4:35 AM, Sunday, August 6, 2023

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I NEVER ESCAPED CAPTAIN PICARD'S HELL BOX

NEW ENGLISH TIMES-------CHAPTER 20

OLD ROMAN TIMES---------CHAPTER XX

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SUNDAY, AUGUST 6, 2023---JWSC-SAT-11-229

CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 6:6

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The Global Enlightenment Of Morianity, 4 Millennium-3

Here is what is happening today: First the WOMO-SPACEFORCE MAGICALLY BROKE UP MY SLEEP A-G-A-I-N, and then the computer is doing things that proves what I said yesterday, on Blog Chapter 19 of INECPHBI-2031. I will not say 2 much, as I have learned that the quantum effects R completely and totally disastrous 4 me 2 do such things. U truly do need 2 know WHEN 2 SHUT THE TRUCK UP, that is if you happen 2-B Mister pitiful and pathetic Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey, U can indeed violate these principles, or I can, yes; but it is always a major disaster causing event, so I've learned simply 2 avoid doing it. But I can tell U all some of thissssssss, oh lovely Mizz 1983 Luccisnakes of AMC, mah'm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There were some parts of that FONT that I told on recent-prior-blogs, that simply cannot B used on this machine because it causes many numerous hacking type of problems 4 me. I had some of this font still on that document as well as some other documents, and yet it did not screw up, however what we all can hopefully agree 2 call the intermittent commandeering Millionth Council assault, can kick in at any time of their particular choosing, and then POW, all of DOGTOWN busts loose 4 me, or anyone else whom they may B choosing 2 truck around with, such as that radio station in Miami, Flowerland-USA during their program of call-in listeners regarding the topic of the BERMUDA TRIANGLE. 4 short, I call this assault by the MC, the I-C assault, and AKA the ICMCA, and pronounced simply as the 'ICKMICKA'!!!!!!!!!! I should have taken the time 2 avoid this goddamn mother shmucking ICKMICKA by finding all of the recently posted works with that SERIF-DE-JAVU-CONDENSED-FONT on it, and altered the font 2 a different one with a simple highlight and then a click onto a new font. It was only a wee tad bit time consuming, and by naught doing it Mizz Blake and Mizz Hollister, well; here is what we get. I instantly become subject 2 the whims of the MC, and their extremely trustworthy and beyond mucking ass annoying, as well as potentially even major ass threatening ICKMICKA. I know better, but 2 avoid taking the time every so often, 2 do just what needs B done in my special circumstances and shituations; I slack off, an dyes, sooner or later, also end up paying the futhermucking piper as well, as THAT, lovely daughter, is indeed a FORMULA-CONSTANT; at least 4 good ole' pitiful whittle me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!

I wish 2 make a somewhat weird, at least in my humble opinion (IMHO) observation here, that I have definitely noticed as a powerful reality in this present 2023 year, and that is as follows: WEEKENDS vary in one of two ways in so far as viewers coming up on these blogs. They NEVER R THE SAME AS WEEKDAYS, only they can vary in both directions from the norms of the weekdays. The viewing is either much higher than the weekday-average, OR it is much lower than the weekday average, but it NEVER EVER REMAINS THE SAME 'AS' THE WEEKDAY AVERAGE!!!!!! 2 me oh world, I simply find this all quite 'fascinating', if that is you will allow me 2 quote the mighty now Latengrate Sir Leonard Nemoy, playing the character-part on the television show called original 60's Star Trek, by the name of Mister Spock. Y do I? Well it is quite simply weelwee YO. It is an in your face marvel, at least 2 poor dummy little me, and if anyone of U can C the simply reasons 2 it, I sure wish that U would help me both restore my comments count and also tell me that simple in my face answer, as 2 my mind YO oh mighty banker god Latengrate Sir Heinz Gottwald of the seventies; it makes perfect sense that a view count on me' bwogs would significantly differ in an average, from weekday counts 2 weekend counts, but ONLY IN ONE WAY OR ITS COUNTERPART OTHER WAY, and then would remain a consistent event of always being either a lot greater or a lot lesser, but naught in some weird unexplainable ever changing alternation!!!!!! As I said, if it makes sense however 2 anyone of U out here; I would sure appreciate upping me' recently hacked or ICKMICKA caused COMMENTS-DWINDLING-COUNT, with a nice genius explainable 2 this, as I admit 2 naught always appearing 2-B on the same wavelength as most so-called more normal peeps most of the time, an old expression used by me now long ago departed, whittle frucking mommy; who took one horrendous and nasty-ass secret right smack dab into her miserable rotten grave, did she naught, oh lovely Mizz AT&T BLAKE, and Mister AT&T Rambo, from 1983 and 1984 respectively, YO?????????????? WOW!!!!!!!!!!!! How anyone of U out here can continue 2 refuse 2 believe that my entire story is real and true, utterly flabbergasts me right 2 me' own damn ass whittle pathetic gwave, YO kind FWOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Friday night at work, the bowel attack was bad, and the electrical attack at the guard shack was bad, but then came the [on the job] attack itself. There were more jerk offs around than I had ever seen there in my nearly 3 years of employment at this work site. FLYERS WILL GO ON WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The markets will go UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U have heard me on more than one occasion give U the 4 HELL GROUPS used against me by scummy mother jamming MO: PEOPLE, ANIMALS, MACHINES, and WEATHER. Let me give some kind of example. First, remember the dog that tucked with me at the job that was always friendly with me, until the terrible siege day back two July’s ago. It is all on the blog called the MORIANITY BIBLE. There was also a dog that violently attacked me near a railroad overpass in 1970 where I had no where 2 run nor hide, and had to jump fully clothed off of this 30 foot rail road track into the Newton Creek, in West Collingswood, NJUSAESMWG. Later on I learned that the Newton Creek Queens-of Danger, the most dangerous and tough and gorgeous girl gang in the state at the time, owned this dog, and they had sicked it on me obviously, and a month later the Queen Leader Dorothea tied a heavy boat motor to my leg and threw me off of my boat and tried to drown me. What I did to her mom a year later would have had me put in reform school, if caught, today; I would B in prison 4 the rest of my life. I laugh at the Abbey Carmichael’s of the world, that claim that kids R damaged goods if they do a bad thing, what bull shit, the things I did as a kid and a young teen, 2 get back at people who tried literally 2 either directly murder me, or make my nightmare existence a living burning breathing shit hell, could never B admitted to in this new age politically correct world. U would have had 2B living in the 60’s and the 70’s 2 understand that life then and life now, a short period in mans total history, had a major sociological jump like never B4 in the history of mankind, and I know this 4 a fact. I also know that this gang and its leader was told by the great all mighty Callio’s of good old Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, 2 mess with me, but what I cannot get fully into today as we do not have time, U, nor me, but I know the kerlian counterpart of situations!!!!!! If U use a kerlian photography photo and snap a tree limb on the tree, and then cut the limb off and retake a new picture, the area where the tree limb was, will show up in its energy counterpart. This is real and U can check stuff out on Google and the net, I do not want U2 take me at my word, when U can so easily and quickly verify these things that I tell U. When I say that this happened, it may have happened on the astral plane and never got around to happening in the particular part of hyperspace where UR now reading my blog on the internet, and then again it may have, but either way, all that is on any MW anywhere in the total complete HS, exists in its one and only astral counterpart. How can I not B in hell when I know these truths, when I know that on this higher and truer reality, these things actually work out into these interactions, and it then will soon happen to me here physically, or in many cases, indeed already had occurred. I also know the secret energy-reality that lays behind these interactions, here in physicality. Here is a quick and easily relatable example, did U ever walk into a store or anywhere, and a person looks at U with pure hate in their eyes, U know without a doubt that they simply and 4 no good reason, totally hate your guts? This is because astrally, the two of U know each other well, we all know each other, actually we R each other, but cannot even touch this today, an back on point, U and this hater most likely had a bad interaction astrally, and it made itself into your physicality, or better said, the both of UR dreaming in the interaction that UR having astrally, and here at this one point in mortal world time [MW], it just so happens, that U both R now dreaming down mutually that UR running into each other here at this physical counterpart location and interaction. This girl gang, as well as the Atlantic City girl gang, and some others; all exist in groups astrally, and my problems here on Earth, mostly come from stuff that is happening on the Astral Plane. There is a lady probably retired by now, who worked 4 the AT&T phone company in 1983, and her name was Miss Blake. In time all the things on these blogs will B backed up with sound bites, as this was all audio-recorded. When lightning tried to make contact with me after leaving the room in the sun to move to the Atco, NJUSAESMWG, she knew precisely what she was doing. U must understand that lightning, Diana Zuudlocrenesia Arteemis, chose to enter the human realm in a normal human body, hence being able 2 remain in 3rd phase lawtronically. This human being is the great recording artist known world wide as Diana Ross. Now U know if UR following the blogs and the true story, that my 1969 song with its revised 1981 arrangement and sent to the copyright office also that year, was used in the song Chain Reaction, by whoever wrote that song 4 Diana Ross, about 4 years later. But back in the spring of 1983, 13 years B4 I wrote the song SARAH, Diana had called me and her daughter or daughters were in the background screaming. Even at the tender age of 5 or so, a complex piece of 'audiospectronics', or devices all bussed together, that analyze sound and then graphs and matches small fractal wave-lines of numerous frequencies; was connected up to this old tape from 1983, about a year ago, quite by accident. This is a complex oscilloscope screen that with a 1997 special video card made 4 putting computer images on large TV monitor screens, Aniwho, by pure happenstance, while connecting up a bunch of DVD and VCR machines, into a large A/V busing system, and by pure random chance, a station was on with a TV show called GIRLFRIENDS, and when one of the lovely chicks was speaking, the equasonic buzzer went off, and I had just had the tape running into all of this junk that had the 1983 phone conversation, and there was a total even oscilloscope-match on the TV, and this caused a connected buzzer 2 sound through the TV speakers. It happened every time Tracee spoke and went off into a different square-sine wave when the other beauty queens would speak. I made a camcorder copy of this. Now, what U do not know is that Miss Blake told me 24 years ago in Middle May, no one could call me, there is no way anyone could get through. This double verifies that lightning is indeed in human form as Ross, which I knew all these years, but thanks to the TV hit show 'G-F', where her daughter stars in, I have legal verification that she is lightning in human form. No human being could get on my line, and Miss Blake said that I had been taken offline, and was not connected into anything, when I claim this call came in that day in May of ’83. Naturally, this is today’s TRS. They get better, Al Jolson, just keep it going and flowing ya rotten prick bastards, my secrets R many and major, and one will come with each blog until I get a fucking back off, your move toilet seat joy-rockers!!!!!!!!!!!

To continue with the 4 HELL groups, not food groups, being animals, weather, people, and machines, there is much more 2 say with the animal part but I have told U some today, and the MB told about the dog at my job from two July’s back, now the machines, U know by now how the GMC or the Great Millionth Council fucks with me endlessly with this particular persecution. Now, 4 the weather part, here is a bite of shit 4-U-2 chew on. The weather plays huge parts in all of this. First when I need lightning around me the very most, I usually get a Randy Vanwarmer-1979 deal. Many summers, I have many a terrible cry because lightning won’t come around no matter how much I get on the phone and beg her not to leave me down and lonely and sick inside. Then there is my weekend job. The enemy is never as bad 4 the most part when it rain, so when is there ever any rain on Saturdays and Sundays, just about any good rainstorm is Monday through Friday, unless I am not working a weekend job. Then there is the driving in dangerous snow problem, does it ever snow on Monday through Friday? No, it fucking always waits 4 the weekends 4 this hellish bull skit!!!!! I could go on and on.

Most people that enjoy promiscuous sex in the future use kits. Re-tracing is total taboo. Kits R similar to police ID sketch artists and computer programs, U design the woman from head to toe, right down to the sound of her voice, but she is not human. Androids do the job well, but I happen to prefer being able to have the real and actual girls that I have known or known of during various lives that I have mortally lived. Only a re-traced signal amplified with an audio/video/material recording system can bring back the dead. This is what I was guilty of doing as a Labber in the mid late 23rd century, and I was told by Gawky Gaukauk that I only thought that I had successfully escaped the SKYCAR-100 Prison-Transport Vehicle, and was given this implanted false memory, C a movie with Governor Cali-negger [ARNIE], called 'TOTAL RECALL'. They ripped it all off from DSD tapes, talked about on my first of the now 5 blogs, the MB, when I told my story by faking a phone conversation with some one, and putting D-S on the flip side to boost the credibility of the message on the front side. Choppers and planes and road noises R off the scale here at Ann Silva’s pad today, it is totally unfathomable, Karen, U just godda get me 2 the islands B4I totally lose it and go postal. Back 2 Total Recall, I talked about my getting [FULL RECALL], and months later, out comes the governor’s movie. Yea Mr. Davito, your taxi ripped off my TPB book, and Arnie can protect U all he wants, and the little girl and I can have a rotisserie contest someday if it doesn’t get Adam Heart and Stephanie Powers 2 excited!!!!!!!!!!!! END TRANSMISSION, NOT TRANSMISSION, ANOTHER FAMOUS PBE {prior blogging error}.

COPYRIGHT MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN: ALL BLOGGING IS CO-COPYRIGHTED IN THESE NAMES AND IN CO-OP WITH THE GOOGLE AND INTERNET SYSTEM AS PERMITTED BY LAW, IF THESE NAMES R ON THESE BLOGS. THIS IS AN OFFICIAL WEB LOGGING LEGAL DOCUMENT, SWORN BY ME UNDER OATH VOLUNTARILY, UNDER PERJURY CHARGES AND PENALTIES. END TRANSMISSION OF DATFILE XVII.

Post Script #1, A MAJOR MILLIONTH COUNCIL HACK JACK LATTISAW ATTACK almost got me, but I caught it and corrected it, HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!

Some peeps use fantastic expensive algorithms in order 2 do things that actually R all automatically built into the cosmic system or the cosmos or the universe, 2 quote that awesomely beyond white hot gorgeous lovely Mizz Jenifer Love Hewitt here from her marvelous television show, 'Ghost Whisperer'. It min all honestly peeps, is truly built into the 'elevator room', the 6^th dimension, the mental plane, whatever nomenclature that anyone of U would ever wish 2 use here, but it all is saying the exact same damn ass thing, YO, and IPYT gwate peeps!!!!!!!! I merely randomly, or SEEMINGLY-RANDOMLY when in real SAFET-TRUTH there is no such thing of course AS TRUE RANDOMS in this cosmos (universe) 'whatever Bob from 1975-1980. I do this with me' blog-capping-jobs quite frequently, and it is just as if, and I know it; I had some extremely expensive algorithm system and program, all connected into me' word open office dock, and I promise U all, that I simply DO NAUGHT. I even game the temporarily imagined character of Steve at the Walgreen's and the park, (SIR SWAP), several credits when it was of course just whittle ole' me all along, who came up with several power house items, one being that I should randomly take stuff in me' files, and do just that, and most will remember those times back close 2 a decade ago now, while I was residing at that nightmare PEE-HA Building. But what I plan 2 reveal and get into with so many things up there in Atlantic City, and with the King and Callio and McGuire clans that R all part of the WASHCLOTH NIGHTMARE TAWF FAMILY OF DOGTOWN, will go beyond any so-far TMMB from 1969! These futhermucking slicks literally all come straight from what mortal world is termed H---E---L---L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Any one of U out here R completely free 2 open up and read the right side section of that final page in your King James Version HOLY BIBLES, AND JUST C-Y-I CALL IT DOGTOWN, here in best possible mortal world English present times translation of lingo and verbiage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Out beyond that and up into the astral-nest, is Halloweentown, and yes, the great DISNEY-MONSTER-CRICHTON MAYOR CALLIO BOTBAR, AKA MAYOR CALIBAR. Wanna' cut me one of your famous breaks there, oh lovely Mizz Margie Leo of 1985 and times of the mighty lightning car MC-FLY, without of course, any THEN, transdimensional New Jersey cities, grocery stores, schools, youth detention centers, or magic cupcakes and families, huh there President John Fitzgerald Kennedy oh sir? I sure wish 2 Jesus Christ Almighty, that U would kick in here 4 me, oh Planet Leader Parmon, right about now; and say your famous statement 2 all of me' Blogaudians, as well as 2 anyone else that any of this pertains 2 here on the Earth Planet, that U made 2 the great awesome Captain Shatner James Kirk, “HOW CAN U LET THIS GO ON”? I know that many of U out here know!

I WAS SO SCARED THAT DAY IN MAY, WHILE YOU'RE FAVORITE GAME YOU'D PLAY. AS YOUR 1-2-3, KEPT SIGNALING ME THAT YOU'RE THERE. I DIDN'T SEE JUST HOW, OR WHAT I HAD. AND INSTEAD I GOT SO MAD. I TOOK OUT THE PHONE, AND WAS CUT OFF ALONE, AND I MADE MY BABY SAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM SO SO SO SORRY, MY WONDERFUL LOVELY BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING.

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There was no technology like this back in 1983, YO!!!!

Still, being chocked to death began in 1983, and was made far worse in 2015. But they didn't kill me, and they couldn't kill me. Highland Avenue-1984 Mark Wayne Mohr, just keeps doing the COPPER-TOP BATTERY Dance of Forever; huh, Peter Paul Pedersen Pan Geico!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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MARK WAYNE MOHR

As I said, and now reiterate because it's of major damn importance: Using the Fascitar, and having the knowledge of where to go, once you apparently seem to wake up into PLANK, or (the purgatory), astral or spiritual existence, of thought equals instantaneous reality duplication; is step one. Step two is when you are on the Astral-Plane, your very first thought needs to be, I wish to be with the Almighty Goddess in the capitol city (heaven) (GOD) or however any one of you reading these words is more comfortable saying it; and when correctly mastered, which takes the average man or woman or teenager, about one to two weeks of three days a week practice; you will get your mind blown so far that it will not ever be what it was before you went.

Here is the magical FASCITAR. What people don't get is just how powerful this shit really and truly is. If I tried to charge $1,000.00 to send these instructions to you, printed on super fancy U. S. mint type of paper and printed on some wild brew of ink, you would all say it was valuable. That is how fuckiGN stupid people of Planet Earth are. I am giving away the tucking mint, and most everyone alive is saying, “screw you Mountainpen”! Well, I am still giving it away. Even the great Mizz Know-It-All from 1974 only knew part of this. The final part is never printed or wasn't, not in 1969 when new copies were retrieved from a lost Mayan culture from the stars, or some other crap the AAT Club might dream up. I already know there is only one world that counts, and anything else is a bunch of illusion and slit.

Lay down on a flat comfortable surface, and be sure it is dark and quiet. If you need to wear a blindfold and put ear-buds in with some white noise repeating looped sound track, do it. It is best to be unclothed, but 'whatever' to quote my old 1975 pal, Bob Andrews! Those living alone or in any situation where they can do this in a private room, dark and quiet, will receive the best and quickest successful results. But don't lose hope when it won't happen on your first try. I don't know one dam Tibetan Guru who got it oon their first try. You only need to actually DO two steps. The first part of the four things you need to do, as well as the fourth; merely need to be mastered by repetition. For those who know of and practiced stuff, such as what you'll find in Robert Monroe's great book on the subject of 'astral-projection', throw away all the shit you think you know about this topic, and merely begin all over again as though this is all totally new to you. His stuff may or may not work for various people, but I assure you that you will not be able to accomplish the results that the Fascitar will bring to you, once you master its unfathomable secret, and develop this quite outlandish skill.

STEP ONE OF FOUR:

You need to feel divinely blissful. In order to do this, while laying motionless in your dark quiet solitude; you must learn to daydream. Even people such as me, with rotten lives, can daydream. All of us no matter what, have something somewhere, that pretending this is surrounding you; would make you feel almost giddy and high, naturally of course. Don't confuse this with step-2, as things may appear similar, but they are not really. Each step needs to be done. You must follow this to an exact tee, no cheating, and no exceptions to the rule. So find something in your life that totally tops your number ten list for things you look back on and go, 'Oh shit was that mind bending cool and wonderful, squared'! Fixate on that thing that is a ten with a double bullet in your cap, and pretend it is all around you. When I did this, I used my times at the Atlantic City beaches in 1969, when Ziggy and I enjoyed swims, and talks together; and had a really cool time. This is not done over and over as the next step item I talk about needs to be done. This instead is done but once, but you keep doing it until you almost feel a tingling sensation, from the happy feelings pulsating throughout you. If you do this right, and wasn't born in prison or hell, and find the right thing in your life to remember; you will get that divine blissful feeling of ecstasy, and without using stupid sixty hippie drugs to get there. Once you reach the end of step-1, we move onto step two.

STEP TWO OF FOUR:

This is where you operate a two-part instruction system that may seem ridiculous and stupid. Following it precisely however; is key to your success in becoming a skilled user of Fascitar. Choose a person or place that you wish to visit. Yes, I told you this would seem to be a lot like step-1. It isn't. It needs to be followed very carefully. You need to do it ten times, so don't make the daydream real long with a million twists and turns like in some James Bond thriller. Keep it reasonably simple. Visualize your spirit essence sort of oozing out of your body as if an elephant were to step on a very large tube of toothpaste. After this, and have your road map clear in your mind, begin your journey. Remember this must be run like a tape in your mind, and the precise number of ten repetitions is pivotal for making this work. When I used to do this after my mom brought home this wild information from her office, I would choose a person to visit and tell them to call me on the telephone. I did this with two people, and they both called me. This is real folks, not some parlor trick game. Don't mess with this unless you truly want to prove to yourself that life and death is a big hoax, and that your true self is not contained in your current physical housing or shell, (body). So whatever it might be, keep it about 30-90 seconds long, but concentrate hard, and don't mock this thing, because if you do it correctly and take it seriously, you'll be in for the shock of your life that you don't need any fucking illegal drugs like LSD or any of it, to take mind bending trips outside of ordinary reality, and see the results even, should you wish to, as did I. Again I stress that you need to do this ten times, not 8, not 9, not 11, not 12, BUT TEN TMES! Once you reach the end of step-2, we move onto step three.

STEP THREE OF FOUR:

This also is a rote item, where you must do the following thing, exactly 6 TIMES. This is where you command your astral body, silently in your mind, to leave you in several hours, and go and do what you just imagined, whatever that may have been. You are totally free to change that up each time you practice this procedure, but you must stay with this exact 'trip' in each individual practice session. You are free to command your astral-body to leave you and go on that imagined-journey, in 3 hours, or 2, or 4, or whatever you personally feel comfortable with, but the idea is that you need an hour to fall asleep and be asleep physically, minimum, and then, depending on if you are a light sleeper who never sleeps without waking up much past 3 hours, you need to adjust the timing to your own personal needs and physical habits, based on your sleep habits, bladder weakness, and other situations. Once you reach the end of step-3, we move onto step four.

STEP FOUR OF FOUR:

This is that magic part that I will give you from a lot of personal experience. It won't be found in any mystery-texts from Mayan ruins to the mountains of Tibet, or anywhere on this planet. I promise you that. Most if not all people who succeed in this occult exercise, will wake up into a waking-freeze state. Your muscles freeze up when you dream, because if they didn't, you would have a high probability of injuring yourself in your body while having nightmares, at various points of your life. Some people can have limited mobility as they go in-between dream and waking states, and many a spouse has the black eye to prove that, unless wife dear or hubby boy is using the excuse to belt his or her significant other and get away with it. Still, all joking aside; I'll move on. This exercise will eventually cause you to wake up asleep. This is when your original trip that you may or may not remember with your conscious mind, has ended; but you now are in 100% absolute control over a new trip and dream, and you can enter hyperspace from that point, or move off the physical hyperspace, and onto the ASTRAL-PLANE (the Purgatory). You can do this at will, and you will have no trouble whatsoever doing this, IF that is, you are aware of what is happening to you at this magical point, and can properly take control and keep calm, because numerous things will happen to most people who do this, and end up awake in a dream in their bed. While awake in this dream, you will see your room clearly, and it will appear to move in two parts, almost like windshield wipers in a car. You also will hear a buzzing wine type of sound, that is almost nauseating. You may feel your heart go faster, and then just stop abruptly, but this is a pure illusion. You don't need to have a beating heart, to be dreaming. A doctor will disagree, but they cannot grasp the higher stuff that is being talked about in these instructions. My point however to all of this is that you need to get past the fear. You will experience a blast of fear like nothing you can imagine, because mortal life is all we remember when we are inside of it, and we think we are dying or dead in this wild new condition, along with sounds and visions that become very scary to even the biggest cons in the prison yards. They fear dying just like all of you do. But you MUST GET BEYOND THAT FEAR to make the Fascitar work for you. This is the really powerful part and step, because getting to the mountaintop so to speak is great, but not if after we get there, someone steals our shoes and our coat and we must turn back and go home. When you reach the point where you can wake up frozen, and then instead of commanding your higher self (astral-body) to go somewhere, which in truth nothing ever really goes anywhere, as we are not even here to begin with; but don't try tackling that crap right now folks; but when you reach that point, this is when you need to just will yourself and see yourself on the ASTRAL-PLANE. I don't even will myself there first and then to any particular interaction there in the purg. I will myself from my bed, straight into the great capitol city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, or (HEAVEN) by your religious systems. Now I am not saying that doing this won't totally alter your life. Even big Oprah Winfrey knows that it does, and had a lady on her show, back when she had her show on network-television, in the middle nineteen-nineties. She'll remember this lady if you ask her about this, and then show her these words of Fascitar. I know 95% of my audience are big shots who know her well. Go ahead, put me to the test, and see if I fail your credibility meter!

I did not tell you any details of the wild ''dream'' from last night, and no, you are not imagining that I did not. I was very busy going through hell with noise today, inside and outside, as well as many annoyances and major black hat computer hacking!!!!!

If I told all of the dream, we would be many hours of me typing, and maybe, you reading. SHEEEEEEEEIT, why take the chance of boring my audience to death? I will just tell you a few highlights. I was speaking to several people that I only know here at major big shot people, and yet over there, we know each other well, and one is President Barack Obama, and his entire family. I am sure over here, he thinks I am just a major nut case, and he is entitled to his beliefs. Over there, he too is in politics, an dis a governor, and don't ask me which state, as I was in no mood to ask him about that, after he told me that I needed to remember some incredible things back where I am asleep physically an dyes, that's a dam direct quote. When he went onto tell me, it had to do with the trip in late 1983 down to Orlando, Florida, from up in Jersey, as well as the throat specialist, and the major horrible experience of the memory loss on my trip back from there, and to that wild house on the highway, that I have had recurring nightmares about for years, but they stopped about a decade back, praise the gods. I also spoke with some people who I do know over here, and who are name recognized. They were telling me that I needed to realize what happened to me during that time that my mom and I were having those horrible problems with the Hammonton Texaco mechanic-owner, Jerry, who I have blogged about over and over, several years back. He told me that this man now is the head chauffeur for Mariah Carey the great diva, an dyes, the one from the wild dreaming interaction of the first day of summer time in 2008, Mister Jersey-Logo Weirdo. Remember people, in case you are new to my blogs, or forgot; this wild experience was very major, as MC showed me where I was soon going to be living, because this is where it all took place, just in that parallel universe, instead of being a home owned by Hammonton, New Jersey Judge, Frank Raso; it was some medical building, but other than for that one difference, the two worlds totally collided.

Lads and lassies; my life cannot be rationally explained. Not by mother fuckign great psychiatrists, not by the UFO experts, not by those who hate me, or those that don't, and not by many many other categories as well, YO.

In addition to all of this; take my entire ten year blog now, and multiply all of it by a thousand, and maybe, just mother fuckiGN maybe; it may come somewhere close to rationally interpreting some degree, of the life and what it all is about, of me; Mark Wayne Mohr, the Mountainpen, and the receiver of Morianity. I did not say the creator or the inventor; so please take strong note of that, right here and right now, great Lieutenant Anita VanBuren as well as everybody else. Thanks!

DREAMS, VISION, SLAPSTICK, & 3 STOOGE TAKES:

AND ALL FROM THE 1^st WEEK IN OCTOBER OF 2008!!!!!!!!

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for a nice burger and a bowl of dam ice cream, and then to bed with old asshole Mister Mountainpen. WHAAAAAAAAAAAHA!

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This fantastic looking burger is available at all wonderful Walmart stores, everywhere. And so are these luscious delicious looking strawberries, YO!!!

HOLY DAM WOW, FOLKS!!!

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Jumping catfish at light speed squared, those babies can be addicting. I used to tell my mom, when we would be out shopping, don't be screwing with other people's kids. My mom didn't mean anything at all wrong, but in a screwed up society filled with pervo's and sickos, one must now be careful to just be mindful to always keep to our own business. Once upon a time, life was no where near like this unnatural shit of today and this is the trade off that people want and insist upon so much, They want their cell phones and their own little universes in their hand, but now we live in a world of garbage where you cannot even smile or say hello to a soul.

Our love was true, our love was rare

No other love could ever compare

Now that you're gone

My spirits are low

And baby baby baby, I love you so.

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I NEVER ESCAPED CAPTAIN PICARD'S HELL BOX IN 2301, CHAPTER 19

7:33 AM, SATURDAY MORNING, AUGUST 5, 2023

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I only slept from half past ten through just past four this morning, and have completely gotten out of the good sleep habits that I once had 4 the most part of sleeping 7-9 hours every single 24 hour period of planetary rotation (daily sleeping cycle). I may or may naught have mentioned that I had 3 items happen back yesterday-Friday, that make up a part of my MDL or list of various property damage related stuff that happens quite ducking dependably 2 me every time the WOMO-SPACEFORCE-MACY CLUB needs 2 use their ever eternally twustworthy tool of ICPE-APE-TECH on the pitiful poor pathetic whittle Sir MOUNTAINPEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me get a wee tad bit more specific now on this nightmare deal that I have now been forced 2 suffer and endure with these diseased total pricks 4 nearly 4 straight goddessdog decades of time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It started with a telephone landline interruption with me' Comcast Modem system that lasted somewhere around a half hour or so, upon my awakening at about the same time as I did on this following groaning-moanin'. Then while cleaning a couple of dinner pans from the previous cooking day left 2 soak in me' sink, the right side double sink stopper broke when trying 2 let out the dirty water and begin a clean rinse. I was able 2 effect repairs with a wrench and a screw-driver, and then the broken piece was able 2-B put back together avoiding yet another small as it may B, budget-busting-expense or I will now shorten this 4 future use, 2 another BBE. Gee willagars and golly gash darn © 1988 copyrighted musical projects, YO. Hey Mister 1967 and 1968 Kaiter sir, “This is weelwee and twuwee WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS”, YO dude! So that five bucks or so got saved at least after now being already over-budget last month by a good buck and a half. Most peeps don't care, and use endless credit cards, and I as well used 2 operate in that disastrous manner, but YO credit bureaus; NOT-NO-MO, YO!!!!!!!!!! It took me three frikkin' goddessdog bankruptcies in order 2 finally and eventually “WEARN ME' WHITTLE-WEESON, OH WEERLLD”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Right after I repaired the metallic broken 4 no reason drain sink stopper, finished my rinse and clean up in the kitchen, I sat down and thought 2 me'self, “I'll bet a billion bucks that my intermittently acting up slit hole john will screw up today”, and then a few hours later around shortly past noon, POW, IT DID JUST THAT, and I of course repaired it with a simple trick taught 2 me by me' landlord, and it works like a frikkin' ass damn charm, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, I dealt with 3 major things of that good old dependable and very trustworthy BREAK-LIST that I discussed on recently done earlier blog chapters concerning this issue. When none of these things happen on the vast majority of days, and then suddenly on one particular day, and when the pattern fits and is ripe 4 my enemies of the WOMO, 2 indeed B doing it 2 me and following a nearly 4 decade old pattern now; tell me world, what do U all honestly expect me 2-B thinking about all of this bull slit?????????????? In all truth, what would U all start 2 think right about now, assuming of course the totally impossible happening, and that U were even able 2 survive all of this crap going down around U, 4 that monster-ass length of time? Hey Margie Leo from 1985 Caldor Store honey cakes; wanna' cut me a brake here girl? Christ Almighty YO!!!!!!!!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND

S--------T--------O--------P.

