THE GALANET GIVETH AND TAKETH AWAY

Things simply don't get much worse than they have been 4 me, especially since the demise of both my mother and my best fried, Sir David Charles Roth back in the end of the 2^nd millennium and the beginning of the 3^rd millennium. Also, unless my theory concerning the Galanet is what is happening, then I have simply no rational logical possible explanation 4 just Y my Morianity Online blogging Project has its wild and beyond unfathomably bizarre up and down roller coaster view counts every so often. ONLY GALANET is a potential logical way of seeing what is going down here, Sir coworker Joseph 1980 Sivo, and great Esquire of Moorestown, both from NJUSAESMWG, in 1981. The science behind my theory is absolutely feasible and able 2 support what may indeed B happening, and then what must B faced here is quite beyond boldly audacious and extremely inconceivable. That would also sort of prove, would it naught l;ovely Mizz AT&T Blake, that what my words R saying and what I the Mountainpen am indeed proclaiming here, must B of a powerful major significance and importance, not so much now in the early 21^st century, but maybe very far out in the 'future' or 'anti-matter space' somewhere, possibly thousands of years away, where right now this minute, 2 them, and by their perspective; it is now and present; and they R reading the words that I have not yet even typed, along with all of them that I have typed so far, and posted online, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In fact, “the possibilities”, 2 quote lovely actress Elizabeth Montgomery, 2 her husband Sir Dick Sergeant, on that incredible cool television show from the 1960's, called 'Bewitched', “R indeed endless” here!!!!!!!!!!!!

I made another 60 units in today's roulette game using the 4 day and counting AIR DEATH SIEGE NUMBERS of 0-00-23-27. It was a quick game and poof, B-4-I knew it, I was out of the HPMM Casino with a whopping 60 unit profit, and even on the nickel gaming level, that is a nice cool glass 300 smacks 4 doing nothing more thasn sitting down and playing a silly casino game that has been around since the Trappis Monk named Sir Herman Roule invented it more than 3 centuries ago when I was a Native American squaw who got herself shot while sitting in an old wooden canoe, by a jealous dude on the shoreline who confiscated an old British Musket type of weapon form a local colonist during one of many nasty skirmishes, and misunderstanding my motives 4 sitting there with his pal when all I wanted 2 do was get him a nice gift. I will never forget the feeling of life literally going out of me when I was shot right in the goddasmn forehead, then pow, the next thing I knew was that I was 8 years old or so and me' name was Benny Frank. WOW-THAT!!!!!!! 2 this very day should someone point a sharp object at me, it is like holding a cross up in the face of a fictional plucking vampire, and I turn away with a serious migraine headache that is beyond what words can describe. I will testify under court oath anytime 2 any and all things ever written in my story, in any court on this planet. I wish I could now testify in court 2 what is happening 2 me with my toilet and now recently, also my goddamn refrigerator, and here is the story of the newest crap with the fridge, YO BRO: I may not B able 2 enjoy ice cream until the problem is rectified. I never had problems with it B-4 and have lived here just shy of 3 full goddamn years now. My ice cream always was a solid as a goddamn grassmole brick, until 5 days or so ago, suddenly it was softer, drinks in the lower fridge area were noticeably warmer, and although my meats were still safely frozen and not going bad, there is a noticeable difference, and the only possible thing was that the knob that controls the temperature inside the box had somehow been accidentally moved during food being placed in or out of it. Well, when I moved in here, I definitely remember this box having both a control knob 4 the fridge as well as the freezer, 4 adjusting the temperature. But now suddenly like total POTTER-POOF-MAGIC (PPM) there is only the knob in the fridge part, and the gismo in the freezer that I absolutely know used 2-B a temperature controling knob, is just some unmovable plug of some type. This is something that I've never seen inside of any fridge or freezer in my entire life, and I am 69 years and 3 days old today on this PEARL HARBOR DAY of wild dreams, and yes, we will go there in a minute, as last night, I had a wild super dandy-doozie whopper of a dream with LIGHTNING!!!!!!!!!!!! This knob simply does not move now, but it did when I first moved into here, and I would swear 2 this gladly, IN ANY GODDAMN COURT IN THE NAME OF GOD ALMIGHTY, IN THE WORLD, EVEN AT THE TRIBUNAL HAGUE COURTS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! Also, it had numbers on it and now it is nothing but a round circle protruding out from the wall of the freezer's left side rear, and on the gismo is something resembling almost like what would B plugged into something, and yes, I will say it, it looks exactly and I do mean Sidney Cohen Crown precisely in late summer time 1969, as that gismo thing on Mister Mowry's machine near his large desk in that wild nightmare back last springtime somewhere, that I unplugged, and the dream poofed off and ended the split second that I did it, and then my life altered 4 me again, and yes; in just the same exact way and manner, as it did when I came out of my AUGUST 15, 1986 EXPERIENCE, from Landlord Barf-Karpf's rented home, at 1931 Marlton Pike, in CHERRY HILL, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!! I swear under everything it is completely fully totally whole and 'holy' as well as 'unholy', speaking in middle age terminology here; right here an dnow under this voluntarily taken oath of total utter truth so help me ubnder my citizenship of the USA and under my great GODDESS-SSJKK (GOD), that this is the absolute truth so help me. Put me under oath right now, FBI, or anyone else, and I do not wish 2 ever go 2 futhermucking jail, and would never lie under oath, not even 4 mobsters, I'd rather have them ice me, nice and quick, pow-pow, it's over. I won't lie under oath not even 4 the 'damn families', magic cool dice numbers, 1997 songs, Tina Reese dudes, or potato chip women!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO WOW THAT. This deal with my goddessdog fridge is REAL, it is REALE, and it is true blue Amy Cooley Curtains closing the show time, in or out of any years with 1983 printed on calendar faces, BRAHHHHHHHHHH! Now my landlord was with me and so was his wife earlier today, as they were putting a Santa Claus statue into the community room with another couple right around the same time as my recyclable collectors had come 2 pick up my green recycle bin. I am not going 2 say anything more, other than I wish the goddamn FBI would come here and have me put under legal oath, and I will swear 2 stuff that will totally blow this planet right smack dab OUT OF ITS MOTHER ******* ORBIT FOREVER AND EVER, 2 say it a wee tad bit biblically, huh Patty and Merry, and Cooley Hall lobbies of Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG?

