I NEVER ESCAPED CAPTAIN PICARD'S HELL BOX IN 2301
CHAPTER 14
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LIGHTNING treated 'HER little boy', me, like a total prince yesterday the 31st day in July. SHE came over around 3 or so in the afternoon, and SHE stayed with me 4 several hours, flashing continuous extremely colorful bolts of absolutely beyond ravishing and gorgeous shapes and designs, all throughout the skies surrounding me' ole' residence, YO wonderful kind folks out there in Cyberville. Yesterday managed 2 do another miraculous thing 4 the poor pitiful helpless and defenseless whittle Mister Mountainpen. By the day not being a BOTBAR, it broke a horrendous months long pattern of dependability 4 final days of months always being horrible ass BOTBARS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!! Thank U so vely much my awesome beautiful wonderful BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was wondering Y the news peeps were naught saying zip nada zilch goose-eggs 4 the past 3-5 weeks about the most recent nasty-ass hike in gasoline prices, and then last night's news FINALLY talked about this ever plagueing situation that this nation seems forever impotent 2 resolve the issue with 4 so many nasty rotten international reasons, most likely. Hey, I ain't no politician and I sure ain't no monster brain with all of the answers such as was according 2 at least HER, the great Almighty and vely-vely beautiful, Mizz 'Daeling' Patricia H. Hollister H. Oh Sir Bob McDowell, what would I do without the both of U's, YO BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR?????????????
DEATH-ANGEL assaults have been EXTRA MAJOR ASS BAD RECENTLY by the way, me' kind awesome kind folks. 4 the past week or close 2 it, following all those horrendous ass death sieges including some major HAVANA SONIC DEATH WEAPON ATTACKS ON ME BY WOMO-SPACEFORCE; my bowels have been bad and I've been almost living with constant continuous toilet attacks. Today finally seems 2B a wee bit better after awakening around just past 1 this AM after a nice five hour rest. WOW-THAT, YO!
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN
CHART BELOW IS NOT PRESENT DAY REFLECTING ANY CONDITIONS, SINCE THOSE OLD DAYS SYSTEMS SEEMINGLY HAVE ALL BECOME TOTALLY DEACTIVATED BY THE 'BDC OWNERS', AS WELL AS MANY OF ME' PHOTO-IMAGES THAT HAVE ALL BEEN ALSO COMPLETELY DEACTIVATED. This includes lovely images of great white sharks, lovely giant waterfalls, cloud formations, Weather-Bug systems, Jupiter Lighthouse, a nice charter school with moon-lights in Saint Lucie-County in Flowerland-USA, and the list literally could go on and on right smack dab into boredom-cubed and CUBAN-HAVANA death sonics. The Y-2 it all is simply as piss juice 2 figure out and most of U out here know it all only 2 dern ass well, and I know that U all do. Anything 2 endlessly keep the poor ole' pathetic helpless whittle Mountainpen endlessly down and out and beyond sub-poverty stricken 4 an entire lifetime as well as keep him in endless lacking in all credibility so that anything he ever says or any claims that that he may ever make, will B taken with a laughing grain of sand on a vely polluted ugly beach right off of some defunct nuke plant property somewhere where no one has swam in decades!!!!!!!! It is all so dern simple 2-C and realize, but 4 those who choose 2 endlessly C this simple reality, well, then they won't, and it is really and honestly as simple as all of that, oh benevolent kind wonderful illustrious folks out there, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! All that can as well as should B added here now is a famous late 20th century line from the great and marvelous roomie that I once had in Sir Guthrie Short's mansion at 231 Route 73 South in Blue Anchor, NJUSAESMWG. And it goes like thissssssss, lovely Mizz Erica Luccisnakes from 1983: WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes world, that nice old and now long gone popularity shade-ratio chart from the Blogger Dot Com (BDC) dashboard, no longer is part of present-day reality, but I can still always paste in past results, and here is just one whittle example here below, YO, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA Mister McNulty Sir.
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THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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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!!!!!!!!!!!! Some things truly R impossible 2 ever forget, such as transdimensional Nick telling a coworker at a shopping mall, about me tape decks. Also it is hard 2 forget his ability and his true grit and utter nerve also called BALLS, 2 take a mallet 2 me' hubcap while I was inside of a joint getting a psychic reading back in middle 1996 and while at Highview. Could U all forget stuff like this if were all going down around U, oh marvelous and understanding great peeps out there in Cyberville????????????????????????????
NO, I am not suffering through any psychotic delusions, and yes I do have this knowledge. A resident manager 2 an apartment building 4 senior citizens, where I did work as a security officer around the turn of the decade of the eighties, into the nineties of the prior century; caught another guard intentionally engaging me in conversations after first hiding a micro cassette recorder in the desk drawer in this building’s lobby. He knew of my plight, the manager that is, and the guard somewhat, but Nate, the resident manager told me that night B4 he went to bed 4 the night, as I was on the '11-7 AM' work shift, “I thought U were a total nut case up until today, and now I want U2 stay away from my wife, and me, and our kid. I no longer think U-R crazy at all. I totally believe U” I stared in disbelief and simply asked him what had occurred to bring this sudden shift of thought pattern into his mind. He said back 2 me B4 walking away and shutting his apartment door and never again speaking 2 me, “When I-C one security guard, secretly recording another security guard, after witnessing him intentionally baiting U into several conversations this past week, well; that did it, so lets leave it there; k?” No sir/mam, you’ll just have 2 forgive me when I tell U that I am not deluded nor psychotic, nor mentally ill; at least no more than would B expected after surviving the worst life imaginable, and beyond the sick mind of Hitler himself.
I
have talked about the aerial harassment used on me since 1986, and
ever since it started happening, as well as on copyrighted musical
projects since those times and the later 2 follow internet blogs of
my handle used as a blogger, the Mountainpen. It did naught take me a
whole lot of time 2 also realize and recognize that some of these
planes were the very same ones used over and over again, such as the
two most annoying ones during real long bouts of 'WOMO-SPACEFORCE
OTAMMIC DEATH SIEGES',
and labeled by me as the UGLY-PLANE and the FIGHTER PLANE. Many times
these and others seemingly R following and stalking me throughout not
just locations here on this globe, but obviously THROUGHOUT TIME
ITSELF, as otherwise, they would age and wear out, and yet, these
same vehicles R used over and over through numerous decades of
futhermucking time, folks, and I promise U all that this is
completely ass true. In just one example of my blog writing, it goes
like this: The same plane has been dogging me
off and on since the end of last weekend, and over the guard station
last Sunday, the winds were too high and strong 4 the legal flying of
normal small planes. I know all of the wind and altitude rules and
regs, as I make it my bizz 2 know; so I can say something is indeed a
violation, and that these dirt bags R messing with and persecuting
me, straight 2 my death grave, only it does
not exist, 4 me. Muzak teasing is
off the scale major at every store I go into, and the Cat
of Callioville, is also messing with me big time. If I had
my way, no entertainment world stuff would ever B on, and I would
ignore them totally. They impress me like 55
tons of ugly stinky loose moose and goose gross, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! Many things R however quite accurate
that I have told 2 this world, and some will always need reevaluating
2 quote lovely Latengrate Mizz Donna summer, our great favorite disco
queen of the seventies. I simply cannot always get stuff right all
the time as many things R indeed being endlessly KEPT FROM ME and
from my extremely limited abilities 2 ever get 2 the bottom of so
many of me' endless dern woe-whiz-me troubles. So throughout me'
blogs, I amend and also make admitted retractions and revisions, and
am naught afraid 2 tell U all these things. Right now as a matter of
fact, I have A
RETRACTION 2 PRINT, about Jim
Whealon, the Mayor of ACNJUSAESMWG,
B4 Levy and Langford. I
assumed things and misunderstood things that my very good friend Mizz
Ann King Silva had said 2 me. B4-I go on with this topic,
they tried 2 stop me from sending my most
recent project 2 the UNITED STATES LIBRARY OF CONGRESS OFFICE OF
COPYRIGHTS yesterday, by knocking out Ed’s computer completely,
as soon as I called the © office on the telephone, and found out
that I could download a PA [performing-Arts] copyright form and use
the printed out sheets, as I misplaced my “copyright” files, and
needed 2 get it off in the mail yesterday, 4 extremely personal
reasons that Apollo-Lucifer-Dirtbagshithead,
knows all 2 well. I hate HIS miserable trucking guts, and all
though I am madly in love with his twin sister Diana
Zudlecronessia Arteemis, HE and
his Briggers, or the LAMBRIGG CULT @ THE BRIGGBASE IN THE OLYMPIAN
PROVINCE, ON THE ASTRAL PLANE; make me miserable, with their
MILLIONTH COUNCIL-MO continual attacks and various kinds of wicked
vicious shit day and night in my infinite life humanly, in the great
HS, HYPERSPACE. U all C in consciousness, a line in time,
instead of the spacial reality that we all dream-down from our
spiritual or astral-being-ness, which is an original dream-down that
is out and away from the only truth which is the VOID INFINITY. The
gods R frucking with me, and Ed can believe whatever he wants;
but the font changes were not done by me, &
they just started occurring. What U call on Earth, Satan and
the devil, or God the All Mighty, R powerful astral plane gods; and
if U would believe me, U would then B on your way towards seeing many
other big time truths happening all around all of us, and our
pathetic sick diseased twisted wicked world. The daytime television
serial decades ago, Dark Shadows,
showed this cult and its leader, SATAN, call it what the hell ever,
Nick Blair called him by one of his more obscure names of Diabolis.
