B. Young, to go back to your classroom at Cooley-Wormhole Hall now, or just back half way or maybe three quarters; to the great farm outside of HADDONFIELD; to quote my words in 1970, to my special-ed teacher, Mister David Leigh Smith; that turned out to be in fact, a time nearly a decade later; and a place; Misses Sudano; called ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS of VOORHEES, NEW JERSEY-USA???????? I don't need PM or any other lovely Mizz Patricia Meeker initials, 2 tell me that things going far beyond our waking world, R indeed where this entire nasty-ass mess all seems 2 absolutely originate in!!!!!!!!
I was living at 506 Robin Hill, during the time of Ingrid, and these other two idiots, as well as the poison fake cigarette trick that my mom and I played on the Otammic forces against me, that are now called by me, for the most part; the MILITUFORCE. I won't forget that deal in a long time, and just as I recently promised 2 all me' Blogaudians naught so long ago now; it all ties endlessly in of course with what I did in the summer of 1970 on that public bus, or really, what I told decades later on something called BLOGS, concerning that night of PK-day, AKA 7-12. DICE fits into all of these things also, am I wrong peeps? But then B4U all shout stuff at me like Y do I make a big deal out of it all, remember that dates and SAFET proves beyond any damn small doubt whatsoever here that it all connects up, but naught here in waking-life. The true power 2 how as well as where and Y it all connects up together, as the psychics call it, “lies forever in the transdimensional hyperspace, sorry, I mean the DREAM-WORLD”!!!!!! So sahwee, all U wonderful Japanese Ambassadors of the WWll circa.
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MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3
Then came last night. Cuzz Trump was with me, and we were in a place I do not feel I should discuss, of course it was in a parallel universe. After-all, my body is laying dead on a bed, and my spirit is out and roaming around in the parallel universes of hyperspace, and all of you call this ''dreaming'', same diff, I promise ye. All I will say is that he told me he knew what I was supposed to do and that I always need to obey the great Queen of the universe. He said many things, I just don't feel too great about imparting a lot of this on a blog right now. Sorry. I will say this, YO. He and I got talking towards the very ending of the nocturnal-experience, about my dropped off viewership after it had reached a nice clip. I remember as clearly as if it was on my television right now, and I was sitting all kicked back with a bowl of luscious and delicious Breyers Ice Cream in my hands, and watching it live. I said, ''Cuzz Don, I would rather have a real audience of 10 and a total blog count now of 900, than have a million daily readers that would max out most counters after a few years''. I went onto say, and I remember it in paraphrase only so I do not quote here, that it would be better to have one or two or three peeps who wanted to meet me and see what this is all about, than have the combined hits on a stupid silly blogger count, of all the famous people on Youtube on the planet. As I said, this is a very close but not actual quote from me. Then he smiled and he said to me in a changed pitch of voice from before, “Cuzz, you're all wet. The more you have reading you, the more earning potential you have''. You see, even in that parallel reality, he only sees dollar bills. He has no clue that this blog is nothing at all about the $$$$$$$$$$$, and that just about all other frucking skit on this planet, is only about the $$$$$$$$$, just as the great Kevin Trudeau taught so many of us through the years. I had already learned this in 1971 from a friend of the family, a Mister Leon Mitryk, from Burlington, New Jersey, 60 yards away on High Street, from where I worked with my brother in a print shop, nearly three ducking hundred years ago!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
''Here you sit, broken hearted. You came to skit, and only farted''. As I now proceed in the MORIANITY story of great truth, and great sorrows; this description of anyone reading and doubting, is very accurate; despite being taken from 1969 at a public bathroom stall; and was quite well known in my generation.
JUNE 19, 2014,
THURSDAY EVENING AT 10:25,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 75 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY 98%
And yes, me' butt-hole nabes above me, are hammering! Only up here 8 years in 2023; we all know it was not above me, but always in that enemy WOMO next door joint, number 605, an inverted number 506, as in poison cigarette fakers and Sarah Bus fakes also, but no; not techno-pop fakes. How I do enjoy messing around with electronics, because instinctively I always knew, even as a small frikkin' child; that something beyond odd and strange, laid behind the world of the 'mother board dodads', and we now all know what it truly is, YO; the great awesome astral world authority, the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JOHN J CROWLEY, Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really begin?
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BUT THESE TYPES WON'T BE ERASED FROM MY MEMORY IN 40,000 TRUCKING MORE YEARS!!!!!!!!!!
