CAPPED IN FROM AN EARLY BLOG IN THE YEAR OF 2009 DONE BY MOUNTAINPEN AT THE MAGICAL KING-MARHOUSE ON MIDDLE ROAD OF BLUEBERRYVILLE, NO-JOY-ZEE
Early on Wednesday morning, January 21, 2009
'Subterrania, Satan, and My Infinite Hell'
W-L-SBT-DATFILE------T/T/W/M-1995,
012109.090
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Transmission:
This was another super hell today 4
me, and I have a thousand theories, and all of them and four dollars
will allow me 2 get across my own bridge. Oh well, 2 prove I am not
the 'half-empty-glasser' that missy tall know-it-all thinks I am, it
could B worse, as if it were next year, my theories and 5 dollars
would B what it would take, as tolls R going 2 rise again.
Many
extremely supernatural things R happening, yet my '3-4-5
majority roulette system' has not yet crashed. Give it time,
missy. On mah'm, I am not a negative thinker, I am a realist, and
things don’t look bad 4 me. They look
monstrous and horrific
on the best attitude days. I have no peace in this hell
house, none. Let me blog that my stuff can
do some wild things, and in comes the Egg Harbor branch druggies
tonight, asking me questions about my stuff out of thin air.
At almost 1 AM, I
have 2 drive brother Marcus home, as he had come 4 a
visit. Also, they R using my
name with Verizon,
so they can get telephones.
U-C-I am basically cooperating with a totally
illegal operation, making me also complicit in any potential
prosecution that could arise some day, and which my
friend Karen warned me about may happen if
I remain here with this wonderful clan of jailbirds. U will
no longer hear me talk about or use the word 'TAWF', or any add ons
based on the root word; this is all history. I was in a small trance
earlier, and was given a huge new enlightenment that now forces me 2
blog my hell slightly differently. It seems I was going 2-B given
this revelation in about a year, but the 'TAWF' blogging was not
well received; and thus here is what I was
told ahead of schedule; and please bear in mind that I
know the Christian explanations and spin on my stories, Satan
this and the devil that, and I
believe all of U. I just do not C it in AD-100 terminology
and perception, as U all do. We R both looking at a bright orange,
and all U can C is the color orange, while I am able 2-C that it is
fruit, it tastes good, it can keep U alive; and on and on. I am not
as 'surface oriented', or light, as most people. I
go deep in thought, even if it is from observing the simplest thing;
as I know that simplicity can B
quite deceiving. It seems that the
KINGS all written about in
scripture, R part of a world power
and ownership, under the rule and control of SSJKK.
This is because they R indeed HER
family. Now families of course branch out and
intermarry; and many descendants of near and far branches normally
result, all though occasionally an entire line can die off, and
leave no reproduced survivors. Long
Story Short,
1,980 years ago, or there about; there was
quite a large family or offspring of Mary and Joseph; and
the eldest of the males, went on 2 create our Stuart line, that led
into the Huntington’s, the Mason’s, and now me; and
this oversimplifies a large bunch of trees and branches. Still,
N-J-J-C-K whisked Mary onto the Astral Plane for a little 'Judge
Tombay work', and then sent her back into this dream, and yes; there
R ways of keeping things with U when moving in and out of the
planes, but it requires a lot of
power. Basically, I now know that the other male children
were all killed off in the descendant futures in the 'HOLY-WARS',
that they propagated into, and B-4 the year of 600 ADEG; and
only my line was left. The girls
from the original clan do not count. The reason our line
escaped, was because 'SSJKK'
came into the dream, and wiped out a powerful
warrior clan of lords that were going 2 wipe this family off the map
forever. Then later still, I learned that Mary-2, the
Scotland Queen, was the victim of the same European war lords of
noble decent, and got the Queen of England at
the time 2 believe that my 22nd
granny was trying 2 steal her thrown, and then take over England.
It was a lie that got her head axed off.