This is where our English word diabolical
comes from. The plot may indeed B purely a random chance coincidence,
but it is real, and is Y forces led Mr.
Frid, the one whom played the part
of BARNABAS COLLINS,
the main character of the show; 2 suddenly develop an interest in
returning to New York Vaudeville work, and basically ended the
show on a very sudden and abrupt note. The Leviathans did not like,
or should I say the Lamist Cult from the
Briggbase, at and on the phase 2 realities on the ASTRAL
PLANE, in the GREAT CAPITOL PROVINCE OF
OLYMPIA. Remember Shadows fans; the whole deal when Jeb
Hawks and his Leviathan’s, under the control of Satan and his
henchman on Earth, Nicholas Blair, were attempting to regain and
seize power and control over the Earth MW or PHYSICAL PLANE, as the
great ECKANKAR SOUND AND LIGHT
RELIGION would label it, and the Wall
Street guru Skylar Rumson, whose stocks all crashed after
'Nicky' and 'Lucy' turned off the power
manipulator that was blessing them?? If this all was
a huge coincidence television show, then who am I-2 argue
this point? I am not buying it for one astral minper. The show was
super successful, and then bang zap zonk bam crash Adam West and
Batman; it is off the air one day without so much as a whisper of
freaking notice!!!!!!!!!!!! All of this is real and not a bit
fictional. I have lived through a nightmare that supports that this
is all totally real and true, and I will testify in any legal
proceedings in a court of law, at any time and any place; oh lovely
Doctor Donna Dags. There is just way 2 much 2 expand on presently in
this area, and this is what another future blog is there 4, so
'stay-C' tuned pweeeeeze!!!!!!! Of course up here 16 years in the
future from this blog in 2023's July, I have told way way way way
more about this incredible show, including my mom's lover-boy the
mayor, my neighbor lady in the Westmont apartment and her nephew/son,
and the camp counselor actor at my Northeast, Maryland-USA camp,
called Camp Chesapeake, along with names of adjoining towns 2
Westmont, and even stuff that is borderline not
bloggable!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So Let us get back now 2 the year of
2007, shall we YO????????????????
Death
angels R constant, the aerial siege is worse than ever in my life;
and so R many other sieges. Giant girls R crawling out of the damn
wood work. These Millionth Council forces
use, 4 main HELL-GROUPS in this war 2 wipe me out, and destroy, and
totally annihilate me: ANIMALS, WEATHER, MACHINES, AND LAST BUT IN NO
WAY LEAST, HUMANS, AKA 'PEOPLE', as
in the future discussed
'PAWM-WEAPON', OF THE SPACEFORCE-SPAMMENIES. There is no
way 2 ever win, and it is like saying I can put a bug into a room
with a child, and let them fight it out 2 the death; and need I
really say more. It is an ant colony facing
a bulldozer. I know that I am never going 2 get any help,
and that I am in eternal hell. No sir, I do not wonder about it as I
once did. I absolutely & totally trucking know this factually.
U-C, peeps insist that I AM IN SOME TIME WARP OF MY OWN MAKING, and simply put, this a total outright mother flagging filthy lie. It is the SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES who do this 2 me, and R causing this time-warp 2 seemingly B edlessly surrounding me forever, and naught the other way around as I am doing nothing wrong, and absolutely nothing intentionally ever in my life; that would cause me 2B placed in this horrendous time warp. So anything that I could ever CAP in here proves this beyond any possible doubt or uncertainty!!!!!!
Well folks, 2 quote the old-world music bizz somewhat famous recording engineer here from the tail end of the year of 1983 in Orlando, Flowerland-USA, Sir Howard Solomon, “This is Florida”, and so, I am not the only one who sweats in this sweltering ducking heat, and high humidity; or who STINKS as the day wears on. DEAL WITH IT; you rude arrogant wicked evil Floridians. Southern Hospitality? YUK-YUK-LAUGH! So deal with it, U assholes in all behavioral health joints, YO!
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Datfile XX TEOHIV-CB 7
The
Epitome of Harassment ----- Internet Version CB
#7
112707.614.95----DATFILE XX---Beginning Transmission:
My
life is in danger. If I am found dead, WORLD COURT IN THE
HAGUE, The United States Government is the physical world instrument
that is directly responsible 4 my total demise and murder.
The
weekend was within a smidgen of being as awful as 2 weekends ago,
which was totally beyond putrid. Something in
HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY
WAY GALAXY, is using automobile persecution in a vicious way against
me. I just was the victim of a hit
and run, and does anyone think the local police care,
they care enough to be causing the problem in my opinion. I had just
turned left legally and slowly to leave Bellevue Avenue and turn so
I could make a right and pull into the Wachovia Bank parking lot,
and out of nowhere, along comes a young scum bag teen aged male
talking on a cellular telephone, and hits me from 4 or more feet out
of his lane as though he thought it was a one way street and both
lanes belonged to him, boom, and then he takes off like a fucking
total jerk off. I have my witnesses and they saw it all, both Ed
Himacane and Ann Silva.
They made my weekend total hell, and
Friday was pretty awful as well. This is Y the FLYERS will go on
WINNING-WINNING-WINNING-WINNING-WINNING, AND THE fixed and crooked
Dow Jones stocks will keep going endlessly UP-UP-UP-UP-UP. The
aerial persecution on the weekend was off the scale. Instead of
motorbikes and ground assaults used on and against me, it was all up
in the fucking air shit, noisy loud and low planes, CIA, NRO, and
military reconnaissance planes that belong to their evil MILITUFORCE
OR MILITARY-UFO-FORCE, and the poison kemtrails were horrific as
well, causing many ailments in my body, as they can match my exact
DNA with invisible toxins that R hidden within the propane jet
fuels. Sunday when the Eagles came close to doing the impossibility
and came near to evening the score with the undefeated jerk off New
England scum ball Patriots’ football team, they flew
toxic-prope-chem-poisons or as I now and in future blogging will
refer to this in its abbreviated lettering of TPK, and not some
inverted FBI bad-agents P.K. Todd, on the phase 4- L&O TV
show!!!!!!! As these poisonous kemtrails jet vapors widen and
dissipate as U can C from my pix section on the website,
www.morianity-foundation.com they release out the hidden toxins that
effect the people with a precise matching DNA pattern to the
chemical compounded makeup of the poison. Suddenly as the game was
in its 4th quarter, my heart, on top of all my other hell, began to
do major flip flops and started beating erratically and irregularly.
Both arrhythmia and tachycardia also resulted. Death holds nothing
over me, so I willed myself to die and found myself in a strange
building with a siren that kept saying and repeating the phrase,
“This building is in dysfunction, remain inside the elevator car
please”. I heard this over and over. Suddenly I was alive and
awake and at home. I have no memory of driving home or going inside
of my residence. I was in my work clothes and not my normal set of
one of 3 pairs of pajamas. My heart was totally fine, and I had no
idea of what really happened to me after about a quarter B4 eleven
the previous night. I checked the sports scores on TV and naturally
the Eagles were wiped out. I got on my Magnesonic and did a major
RRCA, an immediate Ronald Reagan
counter-attack. Later on while viewing the 11 of the
clock news last night, I came 2 discover that that the 2nd in
command took a direct hit from what they did to me, HA-HA. I am
fighting a DEFENSIVE ONLY FOOTBALL GAME, NO TEAM EVER HAS NOR EVER
WILL, WIN ONE OF THESE TYPE OF GAMES, SO I MUST COUNTERSTRIKE WITH
SOME OFFENSIVE ACTION, THESE COCK SUCKING SKUZ GIVE ME ABSOLUTELY NO
CHOICE IN THE MATTER.
MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE, I COMMAND UNDER
OPEN COMMAND G-7, AT G189, G1133, AND ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL
ORDERS, USING ZDT AND ADT TECHNOLOGIES, AT MAXED OUT FULL POWER WITH
YOUR GAIN SET AT 11.8 INFINITY, MAJOR EARTHQUAKES, TIDAL WAVES,
STORMS, FIRES, FLOODS, DROUGHTS, CITY UNREST, AND INTERNATIONAL
HAVOC TO STRIKE IN ALL MANNER AND DIVERSE TYPES, UNDER PUNISHMENT
SEQUENCING SYSTEM ON AN I TO D A-B TONE PHASING SYSTEM, UNDER CRUSH
DESTRUCT-SINGE DESTRUCT-TOTAL DESTRUCT-DESTRUCT, G189 AND STOP.
Cyberspace while this uploads also moves in and through the mind or
the 6th dimension, which empowers my fantastic
great Magnetic Sound Machine, U’ll all B very flucking
sorry 4 all of this, you sick diseased bastard runt
slappers!!!!!!!!
DYING MANS
DECLARATION AND LEGAL DOCUMENT AND DYING AND EXCITED UTTERANCE:
The
following people and power structures R involved in the murder of
me, Michael Mountainpen, my mother Grace Mohr Mountainpen, my ex and
late pal David Charles Roth, and his mother Mary Roth:
DONALD
TRUMP, DONNA SUMMER, ROBERT MCGUIRE, ROBERT LEVY, VICTORIA CALLIO,
FRANK CALLIO, SARAH CALLIO MARTINO, SARAH C.M.’S HUSBAND, AND HER
MOTHER AND FATHER IN LAW, THE MARTINO’S, ED SNYDER, RICHARD KARPF,
ALL BRANCHES OF THE UNITED STATES MILITARY BUT NOT ALL OFFICERS AND
BRASS-ONLY CERTAIN TOP KEY CRITICAL ONES, TOP OFFICIALS IN ALL BLACK
COVERT GOVERNMENT AGENCIES SUCH AS CIA, FBI, NRO, OSS, NSA, NASA,
AND THIS LIST IS FAR FROM TOTALLY COMPLETE.
Every day, huge
chemtrails R all over this sick twisted and diseased tri-state area.
So R many low and loud continuously flying air planes of all types
and kinds, both civilian and military.
Very soon, I will
tell U inventions and what they do and their basic operation and
will include enough basics to build them. I will give U patent
numbers of these devices starting in the year 2029 and moving up as
far as 2218. I will give U the total info to build a 'retracable
DDT2-AVM Recording System', and even give U its patent numbers, all
763 of them. U cannot kill me, so I will just go 4 broke, and alter
the entire space-time continuum for all of us, wake up ass holes,
how do U really think the Dow Jones floated along for 20 or more
years from the early nineteen sixties through the eighties, and then
one magical day shot up to 1000, 5000, 10000,14000????????????
People that have access can buy and hold and then sell at a profit
and go back with more money and buy even more shares. All it takes
is the knowledge. My father was dead drunk one early winter evening
and came into my room, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and said,” I’m
gonna tell ya' something ya' little pecker head. Machines R not how
it all gets done from now until mans time on Earth is through”.
I’m sure I looked at my drunken old man with compassion as I was
over 19 and knew that people when they get all tanked up, do not
even know half of the time what they really R even saying. But he
knew. He fell on my bed but B4 passing totally out from drinking
enough booze 2 keep all of his ex-Navy-buds in fun sauce for hours,
he recited quite a discourse to me on how the mind is everything,
and really belongs to a higher spatial dimension. I was clueless to
what he was talking about and just sat in my chair near the bed with
my mouth shut, eagerly awaiting what was about to come out of his
mouth next, after all, he knew major classified fucking shit 4
Crissake!!!!!! He went on about how special classes were conducted
on several ships by Naval Intelligence, the 'USS ELDRIDGE', being
just one of them, as it as yet was not the selected one for bringing
Einstein’s newly built machine, with Naval cooperation of course;
onto for major space/time/hyperspace experimentation. He started
saying that if copper is melted and kept at a precise temperature, I
am not giving that on this blog, and certain cobalt magnets R
properly positioned around an area and then a person directs his
voice onto a recorder with magnetized tape, says things that he or
she would want the machine to B able 2 do, and then takes the tape
and wraps it around the magnets so that the sub atomic particles can
re-claim the reality that is recorded as a verbal command, and the
melted copper above is enclosed in a container forming a weird
greenish color gaseous vapor above these magnets with these tapes
wrapped around them, the machine now would do anything that the user
told it to do, if the user connected a regular telephone into the
magnetic system inside, and it went through an open line and was
received by a second telephone, this would totally make the
commander speaking through this telephone, able 2 do anything
programmed onto the tape and wrapped around the magnets for 'asapian
reclaim', as it will B called centuries from now. If U tell this
machine that it can transport U through space and time or through
hyperspace, or that it can cause weather and natural disasters, or
permit objects 2 represent actual things existing materially and by
burning them or throwing them through moving metal fan blades once
empowered; will make this reality atomically duplicate. Then
he went on to tell me how he has been on Jupiter, and this was in
1974 in Early January. He said there is
a beautiful girl that calls herself the lightning goddess of
Jupiter, and that she is his oldest daughter, a great Scylla.
On the human world, this would appear as a planet of pure gas with
fiery lightning bolts constantly crashing everywhere, but that he
was able to C her and talk 2 her, as he changed from material to a
starry astral realm. His mind could do all of this, and at first,
the military began experimenting after Hoffman invented LSD, 2 use
this 2 explore. But the officer that trained my father’s special
class had come up with a radical new way to work this magic. He
claimed that sexual energy could B re-channeled and used 4 the
purpose of mind control, and mind altering or shifting awareness to
other levels of so-called reality. He said
other things as well, B4 what he said slurred into intelligibility,
and then he passed out. I will not tell U everything right now, but
bank on this Mick coy, it will indeed B told!!!!!!!!!!!
The
phase 5 is the next major thing 4 me 2 begin discussions on and
attempt 2 lead readers into even newer and more far out skit. Many
other things touched on will B also further elucidated upon as well.
Do any of my blogger-readers remember how I told U all back in late
June, how I lost my awareness here, [fell asleep], and I was up on
the boardwalk near FRAILENGERS SALT WATER TAFFY store, one of them,
there used 2B several, not sure if it was the one on Tennessee
Avenue or not, do not think it was, Aniwho; the Mayor came up to me
and insisted on giving me a fantastic roulette system, as he stated
it would ease his conscience 4 trying 2 hurt me so many times when
all I ever tried 2-B-2 him, was his friggin’ friend? He gave it 2
me, and it worked on paper 4 a while when I woke up, but one day it
stopped working totally. Diana, in a [dream], came 2 me and told me
2 take all of the numbers that I won on, and all of the numbers that
I lost on, and gave me a code for the numbers that equal a,b,c,d,e,
up to z. It took 2 months, but slowly from work, I worked on this
project on my lunch break, when I wasn’t doing a little karaoke
work, I keep a keyboard and a K machine at my guard house to enjoy
on my lunch break. Aniwho, [female version of the mountains], upon
doing this, a strange message came out. The letters separated by 3’s
on the winning numbers, gave me the message that SORA was all set up
by my buddies [his], so that I would work 4 him on the beach as a
security detail under his command, around two-oh-one-oh. If I did
not cooperate in things that would all lead up to this, I
would have both my legs permanently broken by Bob McGuire, [the
bully in the pix on my website, go there pweeeeeze], and if I
went to the SORA classes and stayed on my job, and did what is
destined 4 me 2 do; I will B permitted 2 reach nirvana within
one-million years. I had of course all ready decided 2 go through
with the SORA thing, and this was all many months after the fact.
However, the message went on to say that I
would B given my Sarah, here on the Earth world, not the grown up
human incarnation, but the astrally projected Sarah that I knew from
the 1960’s. I called and got information on how to send
a letter to the author of a recently written book called??? some
kind of code, it may B “bible code”, but do not “””””quote”””””
me pweeeeeze!!!!!!! When I got the address, I wrote and the
publisher wrote back a short note on school paper, written I am sure
by his or her 6 year old kid, so the print could never B traced. I
had told the entire story. The note says simply this, and looks like
something written 2 me from a 6 year old in a blue crayon: U must
never work as a guard under him on the beaches of Atlantic City.
This is all part of the biggest terrorist plot ever to be hatched in
the history of humanity. Do not ever play this gaming system and get
rid of all of it. We will deal with his honor. This was not signed,
but was initialed, also in the blue crayon,
BLKZ. I have this note buried in a wrench-tightened empty Mountain
Dew soda bottle, and have the original in my residence; actually, I
made 5 copies at the Hammonton library, USAESMWG, they all R in
these soda bottles, each buried in a place only I will remember, 50
inches deep in the vast New Jersey Pinelands. After
the slit all hit the fan with the Mayor, I wanted real badly 2 blog
all this. I waited 4 the right time, and causing me a hit and run
and car damage, well; time to tell, and yeah, this is TRS bwaby-wuv
FUDD!!!!!!!!!!