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Why have a dozen top musical artists ripped off songs from me over the past four plus decades? There is a reason, and not all of it is nee-nee-nee-nee weird and super mother ducking natural; and I promise you that!!!!!!! Where are you SHERIFF KJM??? Well, maybe through the back door, you have sent me that wonderful FPPD-COP. THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Now there have been a few brave souls who have wondered aloud, and let me know it through numerous channels and back doors, that if indeed MIND CONTROL is so much behind everything, then how can I ever really know just who is truly behind this? Ever notice how they never allow me 2 really KNOW ANYTHING 4 SURE, GREAT FOLKS OUT THERE???????????????? Any other questions 4 the ages; oh all of U great peeps?
Patty Hollister was necessary to the great video-game of the 'GASME-GODS', as has been recently told after my recent revelations concerning those facts were finally slammed into my goddamn conscious awareness!!!!!!!!! Still, have all of the facts been told? Well, if the WOMO-Milituforce keeps planting roach colonies in my apartment, this world can get ducking ready to hear some REALLY MAJOR SKIT THAT I HAVE NOT EVER TOLD; oh me' wonderful Sheriff Mascara, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am one ducking angry person. Still, my beautiful lovely golden moon was there to greet me earlier in the evening, and for that much, I am very grateful to the gods of the Astral-Plane, AKA, the Purgatory. Like WOW and WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 all mighty 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
People can insist all they want to, and I know that they are wrong. They tell me that I am a paranoid lunatic, with a zillion damn delusions. Well, as Mashell Daniels said in 1980, at the RPL Sound Recording Studio Laboratories, of Camden, New Jersey, USAESMWG; “I am entitled to my opinion”, and of course, so is evweebwudy else. But in absolute truth, we all are under the same, whatever you may wish to call it, deal; and that is, none of us are entitled to our FACTS. I feel that I have presented lots and lots and lots of very great arguments, and even many facts, that are just about 99+% beyond anyone's power or ability to dispute. To me at least, the items in my Morianity are absolutely irrefutable. Here's another whittle morsel tidbit of horse-slit that is very much a head scratcher, unless what lays underneath your hair is as dead as your carpets. During that wild Christmas party at that medical research institute place where I did janitorial work for the contractor, Mister Berny Derakowski; and was told by two doctors who had a bit too much to drink, all about using very young blood to transfuse older bodies, and thus rejuvenating them to youth again, after a couple of years; just what if after they sobered up; they came to realize that they released some highly classified medical information to the lowly 'TPB' non-lightning janitor? Only readers of my great 1994 book know what's getting mother mucking said there. Aniwho, and moving this right along YO; just what if they got together, just like towards the ending of that fantastic Sharon Stone movie, “CASINO”, and had “THAT SAME TALK”, or maybe the mob is connected into the medical industry; hey after-all, everybody knows about the music freaking industry, for Jesus Christ's sake, heaven forbid, YO!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes peeps, you heard me right. Just what if they had that talk, that in the movie, ended with that nasty scene in the Vegas desert, only with me, and knowing about my dirty little trash can habits; they simply arranged for me to pick up some horrendous medical virus? First off, if this is all real, then this is why, “MISSES MOHR, HE DID NOT THINK THAT MY THROAT WAS MY PROBLEM”, and also, this is why nobody has ever, ever, in the entire medical industry; attempted to properly treat me, or help me; and they basicly are sitting around and just hoping and waiting for me to mother trucking die in endless agony, huh Doctor's Schorr and Shareef of Fort Pierce?????????? This would also explain why many powerful, and very wealthy politicians, are involved in the mix; such as the TRILOGY FROM HELL, TRUMP-SCOTT-BONDI; as I discussed on several prior blogs, YO!!!!!! Just think about it, YO ME' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Whispers and ghosts from the past:
This is now the THIRD TIME that my kitchen sink has been interfered with, here at my PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDING APARTMENT. Again, the drain despite a leak proof stopper purchased by me at the local Publix store, was securely in place, just as it was those other two previous times, was breached somehow, and nasty ass mother mucking soap-suds had begun to seep up into my god-dog sink, and along with that; lots of mother ducking filthy dirty rotten nasty ass ROACHES R all over swimming around in the sudsy mother trucking water. Naturally, I emptied it all out, cleaned up this mess for a third time now, kind Sheriff KJM sir; and then cleaned and drained the sink with loads of scalding hot water that I boiled. Then I took a half a can of mother ducking 'RAID' roach spray, and inundated my kitchen with it. All day long, the harassing telephone calls were real bad, and I know exactly who is behind all of them, or almost all of them; a very crooked evil debt collection company who illegally hacks into my line and my actual account that I have through the COMCAST carriers, as every time