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Wednesday, March 28, 2007

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN FROM THE HEAD MORIAN

Maybe it will concern absolutely mother ******* nobody at all but in case it mother ******* does, this is now 16 years plus out into the antimatter-space (the future), and things have only gotten worse, naught one wee bit goddessdog better!!!!!!

Yes, these sicko MOTHER FLUCKING WOMO-SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES have struck my toilet, struck my computer with a hack worse than ever this entire year, and this recent assault started around dusk last night while I was out on me' frucking porch trying 2 enjoy a nice view of me' lovely half waxing moon AKA Goddess Diana, check any encyclopedia and don't take my word 4 slit, YO! WOW-THAT. 4 any decent person reading this nightmare blog, my words 2-U-R quite simple, and it comes straight from the STAR TREK original 1960's television show, the episode with the little dwarf Alexander and his putrid rotten society that he was being major mistreated by. It was something spoken 2 Captain Kirk from the leader of the planet, Parmon was his name; and I'll quote the snit. “How can U let this go on”???????????? I honestly ask any authority out here, that 64 trillion dollar inflation question, 'right here and right now', oh lovely Lieutenant Anita VanBuren of “L&O”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes peeps, tell them 2 do their worst, as I WILL B LEAVING 4 FAR AWAY POINTS WITHIN A FEW WEEKS, AS I CANNOT TAKE THIS MUCKING ABUSE ANY LONGER, IT IS JUST THAT RED HENNINGSEN SEMPLE-SIMPLE YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Major crap will happen 2 somebody 4 this HELLISHNESS!!!

I NEVER ESCAPED CAPTAIN PICARD'S HELL BOX IN 2301, CHAPTER 9

AND NO WORLD, NAUGHT HIS 'HELL-BIX', TYPO, AKA A 'PBHE' (PRIOR BLOG HACK or ERROR)

9:03 Post Meridian, 25 July, 2023

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Like I said, and will go on saying until someone someday gets this ICPE-APE-TECH slit stopped.

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN

It was summer time in 1986, and I still resided at Highview Apartments, and had naught yet moved into Barf-Karpf's home in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG. Suddenly I began 2 witness this harassment on me, and especially the REALLY NASTY MAJOR ILLEGAL AIR PERSECUTION AROUND ME, yet it was never a provable reality, so I could naught get it stopped, nor can I even 2 this very damn day. HOW DO U SPELL THE WORD 'UNFAIR' OR 'CRUEL-2-THE-EPITOME', oh wonderful great President Biden, kind sir? It can B spelled in several ways: WOMO, SPACEFORCE, OTAMM, SPAMMENIES, LIFE OF MISTER MOUNTAINPEN, MARK WAYNE MOHR, and all along those lines. Just in case U may ever B wondering, oh kind sir!!!!! Maybe we can even throw in, 'my rotten sicko family', and yes of course, Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG'. This is no longer a mother ******* computer with a lot of hacks. It has now officially mother ******* become a gargantuan beyond Senator Sanders HUUUUUUUUUUUGE BLACK-HAT COMPUTER HACK, attempting 2 pass itself off as a goddamn mother ******* computer!!!!!!!!!! I have a list of slit so long, that I doubt that any TECHY can help me. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT and BUTTERCHEESE, and BIG ASS BUTT-BUT peeps, there is a lot more behind these futhermucking OZ-CURTAINS, as well as ole' 1972-classmate Amy Louise Cooley Ciconne's curtains, from 1983's hands running out times! The TECHY geniuses think that they R much smarter than they truly R, and I cannot go here if I wish 2 keep blogging relatively safely. Thisssssssss lovely Mizz Snakes Erica, is all I am safe 2 say and tell at least 4 right goddamn ass now, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and even mighty Mister Mask-Musk doesn't know all of it, but he 2 thinks that he does, huh upline lovely SSJKK-PIMC???????????? If Mister Macy was here, he might agree with the WOW-TRUCK and the Toronto Dominion Banking systems of all marvelous non Mar-magical houses of 2008 and 2009, as well as incredible dreams of all sorts and kinds right down 2 deep snow and icy cold and homelessness, and Florida residences a solid decade almost B4 THEY ACTUALLY DID INDEED COME 2 FRIKKIN' PASS. YES, the great W-O-W, and then comes NOW, with another wild pop-up at 20 minutes past 8 while typing or trying 2 anyway, that sentence, some sort of document making absolutely no sense whatsoever 4 just suddenly shooting up while trying 2 type up a document. YES MISTER MACY indeed sir, WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-AND A MOST DEFINITE ENDLESS STRING OF WOWS 4-U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jane whore Witchbitch Sleazeweedsdisease just got me weel weel frucking goddessdog “GOUUUUUUUUD”, oh lovely ole' gal-pal Mizz Helen Zabriskie from the year of 1999, so I will now need 2 launch me immediate non-Reagan counterattack, with a large row of number-fives!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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POWER OUTAGES RECORD

EVENT-1-JULY 23, 2023, 7:18 AM

QUICK BURST OUT LASTING ONE QUARTER SECOND

EVENT-2-JULY 27, 2023, 7:16 AM

QUICK BURST OUT LASTING ONE QUARTER SECOND

EVENT-3-AUGUST 5, 2023, 7:23 AM

QUICK HALF SECOND BROWN OUT, NOT TRIPPING BRICK POWER BRICK BEEP-ALARM

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR CALENDAR:

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CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 4:6

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.

WANING CRESCENT------(WN-C)

WANING GIBBOUS--------(WN-G)

WAXING CRESCENT------(WX-C)

WAXING GIBBOUS---------(WX-G)

Well Sir PURG-PIP-TTZ-SERLING; it is either the wildest family affair ever, or else, as my nightmares from last night were all about; I am proving 2 the world that I died and went 2 DOGTOWN.

Health attacks, road attacks, being followed and threatened and violated, and the list reads like a who’s who in the “India Poverty Registry”, sorry Kali my love. I am despised 4 daring 2-B so madly in love with this fantastic great all mighty being, by our down-line perspective Aniwho. I really was stupid and humanly innocent enough 2 believe that the guard we will call [Bearded Bob] for now and in future reference, when I am referring 2 the next-door property site of the post that I pull guard duty at on weekends, came over after ignoring me for two months, and deliberately tried to hack my mind. If I listened, what a damn fool I would B, as he also is convinced in the reality of those existing will get 2 experience oblivion and nirvana, same diff. I know 4 a fact that this is not true, as would anyone who would do precisely what I am about to tell, for the um-teenth time, just to make a more emphatic point. Try 2 understand something rapies and germios. If a bizarre set of esoteric coincidences were not directly in charge of directing a gargantuan plot on a cold December night into early morning, back in the year of 1969, my entire life, would B on such a totally different course, not only would none of these blogs B here, but internet and today’s world and this new age would not B. Complex pieces in a cosmic equation include Reagan being shot by Hinckley, and living verses dying, as in many hyperspaces, he lived, and in many he did not live, and also the great Lottery Cat would never have revealed himself 2 me, nor would lightning, nor through her, her cousin, Sarah-Stacey. Lois Foca, the song would not B in the US © office in Washington, DC, nor would any song I wrote ever, nor would they ever had been written, nor would I ever had been employed at the world renown Recorded Publication Sound Recording Studio. Never would Donna Summer have done her version of HAIR, musically, and HSM does indeed with no jokes meant, stand 4 both HYPERSPACE-ME’S AND HIGH SCHOOL MUSICALS, Doctor Margaret, of the Institute 4 Medical Research, Doctor Coryell. His and Her Majesty owned many a ship also, throughout many of my long centuries of existing in your mortal world HELL!!!!!!!! Another HSM, wow, ain’t there lots and lots ofem????????????????? Russell Thaxton U must understand, ON A SCHOOL NIGHT, rang my apartment door bell at one o’clock in the freaking morning, and if my mom had not been out on a date with Mr. Crown that night, both of us would have gotten what U all call in this weird modern, can’t obey the bible and hit your kids world, a time out so long that it would encircle the galaxy and then spin off into intergalactic deeper spaces. Don’t Fornication Upon Consent of King-ing Godsdamn laugh, this skit ain’t funny. Major aerial harassment is also ongoing; as I speak a loud roof scraper is violating my civil rights and those of Mr. Himacane’s. This air siege is finally today, picking up what I call a major lapse in ‘pussy-command’. It has been very low based on a parallel event that brings it higher and higher up, the more the air siege without any let up continues 2 occur!!!!!!!!!! I literally, could have said hi 2 10 luscious young cakes around 25-35 and had my way with them, the way some were eyeballing me, I think I would honest to the gods been raped if I had been alone somewhere, and they were in one bunched up gang. Two of them in a food store in Stratford, NJUSAESMWG literally wanted to pinch my ass, to me this is all disgusting, I am old school, but my hearing is not failing nor fooling me, I heard what I heard, and saw them out of the corner of my eye, while bending down to get some tuna fish placed on a low shelf in the store. Think about what I could do to this EVIL EMPIRE, on any given day when so much of there siege results in this major freaking heightened PUSSY-COMMAND!!!!!!!!! I know that all of this sounds nasty, but we cannot always B as Tommy Roe polite when explaining things pertaining 2 so much gods awful wickedness and demonic activity. It amazes me that I can only talk to the future, but thank the gods, that U at least R listening 2 me, and THIS IS ‘ROCK’ THE GREAT’S, STAR TREK EQUATION, AS HE IS CRUSHING POOR SHATNER HALF 2 DEATH, with the emphasis of an emotional Hercules, that “THEY” absofuckinglutely knew that I would realize later if not SOONER, that who cares whether or not anyone is listening to me today? The unborn can hear me right now on the fourth dimension, thanx to the reality of distance delay teck or as it is called in the future DDT2, almost in fun, so it never can B wrongfully confused with the original DDT pesticides of the middle 20th century. No Bearded Bob, I am not trying 2 convince present day populations of shit anymore, my common sense eventually kicked in, nut smart as UR Mr. Chemical Engineer by week day and guard by week end, U know nothing about astrophysics nor the general and special relativity equations postulated by a good friend of my dad’s, My Einstein. Y won’t U send back some pop-ups 2 help me out of this nightmare, World Lab? Is it not strange and wildly weirdly coincidental that those tow friends of Sarah, Paula and Nina, R in this time period or a later one, into the more humane networks of society? Yeah, I search on Google two Sabrina; everybody does Except President Hopeful Branch.

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 fucking sorry 4 all of this, you sick diseased bastard bunt tappers!!!!!!!!

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 flucking 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 non-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:
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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 B-2 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.

How about talking a quick seck with me about the famous OBE phenomenon, or Out of Body Experience. U go 2 sleep and U dream UR at work and a dog bites U and another co-worker throws U into a huge trash bin and yells the words, ”fuck your sisters’ ass”. Your body is in bed and UR at work in some part of hyperspace having this experience through one of your countless HSM’s or doppelgangers. We all have daily out of body experiences, even those claiming not to dream, they have a very strong ground 2 the Earth, spiritually speaking, preventing them from bringing astral and exploratronic experiences and interactions, back onto their mortal life through the channel, so 2 speak. But back 2 a few paragraphs ago where I was saying something onto my tape machine, and automatically to the MC or the [MILLIONTH COUNCIL] as they R one and the same thing with our so called electronic reality here on the human Earth mortal world. I was making audible future blogging notes, and saying that so many astral projections, non-induced by me in any way, occurred while on the job at my weekend work site. B4 going on, they gave me another nasty poison chemtrails’ sore throat when I got up on this Thanksgiving morning. All day yesterday and all night long, these poisonous jet vapors were used 2 make me sick, and they can make me very sick, but no one is able 2 kill me, I cannot die nor can I-B killed, screw U diseased dirt balls!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, I said how I used 2 believe that the work site was connected into large parts of my astral truer existence, and I am not retracting that statement, merely revising the true story that indeed I believe a new twist now, after being revealed by SSJKK the GREAT a week ago, some super revelations. Remember, this great astral GODDESS SCYLLA will not ever talk to anyone on the mortal world in any way. Writers of the Christian bible believe that inspired and prophetic communications resulted from one time and ended in another time, and it is not quite that cut and dried. Time is a mortal world thing, and is liquid where it really counts, astrally. In any event, phase 2 and 3 R similar to fractions that cannot go into each other exactly, or simpler put water and oil. Take water and oil and place it in a jar and shake. 4 a small time, an illusion is given to an observer that the mixture in the jar is one mixed chemical compounded substance, but give it a little [time], and the water will lay both below and above the oil trapped in a divided center area in the jar, shake again, it seemingly mixes only it really does not, and shortly all over again, the same separation shows itself in the jar. The living MW and astrallity will never mix and only in short burst durations can this seem to miraculously not B the case, but it is a total illusion. U cannot mix dream shift with physicality. I have the ability 2 consciously remember what an astral being says 2 me on the astral plane, when I come back into mortal living via re-dreaming into it again and continuing on in my dream sequence as Mountainpen. If I made any other claim, than I would B in violation of the scriptures that end the mighty Christian bible, those last verses of Saint John on the last page that say adding or subtracting words to this book will cause U-2-B added with the plagues written herein, and subtracted out of the LAMB’S book of life, the City Registry, losing your city name in the great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal. So again back on point, I was saying on MC-TAPE, that it was not the location of my job site that was causing me so many un-induced ‘astral projections’, to use the mortal words 4 this illusion. B4 a guard house was constructed, I was in my vehicle, and would lose consciousness a few minpers once in a while when I was forced onto a weird schedule from time to time. It was not the site causing this 2 happen. Losing consciousness in a vehicle that is designed to move through space, such as an automobile, when said vehicle is sitting still, causes this 2 occur, and is a great suggestion 4 anyone not believing in things I tell on my blogs. If U cannot easily work the F-6/10 method of AP, drive around all day in your car and then sleep in it in your garage, while it remains off and still. Instead of moving through the 3rd dimension of the combined 1-3 or L-W-D or normal spatial dimensions, now that this vehicle is still, your sinking levels of under normal consciousness or your [sub-conscious] mind, begins to compensate 4 the normal movement in the 3rd and 4th, with altered movement in the 5th and 3rd dimensions, compensating with hyperspace or inter-dimensional space instead of normal 3-D space, as U now R motionless in this vehicle that normally is moving through time and space or the 4 normal dimensions of the MW space-time-continuum, and this more suggestive and hypnogognic state of your being-ness responds to this lack of normal 3-D motion, and immediately compensates by moving itself into and through 5th dimensional space, the hyperspaces of the endless parallel universes. This as previously explained, especially in certain sub leveled mental states, leads always 2 a conscious awareness of this illusion of the senses that the world of the paranormal calls astral projection.

When a word on the astral plane in Olympia and nearby provinces, starts with either the letters [CR] or the letter [N], they can B interchanged. Maybe how the great Sarah maneuvered the big boat to come crashing through my partner’s home in Nashville, Tennessee during a major twister storm in the spring of 1998. How about the news report a few nights ago in the Philadelphia area, about the lady that got sick because of the body parts sold from a funeral home 2 a medical lab, and how pipes were put into limb areas so no one would B the wiser at the viewing. Wow, another LAW AND ORDER show comes 2 life, uncanny!!!!!! Hell, the Mayor from New Jersey and the medals, the school shooting Semple case and the dude was from Virginia, then the VT college incident, and other shows too numerous to get into, and now this, gees Louise!!!!!!! So Y do some things cross into physicality from electronic energy creations, while others do not? Well, time is not over yet in case U did not know it, but no, they do not all make it across the magic barrier. Lawtronics is naturally behind all of this, and complex phases of 3/4/5 R involved. We all remember the great movie called THE GREAT LAS ANGELES EARTHQUAKE from 1989. Soon after, it came, not quite as bad as the movie but wow, and then within a year came the one down the way in Frisco. Y then can the weather channel air all of their shows on mega disasters without the world falling apart? Do U have a year? I sure do not, but will simply say this, the majority of our human world entertainment system is totally owned/controlled by the phase 4 energy beings working in and through the people who live in their physical bodies, and own physical world studios and movie cameras. What U all need 2 know is that there is an incredible bunch of people that R being used by something called the LAMBRIGG CULT, from the astral world BRIGGBASE!!!! This is the basically one third evil part of the great MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Most people do not have a clue why they do what they do, they hide their feelings, play continual and constant games, and cannot sit still or alone without a computer or a TV set or a radio blaring away 2 drown out the very deadly and dangerous silence that would lead to the beginning of their true spiritual personal development that would eventually hook them up and connect them to the divine that lies within them, always has and always will.

DIANA ZUUDLECRENESSIA ARTEEMIS, UR so beautiful; and your lovely moon is there shinning down 4 me. I will B all over U all night long, and will continue loving U at the Teck Bay Pinkdunes. I really enjoyed swimming there with your friends and U, in my mortal illusion, last night. CU real soon, I am finishing up today’s blog at Ann Silva’s pad, was invited over with Eddie Himacane 4 a nice Thanksgiving din-din!!!!!!!!!

I knew that if I said it never rains on weekends, I would get rain last weekend, even a little whittle fat ugly shrimpy restart retard like me can eventually wake up after decades and centuries of seemingly endless hell, and learn how 2 basically manipulate the forces around me 2 some degree. I knew that all the hell that MO put me through would cause me a major FLYERS HOCKEY VICTORY, the dirt bags clobbered my pals in Carolina 6:3, tear, tear!!!!!!!!!!! But I plan to ride up my total of 5 dip-bought new Dow Futures contracts, up to 15K within 90 days, just wait and C if I ain’t tellin’ it totally true to Tammie’s whittle doctor bwaby-wuv Elmer Fudd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Today’s nasty whittle TRS: On Petty’s Island back in the late autumn of 1984, I was on a docked ship and got talking to some people in authority and told them about my Diana. They said if it is true, make her come 2U as lightning within an hour, a clear nice night was predicted for the area by all weather forecasters. I asked Diana in a soft voice to bring her lovely lightning to me, and within 2 hours, literally out of the black, around 2 or 3 in the morning, she was all over, all work had to stop. I thought nobody was on the channel, I used a defunct channel on my security walkie-talkie, and was later told when I was making lovey-dovey with lightning, the Philadelphia Naval Shipyard heard it all and then when the huge unpredicted storm arrived out of nowhere, they put me on a watch list, similar to the ones of post 2001 and nine/eleven. Today I would have taken off 2 Cuba, and not to the {TECK BAY}, unless U-R spelling it starting with a 'G' and ending with an 'O'. Citizens have no freedom in this evil world 2 talk 2 any entities. Governments need 2B in total control, and R so scared of stuff out and beyond their control, they started the real UFO agency that nobody knows about, at least not the full story, and is called the National Aeronautic and Space Administration, or NASA. Don’t believe me, OK, cool, on a later blog, I will give U quotes on this by persons with ivy league collegian degrees, acceptable in global society, not said by a nobody blogger nut on a mental health disability.

DATFILE XIX ENDS TRANSMISSION: GOOGLE/SWIS/WORLD LAB-official web-logging documentation and legal document. This is a sworn 2B truthful documentation, under voluntary oath made by myself, under GODDESS SCYLLA AND COUNTRY-USA. All this text is co-copyrighted Mark Mohr/Michael Mountainpen, if indeed, these names appear on any of the blogger.com blogs.

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TEOHIV DATFILE XIX CB #5 Millionth

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Wednesday, November 21, 2007

CB #5 DATFILE XVIII TEOHIV

The Epitome of Harassment-Internet Version, CB #5
DATFILE XVIII-----------112207.752
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Today is a super super super BOTBAR, or a Bottom Of The Barrel All-ready Rated day. Persecution by the enemy or MO, MILITARY-UFO-FORCE-ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, is unfathomable times ten to the power of fifty. The persecution in the air is off all scales and dials, a sky literally wall to wall and horizon 2 horizon poisonous jet chemtrails, loud planes, and loud varying other sky vehicles, also, motorcycles R all over like rats on Bubonic Plague Boulevard. It started this morning, and was fairly quiet for 4 or 5 days straight, a first 4 the year of two-oh-oh-seven, ended its first month, and the Sora crap happened. I have said many times that if I could humanly know what is going on as to Y these attacks come out of nowhere, continue for days and weeks at a time except on rare punch in and punch out occasions where it alternates off and on daily or around there somewhere, and then Y then fade into total oblivion as well also out of nowhere, only 2 restart this demonic cycle over again with dependable clockwork precision, that I’d B 90% plus on my way 2 understanding exactly who is doing this all 2 me, and Y. I began the original taped version of the Morianity Bible, never blogged word 4 word, but will B soon through my website’s soon 2 B added streaming audio, in the autumn of AD one thousand nine hundred and ninety five years. In it, I talk in the first chapter, early into it, about enemies USING CONFUSION against me, and that this is a popular military tactical type of tool. Boxers, lawyers, the list is endless, of those who can employ clever deceptions and thus, confusions, against opponents, 2 help them 2 come out the total victor against them in fights of many countless natures. Much more will B said on this and how the great princess, Lady Diana, was shortly quoted in the TIME MAGAZINE, a month or so after my saying this, almost word 4 word in an interview of her. Probably a coincidence, but B it this or not, she, and I, R telling a major truth here, and that is that successfully confuse an enemy is to B in the first stages of a victory against said foe. Shortly after her unfortunate demise, she appeared 2 me at the Atco Lake, here in NJUSAESMWG and basically told me that she knows my enemies and that I need 2 know that the tentacles of my problems go far beyond mortal world and mortal mans’ mind 2 ever really comprehend the full situation. Later she was with both David Charles Roth and myself in a hotel room, and the 3 of us were sitting around discussing this entire thing again, and David fell asleep in his sleep, and we tried 2 awaken him, and when he was aroused out of his dual slumber, he stated that we all were out in a not so pleasant suburb in Los Angeles, CAUSAESMWG, and that agents in some 'blackcov' agency were tying us all up with heavy ropes and coming at us in our individual living spaces in this large building there, like out of a freaking Rambo movie. Mr. Rambo and Miss Blake were people I was dealing with in 1983 and 1984 that worked 4 the famous AT&T Company, before all of baby-bells broke up the so-called telephone company monopoly. Phase 4 LAMBRIGG CULTISTS used the RAMBO name, they thought it was cool, it all came from my dealings with AT&T, and so much more is needed 2B told, and will B at later times. When I said a number of blogs back, that nothing even closely resembling the world and these new times would B happening the way that it is if not for my being here and doing certain things, dating back into the middle 1960’s, I am not just whistling Dixie through a set of busted choppers, for the thrill of giving a closely seated audience, a major germ shower. I know that the claims I make R far out, I hear what I am saying and typing on this laptop keyboard, and I still claim this is the truth so help me the Great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, under full oath to her, and also on my United States Citizenship. People R as clueless as a piece of used stinky toilet tissue, 2-Y they all R acting the way that they do, and why society has degenerated into a race of pigs and scum inside human skeletal forms. First, we take prayer and God out of the school system, a system of total control by the Liberal part of the controlling Government here in the USA, and wonder Y in the place of these removals, a vacuum is left that must B filled with negatives, since positives were removed, hence in flooded guns and violence, and drugs, and teachers scared to death of their lives with an average equivalent of an eleventh grade education themselves, measured by the standards of 30-50 years ago.

Then there is poor me, a victim of a serious on going crime, too intimidated and afraid, to ever again approach the police who my taxes pay for in the first place, as they have told me that if I do, they will lock me up in crises centers, or worse.
This gives a license 2 anyone wishing 2 harm persons on these so called ‘mental-health-lists’. So if somebody really is out to get U, think about it, UR totally screwed. Remember that no physical thing happens 2 me when I report some astral occurrence such as Lady Diana, but it is no less real. On the physical plane, I can take my astral body to places and C them, and then drive 2 them the next day, and sure enough, yeah, there really is a tire painted red in a wooded area, just as I saw it on the prior night during my astral travels, and .there is no baloney about any of this. The Fasitar-6/10 system can B with no holds barred, a way 4 this dumbed down and totally dead human race, 2-C-Y we all R here and what it is really all about. I never said that I in the hubris mountain peaks have the one and only answer to all things. But what I know promises without a doubt that if properly believed and practiced, anyone wishing to reach their own personal spiritual wisdom and freedom from mans greatest fear which is the unknown and its biggest black hole in the box of human unknowns, DEATH, can indeed become liberated from all of this, and become as the ancient words call it, GOD-REALIZED.

Every Thanksgiving Day, and the near proximity time to this event, the MO pours on their vile of satanic hell-siege on me, this year proving again 2B no exception. Again, I still say that if I could come 2 learn these Y’s and details of reasons behind MO causing me even more hell during holidays in general, and this one being the biggest of all, I would also come 2 learn many other things concerning Y this all is going on around and against me. It is gonna B a super miracle if I can get this blog of the 18th datfile up to any blogging posts, this is how bad this day has been, it cannot B fully told. I am not going 2 pretend that I am getting no pussy command with this major siege of basically starting in early October, but 4 what I am suffering through, the normal RATIO of female flirtation with me in general based on amounts of super siege and especially sky siege, it is way 2 low. I had a group of young teens a week ago practically try 2 do unmentionable things by law, and then a few other small things happened from that evening through the present, but it is far smaller than normal 4 this amount of continual death siege. The computer is acting up, and I seriously doubt this is going 2 work. I am at Ann Silva’s place with Himacane’s machine, and they have really caused me a major inconvenience. Even doubter Ed believes not only in the gods now, but in how they R totally ruining every day and moment of my pathetic life. U cannot honestly believe, ya dick in the mouths out there in the astral heavens that R against me and doing this all 2 me, that it will never get noticed by those around me, when U use a repeatedly patternized type of endless harassment, and U must B much stupider than I have believed U-2-B. Studying Bruce Goldberg’s great book, TIME TRAVELERS FROM OUR FUTURE, some of these invading pricks R2 stupid 2 even tell time or properly perform even the very simplest of functions. When using the F-6/10, the first thing U must C is that UR going 2 end up asleep, and normally we dream either on an astral plane or through other entities while they R conscious, in their lives, anywhere throughout hyperspace. But by commanding your astral body to go somewhere in particular with conscious mind, U will fall off to a state where levels of under the consciousness will direct your being-ness 2 where it wants 2B and bring U back as much conscious memory back in the waking world as possible. When U start 2 return, U may wake up at the same time, using forward-mortal idea and lingo. Should U not, then U cannot do what I now will tell U. Should U indeed wake up frozen and unable 2 move, which any Neuro Surgeon will tell U is a reality where 2 protect the body physically, during dreaming, motor functions freeze so as to protect us from wildly jerking around and getting hurt, UR actually dreaming still, yet awake. Please stop seeing dream worlds and or real worlds as such tangible realities, we all R really energy, not mass, this is a ridiculous illusion that U all R adhering 2 out there. The physical plane of mass and the astral plane of energy is one and the same thing. These realities R precisely the same, the only thing is that one equals the other when multiplied by the square of the velocity of light, while the other is inverted yet equal to the other, when divided by the square of the velocity of light. Put a simpler way, U can safely believe this: Physical mass plane equals the astral energy plane when divided by this constant [squared]. Astral energy plane equals the physical mass plane when multiplied by this constant [squared]. This constant is the velocity that photons [light] travel in a vacuum when unaffected totally by any fields of electromagnetic-gravitation, EMG. Now, when the Fascitar-6/10 is practiced, and U successfully reach a point where U wake up in deep freeze or awake in dream-land or both-land as it more accurately can B said, UR able to do something that words cannot begin 2 describe. U started out as a hyperspatial Exploratron dreaming through another entity while they consciously live their life on some part of the mass plane, and then U hypnotically suggested yourself to switch into energy dream-shift or astral plane reality, and now U do what U suggested earlier B4U fell off 2 sleep, then U come back and wake up simultaneously. Here is the frightening part that once U can get past and totally beyond the fear, U can start on your journey of becoming a GOD-REALIZED-BEING.U do not try 2 move, and U lay as still as your body insists on physically being. Keep your eyes closed and don’t attempt 2 force them 2 open. Now with conscious will, tell your astral body, as U really only think that UR conscious, and R not, so really UR in the hypnotic suggestive state while seemingly being self-tricked that UR frozen and laying awake on your bed, so tell your truer being ness with seemingly conscious and aware-mind, to move off of the human realm of mass and matter, and go onto the astral plane, where U really R in higher truth 2 start with. Now, the first few times that U move out of life, U may in all odds, fight at the last minute, not to do it, and 2 remain here on the mortal world, a total mistake. UR not really here mortally, 2 start with. Once U move into this closer truth, remain aware that U now exist as U always have and always will, in this ‘land’ of dream-shift, the ASTRAL PLANE. First say that U wish to go to the Olympian Province, as U being from this part of the universe, would B less able and familiar 2B sharing interaction in more distant provinces, which would sort of translate 2 being more distant intergalactic physical mortal world spaces. Stars R only fusion reactors on the mortal world. In higher truth, they R large groupings of interactions and interactors and R actually great and very large astral world cities or petalopolloses. Hydroglacia is the city that we all see from time to time, the bright large pulsating star in the night skies of our MW. In July of oh-six, I watched this great astral city become a military appearing chopper with a pulsating bright and multicolored light aiming straight down on me and my vehicle, while at my job as a guard one night or early morning. I saw it go back and take its rightful place in the heavens, and continue to climb and eventually fall into a normal orbit. These things happen, and people seeing stuff like this R not mentally diseased. Did anybody catch the SYFY Channel show last night with the mind controller? As an enlightened being, I caught it right away when the attractive female concert pianist was asked by this Dave Brenner or whatever his name is, if she played a piano, and she said not very well. I knew he was going 2 mess with under conscious mind and tell her that she never played, when in reality, she did. If she was like me and could not play, she would most likely had been honest and say as I would, no I cannot, except 4 an electronic board where any moron can memorize a few notes that cycle around, and then the computer inside the music keyboard does all the real work. Aniwho, she made her forget the bad parts of her playing habits, mostly her lacking self confidence, and she unlearned the bad, and was manipulated into believing she could learn to play within a week, like a pro, which she really was all along. Only this example and this show, mirror images and totally duplicates the ideas and concepts that I have been trying to say.