Got another whittle message, and
this time on my voicemail, but not on my phone. I do not tell
everything I do, I am not that stupid. I have 2 many shmucking
enemies. It said that they took 67 pictures of 30
South Plaza Place, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. Every
one of them came out messed up, and not one came out, NOT ONE.
So whatcha up 2 now Mister Mayor, even
the Judge and Walt R asking about U, and all I ever say is
that I’m not catching any waves with him any longer. Well,
like I said 2U Big Bob, back in the end of the 1997 season, U
NEVER KNOW THE FUTURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cause me all
the accidents U want, U cannot kill me, none of U diseased pricks
can. I cannot remain dead, so screw all of U. I thought I was the
only hyperspace me. Seemed the only
possible explanation for getting shot at Wawa in 1996, and all of
the other famous Mountainpen instantaneous resurrections, but
quantum physics says it is not possible to B the only High School
Musical, HSM, sahwee, HYPERSPACE-ME. 'AWEN' and
'AWEN' and 'Hell-apoopya', the ASTRAL WORLD ENTERTAINMENT NETWORK is
Y-I am forever here and suffering, the greatest coolest show in
town, let’s watch the sick little bitch suffer, aren’t we just
such a bunch of sweetypies???? When child
molesters like Tom Reale
can get away with what they did 2 me, and on and on; go
ahead and tell me just how fair and just this sick our world really
is. It is de-evolving, not evolving, U’re kidding yourselves
Darwinist-peeps!!!!! All this back from the dead and occultist info
out in the world that claims we R all here in life to grow
spiritually and learn, even the great 'BJE' best seller book author
and NDE-experiencer and guest on many shows like fatso. Honey,
you’re books R great and uplifting emotionally, but I never lie to
beautiful women. UR being deceived by
what the Eckists call ASTRAL PLANE KAL-POWER, I shorten it to APKP.
Not that this stands in a double 4
“ANTAGONISTIC PAULA KING PISS-POOP”, all though it certainly
could, but does not, and back onto point again; if we R
moving forward and gaining in our spirituality as a race, then
Y has God been removed from school, and now from even government
buildings as though the great
Sarah-Stacey is something 2B ashamed of as opposed 2 being something
2B in total awe over, and loved and worshiped
24/7/365.2422????? Come on, evolving and coming back here better,
and more spiritually advanced; U godda' B
kidding Eckankar, BGE, and all of U. How
can U seriously believe this junk 4 one half an astral minper 4 the
gods sake????
In closing today’s blog, the
bad news MO, is yours, not mine.
Ann Silva and Ed
Himacane, and this computer
thing ain’t working out too swiftly, so I will B in
possession of this laptop, and have plenty of blog time twice a
week, 2 write all that I need 2, from our own private residence; and
then later on shoot it up 2 the ninny-nut, [internet]. No more bull
slit, down to some real fruyucking serious business, BWABY-WUV
ELMER!!!!!!!!!!
GOOGLE/SWIS/WORLD LABORATORIES/ this is an
official web logging document. It is sworn under oath voluntarily by
me under penalty of legal perjury charges. All blogging is
co-copyrighted MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN/ with the Google engine
and internet system as provided by law to protect my part in this
intellectual property, including Optical Television, Freezerfans,
and all inventions of the future that I make reference to.
Rats,
Tats, and Playing Real NON-EAGLES Football needs B inserted here B4
closing out, do not need another heart breaking game. Where the DUCK
R THE POLICE AND AUTHORITIES------OR DO U WANT
THE EAGLES TO LOSE EVERY GAME? PROTECT ME AND THEY WON’T. U CAN
BELIEVE THIS--I DO NOT LIE!!!!!!!!!!!!
DATFILE
XX ENDS TRANSMISSION:
mju
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Labels: aliens and the Millionth Council, our endless interactions, The millionth Council and Me
Thursday, November 22, 2007
TEOHIV DATFILE XIX CB #6 The Millionth Council and Me
The
Epitome of Harassment-Internet Version [TEOHIV] CB
#6
Subtitled-----The Millionth Council and Me
DATFILE
XIX----Thanksgiving day in November of 2K7
112207.628.79 date
error on prior datfile, typed today’s date back on yesterday’s
Wednesday Chapter Blog-CB. BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
One of many
things that caused, IMHO that is, yesterday’s vicious death siege
from filthy twisted MO enemies, was what I know that they heard me
say onto a new portable cassette tape machine, as U know on 2 counts,
one, that these MO scuz broke my previously used two machines, and on
count 2, U should by now B aware, that whatever U say onto a tape, UR
directly telling this MILLIONTH COUNCIL ASTRAL
WORLD AUTHORITY, OR MC-AWA. Tape machines, any electronic
device, whether it B an analogue or digital nature, it makes
absolutely no difference, plug in or battery, electrons R chemically
stored in cells of your batteries, for an oversimplified lesson on
how batteries produce usable electrical energy by way of a direct
current. So, what was I talking about in that conversation with
myself back on Tuesday night, onto my life journal record [of a
sorts], doubling up as my blogging notes audibly? I will get into
that in a moment ladies and lads. First, I am the victim of
poisoning, as was David Roth, my ex-best friend in this mortal life,
killed by way of a clever plan of slowly poisoning him when they ate
together at various diners. This evil monster named Jonathan Schau
knew that he had a habit of ordering his cocoa and then freshening up
in the rest room, and the cocoa would get placed on the table B4 his
returning from the rest room, I should know, as 4 many years, we ate
at diners and this indeed was what he always did, and this gave Schau
time 2 slip anything into his cocoa cup. Even I would know how easy
that this would B2 do. He would reach over obviously and take his
cup, and pretend 2B sweetening the cocoa with sugar or some small
packet, when of course, it was a slow poison. If Constable McMeekan
would ever exhume the body of David Roth, he would C-4 himself that
this indeed is the reality of the shituation. Schau was an expert on
many subjects, and Roth told me that he was a college educated highly
intelligent man, familiar with chemistry and numerous things that
would make the evidence overwhelming in any court run by Jack McCoy
of the Law and Order show. Schau had talked him into putting him in
as his executor and beneficiary in a life insurance policy of more
than one hundred thousand dollars USD. Roth and I had at the time had
a small rift growing between us on religious matters, he was not a
pagan, one God only, and would not listen 2 what I know about
Lawtronics filtering down into the 6th dimensional elevator room, and
from there permitting a near endless multiversal cycle of
creation-existence. From here a space time 4 dimensional system is
then created inside each of these near-unlimited multiverses of 5th
dimensional space-time. Do not confuse my numbering the dimensional
realities with those that I number as existence phases. Phase one is
truth at void infinity, we simply exist-case closed. 2 is the
dreaming out and away from this void, into an astral dream-shift
existence. 3 is the further dreaming down into sequences of
individual pieces of individual lifetimes, all throughout the huge
hyperspace that surrounds the astrallity on a mass-equivalent
relationship, based on an atomic interchange of C squared, or the
speed of light times the speed of light. 4 is the lawtronic
enforcement of a 7th dimensional decision of creation-architecture
whereby entrance to phase 3 human MW life is permitted from phase 2
astral life, within a permitted range of [fitting in] to the system.
Should U decide U wish 2 come here as a resident of a place far north
of Canada and Greenland, with a toy shop, a magic sleigh, flying
reindeer, and a red suit, on a fat immortal body, with lots of elves
around, this is designed to pop in a magic stop order and instead of
coming in this way, U move in to phase 4, just as automatically as
any stock broker knows that if I have ten shares of stock of ABCD
CORPORATION that I bought at 22.and 5/8 per share with a stop loss
order placed at the price of 22 and ½, and the price drops below
this, say down to 22 and 1/8 by end of business that day, my 10
shares would have been sold automatically at in most cases, the price
of the stop loss order. Lawtronic systems R quite a bit more real and
powerful than anything on Wall Street, and if an astral being
attempts to mortally dream in the life of some superman or mythical
type of creature, it switches to instead of dreaming UR born and
starting a life, to where UR merely the energy transfer in the mind
of an all ready existing phase three entity, in the form of his or
her fantasy or imagination. This is LAWTRONICS, and U will defy
gravity B4U beat this law, it is an absolute. Enough 4 now on phases
of existence and how they operate in and through the 7 controlled
lawtronic dimensional system.
BTAT—CHAPTER 0029
Wednesday, February 22, 2023
Blog start time: 11:28 AM
As stated, until further notice these blogs will post in kitty-butt quality, because nobody anywhere seems 2 know how to make the website coding system properly decode my word document paste in with the needed coding for doing this. I am picking up aerial siege today after a week without any of it, and I will always keep 'the Blogaudianship' informed of these matters. This is so you all can endlessly TRACK THE PARALLEL EVENTS, and prove 2-U all that this is entirely real, and my claims R indeed totally real and true, and not simply the mere ranting delusions of a completely insane crackpot madman; Mister Jason and Ken, of WFMU-Int-Rad.