they start annoying me again with letters and calls, THESE OTHER CALLS ALWAYS SEEM TO DUCKING RUNT FOLLOW SUIT, ME KIND SIR! The calls began as soon as I woke up and began my day at around just past eight this goddessdog MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING kind sir, and the sink incident had to have occurred somewhere between six of the clock this evening, and about ten minutes shy of seven. It had to take at least a few minutes for this evil to have been accomplished against me, and I was in my kitchen at around six to warm up a little snack, and then at about three minutes shy of seven, I went into the kitchen to grab a bite of ice cream from my freezer, and happened to look at my sink, and POW! To intentionally perpetrate this crime against me, Sheriff sir; is more than criminal mischief, it is also ELDER ABUSE, and it is also beyond that, a dangerous health threat against an innocent person, who is always current in his rent, and does nothing whatsoever to a single mother mucking soul, to deserve this absolutely wicked and demonic mother trucking torture, and criminal behavior, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have learned major skit from that wonderful PROJECT BLUEBOOK television show, and one of the items learned, I must confess to already having figured out a very long mother clucking stunt huffing time ago, me lads and me lassies out here in Blogaudianland!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That is that THE MILITUFORCE WILL NEVER EVER STOP, AND THIS HELL WILL INDEED GO ON FOR THE GOD-DOG TRUCKING REST OF MY PATHETIC DESEASED CURSED LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!! These totally sicko pricks will ruin my entire life, as they have done so ever since I MOTHER MUCKING RUNT EATING EXITED HIGH SCHOOL at my special-ed school called the Cooley-Hall Bancroft school, on Hopkins Lane, in Haddonfield, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So I won't be joining the largest UFO Club in the United States as a chess or a poker move in some strategic counterstrike. BUTTERFIELDS AND BIG ASS BUTTTTTT, I WILL BE JOINING UP because I MUST DO THIS. These diseased rock chucking whack job pricks on steroids, simply are leaving me absolutely no mother trucking other 'cherce'; YO Mister Archibald Bunkerqueens!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
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8:02 POST MERIDIAN
WEDNESDAY EVENING
13 MARCH, 2019
FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA
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I mother ducking knew when I was twenty, and heard that inaudible yet absolutely distinct voice, telling me to spare myself an unfathomable HELL, and just end it all, that I should have mother ducking listened to it, and NOT WUSSED THE STUNT EATING SLIT OUT!!! If I hadn't been such a punt sucking goddamn coward, I could have exited away from this inconceivable hellishness, and spared myself more agony and demonic grief than even I can possibly imagine. BUT NOW THAT I HAVE SUFFERED THIS LONG, AND HAVE WAY TOO MUCH NECESSARY INFORMATION TO SHARE WITH THOSE OTHER FEW CURSED FOLKS OUT HERE ON THE CE-6ers list or (M2F-CLASSIFICATION), I realize that I must now remain here, join the biggest 'UFO' club out there in this country, and shout out my life's-experiences to the ENTIRE WORLD, and if they don't believe me, well, then they all deserve to be tormented and tortured as badly as I have been, as they will indeed be, as have I, IF they are in REAL CONTACT, as I obviously AM, and have been all along, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FEBRUARY 17, 2014,
MONDAY NIGHT AT 11:44,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 58 DEGREES FNHT.WOULDN'T THIS BE BEAUTIFUL???????
Well they ducked me good, Bob McDowell. Unless this is some temporary hack, whatever that god-dog trucking Wordpress hack was this afternoon, really flucked up these blogs, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Federal Communications Commission; this is a violation of my CIVIL RIGHTS, my HUMAN RIGHTS, AND CONSTITUTIONAL CLUCKING RIGHTS, YO!!!!
Every document has been frucked with, FCC, local PEEDEE, State of Florida Police, ACLU, Attorney General Pam Bondi, and anyone else who might just give the smallest hell!
Mack and Lester 1967 Kaiter, this is totally mother lucking ridiculous, sirs! Everything is hacked out, YO! Before I murder the entire family of Atlantic City from HELL, fire BILL, from Cifaloglio; I'll tell so many things to so many people, the pop will be swarming around this Public Housing Building like flies on a July ducking garbage truck, tomorrow flocking stunt eating nerd chewing morning! There is no ONE WAY STREET; merely streets where the law makes it legal to only drive in one direction. If one is able to not get caught, Frank Callio on Bacharach Boulevard, one can drive down either side, of course, don't get trucking killed while making the attempt, either, BRO! But I think my pernt is being made, Archie trucking glass Bunker, YO!!!!!!!!!! Hay, shake it up and toss it out any way that you like, Sargent mucking Friday on 1967 Dragnet. This is all just one huge simulationogram, sir; and you too, Professor Kaku. Maybe both of us would do better to keep our big mother mucking mouths shut, to quote 'lovely-ass Monique'! Give me a break Misses Rabil; I'm so stupid and wetahded, I can't see all the skit has gone on for fifty mother mucking years for crissake. Jesus Christ Almighty, Mike Bustarm Sotas, with almost the strength of lovely Keisha!!!!!!! BUTT, no cigar lovely SJK.