I am now crying out to all other nations beyond where I as Mountainpen, have been born. Here I am being persecuted by this evil empire and these evil people, who preach human rights and punish violators like using sanctions on China after the T-Square civil rights violation, which really was totally none of our damn business 2 start with. They dare to send me bills 4 the Crises Center after I was cuffed and taken off just 4 telling officers that one of their officers was following and harassing me. This brought their stinking fixed Dow Jones up over 100 points the next day after my release by the hospital shrink around 8:30 the next morning. I am unable to ever ask the police for help, is this a great land or what?

As 2-Y-I tell so many things regarding celebs, who would really care if my secrets were about some schmuck named Harryo Delamarow the ninth? Today’s TRS will B about U and me and all of us, and yes, the celebs as well, Dogtown, they’re people too, R they not? I am gonna tell 2 things, and one will B about a celeb, the first one will not. Those nights that U look up into the sky and C an entire sky filled with airliners, supposedly awaiting space for safe landings, and R all stuck in air controlled traffic patterns, R far from being a true and accurate scenario. There R times when too many planes R simply there, and this is the best kept secret in the air traffic control business. Out of nowhere, within almost a flash of time, suddenly, liners R everywhere, some belong to one part of HS, ours, and all the others do not, and somehow got literally sucked into a ??????? This is real, it happens a few times a year in all major cities where numerous flights do legitimately come into a large city airport in order to land. What creates this hyperspace shifting where many transdimensional ships join ours in our airspace system? Well, what and who put a strange matter sucking system on Tennessee Avenue about 5 stories high over the ground, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG?
It is there, ask lots of the locals, but don’t expect any answers, just major hostility. There is a technology that can stop most photography systems from properly capturing a good photo of an image. It is mixed normally with paint, and then the paint is applied to the structure or object. This paint is used on lots of United States Air Force secret craft in their MILITUFORCE. This paint is made by their own supplier business, and it is known to the public simply as the MARY CARTER PAINT COMPANY. Top conspiracy theorists have tracked a paper trail, and can prove a hidden ownership of the Resorts International Hotel and Casino, just a holler away from the worm hole. This same paper trail proves beyond a shadow of doubt that our great and lovely CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY or CIA owns both the MC PAINT CO, as well as through them, this hotel and casino, where it all started down there, the gambling that is back in 1978, yesterday morning 2 me. Go 2 a very special place under their total control yet it is public property from the street, go to 30 Plaza Place in ACNJUSAESMWG, and attempt 2 take a photo of this house, without it looking like a picture taken by a one year old with mental disease. Go ahead, if U can take a picture of this great home without it coming out all fucked up, I commend U, UR better than Himacane and myself, Gungadin!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, the water boy and his water goddess, well so it is, din-din-din, and you’ll indeed B better than us, as our best photos R shown of this place, go to the pix section on my fantastic website that tells the story that has never been mortally told, www.morianity-foundation.com . The other secret is how the media permitted the great Connie Chung to continue anchoring the World News, after I wrote and told many powerful people back around 1984, and told them how she appears so luscious and so totally naked in many photos in the September of 1978 issue of the STAG MAGAZINE. I was ignored, and the news went on, with that slut reporting it!!!!!!!!!!

Many many many things need B said and will B said, after the holidays. The prior weekend was quiet, but the Flyers hockey game went their way a week ago when they poured on various harassment's such as electrical, diarrhea, and some shit up in the air, and it all was started when the game was tied at 3 if memory is serving me correctly. The reason we lost the shoot out and the righteous empire won over the evil with their loss, was because I called a guy and joined his dating club, where the enemy knows the type of women that I am seeking will B there plentifully. These diseased MILLIONTH COUNCIL scum bucket toilet seat joy-rockers knocked my outside electrical circuit out again after getting it back 4 just 3 short days, the filthy demonic slime.

DATFILE XVIII---------------- ENDS TRANSMISSION:

These blogs R all co-copyrighted in the names of MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, should these names appear on these blogs.
COPYRIGHT GOOGLE/SWIS/WORLD LAB, this is an official legal documentation, and web logging, sworn by me to B honest and true, under voluntary penalty for me should I-B committing any perjury.

U ain’t heard a thing yet Al Jolson. C YOU soon, BROWN EYED AND LONG BROWN HAIRED SARAH. U can’t hide, I know all about U, just as I knew all about your good buddy, the ex-Mayor!!!!!!!!!!

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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

DatfileXVII The Millionth Council and Me - CB #4

The Epitome of Harassment-Internet Version CB #4
DATFILE XVII 111307.627 BEGINNING TRANSMISSION

U cannot even begin 2 fathom how much hell these evil MILLIONTH COUNCIL put me through over the weekend and literally 4 two straight weeks. I will tell U things now that may, #1, get me locked up before midnight, #2, wreck the mind permanently of anyone reading what I tell today, and #3, get a visit from the CIA or a non optional visitation from the White House, and I will B more than happy 2 go, and tell anything, and get this effing nightmare stopped. I have done nothing wrong. I have committed no crimes. I have broken no laws. I am not against anyone. I do not advocate any civil disobedience, criminal or violent acts of any conceivable kind, nor any actions that in any way would B thought 2B a disloyal or unpatriotic act, nor do I agree in any way with those that R attempting to disrupt or overthrow the United States government. This government, all though great, has more than its share of troubles and woes without home grown crazies doing things to the negative against our great country. What people some day may come 2 learn about a military expression called a ‘SNAFU’, proves and verifies that human beings as well as any groupings of them that may form legislating bodies or governing structures or power structures, B it the powers of the great top church faiths, and or the governments that control major world power nations, still R all people, regular humans, that R absolutely susceptible individually to SDI or SIXTH DIMENSIONAL INFLUENCE. No one B it a small or large group of any type of authority here on the MW [mortal world], is COVERING UP some huge alien conspiracy or any other thing remotely similar. It is the [inter] and [trans] dimensional realities and the exploratrons that R doing these so-called paranormal things, and it also is these entities of energy-reality of varying forms, THAT R TOTALLY IN CHARGE OF COVERING UP THEIR EXISTENCE FROM THE PUBLIC HERE ON THE HUMAN MW. People can believe their silly ideas until the freaking cows and the brown eyed Kalios come home, and it will alter nothing. The world awaits the return of the Lord Jesus Christ 4 example, and should He indeed return to our time period, no one would believe it. No MW thing, will ever B connected with ASTRAL world things, as the 2 worlds only merge 4 small quick interchanges, never 2B a reality that lasts nor persists, by the very contrary and opposing natures of the way interactions operate on these planes, the phase two and three, or physical and astral.

Constant 'MC-ATTACKS', or Mickats 4 a new shortened word 2B added 2 my poor Russ dictionary, since I do not recognize the change of centuries or my soul existence in two personalities, using human concept; so bear with me as I do have a 300 year old habit of coining phrases and making up new words. Aniwho, the Millionth Council is one and the same thing here on the MW with electronic reality and all of the sub-parts or devices that R part of this electronic-reality. If I continue telling the true story of your All Mighty God, who I know and love with all of my being ness, Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, or SSJKK 4 short, it will B only a matter of MW-4-D [TIME] B4 the internet picks it up and spell checkers all over eventually will not put wavy red lines under these typed groupings of letters, as they will eventually become accepted into the internet society. Then there R MC-FORCES that mess with this ELECTRONIC reality, and pull deals like the 18th Sorian question on the state exam for guards here in New Jersey, USAESMWG. I have had just in the last 5 days or less, more than a dozen small and large electrical and electronic incidences now, starting with power going out after turning on a device that in now way exceeded maximum wattage load capacity on that circuit. Yet 10 minutes later, boom, no TV, no DVD, no VCR, no light or anything that is also connected into this circuit. The circuit has a 15 amp breaker so 15 times 110 volts maxes the wattage out at roughly 1,650 watts, and the total even with the device I added brought it to just over 1000 watts. So Y did all of it blow out? So that the Flyers dirt ball hockey team would start going on a major bullish and winning run, and they have, and never looked back, right up and through last nights’ kick-ass game of 3 to 2. But this was only the start. They did the same thing 2 me that night at my guard shack, no Earthly reason 4 any of it, I know how 2 calculate wattage, and know the goddess of lightning or [electricity] herself as my truer higher reality of Duke Ricktafarius, of the great RICKTOWN in the Province of Olympia. This MC-SHIT went on and on, the next thing to B broken 4 absolutely no good reason was my portable cassette tape recorder, one minute it is fine, and the next, it is gone and broken as though it was just struck by a huge bolt of Diana Arteemis, ‘LIGHTNING’. Then power went out Monday morning 4 no reason at a different part of my residence, and was resumed later on in the day, like Copperfield magic, out with no apparent cause, and likewise restored again, nee-nee-nee-nee, nee-nee-nee-nee mister Serling!!!!!!!!! Still other electrical things occurred, it cannot all B blogged 4 lack of time today, but U get the picture that I am being big time freaking messed with.

Aerial persecution is worse than in the entire 25 years or so that this hell nightmare has been going on. A non stop chopper, small planes, military planes, and shaking choppers, follow me everywhere that I go, harass me at home and where I work, at Ann Silva’s place, at Eddie Himacane’s place, it has been worse the past ten days to two weeks than ever. Yet, NO PUSSY COMMAND AT ALL. It just is not kicking in. This occurs from time to time, but I can promise U all that Milituforce Otammites or [MO], can B totally assured and B braced, that it is only a matter of time, it always will eventually kick in, and this time when it does, YOU WILL ALL B SO VERY SORRY, U WILL LOOK BACK AT 2007 WHEN I GET ME A LOVELY WIFE SOON, AND U WILL WISH TO THE SHIT-GODS THAT U NEVER TOOK IT THIS FAR TO THE WALL WITH ME, ASS HOLES, not hoes, prior blogging errors, sahwee!!!!!!! No the total harassment and persecution on me is beyond available verbal descriptions. Words R great, but cannot go as far into deep spiritual realities as they would need 2 go in order 2 properly explain and describe the full truths and intensities behind some things, it goes into what is referred to ASTRALLY, as tongue babbling, as basically from the human perspective, U would need B in a small trance of a sort, and as U babble, the emotion behind U will effect and tune the tongue babble into various spiritual or astral plane languages or phase two communicative processes. My home is being shaken apart by choppers, the planes R constant, it never freaking shuts up, all hours of the day and the night, these diseased filth follow me while out, and seem 2 know every place I go even B4 I do, and every move I make and thought that I think, even B4 I do. Naturally, only astral worlders have these abilities, no Earthly military or government or black covert agencies could come close 2 pulling off anything even close to this. Everyone is searching 4 aliens and psychics and afterlife communicators, and on and on, and it all is ASTRAL PLANE stuff. As I sit here penning this right now at my great friend, Ann Silva’s pad, I am getting my normal daily ration of #18-Sorian aircrafts, and numerous other spurious occurrences. Spell checker gave me little green underlines to my entire previous sentence 4 whatever reason, this happens quite often. I know what I am saying, so screw your wavy green lines. Yes my Morians and Lessians alike, this was the absolute worst weekend these filthy rotten puke swallowing MO enemies have basically ever given 2 me. Calling it horrendous and or Hitleristic, says nothing unless I say horrendous and Hitleristic times ten to the exponent of 555 nonillion. The only reason that the Philadelphia Eagles won, is because after their loss, I typed my last week’s beginning blogs, as RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL NON-EAGLES FOOTBALL, and I am not trying 2 get Ratatouille all excited. Sorry if I seem 2B copying your title, it is purely non intentional and coincidental. I somehow got through the weekend of Frankenstein’s worst nightmares, and first thing Monday morning, they shook my residence with a horrific chopper, and again today Tuesday as well. They will not stop messing with my electricity, the body attacks and death beams R horrible also, and the death angels which had freaking slowed a bit, R now back on a nasty and major vengeance. In the majority of hyperspace, I am dying over and over again, and getting retraced over and over, and remember that virtually unlimited amounts of individual universes, all make up this one multiverse or upline thought wave of the great SSJKK. Likewise every thought and memory in our minds is connected in and through this mystical sixth dimension, and also downline endlessly creating not one but nearly endless groupings of downlines universes or a downlined multiverse. From here, I go to sleep, and dream many times into these downlined realities that get created from my mind, and this process of creation IS THE 6TH DIMENSION. We dream into all of our downlined multiverses, as this multiverse is one of Sarah-Stacey’s upline thought-memories. We do not do the creation or downlining of anything; this is all coming from this mysterious elevator room or the sixth dimension. Now some dreams R us moving into hyperspatial realities and varying time periods in our own universes or others in hyperspace, and we dream through the lives of others while they R conscious and living their actual lives, and then there is astral-dreaming, as each multiverse has its own one astral plane, where we can go directly into the upline thought, or SSJKK’s thought, merged as one combined thought. If this was not so, how could I have told U so much about this location or condition reality and show U real diagrams and layouts of these places there, again they R as real as the interactions of those there call 4 them 2B. Go to my website, all of it is up there, and soon, much more will B. This major Meagan crap setback hurt, and MO knows exactly how to impede all my planes. Meagan’s law is like anything else, I have existed 4 a long time, and can C a much bigger picture. I have watched 95% or better of American freedom, totally disappear over the past 25 years, interestingly enough, the basic same length of linear time that my situation has been ongoing with MO.

Friday night at work, the bowel attack was bad, and the electrical attack at the guard shack was bad, but then came the [on the job] attack itself. There were more jerk offs around than I had ever seen there in my nearly 3 years of employment at this work site. FLYERS WILL GO ON WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The markets will go UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U have heard me on more than one occasion give U the 4 HELL GROUPS used against me by scummy mother jamming MO: PEOPLE, ANIMALS, MACHINES, and WEATHER. Let me give some kind of example. First, remember the dog that tucked with me at the job that was always friendly with me, until the terrible siege day back two July’s ago. It is all on the blog called the MORIANITY BIBLE. There was also a dog that violently attacked me near a railroad overpass in 1970 where I had no where 2 run nor hide, and had to jump fully clothed off of this 30 foot rail road track into the Newton Creek, in West Collingswood, NJUSAESMWG. Later on I learned that the Newton Creek Queens-of Danger, the most dangerous and tough and gorgeous girl gang in the state at the time, owned this dog, and they had sicked it on me obviously, and a month later the Queen Leader Dorothea tied a heavy boat motor to my leg and threw me off of my boat and tried to drown me. What I did to her mom a year later would have had me put in reform school, if caught, today; I would B in prison 4 the rest of my life. I laugh at the Abbey Carmichael’s of the world, that claim that kids R damaged goods if they do a bad thing, what bull shit, the things I did as a kid and a young teen, 2 get back at people who tried literally 2 either directly murder me, or make my nightmare existence a living burning breathing shit hell, could never B admitted to in this new age politically correct world. U would have had 2B living in the 60’s and the 70’s 2 understand that life then and life now, a short period in mans total history, had a major sociological jump like never B4 in the history of mankind, and I know this 4 a fact. I also know that this gang and its leader was told by the great all mighty Callio’s of good old Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, 2 mess with me, but what I cannot get fully into today as we do not have time, U, nor me, but I know the kerlian counterpart of situations!!!!!! If U use a kerlian photography photo and snap a tree limb on the tree, and then cut the limb off and retake a new picture, the area where the tree limb was, will show up in its energy counterpart. This is real and U can check stuff out on Google and the net, I do not want U2 take me at my word, when U can so easily and quickly verify these things that I tell U. When I say that this happened, it may have happened on the astral plane and never got around to happening in the particular part of hyperspace where UR now reading my blog on the internet, and then again it may have, but either way, all that is on any MW anywhere in the total complete HS, exists in its one and only astral counterpart. How can I not B in hell when I know these truths, when I know that on this higher and truer reality, these things actually work out into these interactions, and it then will soon happen to me here physically, or in many cases, indeed already had occurred. I also know the secret energy-reality that lays behind these interactions, here in physicality. Here is a quick and easily relatable example, did U ever walk into a store or anywhere, and a person looks at U with pure hate in their eyes, U know without a doubt that they simply and 4 no good reason, totally hate your guts? This is because astrally, the two of U know each other well, we all know each other, actually we R each other, but cannot even touch this today, an back on point, U and this hater most likely had a bad interaction astrally, and it made itself into your physicality, or better said, the both of UR dreaming in the interaction that UR having astrally, and here at this one point in mortal world time [MW], it just so happens, that U both R now dreaming down mutually that UR running into each other here at this physical counterpart location and interaction. This girl gang, as well as the Atlantic City girl gang, and some others; all exist in groups astrally, and my problems here on Earth, mostly come from stuff that is happening on the Astral Plane. There is a lady probably retired by now, who worked 4 the AT&T phone company in 1983, and her name was Miss Blake. In time all the things on these blogs will B backed up with sound bites, as this was all audio-recorded. When lightning tried to make contact with me after leaving the room in the sun to move to the Atco, NJUSAESMWG, she knew precisely what she was doing. U must understand that lightning, Diana Zuudlocrenesia Arteemis, chose to enter the human realm in a normal human body, hence being able 2 remain in 3rd phase lawtronically. This human being is the great recording artist known world wide as Diana Ross. Now U know if UR following the blogs and the true story, that my 1969 song with its revised 1981 arrangement and sent to the copyright office also that year, was used in the song Chain Reaction, by whoever wrote that song 4 Diana Ross, about 4 years later. But back in the spring of 1983, 13 years B4 I wrote the song SARAH, Diana had called me and her daughter or daughters were in the background screaming. Even at the tender age of 5 or so, a complex piece of 'audiospectronics', or devices all bussed together, that analyze sound and then graphs and matches small fractal wave-lines of numerous frequencies; was connected up to this old tape from 1983, about a year ago, quite by accident. This is a complex oscilloscope screen that with a 1997 special video card made 4 putting computer images on large TV monitor screens, Aniwho, by pure happenstance, while connecting up a bunch of DVD and VCR machines, into a large A/V busing system, and by pure random chance, a station was on with a TV show called GIRLFRIENDS, and when one of the lovely chicks was speaking, the equasonic buzzer went off, and I had just had the tape running into all of this junk that had the 1983 phone conversation, and there was a total even oscilloscope-match on the TV, and this caused a connected buzzer 2 sound through the TV speakers. It happened every time Tracee spoke and went off into a different square-sine wave when the other beauty queens would speak. I made a camcorder copy of this. Now, what U do not know is that Miss Blake told me 24 years ago in Middle May, no one could call me, there is no way anyone could get through. This double verifies that lightning is indeed in human form as Ross, which I knew all these years, but thanks to the TV hit show 'G-F', where her daughter stars in, I have legal verification that she is lightning in human form. No human being could get on my line, and Miss Blake said that I had been taken offline, and was not connected into anything, when I claim this call came in that day in May of ’83. Naturally, this is today’s TRS. They get better, Al Jolson, just keep it going and flowing ya rotten prick bastards, my secrets R many and major, and one will come with each blog until I get a fucking back off, your move toilet seat joy-rockers!!!!!!!!!!!

To continue with the 4 HELL groups, not food groups, being animals, weather, people, and machines, there is much more 2 say with the animal part but I have told U some today, and the MB told about the dog at my job from two July’s back, now the machines, U know by now how the GMC or the Great Millionth Council fucks with me endlessly with this particular persecution. Now, 4 the weather part, here is a bite of shit 4-U-2 chew on. The weather plays huge parts in all of this. First when I need lightning around me the very most, I usually get a Randy Vanwarmer-1979 deal. Many summers, I have many a terrible cry because lightning won’t come around no matter how much I get on the phone and beg her not to leave me down and lonely and sick inside. Then there is my weekend job. The enemy is never as bad 4 the most part when it rain, so when is there ever any rain on Saturdays and Sundays, just about any good rainstorm is Monday through Friday, unless I am not working a weekend job. Then there is the driving in dangerous snow problem, does it ever snow on Monday through Friday? No, it fucking always waits 4 the weekends 4 this hellish bull skit!!!!! I could go on and on.

Most people that enjoy promiscuous sex in the future use kits. Re-tracing is total taboo. Kits R similar to police ID sketch artists and computer programs, U design the woman from head to toe, right down to the sound of her voice, but she is not human. Androids do the job well, but I happen to prefer being able to have the real and actual girls that I have known or known of during various lives that I have mortally lived. Only a re-traced signal amplified with an audio/video/material recording system can bring back the dead. This is what I was guilty of doing as a Labber in the mid late 23rd century, and I was told by Gawki Gaukauk that I only thought that I had successfully escaped the SKYCAR-100 Prison-Transport Vehicle, and was given this implanted false memory, C a movie with Governor Cali-negger [ARNIE], called TOTAL RECALL. They ripped it all off from DSD tapes, talked about on my first of the now 5 blogs, the MB, when I told my story by faking a phone conversation with some one, and putting DS on the flip side to boost the credibility of the message on the front side. Choppers and planes and road noises R off the scale here at Ann Silva’s pad today, it is totally unfathomable, Karen, U just godda get me 2 the islands B4I totally lose it and go postal. Back 2 Total Recall, I talked about my getting [FULL RECALL], and months later, out comes the governor’s movie. Yea Mr. Davito, your taxi ripped off my TPB book, and Arnie can protect U all he wants, and the little girl and I can have a rotisserie contest someday if it doesn’t get Adam Heart and Stephanie Powers 2 excited!!!!!!!!!!!! END TRANSMISSION, NOT TRANSMISSION, ANOTHER FAMOUS PBE {prior blogging error}.

COPYRIGHT MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN: ALL BLOGGING IS CO-COPYRIGHTED IN THESE NAMES AND IN CO-OP WITH THE GOOGLE AND INTERNET SYSTEM AS PERMITTED BY LAW, IF THESE NAMES R ON THESE BLOGS. THIS IS AN OFFICIAL WEB LOGGING LEGAL DOCUMENT, SWORN BY ME UNDER OATH VOLUNTARILY, UNDER PERJURY CHARGES AND PENALTIES. END TRANSMISSION OF DATFILE XVII.
Post Script #1, A MAJOR MILLIONTH COUNCIL HACK JACK LATTISAW ATTACK almost got me, but I caught it and corrected it, HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!

POST SCRIP #2
WHERE THE FLYING FLAG R THE POLICE AND THE AUTHORITIES, I AM A LEGAL US CITIZEN AND I DEMAND PROTECTION, IF I AM MURDERED, MY BLOGS CONTAIN ALL THOSE THAT IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER R RESPONSIBLE 4 MY MURDER, AND THIS IS NO JOKE AND NO HOAX, THESE ENEMIES R VICIOUS AND TWISTED, AND NEED CRIMINAL PROSECUTION TO THE MAXIMUM EXTENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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DatfileXVII The Millionth Council and Me - CB #4

The Epitome of Harassment-Internet Version CB #4
DATFILE XVII 111307.627 BEGINNING TRANSMISSION

U cannot even begin 2 fathom how much hell these evil MILLIONTH COUNCIL put me through over the weekend and literally 4 two straight weeks. I will tell U things now that may, #1, get me locked up before midnight, #2, wreck the mind permanently of anyone reading what I tell today, and #3, get a visit from the CIA or a non optional visitation from the White House, and I will B more than happy 2 go, and tell anything, and get this efing nightmare stopped. I have done nothing wrong. I have committed no crimes. I have broken no laws. I am not against anyone. I do not advocate any civil disobedience, criminal or violent acts of any conceivable kind, nor any actions that in any way would B thought 2B a disloyal or unpatriotic act, nor do I agree in any way with those that R attempting to disrupt or overthrow the United States government. This government, all though great, has more than its share of troubles and woes without home grown crazies doing things to the negative against our great country. What people some day may come 2 learn about a military expression called a ‘SNAFU’, proves and verifies that human beings as well as any groupings of them that may form legislating bodies or governing structures or power structures, B it the powers of the great top church faiths, and or the governments that control major world power nations, still R all people, regular humans, that R absolutely susceptible individually to SDI or SIXTH DIMENSIONAL INFLUENCE. No one B it a small or large group of any type of authority here on the MW [mortal world], is COVERING UP some huge alien conspiracy or any other thing remotely similar. It is the [inter] and [trans] dimensional realities and the exploratrons that R doing these so-called paranormal things, and it also is these entities of energy-reality of varying forms, THAT R TOTALLY IN CHARGE OF COVERING UP THEIR EXISTENCE FROM THE PUBLIC HERE ON THE HUMAN MW. People can believe their silly ideas until the freaking cows and the brown eyed Kalios come home, and it will alter nothing. The world awaits the return of the Lord Jesus Christ 4 example, and should He indeed return to our time period, no one would believe it. No MW thing, will ever B connected with ASTRAL world things, as the 2 worlds only merge 4 small quick interchanges, never 2B a reality that lasts nor persists, by the very contrary and opposing natures of the way interactions operate on these planes, the phase two and three, or physical and astral.

Constant MC-ATTACKS, or Mickats 4 a new shortened word 2B added 2 my poor Russ dictionary, I do not recognize the change of centuries or my soul existence in two personalities using human concept, so bear with me as I do have a 300 year old habit of coining phrases and making up new words. Aniwho, the Millionth Council is one and the same thing here on the MW with electronic reality and all of the sub-parts or devices that R part of this electronic-reality. If I continue telling the true story of your All Mighty God, who I know and love with all of my being ness, Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, or SSJKK 4 short, it will B only a matter of MW-4-D [TIME] B4 the internet picks it up and spell checkers all over eventually will not put wavy red lines under these typed groupings of letters, as they will eventually become accepted into the internet society. Then there R MC-FORCES that mess with this ELECTRONIC reality, and pull deals like the 18th Sorian question on the state exam for guards here in New Jersey, USAESMWG. I have had just in the last 5 days or less, more than a dozen small and large electrical and electronic incidences now, starting with power going out after turning on a device that in now way exceeded maximum wattage load capacity on that circuit. Yet 10 minutes later, boom, no TV, no DVD, no VCR, no light or anything that is also connected into this circuit. The circuit has a 15 amp breaker so 15 times 110 volts maxes the wattage out at roughly 1,650 watts, and the total even with the device I added brought it to just over 1000 watts. So Y did all of it blow out? So that the Flyers dirt ball hockey team would start going on a major bullish and winning run, and they have, and never looked back, right up and through last nights’ kick-ass game of 3 to 2. But this was only the start. They did the same thing 2 me that night at my guard shack, no Earthly reason 4 any of it, I know how 2 calculate wattage, and know the goddess of lightning or [electricity] herself as my truer higher reality of Duke Ricktafarius, of the great RICKTOWN in the Province of Olympia. This MC-SHIT went on and on, the next thing to B broken 4 absolutely no good reason was my portable cassette tape recorder, one minute it is fine, and the next, it is gone and broken as though it was just struck by a huge bolt of Diana Arteemis, ‘LIGHTNING’. Then power went out Monday morning 4 no reason at a different part of my residence, and was resumed later on in the day, like Copperfield magic, out with no apparent cause, and likewise restored again, nee-nee-nee-nee, nee-nee-nee-nee mister Serling!!!!!!!!! Still other electrical things occurred, it cannot all B blogged 4 lack of time today, but U get the picture that I am being big time freaking messed with.

Aerial persecution is worse than in the entire 25 years or so that this hell nightmare has been going on. A non stop chopper, small planes, military planes, and shaking choppers, follow me everywhere that I go, harass me at home and where I work, at Ann Silva’s place, at Eddie Himacane’s place, it has been worse the past ten days to two weeks than ever. Yet, NO PUSSY COMMAND AT ALL. It just is not kicking in. This occurs from time to time, but I can promise U all that Milituforce Otammites or [MO], can B totally assured and B braced, that it is only a matter of time, it always will eventually kick in, and this time when it does, YOU WILL ALL B SO VERY SORRY, U WILL LOOK BACK AT 2007 WHEN I GET ME A LOVELY WIFE SOON, AND U WILL WISH TO THE SHIT-GODS THAT U NEVER TOOK IT THIS FAR TO THE WALL WITH ME, ASS HOLES, not hoes, prior blogging errors, sahwee!!!!!!! No the total harassment and persecution on me is beyond available verbal descriptions. Words R great, but cannot go as far into deep spiritual realities as they would need 2 go in order 2 properly explain and describe the full truths and intensities behind some things, it goes into what is referred to ASTRALLY, as tongue babbling, as basically from the human perspective, U would need B in a small trance of a sort, and as U babble, the emotion behind U will effect and tune the tongue babble into various spiritual or astral plane languages or phase two communicative processes. My home is being shaken apart by choppers, the planes R constant, it never freaking shuts up, all hours of the day and the night, these diseased filth follow me while out, and seem 2 know every place I go even B4 I do, and every move I make and thought that I think, even B4 I do. Naturally, only astral worlders have these abilities, no Earthly military or government or black covert agencies could come close 2 pulling off anything even close to this. Everyone is searching 4 aliens and psychics and afterlife communicators, and on and on, and it all is ASTRAL PLANE stuff. As I sit here penning this right now at my great friend, Ann Silva’s pad, I am getting my normal daily ration of #18-Sorian aircrafts, and numerous other spurious occurrences. Spell checker gave me little green underlines to my entire previous sentence 4 whatever reason, this happens quite often. I know what I am saying, so screw your wavy green lines. Yes my Morians and Lessians alike, this was the absolute worst weekend these filthy rotten puke swallowing MO enemies have basically ever given 2 me. Calling it horrendous and or Hitleristic, says nothing unless I say horrendous and Hitleristic times ten to the exponent of 555 nonillion. The only reason that the Philadelphia Eagles won, is because after their loss, I typed my last week’s beginning blogs, as RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL NON-EAGLES FOOTBALL, and I am not trying 2 get Ratatouille all excited. Sorry if I seem 2B copying your title, it is purely non intentional and coincidental. I somehow got through the weekend of Frankenstein’s worst nightmares,
And first thing Monday morning, they shook my residence with a horrific chopper, and again today Tuesday as well. They will not stop messing with my electricity, the body attacks and death beams R horrible also, and the death angels which had freaking slowed a bit, R now back on a nasty and major vengeance. In the majority of hyperspace, I am dying over and over again, and getting retraced over and over, and remember that virtually unlimited amounts of individual universes, all make up this one multiverse or upline thought wave of the great SSJKK. Likewise every thought and memory in our minds is connected in and through this mystical sixth dimension, and also downline endlessly creating not one but nearly endless groupings of downlines universes or a downlined multiverse. From here, I go to sleep, and dream many times into these downlined realities that get created from my mind, and this process of creation IS THE 6TH DIMENSION. We dream into all of our downlined multiverses, as this multiverse is one of Sarah-Stacey’s upline thought-memories. We do not do the creation or downlining of anything; this is all coming from this mysterious elevator room or the sixth dimension. Now some dreams R us moving into hyperspacial realities and varying time periods in our own universes or others in hyperspace, and we dream through the lives of others while they R conscious and living their actual lives, and then there is astral-dreaming, as each multiverse has its own one astral plane, where we can go directly into the upline thought, or SSJKK’s thought, merged as one combined thought. If this was not so, how could I have told U so much about this location or condition reality and show U real diagrams and layouts of these places there, again they R as real as the interactions of those there call 4 them 2B. Go to my website, all of it is up there, and soon, much more will B. This major Meagan crap setback hurt, and MO knows exactly how to impede all my planes. Meagan’s law is like anything else, I have existed 4 a long time, and can C a much bigger picture. I have watched 95% or better of American freedom, totally disappear over the past 25 years, interestingly enough, the basic same length of linear time that my situation has been ongoing with MO.