Of course I will never deny any reality for that very reason, and yes world, you can all look me up as I share a relatively eternal spot on the mighty net-lands or as I term it on my Morianity, “Cyberville”, simply by Googling up, “Crackpots from New Jersey”. I have no power over what any of you say or think of me, and will never for a single seck try 2 deny that truth, as denying any part of reality would then prove me out 2B a genuine mentally ill person with numerous psychotic features and schizophrenic delusions. Moving on now, this will B a blog with information on a few topics and I won't B attempting to tie in a zillion pieces to one large whole truth today, but some may indeed see this powerful truth without me saying a whole lot about it myself just from following my Morianity, and knowing the story of Mountainpen's miserable hellish life of endless quintessential misery. “Okay, this is a tri-dah-cell-ous”, and the accented syllable is the second of the four of them, and I have shown the word in dictionary-style here, so you know how to pronounce it but not how to exactly spell it, and now you need to know what this is all about since it is a continuation of my Egg Harbor dreaming interaction from several nights ago. I appear to B an employee at this very large supermarket that is also called an ACME Grocery Store just as we had a half century ago all throughout the Delaware Valley and tri-state area where I grew up in, only the Egg Harbor Acme that famously stood for so very long in town right on the Julia White Horse Pike, just a few blocks west of Philadelphia Avenue and the main street in town; does not exist in this particular parallel reality. Ever since I grew up in this one particular reality, I had but one single job at this store, and the real estate location of it here is the potato chip factory that is a short distance to the east down Route 561 from the great Atlantic County youth detention center. People used to phone me back when I resided at the Mullica Mobile Manor in the first decade of this 21st century, and ask me if my father's side of the family had a teacher named 'MOHR' somewhere in that area, and between this and a lifetime of recurring dreams concerning schools in that area and my always trying to get to one of them, I knew something was up, or to better say this, with Mister Joe Sivo's quotation here perhaps, “Something was going down”!!!!!!!!!!! Even the world renown evangelist Doctor Billy Graham knew that our entire being or soul if you will, is not containable in one human lifetime, and thus making several references to how one of the scriptures can be more better understood, by realizing this powerful truth. I speak of the bible verse that asks us human beings, what does it profit a man to gain the whole world but to then lose his own soul? It is of course considered 2B total mental illness and schizophrenic magical thinking to say it, but I say, give me a fucking break here, Mister Diagnostic Statistical Manuel (DSM). The place that architecturally resembles a school and definitely naught a detention center right there in Egg Harbor City is called HARBORFIELDS, the very same name of the school up in Long Island, New York that Mariah Carey once attended. So between a lifetime of these recurring dreams about the place, the way the great King cousins acted with me while I was trying to figure the whole thing out, and was simultaneously living right there with them, the telephone calls asking me about my family as well as the teachers and schools, the cupcake incident involving my attempted murder, and switching to a world where I seemingly had no proper ID to operate my automobile, while at Jenny's Park, the MMM; and other smaller parts to this as well, and this does not add up to saying and concluding that something outlandish is happening around me, oh Mister Psych-Book? Wanna' ducking gimme' a break, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRO????????????
So in my wild dreaming interaction from several nights back now, I was in the store where I had worked in all of my life. It began where I was up at the front area and was trying to alter a setting on an air conditioning system and it was not like anything here in this world as it was part of a fan and air conditioner and looked more like home units would rather than something that would be operating in a professional building such as a large food store. I kept attempting 2 adjust some settings and it seemed 2B all going kaplooey. Finally I had figured out how to effect a jury-rigged repair 2 it and it then seemed 2B properly working, and as I walked away to go down 2 one of the aisles of the store, I immediately observed that I was wearing a pair of headphones. Nothing was playing through them yet I was wearing them and my double there in that dream never removed them and seemed to B able 2 hear things around him perfectly despite having them covering over his ears. Then I suddenly found myself walking through the perimeter system of the store and while in the back of it suddenly observed a man and his wife along with two children, either two boys or a boy and girl and I wasn't sure because of the hair dues, and my not being able to see past some chairs that were blocking part of the view between this group of folks and myself. Then my dreaming-double seemed 2 recognize that there was a weird store promotion going on and that the woman and the children were just part of what was going on and the man who I had originally believed 2B the father of this family, was some hypnotist dude and this was an experiment that proved how stores were using a form of subliminal consciousness technique in order 2 induce more purchases. I couldn't resist, or my double there couldn't resist, shouting over at this group and saying, “It isn't done that way, the message is spoken underneath of the music or MUZAK system that we all hear when in stores and hotel lobby's and elevators”. Then the hypnotist who seemed 2 me 2B a very mild mannered individual, suddenly jumped up out of a chair, turned to me or my dreaming-doppelganger, and said in a loud stern voice, and while pointing a finger into my face, “Okay this is a tridaucelous” or however you may wish and attempt to correctly spell the word. All I know is that for whatever the reason, my dreaming-double then suddenly just began walking down one of the central food aisles as if nothing had ever even happened at all. I remember thinking upon awakening that none of the food products on any of the shelves even remotely resembled the types of food stuffs and packaged products from here in the 'waking-ordinary world reality'. By the way, my Spellchecker Word Dictionary show absolutely nothing even remotely resembling any similar verbiages to that wild transdimensional-EHC word. So to quote the mighty and wonderful awesome illustrious Sir Chester-Frank here kind folks, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Yes, as told B4 on numerous previous blogging texts on this Morianity Project, spanning over 17 YEARS now; I have picked up a great deal, whether Merry knows it or naught Mizz lovely phone company Blake of 1983, transdimensional words. Names of things, names of people, names of cities such as Atlantica where here we all know the place or the Winn-Joint as Atlantic City, and on and on we can go here folks, or I can, YO YO YO HA, ME' BRAHHHH!!!!! Yes the planes today are real real REALE bad, Tommy boy, and even Sir Tommy ROWE and all Rowe's out there, outlandish from Spellchecker or naught, lovely Mizz Blake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have now activated my ALWS systems, one is on my front porch, and one is on my rear porch, and this stands for Airport Light-Warning Switches, and I'll let a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE cat out of the bag now for my wonderful peeps and Morians/Blogaudians out here, and my wonderful pal and sir, Senator Bernie Sanders. First I'll tell U all what the abbreviated letters stand for, and then what is happening to make it all clear 4-U, my Blogaudians. ALWS stands for Mister Mountainpen's 'AIRPORT LIGHT-WARNING SWITCH'. I activate two bright lightbulbs, LED-100 watt, taking only 15-W of actual power each, and once during every shift, the airport peeps have a guy driving through the property here 2C if these lights R on or naught, Mizz lovely 1983 Blake. The co-op gave permission for me to do this as my landlord has witnessed enough strange stuff and was able to convince them that a real enemy harassing me all of my life is really doing this to me and that I need to have a pilot drive in to check my ALWS situation every single day at random times, at least four times. So chime in now if ye' will, oh Sir CF from that 1999's Jersey bar, oh kind sir and once roomie: “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES SIR, GREAT PEEPS OUT HERE YO, WOW-2-THAT-1!!!