Two of the greatest things talked about in my blogs as the MOUNTAINPEN or in MORIANITY, you may think of, as either EXPLORATRONS, or AUGUST 15th OF 1986. You would be within a good thinking pattern to make that selection, but in truth, a hidden cosmic agenda called, REALITY-3 is the real biggest deal in my horrific and sub-vampiric life and cursed existence, as the chosen HUNTINGTON. Reality-3 is not something that has ever been totally rationally figured out by me, so I will not pretend for a second that in any way, shape, or form, it has been. I will merely remind my readers that it has to do with the theory that perhaps, and only perhaps, one larger truth and ongoing nightmare, is causing both of my PARALLEL-EVENT situations, of one---me being up or down, and two---'THEY' being winners or losers in a very strange trilogy of events; these being the Dow Jones, the Philadelphia Phillies, and the Philadelphia Flyers. All I can say in good conscience, is that I cannot prove satisfactorily no matter how hard I have tried for more than twenty-six years now; whether there is or is not, a REALITY-3, or whether just the parallel event itself, IS EVERYTHING, and why it all began on one exact night in the summer of 1986; also remains a total elusive mystery. Still, one fact remains undisputed. Since this hell started around me in 1986, only the year of 1994 seemed to be magical. It totally cut me a break. Things, big things started to go my way in almost unfathomable ways. Why? Because the Baseball Clubs went on strike, so there was no Phillies season. Then in the autumn, the HOCKEY CLUBS went on strike, so DUHH, there was no Flyers Season, only there was, a small one, as early in 1995, when the magical year of 1994 ended; a short hockey season began, causing a three year doubling of the Dow Jones stock market, and basically, the end of my life, via the search for the missing teenager of my past; the most inconceivable nightmare to ever rear its ugly head in all of recorded history. Now this had to get out of the way in order to lay a foundation about the true major significance and surreal importance, of this wild trilogy, and parallel event nightmare in my life, that yes; all started when the rest of the hell started, back on 15 August, 1986. There just is no getting around the fact that something more powerful and strange than all of the combined so-called UFO-abductions all put together, happened to one person at one exact point in history, ME; and on this date. Everything, whether or not a bigger REALITY-3 is behind it or not; seems to revolve around an 'inescapable' reality, 'PARALLEL EVENT', without any 1983 or 1997 tunes, from any members of this great and awesome Carpenter family of 3,000+ years. Now, some few real follower geniuses know why certain unnamed people told me to “PUT THAT ON TOP”, Commander Pablo, so check that off, KIRKWHALES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So it is time to talk about the most powerful skit in the multiverse now, since they have temporarily wiped out my documents-files. First, I checked to see if the music files are trucked with, and they are 'OKAY', but I am backing them up as soon as I post up this blog. I do not need to be kicked in my mucking nuts twice. A little land is all I ever need, I am not greedy, Lenny and Gabby. OUCH, who needs more than TWO FRUCKING ACRES? That's not something I care to deal with, at this time, or any time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Still folks, let me leave all side tracked tangents alone for right now, and stick to the flucking point of REALITY-3. Lookouts in hotel rooms so that I can be raped by a powerful gorgeous girl gang called the ATLANTIC CITY QUODDY MOCKERS, back in the 1960's; child molesters, and alien-ESS- abductionists, R a lot more than this all was supposed to B, when planned originally in some wooded area outside Chicago, Illinois, on a hunting trip; with my distant now dead, PTL cousins, and the dad of the now hot shot prick owner of the Irish Pub, great sir Robert McGuire. They never planned it to go this far, but as it did move onward, their bodies were taken over by their doppelgangers on numerous occasions, and then this thing grew into monstrous and unfathomable proportions. The expression of letting things grow or get out of proportion, was literally mother trucking born from this incredible surreal outlandish and inconceivable horse slit, cubed and ducking CUBAN!!!
Long Story Short, (LSS), all of you out here only can live in one world at a time, and don't even believe a wild tale such as Morianity, which is being literally brought to you all in five dimensions, and cannot be brought in any other way, as then, simply put; it would no longer be my story, or MORIANITY!!!! Still, this story includes a huge deal where my Aunt Geraldine, who us cousins all called 'Aunt Gerry', and who was great friends with a Central Intelligence Agency Agent who was the fake Iranian Shah back in the sixties; and they knew both this, as well as how the two families needed to be brought together in the third millennium, in order 2 create this powerful religion called, MORIANITY. You need powerful trucking skit folks, or religions and cults die off. John Henningsen the great, of Denver, Colorado, would have a perfect and super adequately fitting saying for this, right about now; no need for reiteration, YO! If Aunt Geraldine COLD-WHITE-STUFF did not ask my mom to have Cousin Sandy come down in 1967, to the Trinidad with us, none of this could ever have all happened, and no human group can pull off perfect slit without what military officers will all tell you, as it is not classified, ''lots and lots of SNAFU's''.