So where was Adrian
Paul when I needed him???
Still this clan survived, and the dude passed the problem on 2
Herbert Huntington, who left Long Island, New York at a young age,
after taking a wife, and moving to the suburbs of Boston, and then
he shortly opened up a men’s clothing store. After the problem
that this clan faces struck full force, he was shoveling snow off of
his lawn one morning in February of 1949, without
being jacked into anything except 'Subterrania', and its nightmare
video-games, and suddenly planed that night 2 annihilate his family.
He took an ax 2 his wife and mother in law in their sleep,
and then went into the basement, and he hung himself, late in the
nineteen-forties. Then as a young child, I
inherited the sin debt of this world. This nightmare
curse is horrible, and none of U could ever take it. Now
when Mariena Krassle came here as shape shifter giant Paula King,
she raped me in an alleyway behind a bar on the first week of July
in 1969, and there was no astral miracle. 4th graders
know what happens, or can happen after sex is performed. I need not
teach anyone a thing that is reading this blog. Now it is my
responsibility 2 help the family, but what family? Did I not say
earlier on, that out of half a dozen or so male half brothers of
Jesus, or children of Mary and Joseph; only
3 of them actually made it in
descendant propagation, as far as
the late A-D-500’s? Then
did I not say that 2 of the 3 were murdered by warlords?
Well, shall we not forget the half brother of the clan, Jesus. Now
when 'SSJKK'
comes dreaming into here, even without conscious will; she
can pull off a lot of wild stuff. I have
seen so many things that she did on the Astral Plane throughout
eternity, it is not bloggable. What have I seen here?
Well, 4 starters, hindsight is 20/20, and my 3 huge interactions
with SSJKK were
all in mathematical Port-In-The-Storm-Years, or PITSY-YEARS,
being, 1969,
1980,
and 1994. Remember the
add 3 onto 11 progression. 1969
plus 11, and 1980 plus 11 plus 3, which comes to 1994. The
chain was 1969. The Lois Foca song was 1980. The major beach deal
with her parents chasing me away from her was when I was ‘dreaming’
it was 1994. After SSJKK told me that it is my
responsibility 2 accept and live with the curse of sin on me, as
well as always help the other remaining family as they need it, this
other remaining family had 2 get here through a complex series of
dream-downs off of the Astral Plane. All of
the Dan Brown
junk is totally fictional, except 4 the Mason click being extremely
protective about this entire family. Jesus did not marry, nor
have offspring. He was viciously executed by
the evil Roman empire via crucifixion, and later
was retraced. This was all done by the Briggers, who came
inside of this planet over one million years ago; and literally
built what the bible calls and refers 2 as 'HELL'.
It is hell because it is never visited by SSJKK
in any of its astral dream-downs (outs). It is where all of our
advanced recent technology of the past 100 years all came from, and
anyone that believes that 4 thousands of years, we had basically
nothing, and then suddenly, man, with no help simply just got this
advanced technologically, with absolutely no outside
interference/assistance; is indeed naïve, and is
also a totally blind fool pompous
glass.
It was no
accident that I joined up with a particular security
outfit in 2005, in middle March; and that within a short time
thereafter, a coworker guard named Sir
Christopher Bennett,
put me onto blogging. From here, I was engineered 2 meet Ed
Himacane at the Hammonton, NJ Library, and then his upstairs
neighbors, who happened 2-B-5th cousins 2 SSJKK-PIMC, in
the TAWF. It is not TAWF that is hurting me, but rather it is the
SUBTERRANEAN's. Now the Astral Plane Cult called 'BRIGGERS', come
down in their dreams first 2 here, and from here; they have created
the technology 2 do all the things that my blogs speak of. This is
not limited 2 creating 'pop-ups' and 'send-backs', distance delay
fields, positronic energy fields, 'tritronic connection warping
fields' such as the one triangulating
Haddonfield, Atlantic City, and Camden, all in New Jersey,
AVM recording and laser tracing, hologram area mood manipulation,
ETTOSIAN control, movable surface connection points (MSCP's), and so
much more. THIS IS THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL that controls everything
on Earth, but the evil third of it from the
Astral Plane Briggbase, is behind the construction of this planet
and the tunneled out area inside called HELL, Hades, or Subterrania.