“Boy oh boy oh boy” Uncle Billy Frank Capra Wonderful Life Movie, YO, all little dogs, tape recorders, karate kicking bugs, and detention centers of coincidental nomenclatures. If any of the great Atlantic City peeps R out there from this dimension, you know I am not making up anything, including what all of U did 2 me back in oh-8 and oh-9. Please B at the dog-run park, Sir SWAP, six days from today, Tuesday the final day in this demonic month of 0223. TANKS, and a great big ass HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE “B---O---O---M”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We need to move this shit along, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and maybe U need 2B talking 2 my local sheriff 2 as I don't think that he takes my story from HELL all that goddamn seriously,kind sir, so we'll talkin six days kind friend, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well in any event ole' fudging world, let us proceed marching onward here. Not far away over in the Fort Pierce Spanish Lakes Community, a ten foot gator was just euthanized for killing an eighty-five year old lady and her pet if I am remembering the news story correctly, and stupid Spellchecker doesn't recognize the name with the letter-D ending for putting down an animal for whatever the stupid computer world reason, but in any case, this just happened a couple days back, and gators and lizards and snakes and insurance salesmen AKA scummy Geckos are literally swarming allover tropical places such as our great American state known by the Mountainpen as Flower-land, and AKA by non-Morians, Florida-USA. Still, flowers, and songs, and great hot flower lands, and dreams, and property owners of Atlantic City named Estelle. Like super mother fucking ass WOW-WOW-WOW-WOWSY-WOWSER, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I won't soon forget driving down here in early middle December of the year 2009 and stopping near the great pier where on one side, the mighty Mister Flagler named pier separates the beaches from many of my long ago recurring dreams and then the southern side of the pier where Ormond Beach begins and Misses Estelle Andersen Bassler had her home, after leaving her South Atlantic City home that was located at 30 South Plaza Place. This home was where she and her adopted son Mister Chester Perkowski resided, all throughout the time where SARAH's SHOP was all a part of my life as a teenager, as well as when I was a younger preteen, or 'tween' as they refer to it in today's times. Without watching the television show called, “DARK SHADOWS”, and really observing carefully, the entire story line from shortly after Quentin Collins came onto the scene, and then right up through the time that the Leviathan Cult leader was killed by being shoved off of an ocean cliff, known only too well by 'shadowans' or fans of the show, and then see the absolutely unmissable connections with me and my entire life, and all pertaining to the magical goddess-girl known to me only as “SARAH KRASSLE” as she spelled it out 4 me in a middle December of 1969 dreaming interaction; you won't ever truly B able to C this unfathomably powerful reality that something beyond Senator-Sanders-HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE is going on here in all of this inconceivable stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I told you about computers and the reality behind the entire reason that they R now in total control over the entire planet and without anyone other than me being the wiser. I told you what makes them operate, crystals that make their motherboards, as well as electrons giving them their power, and I told you all how they have no astral essence or truth whatsoever. All one needs 2 do here is 2 carefully examine this show on television, D.S., and then compare in full rigid austere honesty, the Leviathan Cult deal with what has actually happened to this world. CREATURES WITHOUT A SOUL, computer technology, computers, internet, the cloud, and this is only the very infancy conception and origination of a much greater diabolical plot, and yes, just as the show warns us, and the biggest part still not recognized here is that the creators of that marvelous show were all the time totally fucking CLUELESS to what was going on and how they were being used to give this warning,even if only one person received it,THE CHOSEN HUNTINGTON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! B realistic here for just a goddamn second. The only possible thing here is not that Mountainpen is a crazy and delusional crackpot, but rather that he HAS BEEN CHOSEN to receive truths that went totally over everyone else's head. It isn't that I am better than anyone else, merely CHOSEN. Yes, this sounds like cult-talk in and of itself, but let me put all of your minds to ease here, may I pweeeeeeeeeeeeeze? Simply readeth on.
Cult leaders want power over their fold, over others in general, over young girls in order to obtain sexual privileges with them, they have ideas and concepts that the Christian scriptures absolutely condemns, and despite a lot of their near-truths, those truths R4 Purgatorial existence such as free love and 'multiple mergings', and along those lines once known in hippie jargon as sex-orgies. On the Astral-Plane there is no monogamy or marriages or death and mates do not make vowels to love until death as dividing by C-squared is a concept so far removed it just isn't a part of anything there, and even that merely causes human-dreaming and that is what we all R, dream-downs off of the endless-Purgatory. I merge with Lightning and the coils that SHE has given 2 me quite often, and this is absolutely okay and prop[er, THERE, naught HERE. Cult leaders may or may not B aware of these truths, but they only want to satisfy their carnal or Earthly and Mortal world natures of their flesh-appetites. I promise any and all of U that the furtherest thing from my mind, ever, now, or B4, is to take over anyone's mind or control them in any possible or remotest way. The magical Sahasra Dal Kanwal chain may have indeed given 2 me some strange and unusual desires as previously discussed, but never have I wished to engage in actual sexual connectedness with girls that R-2 young 2-B having sexual relations, in any way, including the 'nineties-Sir Clinton' ways. If I could, I would be the biggest spit-vampire on the planet, thanx-2 that chain altering somehow magically, my mind, and yes; the billionaires all know that it would multiply my lifespan 8 times over, as it once did to the entire H-12-Tribes, the great Jewish secret, & as Morianity refers 2 this as. Typing this in right now folks, made me remember that I forgot a powerful insertion the other day on a recent blogging text. I was discussing that magical SARAH-surname of K-R-A-S-S-L-E, and how SHE spelled it out for me in a wild dreaming interaction back in December of 1969, and how the Dark Shadows television show went onto spin-off two movies, 'HOUSE OF DARK SHADOWS', and 'NIGHT OF DARK SHADOWS'. In one of these movies, a gorgeous little girl was named SARAH KASSEL, if I am spelling that surname correctly, and it was pronounced in the movie, the same way that 'KRASSLE' would B pronounced, only without containing the letter of “R”. HALLS FAWCES, or the MISOE or 'whatever' ole' pal Bob Andrews from 1975-1980 B4 your great public office days that laid ahead of U sir; somehow R creating 'something' and to mortal-world human observation with its very limited low lying horizons, we fail 2C and properly recognize that this same exact force behind this fantastic 60's-television show-D.S., and the reality and persona of one Sir Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr, perhaps R one and the same, you know; as in the other example of being one and the same that we all know of quite well, Clark Kent and Superman, as in this great show, without knowing that truth that the viewers know, and R fully aware of; the characters in the movies and shows R thus completely limited to not having that fact while being the characters whom they R portraying. The main reality that came clear 2 me very early into this 3rd millennium and 20th century in human chronology is my home in the Purgatory, called RICKTOWN MANOR. This home is beyond any mansion that could even begin to B fathomed in construction on any mortal realm of physical caporial life. It literally branches off in six opposing directions for one thing, a total humanly impossible architectural feat!!!!!!!! Its immense size is the other factor as it literally is 80 percent of the square miles of the state of Pennsylvania, here on waking mortal world planet Earth-USA. Then there is the far rear wing of the entire structure that in the mortal and waking world realm is part of a movie set in NYC and the 60's television show, D.S. There is no actual Collinwood of course, despite the 'establishing shot', showing a girl's private school, in a nearby area to where the show was done, and all of this is as meaningless as a single seagull, flying over our heads while enjoying a day on a beach on a vacation after a long and hard winter season at our job. In real truth to how singularity produces HER creation, first the Plancktime, and then the 5-D-hyperspace blown out beyond that in a folded magical fabric containing eleven dimensions, with two '5-D systems' inside of each of them; once we exist here 'physically', the complex interdimensional realities cause things to operate as they do and trying to fully explain it would require all of us 2B at least 'Einstein times 100', and a million years 4 me 2 type out this truth, and then 4-U all to sit down and attempt 2 “GET IT”; all great 'G.W.' 'musician dads' out there; right lovely Mizz J. H. Hewitt?????????!!!!!!!!!!!!! So rather than attempting 2 tackle a truly insurmountable project here, such as that one folks; let me put things in more relatable terms, if that is even frucking remotely possible. WOW, Mister Macy and C---L---U---B!!!!!!!!! WOW & WOW!!!!
We can get into Peoples Magazine, Dark Shadows, MISOE operatives and their office-bosses, dream control, Ufology, and a zillion related topics; although seemingly to the untrained non-Morian-eye, not so damn ass related. Let me do things my own way, if you please, lovely Mizz EHC resident, Terry Accusatory Scatterbrain. Yes the only two peeps that I speak so frequently of on these blogs who R some of the residents of the lovely and illustrious Egg Harbor City, Mizz Leticia Tilley, and Mizz Terry 'Scatterbrain-Namer of Mountainpen'. Mizz Terry was a gal-pal of the lovely Mizz Ann King Silva, of the mighty Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. She insisted that no story, even mine, needs 2B done and 2 quote her of course, “So scatterbrain-style”. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, BIG ASS BUTT, unfortunately, this just ain't so. No one on planet Earth would ever B able 2 successfully write the story of 'Morianity' in a non-scatterbrain-appearing style, and she is simply 100% totally mistaken. So sahwee Mister Japanese Ambassador from World War II, but 2 quote Sir Sigmund Malyeska here, “That's the way it goes”. SOOOOOOOOOO, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! We will need to begin 2-C and fully realize just Y my family as well as all of my OTAMMIC ENEMIES, just cannot B placed in some rational normal order in chronology, the way that other stories tell things. It is not possible, that's all there is 2 it folks. The space bar is completely fucked up and I will definitely B purchasing an entirely new computer system, solving the murder of two birds while employing only one rock; and without going to any Oaklyn, New Jersey creek-parks, with my-then-pal, Sir Jim T. Burr, back in the early middle spring time, in the year of 1974. We will get on the Pennock voice changing magical 'pen' pieces, the cult leader cousin-Pennock, the flower song and translation requests that all led up to car interference and magical-McFly circuits being secretly inserted into them, and a zillion other power house things that R all related to these things listed so far, and then folks, remember that this may B at best and at most, perhaps one one thousandths of the entire story, and yes, it will all B told, and IPYT great folks out here. So a great big damn fat ass ''WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE''!!!!!!!!