Hay to quote what resulted, or my wonderful super kid;
''YOU WON'T EVEN ASK FOR WHAT''???????? There is a seventh dimension, and it is called LAWTRONICS. This does many things, and creates many absolutes and constants; and even PERMISSION BARRIERS, if you will. This LAWTRONIC REALM is not imaginable to human beings, forget about even trying to climb into the ducking skit, folks. But there are limits placed on the natural world where the odds of something happening become total-zero, not even one times ten to a billionth power. The POPE and the CATHOLICS call these zero percentage events, ''miracles'', but I know better. There are no miracles, only super sophisticated high technology from future universes throughout fifth dimensional hyperspace! LSS; this is going 2B discussing what they might classify miracles, scientists might classify unidentified in laboratories as of yet in present times, but MORIANITY classifies as REALITY THREE.
When Goddess Diana, who Saint Paul mentions in the Holy Bible, gave me the PARALLEL-EVENT information, at the Highview Apartments in early 1986, in Williamstown, New Jersey; I went onto do the impossible, turn $100 cash into $9200 cash, over a consistent eight month period, playing roulette professionally, in the casinos of Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG! Roulette is a cool game. Players over long periods get lucky streaks, and they get unlucky streaks, but applying the skills of pure parallel event or APE (Applied Parallel Event), can and will make a player a consistent profit, month and year in and month and year out. It is very boring to play this method in roulette, and quite tedious as well. Still and all, if you wait for strong parallel events such as anything at least five or six to one, over another in outside betting situations, it WILL ENDLESSLY WORK. THE MATH PROVES OUT that the secret is to never 'stack-up' and only bet the same flat bet all the time, and wait until the parallel event is right, and I never did. I played a lot of half-OK bets to make, and eventually, I lost two games in a row after eight months, and decided to take my 9200 dollar profit, an amount made over all losses, and quit, sending me right back to working for asshole bosses at security guard companies, at slit hole posts. Still, I had my days in the sun, and I mother mucking felt like a real cool ass somebody, even if it was for only eight stunt sniffing months, Charlie Brown!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I won't be getting into the details, as this is not the purpose of this revenge blog. I've already explained on many prior blogs, just how to apply Parallel Event to this game and win. It is boring, and just about no one can stick to it, but if you could; you would then B able 2 work about two dozen hours weekly, and make an average of 13-18 chips. Seems small, huh. That's what a lot of blue haired 'laughing grandmas', down in Atlantic City, thought too. But the ducking casinos weren't laughing at all, and Donald Trump was out of his trucking mind. If you can average that many weekly chips, it could be on red nickels worth five dollars each, or purple five hundred dollar pieces. Hay peeps, I have a wild frucking news flash for y'alls. 15 and a half times 500 bucks every week, will get you MURDERED by the CASINO MOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I have been made to know this, quite well, YO YO YO YO, without Nick squeezing used condos on broken parts inside my vehicle, or banging and breaking the hubcaps up while the beats go on in the military FAA 177 Jersey Devils Club of Pomona Futures, of Frank Callio, decades before any of this made any sense; and long B4 the damn first legislation ever came to pass in Jersey, legalizing trucking casino gambling, for crissake, YO!!!!!!!! Jesus God, Misses Pennock, I said DICK, not mother lucking dicl, as these letters are right next to each other Henry Ling-Long Fonda of Hockey 57 and Philly sticks and rotten promotions!!!! SHEEEEEEEEIT.