The entire thing is sort of like a gargantuan
videogame. Also, this is not real. We think that it is
however. Our consciously-awake-mind is a system or entity, that
receives a signal from beyond the hyperspace of 5 dimensions, and
thus is in fact from the 'MIND',
or the sixth dimension.
So all of the wild miraculous junk that I must deal with day in and
day out, and no one believes is really happening 2 me, and all
around me, is my hell. Now I am
not sinless, nor R any of the
descendants of the human SAR from 2,000 years ago. Still,
we must endure the curse for the remainder of time that mankind
dreams these dreams down off of the astral realm, the 'timeless
purgatory'.
Finding out that I
could do some wild stuff was no picnic. I am not some friggin’
freak that gets off making things spin around, or effecting
machines, or manipulating the interaction of motion and my physical
body by way of what I term merging. It
all started with the Fascitar as this permitted me 2 explore other
realms of existence, and meet many strange beings that told me
things that I would have been better off not ever knowing.
One such thing is entering a mix-up trance. This is where U come
back into the physical body as sort of a 'sleepwalker'.
We all know that somnambulism
is real, and it is recognized by all members and specialists
of the medical profession. I can move through
air and water when I am astral, and if I choose 2 return 2 my body,
intentionally forgetting that I cannot, then
I still can. I can make astral objects by dreaming them
intentionally, and then they show up and do powerful things. This is
how I created all of the harassment around me in the middle 1980’s,
created all of the clocks and mirrors, and even though I told all of
U what happened 2 me in the Bradlees Store in 1997, first,
I made it all happen in what U would call a dream,
and then I made the dream come true.
If I do this however, I am punished
with horrible things not bloggable. In 1967, I was walking 2
a shopping center on Nicholson Road in West Audubon, NJUSAESMWG, and
suddenly became very angry and bitter. Within 15 minutes of starting
2 feel these powerful feelings, I remembered my entire life as I had
lived it nearly a trillion years ago, when the Earth and the time
of my current life was passing through the precise space last time,
in the long past closed curve that has been, and will always B by
our frame of reference; endlessly repeating
and looping around. Then in the spring of 1969, I boarded
the newly built train at the Westmont station and as I was heading
into Haddonfield, the next stop on the train line 2 the east; a
voice entered my thoughts that told me, “This
is where it begins, this is where U will remember it all from, it
starts now” Boom, like the
guns of friggin” Naverone, I suddenly remembered billions of times
that I have gone around this loop of hell. 4 a short time
following this event, I tried 2 tell the 'adult world' that I
already was an adult and had lived my entire life over and over.
'Natch', no one would believe me, and
eventually I was thrown out of school, and placed into special
education. Who do I have 2 blame 4 all
of this? Me, what did I do? THEM? What did they do? If I take a
knife and slice myself up real bad, do
I then take a hammer 2 the knife, and scream and shout and curse at
the knife? So I have 2 help my family, and B there 2 support
them. I will spend the rest of my life now as a slave, taking people
at all hours of the day and night all over creation. I will watch
them take everything that I have, which isn’t much 2 start with. I
will do whatever I can, like bandaging Chicky’s finger, and
kissing everybody’s rectum. What I
do not understand is how this can B real. It
is the quintessential situation of the surreal. Here
we R yesterday watching the first African
American take the office of President of the United States,
while I sit in here,
a forced eternal slave.