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Sunday, December 4, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0281
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0281
world laboratories of 2296
SUNDAY
AFTERNOON, 12:42 PM-EST
DECEMBER 4, 2011, MY 57TH BOTBAR FUCKING
BIRTHDAY
OFFICIAL RESIDENT OF HELL, AS PER JAMES EARL CARTER
FROM
THE YEAR 1986 IN MIDDLE AUGUST
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO
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Monster
Music Man next door, woke me again, blaring his horrific loud
rotten-neighbor music at me, ruining my entire flucking birthday.
There is no way to have peace and cunt lapping quiet in this world.
Music is so loved by people, personally, I ducking hate it. I hate
it when I am somewhere and a radio or something is playing, and some
amateur begins to sing along, totally
believing they are either Pavarotti
or Carey. If they
were, that is one thing; but if not, can't you please save it for
your shower room while scrubbing up, and do us all a fruyucking
favor. This quirk off next door is old and either hard of hearing,
or like most peeps today, they all just love to blare away, and
wreck the only two ears that they were born with; believing either
that they are indestructible, or that they live 90 years from now
where even full ears and eyes are directly transplantable into the
brain, without any nerve complications happening whatsoever, YO.
I
asked Gawky Gaukauk just why all of a sudden this neighbor is
driving me up a wall and what and who is behind it, by drawing 72
paying cards, eight suits from two decks, containing all cards from
aces through nines. The great black cat said the reason for this new
hell and misery in my life, is number PCN-781. Now let us talk about
this and a lot of other major mother ducking crap as well folks.
I
am imagining none of this 57 years of Doctor Feet and his hell, who?
No, that is the guy in the telephone booth
with the Donald, exchanging phony weaves, dreams, and comfortable
shoe insoles. But yes peeps, the other day, I asked this
mighty black cat a question on why that horrific day of the 23rd of
November was forced on me by these fucking ass monsters, and yes;
the answer was again, PRIVATE 'COSMICODED NUMBER' (PCN)-781. Today,
before I began this blog of SJ-CH-0281, again, I drew the two cards
that produce the PCN-ROOT DIGITS, these being the 7 and then the 8.
The PCN is the difference between these root digits, if any Doctor,
and using this digit as the 3rd one, creating a PCN or ROOT DIGITS
78 becomes PCN-781. My root digits are 87 for example, Donald Trump
has root digits 23, and so forth. You must use your exact birth
given first and last names to get your life-long PERSONAL PCN. By
the way, you cannot exact the GAWNUM the same question, unless it
pertains to different potential answers because it is asked at
different times during ones life. Other than that exception, only
once counts; and thus after that, you will get false answers. Do not
try getting the GAWNUM to be your genie and give you yeas and no
responses. It is designed as a mighty story telling systems of
comparisons and matching's; & not to tell you in a direct
question, if Johnny Marshmallow should marry Toni-Louise Macbeth. It
is designed to bring a new skill to a user, and this being, learning
how to figure things around a query, then by varying the words or
phrases of query, they can match up PCN-number results to a second
half, such as, “My boss is acting totally weird with me because he
found out that I...” The dot-dot-dot are numerous possible things
you may be wondering and worrying about, and they also all have
their own PCN's, when figured out. Then your master PCN of the
sentence with your boss is compared GAWNUMLY with numerous other PCN
sentences until you start super sleuthing around and get matching
answers. It is not six year old stuff, but it is addictive and also
fun and entertaining as hell. It is totally real, and it totally
works. Anyone thinking this is not so, needs further education on
this exact science. I will tell more and more as time and
persecution on this off the scales attack, continues to march
fucking on to this demonic evil drumbeat. Now I had no particular
blog planned out for this weekend, and really was fucking hoping to
catch a break, but the WOMO is making me about as miserable as can
be conceived, and is responsible for my first degree premeditated
murder. It is official that I said I cannot take much more and will
need to take my life, sop if this happens, these peeps all need to
go to MOTHERFUCKING PRISON FOR THE REST OF THEIR DIRTY FILTHY
TWISTED DISEASED LIVES, TO ROT AND SUFFER; JUST AS THEY CAUSED ME
TO, for pushing 30 years or so now!!!! I noticed two other pretty
much inescapable bull-slit coincidences recently. The minute I say
that Donald Trump will be president over my non breathing body, he
pops up on his dirt bag owned and mobbed up NBC-NETWORK, floozies
and all; and fairy god mother news bells;
aha-aha-aha, Michele-1980 & family; he decided all over again
that he will run, and then began
all this persecution on me, as he is been behind the
usage of this ICPE tool, ever since I told his peeps at his casino
in the summer time of the year 1986, that I use PARALLEL EVENT
SYSTEM, to beat the game of roulette, and this would piss off any
fucking casino owner, like DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!You cannot
say that if you start with this blog, and read backwards, that I DO
NOT HAVE PLENTY OF PROOF THAT BACKS UP MY WORDS HERE, FOLKS, NOT
UNLESS YOU WANT THE AWARD OF THE DECADE FOR BEING AN ASS AND A
MORON, THAT IS.
Well Gawky, despite many uncertainty's in
this old sick world, “God's Dog” may have visited “Babylon”,
and not in his doggie form, until he was old enough to do a Nancy
Reagan, and just say NO to my dear wonderful sweet mom who took a
vicious secret to the grave. But still, this “Prophet of Nothing”
from “July twelve, nineteen-seventy” a few years back at that
time; did not then know that these four things were all PCN-781,
shown above in double-quotation. I have a listing matchbook of a
dozen or more other less important things, but for now, these four
need to be talked about, as something contained in one all any
combination or all of them, is causing this real bad hell, according
the magic cat of Copyrighted Halloween Day. I am not trying to win
power-balls, that is your thing, MIZZ PAULA
UWICH!!!!!!!
This is what is causing this neighbor
to blare my wall down every day now without fucking mercy, perhaps
at Trump's or Nick's behest, but since I have only what detectives
call SOLID MOTIVE, I do not have any court evidence to this effect,
so I blog out, maybe at their behest. If you see two mean looking
kids in a park, you just got there and they are leaving. One is
crying and more bloody and dirty than the other one, but you saw
nothing, you can solidly speculate that these boys had been fighting
since nobody else is around. But you cannot swear in court, one
other thing other than this. None of us would have it any other way,
it is to easy to get framed and innocently go off to fucking prison.
Many guilty's are out walkin' and talkin', while the innocent's are
all locked away inside. As I said to Paula, and some others, Regis
sir, dog roofs and radio stations all notwithstanding, “BE
CAREFUL”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What is good for the goose,
you know. I have nothing against the American Criminal Justice
System, except for when it doesn't work, which is quite often. IN MY
CASE, IT NEVER DOES, AND NEVER HAS.
Let
me quickly get into the song from 1988 that I Copyrighted and wrote
from my home in Moorestown, NJUSAESMWG, a mile or so away from the
home of baseball giant, Mitch Williams, AKA Mister World Series
Gamethrow. I know he honestly tried his best, but some were ready in
1993, to shoot the poor devil. But baseball, at least not at this
precise second, is not the topic at hand folks. The
song was what led to the project sent down for copyright, called
“THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT”. This is why since the middle
of the past decade, my blogs on the web are titled this, along with
the additional, “INTERNET VERSION”, so 'LIKE DUHHHHH'!!!!!!!!!!!
Remember by the way great folks that my
1988 song
“Prophet of Nothing”,
is actually the title track on my 1988 musical
© Copyrighted project called “Epitome of Harassment, Part Two”.
U will naught ever find the song listed by its name on my many times
capped-in copyrights file sheet from
the great and vely endlessly illustrious
Library of the Congress, of Wash your hands, Washington, 13-600,
District of Columbia, YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!