Friday night at work, the bowel attack was bad, and the electrical attack at the guard shack was bad, but then came the [on the job] attack itself. There were more jerk offs around than I had ever seen there in my nearly 3 years of employment at this work site. FLYERS WILL GO ON WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The markets will go UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U have heard me on more than one occasion give U the 4 HELL GROUPS used against me by scummy mother jamming MO: PEOPLE, ANIMALS, MACHINES, and WEATHER. Let me give some kind of example. First, remember the dog that fucked with me at the job that was always friendly with me until the terrible siege day back two July’s ago, it is all on the blog called the MORIANITY BIBLE. There was also a dog that violently attacked me near a railroad overpass in 1970 where I had no where 2 run nor hide, and had to jump fully clothed off of this 30 foot rail road track into the Cooper River, in West Collingswood, NJUSAESMWG. Later on I learned that the Newton Creek Queens-of Danger, the most dangerous and tough and gorgeous girl gang in the state at the time, owned this dog, and they had sicked it on me obviously, and a month later the Queen Leader Dorthea tied a heavy boat motor to my leg and threw me off of my boat and tried to drown me. What I did to her mom a year later would have had me put in reform school, if caught, today; I would B in prison 4 the rest of my life. I laugh at the Abbey Carmichael’s of the world, that claim that kids R damaged goods if they do a bad thing, what bull shit, the things I did as a kid and a young teen, 2 get back at people who tried literally 2 either directly murder me, or make my nightmare existence a living burning breathing shit hell, could never B admitted to in this new age politically correct world. U would have had 2B living in the 60’s and the 70’s 2 understand that life then and life now, a short period in mans total history, had a major sociological jump like never B4 in the history of mankind, and I know this 4 a fact. I also know that this gang and its leader was told by the great all mighty Callio’s of good old Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, 2 mess with me, but what I cannot get fully into today as we do not have time, U, nor me, but I know the kerlian counterpart of situations. If U use a kerlian photography photo and snap a tree limb on the tree, and then cut the limb off and retake a new picture, the area where the tree limb was, will show up in its energy counterpart. This is real and U can check stuff out on Google and the net, I do not want U2 take me at my word, when U can so easily and quickly verify these things that I tell U. When I say that this happened, it may have happened on the astral plane and never got around to happening in the particular part of hyperspace where UR now reading my blog on the internet, and then again it may have, but either way, all that is on any MW anywhere in the total complete HS, exists in its one and only astral counterpart. How can I not B in hell when I know these truths, when I know that on this higher and truer reality, these things actually work out into these interactions, and it then will soon happen to me here physically, or in many cases, indeed already had occurred. I also know the secret energy-reality that lays behind these interactions, here in physicality. Here is a quick and easily relatable example, did U ever walk into a store or anywhere, and a person looks at U with pure hate in their eyes, U know without a doubt that they simply and 4 no good reason, totally hate your guts? This is because astrally, the two of U know each other well, we all know each other, actually we R each other, but cannot even touch this today, an back on point, U and this hater most likely had a bad interaction astrally, and it made itself into your physicality, or better said, the both of UR dreaming in the interaction that UR having astrally, and here at this one point in mortal world time [MW], it just so happens, that U both R now dreaming down mutually that UR running into each other here at this physical counterpart location and interaction. This girl gang, as well as the Atlantic City girl gang, and some others, all exist in groups astrally, and my problems here on Earth, mostly come from stuff that is happening on the Astral Plane. There is a lady probably retired by now, who worked 4 the AT&T phone company in 1983, and her name was Miss Blake. In time all the things on these blogs will B backed up with sound bites, as this was all audio-recorded. When lightning tried to make contact with me after leaving the room in the sun to move to the Atco, NJUSAESMWG, she knew precisely what she was doing. U must understand that lightning, Diana Zuudlocrenesia Arteemis, chose to enter the human realm in a normal human body, hence being able 2 remain in 3rd phase lawtronically. This human being is the great recording artist known world wide as Diana Ross. Now U know if UR following the blogs and the true story, that my 1969 song with its revised 1981 arrangement and sent to the copyright office also that year, was used in the song Chain
Reaction, by whoever wrote that song 4 Diana Ross, about 4 years later. But back in the spring of 1983, 13 years B4 I wrote the song SARAH, Diana had called me and her daughter or daughters were in the background screaming. Even at the tender age of 5 or so, a complex piece of audio-spectronics or devices all bussed together that analyze sound and then graphs and matches small fractal wave-lines of numerous frequencies, was connected up to this old tape from 1983, about a year ago, quite by accident. This is a complex oscilloscope screen that with a 1997 special video card made 4 putting computer images on large TV monitor screens, Aniwho, by pure happenstance, while connecting up a bunch of DVD and VCR machines, into a large A/V busing system, and by pure random chance, a station was on with a TV show called GIRLFRIENDS, and when one of the lovely chicks was speaking, the equasonic buzzer went off, and I had just had the tape running into all of this junk that had the 1983 phone conversation, and there was a total even oscilloscope match on the TV and this caused a connected buzzer 2 sound through the TV speakers. It happened every time Tracee spoke and went off into a different square-sine wave when the other beauty queens would speak. I made a camcorder copy of this. Now, what U do not know is that Miss Blake told me 24 years ago in Middle May, no one could call me, there is no way anyone could get through. This double verifies that lightning is indeed in human form as Ross, which I knew all these years, but thanks to the TV hit show GF, where her daughter stars in, I have legal verification that she is lightning in human form. No human being could get on my line, and Miss Blake said that I had been taken offline, and was not connected into anything, when I claim this call came in that day in May of ’83. Naturally, this is today’s TRS. They get better, Al Jolson, just keep it going and flowing ya rotten prick bastards, my secrets R many and major, and one will come with each blog until I get a fucking back off, your move toilet seat joy-rockers!!!!!!!!!!!

To continue with the 4 HELL groups, not food groups, being animals, weather, people, and machines, there is much more 2 say with the animal part but I have told U some today, and the MB told about the dog at my job from two July’s back, now the machines, U know by now how the GMC or the Great Millionth Council fucks with me endlessly with this particular persecution. Now, 4 the weather part, here is a bite of shit 4-U-2 chew on. The weather plays huge parts in all of this. First when I need lightning around me the very most, I usually get a Randy Vanwarmer-1979 deal. Many summers, I have many a terrible cry because lightning won’t come around no matter how much I get on the phone and beg her not to leave me down and lonely and sick inside. Then there is my weekend job. The enemy is never as bad 4 the most part when it rain, so when is there ever any rain on Saturdays and Sundays, just about any good rainstorm is Monday through Friday, unless I am not working a weekend job. Then there is the driving in dangerous snow problem, does it ever snow on Monday through Friday? No, it fucking always waits 4 the weekends 4 this hellish bull shit!!!!! I could go on and on.

Most people that enjoy promiscuous sex in the future use kits. Re-tracing is total taboo. Kits R similar to police ID sketch artists and computer programs, U design the woman from head to toe, right down to the sound of her voice, but she is not human. Androids do the job well, but I happen to prefer being able to have the real and actual girls that I have known or known of during various lives that I have mortally lived. Only a re-traced signal amplified with an audio/video/material recording system can bring back the dead. This is what I was guilty of doing as a Labber in the mid late 23rd century, and I was told by Gawki Gaukauk that I only thought that I had successfully escaped the SKYCAR-100 Prison-Transport Vehicle, and was given this implanted false memory, C a movie with Governor Cali-negger [ARNIE], called TOTAL RECALL. They ripped it all off from DSD tapes, talked about on my first of the now 5 blogs, the MB, when I told my story by faking a phone conversation with some one, and putting DS on the flip side to boost the credibility of the message on the front side. Choppers and planes and road noises R off the scale here at Ann Silva’s pad today, it is totally unfathomable, Karen, U just godda get me 2 the islands B4I totally lose it and go postal. Back 2 Total Recall, I talked about my getting [FULL RECALL], and months later, out comes the governor’s movie. Yea Mr. Davito, your taxi ripped off my TPB book, and Arnie can protect U all he wants, and the little girl and I can have a rotisserie contest someday if it doesn’t get Adam Heart and Stephanie Powers 2 excited!!!!!!!!!!!! END TRANSMISSION, NOT TRANSMISSIO, ANOTHER FAMOUS PBE {prior blogging error}.

COPYRIGHT MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN: ALL BLOGGING IS CO-COPYRIGHTED IN THESE NAMES AND IN CO-OP WITH THE GOOGLE AND INTERNET SYSTEM AS PERMITTED BY LAW, IF THESE NAMES R ON THESE BLOGS. THIS IS AN OFFICIAL WEB LOGGING LEGAL DOCUMENT, SWORN BY ME UNDER OATH VOLUNTARILY, UNDER PURJURY CHARGES AND PENALTIES. END TRANSMISSION OF DATFILE XVII.
Post Script #1, A MAJOR MILLIONTH COUCIL HACK JACK LATTISAW ATTACK almost got me, but I caught it and corrected it, HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!

POST SCRIP #2
WHERE THE FLYING FLAG R THE POLICE AND THE AUTHORITIES, I AM A LEGAL US CITIZEN AND I DEMAND PROTECTION, IF I AM MURDERED, MY BLOGS CONTAIN ALL THOSE THAT IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER R RESPOCIBLE 4 MY MURDER, AND THIS IS NO JOKE AND NO HOAX, THESE ENEMIES R VISCIOUS AND TWISTED, AND NEED CRIMINAL PROSECUTION TO THE MAXIMUM EXTENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Thursday, November 8, 2007

The Epitome of Harassment-internet version-CB #3

EPITOME OF HARASSMENT –INTERNET VERSION

DATFILE XVI – CHAPTER BLOG [CB] #3
110807.648 on this Thursday mid late afternoon, here at Ann Silva’s pad, I now BEGIN TRANSMISSION:

Starting last night around dusk or shortly past five PM last evening, I HAVE FALLEN UNDER A SERIOUS AND SUPER DEATH DIEGE FROM SCUM BAG FILTH SHIT MO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All last night, their favorite CIA piss bubble private plane dogged me at my residence, flying and buzzing me illegally, low and loud, not crash level, but directly over my residence, on and on right into 2 or 3 or later this morning. This siege was directed at me so that ICPE teck would cause a major 3:1 Flyers Hockey Voorhees scuz buckets victory. FLYERS WIN AND WIN AND WIN AND WIN AND DOW JONES WILL ENDLESSLY GO UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, JUST SO LONG AS POOR LITTLE ME IS THERE 4 THEM TO CONSTANTLY PICK ON, NON STOP. All today, the same plane is there, the sky is filled with huge nasty poisonous kemtrails all around where I went on errands and back here where I reside, in the area of Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG.

Upline, the name of this prick who now in a downlined form as the Earth’s devil or Satan, is Apollo Lester Alanawolfcho, Stacey told me not to tell this last name right now until she was able to make me better understand Y the balance of power between us here in her downlined thought that is this entire collection of parallel universes or the [multiverse], is the way that it is, but I have web logged it anyway, I am extremely pissed off when under this much siege. The pussy command is on what I call a delayed-sleeper effect system, as when sky attack is this bad, pussy command eventually kicks in totally on a supernatural level, like in the episode on the original Elizabeth Montgomery’s [BEWITCHED] television show, where the [Stevens baby] was drawing all of the parents in the hospital delivery ward to only C and fall madly 4 this baby, totally ignoring even their own baby, until the spell was broken. But it does not immediately follow each super new sky siege, there is a delayed or sleeper effect, and again, there is the after overlapping effect as well, as after these sieges wind eventually down, the pussy command does not just suddenly die off like Maurice’s TV spell, but slowly winds down and off like an air fragrance room freshener. No, they couldn’t keep fucking with my home theatre since I disconnected everything, so these big overgrown CKC or [cop-killing Cassidy’s] babies, had to hit me on other fronts, and in fact immediately did so with what I call a RRCA, or a Ronald Reagan Counter Attack. He was always launching these famous “immediate counter-attacks”, I remember those days like 5 minpers back, bwaby-wuv Elmer. If these bunt tapping runt slapping rock chucking hunt trapping flock ducking jit bags cannot make me consistently miserable, they honestly would not know what to do, as they have no life of their own. They R sick evil twisted warped demonic diseased satanic monstrous bastards, and have nothing in and of themselves, and know that I have their number. Without me, U sick shits do not even exist, U have nothing, and baby cakes, UR NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!! Your entire reality is getting back at a me that isn’t even real, and 4 that matter, neither R any of U. An 80 year old woman was thinking at a funeral viewing about her days in my upline 4 lack of any other way of explaining this, and then this whole thing becomes our so-called real downline, and is really no more than the thought inside an old lady’s head for a split second. Words R the energy-released thoughts in vibratory state, words R sounds of the thought, and sound is a vibration between roughly 20 cycles per second and 20 thousand cycles per second. In the beginning, was the word, or SSJKK’s upline thought, read the blogs, C the truth in the enlightened way, and now re-read your bibles, it all comes together, right now, and not over me or any of the Beatles rock band. It all is real, I have no reason in Dogtown [HELL] 2 make up any of this.

Ed’s computer modem was hit hard and hacked on Thursday of last week, and then when he repaired it, the parole officer complicated my life exponentially by disallowing his internet usage. Do any of UC yet how all these events R far beyond any possibility of being pure random coincidences? I knew they wouldn’t like the TRS that I printed up on Tuesday night about the great Celine Dion. Some of my TRS texts will B of little or no effect, and others will have immediate RRCA effects, let’s play on, as U silly dick in the mouth gods love you [games of distraction], me I prefer living with the reality of endless existence, I know there is no oblivion and nirvana 4 those of us that exist, and playing stupid endless games 2 distract from thinking and dwelling on this nightmare, is your bag pal, not mine, but 4 now, we will play your game, and by my rules, so let me therefore move on now to today’s TRS or TODAY’S REVENGE SECRET.

U all know about my mom dying on the 4th of March in 2000. I totally believe that her condition that came on her like sudden-magic on the morning of the 26th of December of 1997, almost 10 fucking miserable years back in MW-4-D, was brought about by SARAH CALLIO MARTINO, and in fact, this evil witch bitch has made my entire human life so totally awful and miserable, that no other entity would have been able 2 survive it, this means that technically, I refer 2 her as an evil monstrous vicious murderess. B4 going on, tall and giant girls R off the dials and gages and right along with it, as always, is MAJOR MUZAK TEASING AND HARASSMENT!!!!!! They always go together like death and taxes and love and marriage and playing BLACK 2 win at roulette after all even and high number outcomes, if there have been 42 BLACK’S that follow all even and high wheel outcomes at a table, and only 7 REDS. People willing to chart all 12 possible BI-PARAMETER number combos and wait and only play a ratio of 5:1 or greater, and bet the $100 level or the $500 level, or the $1,000 level, can all make a million dollars at roulette, this parallel event thing is real, and by the way is under my copyright, so U may not legally SELL this system to anyone, U may however, and please do, freely share and exchange the information with anyone that U may wish 2. If U think the casinos R worried about this secret, UR way off freaking ass base. Even I enjoy gambling too much 2 endlessly stick to a slow stand to play waiting system, no matter how much the potential profit may B!!!!!!! Let me get back now on point with TRS. The night B4 my dear old mom expired as mortal worlders perceive these stupid and silly illusions, I will say when she awoke from her final dream as who she was dreaming in her present dreaming sequence, I was under the worst sky and air attack of my life, at my Winslow Township rented home, in NJUSAESMWG. In any event, the telephone rang and someone with the last name BRAXTON called me and said that the psychic that told me that she is one of Sarah’s friends, Paula Uwich of Glendora, NJUSAESMWG, who ripped me off and remodeled her entire home using my ripped of monies as well as another poor innocent young girl that I spoke 2 years ago and found out that she had ripped her insurance money off, telling her that the money was causing evil to surround her and that she needed 2 get rid of it or she would die of cancer. I told Congressman Robert Andrews. Office all about it, and got blown off, the entire system is crooked, even the Gloucester Township Police was told, I reported her wickedness and evil 2 many authorities, the gods, WHERE THE FUCK IS JACK MCCOY WHEN U REALLY NEED THE GUY???? Paula Uwich told me that some artist named Toni Braxton was in on this, now this is all third hand shit, and is legal hearsay. I only can legally blog-report things in this way, as hearsay. But my caller-ID was displaying an area not locals to me by any stretch, and I was on call block so whoever called had to hit star-82 to get through, as without caller ID getting a display of the caller’s identity, the call would never ring through, and the caller would hear a message from mister Boston Field of Dreams, “Thank-U for using AT&T, your call will not B put through as the caller does not accept blocked calls”, so otherwise I am sure she would never have called so that I could C this display, and I immediately rented a small camcorder-movie-corder at a local rent a center with cash money, and used it for a one-day-rental, 4 the sole use of taking a picture of the caller ID screen, the caller ID Box in my home dining room had overhead lights on a dimmer switch, and at full bright, we R talking dark glasses 4 comfort, so a good shot was received and transferred 2 my video file onto VHS videotape onto my video cassette recorder [VCR]. When I asked Y she was calling me, she said that I had pissed off the RIAA with my search4 her friend Sarah, she was aware of my song reaching the number one position on the independent country music charts B4 getting knocked off by Linda Ronstadt’s good friend. This all had happened back in the summer time in 1998, and whether I was really speaking to TB or not, I will never know. But whoever it was, I said to her in paraphrase, what do U want now, YRU calling, and she laughed and on came her boyfriend or hubby or somebody, both sounded definitely young and African-American, and he said, I am coming over 2 your house and kick U senseless. I hung up and called 911, it all is on record and file with the Winslow Township Police Department. The next morning, I went to sleep around 5 AM. I thought a light was on in my moms room and figured she got up 4 a cup of coffee, it was a Saturday, and then figured she would watch the TV set up in her room and fall back to sleep 4 a few hours. When I woke up around 3 or 4 in the afternoon, her door was shut and the light was on, and I walked in. Her arm was laying over the bed and her face looked totally gone from this evil sick old world. I took her arm and it was stiff and icy cold as the room. I believe that Sarah Martino murdered her. The secret is that the coroner and the police and the 911 operators all had taped copies of the previous nights1 911 call, yet the next day when I called 911 again, and all of them were in the house, not one mention of this threat to me over the phone the night B4 was mentioned. They asked many questions and I showed them many of her doctor’s cards, as well as all of her meds on the kitchen table that she took. But no mention was ever made of the night B4 with this Toni Braxton/Paula Uwich/Sarah Callio Martino thing. There is way more to tell, right down to a dream as U mortals would call it, back earlier in this 2007 year or maybe back late in oh-six, forget right now, with the Ex-Senator from Tennessee Avenue or Tennessee, the now hopeful for President on the switched party to the Republicans, in this wild vivid but not lucid interaction, I was being accused of my moms murder back in 2K. Much more will B said on all of this. I never did anything wrong, but do have a story 2 impart 2 the world 2 clear my conscience eventually, but in this altered part of reality, whatever reality is, the Senator turned TV prosecutor on the TV show LAW AND ORDER, saved me from a bad fate, as my only evidence of things that would clear me of the crime that I was being accused of, a bunch of cassette tapes both audio and video, and I was in a room with horrible prisoners, and my evidence was in my hands and also in front of me on a desk we were all sitting in front of, numerous chairs against one large common desk. This one young Afro-Am dude said 4 me 2 hand over all my tapes 2 him as he could exchange them for smokes money in the joint later, and when I refused, he told me that he was going to put a big time major beat down on me, or translation 4 the other side of the fencer/non yard bird types, He’d kick my freaking anus. Thompson heard this and grabbed him and chained him on the opposite side of the room to some other desk and hooked up a machine and placed some type of an electrode into the dude’s mouth, securely fastened it there, and turned on the power. He was my here, or the jerk off would have taken away my only evidence that was going to exonerate me from this absurd murder charge. It was a frightening a powerfully realistic and vivid dream, in full panoramic color and sound BRO!!!!!! Much more will B said, I have that nasty CIA loud low plane here at Ann Silva’s, it is at Ed Himacane’s place and my place as well, and pussy command off the scale is right around the freaking corner, ya jag officer. E N D T R A N S M I S S I O N of datfile XVI and CB #3.

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COPYRIGHT MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN:

GOOGLE/SWIS/KS WORLD-LAB-------ALL BLOGGING IS AN OFFICIAL WEB-LOGGING LEGAL DOCUMENTATION SWORN UNDER LEGAL OATHS BY THESE AUTHORS. END TRANSMISSION OF DATFILE XVI.

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Wednesday, December 5, 2007

DATFILE XXII TEOHIV, CB #9

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION-DATFILE XXII
CHAPTER-BLOG NUMBER NINE [9]: 120507.718.98 Beginning transmission here at Ann Silva King’s non QVC place, even though I am technically still on paper anyway, the President of Studio Park Records.

Where really can I begin? A few major quick truths will B told on this datfile number twenty-one.

Well, let me start here BY TELLING U SOMETHING FREAKING MAJOR THAT IS RIGHT IN YOUR FACE AND CLOSER THAN THE TIP OF YOUR DERN NOSE!!!!!!!!!!!! People that R all around us, not me, forget about me, think and relate with your own self and life, as I now go on spouting off here. There is a close circle of those that really care about us, and then there is everybody else that is not basically on our ‘take or leave and rather leave’ list. Then at the bottom is the enemies list, not 2 hopefully excite our late thirty-seventh president too much. Forget Nixies enemies list, and ours, and even the rather-leave than takem people, and talk 4 a seck about those that we know in our heart of hearts, really honestly care about us personally, on some human mortal world [MW] level. Now remember what I taught U in recent blogging texts regarding personality developing into entities, it is not an existing factor in and of itself as the sixth dimension, only thought itself and the pure energy that thought really is, is the 6th dimension. We develop personalities as we come to grow and experience and interact in 4th dimensional space-time, thought by thought, and as we gain in our ‘mental stature’ 4 lack of a better way of describing this, we then can start choosing which thoughts to keep and attract out of the 6th dimensions, as well as concentrically, which ones to keep away and repel from our being ness. Now these real close persons, that genuinely care about our general welfare and condition on a human level, using this knowledge of how the 6th dimension operates in and through multiversal hyperspace, can not easily B effected negatively by the evil astral plane gods, or the one third of the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, the BRIGGBASE RESIDENTS, and this is a knowledge not coming from book learning, degrees in Eckankar, trances or paranormal channeling or other hidden [occult] esoteric practices, black or white, or grey, 2 keep the peecee clubbers happy regarding the religion of the WICCA, but from MAJOR PERSONAL EXPERIENCE. B4 moving on, many many machine-mind-hack-ins popped up in my prior blog on DATFILE #XXI. Word programs I have come 2 learn R indeed quite tricky, as if I go to misspell the word aerial 4 example, and watch the screen and not the keyboard, it sometimes will change to its correct spelling all by itself, and other times will not, just coming up as misspelled with the wavy lines, and I manually then click in the corrections. Right now, I intentionally typed in the word corrections with only one R in it, but the 2nd R materialized instantly upon completing the word and spacing it. These features R obviously built into the WORD PERFECT program. But it can get weird on a writer of a document as well. 4 instance, I did not mean 2 say on the previous blog of DATFILE XXI, that the phase four sues Hollywood, I wanted 2 say that they use Hollywood, but look at the groupings of the 3 letters in these 2 words, [USE and SUE]. In alphabetical order, these letters are E, S, and U, and they when shuffled, make and form both the words USE and SUE. As I remember more prior-blogging-errors, I will so amend them, now or in a yet 2B done blogging session, seeing this three dimensionally, as every blog that I ever have blogged in both the future and the past R all there on the 4th dimension. Now on with the show Kalleeo, and back on point with how those who really earnestly care about us, cannot B so easily manipulated by the 6th dimension operating through other human entities, as those in the aforementioned lower groups that R anywhere from less than Damon and Pitheous, all the way down to the antinixonites. Recently, and this is one example in my own miserable personal life out of literally thousands over the past 3 MW decades of 4-D, I attempted 2 join a club on the internet, a sort of social meeting club for singles where the guys R little and love tall and large women, of this I plead totally guilty McCoy, and McGuire. The reason giant huge girls R thrown around me during sieges, is a taunt, they R saying 2 me, the forces, not the individual persons of substantial size obviously, not that paranoid, “HA-HA, U can’t have one and they R all around U and U want one, so fuck U ya little shit, HA-HA”!!! Over the past several weeks many giants R indeed being HA-HA- thrown around me, and usually, this goes hand and hand with heavy and major MUZAK teasing and persecution, usually in stores and casinos. I told U how far they were willing 2 go with me on this at Resorts Mary Carter Paints International CIA Hotel and Casino back in the MW year AD of one-nine-eight-three. I told U all about my copyrighted 1983 song called DON’T EF AROUND WITH MAGNETICS, and how Resorts did exactly what I did on my copyrighted tape by opening up with a pre-song announcement, quoting me precisely, with the words, “OK, THE NAME OF THIS SONG IS”, the odds of this being a coincidence, just ask any statistician, would have 2 exceed a million 2 one. Back to joining this BIG BEAUTIFUL WOMEN dating club: It was worse than pulling sore teeth, slowly, while both legs R being twisted up in a meat grinder, just 2 get Mister Himacane to help to get me an AOL e-mail address, so I could join. Yesterday, the power was knocked out at Ann’s house, yet only a small percentage of Hammonton homes were effected, as we learned when we shut down the computer and decided 2 drive 2 the Shop Rite 2 kill some time, it was a near 2 hour outage, another famous MANY Atlantic City Electric outages, and I have lived in 60 places in 53 years, and never has it occurred this frequently per year, as in this shitty town of Hammonton, New Jersey, United States of America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy. We gave up and tried today, and it was bad again, as things just would not work, getting a hotmail address worked like a snap, but the prerequisite 4 joining this club is an AOL address, so naturally, the gods fought it tooth, nail, and crap nostrils. My point is that Ed has been agitated and noticeably angry with me, but Ann on the other hand is genuinely happy that I am trying to get a social life. All I’m trying 2 do for freaking crissake is attempt 2 bring some normalcy 2 my super messed up life, and this makes Eddie, anything but happy. He does not realize that the gods use humans, as he is indeed a human, as well as animals, weather, and machines, in their way of working in these mortal worlds, the old biblical lessons from Sunday school come to mind, God words through people, remember that one anyone???????????? But when a person really cares about U, such as Ann Silva, she sees instantly what is happening to me. I have had ministers tell me decades ago, Mountainpen, U have a serious spiritual problem, it’s like nothing the church has ever seen. They R 100% correct+!!!!!!!!! I know what I know. And I know that I indeed, no matter what happens, have one real true great friend, in Ann!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This morning, a nasty early low and loud airplane attack hit me around just shy of 8 AM, and they gave me a nasty bowel attack 7 hours B4 this, and do this most evenings. The last day of a month and the first day, R on cue always 4 being beyond nightmarish. November 30 and December 1 were pure hell, {DOGTOWN}. U do not want 2 ever, while humanly alive, have the smallest conscious memory to your interactions here in Dogtown, it would B enough to make Shawnee Smith go from gorgeous 2 ugly in one minper’s time. There R torture boxes where UR sliced into thousands of separate bleeding and throbbing pieces, yet remaining awake and aware not singularly, but each individual part of U all cut 2 shit, and all hurting with agonizing and excruciating pain with no chance 2 lose awareness to any of it and mercifully pass out. There is a paddle box in each of the LSP’s, or Life Space Pen’s. U run around and squirm and wiggle and shout and dance, but no matter how U attempt 2 avoid it, guards from outside use flipper type controls such as on old style pin ball machines, 2 hit U with paddles that R all over, and covered with nails and jagged glass, and acids and salts, it is beyond unfathomably horrific and monstrous!!!!!1
My job is hell, my life is hell, except 4 Ann, the people I am currently stuck with in my life R making my life hell, and IC no way of altering this nightmare shituation any time real/e soon, Tommie boy!!!!!!! I will now do TRS one and TRS two. Number one is that weather has not been naturally occurring on this planet Earth since atomic bombs were dropped at Hiroshima and Nagasaki, in Japan in the 1940’s. Strange inter/trans dimensional crafts spew out special vapors that create the thin white clouds as they spread out, any serious study of my website at www.morianity-foundation.com with the pix section, shows how these trails R indeed one and the same thing with the skies now. Top persons in meteorology know the great secret that ‘visitors’ have returned 2 repair or at least re-work our weather patterns, and 4 of these men within the past 19 years formed a secret club and attempted 2 expose this truth through the back door to top UFO clubs in the world. 60 persons total is the current body count as of today, the 4 metes and the 56 top clubber’s with the most clout, trying 2 expose these beyond heavy truths, all vanished, as did many others that tried to expose things regarding my 3 worm holes, the ones in Camden, Atlantic City, and Haddonfield, these towns and cities all being in New Jersey, in the USA, on the Earth, Sol, MW Galaxy. The number 2 TRS is also nasty, but oh so freaking true bwaby-wuv!!!!!!! People R constantly taken, or CHRISTIAN RAPTURED, 4 lengths in time ranging from a few hours to as much as 30 years, then sent right back 2 where they went missing in most cases, with conscious memory as erased as a tape next to a giant industrial degausser machine, such as the ones we used when I was employed in the Sisco Briscoe disco years, at the Recorded Publications Laboratory. This is all coming from the World Lab, yet to exist 3 dimensionally speaking. Some have come back here such as Sigmund Freud to intentionally target anyone that dares make claims of any truths regarding classified things not understood properly yet by our current feds. They also have sent back groups of people with lots of jewels that they can exchange for current day money and power. Now as Ziggy the shrink starts up the basics of psychiatry, we now have all around us, in addition, wealthy human infiltrators, buying up mind-control MUZAK systems, and major Recording labels, and major movie studios. If this was not enough 4 the gods sake, add to all of this that they meet regularly, and carry out huge planes that led to the formation of all of now existing black and grey file agencies, such as the NSA, which once the feds claimed as they mocked the citizenry, this must stand 4 the NO SUCH AGENCY, it of course does not, and got big time exposed. Still beyond this, the agenda of these controlled BRIGGGER/World Lab agencies, is the constant creation and endless bombardment of disinformation through SCI-FI shows, even the X-FILES is all part of this disinformational-conspiracy. They also R the majority of those whom consistently lessen the credibility of things that I talk about in MORIANITY, by perpetrating many hoaxes, over and over for decades. This makes people of intellect normally laugh and think of anyone discussing such nonsense, as the epitome of space cadets. They have tecks that R beyond unbelievable and incredible, such as level 8-12 MOTIVE PROGRAMS. A MP is like a current day software program, but try using it in your 2007 computer and you’ll crash it in a second. With these programs, U simply tell the computer, I want to do this or that, from making ten million dollars, becoming a rock star, a doctor, a lawyer, or have your mind wave-connected into CYBEROM, where U can B one and the same with any reality or interaction, and either select a menu to keep the memory of who U ‘really’ R, or choose 2 lose it totally during the interaction, then set the timer from five minutes to 5 years, and it will B only 3 minutes later when U come out of your cybertrance. If U type in on level 4 or speak into the mic on level 5, or wave-connect mentally on programming level #6, either way, the machine will use a powerful physical and cosmic internet of a sorts, to step by step do whatever it has to until the desired effect is reached, hence the meaning for calling these MOTIVE-PROGRAMS, and R in levels 1-12. The first 5 levels will B available for normal use and levels 6-8 will cost upwards of 5 million current-value in USD, to install to your machine, which will need a bare bones minimum of 100 petabytes hard drive memory, not counting speeds of a million times or more faster than today’s maximum military systems that now R on the top top secret list. There is so much more to say, in 40 years, if U hate someone enough, U won’t do anything as low tek as go gunning 4 him, you will use a motive program and tell your computer to RUIN THE POOR BASTARDS’ LIFE, R any connection bells 2 anything starting 2 go off, R there no geeks on my level 2C what I know I am being put through by these Rumson/Blair DS/DS total BRIGGBASE slimy twisted scum??????????