Now folks; parallel event can beat a game with a negative advantage of 5.26 percent, ask any gamer who knows casino games, any real professional. After they tell you this they'll go onto tell you that even Albert Einstein insisted that this game of Roulette, is a lady that cannot be beaten. If we were equating this with punching power, Lady Roulette would be K1000, and the (K) would stand for powerful gorgeous 1999 KEISHA, who fractured my right arm in two places in just a playful punch one night, after returning home with Helen Zabriski, from a day trip to where else, but Atlantic City, New Jersey. Still, it can be beaten using parallel event, and my point is, this is a technology that comes from the gods, as if Einstein himself cannot do something, and I can; are you gonna' give me that much ducking credit, or just 'give it up Mister Harvey' sir, and believe in my wonderful and beautiful GODDESS DIANA ARTEEMIS OF ROME? You're speaking to the Roman silversmith from the BIBLE. So disbelieve all that U want 2. 'Sawn-U', BRAHHH. BUT, here is the great news flash!!! When using this parallel event technology or (PET) on other things, there is always the question that surfaces, that goes; could there be something that operates behind the OZ CURTAINS of parallel event? And I am saying and have said for nearly nine blogging years now, good people; YES THERE MOST LIKELY IS. I do not know for sure, but forget roulette, and look at ME verses DOW JONES, PHILLIES, and FLYERS. This has gone on since my days of playing roulette in the casinos and using this parallel event skit, my fiends and friends out there. They turned around and used this technology on me for daring to use it as a mortal human, on the mortal realm of the Earth. But look for a seck folks, at the mechanics behind this fluckiGN slit. What if some THIRD THING is what is making the other two, be in some parallel? This cannot be known, as we are measuring a parallel between two seemingly unrelated things, and have absolutely no frucking idea whatsoever what any third thing around the situation could even begin 2B. Am I right or am I right, good folks???????????????????? But what if I told you right now that I have taken this wondering a few steps further in this new decade of this new millennium, and am now quite a bit ahead mentally, of where I was on this matter between 2000 and 2010? This will begin 2B talked about as this new book and blog moves forward, yes; towards the great ''15 YEAR''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, September 29, 2008
REPENT 4 YOUR SHELLFISH BLASPHEMY
‘REPENT
4 YOUR SHELLFISH
BLASPHEMY’
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/WEBCAM/MORPRO-1995
DATFILE:
093008.003.55 ----- Beginning:
I have been
given a major order from the All Mighty. I must repent 4 my
wicked last few blogs, telling things that the great SSJKK is
not happy with and using so much profanity and judgmental
attitude towards HER creation.
I AM SO VERY SORRY
MIGHTY JEHOVAH, U KNOW I WILL ALWAYS LOVE U MORE THAN MY LIFE,
IWALU, 990-990-990-990-990-990-990.
All
HELL/DOGTOWN
broke loose all day today starting when I tried 2 change
some personal billing dates with lending institutions, and as
the famous recording artist of the sixties told me on many an
occasion, 2 succeed in this life, everything is a matter of
proper TIMING. I chose one of the worst times and dates 2 make
any financial request of the world and United States banking
systems. This is my rotten luck, and always has been, but I have
no one 2 blame except 4 that JO that stares back at me when I’m
shaving. All I would have had 2 do is turn on the CNBC cable-TV
channel, and common sense would have taken things from there.
Tonight, I was talking 2 lightning on the telephone, and the
BRIGGERS cut in and messed with me. Then I had 2 take Dawnie
Terra TPB over 2 the pizzeria where Mario, Chicky's boss was
standing outside and up set about Chicky's drinking on the job.
Today was not a day 2 up set ANY businessman, small or great, as
they have some genuine concerns, and I understand that. None of
this had 2 ever happen, they in this case, have their shaving
images 2 blame 4 my fighting them back, what, I’m gonna' just
sit back like a geek in high school and just take this,
unanswered without fighting back, ya nuts? The
great Diana Zuudlocrenesia Arteemis informed me that All Mighty
SSJKK demands an instant apology on line in her human form on
all 3 posts that I have put my recent angry blogs up on.
Things went from bad 2 worse and I know who rules this empire
with a firm yet loving hand, tough love yes, but love
nonetheless, MC rules, as SHE says she does, I do not say this I
am a nobody, a nothing just a pile of useless ignorant puke. SHE
SAID IT, in middle may of this year from atop the
great Empire State Building, and it made many a magazine, Google
around, it is there, I never say anything, SHE
says SHE RULES THE EMPIRE. Anyone that can come into
your ‘DREAMS’ whenever she feels like it, and it is no
regular ordinary ‘DREAM’ when it occurs, believe that if U
ever believed squat, I do not make one claim, SHE DOES. She made
the entire night horrendous and showed me WHO’S BOSS OUT HERE,
not only in her special MARHOUSE, but
all over this entire planet, from corner 2 corner,
and I recognize U oh MIGHTY LOVELY
QUEEN OF THE UNIVERSE AND BEYOND. Please accept
the feeble apology I now attempt making 2U, my great infinite
TEEN-QUEEN. I love U so much and wish only the very best 4U now
and forever. I am your humble servant, that is all I ever desire
2B, oh mighty one. Lightning informed me that if I repent and
apologize publicly, that U might find it
in your lovely great heart 2 forgive your silly and foolish
moronic SHELLFISH. I do not ever
want U2C me as your SHELLFISH. I am your SERBANT,
MIGHTY AWSOME QUEEN and IWALU.