Dave
and I had taken a trip in the first week in August back a couple of
years, in 1986, one night, into New York City. He wanted to go to
some club, and see some friends of his, a musical group called “New
Shoes”. I could not handle Saturday night traffic in this
incredible city so he took the wheel and parked us a few blocks from
the club, as he was not able to find a spot closer than this. I
relaxed in the passenger seat for close to an hour while he was
inside this club, doing whatever he was doing. As soon as he rounded
a corner block, along came a girl crossing from my right to my left,
and I could not take my eyes off of this tall teenaged curly haired
cutie pie. I admit I was pushing 32 and that she was half my age,
but the statute of limitations will run out on what I did with her
on the 2nd of August, back in 1993. I believe laws have altered, but
grandfathers rights in more ways than one, keep me from seeing the
inside of a prison. She told me that her feet hurt as she came
around to the driver side of the parked car, and peered in at me,
cautiously but confidently. I told her my friend is in the club down
the street seeing his pals the New Shoes group. She smiled and asked
if she could sit inside and get off of her feet. She removed her
shoes and left me instantly wishing she had not, pretty as her feet
were. Until 2008 ran around, I thought of this night only a few
times ever, and remembered little detail. I know we had a little
fun, not the only time I had fun in a car during this period in my
life, and yes, with the under-aged, as I was going through the
normal middle life crises, that went onto worsen ten to twenty years
later, until I began blogging and telling my life story, which had
quite a therapeutic effect, and calmed me down like a bottle of
Ativan tablets. I thought her name was Maria Kelly, and thought no
more of this fuzzy memory, other than to write a very mean song
about the experience and copyright it on August 15th, in 1986, a
couple weeks after the night in the city, called, “Real Good
Girl”. Before she exited the vehicle as I had seen David coming
back from the club towards the car; she heard some female artist
playing on my car stereo, and had noticed my tape recorder in the
back seat with a cassette all ready loaded into it, as I was keeping
a life journal of things happening to me. She turned the music way
up, and literally blew the poor artist, whoever it was, right out of
the water, with a voice like nothing I had ever heard or imagined in
my wildest mind. In the few minutes before David had been seen
walking towards us from quite a distance, and there was a very
bright advertising light right where he was walking past and easy to
spot. She had asked me if she could have the tape, and I said that I
needed it because it had stuff on it on the flip side, personal
conversations with a man named Shorty MacInvondi. She giggled at his
name and never knew it was a made up name and used for purposes of
electronic metaphysics, unlike Donna Summer Jason, who knows all
this so well, at least now, but she knew it then, and was convinced
early in the eighties that I was sending magical signals to her,
because I used a fast erase button that caused a bias playback high
oscillating tone to be audible with good speakers, and she admitted
it in her 1982 album. Anyway, I really liked this curly haired girl
and we exchanged phone numbers, but I threw hers away near the
Lincoln tunnel, as she would have ended up putting me on Rikers
Island eventually. I had no idea at all, that SR would be the only
charge against me if PK pressed charges on me, as she knew stuff
that I did not. She insisted on having the tape, and even though I
told her I could not give it to her, she faked out like she was
putting the recorder back in the back seat, as it was attached by a
short rope, around the seat head rest of the passenger front seat.
She lifted the tape, as when I got home it was gone. I never heard
anything like her voice, it was straight from the heavens.
None
of this by itself is all that amazing as far as PCN-781, but when
you factor in other things, watch this all widen out. July 12, 1970
was the last NIGHT, and the only NIGHT, that Sarah's great gang
called the Atlantic City QM, standing for Quoddy Mockers, was ever
seen by me. They knew me and liked me a lot, they all called me
THAT-BOY, and never knew my name. Cousin (SANDY) Sandra Shah
Snowhite, of Narberth, PAUSAESMWG; told them my name, but they all
insisted on calling me, THAT-BOY. I lied about seeing SARAH herself,
the only lie ever told on MORIANITY, but enough to place my good
name and credibility into question, unfortunately. It gets a lot
better still so do not faint out on me yet peeps, please. Nightmares
that recurred all through the late eighties and nineties of the past
century, haunted me in series of ominous and outlandish vividly
colorful dreams of groups and groups of huge air balloons. The girl
running the entire thing that was going on, was always the same; and
her name was Patty Lang. This name, Paula King, and many others, is
one powerful entity and personality by the name Later I realized I
had worked with a girl by this name at the recording studio and had
totally put this out of my conscious mind from 1979-1981 until I
quit on March the eleventh. Her husband was a commercial airlines
pilot. They commuted from a place right near the Delaware Memorial
Bridge, one hell of a spurious long commute to both of their jobs.
Photos of air balloons were both on her hand bag at the studio, as
well as a stick or peel on, where she was given permission to place.
on the main duplicator machine near the master system; connected to
the group of 10 or so electronic-slaves or “duplicators” both
accepted terms in the recording business of those days, and I saw
these balloons every night at work. This led to those nightmares
beginning after I met and did the unspeakable with my own daughter,
regarding balloons and Patty. As for God's
Dog, our Midge at the Judge's place in Hammonton Berryville, Frank
Raso; owner of the rooming-house, before I had been talked into
moving in with these distant cousins of my kid; was the most
adorable dog I ever met. Add got rid of poor little Midge because
she had attacked and killed one
of her [precious Cockateel birds. Spell fucking checker
is no help whatsoever and I know the species of that bird type is
misspelled, so no comments please, tell MICROSUCKS to improve their
rotten spellchecker system.
THANK-YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
know for almost certain, Dawn-Marie called her distant cuzz MC, and
sent her a pix. Right after this, she got the same dog. I
could be wrong but feel that I am not. The empire ruler knows that
on the Astral Plane, I can indeed talk, and that she is endlessly
age sixteen out in her wonderful city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. This is
why I ended up seeing her cool commercial on television that day
with the treadmill.
I
had my friend at the Indian River State College (IRSC) here in South
Florida, run just a few things like this as mathematical odds for
happening all just by random chance. He told me it would be
trillions if not quadrillions to one against this all being just
coincidental. I believe him. Do any of you? This is a tenured
professor, not a disabled nutcase certified by the psychiatric
profession as a life-long whack-job. Then there is Babylon and all
its yacht clubs, banker uncles, astral trips, and balloon bank
payments. This is where I was forced to go and visit these rotten
and snooty relatives of mine, and was put to work like a slave,
either in the yard or on that rotten boat that he loved to take out
sailing around LI Sound every freaking summer, with his pal MISTER
JIMMY DEAN, and his daughter Christine, who I hear in
1975, got a bit hot and heavy. Oh well, who am
I to talk, after that night with my own daughter in 1986?
I wonder how far I was from Rikers Island. I
suppose,
as close as the nearest cop,
oh well, fortune favors the foolish; huh
William Whales
Shatner????????????????????????????
When I talked a
dozen blogs or so back about comparing PCN-550 with PCN-550, the
reason it fucked up, is my error folks, for those who fucking caught
this, sorry. It was December, two-thousand-nine, but I typed into
the blog 2010, my error, oh well Bruce Allen Pennock of 1973,
NOBODY'S PERFECT, not even Mini Great
Jewelly, or Mini Great
Ripperton!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “So
sahwee”,
Ambassador Bomb of December the seventh, in 1941, oh kind
sir. Watch the audio volume. Hell my next door nut case nabe would
wipe out Fort Pierce with that song that I sent down there back in
1983, sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit.
MAGNESONIC,
KICK IN OR I WILL FLUCKING KICK YUCKING GRASS, YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!
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Oh Dawn and Daddy; quit sliding that disgusting junk. YUK!!!!!
Not only didn't I kick much ass, but I got the ass kicking of the century, to quote my old ex-business partner from the great SPR, Mister PP Pedersen. But I now now that I had lots and lots of help in getting totally destroyed, as if I wasn't mother fuckiGN wrecked, ruined, and totally destroyed in hell, long before I even came here to Sunny Paradise Florida, from up there in No Joysey! I believe it is even on the dam CD, but in any case, “What a family”! Boy oh boy, Mom and Diana, could I use some dam help out here in the hyperspace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe Evelyn didn't tell the whole story to me, after-all she was just a little damn girl, up there on Heinz's yacht dock, in what many New Yorker locals refer to as South Huntington; and I remember it only as babbling on and on, or for short, and to keep the flucking Egyptian Pharaohs happy, BABYLON, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOOO, WEEEEEEEEEEEE!
08-08-08 HUH DARIUS. HEY BRAH, when you try using the link I posted, you still have to type in your name of Deezy slim in a search box. If there is a direct link to your great stuff, old pal; feel free to post it on my blog. Just promise not to choke me like 'Lakehouse Disney-Monster-Ass-Nick' likes to do, in these near-parallel places; such as that rotten damn ass lake house, YO DUDES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What did I ever do to any of these slobs, kind Sheriff sir, that I deserve all of this 1981 Pandora's Box Treatment, fully opened with all River-Snakes of Krassleville, spewing out all over the place; and not racing up Mister Krassle's escalator of life???????? Pay the cable TV their rightful share, all you music celebs; YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.
Oh yes, if you're out there somewhere Sherry, and your weirdo pal, who thinks he's fucking Mister Krassle; I could use your help, you lovely giant girl you. Holy Moley Holly Molly 4-Crissake, YO-YO-BOUNCE!!! Town to town, house to house, shadow monster to shadow monster, nightmare to nightmare. Hey Morty Mortino; I am stuck here in this life, YO angel of death!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Blog ending time is 4:34 AM. And I screwed up on a recent previous bwog YO and said PM when it was AM, so yes good folks, I am so sahwee 4 that whittle truck up, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISSION, and WHAAAAAA-BIT Fudd!!!!!!
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