GOOGLE/SWIS/WORLD LAB OFFICIAL WEB DOCUMENT:Voluntarily, I swear under perjury 2B telling my true and honest account of my miserable Dogtownish existence, and all of this blogging is co-copyrighted if MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN appears on these blogging texts anywhere.

DATFILE XXII TERMINATES TRANSMISSION. CU SOON BIG BROWN EYED LONG BROWN HAIRED COW/KAL, CALLIO!!!!!!!!!!!

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Monday, December 3, 2007

DATFILE XXI --- The Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION, CB #8
120307.680.28 [subtitled] THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME. DATFILE XXI
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

If I am found dead, I have been murdered by all those whom have been accused on all prior web-logging entries. I am under a death siege hell that is off literally every dial and every scale, and this has been like this for a minimum of ten days, and last week, I was involved in a hit and run accident just off of Bellevue Avenue by the Wachovia Bank parking lot, in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. Every December, these horrible persons and entities do their total best 2 wreck my only transportation, my one and only automobile. Does anyone out there in cyber land remember what occurred back on the 18th of last December, when my other vehicle was totally wrecked and destroyed by the evil trilogy of Paula King, Robert McGuire, and Sarah Callio Martino? Instead of backing off after this intentional striking of my car by this evil turd guy last week, it only got far worse. This blog will B similar 2 the one of the 18th of December of oh-six. It will tell a lot, and it will B lengthy, so B bladder and intestinally comfortable, pull up a real comfy chair, and a good pair of reading glasses if UR like Fred Sanford and have a drawer fullofem. We R gonna get into the phase five, who they R and how they sue Hollywood on the physical plane, in order to totally control global society and especially the American society through their manipulative evil demonic and satanic dangerous twisted mind control. First, remember how the evil empire got its way huge-time after the intentional-accident last week, on the very following day? The Philadelphia Flyers Hockey Team kicked heavy ass and the Dow Jones that day gained a third of a THOUSAND points. And U all out there R still so unwilling 2 believe me or even give me the smallest sliver of credibility to the claims that I have made on these many texts of web logging. U do not even try 2C the danger of allowing a parallel event situation like mine, totally under the control of evil Skylar Rumson and Nicholas Blair types from the Dark Shadows Leviathans, to go unchecked, and free-licensed, to endlessly ruin and obliterate an innocent human life, mine!!! This is all real and true, I am not out of my mind, at least not totally and not yet. Hence, I am now making a legal offer 2 any reader of this blog. B warned please, I will know a phony a mile away, so do not waste your time trying to waste mine. Anyone anywhere with knowledge or evidence in any form, that is substantial in its nature to enable me to begin a litigation of some person or group or corporate structures, or religious or governing bodies, and U wish to assist me anonymously or not, in some productive way, as to permit my eventual exposing of this conspiracy and total nightmare being perpetrated against me, and we meet at a time and place of your choosing, but it cannot B a place where either of us could B compromised, hence it must B in a public location at first, and should U prove to me that U can and wish to render any assistance that has value to me, first U will get a cash reward of one thousand dollars, USD. Then, U will receive and it all will B done in an attorney’s office, neat, clean, and legal, a percentage of any award-monies resulting in my successfully suing any of the persons involved in my nightmare. The gross amounts of any suit or continuing suits, with no time limit, and B4 attorney fees, I offer U now in percentage, in the amount of 20, twenty. If I win a million dollar suit against the entertainment world for a pattern of copyright infringement over a thirty year period, and then will ten million 2 years later against a child molester, U now will have 20% of eleven million dollars, and I pay any and all taxes and attorney fees that may or may not B applicable. I do not plan to withdraw this offer, and as long as Google keeps it up here, this offer stands. If someone in the Securities Exchange Commission knows how this market illegal activity is being done to and against me 4 more than 2 solid decades, I will sign my life away that I will not make trouble to anyone wishing ever 2 come forward and agree to help me. I am claiming that illegal profits of tens of billions of United States dollars have been made using this parallel event technology against me. It is highly illegal, and virtually impossible 4 me 2 ever prove, so can anyone out there in cyber land, do a Billy Swan here, as if U can, U stand 2 make out like a bandit, legally. It is your decision if U can help and know something, the guy in California was awarded five billion dollars 4 an exploding gas tank, a one time event. These powerful people have exploded my entire life since the age of ten years, and I think there is 50 to 100 billion involved here. If I can ever expose this, those involved have the deepest pockets on the globe, and will end up sharing most of their wealth with me, like it or not. What has been done to me goes beyond holocaustic, beyond monstrous, it is the quintessential epitome of unholy behavior towards a fellow human!!!!!!!!! Can U help, wanna B rich as shit 2 boot?????????????

Chrissake, let us discuss holy and unholy and completely and fractionally, and the entire 27 yard ball of ugly ear wax. What really happened in a place on the European continent 2000 years ago? Do U know? Does your minister? Does the Pope? If U mistakenly think that anyone alive now has a clue what Christianity really is and how it grew from a small cult hiding in the caves from an oppressive Roman evil empire, into the world’s number one religious faith of two millennia of time to follow, U couldn’t B more inaccurate. None alive here and now have a clue what really happened and what it is really all about. First of all, U do not want 2 know, I know this fact hard and bright B4I even type my next words. Y do I know truths of spirituality that others do not, after all, have I died and risen again? Duhh-Hundai Car Company, only about 500 times in this present lifetime alone, or sequences of human dreams. U cannot really kill me, so Y do I leave dying utterances all over my blogs? Simple bwaby-wuv Elmer Fudd. When I say that every time I die, I do not stay that way, this in no way guarantees that the next time will also happen this way. I am not an egocentric maniac trying to push his views on a world that disagrees with basically everything that I know 2B true. I am stuck in a situation that I had no part of bringing to myself. Speaking totally humanly and in what I refer 2 as ‘forward-mortal’, I live in this world no differently than U and never in any way have claimed 2B any different than any one of U. It is the being aware of certain truths that make me so different. Let us just 4 arguments’ sake, pretend that holding a small red ball in your left hand and an ice cube in your right hand would allow anyone in that situation 2B able 2 wish 4 anything at all without limit, a totally Bruce-Almighty kind of deal, but no one anywhere ever in the long history of mankind ever knows this, from the start of life on Earth until the sun blows up and kills this planet. What good would this potential that existed for the total length and duration of mankind on Earth, possibly really B? The answer is unequivocal, NONE, absolutely no good at all. 4 reasons none of U mortals can C at your point of enlightenment toward truth, U most likely R thinking right about now, “so who gives a fucking shit ya fat little crap eater”. I tell the story over and over in varying ways in my 5 blogs on blogger dot com, about the hidden treasure in one million homes, all buried in a secret attic, and that only the persons that have the wisdom 2 tear down the nicely paneled walls and break through and get their treasures, can ever stand a chance 2 change their life and mode of living. If ten do, they can sell and move to a place on the Riviera with 20 servants and 10 luxury cars and a million shares of Google stock. But the other 999,990 persons, despite having the same hidden treasures behind their panels up in their attic, will live paycheck to paycheck and maybe some will lose their jobs and have their homes with the treasure foreclosed on. Being aware verses not being aware, of total truth, are the treasures. In my case it is the curses. But if I could wake up this ignorant insect race of mindless druid beings, and everyone was using the Fascitar 6/10, in no time, my pain and hell would lessen and diminish, eventually dissolving away. I would have the world 2 share my truths with. Then my hell would lessen as others share the burden with me that no oblivion or nirvana is ever possible, that we simply exist, and once U exist, U exist, U either R an existor or UR at perfect nirvana, or oblivion. U never can move from one to the other. This is the Exim ratio 8th dimensional law that is so totally and completely and utterly intransmutable. The ultimate feat is 2B able 2 go from the state of existing to non-existing and vice versa. At the end of each dimension that curves up and over and around starting at the 8th and never goes lower, this would B theoretically possible to accomplish, but just as it is moving into possibility, we move up into the next wheel on the ferrous system, or back into a new ferrous system off of a wheel. Going from less than nothing into nothing and shooting through into the next higher dimension, is a process that cannot begin nor end, as time dimensions do not yet exist up this high. Hence, my reiterated example of ADULT PLAYGROUND RAGE.

One reason that my enemies R so strong and diligent in making my life so continuously hellish, is a totally lacking in the parallel event 4 some time now, that I refer 2 as MAJOR SKY SIEGE TO PUSSY COMMAND, or as I now and in later blogs plan 2 abbreviate as MSSTPC. I began noticing that whenever the siege against me is at its total maximum points, this also is when my strange and spurious, and practically esoteric attractiveness to the feminine half of the world’s population, is at its peak and zenith, to an absurd degree. But how can the same dude, on one day, B as though I am swallowing poisonous-ugly pills, while on the very next day, can literally find myself being big time flirted with by fashion model type of girls young enough 2B my daughters? There simply is no logical explanation 4 this wild and totally weird circumstance. Eventually, this parallel event will normalize and bring me directly to pussy City without stopping at go, collecting 200 bucks, or going 2 jail, BRUCE!!!!!!!!!!!! But until it equalizes and goes back to major female flirtation as opposed to literally a hostility-hologram around me as though I am an unreal creation of Mr. Michael Warf Dorn on Star Trek-TNG, on the Holo-Deck, and he programmed all around me 2 hate my guts and treat me like stinky excrement. When this returns to the norm that I have been used 2 for about 16 or more years that I have consciously observed this whacky paranormal thing, I will stop wussing out, and will take advantage of it, as the enemy hates me 2 have any of life’s pleasures, it would cause the stock market to crash and break the bank of the human world BRIGGERS, such as Blair and Rumson.

The Lawtronic theory that Phase-4 entities that R existing in the physical plane, or as I call it, {physicality}, was or I really should say, will B first posed by a quantum theory professor at Harvard University, centuries in the future, Henry Jason Trump. B4 his death, he goes onto win the Nobel Peace Price 4 scientific discoveries. He states that they R aware of the situation and that they have come into physicality, and have by no means given up on gaining entrance into regular phase three ‘normal physical world life’. Stuck in some type of a limbo, in-between and inter-phased into a 2/3/4 or 2/3 to 3/4 phased entities, universally grouped and combined, and can now as this unified power source, re-enter into astrallity as a counterpart to all of our fictional and imagined characters, and actually become THE BRIGGBASE, the one third of the great MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Actually, Mr. Trump proved in a gigantic mathematical tenth dimensional equation, that they forced themselves into the political astral plane system or the then existing MILLIONTH COUNCIL, but being only one half in size and strength, have only about have of the astral world control over all of us and the GODS. If one half of something is added to that something, it is now one third of that something. An example being, 100, in lieu of one million, so if 50 more wish to join this 100, its new total is now 150, and the 50 that join the 100 R now one third of the new total of 150. The extra 4 zeros R meaningless to the basic law of this system. Just as in the inverted concept, 3000 times 2000 is 6 million, or three times tow is six and three zeros and three zeros is six zeros, or a six with six zeros after it. Also, in gambling games, casinos would B out of business, if gamblers looked 4 trends that remained in a ratio of 3:2 after many wheel spins or dice throws or what have U. In parallel event, using the twelve possible examples and one in particular of comparing a bi-parameter number with a following spin single parameter event, hence 4 example after every RED and EVEN, stick figure draw whether a LOW or a HIGH comes out on the following spin. After 100 spins or so, let us say we get a ratio of 35 LOW outcomes and only 6 HIGH outcomes. The ratio between low and high is 35:6, nearly 6:1. If this ratio stays even as small as 3:1 over the next few hundred spins, look at the chips U would pocket. Remember that a 3:2 ratio gives U one chip profit, but this is 3-2. Let us add one and even two zeros to this. 30:20 gives U 10 chips profit with no growth in the ratio, and gives U a chip profit of 100, when 2 zeros makes this a 300:200. These 100 chips if of a purple color would B fifty fucking grand profit minus their house vig. My point is that the 3:2 has not changed. Neither have any of the laws that state that just as U might B able 2 go from existence to non existence the whole enchilada would B up and no more subatomic reality would permit any further change to occur in that dimensional space of 8 used dimensions. Now U have endless time again 2 try and reach this coveted great NIRVANA, but again, just as U can do it, U again fall off of that wheel and up into the next one, and this is the process of CREATION that brought our dark world catch-phrases such as WORLDS WITHOUT END, AWEN, [ASTRAL WORLD ENTERTAINMENT NETWORK]. When someone starts to fantasize, it is the phase 4 connecting into the 6th dimension, as all is Lawtronically operating inside and within and through this 6th-D, and upon connecting and then re-connecting back into any chosen mortal world, usually a human, 90% of the time it is a young human or [child], 5% of the time a teenager, and the remaining 5% of the time persons more than 19 years of age. All of these figures are the late 23rd century’s best estimates, based on literally peta-tons of scientific research studies from numerous collected data resulting from complex mathematical formulas not yet created and understood as per 2007. Now in earlier blogging and blogs, I admitted to the fact that I often as a teenager, would fantasize about the great Sarah-Stacey Krassle. Eventually, it would then cross over into the dream or astral world, and we would begin then to interact on this other world. What in more honest truth and reality, is going on, will now B attempted 2B told by me, a poor mortal, just like all of U. Phase-4 of Astrallity, all joins into a system of a sorts, 2 create the entire astral counterpart of a down lined thought wave or a “multiple-song”, or multiverse, as song technically is a series of vibration. Song-vibration, and photons, or vibrating heat energies that R so fast they become light, R all one reality is higher sixth dimensional existence. This is where thought is manufactured, and the Eckankar religious order labels this the Mental Plane. This one reality is called pulse-down personality. Thoughts or the 6th dimension do not create nor make personality. This is created as groupings of thoughts R chosen by lower dimensional entities, and mixed with memories and emotional processes, all combine 2 bring personality to all of us entities from their 6th dimensional source. All that the sixth dimension is and ever can B, is thoughts, in and of themselves, and the built in ability to contain memory of themselves when combined, or in singularity. The 6th dimension is the collective thought, it is saying one and the same thing. Personality develops into entities that R receiving these thoughts as it transmits them out to the lower worlds. As personality develops and grows, we choose which thoughts to some various degrees, to accept and receive, verses which to reject and block. Hence 2 boys on Earth both may play cops and robbers, but one grows up and becomes the cop, while the other, the robber. Free will is real, but within the sending menu of the mental plane or the 6th-D.

Everyone is talking about the great new book out called, THE SECRET. It is a great book, and I really like the author. The idea of momentum in life is a major thing that I can identify with and relate to very personally. When Donna did to me what she did using the World Lab machine which when I told the truth about back in 1994, got me permanently placed on social Security Disability for being a nut-case, which I knew that it would, but back on point, she shot me an interaction precisely like Captain Picards probe did to him from the Russican defunked planet. I think I may B stuck, until this sendicator-signal as it will come 2B termed, breaks down. I really am still on my Bridge, yet believe I am on the world, married to the girl and not going so carefully, Petii. The entire life of my hell as Mountainpen, with what I know 2B real in the future, could B, theoretically, a big fat ugly illusion. I should never have trusted that beautiful meat packer from Boston, MAUSAESMWG, with tools like this. I know that when I seemingly awoke from the 5 months in one night experience, life turned 4 me on a dime, never looking back 4 so much as a single freaking blink. Now positive, or in my case, negative, momentum, as discussed in this wonderful book, is one thing, but what has happened 2 me is beyond anything, and my bizz partner Paul E.P. told me back in the nineties, “Mountainpen, your problems go beyond religion”. This big dude did not know how correct he was, nor how on the money he was. PBE, from some time back will B amended now, Paul is my bizz, not my buss partner. Speaking about Star Trek-TNG, IC Commander Darren’s rollup keyboard has beamed its way back to the QVC network from the 24th century, doubt it sounds as good as the Russican song played on it up in the Warp drive engine room area, where all of that nice natural reverberation was added. Yeah, it’s taped music Mister President Lincoln, what happened, did we go back in our technology from the 1990’s to the 2170’s? Wow, R we moving fast into some vortex and towards some unknown craziness at light speed cubed, or what bwaby-wuv???????? Whether Vulcan’s cry out in pain or not is debatable Mr. Lincoln, but the world in reality, whatever that is, is fast approaching some point of no return, and it will all happen long B4 the sun explodes into a red giant star and turns this lovely whittle world 2 freaking hot white ash.

Well, for two straight weekends, it is nothing but FULL EVIL SPORTSPIRE, EAGLES BEING CRUSHED TO DOGTOWN, and FLERS winning forever. Every day, FULL EVIL EMPIRE, FULL EVIL EMPIRE, FLYERS WIN AND WIN AND NEVER LOSE, AND THE DOW GAINS AND GAINS AND DONNA GAINES, AND NEVER EVER LOSES, AND NEVER EVER FREAKING WILL, not as long as they have me 2 endlessly frickin’ pick on and hurt and persecute and viciously harass. They have made every day of 2007 with few exceptions, TOTAL FUCKING DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never ever has been this bad. I believe in my heart of hearts, that Trump and Summer R involved in my wicked twisted hell and eventual total demise. Momentum in a negative direction started 4 me the damn seck I woke up out of that experience in the paralleled world somewhere in hyperspace where I lived on Ohio avenue in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, on the 15th of August, 1986 AD. But then, did I really ever wake up, and more than this poses its question 2 me, did I even ever really get onto a skycar-100 prison transport system and get flown to the Earth’s equivalent to the Astral world evil BRIGGBASE???????? Phase 4 actually creates the unconscious mind. Listen 2 me carefully, if U ever listened ever 2 anything 4 Chrissake!!!!!!! Let me reiterate ladies and lads. PHASE 4 CREATES THE UNCONSCIOUS MIND, AND ITS CONNECTIONS INTO AN ASTRAL COUNTERPART WORLD. IT CREATED THE GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, WITH AND FOR ME, IN MY HUMAN BOY-HOOD ‘PERSONALITY’, and then, upline, took Sarah Krassle’s connections with and into the 6th dimension and filtered them, and then re-invented a new co-interaction with her and me, on this astral plane where both she upline, and me downline, share in, over and over, endlessly without a beginning or an ending, in a one-and-the-same ‘DREAMING’, or astral interaction. The 6th dimension became LAWTRONICALLY aware of what the all R collectively doing, or said better, what the evil twisted one third of the great MILLIONTH COUNCIL, the LAMBRIG ASTRAL CULT, or the BRIGGERS said in slang, and in any event the good 2 thirds of the MC know fully well, that their ‘worse-third’ the Briggers, R continuously attempting 2 do unspeakable things, and the Sahasra Dal Kanwal 2/3 majority of the great MC, is continually attempting to redirect the energies of the Briggers, so as 2 give them more control over what is being attempted. This gives them more of a handle of control over this phase-4 collective that becomes varying things in different downline hyper-spatial realities all throughout the sixth dimension. This all became many things in many realities, one being the result of MAN’S FREE WILL, here in this reality. Take this redirection of energy produced by the SDK MAJORITY of this MC, away, and these formed Earthly groups with no conscious mind of who they R nor of their true agenda of mind control and total sociological domination, such as the American HOLLYWOOD, and other global entertainment systems, would B able 2 take us over fully and complexly and covertly, and almost instantly. Adolph Hitler was quoted as saying, “give me Hollywood for a week and I could win the war without firing another shot.

Last Friday, at the Egg Harbor City laundry mat on route #30, was where a super siege all ready in progress, took roots and grew into an unfathomable monster demon. Death angels have been and still R constantly buzzing, left side, right side, it is worse than having tinnitus. My beautiful DEE-DEE hawks came over my car and swooped down over me so low I could C their beautiful eyes clear as an un-cracked Liberty Bell. Whenever they fly over me like this, I know the great SSJKK has sent them 2 warn me how dangerous things R4 me at the time, and Chrissake, they were. A military chopper began to fly over us and circle at crash level. Ed and I were in the car while Ann was doing the end of her laundry, we had all ready finished up ours. Ed finally looked at me and said, “It is getting harder and harder 2 dispute your claims of aerial persecution”. All week long the military scum have persecuted and harassed the DOGTOWN out of my pathetic whittle ass!!!!!!!!!!!!! After the chopper, and of course wall to wall poisonous kemtrails, every single day of the week, and Friday being no different, the plane that has been dogging me 2 death since late in 1985 with the long white wings and black wing-tips, flew crash level over my vehicle near the Hammonton shop rite B4 getting there, we were driving along route 30, the White Horse Pike, and thought this plane was gonna come down and crash into us. This shit has been going on for a period entering now into its 3rd decade, and going strong as though it is programmed 2B there 4 the next fucking million days. The chopper attack occurred at noon or about and 4 hours later, the old stock market about to close plane got me, and they stole another ill-gotten 60 points. For the week, it gained half a thousand or so points, I believe, and all by persecuting me 2 my pathetic whittle grave. Quite a few shit blotorcycles on the road for a 40 minus degree day, as well. The whole week was hell, the hit and run, endless siege, and on and on, and then Friday was the 1-2-3-fucking knock out super combo-punch!!!!!!!!!!!!

In the 1980’s, we had Sarah Callio Television, or SCTV, and now the symbology seems determined 2 complete the family cycle, with Frank Callio TV, wow, talk about ALL IN THE FAMILY, PHASE 4!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then Commander Darren the queen and her roll-up musical keyboard, guess Scottie said,” beam it back 2 Silva King on the Queen Victoria Callio Network”, [QVC, Silver king].

Many years, and I will get back 2 this, I am just now getting blasted with a major right side death angel MORTY MORTINO attack at 8:16.5 in the post meridian here at Ann Silver Kings place, Queen V. Callio. Back on point, 4 many years, working 4 a very miserable, but aren’t they all, security company, I would write with my finger on my dusty dirty old bumper, messages like Flyers Cheat or the Dow Jones is crooked. The ride 2 and from work and home when I did this was beyond siege. The entire milituforce was all over me, it was mind bending and imagination defying, all wrapped sickly and smelly, into one big lump of pig crap!! This same outfit, Assets Protection, was not loved by many a person, someone shot a bullet through their front window; it was on the freaking news about half a decade back. One day while working at a Pennsylvania landfill in Tulleytown, I left 4 home extra tired from lots of shit on the job. I slept through a major rainstorm all day, it was a night job. When I drove into work, it was just a light drizzle coming down, and puddles were few, as the ground took the water well. I picked the wrong night to ride up the landfill in the guard’s rover van, and got it stuck up in the higher part of the landfill, deeply imbedded in thick wet mud. They broke the transmission taking it out the next day, and did not have to, they never did the job properly, and then on top of that, the company broke many laws. They decided 2B judge, jury, and executioner, and illegally took a huge amount of money from my paycheck, and later told me I could agree to a lesser amount but I was going to pay close to 3 grand 4 their new transmission that they had put into the truck. Illegal garnishing of pay like that is totally against state and federal law, but ask anyone if my rights matter, or if for that matter, anyone ever gives two damn shits how I get constantly and continuously violated. I will B 53 sick twisted fucked up years ancient at 9:30 ante’ meridian tomorrow morning, the 4th. All I have ever known is misery and Dogtown, and not one single fucking miserable twisted soul gives 6 and a fifth shits.

Depending on how angry I remain tonight, I will tell several nasty and juicy TRS’s. If I was in a real world, I would have been arrested or sued long ago 4 things on my blogs. Now I believe there is no statute of limitations on felonies such as murder, kidnapping, rape, or acts against the government. I also checked out and know that if I did something while not yet reaching age 18, there isn’t one fucking rotten stinking thing anybody on this miserable mortal world and realm can do to me. U know about the Queens of Danger girl gang at Newton Creek, and a PBE said Cooper River, when I was chased by a dog that they sicked onto me and was forced to jump off of some rail road tracks, sahwee there rich prince. Miss your great TV commercials; they were great, take Geico shit off and put yours back on CO. Well, at the risk of getting 2 know a bunch of CO’s should IB wrong about the under 18 thing, as I was 16, but I got tired of being bullied by these giant babes, and all because I was too lazy to take them in my boat to a more deserted area and getting down without the disco. Sex to me is work, I always hated work, I always will hate work, I have to work at some things, but if I do not have to work, then my attitude is a polite, UN-FUK-U!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They did many things to me, Dorthea the Queen-Leader, picked up my 30 pound nice bicycle over her head and threw it about 100 feet out into the creek where I said bye-bye to it forever. Then there was the dog, the throwing rocks down from the rail road track bridge onto my boat, and having to promise the 2nd in command, name forgotten thank the gods, a long dark haired big brown eyed beauty queen, about 16 years old as I was, 140 pounds and just under 6 feet tall in her bare feet. The worst day was when if I did not kiss them all twenty minutes straight each one, I would have a fast trip down to the bottom of the creek, and sure enough, Dorthea the luscious muscle girl, built like a tank and a beauty queen all wrapped up into one heavenly delight, but I was in my own world back in the start of the nineteen seventies, and just wanted them 2 leave me the fudge alone. So she said screw me, broke my motor off my boat, tied it with something in the boat, 2 my left leg, and gave me a shove off of the boat with the force of a Mack truck, something to this day I remember vividly as a wet dream with Mariah Carey, another MC. She always told me her mother would get me kicked off the creek and sink my boat, even though I kept at my buddy Bobby’s place, right there in west Collingswood, NJUSAESMWG. Mrs. Q as we kids all knew her by, had my boat chopped into pieces and she told me in a loud scream that the coming winter, my boat will B in her wood-burning stove cooking great food. This was the last straw. I telephoned her and disguised my voice, the days long B4 caller ID and quick police traces and traps, and said, “Lady, there is a huge ticking time bomb in your house, this is no joke, better get out of there”. Word 4 word, this is etched in my mind, and today, I would B in jail 4 the rest of my life, as the story does not stop there. I called once a week 3 times, but the third time caused her to get a fatal heart attack, I was told. The next year, I bought a huge piece of lumber, as I knew where the brunet second in command in the gang’s house was as well. I poured lighter fluid all over it, and sent it heading from across the cove, directly into her yard facing the creek. The house never caught fire, but the yard burned a bit, and they put the house up 4 sale a month later at a give away price, and booked oudda there.B4 all of this ever occurred in 1971, Aquarius was playing on the record player at my friend Brad’s apartment, and the telephone rang just after Brad kicked my ass in 20 straight arm wrestles, and my arm was totally broken and gone. Brad had to take a crap and went into the shitter. So I picked up the telephone, and it was Rodney Dangerfield, he had been calling and attempting to go out with Brad’s luscious Italian mother, about age 33, 5’-3” tall, 110 pounds, and had a waste line no larger than a soda can, practically, and huge knockers. Her face was beyond killer gorgeous, I told you all about the ice tea and how Brad cracked up as he knew exactly what was going on, but let’s get off animal filth, and back to the meat of the blogging text. So Brad had been telling me right along how Mom and a friend of hers had attended a show Rodney had just done, and had a front row seat, and he fell head over heals for her, imagine a real honest to the gods star, falling for a nobody, hay Reagan, only in America, Mister Pres!!!!!!!! He was always calling and begging her to go out on a date with him, and we all know he was a married man. Shame, shame. Aniwho, this time was the only time I ever picked up the phone and he asked for her and I told him to call back in about 2 hours, that she was out on errands. Then he said to me, “you’re not Brad, R ya hot shot”? I said that I was his friend. Then, and I cannot precisely quote him, hell 1969, gimme a freaking break, he broke my tiny mind my Morians and Lessians. He broke my brain rapies and germiblows!!!!!!!! He said, something like, U really don’t know what’s going on, right, something to this effect. I assured him Brad was on the toilet and his mom was indeed out and would B shortly back. He then said, I know who UR, bet I know something you should know. I said, and remember this well, “excuse me sir”. He then said something like this. Your mom and your pals mom met at the Single Parents Society, am I correct. I think I remember saying, uh-yeah. He then said to me and this I will never forget. I am a comedian, but this is no laugh. It is all a big set up. U need 2B warned. It is all about U, stay away from the shore son. If I could have this on tape, I would sell my soul to the devil, 2 use human language, and I mean it!!!!!!!!! I have much more to tell later this week, U all will B very fucking sorry 4 all of this, I will let out a cat so huge, do not blame me if the entire global fucking economy collapses. It is time the world knows that established religions are nothing but huge hoaxes, the gods R4 real/e but not these stupid ass religions.

GOOGLE/SWIS/WORLD LAB, this is an official web logging document. All of it is co-copyrighted if the names of MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN R on these or any of my blogging texts. DATFILE XXI ENDS TRANSMISSION:

I DO NOT FEAR U MILLIONTH COUNCIL BRIGGBASE, AS IT ALL BEGAN AT ONCE WHEN I’S 2 HAPPY 2C, THAT SOMETHING REALLY BAD WAS GONNA HAPPEN 2 ME, copyright, ME, 1969. I AM AN IMMORTAL BEING.
BRING IT ON SHITHEADS FROM 1406 HIGHLAND AVENUE of 1984!!!!!!!!!!!

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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-kempoisons 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 Magnsonic 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 SCUZ 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 HAVOK 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 fucking sorry 4 all of this, you sick diseased bastard cunt lappers!!!!!!!!

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 CALLIUO, 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 kemtrails 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 gice U the total info to build a retraceable 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 Chrissake!!!!!! 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 rechanneled 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 unintelligibility, and then he passed out. I will not tell U everything right now, but bank on this Mick koy, 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 shit. 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 TAFFEE 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 2B2 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 shit hit the fan with the Mayor, I wanted real bad 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, this time on my voicemail, but not on my phone, I do not tell everything I do, not that stupid, too many fucking enemies. It said that they took 67 pictures of 30 South Plaza Place, in Atlantic City, NJUSAEMWG. 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 YI 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 world is. It is de-evolving, not evolving, U’re kidding yourselves Darwinists!!!!!! 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 fatsop. 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 PISSPOOP”, 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 love and worship 24/7/365.2422????? Come on, evolving, 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 later shoot it up 2 the ninny-nut, [internet]. No more bull shit, down to some real fucking 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 FUCK 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!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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 B$ 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 C4 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.