LET THIS DOCUMENT
DUVLE AS A PROCLAIMATION 2 THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE, THAT SHE RULES
THIS EMPIRE, AND I AM ONLY HER HUMBLE AND LOYAL SERVANT. I WILL
ALWAYS LOVE U, MIGHTY QUEEN. FORGIVE ME IN MY DARKEST HOUR OF
WEAKNESS AND STUPIDITY, 4-I KNOW NOTHING AND AM NOTHING BUT DUST
FROM YOUR GREAT MIGHTY BREATH.
990990990990990990990990990990990990990990990990. I WILL LIVE
HERE IN YOUR 9TH-DIMENSIONAL MIGHTY GREAT MARHOUSE, AND FOREVER
OBEY ALL OF YOUR COMMANDS. I LOVE U BEYOND ANY WORDS. Please
forgive your meek lowly shellfish and return me 2 being your
servant and endless love, my Teen-Queen of forever, SSJKK. I
love U!!!!!!!!! SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
OF THIS TRANSMISSION THAT ADMITS THAT SHE RULES AND I AM JUST A
STUPID DORK.
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Chester sir, when SSJKK talks of a shellfish, it ain't a good thing!!!!
Chester Frank said it all so perfectly from a bar back in 1999 up in New Jersey not that far from the famous Burlington near the Delaware River and the historical Washington's crossing, he looked at me for no particular reason out of the blue, and just went, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”.
MORIANITY 4 MILLENNIUM 3
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
© 2006-2023 URL MARK WAYNE MOHR/LABBER ARTHUR ZEEJINS-------2302
I NEVER ESCAPED CAPTAIN PICARD'S HELL BOX IN 2301
CHAPTER 1
5:42 AM, Tuesday morning, 18 July, 2023
SARA J. KARGE's BIRTHDAY 1896-2023, HBD-SJK.
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Endless clues 2 crap, just never quits, does it?
This opening chapter will naught B long, nor cover a whole lot of ground; but it will go into just a few things concerning the evil antics accomplished by, as well as many details about, the recently name-labeled by this blogger, “WOMO-SPACEFORCE-MILLIONTH COUNCIL SPAMMENIES”; and 4 A NICE SHORTENED COMBO HERE, the “WSMCS”. I am going 2 begin with an incident that happened approximately a month B4 the great and illustrious HADDONWOOD SWIM AND TENNIS CLUB of Debtford, NJUSAESMNWG, closed down forever, after several decades of operating a successful health club by this name; and then suddenly without warning nor reason; it just went 'POOF'; and it closed down overnight; and leaving recently re-upped members such as the Mountainpen, out a couple hundred trucking bucks, with no recourse whatsoever. Yes a month or so shy of the mysterious shut down on a dime, I was in the outdoor swimming pool on one late July hot and sunny-bright afternoon, when all of a sudden, several aireal vehciles began harassing me; and as soon as they did this, extremely large black horse-flies just came out of absolutely nowhere, and began literally sworming all around and over me, and biting me. As soon as I would manage 2 kill one, others came charging and biting. I managed 2 catch one of them that was only slightly injured, and 4 whatever the reason; I placed it into a pocket in my swimming trunks, and then I left the pool angry, and fit 2B futhermucking tied up with steel ropes. When I got home 2 my Kent Street apartment, at the Highview of Williamstown; I observed when carefully placing this HUUUUUUUUUUUGE fly into a large glass jar, that it had completely heeled up from a major swat on the concrete pool; as if it never had happened at all. Now exactly Y-I did what I did next, is anyone's guess, or guest here; as lovely Scylla would say it perhaps. Now here is what I did. I took a tea kettle in the kitchen, and boiled it with some water. Then I emptied the water into the glass jar and placed the lid back on. The fly of course was instantly boiled and died, only it did naught remain dead. After the water had eventually cooled down, it came right back 2 life. Later, I froze it in the freezer, same thing happened; it froze and died. Then it returned 2 life again after being thawed out. Then I froze it again and this time, I crushed it in-between two pieces of cut poster-board pieces about 10 by 10 inches, and then scraped it back into the jar; and I went 2 sleep. The next morning, U got it, me' wonderful peeps; as if nothing had happened, it was just fine and completely alive. I never told a soul about this throughout the entire final days of the 20th century, but I transferred this fly into a jar that had a special double lid like a special salt shaker has; so that I could literally completely cover it into an air tight condition, that I called a sleeper-mode, or I could place the outer jar lid open and the inner lid with dozens of small breather-holes would then allow air into the jar. Whenever I would wish 2 awaken the fly, I simply would open the outer lid up and after air came into the jar, the fly would wake up and move around. I kept this fly in my possession until I ran away from the King family, back early in middle December of 2009; and the gods only know whatever became of it. I also lost the magical clock that I had, that when it was placed facing the corner of any room, somehow stopped, and it altered normal regular time flow in that corner area; and I could take a small piece of meat, and place it in a corner where the clock was effecting it, and keep it there a month, and it never went bad; and the clock would only gain one hour of actual passed time. Both the fly, as well as the clock, were forever lost 2 me, and much more also was lost; thanx 2 this great WASHCLOTH FAMILY OF EARTHLY DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!