SUPER BOTBAR DAY, 10-17-2018, 4 PM.

BLOG 49 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

SUB-TITLE:

''GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS''

CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3

ENDocrinologists AND END TRANSMISSION.

I just had a conversation with a Tech-Support telephone systems agent at the Comcast Cable Company/xfinity. While doing my prior blog, #48, and keeping to all of the agreed upon RED-LINES NO CROSSING DEALS MADE WITH TAWF, and my wacko kid, the harassers called me four times again so now I know the DEAL IS OFF, and we will just march along, FULL SPEED PLUCKING AHEAD HERE!!!!!!!!!! The maintenance people all left, and the super horrendous noise bullshkit has stopped, at least for right now. This has really been a major BROTHER DUCKING SUPER BOTBAR DAY, KIND SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, AND I NEED YOUR HELP, SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, I'll tell you all where this horrible mother ******* **** all started, with this powerful monster rotten dream or hyperspace-interaction, that I found myself in just before awakening out of it in a shaking sweaty horror!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was working at my old security-guard location up in Jersey, called, “Cifaloglio”. Instead of it being a trash collection site, sort of a miniature BFI or WM; it seemed to be a large area of woods and homes that had a team of security guards, because of some wild event that had just happened. Maybe even Marshall Law had been declared, as I am not going to say, as I am not totally sure; but something was absolutely not right! There was a boy, who was a White-Caucasian, a male teen, about 13-15 years of age, with brown hair and eyes, and about 5 feet four inches tall, weighing approximately 150 pounds; who was messing with me big time. Since I am being screwed with today by this harasser who I believe my messed up daughter has put up to doing this; I can see what Morianity calls the TOSE, being completely involved here, in-between the two parallel worlds, here, and over there where my spirit-me was 'dreaming', (TOwel-Seepage Effect). Even with all of this monster horrible bird swallowing pig piss going on around me today, I'm still not going to reveal the entire mess; and it is beyond the pale putrid and horrendous, kind SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, but where are you today??????????????????? Jesus freaking Christ Almighty, for pity sake!!!!! I'll only say that this boy kept asking me if I had taken my medication today, and that he had heard me doing and saying some really crazy **** and was going to tell his friends along with my boss. I told him that he was trespassing on a private part of the area, and that he will be sorry if he makes trouble for me, as I will have him up on these charges. He then pulls out his phone and speed dials a ten digit number, and called my mom over at her job in Philadelphia. After five seconds or so, my phone rang in my pocket and it was my mom screaming her head off at me for something, and we got into a gargantuan loud phone-fight. The very last thing that she said to me was that she and Patty were going to come over to the jobsite and make trouble for me, and that the boy was going to somehow provide some weird proof that I had done some incredible bad thing, and I was going to go to jail. I totally knew that I was being framed, and had no recourse. I drove out of the area and headed up north, and was planning to go up to New York City and see one of Roy Carl Weiler Senior's friends, from the jobsite in both worlds, as over here, he worked with me at Cifaloglio; as well as wrote that book back in the twenty-ohs, called, “Secrets of the Museum”. His book was about the Roundhouse Museum of Egg Harbor City, just blocks away from where he resides on Philadelphia Avenue. This girlfriend of his has a place somewhere on Staten Island, at least over here in this universe, and the gods only know what the mother ******* **** is all happening out there in that parallel world place, where my damn ass spirit was obviously dreaming in!!!