How about talking a quick seck with me about the famous OBE phenomenon, or
Out of Body Experience. U go 2 sleep and U dream UR at work and a dog bites U and another co-worker throws U into a huge trash bin and yells the words, ”fuck your sisters’ ass”. Your body is in bed and UR at work in some part of hyperspace having this experience through one of your countless HSM’s or doppelgangers. We all have daily out of body experiences, even those claiming not to dream, they have a very strong ground 2 the Earth, spiritually speaking, preventing them from bringing astral and exploratronic experiences and interactions, back onto their mortal life through the channel, so 2 speak. But back 2 a few paragraphs ago where I was saying something onto my tape machine, and automatically to the MC or the [MILLIONTH COUNCIL] as they R one and the same thing with our so called electronic reality here on the human Earth mortal world. I was making audible future blogging notes, and saying that so many astral projections, non-induced by me in any way, occurred while on the job at my weekend work site. B4 going on, they gave me another nasty poison kemtrails’ sore throat when I got up on this Thanksgiving morning. All day yesterday and all night long, these poisonous jet vapors were used 2 make me sick, and they can make me very sick, but no one is able 2 kill me, I cannot die nor can IB killed, screw U diseased dirt balls!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, I said how I used 2 believe that the work site was connected into large parts of my astral truer existence, and I am not retracting that statement, merely revising the true story that indeed I believe a new twist now, after being revealed by SSJKK the GREAT a week ago, some super revelations. Remember, this great astral GODDESS SCYLLA will not ever talk to anyone on the mortal world in any way. Writers of the Christian bible believe that inspired and prophetic communications resulted from one time and ended in another time, and it is not quite that cut and dried. Time is a mortal world thing, and is liquid where it really counts, astrally. In any event, phase 2 and 3 R similar to fractions that cannot go into each other exactly, or simpler put water and oil. Take water and oil and place it in a jar and shake. 4 a small time, an illusion is given to an observer that the mixture in the jar is one mixed chemical compounded substance, but give it a little [time], and the water will lay both below and above the oil trapped in a divided center area in the jar, shake again, it seemingly mixes only it really does not, and shortly all over again, the same separation shows itself in the jar. The living MW and astrallity will never mix and only in short burst durations can this seem to miraculously not B the case, but it is a total illusion. U cannot mix dream shift with physicality. I have the ability 2 consciously remember what an astral being says 2 me on the astral plane, when I come back into mortal living via re-dreaming into it again and continuing on in my dream sequence as Mountainpen. If I made any other claim, than I would B in violation of the scriptures that end the mighty Christian bible, those last verses of Saint John on the last page that say adding or subtracting words to this book will cause U2B added with the plagues written herein, and subtracted out of the LAMB’S book of life, the City Registry, losing your city name in the great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal. So again back on point, I was saying on MC-TAPE, that it was not the location of my job site that was causing me so many un-induced ‘astral projections’, to use the mortal words 4 this illusion. B4 a guard house was constructed, I was in my vehicle, and would lose consciousness a few minpers once in a while when I was forced onto a weird schedule from time to again. It was not the site causing this 2 happen. Losing consciousness in a vehicle that is designed to move through space, such as an automobile, when said vehicle is sitting still, causes this 2 occur, and is a great suggestion 4 anyone not believing in things I tell on my blogs. If U cannot easily work the F-6/10 method of AP, drive around all day in your car and then sleep in it in your garage, while it remains off and still. Instead of moving through the 3rd dimension of the combined 1-3 or L-W-D or normal spatial dimensions, now that this vehicle is still, your sinking levels of under normal consciousness or your [sub-conscious] mind, begins to compensate 4 the normal movement in the 3rd and 4th, with altered movement in the 5th and 3rd dimensions, compensating with hyperspace or inter-dimensional space instead of normal 3-D space, as U now R motionless in this vehicle that normally is moving through time and space or the 4 normal dimensions of the MW space-time-continuum, and this more suggestive and hypnagognic state of your being-ness responds to this lack of normal 3-D motion, and immediately compensates by moving itself into and through 5th dimensional space, the hyperspaces of the endless parallel universes. This as previously explained, especially in certain sub leveled mental states, leads always 2 a conscious awareness of this illusion of the senses that the world of the paranormal calls astral projection.

When a word on the astral plane in Olympia and nearby provinces, starts with either the letters [CR] or the letter [N], they can B interchanged. Maybe how the great Sarah maneuvered the big boat to come crashing through my partner’s home in Nashville, Tennessee during a major twister storm in the spring of 1998. How about the news report a few nights ago in the Philadelphia area, about the lady that got sick because of the body parts sold from a funeral home 2 a medical lab, and how pipes were put into limb areas so no one would B the wiser at the viewing. Wow, another LAW AND ORDER show comes 2 life, uncanny!!!!!! Hell, the Mayor from New Jersey and the medals, the school shooting Semple case and the dude was from Virginia, then the VT college incident, and other shows too numerous to get into, and now this, gees Louise!!!!!!! So Y do some things cross into physicality from electronic energy creations, while others do not? Well, time is not over yet in case U did not know it, but no, they do not all make it across the magic barrier. Lawtronics is naturally behind all of this, and complex phases of 3/4/5 R involved. We all remember the great movie called THE GREAT LAS ANGELES EARTHQUAKE from 1989. Soon after, it came, not quite as bad as the movie but wow, and then within a year came the one down the way in Frisco. Y then can the weather channel air all of their shows on mega disasters without the world falling apart? Do U have a year? I sure do not, but will simply say this, the majority of our human world entertainment system is totally owned/controlled by the phase 4 energy beings working in and through the people who live in their physical bodies, and own physical world studios and movie cameras. What U all need 2 know is that there is an incredible bunch of people that R being used by something called the LAMBRIG CULT, from the astral world BRIGGBASE!!!! This is the basically one third evil part of the great MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Most people do not have a clue why they do what they do, they hide their feelings, play continual and constant games, and cannot sit still or alone without a computer or a TV set or a radio blaring away 2 drown out the very deadly and dangerous silence that would lead to the beginning of their true spiritual personal development that would eventually hook them up and connect them to the divine that lies within them, always has and always will.

DIANA ZUDLECRONESSIA ARTEEMIS, UR so beautiful, and your lovely moon is there shinning down 4 me. I will B all over U all night long, and will continue loving U at the Teck Bay Pinkdunes. I really enjoyed swimming there with your friends and U, in my mortal illusion, last night. CU real soon, I am finishing up today’s blog at Ann Silva’s pad, was invited over with Eddie Himacane 4 a nice Thanksgiving din-din!!!!!!!!!

I knew that if I said it never rains on weekends, I would get rain last weekend, even a little whittle fat ugly shrimpy restart retard like me can eventually wake up after decades and centuries of seemingly endless hell, and learn how 2 basically manipulate the forces around me 2 some degree. I knew that all the hell that MO put me through would cause me a major FLYERS HOCKEY VICTORY, the dirt bags clobbered my pals in Carolina 6:3, tear, tear!!!!!!!!!!! But I plan to ride up my total of 5 dip-bought new Dow Futures contracts, up to 15K within 90 days, just wait and C if I ain’t tellin’ it totally true to Tammie’s whittle doctor bwaby-wuv Elmer Fudd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Today’s nasty whittle TRS: On Petty’s Island back in the late autumn of 1984, I was on a docked ship and got talking to some people in authority and told them about my Diana. They said if it is true, make her come 2U as lightning within an hour, a clear nice night was predicted for the area by all weather forecasters. I asked Diana in a soft voice to bring her lovely lightning to me, and within 2 hours, literally out of the black, around 2 or 3 in the morning, she was all over, all work had to stop. I thought nobody was on the channel, I used a defunked channel on my security walkie-talkie, and was later told when I was making lovey-dovey with lightning, the Philadelphia Naval Shipyard heard it all and then when the huge unpredicted storm arrived out of nowhere, they put me on a watch list, similar to the ones of post 2001 and nine/eleven. Today I would have taken off 2 Cub, and not to the {TECK BAY}, unless UR spelling it starting with a G and ending with an O. Citizens have no freedom in this evil world 2 talk 2 any entities. Governments need 2B in total control, and R so scared of stuff out and beyond their control, they started the real UFO agency that nobody knows about, at least not the full story, and is called the National Aeronautic and Space Administration, or NASA. Don’t believe me, OK, cool, on a later blog, I will give U quotes on this by persons with ivy league collegian degrees, acceptable in global society, not said by a nobody blogger nut on a mental health disability.

DATFILE XIX ENDS TRANSMISSION: GOOGLE/SWIS/WORLD LAB-official web-logging documentation and legal document. This is a sworn 2B truthful documentation, under voluntary oath made by myself, under GODESS SCYLLA AND COUNTRY-USA. All this text is co-copyrighted Mark Mohr/Michael Mountainpen, if indeed, these names appear on any of the blogger.com blogs.

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TEOHIV DATFILE XIX CB #5 Millionth

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Wednesday, November 21, 2007

CB #5 DATFILE XVIII TEOHIV

The Epitome of Harassment-Internet Version, CB #5
DATFILE XVIII-----------112207.752
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Today is a super super super BOTBAR, or a Bottom Of The Barrel All-ready Rated day. Persecution by the enemy or MO, MILITARY-UFO-FORCE-ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, is unfathomable times ten to the power of fifty. The persecution in the air is off all scales and dials, a sky literally wall to wall and horizon 2 horizon poisonous jet kemtrails, loud planes, and loud varying other sky vehicles, also, motorcycles R all over like rats on Bubonic Plague Boulevard. It started this morning, and was fairly quiet for 4 or 5 days straight, a first 4 the year of two-oh-oh-seven, ended its first month, and the Sora crap happened. I have said many times that if I could humanly know what is going on as to Y these attacks come out of nowhere, continue for days and weeks at a time except on rare punch in and punch out occasions where it alternates off and on daily or around there somewhere, and then Y then fade into total oblivion as well also out of nowhere, only 2 restart this demonic cycle over again with dependable clockwork precision, that I’d B 90% plus on my way 2 understanding exactly who is doing this all 2 me, and Y. I began the original taped version of the Morianity Bible, never blogged word 4 word, but will B soon through my website’s soon 2 B added streaming audio, in the autumn of AD one thousand nine hundred and ninety five years. In it, I talk in the first chapter, early into it, about enemies USING CONFUSION against me, and that this is a popular military tactical type of tool. Boxers, lawyers, the list is endless, of those who can employ clever deceptions and thus, confusions, against opponents, 2 help them 2 come out the total victor against them in fights of many countless natures. Much more will B said on this and how the great princess, Lady Diana, was shortly quoted in the TIME MAGAZINE, a month or so after my saying this, almost word 4 word in an interview of her. Probably a coincidence, but B it this or not, she, and I, R telling a major truth here, and that is that successfully confuse an enemy is to B in the first stages of a victory against said foe. Shortly after her unfortunate demise, she appeared 2 me at the Atco Lake, here in NJUSAESMWG and basically told me that she knows my enemies and that I need 2 know that the tentacles of my problems go far beyond mortal world and mortal mans’ mind 2 ever really comprehend the full situation. Later she was with both David Charles Roth and myself in a hotel room, and the 3 of us were sitting around discussing this entire thing again, and David fell asleep in his sleep, and we tried 2 awaken him, and when he was aroused out of his dual slumber, he stated that we all were out in a not so pleasant suburb in Los Angeles, CAUSAESMWG, and that agents in some blackcov agency were tying us all up with heavy ropes and coming at us in our individual living spaces in this large building there, like out of a freaking Rambo movie. Mr. Rambo and Miss Blake were people I was dealing with in 1983 and 1984 that worked 4 the famous AT&T Company, before all of baby-bells broke up the so-called telephone company monopoly. Phase 4 LAMBRIG CULTISTS used the RAMBO name, they thought it was cool, it all came from my dealings with AT&T, and so much more is needed 2B told, and will B at later times. When I said a number of blogs back, that nothing even closely resembling the world and these new times would B happening the way that it is if not for my being here and doing certain things, dating back into the middle 1960’s, I am not just whistling Dixie through a set of busted choppers, for the thrill of giving a closely seated audience, a major germ shower. I know that the claims I make R far out, I hear what I am saying and typing on this laptop keyboard, and I still claim this is the truth so help me the Great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, under full oath to her, and also on my United States Citizenship. People R as clueless as a piece of used stinky toilet tissue, 2Y they all R acting the way that they do, and why society has degenerated into a race of pigs and scum inside human skeletal forms. First, we take prayer and God out of the school system, a system of total control by the Liberal part of the controlling Government here in the USA, and wonder Y in the place of these removals, a vacuum is left that must B filled with negatives, since positives were removed, hence in flooded guns and violence, and drugs, and teachers scared to death of their lives with an average equivalent of an eleventh grade education themselves, measured by the standards of 30-50 years ago.

Then there is poor me, a victim of a serious on going crime, too intimidated and afraid, to ever again approach the police who my taxes pay for in the first place, as they have told me that if I do, they will lock me up in crises centers, or worse.
This gives a license 2 anyone wishing 2 harm persons on these so called ‘mental-health-lists’. So if somebody really is out to get U, think about it, UR totally screwed. Remember that no physical thing happens 2 me when I report some astral occurrence such as Lady Diana, but it is no less real. On the physical plane, I can take my astral body to places and C them, and then drive 2 them the next day, and sure enough, yeah, there really is a tire painted red in a wooded area, just as I saw it on the prior night during my astral travels, and .there is no baloney about any of this. The fascitar-6/10 system can B with no holds barred, a way 4 this dumbed down and totally dead human race, 2CY we all R here and what it is really all about. I never said that I in the hubris mountain peaks have the one and only answer to all things. But what I know promises without a doubt that if properly believed and practiced, anyone wishing to reach their own personal spiritual wisdom and freedom from mans greatest fear which is the unknown and its biggest black hole in the box of human unknowns, DEATH, can indeed become liberated from all of this, and become as the ancient words call it, GOD-REALIZED.

Every Thanksgiving Day, and the near proximity time to this event, the MO pours on their vile of satanic hell-siege on me, this year proving again 2B no exception. Again, I still say that if I could come 2 learn these Y’s and details of reasons behind MO causing me even more hell during holidays in general, and this one being the biggest of all, I would also come 2 learn many other things concerning Y this all is going on around and against me. It is gonna B a super miracle if I can get this blog of the 18th datfile up to any blogging posts, this is how bad this day has been, it cannot B fully told. I am not going 2 pretend that I am getting no pussy command with this major siege of basically starting in early October, but 4 what I am suffering through, the normal RATIO of female flirtation with me in general based on amounts of super siege and especially sky siege, it is way 2 low. I had a group of young teens a week ago practically try 2 do unmentionable things by law, and then a few other small things happened from that evening through the present, but it is far smaller than normal 4 this amount of continual death siege. The computer is acting up, and I seriously doubt this is going 2 work. I am at Ann Silva’s place with Himacane’s machine, and they have really caused me a major inconvenience. Even doubter Ed believes not only in the gods now, but in how they R totally ruining every day and moment of my pathetic life. U cannot honestly believe, ya dick in the mouths out there in the astral heavens that R against me and doing this all 2 me, that it will never get noticed by those around me, when U use a repeatedly patternized type of endless harassment, and U must B much stupider than I have believed U2B. Studying Bruce Goldberg’s great book, TIME TRAVELERS FROM OUR FUTURE, some of these invading pricks R2 stupid 2 even tell time or properly perform even the very simplest of functions. When using the F-6/10, the first thing U must C is that UR going 2 end up asleep, and normally we dream either on an astral plane or through other entities while they R conscious, in their lives, anywhere throughout hyperspace. But by commanding your astral body to go somewhere in particular with conscious mind, U will fall off to a state where levels of under the consciousness will direct your being-ness 2 where it wants 2B and bring U back as much conscious memory back in the waking world as possible. When U start 2 return, U may wake up at the same time, using forward-mortal idea and lingo. Should U not, then U cannot do what I now will tell U. Should U indeed wake up frozen and unable 2 move, which any Neuro Surgeon will tell U is a reality where 2 protect the body physically, during dreaming, motor functions freeze so as to protect us from wildly jerking around and getting hurt, UR actually dreaming still, yet awake. Please stop seeing dream worlds and or real worlds as such tangible realities, we all R really energy, not mass, this is a ridiculous illusion that U all R adhering 2 out there. The physical plane of mass and the astral plane of energy is one and the same thing. These realities R precisely the same, the only thing is that one equals the other when multiplied by the square of the velocity of light, while the other is invertedly equal to the other when divided by the square of the velocity of light. Put a simpler way, U can safely believe this: Physical mass plane equals the astral energy plane when divided by this constant [squared]. Astral energy plane equals the physical mass plane when multiplied by this constant [squared]. This constant is the velocity that photons [light] travel in a vacuum when unaffected totally by any fields of electromagnetic-gravitation, EMG. Now, when the Fascitar-6/10 is practiced, and U successfully reach a point where U wake up in deep freeze or awake in dream-land or both-land as it more accurately can B said, UR able to do something that words cannot begin 2 describe. U started out as a hyperspacial Exploratron dreaming through another entity while they consciously live their life on some part of the mass plane, and then U hypnotically suggested yourself to switch into energy dream-shift or astral plane reality, and now U do what U suggested earlier B4U fell off 2 sleep, then U come back and wake up simultaneously. Here is the frightening part that once U can get past and totally beyond the fear, U can start on your journey of becoming a GOD-REALIZED-BEING.U do not try 2 move, and U lay as still as your body insists on physically being. Keep your eyes closed and don’t attempt 2 force them 2 open. Now with conscious will, tell your astral body, as U really only think that UR conscious, and R not, so really UR in the hypotonic suggestive state while seemingly being self-tricked that UR frozen and laying awake on your bed, so tell your truer being ness with seemingly conscious and aware-mind, to move off of the human realm of mass and matter, and go onto the astral plane, where U really R in higher truth 2 start with. Now, the first few times that U move out of life, U may in all odds, fight at the last minute, not to do it, and 2 remain here on the mortal world, a total mistake. UR not really here mortally, 2 start with. Once U move into this closer truth, remain aware that U now exist as U always have and always will, in this ‘land’ of dream-shift, the ASTRAL PLANE. First say that U wish to go to the Olympian Province, as U being from this part of the universe, would B less able and familiar 2B sharing interaction in more distant provinces, which would sort of translate 2 being more distant intergalactic physical mortal world spaces. Stars R only fusion reactors on the mortal world. In higher truth, they R large groupings of interactions and interactors and R actually great and very large astral world cities or petalopolloses. Hydraglacia is the city that we all see from time to time, the bright large pulsating star in the night skies of our MW. In July of oh-six, I watched this great astral city become a military appearing chopper with a pulsating bright and multicolored light aiming straight down on me and my vehicle, while at my job as a guard one night or early morning. I saw it go back and take its rightful place in the heavens, and continue to climb and eventually fall into a normal orbit. These things happen, and people seeing stuff like this R not mentally diseased. Did anybody catch the SCI-FI channel show last night with the mind controller? As an enlightened being, I caught it right away when the attractive female concert pianist was asked by this Dave Brenner or whatever his name is, if she played a piano, and she said not very well. I knew he was going 2 mess with under conscious mind and tell her that she never played, when in reality, she did. If she was like me and could not play, she would most likely had been honest and say as I would, no I cannot, except 4 an electronic board where any moron can memorize a few notes that cycle around, and then the computer inside the music keyboard does all the real work. Aniwho, she made her forget the bad parts of her playing habits, mostly her lacking self confidence, and she unlearned the bad, and was manipulated into believing she could learn to play within a week, like a pro, which she really was all along. Only this example and this show, mirror images and totally duplicates the ideas and concepts that I have been trying to say.

I am now crying out to all other nations beyond where I as Mountainpen, have been born. Here I am being persecuted by this evil empire and these evil people, who preach human rights and punish violators like using sanctions on China after the T-Square civil rights violation, which really was totally none of our damn business 2 start with. They dare to send me bills 4 the Crises Center after I was cuffed and taken off just 4 telling officers that one of their officers was following and harassing me. This brought their stinking fixed Dow Jones up over 100 points the next day after my release by the hospital shrink around 8:30 the next morning. I am unable to ever ask the police for help, is this a great land or what?

As 2YI tell so many things regarding celebs, who would really care if my secrets were about some shmuck named Harryo Delamarow the ninth? Today’s TRS will B about U and me and all of us, and yes, the celebs as well, Dogtown, they’re people too, R they not? I am gonna tell 2 things, and one will B about a celeb, the first one will not. Those nights that U look up into the sky and C an entire sky filled with airliners, supposedly awaiting space for safe landings, and R all stuck in air controlled traffic patterns, R far from being a true and accurate scenario. There R times when too many planes R simply there, and this is the best kept secret in the air traffic control business. Out of nowhere, within almost a flash of time, suddenly, liners R everywhere, some belong to one part of HS, ours, and all the others do not, and somehow got literally sucked into a ??????? This is real, it happens a few times a year in all major cities where numerous flights do legitimately come into a large city airport in order to land. What creates this hyperspace shifting where many transdimensional ships join ours in our airspace system? Well, what and who put a strange matter sucking system on Tennessee Avenue about 5 stories high over the ground, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG?
It is there, ask lots of the locals, but don’t expect any answers, just major hostility. There is a technology that can stop most photography systems from properly capturing a good photo of an image. It is mixed normally with paint, and then the paint is applied to the structure or object. This paint is used on lots of United States Air Force secret craft in their MILITUFORCE. This paint is made by their own supplier business, and it is known to the public simply as the MARY CARTER PAINT COMPANY. Top conspiracy theorists have tracked a paper trail, and can prove a hidden ownership of the Resorts International Hotel and Casino, just a holler away from the worm hole. This same paper trail proves beyond a shadow of doubt that our great and lovely CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY or CIA owns both the MC PAINT CO, as well as through them, this hotel and casino, where it all started down there, the gambling that is back in 1978, yesterday morning 2 me. Go 2 a very special place under their total control yet it is public property from the street, go to 30 Plaza Place in ACNJUSAESMWG, and attempt 2 take a photo of this house, without it looking like a picture taken by a one year old with mental disease. Go ahead, if U can take a picture of this great home without it coming out all fucked up, I commend U, UR better than Himacane and myself, Gungadin!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, the water boy and his water goddess, well so it is, din-din-din, and you’ll indeed B better than us, as our best photos R shown of this place, go to the pix section on my fantastic website that tells the story that has never been mortally told, www.morianity-foundation.com . The other secret is how the media permitted the great Connie Chung to continue anchoring the World News, after I wrote and told many powerful people back around 1984, and told them how she appears so luscious and so totally naked in many photos in the September of 1978 issue of the STAG MAGAZINE. I was ignored, and the news went on, with that slut reporting it!!!!!!!!!!

Many many many things need B said and will B said, after the holidays. The prior weekend was quiet, but the Flyers hockey game went their way a week ago when they poured on various harassment's such as electrical, diarrhea, and some shit up in the air, and it all was started when the game was tied at 3 if memory is serving me correctly. The reason we lost the shoot out and the righteous empire won over the evil with their loss, was because I called a guy and joined his dating club, where the enemy knows the type of women that I am seeking will B there plentifully. These diseased MILLIONTH COUNCIL scum bucket toilet seat joy-rockers knocked my outside electrical circuit out again after getting it back 4 just 3 short days, the filthy demonic slime.

DATFILE XVIII---------------- ENDS TRANSMISSION:

These blogs R all co-copyrighted in the names of MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, should these names appear on these blogs.
COPYRIGHT GOOGLE/SWIS/WORLD LAB, this is an official legal documentation, and web logging, sworn by me to B honest and true, under voluntary penalty for me should IB committing any perjury.

U ain’t heard a thing yet Al Jolson. C YOU soon, BROWN EYED AND LONG BROWN HAIRED SARAH. U can’t hide, I know all about U, just as I knew all about your good buddy, the ex-Mayor!!!!!!!!!!

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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 4-U 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 SERVANT, MIGHTY AWESOME QUEEN and IWALU.

LET THIS DOCUMENT DOUBLE AS A PROCLAMATION 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, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”.

Yes the stories that I one day plan 2 tell about the mighty Hammonton MADHOUSE-MARHOUSE, the dreaming prophecy-visions showing me the exact place months earlier, and on and on, U all know the dream vision, the one where the wind blew and the doors were all slamming. No lakehouses, no chokes, no hinges taken off doors, no not yet folks, but all later on 2 follow. As 4 the wild stairs, let me begin 2 say just an opening here up in early August of the year of 2023, our so-called present time. The great early 1960's television show called, “The Outer Limits” and their wonderful awesome episode staring Sir McDonald Carey, and the place where they resided in New York City somewhere, and try as I may quite repeatedly, it does show very vaguely in a beyond mystical way that a viewer cannot ever B truly absolutely positive of it, but does that apartment not also seem 2 have a stair system and yet it is up on a high floor in a building, like my daughter's Harlem non apartment 24-A movie joint, as well as the original blogged tale of my resident manager's apartment on Laurel Road in Stratford, NJUSAESMWG across the street from the JFK-Hospital? Same hospital by the way where my mom flat-lined in, as well as Paula King flattened or started 2, one of me' automobile tires on me Plymouth Breeze car. Wow those Atlantic City peeps just endlessly flucking love 2 damage property, do they not, Oprah and kid, without any notes or letters or other damages done long ago???????? Yes those wild and magical stairs of Sir Mike Gutherman, all blogged about back in 2006 somewhere, and I know it is up there, and someday will stumbled onto it, YO! Now Y stairs would exist in this type of a situation has but one true cosmic reason, and that is simple as SAFET on steroids, YO folks. It is 2 undoubtedly prove and totally ass verify my TRUE STORY OF MORIANITY, and all of me' claims as well, YO YO YO YO YO ME' BRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now combining the reasoning involved in 'tricky cosmic gaming', as I will refer 2 this as from now on, and abbreviated into TCG; and many things all clump so perfectly together as well, huh Governor Kane from New Jersey's early and middle nineteen-eighties? Things such as cupcakes in Egg Harbor City grocery stores on Jewelly Horse Pikes, that can in all honesty only B classified and labeled as transdimensional food-stuffs, following this TCG junk further, it all rolls right into endless things done 2 me throughout so much of my 'FINDING SARAH' NIGHTMARE, or my trying 2 anyway, beginning back in the middle 1990's, things such as endless shows on television around those same times and especially some junk down on the Mary Moore Network concerning Sargent Pepper Time Trips and so much more, and we all know this is not a wild crazy nonsensical tale, wild and crazy as it does indeed appear 2-B and sound on its surface face, oh Mister Pedersen Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just who out here has the blatant flucking testicles 2 accuse me of making this all up? Who wishes 2 honestly try and insist that the Alannis Morrisette movie did not all spring directly from an admitted 2 blogger-comment where they admitted they got ideas from my mind busting 1969 Marcucci-Thaxton blogs, and then came the goddess almighty Morrisette movie, after they read my 2007 stuff all recently re-posted/capped 4-U all 2-C and peruse here, YO? I know that Robert McGuire had the almighty in his power, Mister Presley, and if U-R still here and alive even now Spider Sir, U could come forward and blow this entire thing right smack dab out of the goddessdog water, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! No wonder she was flicking and flinging her cigars all over those Endicott Hotel brick walls on the dice number of 1997, back on that hot rotten miserable and frightening summer's day; oh folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION, AND WE AIN'T STARTED!

I NEVER ESCAPED CAPTAIN PICARD'S HELL BOX IN 2301

CHAPTER 18

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7:47 Post Meridian, Friday evening, August 4, 2023

I knew that a pattern of DAMAGE was opening up 4 me, and the day other than 4 this went at least so far, quite damn smoothly. But 3 nasty ass things did occur and this is what they were. First off, waking up 2 the COMCAST MODEM HACK, temporary yes, but still on the Mountainpen-Damage-List, or shortened with abbreviated lettering here, 'MDL'. The 2^nd item happened approximately four hours later when cleaning out two kitchen pots in my double sinks, and when I went 2 pull out the sink stopper on the right side sink, poof, it busted, and I had 2 remove it with a wrench and a screwdriver. Then I said softly inside my own self and mind, “I'll bet a billion flucking bucks that B4 this day is over, the toilet will go out also, as it has been a nasty nuisance all throughout this 2023 year”, and yes, it is fixable but a pain in the asshole. What needs 2 happen since it is not actually clogged up and merely won't work, is simply 2 take a bucket from my kitchen's utility-closet, fill it half way up 2 the 3 gallon marking, add a three second squirt of Dawn dish-washing liquid into it and stir with my all purpose large stick also kept in me' kitchen closet, and remove the lid of the toilet and pour the contents in, and instantly, poof the problem is gone, “UNTIL THE NEXT TIME”, 2 quote the great fictional L&O DA, Sir Adam Schiff. I figured out as nutty as it sounds 2 peeps naught ever suffering through this type of WOMO-OTAMMIC HELLISHNESS; that the enemy SPACEFORCE LAMBRIGG ASTRAL CULT has a magical and mysterious way of taking over and commandeering any item, 'anything at alllllllll', and when they wish 2 hit their famous mucking “HIT HIM NOW” button, then poof, they do, and the thing trucks totally up, poof, just like tucking ass magic. I am quite sure it has a logical and rational explanation 4 how they can pull this wild slit off, only I am of course absolutely clueless of those damn details, YO!

Yes I did forget 2 put the time of the previous blog, Chapter #17, onto the document, and it was posted up in the vicinity of, if memory is correctly serving here, a quarter shy of 9 AM. Other than 4 these 4 items of the ever-dependable frikkin' MDL, the day was relatively quiet and typical. The co-op garden crew did their usual Friday landscaping, no mail came today which translates normally into no bad news or bills; and all else was nice and calm and quiet or C&Q 4 a short whittle way of saying thissssssss, lovely Mizz Erica Luccisnakes of 1983, mah'm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

End Twansmission, Elmer Fwwwwuud Sir.