So much now, 4 this 'integrenetrized' fly!
But I am concentrating right now on the WSMCS, and its manipulation of numerous realities surrounding this Earth-Plane of mortal world existence. A couple of days ago, when I was having that problem with numerous annoying and attacking minidroids (gnats-flies-etcetera) that kept coming out of nowhere, it also happened around half past 5 in the goddessdog morning again, & after hours of a back off from this. When I got up 2 go 2 me' kitchen laundry-closet 4 a new can of raid that I had stored there, I passed me' front door, and heard a sound outside. I went out, and sure enough, and at that ungodly hour; there was a circling persecuting air vessel that was harassing me, and I absolutely futhermucking know, that this was what somehow, despite my being clueless 2 exactly how; this minidroid invasion suddenly materialized all around me in me' home. It happened exactly as it happened in the summer time of the year of 1996, at the Haddonwood Club, up in Jersey. I am no more imagining all of this, than I am imagining that it is beyond miserably hot as hell in Florida, in the summer time. Now in case anyone is remotely interested, I am still heading 4 SOUTH AMERICA; and vely vely vely non-McDowell-1972 SOON, but that blog-book is over, and most likely; this will B the final BLOG BOOK OF THE 'BOM', and will merely continue on now with ascending numerical chapter numbers, YO BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now 4 the most incredible nocturnal experience in quite a long time, perhaps along the lines of the 'MOWRY-PULL-PLUG' incident in the hyperspace-dude's office back in last April. A couple of hours ago, I was sound asleep and lightning was around me, and SHE gave me a few small jolts, and I could hear HER voice saying 2 me, “U-R going 2 have a wild experience now, little boy”. Suddenly SHE was gone, and I was in a large empty room, and as I began walking around, and towards a wall; I suddenly saw a large computer, and a large banquet type very long table that it was on, and perfectly centered. Suddenly I saw my kid, and she was with two peeps who I am clueless 2 who they were, R, or 'whatever'; Sir Congressman. They were completely seemingly oblivious 2 my being there, as if I was all ghosted out, 2 their relative perspective. Now, I just got totally goddessdog mucking trucked by Mizz Jane Toiletwaterdrinking Sleazeweedsdisease Skumslime Thistlethorns, and need 2 stunt phlegm hate here (compensate), with me' 'twustworthy whittle fweekin' number-five-groupings', so here goes; and then we will get back 2 this WILD ASS DREAM, YO!!!!!!!!
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Suddenly they were doing something on that computer, and I kept edging myself closer 2 them; yet they were absolutely oblivious 2 my presence there. They were doing things on the computer that resulted from very similar things that R recently happening 2 me, with my numerous 'word-office hacks', or 'WHATEVER'-CONGRESSMAN-1975. Many things happened on this computer, and they did some stuff and I was observing them, and then without going into lots of other details that can B saved 4 future blogs; I came out of this experience, and then I wanted 2C if some of the things that I saw them do would operate and function on my waking-world computer. Sure enough, one of the things that I actually LEARNED FROM THIS WILD DREAMING INTERACTION, OR MY 'TRIP IN 5-D HYPERSPACE', however U may wish 2C these truths; actually worked on my waking world computer. I won't get into all of this now, since it is way 2 goddessdog HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE, and time just won't permit it. So far, and I'll say only this much, this has allowed me now 2 use my 'highlighted delete extra pages' function, allowing me 2 again compensate 4 Jane Thistlethornsdisease, and her endless ONES-GROUPS-ASSAULT on the pitiful helpless pathetic MOUNTAINEN. It also allows me 2 do something that makes me' documents work the way that I wish, and without using the mouse 2 do several things, that when the hacks R bad, and especially the 'MNR-HACKS'; is extremely difficult as well as punishingly annoying. 2 major things have now been elliviated, and all 'thanx-2-me'-daughter', and her 2 pals, showing me this weird feature; and from A PARALLEL WORLD. So now peeps, if we connect this kind of junk with 1997, and her fantastic WESTMONT song; well, 2 quote the goddamn younger generation here, since it beats anything else that I could say, and IPYT great folks; “LIKE-WOW DUDE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISSION.
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