If this is right, then Lincoln was more correct than anyone then
could have possibly anticipated, when he said that “Right
makes might”, especially on the other end of a wormhole. I
say this because obviously living more than 54 years here in my
current hell dream-down, off of the Astral Plane; I know with total
certainty that indeed, MIGHT MAKES RIGHT.
If U have the might, the power, the resources; then U have the world
by the friggin’ testicles; and if U-R meant
2-B under some kind of a curse, then wow, get ready as here it comes
BRO, and there is not one single
solitary thing that U can do 2 stop it, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jennifer at Atlanticare said it all 2 me a few years back, or maybe
it was only one. She told me in a questionable way, “what would
it prove if I came down 2 Atlantic City, and leaped over the
building where she is working on Providence Avenue”? It would
prove that I came down 2 Atlantic City, and leaped over a building,
Jen; not Howard, and definitely naught Johnson. Oh well, she seems
2-B quite proficient at knowing these types of things. I believe her
anyway. She makes more sense than a team of butt wipes that would
love 2 make fun of the eternal freak.
If it was not past 3
and a half of the clock, believe me I would type on and on. Ole’
wind bag Mountainpen, huh? Well as I said, enjoy my blogs if U like
them, and if U don’t, cool, just change
the 'BLANNEL', (blogging-channel). I never understood a
person glued 2 a TV set, complaining endlessly and vigorously about
the content of a show. Turn the channel, or better; shut
off the idiot box all together, and put the Lambrigg Cult out of
business. I do not hold animosity towards them or the
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. Live
long and prosper with Mister Spock. Just leave me alone, and
let me find some way of reaching eternal sleep. That is all I have
ever wanted 4 quintillions of endless eons, me'
BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GOOGLE,
SWIS, KSWL-2299, this is all copyrighted as Michael
Mountainpen-2009. It is the entire truth with no falsehoods herein,
and nothing has been added nor subtracted 2 these truths, so
help me SSJKK----U would all say, GOD.
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Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 12:41 AM
As 4 'adult playground rage', and discussions thereof right around the vely same times that these words were all penned by me up at the great King-Marhouse, owned by Honorable Hammonton Judge and real estate investor, Frank Rasso; who adores his Bavarian Motor Works cars of Germany so much, YUK; file that away with unhinged lakehouse doors and lovely Dawn King removing them all, and this will B topic of soon discussions only now on a much higher level. Also, I meant 2 say Ann King Silva, and not her daut-Dawn, when I said that 'OH WELLLLL” thing, a short while back, on a prior writing. My mind slipped on a couple of things I do believe. WOW, so WEIN?, & U know, as in SOSO-SSDD!!!!! Gee willagars whiz-fizz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What I will B really harping on as next year comes around, in the mortal world waking illusion of 5-D; is the dream about the GAMES EXPERT AT THE TRANSDIMENSIONAL DELLWAY ARMS APARTMENT JOINT, that I experienced in late 2007 somewhere, unless me' memory is a wee tad bit off here, lovely Mizz PHHH, oh great awesome mah'm!!!!! Just a couple of months after my telling about this online on my early 2008 blogs, POW, the great CBS TV-NETWORKS come out with that marvelous wild show we all know and love, called, “THE MENTALIST”, with awesome Mister Patrick Jane. Every single thing told in my wild dreaming experience months earlier, someone or something Mister HALLS-FAWCES, gave 2 this so-called TV-fictional character Mister Jane. Y have I waited so long 2 do this, some may wonder. Hey, the Mountainpen has his reasons BRRRRRRRRRRRR, so just know that if U ever ever ever knew anything at all whatsoever, YO!!! Last night, I was back in one of my several repeat-dreams where there is no time serial flow 2 it but the repeat of it merely has 2 do with where I am and that there is always some trouble getting across the bridge. Again last night, there I was, right at the foot of the NO JOY ZEE side of the world famous Philadelphia BENJAMIN FRANKLIN BRIDGE, a bridge named after poor old little me, like WOW, huh there DIANA?
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