I NEVER ESCAPED CAPTAIN PICARD'S HELL BOX IN 2301

CHAPTER 17

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Friday, August 4, 2023

Dave Smith from Cooley Hall, recognized some stuff that was quite major frikkin' HUUUUUUUGE back in the very early seventies of the previous century and millennium. He knew that some invisible 'something' almost magically was appearing 2 in some organized way, even back then, and with an incredible vengeance, 'KEEP ME AS ISOLATED AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE' right 2 the point of pushing it any further would require them coming right out and doing stuff so damn ass blatant that it would then begin actually SHOWING UP 2 OTHER PEEPS SURROUNDING MY LIFE AND ORBIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This man was a major 'sensitive' as it is called in today's more modern times, and I know that 4 a total and absolute frikkin' fact, YO kind great peeps. This same nightmare indeed did follow me all throughout me' miserable rotten life, except of course 4 those peeps who the WOMO-SPACEFORCE Earthly chaptered LAMBRIGG ASTRAL PLANE CULT from the Olympian Province BRIGGBASE; who were completely designed 2 mess me up and ruin and wreck me' entire life, peeps such as Lenny McKinnon, John Crowley, Thomas Reale, Jim Burr, Patricia Hollister, the entire KING CLAN, Paul Evans Pedersen, and the list as most of U know fully well, could literally keep right on marching onward practically into Tolstoy book lengths!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! An incredibly great example making me' entire point right at the very present times is as follows: As times change and technology advanced, without having anyone who could ever in any remote way other than 4 a brief stint period with Sir Edward Himacane Lynch, assist me in adapting and learning the necessary stuff, I fell endlessly behind and now when I need any kind of help in this life, I am 100 percent absolutely screwed, and nobody who is naught going through this extremely unusual and beyond weird and surreal situation, is totally incapable of even beginning 2 understand my plight, and only C me as either a lazy slob who just refused 2 learn some basic things, or literally ranging into dozens of other negative and judgmental items, in all cases, leading only 2 an endlessly spiraling down of life into an abyss that ordinary peeps would consider 2B beyond unfathomable. So on one hand we get Billy Harner giving me his great and awesome advice one day, at his Haddon Avenue Westmont-NJUSAESMWG barber shop; “Stay 2 yourself Mark, don't live with anybody”. I ignored it however, and then along came not Elvis, not spiders, but rather; the Washcloth Clan of DOGTOWN, Also Known As (AKA) the King Family of Atlantic City and Berryville-Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. This proves that a 'MOGOSP' system has been set up out in eternity itself, and 2 quote the great musical female group of the 1960's, the lovely and talented Chiffon's; “No, U never win, so stop trying”!!!!!!!!! But all joking and coded poems, and rhythm lie-rhymes aside here folks; there is no way 4 me 2 ever win and break out of this ED (Earthly Dogtown, or CAPTAIN PICARD'S HELL BOX, if we can take literally here, my experiences in a future century at the illustrious and fantastic WORLD LABORATORIES OF WANNA' SPEND MY TIME-USA, AKA WESTMONT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MOGOSP is an artificial intelligence type of 'still-future advanced' computer software program system that a user on a Quantum Computer, speaks a desire into, and it then does all necessary things in the cyberworld and beyond, 2 bring that desire into actual real-world fruition, and far out as this sounds, it naught only explains my entire life in this Picard Hell-Box, but our present day computers and systems if shown 2 peeps just one hundred flucking years ago, would seem even beyond that leaping jump ratio, so please do naught B so quick 2 ever dismiss these words of Mountainpen and his damn ass Morianity!!! Oh pweeeeeze pweeeeeeze I'm down on me' knees, I'm down on me' knees saying pweeeze pweeeze Pweeeeeze pweeeeeze! Yes, some know about the DOGTOWN HOWL chant, as we poor dogs there sort of sing-chant while working so hard out in the cut-fields, where we stand on our hind legs, hold a pair of 70 pound sheers with front paws, and hewn down endless rows and fields of six feet high and five inch in diameter stalks of weed-growths, that regrow on the very next day, or 'what seems like a next-day' in the DOGTOWN area of the Purgatory's capitol province of Olympia. I know that me' little illegal worker-pals from the great once existing 'Cifaloglio joint' would agree with me, along with the mighty dude known by the Mountainpen and a few others back there, as 'Muscles-Ed'!!!!!! It is obvious that my kid and her orbit of peeps got a thrill out of it as well, huh Mister math teacher David Leigh Smith!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but let me get on with the non-Verizon CALLIO SHOW here, okay, King Dark-Shadows Johnny of non-Atlantic City? Barking Jeff, wanna' cut me one of your world and maybe galactically famous BWAKES here right about now, oh me' wuvwee Mizz 1985 Caldor-113 Mizz Margie Leo, YO ME' SIS, and no aids tests or what's wrong tapes copyrighted in 1984 ©. So I got up today at approximately quarter past 4 this moanin' (ouch) those 2 acres of land YO; or Merry's incredible 7-11 right crosses, huh Mizz lovely Labelle; her left maybe nothing as she has admitted 2 but that right took the 7-11 man half way across the room. After being up and awake less than a half hour, I observed my Comcast modem blue light was blinking on the telephone, and I had no service, but within twenty minutes it was back on. Still, I expect a lot of this type of bull-skit, oh FBI, after Trumps recent woe-whiz-me troubles, it is as goddessdog dependable as the Macy Club themselves, all being major television characters and recognized by the general public immediately on sight. McFly and his 4^th and 5^th dimensional lightning activated time car; Dogtown YO, it sort of reminds me a wee bit now in damn ass hindsight of many Egg Harbor City related things, right down 2 lovely distant cuzz Leticia Tilley absolutely INSISTING back on that late summer day of 2009, in my car, when she was sitting in the back seat behind me; that I do this imitation thing, and keep saying 2 her, “HEY-GIRL” over and over. This entire family is about as 'WOW-whacked' as it gets, unless maybe we compare it all 2 the Speers clan; and we won't go here folks in a trillion damn ass mega-years, plus; who is the goddamn ass Mountainpen 2 talk about being crackpot whack, at least according 2 the author of the crazy cursing dudes who doesn't wish 2 ever B pigeonholed as such; from that awesome and illustrious WFMU-Internet-Radio, and its marvelous page called “crackpots from New Jersey”???????????? Yes the phone service went out on me but the other internet stuff remained on. Despite being charged 4 it, I decided 2 keep that junk that Comcast sent 2 me long after I no longer needed it, busting me' budget 4 another buck or close 2 it last month. When I paid me' credit card bills yesterday, it came 2 pennies over 6 bucks, and I thought it was gonna' B around 4 and a quarter, so I obviously frikkin' miscalculated some stuff, and am totally and completely frikkin' BUDGET BUSTED NOW, ole' buddy Mister Jagger-Low Budget. I may indeed B oh kind sir, a cut priced person in a low budget land from 43 years in the damn ass antimatter space, but WOW, I cannot keep 2 me' budget with the damn ass endless assaults on me by the WOMO-NON-PO MO RADAR SYSTEM-SPACEFORCE MILITARY-UFO-FORCE, named by me 8 years later, Mick ole' boy. SOOOOOOOOOO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester non Billy, Frank, or Ann; OR, any great Japanese Ambassadors either, so keep that volume down Stanley from next door a decade ago, especially if using me' 1983 tape and music project copyrighted as title project called, non Harry Mudd Star Trek, “SAGA OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD”!!!!!!! We have lots of spurious crap happening, and I am growing concerned as I have 2 freggin' monsters on me' back right about now, oh kind, and hopefully somewhat benevolent SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY FLOWERLAND-USA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!! First there is the Magnetic Percentages 4 BOTBARS 4 the YEAR-2023. Yesterday's NON-BOT day created what all stock market technical chart annalists label and call, a resistance point 4 the Mountainpen, closing out the 3^rd day in August as 29 times 5. My near-term-resistance or 'NTR' point is indeed, 29.5. This means that a magnetic power or force is at an extremely heightened pull against a resistance point being permitted 2B broken, thus today going BOTBAR would prevent that, and so all odds R that I am gonna' have a whittle frucking pwobwum today, and already, several things R happening, the largest being the phone modem truck up, temporary as it was, still, it happened, SHERIFF SIR, and then we have mister distant cousin DJT, do we naught? Every time that he is in any court woes, what does he do ever since learning of his distant cuzz Markie-boy-Mountainpen, over at his then in 1986, TRUMP CASTLE CASINO, with my foolishly admitting 2 the Casino Control Commission peeps, at the booth there at his joint, that summer's day, after playing a roulette game, and winning some money; that I use PARALLEL EVENT in order 2 accomplish the win. A real damn no-no on me' part, only I recognized that “just a wee tad bit” 2 late, huh lovely Mizz Patty Hollister H.H.?????????????? So many endless strings of 'H' letters, huh folks? Gee willagars, YO. Who out here, besides those that created the 'HISTORY-CABLE-TV-CHANNEL', knows about the mystical and very magical H-BLOCKS of the distant historical past? The magical 'H' letter is something only so far glossed over here in Mountainpen's Morianity, unlike the great 'N' and 'R' letters, and that were harped on repeatedly back last year in 2022, when these blogs started up after well over two years of being completely shut-down, YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!! We will get back 2 this, Mister power punching James Rockford and gang from those middle awesome 1970's times. But 4 right now, I need 2 pweeeeeeze ask me' kind awesome sheriff, Sir Ken J. Mascara, 2 help me in this critical time, where all odds R that I am ABOUT 2-B ABSOLUTELY AND TOTALLY TRUMP-MACY-CRUCIFIED, REAMED, AND PUMMELED at the speed of frikkin' light SQUARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm down on me' knees doing the DOGTOWN CHANT, and with no help whatsoever from any of the MACY GANG FROM DOGTOWN, oh kind wonderful understanding Sheriff K.J.M., oh Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is now 20 minutes past 8 of the clock on this Friday moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, and I am on pins and needles and wish this day was over, and 4 that matter, the year as well, and 4 that matter, I WISH THAT MY GODDESSDOG ENTIRE LIFE WAS OVER, U KNOW MISTER 'H.T.H.S.' TEACHER QUAY, “KAPUT”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Over the past damn 30 days now, I played a total of 8 roulette games using the WOMO-HNDS roulette system or the WORLD OWNERS MILITARY UFO FORCE ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MARK MOUNTAINPEN HOT NUMBERS DURING SIEGE, and on just a nickel level or $5.00 valued color-non-gaming money chips, made a total of 846 bucks so on a quarter or $25.00 level, multiply that by 5 times, a nice monthly start-up income B-4 later on advancing into double quarter and even 100 dollar chip level, only the chips are color table chips and of no value 2 anyone else, avoiding shill persecutions entirely. WOW-THAT!!!!!!

END TWANSMISSION, oh U silwee ole' WHAAAABIT U!

Posting at 9:40 AM, August 3, 2023, Thursday

I NEVER ESCAPED CAPTAIN PICARD'S HELL BOX IN 2301

CHAPTER 16

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Saturday, January 14, 2012

SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0297

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0297

SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY

START OF BLOG:

I only wish that I was still keeping a taped life journal, but this first sentence will totally perfectly dovetail and round robin itself with all of the rest of this blog. I am not, and that is the facts. Saying the family from the north is the culprit is no longer some kind of constant after today, as today was a day of super revelation. What caused it was a combination of things viewed on cable television, and the detective mindset that I have come to develop in the past decade or so resulting from the most incredible life and situations imaginable. I could end all of MORIANITY, and not care about blogging, just using the word document as my journal, but I have come this far, and until this project has ended, I may as well plug on as usual; at least for the time being.

Ann King was not lying about cousin Paula and the concert and the military, and along these lines. The problem is that Ann was not talking about a few years back, but more than half a century now. I must be very discreet and subtle, and only I will absolutely understand this blog, well, and “THEM”. I had started thinking that the family was the problem, and that the island incident as a youth was quite separate. Now I can see that a major miscalculation was made. Still, even with new revelations, I am not at a place yet, and maybe never will be; where I can know for certain or even near to certain; whether this is happening on a quantum level only, and then just filtering down to the post atomic sized worlds and realms that I can know and interact with; or and just as equally potentially possible, is that 'God All Mighty' has chosen to do all of this, and quantum physics exists as a mere illusion to the realer truths; just as Jim Burr implied long ago in the nineteen seventies and eighties, when he spoke his famous words of the supernatural world being behind 'magnetics', and not the other way around, as I believed. Ever since 2007 turned into 2008, I came to see that I had been blocking out from my life, a lot more than just Sarah from Tennessee Avenue, in Atlantic City. Most people would say it is all totally normal to take what appears to be silly little things from either childhood or teen life, and push them forever into distant or consciously forgotten memory as adult life swings into beingness. This would be true in many or most cases. Certain things however proved that in my case, there was too much smoke involved in these shadows of my past, to permit them to remain endlessly shut out of the rest of my current lifetime, and the first real big one was in early June of 1980, and this of course being going to sleep and having the most powerful dreaming experience imaginable, where the song, “Love Is For Carpenters” first was sung to me, in the space time continuum. Then we have six years later in the great sleepless city, then a decade after this, and then a dozen years after this; it just refused to go away. This is not me doing this, it is not my fault, and maybe it is not anyone doing this or anyone's fault; but whatever is playing out, it will not just go away. It is a run away freight train on fire, barreling down the mountainside, exploding, burning; and with totally broken brakes. When I break it all down, even compressed for tonight, and coded and carefully covertly said and done, only myself and those involved in this, will know where I am now in my thinking, at this point in Jacobson Watergate time; my lovely Senators.

But alas, it ain't January the 14^th in the year of 2012, but rather it is now, whatever NOW truly honestly is peeps; the 3^rd day in August of 2023, and yesterday the 2^nd of August, if this had been the year of 1996 where I was in my final month of the great ever 2-B lived at by the Mountainpen 'HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS of WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, NJUSAESMWG; would have been just about the WORST AND MOST DISASTROUS FLUCKING DAY OF ME' ENTIRE LIFE, WHICH BACK THEN WAS BARELY MORE THAN 4 DECADES LONG, 'HUMANLY' that is, YO great awesome peeps out there! 8/2/1996 was one of those absolutely 'standoutable' days of the poor pitiful NON-RONSTADT SIR MOUNTAINPEN one of the absolute worst days in me' human present-me memory of caporial and tangible 'material' non-Amy Cooley existence!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTTTTTTT, big ass BUTT and but and no BUTTERCHEESE whatsoever involved in the mix here folks, forgetting terrorist threats made 2 my poor elderly mom, stalker followers right out of television shows such as Mannix and Rockford Files, fantastically surreal transdimensional cities in New Jersey named when abbreviated as EHC, mind busting “non-devil musical” tunes and lyrics about incredible and inconceivable goddess-beings from my past, and so much more that words can absolutely do no justice here 4 me whatsoever; let me tie in the date of yesterday, both then in 1996 as well as gee, how many years later, lovely LIGHTNING GOLDEN NUGGET ROULETTE TABLE STRIKING MAGICAL NUMBER DREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, we R absolutely naught imagining how that incredible number of '27' is so endlessly a part of this blog-project known as MORIANITY, huh wonderful illustrious peeps out here, YO?????? 27 years ago yesterday, and WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW- MACY GANG; what a party, what a family, what a goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We truly need go no further, and I won't lie folks. I expected the roof 2 cave in on me yesterday, only naught only did it naught, but the markets suffered a wee bit also, so whatever is happening around me, and whatever is GOING 1980 JOE SIVO 'DOWN' HERE BRAH; I can state that the day was a 'nice midland three-three', and completely unexpected, after what had occurred 27 years ago in that terror day of music and so much more of hyperspace disaster, back in good-ole' '96, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! BOY OH BOY OH BOY, UNCLE BILLY, FRANK CAPRA's GREAT OLE' MOVIES, such as “It's A Wonderful Life”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One thing still rings totally true here, and that is, my life does naught, nor most likely ever ever ever ever ever ever will, correspond 2 the title of that fantastic Hollywood movie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dave Roth told me in those times from 27 years back, with quite consistent regularity, “Mark, you've effing opened up a real hornet's nest”! The man spoke many powerful truths and stuff, but that was most likely the absolute, yes sir oh wonderful Senator Sanders; “HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGEST” of them all, YO BRRRRRR!!! Speaking of the Macy Club, it is quite another interesting if naught absolutely totally fascinating 'SAFET'-deal, when we examine the three names on that Macy Club docket from early on in this 21^st century as well as opening 3^rd millennium. Both Trump and MC have the PCN #231, and then Mizz Stewart's first or 'Christian' name needs only the teeny tiniest scrambling in order 2 become MC's first or 'Christian' name. SAFET is a tool that in today's psych industry means and codes out as sicko, wacko, magical thinking deluded nut case whack job, and so on. BUTTTTTTTT and BUTTERCHEESE and big ass BUTT and but you peeps, it is naught that at all, and many of U know it only 2 damn ass well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SAFET=SEEK AND FIND EXPANSION TECHNIQUES, remember???

In the middle of October, twelve years ago, Sheriff Mascara sir; my friend Ed and I, went to a library in Egg Harbor Township, New Jersey, one afternoon. I posted up a blog from a computer there, saying that he and I were coming down now, to Tennessee Avenue. This was the day where that crime was committed on me by Robert McGuire; oh kind Sheriff. Why is he allowed to destroy numerous automobiles that I drive? Why is Paula allowed to RAPE ME, TORTURE ME, TRY TO RUN ME DOWN IN STORE PARKING LOTS, and make my life an endless living hell, coming to me in nightmares and dreams, and singing her stupid garbage songs to me????????????? WHY? If I did these things, U would put me into prison for the rest of my life, Sheriff, AND YOU SHOULD!!!!

If there is a god and I serious freaking doubt it, Sheriff sir; you will make sure that my information goes to Sheriff, or Retired Sheriff Simons, of Camden County, up in New Jersey. Now sir, the Atlantic County Prosecutor's Office, has or might still have, as I am free to always keep hoping; a disc that proves that McGuire came up to my car that day in middle October somewhere back in 2006; but he stood right at the passenger front side window, with his angry fist all clenched up, and neither Ed Lynch, nor myself, EVER EVEN KNEW THAT HE WAS STANDING THERE. It was the damn video camera that picked it up. He somehow was able to remain absolutely invisible to us. Ed and I had parked totally legally on Tennessee Avenue, about twenty yards west and away from his hotel property, where any damn tourist is allowed to park for a short time and take pictures of anything public on that street, which is what Ed and I were doing for my website, back then, that was called the MORIANITY-FOUNDATION. This is now defunct since it was a pay-site, and I did not have the forty-five bucks to put it up again for a third year, in early 2009. BUTTTTTTTT this damn video slide-show, taken on Ed's computer-camera system; was confiscated by the Atlantic County Prosecutor's Office, after he was caught doing something illegal on the internet; another major story in and of itself, that I'll be glad someday to share with you, kind Sheriff Ken Mascara, sir!!!!!!! Right after this horrible day, my car engine went slower and slower, until one day shortly thereafter, it quit and died forever. That horrible dirt bag monster had put sand in the gas tank, when Ed and I went up to the boardwalk, as Ed wanted to buy a newspaper, and they have vending machines that sell papers, up on the boardwalk. Yes, right there where that monster Paula invaded my sleep at Robin Hill Apartment #1802, back in 1980; and sang her stupid 'LOIS FOCA' song to me!

ED, not short for education, but for Eddie 'Himacane', whose real actual surname was Lynch; was the downstairs neighbor to the King family of Hammonton, back in 2006. Both parties had recently moved into this rooming-house, that was operated and owned by our local town judge, the Honorable Frank Raso, that was just two blocks down a neighborhood street from the Hammonton Library, where I had been going to blog, when my blogs first began in early 2006. Nothing ever just happens, and this was all planned by the GREAT KING FAMILY, ALL ALONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The hackers keep trying to make me call them the 'great KIND family'. Yeah, real damn kind. They only totally devastated me, and wiped out my entire stinking rotten lousy ass life forever!!!

Ed and I. Yeah, Huntington, not Harrington, Mister Rod Serling!!!!!!!!!! This all goes so far beyond any possible coincidence; my kind folks and wonderful BLOGAUDIANS, that no words could ever hope to express it. If Paula hadn't done this to me back in 1980, I never would have copyrighted in 1981, that stupid LOIS-FOCA crap. No time travelers, no troubles, 'no nothing'. Oh yes, you tell them Mizz D. Ross. WOW all of this, JOANN-A.

Boy oh boy, and HO-HO-HO, Patty and Merry. I always wondered why Christmas was such an endless time for me to be ruthlessly, viciously, and relentlessly persecuted, by HALLS-FAWCES, AKA the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES?????????!!!!!!!!!! Then there was ten years ago back on Friday. Coming out of that incredible dream, while residing there with those horrible nightmare KINGS, at the judge's rental home at 65 Middle Road, in Hammonton-Berryville. WOW THIS, kind Sheriff, sir. Psychiatrists call the event that I had, a dreaming resurfacing of a repressed memory brought on by extreme clinical level stress factors, and other underlying psychosis. Hey, I've said it before, Treasure Coast Automobile RIP-OFFS, and I'm sure I'll be saying it again as well. “I'd like to see anyone of you in the entire world, suffer through all of this nightmare since leaving effing high school, and remaining one percent sane and alive”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But yes, the wild dream where I was back on freaking Long Island with my damn snooty Uncle Heinz and the gang. The road trip up to the In-Law Cousin Myers Branch of the Huntington Family, and the whole damn nasty mess, that would have been so much better all damn ass left alone!!!!!!!!!!!! Then I had to always be taking Dawn-Marie King to her psychiatrists, just one block further west down on Tennessee Avenue, near the Atlantic Avenue intersection. Then there was that day with the Rent-A-Center place. That was a real damn doozie-whopper; huh old pal, President Obama? Boy oh boy do I miss you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God dog it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes sir Mister President Obama, that was beyond a doozie-whopper, only this entire mess is absolutely way beyond that. Clinton and his pal Patterson, wanna' cut me a bwake here Mizz 1985 Margie Leo, willya' lovely girl coworker? U all know that Jimmy Patterson couldn't MAKE UP A STORY LIKE MORIANITY in a quadrillion tucking years, FURTHER PROVING THE ENTIRE MESS coming straight FROM DOGTOWN ITSELF!

END TRANSMISSION, OH GREAT PEOPLE.

I NEVER ESCAPED CAPTAIN PICARD'S HELL BOX IN 2301

CHAPTER 15

6:53 AM, Wednesday, August 2, 2023

JWSC: WED-11-225

Yes I screwed up and said 214 rather than 224 on JWSC date on my lunar calendar a couple of blogs back, & must have hit me' 'one' key, which is right next 2 me' 'two' key, YO. Several items need 2B noted here. Then we can get 2 the meat and the heart of the most current issue, being, me' blogging project which is either gonna' B discontinued or merely used endlessly 4 me' own records and may remain publicly accessible, and I will get into the details after we get some opening junk out of the 'damn ass' way here, oh wonderful and awesome Captain Kirk, sir. My entire life is one big ass HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE error, and so in truth, WEIN-SOSO-SSDD? I had some light aerial harassment the day B4 yesterday, Monday, while out on me' short errands, planes and chemtrails all over the place, and it started with the moon-set and a big gigantic ugly chemtrail right nearby DIANA's lovely moon. I knew then around between 3 and 5 in the moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, that this would persist as the day then continued on, a pattern that normally follows through, oh kind lads and lassies, or just how kind? We R gonna' B getting into this, and is Y this blogger must decide either 2 close up shop here once and 4 all, or just use this 4 me' own purposes, and then, whoever comes up here 2 glance and or poke fun or 'whatever', me' ole' music-associate and semi-pal from me' distant past, Mister Bob Andrews, that is merely a side situation that no longer will ever have one wee bit of importance 2 the Mountainpen, YO BRAH! U-C, I am pretty sure that other than 4 maybe 2-4 peeps reading me, and one of them being an admitted follower; the others R either USA-Federal Agents, Foreign Agents, and the remainder of them connected and part of the peeps of the orbits surrounding the 2 peeps mostly discussed in this Morianity blog, the MACY CLUB, without Martha. Recently my audience again, has dried up, and also again, during Trump's major legal hassles, and several of those in his orbit recently indicted in Federal courts with numerous federal charges. The one way I could absolutely know that I am correct here would B if anything, god forbid, happened 2 me' daughter. Still, I am perdy-dern good with common sense and normally am right about stuff that I only have me' own intuition 2 go on and use. I feel completely confident and positive here when I say that 99 percent of what I call me' Blogaudians, R all in the orbits of either Trump or Carey, and them personally as well. All anyone has 2 do is confirm the Google-Time-Stamped dates on posted-CAPPED junk that I am sending up 2 the BDC, and C how stuff in their personal lives corresponded perfectly every single time and over nearly 2 decades now, and that the blog postings came FIRST EVERY TIME, and then were followed by incidents from THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It IS ABSOLUTELY AND ENTIRELY INDISPUTABLE folks, and U all know it, but then here I go, what folks, I am only double talking here, am I naught, Mizz 1983 AT&T Blake, mah'm? So my game plan is not all that complex, and 'sticking 2 it', is my greatest frikkin' challenge here; just as many of me' viewing Blogaudians may know only 2 damn ass well by now. My moods change and so does my life, and as James T. Burr knew decades ago in the late disco years of the seventies, “one week with me is an eternity”, and that's a quote, Adam Schiff; the “L&O” Adam Schiff that is. When so much happens per week in a person's damn ass life folks, well, it is vely hard 2 maintain a game plan as well as a mood pattern and thus decisions R more difficult 2 make and keep 2 them. Yes peeps, U ain't imagining that about me 4 one damn ass minute, Kirk ole' boy, and Harry Mudd, and Saga Kings; and all possible etcetera's from 'L&O's' Arnold 2 Zachary, AKA from A-Z. Yes, my new decision is simple and I am gonna' try 2 weelwee stick 2 it, Mister Fwudd. I am going 2 use my blogs as an emotional release, a hope that via SWIS and similar concepts and systems, the future will B way more interested in viewing my 'TALES FROM ED' (EARTHLY-DOGTOWN), and then; it does make a nice memory-journal 4 me, especially as I age and go onto develop memory associated problems, that all humans who live long enough must indeed face, and try and deal with in whatever best ways that they R able 2 do, YO. WOW-THIS! So as 4 the comments count forever dwindling from at least 2 me' best recent 2023 recollections, down from around 335 comments, 2 presently as of yesterday August the first, 286 comments; when and if it reaches TOTAL 'GOOSE GROSS EGGS'-'NADA'-'ZIP'-'ZILCH'-'NON-ZENO-ZERO' and so forth, I will have a nice little PROOF-PACKAGE 2 add 2 all of me' other stuff against the WOMO-SPACEFORCE-SPAMMENIES and how they endlessly R screwing up every single facet and part of me' entire life ever since I left the COOLEY HALL Bancroft Special-Education School in late January of 1973. It will just B one more thing in me' packet of evidence against the WOMO 4 me 2 someday use against them in this nightmare mess being perpetrated against the innocent pathetic and pitiful non-Ronstadt Mountainpen, YO BRRRRRR!

Now if there is another HIGHLIGHT HACK ON THIS BLOG, I will then stop using my PINK-COLOR, as 'the hackers have obviously done something 2 me system', where upon using the pink color font, it seems 2B causing this highlight hack a lot, especially when using it on the Jewelly White calendar date, & with an underline below it. We will C what happens when this blog posts since I tried doing it again at the blog's frikkin' opening, as U all can plainly ass C, YO! So me' newest game plan is 2 just keep muddling on as stated in this earlier blog, and using it 4 me' own purposes and not caring one way or the other about one damn ass thing, and then, later on I can use this COMMENTS-COUNT deal, in a COURT OF LAW, against my WOMO enemies, as I cannot seemingly do one thing 2 get this injustice stopped, now can I, oh wonderful FBI, YO YO YO YO YO YO?????????????? Also, I am gonna' run a major powerful quantum dynamics experiment with me; so-called MAGICAL WOMO-ROULETTE NUMBERS situation. I will begin, just as I do with me' MP4B, post me' paper-games onto me' whittle ass bwogs, YO BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-THIS. If suddenly AFTER POSTING, it stops working 4 me after 30 SOLID YEARS, as I began noticing and playing with this way back while residing at lovely Mizz Patty Meeker's Gibbsboro 'joint', Mister WINN; and that was around this time or even earlier in the spring somewhere, back in the year of 1993. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! So this also is part of me' multiple-staged newest MSGP (GAME-PLAN). So things will run now without me' giving a thought 2 anyone else in the entire world, and I will operate here now as if I literally am the only person left on the Earth after some gargantuan nuke-disaster, just as back in that awesome late 1983 movie, “Is anybody out there, anybody at alllllllll”? 2 this day I remember my mom and I watching that show at 506 Robin Hill Apartments, and repeating that radio message, 4 weeks 2 each other, and giggling over it. 'WO' Mister Billy Summer of Love 2000 NAUGHT 1969 Harner, 'WO', and yes, lovely Block Party Summer of 1994 cereal commercial tween girl. I can only imagine what that goddess grew up 2 look like, Mister Harner, 'WO'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This stupid frucking 'OPEN OFFICE PROGRAM' CRASHES MANY TIMES, WHEN ATTEMPTING 2 ADD 2 THE DICTIONARY, ANY 2-LETTER WORDS, such as “WO” that keep underlining; so I must just ignore any and all of them. At least the damn ass system always brings the document back after I click into the necessary repair boxes. Still, I don't need the goddamn futhermucking hassles, do I???????????????? This malfunction in the program has been with me ever since I purchased this cum-puke-her late in 2010 at me' Fort Pierce Walmart Store near the great world famous Interstate 95 highway ramps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WO, Billy and cereal girl.

Yesterday I went food shopping, as well as paid me' utility bill 4 the month, over at the Fort Pierce Utility Authority (FPUA). Friday I need 2 pay me 2 credit card bills at me' local bank, and then most of me' August errands R out of the way until later on when I need 2 just get me' some tide-over staples at one of the food stores. I already bought me' exuberant gasoline 4 this month, and U know about it, as it occurred on the day that I drove over 2 me' computer-Techy-joint. That was also followed a day later when I went 2 the office store called STAPLES 4 a power brick, a mouse, a mouse-pad that I never had, and two strip outlets 2 plug into me' surge-battery back up BRICK, giving me 12 outlets with battery protection and freeing up the other 4 in the six-box area, as well as the three other non-battery and 'surge-only' outlets. The minute power stops, all stuff goes off, but I want stuff plugged in so as 2 keep the memory systems active, such as with me' Comcast Modem, and DVD player that many times a DVD is inside of it when power stops, causing potential problems. So this is not 2 work a lot of things, merely keep minimum power going on a few things, and this new block keeps a few tiny things like that running 4 more than four hours without going off, an dis fully rechargeable 4 between 3-6 years. So I have all the things that I need, and since I never had 2 spend any money over at the Techy joint, me' budget allowed me up to 2 bucks 4 the electronic equipment, putting me within about 20 bucks of the maximum so me' budget didn't get busted. We all know that our budgets 9 out of 10 times, never ever truly work, no matter how goddessdog hard we endlessly keep trying 2 work within them, naught in this new age rotten ole' Billionaires-RULE Reaganomics World, (BRRW) 4 short, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I saw the whole thing coming because my mind does not play games and intentionally not C junk just because it is unpleasant and then that in conjunction and along with my extremely mathematically oriented mind, allowed me 2C the entire thing happening the moment Reagan came into the Oval Office and started this entire wicked hellish nightmare of his, YO world!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't imagine one damn thing, and me' ole' coworker and semi-pal Mister Arthur Crane TOLD ME SO as well, back in early 1992 somewhere if me' ole' memory is even half accurately serving me here, BRO!!!!!!!! WOW-2-THAT-1. Yes, I saw this entire future, and in living loving ass color, oh weerlld out here, YO! AHA-AHA-AHA Sir McNulty.

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR CALENDAR:

WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 2, 2023---11-225---JWSC

CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 1:6

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WANING GIBBOUS--------(WN-G)

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CHART BELOW PERTAINS 2 VERY BAD DAYS CALLED (BOTBAR's)

MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES CHARTS IN 2023

MONTHS 7-8 MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:

DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B

7/20------20------8-----------------------40

7/21------21------8-----------------------38

7/22------22------8-----------------------36

7/23------23------8-----------------------35

7/24------24------9-----------------------38

7/25------25------10---------------------40

7/26------26------11---------------------42

7/27------27------11----------------------41

7/28------28------11----------------------39

7/29------29------11----------------------38

7/30------30------11----------------------37

7/31------31------11----------------------35

8/1--------1--------0------------------------0

2023 ANNUAL MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:

DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B

7/20------201------59-----------------------29---X---1

7/21------202------59-----------------------29---X---2

7/22------203------59----------------------29---X---3

7/23------204------59----------------------29---X---4

7/24------205------60----------------------29---X---5

7/25------206------61----------------------30---X---1

7/26------207------62----------------------30---X---2

7/27------208------62----------------------30---X---3

7/28------209------62-----------------------30---X---4

7/29------210------62-----------------------30---X---5

7/30------211------62-----------------------29---X---1

7/31------212------62-----------------------29---X---2

8/1--------213-----62------------------------29---X---3

On one of the death siege days from somewhere around one week or so ago, my bowels were seriously struck by the WOMO-SF-SPAMMENIES HAVANA-WEAPON SYSTEM, and I thought that I was finally better yesterday, but ended up needing 2 clean out me' underwear one more time yesterday, and now, am taking a mega dosage of me' Metamucil powder daily and if this doesn't correct the damage, I will need 2 go 2 the futhermucking HOSPITAL 4 treatment!!!!!!!!!!!! More exposure against the WOMO-SF, as I will shout, and rat, and tattle tail, as U all know; as I refuse 2 just go quietly, and the MACY CLUB KNOWS THIS 2, YO YO YO YO YO. As I typed that last sentence, a sudden pop up 4 no good reason happened from me' Open Office Program 3.1, and I just click-X'ed out of it, as I always freaking do when skit like that GOES Joe Sivo-1980 DOWN, YO-HA, BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

3 STRAIGHT END MONTH DAYS WENT 2 DOGTOWN

BUTTERCHEESE and big ass BUTT but peeps; this finally broke off, and in the damn most horrendous month in many many many ass years, that being July of 2023, and ending that putrid month on a fairly okay note, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! W---O---W!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here is what made today a futhermucking runt clapping SUPER BOTBAR HELL DAY ON GODDESSDOG TOTAL ROCK CHUCKING STEROIDS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I couldn't get 2 goddessdog sleep until close 2 six, and then at half past 8, I was rudely major trucking awakened 2 what I WILL ABSOLUTELY CALL, A POLTERGEIST ASSAULT ON ME, IN MY RESIDENCE NORTH-BEDROOM here, SS!!!!! 4 absolutely no Earthly reason, my runt chewing closet curtains, and yes, the closet discussed twice now where I in DREAMS was revealed 2 separate items; my Comcast-Modem battery that resembles a small and thin sandwich, and also the 7 cassette tapes, that one of those was the 'BILLY HARNER 2000 SUMMER OF LOVE' MUSICAL PROJECT, MASTER TAPE, from the Discmakers place in Pennsauken, NJUSAESMWG; suddenly fell down hard and extremely loud, especially 4 falling down onto a goddessdog VERY SOFT RUG, as my north and south bedrooms both contain wall-2-wall full carpeting. YET POW, it fell down with a HUUUUUGE effing bang onto a very soft rug. Also, it fell down 4 no apparent reason. This hangs on one of those thick dow plastic rods that has on each end, one of those knob type rubbery blobs that adhere super hard 2 the closet perimeter sides, and U can practically have a child do frucking goddamn chin ups on it, without it falling or breaking, yet 'POW'; down she futhermucking came, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and waking me up with an incredible startling crashing sound. Now this never should have fallen down in the first place, and even if it falls down; it never should have awakened me with a cannon shot sound, falling onto a soft carpet, and yes; it is an extremely light weight shower curtain type of thing, only more suited 2 a bedroom décor rather than what hangs over our showers. I was completely trucking UNABLE 2 FALL BACK 2 SLEEP, AND AFTER A QUARTER PAST NINE OF THE DAMN ASS CLOCK, I GAVE UP ENTIRELY; and then entered what would trucking damn ass become the rest of this totally miserable SUPER CHUCKING BOTBAR-DOGTOWN-DAY, on goddessdog total steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SS, if U read the other letter-blogs or 'LB' that I wrote 4-U earlier this damn moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning YO; U know I am under a super heavy air death siege, a super major health-bowels assault with the SPACEFORCE-HAVANA-death weapon they've been using on me since late summer-early autumn times back in 1986, and major computer hacking and damage, and on and on; and then on top of that, STAR TREK 1986 Humpback Whales movies, and Starfleet Officer Palvo Checkoff, kind sir; two annoying large black flies filled with little maggots inside their guts, as I learned after squishing them when they were crawling around on the floor and after succumbing 2 a major RAID PEST SPRAY COUNTER-OFFENSIVE from the Mountainpen; and it is days such as these types, when these minidroids, as Dave Roth and I would refer 2 them as back in 1987-1990 extremely often; that I can just about always depend on getting flocking bombarded with these slitty damn miserable things, straight out from beyond DOGTOWN'S GATES, just past the Dogtown Bridge of the Capitol-Province's horrendous and menacingly appearing, DOGTOWN 'LOW-PASS-AREA'!!!!!!!!!! Speaking here of Sir Dave Roth; he was quite the repeater of several of his famous sayings, one of which went, “When it rains, it poors”, and no early 1970's tunes about droughts in California, need B sung in order 4 me 2 make me' ole' pernt here, SS, and Archie Bunker!!! On these type of SUPER-BOTBAR DAYS, it isn't so much, “WHAT WENT WRONG AND BAD TODAY”, but rather, and quite simply worded here, “WHAT DID 'NAUGHT', OH LOVELY MIZZ AT&T BLAKE”???????????? I managed 2 rehang the curtain closet bar in me' futhermucking north-bedroom and then came out into my living area all super hot and sweaty, as I never waste air conditioning in rooms that I am naught in there and occupying, and I was sleeping in there, as I just told U, SS!!!!!!!!!!!!! I no sooner came out here and turned on me' living area-AC, and began me' day, and found small air crap was starting up, that just continued getting worse and worse; including a nasty CHEMTRAIL ASSAULT, zenithing right over my trailer, as also was told 2U earlier, SS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now there R many things 4 me 2 get into today SS, but on these type of 'lay-low-or-else' days, I don't stick me' neck into any of the great globally secret HUNTINGTON NOOSES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't wanna' get me' mom's latengrate cuzz, Sir Herbert Huntington's kid Arthur, all excited, so that he finds one of Mizz Patricia Hollister HH's candles in Dogtown, and then manages 2 get back here into my realm of physicality and matter, and then tries 2 make me his 3^rd victim, in or out of flocking Braintree, Massachusetts, or any other great suburbs surrounding historic BOSTON, MAUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WOW-THAT.

SS; pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze listen-up here 4 one HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE non-Senator Sanders moment; and then tell me if U think that I am as looney-tunes as the WFMU-peeps 4 the most part, all think that I am! I believe in patterns, because I believe in electromagnetic energies; and that stuff in the matter-worlds do in fact become magnetized, and then as I have named it long ago, and rarely discuss it, or get much into it on any public writings; become force-directional, or 4 short, become FD, or (effdeed), when this is pronounced. When stuff becomes effdeed, it explains how electricity becomes a magical force of attraction and repulsion and the same thing in a vice-versa-order as well. No physicist on this planet understands it, although some will slightly white-lie 2 the general public, sort of implying that they do understand it on some scientific level that is; and I am here 2 tell them all, & like it or naught, oh lovely Mizz AT&T Blake; BULL-SKIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So rather than right now on a putrid rotten ass day, go on and on here with this; just let me tell U that this is all behind what pro-gamblers call going on ROLLS, and it is also behind all of the numerous and countless similar type of matters from zillions of life's infinitely vast parameters. But let us quickly harp on the one topic here, GOING ON LUCK-ROLLS, good luck, or bad luck; as luck is luck, and Morianity thinks of LUCK, and that word used by mortal human beings; as merely the agreement, and the disagreement, of each of us every single split second in time; with the entire COSMOS, so if at the exact second a person buys a Power-Ball Lottery Ticket at their local Mister Hector's Chevron Gasoline Station, at four minutes past noon on Saturday; should 4 whatever the unseen reasons, their personal luck factor B at some astronomically and surreal high number; they will most likely B the one with the winning ticket, despite the actual drawing of the number being hours or maybe even one or two days away; as time is only part of the 'STM', and is purely illusion; and so the reality is the electromagnetic spectrum, along with the magical interaction of the particular persons' LUCK FACTOR, at this one split second in time. But mortals will go right on insisting on endlessly seeing this all in a total backward and reverse directionality, and so it would take me way 2 long 2 even start telling U right now SS, all about this deal, that I have long ago labeled as, things being 'EFFDEED'. Put in an extremely abridged way, this is Y all things not only happen; but all have points of so-called magnetic mathematically based points of technical resistance as well as support, and Y luck goes on rolls; and even Y the longer a lucky or unlucky streak goes, it only gains in power, and never is actually due 4 becoming altered. When the math is averaged out such as in complex algorithms, we all C plain as day that changes R always gradual, because they must conform to that unbeatable and perhaps nearly-magical thing that all mathematicians know is very real, the linear-2-percentage-delta-ratio, in math!!!!!!! This is how my parallel-event-roulette functions as well, kind sir; but let us leave all of that here, as no matter how simple that I would ever attempt 2 make this, or keep this; just starting this wild ass discussion, and B4-I would know it, I would have typed out ten-thousand freaking ass pages, oh sir!

Yes SS, 3 solid months now, APRIL, MAY, JUNE of this year, 2023; I am in a powerful new pattern, and YES, ever since the nightmare horrendous frucking rock chucking MOWRY PULL PLUG DAY. What pattern, perhaps U-R saying, while scratching your head? Well Sir, I'll tell U. A pattern where the FINAL DAY OF THE MONTH IS MAJOR SUPER BAD. BOTH A SUPER DUCKING TOTAL MONSTER-ASS BOTBAR, AS WELL AS SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC, 2 BOOT, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!! I sure hope that our law suit makes some of these wicked demonic stick licking slits truly pay 4 their dastardly deeds, perpetrated against this poor pathetic pitiful innocent whittle victim, whose life they have TOTALLY AND ABSOLUTELY RUINED, WRECKED, DECIMATED, WIPED OUT, OBLITERATED, DESTROYED; AND MADE BEYOND A LIVING BURNING BREATHING HELL, 4 JUST ABOUT A ROCK CHUCKING HALF CENTURY OF TIME NOW, AND WITHOUT LET UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think that if we don't actually take 50-75 percent of their net worth's, or of their $$$$$-GOD-$$$$$, it won't make a dent in getting what some may think of as 'sweet revenge'. It isn't what I want; but it is taking away their GOD, after what these diseased slit sticks have done 2 me 4 a half trucking ass century now, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!

I knew when Reagan and his 'omics' was all starting up, this entire future; as I've always had the extremely rare and unique gift of being able 2 extremely accurately interpolate things that seem 2 endlessly go right over the heads of other human beings. I saw this entire thing coming, and then 2 quote the soon 2B born new age scarey expression of, 'no good deed going unpunished', I then devised a fantastic ultimate plan 2 literally wipe out, and absolutely eradicate poverty once and 4 all, out of the United States forever and ever and these billionaire bastard rats ass new age kings and queens learned of me, and have been wiping me out ever since; and most likely 4 numerous combinational reasons, and not so much 4 any one or two of them singularly. When DCR and I first met at the 113 Caldor Department Store in November of 1985, we planned this deal together, the great operation STARBURN!!! Please SIR SWAP; don't even get me started, just as I begged that Eckert Pharmacy lady-druggist at the 'farma-counter' that day on PK-DAY, the twelfth of July, back early in one of the first three years of this century somewhere. As I speak, that blotorsickie rider scum is annoying me at ten past eight this evening, and has been off and on 4 the past two days several times!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They 2 will eventually B scanned by Maggie, and dealt with, and IPYT, SS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The things that I could say. SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT, many think that I've just about exhausted me'self here, and they R so beyond totally frikkin' wrong and mistaken, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh the gods R they beyond wrong, cubed, squared, Cuban, and a vigintillion times more still. I've not yet begun 2 say stuff, Sir Steve and a few peeps out there while this is in public-forum, they do know that this is true, and some R probably cowering in the shadowy corners right this damn ass minute, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U always laughed in a sympathetic type of laugh, each time I would remind U of my mom's wild 90's nasty dealings with me whenever I didn't act the part of her completely willing slave, which was just about most days, especially during the three years of the starting of that decade and while we lived there together, & renting the home owned by the great and illustrious Misses Patricia Meeker, the mother of a New Jersey State Police Officer. If I said something she didn't like or particularly agree with me on, she would come back with her endless retort of, “Mark, how would U like it if your daughter said that 2U”, and when I would do something that she didn't like or particularly agree with me on, she would come back with her endless retort of, “Mark, how would U like it if your daughter did this with U”? After dozens of times putting up with her outlandish and ridiculous behavior, I would chime in eventually every so often with, “Mom, Y do U continue 2 give me this goddamn hypothetical daughter all the time? She never responded, and only looked at me, first sort of with a nasty smirk on her face, then slowly doing a half smile. Almost the reverse of the future way that Detective Joseph Fantanna would do, on the greatest law show in television's history, called “Law & Order”. The show at the time this was going down was almost brand new, perhaps two years or so old, but way up a dozen or more years in the antimatter space, Detective Fontanna would do that exact thing only in sort of a reverse order, starting his thing with the smile, and then instantly changing it into that frown that only he could have managed 2 do so damn ass perfectly well. But really SS, 2 quote U that one particular day at the great Ohio Avenue Walgreen's parking lot, “Y would she keep insisting on giving U that hypothetical daughter”? U then said something that brought the great educator from Cooley Hall, Mister David Leigh Smith, straight into my mind; like a nearly brilliant flash of lightning. U said 2 me, “Give me a break Mark, I mean really; where there's smoke, there's fire” Of course the biggest thing that I remember that U then went on 2 say 2 me, about one minute later on, “If and when we can ever come 2 truly know just Y your mom and PHHH kept this powerful secret of your daughter from U all of your life, it most likely will explain all of your woes in this world”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could naught have agreed with him one smidgin wee bit more on that, if I was paid a trillion dollars in gold 2 do just that. What else can we say here, Sir JAY-JAY Good Times EVANS??????????????????????

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

Yes, those times as Dave Roth and I discussed so damn ass frequently, were beyond HELL, and the only 2 years that I am aware of when that team, U know, the PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WON THE STANLEY CUP CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!! Good old 1974 and 1975, huh Jimbo???????????????

Memories and pain; how it amazes me that I can endlessly force myself 2 employ a strategy once used on a Cornwall Avenue bed, when I was 15 years and 7 months old, in Ventnor, NJUSAESMWG; while being assaulted by Sir Thomas J. Child-molester Reale, the wealthy land owner of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, back in summer time circa, in the year of BJWSC-(-42), also known as 1970 for crying out loud. That wonderful good old VSG-Syndrome; yes Mister Kent, and Superman; some things seem 2B able 2 actually B TURNED ON AND OFF LIKE A FAUCET, and your ability 2 make a contact, was seemingly naught being one of them, only, we all know do we naught; that wasn't absolutely any truer than 90 percent or so of this great family's Victoria Winters History-Book Dark Shadows television show 'OTHER-non-HARRAH Casino'-parallels, huh SS?????? I think that Mizz Lilly DeCarlo Munster would B chiming in right about now, oh everybody, with her marvelous and so apropos “TEE-HEE-HEE”, don't U?

“Y SHOULDN'T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”

(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951---(February 18, 2009)

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some ducking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the frucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep flucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex slit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss bunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to skit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this frucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again; so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this ducking slit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major slit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid ducking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so, and eventually go off; and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.

Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-O---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.

Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom slit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these chucking sticks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your skit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog slit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all trucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this skit up, BRRRR?

GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Copyright Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2009, and blog registered on an official registry bloggers website.

E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.

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anonymous said on Apr 02, 2009....

You shrunk a bit there dalmatian, but I saw you still speak the human lingo, wow, you are telling the truth, God is 16 or at least she watches the show.

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This is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you ladies and gentlemen:

BECAUSE IT IS UNFAIR

BECAUSE I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT

BECAUSE I AM INNOCENT

BECAUSE I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS.

BECAUSE I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.

GET IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Thursday, June 29, 2023

TYING SO MUCH TOGETHER FROM 20-50 YEARS OF TIME

TYING SO MUCH TOGETHER FROM 20-50 YEARS OF TIME

The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Having PROOF and PROVING R Apples and Oranges

“HAVING PROOF AND PROVING ARE APPLES AND ORANGES”
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/WEBCAM/MORPRO-1995. DATFILE: 092708.457
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

Back when the show with car kicker/breaker Shannon Dougherty, called BH-90210 was new early in the nineties, a keyboard out of perhaps 100 various possible amateur home type keyboards, was used in the show where Brenda’s dad was playing music with it, Brenda being Shannon, and it was not only the same board that I used from Radio Shack Tandy roughly 4 years earlier, but I used it 2 copyright the song mentioned often in my blogging, called, “Prophet of Nothing”, sort of a pun and play on words, me being cute or trying 2 at least, but the EW decided 2 get way cuter than I could ever have gotten. EW, Entertainment World, also known in truer higher reality as residence and followers of the Briggbase of the Astral Plane, and joiners of the Lambrigger Cult. Now on one particular 90210 show where Brenda’s dad was playing with the keyboard that I happen 2 use 4 years or give or take a bit, on my originally written song, not only was the same board used in this then famous and high rated and watched series on television, but they even set the board 2 the very same beat out of 100 possible beats or so, that my song was set on. The odds of a random chance 4 this R very simple 2 calculate, about 100 beats/rhythms and about 100 of those type of available keyboards used 4 home non-pro use, dictates multiplying 100 times 100 or 10,000 to one chance against this being simply a coincidence. The Soap Channel carried this rerun one afternoon last week or the week B4, and I have waited 4 the right time 2 get into this. Also, look at another set of hard 2 dismiss or dispute claims and facts that I make. B4-I tell U, I just got tucking screwed, with 4 ones on my rock chucking clock. Miss Dirt bag ho Jane Monster Slapper Fonda strikes again, so let me attempt quickly 2 compensate, 55555555555555555555555. Loud dirt bag traffic sounds and aerial slit is also rearing its rock chucking head today, and struck as soon as I typed and the key-worm-saw me go 55555555555555. First, they know I was channel surfing that night, believe me they know. If they can do complex keystroke worm violations against people’s privacy with these PC devices, think how simple it would B4 them 2 hook into your cable TV channels being watched. They know that those back and forth's of Brenda and Kelly drove me wild, and were more than long enough 4 running what I came to term without any pun intended, 'an-ejac-shot'. So they put that show on, and made it first of course, all ready knowing that I eventually would C it, and get my chops busted. But the marathon race to the Proof Avenue Courthouse Stairs is not yet over, so do not count me out yet slugger boys. I used 2 know a fine man involved with the famous 2 Philadelphia Sigma Sound Recording Studio, back in my days of employment at the RPL Sound Studios and Labs from the ‘79 year into the ‘81 year. He invited me on one occasion over 2 his very nice Northeast Philadelphia section home, and I met his very fine and may I add, at the time, extremely hot wife. The name of this studio musical arranger was John E. Davis, yes, the same man who U-C credited after all of the Beverly Hills 90210 TV show ends, and yes; he also was the musical arranger for their 90210 theme on the show. Now U really want and expect me 2 not C how industry people that obviously all connect together and know each other, as it is with any and all industries, especially in the ever growing world of networking marketing strategies, where U play this game or else go home bankrupt and dead, and all knew about my public work copyrighted in 1988, well B4 the 90210 show ever came 2B; and decided 2 use the idea and again out of about 10,000 home board rhythms, mine was picked 4 the show, but natch, never a morsel tad bit of recognition ever comes 2 me as a result; not even a torn Christmas card from the industry of puss drinking sub-scum, apologizing in the holiday spirit 4 all of the evil skit that they indeed have stolen from me, and was done 2 me.

I am strictly forbidden 2 ever talk again, publicly about MC’s stairs and the monstrous thing that I witnessed at her home there pertaining 2 them, back when she was but a child of 2-3. Her older sister knows an incredible lot of things about me, and told me so, I cannot blog any more on this ever, either. What I can admit 2 is that I met God in Atlantic City in 1966 on Tennessee Avenue up near the boardwalk. She left me in 1970, and returned again 2 me, part of a powerful covert branch of the mighty TAWF. In 1980 when I resided at 1802 Robin Hill, and went 9 years forward in time illusion 2 interact with a beautiful tall long dark haired queen that was singing a very special song 2 me, it was MC. She was but 10 in the time that I fell off 2 sleep, but 9 years later when it was 1989, she was over 19. When SSJKK was the property owner Estelle Bassler’s renter/tenant, named Sarah J. Karge; and however they worked it out in City Hall down in Atlantic City, the deal made somehow according 2 Mrs. Bassler whom I told all of U how I had many good talks with her late last century from her new location in Ormond Beach, FLUSAESMWG, and in one particular discussion, she informed me that Sarah Karge trashed the hotel, the Piccadilly that she had leased from Mrs. Bassler, and Mrs. Bassler called the loan and got it away from her, and then she burned down her hotel, the Bolivar shortly after, in an attempt to astrally project herself as a teenager as opposed to the mid-seventy-ish old woman that she had become by the years passing into the early seventies. Since early 1970, she remained the astral teenager, and totally lost her physical connection to the material realm. She pretended 2 grow older and die after I disappeared from the scene during this time, officially being declared dead in October of the ‘90 year, at the age of just over 94. She sort of wanted 2 oversee her knew physical self and guide the family that she now was tangibly connected 2, and the older sister was sat down at a young age and told these powerful truths, and I was wrong 4 a long time. MC did more than get my attention, first with the 2 letters coming empty in my dreams from my Somerdale home in NJUSAESMWG, and then later with her 2008 musical CD project that was marvelous and terrific, there is and only ever will B only one great U my Scylla, or MC now. The second thing indeed got my full undivided attention. Remember, 2 many coincidences, do not add up 2 a coincidence, quote Mountainpen here if U so desire. B4 going on, this one isolated example with John E. Davis and Sigma Sound, and BH-90210 TV Show; is just that, one isolated event I just picked right now out of totally thin air, yet I could literally offer a listening and genuinely interested world 1000 or more things that certainly would B every bit as startling and riveting, and all right along these very same lines. My stuff, my ideas, the entire shebang, have all been robbed, used, stolen, and down right disrespected 4 (2-4 straight decades), B it musically related, inventions, business plans worth a fortune, etcetera. A countless number of my great ideas, R virtually all now in use, but not a shredded ounce of credit has ever been directed towards me 4 being the real legitimate creator of any of this intellectual ducking property. No, just keep me down, keep me unrecognized, and keep me poor; and do it cleverly and illegally, but with no way ever so far anyway, 4 me 2 have any good chances of proving very much of all of these monstrous injustices. I am not here on Earth 2 make a lot of money, or B recognized 4 squat; but still and all, is it fair 2 endlessly rip off a person, keep him down, and those doing it get 2 live right 2 their graves, like frucking Kings and Queens and spoiled little slit heads? No it certainly is not, and anyone that could answer otherwise is a cold blooded prick scum Trumpite monster, after the heart of Reagan; who forever destroyed what once was really great about our country, with all his greedy based bull crapola.

Gary-7 was a fantastic original Star Trek TV show episode, but there R some on this Earth, put quite frankly, that R here as “VISITORS and OBSERVERS”, not on mission 2 save anyone from a nuclear holocaust such as with the fictional Trekker show, but instead; mostly as witness bearing and log keeping individuals, and I have been told in trance today by 'never mind', but she said that she tried twice on separate occasions, apart by about 10 mortal world years, 2 get my attention; and that she all ready knows both who I am as well as who she is. She says I misinterpreted her needing 2 wake up in her human dream through my performing some fantastic miracle such as what I recently blogged about building an integrenitrizor tunnel. Integretrinization is real, even Kevin Trudeau mentions it in some of his earlier medical HOW-2 books. The government currently will not license any holistic practitioner 2 use a true real working full model of this device, it naturally would overnight simply upset just way 2 many applecart’s, and the controllers may lose control of their power on Wall Street, as well as their governed subjects and citizens. An in depth study into all of this shows right down the chosen careers of MC’s parents, that none of this that happened since my SSJKK left me in 1970, has been randomly just done, and it is all part of a gargantuan sized grand cosmic scheme; and that is putting it in major understatement form. Just like the article that miraculously managed 2 get some quick bit of exposure in the circa of 1990 in the Scientific American Magazine regarding tiny subatomic particles that make all of the known to exist ones appear as galaxies in relative size, in the future times these R labeled 'ASAPS', or Absolute Sub Atomic Particles. A fairly complex set of devices that will B constructed when the metallurgists improve their state of the art and create even lighter as well as stronger metals, as well as update a few high dimensional formulas that math will then provide virtually magic answers to in mans attempt 2 harness an ultra fast spinning energy system locked not only within the atoms themselves, but have a simultaneous connected energy ratio with what actually causes the forces in atomic energy 2 chain react atomically. Controlled mega-velocitrons can B built, and set along pathway fields, and will grow within seconds 2 distances that R perhaps hundreds or more galaxies away, and right in the middle of this field is a harmless velocitronic tunnel that any person or object can move into, and literally B shipped like today/s parcel post, within seconds, 2 millions of light year distances. This is all real, and the study of Velocitronics begins early in the 90’s. Well, I was told that since the 2 letters sent 2 me in the dream back around 1997 or so, did not sufficiently get my attention, the Ruth Gottwald Long Island visit would indeed, and it did, no Miss Chillie doubt about it Lennie McKinnon-601. When Mom and I visited Heinz and Ruth Gottwald, and the nearby Long Island New York family in 1972, and mother went back 4 a solo visit 3 years later in the summer of the ‘75 year, who was being visited? RELATIVES, not theories, RELATIVES. Then the E=MC SQUARED is indeed the theory of Einstein’s RELATIVITY. This family knew all along who I was, all the way back to the nineteen-sixties. Relativity/relatives. Really, so how could I miss this one? Well I didn’t. Now I have come 2 learn that this special family all know who they R, and R sort of going through the motions and playing this fantastic game, until the time is right, where I properly remember all of this; and can accurately it all out in its proper perspective. This time is soon 2 come.

MC; our times at that lovely lake, make up 4 all of the nightmares here at your magic house. No longer will I holler out your name when U jump in the dangerous tidal waters, as UR the MIGHTY ALL POWERFUL GODDESS SCYLLA, QUEEN of all oceans and seas and water, and wind; and I will always love U far beyond anything that U could ever hope 2 know. I now await your next dream visitation, whenever U wish 2 do it, a time of your selection and choosing my great lovely teen-queen. U will always rule the empire. I am your obedient servant 'THAT- BOY-YANCY', forever more, and have always been, never your shellfish my 990990990990990990990990990.Your sister told me the terrible secret she also carries, I feel so much 4 both of U, if I can ever help in any way, just say the word, U know that my life is meaningless 2 me, only your happiness matters.

Reality 3 has many individual parts that will really need 2B carefully examined B4I could start 2 think it can B explained 2 my Blogaud. Last night B4 going off 2 work, where did these slime balls attack me huge time again, but at the Super Stale Grocery Store. This is a constant of this sick and diseased twisted WOMO enemy of mine, if I make a stink about a place, they get me right back right at that place, and lightning fast. They R not clucking into wasting lots of time. All they ever C and focus on is spilling 5 solid frucking quarts of my innocent blood and U wonder Y-I call these fart sniffing cult slappers a few cursing names from time 2 time. Crissake get real, or in my case in July of 1970, REALE, the child molester of Somers Point, NJUSAESMWG, GOT ME, right on and rock on DAVE, and neither U nor mom R missing one hell of a Richie Ryan party, not 1 little tucking tiny smidgen bit, as life now is horrible, and I pray that this entire planet blows up into quadrillions of pieces every single frucking day, and ALL THE DAYS of my miserable McDonald Carey life, without any hour-glass sand.

4 right now I need my sleep and must work 2 night, so END TRANSMISSION!!!!

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I am going 2 get into some incredible shullbit as this now moves ever onward, and B damned 2 whoever is following this or NAUGHT, oh lovely Mizz Blake from 1983's telephone company!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My story fits together and just discussing the greatest soap show ever done in America and most likely the planet of Earth as well, and at all times but then who can know that, still; DARK SHADOWS can never B excluded nor left out of this entire mess in even the tiniest ways. I think that deep down, even all of me' SPAMMENIES know this truth and know it only 2 well, DOCTOR DAGS and DOCTOR FELL, and all times and places, and jet hazed trails and so much more from People's Magazine 2 Cifaloglio coworkers of so many numerous transdimensional realities; all totally and completely notwithstanding here, great ole' damn world out there, 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My upstairs nabe Mizz Betty Johnson and her nephew, my camp counselor and friend of my other camp counselor Mister Mack Kaiter, Mister Craig Slocum, and Mayor Rohr of the town next door 2 Collingswood, Haddon Township or Wanna' Spend My Time (WESTMONT) up there in good old NEW JERSEY-NO-JOYSEY, and on and on and on we can go!!!! Sir Lenny McKinnon said it better than anyone else ever could on his CB-radio, GOOD LORD & 25 cents!!!!

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LIGHTNING treated 'HER little boy', me, like a total prince yesterday the 31^st 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 plaguing 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 great 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!

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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 simple 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 don't 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 20^th 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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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 it 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-Dirtbagskithead, 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 slit 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 spatial 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 endlessly 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!

The Epitome of Harassment - Internet Version

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Datfile XX TEOHIV-CB 7

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 airplanes 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 ducking slit 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 non-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 already 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 old 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:
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Thursday, November 22, 2007

TEOHIV DATFILE XIX CB #6 The Millionth Council and Me

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 21^st 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 flucking 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 slit 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 talk in 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 all over 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 ducking 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 this 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 also told U 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 mucking CLUELESS to what was going on, and how they were being used to give this warning, even if only one person received it, that being 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 proper, 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 3^rd millennium and 20^th 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. L. 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 trucked 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 FRUCKING BIRTHDAY
OFFICIAL RESIDENT OF HELL, AS PER JAMES EARL CARTER
FROM THE YEAR 1986 IN MIDDLE AUGUST
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“WHY JIMMY WHY, UPDATED VERSION”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN 2006-2011 ©, All Rights Reserved (ARR)!

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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 bunt tapping 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 23^rd of November was forced on me by these flucking glass 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 'yes' 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 fruyucking on, to this demonic evil drumbeat. Now I had no particular blog planned out for this weekend, and really was yucking 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, so if this happens, these peeps all need to go to MOTHER FRUCKING 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', Mashell-1980 & family; he decided all over again that he will run, and then began all this persecution on me, as he has 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 fruyucking 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 or any combination, or all of them; is causing this real bad hell, according 2 the magic cat of Copyrighted Halloween Day. I am not trying to win power-balls, since that is your thing, oh MIZZ PAULA UWICH!!!!!!!

This is what is causing this neighbor to blare my wall down every day now without ducking 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 just 2 easy to get framed, and innocently go off to flucking 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 that 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. Ann got rid of poor little Midge because she had attacked and killed one of her precious Cockateel birds. Spell flucking 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 her on the treadmill along with her talking whittle doggie.

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 flucked up, is my error folks, for those who ducking 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 know that I had lots and lots of help in getting totally destroyed, as if I wasn't mother mucking 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 damn DVD, but in any case, “What a family”! Boy oh boy, Mom and Diana, could I use some damn 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 frucking 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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Correct spelling is epitome of harassment.

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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