I am going to say that I never drove all the way up to NYC, and I awakened out of that horrible freaking nightmare before I even got driving very far down the (95) Interstate and in fact, I may have still been in Mount Laurel, just getting off of Highway #295 and driving towards the entrance onto the interstate, near the bus terminal where my mom and her friend Shirley and coworker Jane Davis, and myself, all met in the early eighties, to take Atlantic City Casino tour bus trips, as was told on recent blogs, that I cannot wait to further get into now, since these horrible ******* rats birds just won't stop persecuting me to my trucking total grave, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But anyway, I do remember that this friend of Roy's was somehow connected with this friend of Frank Callio, who I was supposed to go up and bring a lovely and expensive 'boukay' of flowers to, along with a tape of my song written in 2000, called, “Atlantic Queen”. Spellchecker is mother plucking totally worthless, not showing me how to properly and correctly spell the 'flower word', but I know you all know what I am saying, YO!!!!!! By the way, before I forget, let me hit my damn clutch pedal here, and switch gears, just for a quick seck. There is no one place, that the ******* hackers keep switching my WEATHERBUG-APP to. But all I have to do in order to get the weather for my town to come back, long enough for me to post up a report; is to click into the box that says “CHANGE LOCATIONS”, and it will go back; oh great mighty Federal Bureau of Investigation, ACLU, Federal Trade Commission, Federal Communications Commission, and etcetera, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

JESUS MOTHER LOVING CHRIST IN GODDARN HELL. This is ridiculous, MR. Mack Kaiter!!!!!!!!

And U-2, oh lovely Mizz 1997 Katy Queen.

All soap-mouth people, from Mister Kaiter, my old Maryland camp counselor, to country bumpkin curse-word haters of 1986, in the back woods of Medford Refrigeration Lakes, up there in Hicksville-Jersey, I have one thing to say to y'alls. You just try going through what mother ******* HALLS-FAWCES puts the MOUNTAINPEN through, day in and day out for 30-50+ years now, and see what kind of sanity or language, that you'd be left with, me' BRO!!!!! I'm busy on my blog, Mister Wilbur MacAfee, YO, don't bug me, me' BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! TANKS!!! You almost nailed me AGAIN, Mizz Sleaze-weeds Total-disease Jane Notfondau 1-BIT!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTTTTTTT, I managed to catch it, and block it; so HA-HA-HA-HA-HA, and aha-aha-aha-aha 2-U-2, Mister Michael Freaking 1971 McNulty, of Exton, Pennsylvania, United States of America, ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW THAT PATTY.

You know, when she had all of that powerful information on her office desk that day, in the early middle seventies somewhere; me' kind folks and blogaudians; she wanted me to never ever learn that she personally wanted this information to fall into my hands and a very clever plan of hers, very nearly made sure that this would happen, BUT JUST NOT DAMN ASS QUITE, YO! There is powerful dog**** in this cosmos, and MORIANITY has labeled it LAWTRONICS, or for a shorter abbreviation, also calls it the NUKE-RULES. I have come to know that originally, this was on her desk, and by late in the afternoon, she had thrown it into her waste basket next to her desk. Many would say, and everyone who works in the psych industry, that this kind of magical and schizophrenic thinking on my part, is why I am, to put it semi-kindly, a weirdo nutcase crackpot! Well, my response right back is along the lines of a coworker's response to something that I had spoken one evening, while employed at the RPL Sound Recording Laboratories, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, by the name of Mizz Mashell Daniels, and that was, “Well Mark, you're entitled to your opinion”! I think if she had spoken the word “ENTITLED” any louder or more angrily, it would have grown legs from her lips, and punched me right in my ugly pus. 'Oh well'; Ann King. BUT STILL, Lenny Brisco; I am entitled to believe that Patty was an extremely clever person, and she may still be. I am out of all loops, and have no clue who is alive and who has returned to the 'great-beyond'! BUTTTTTTTT I do know this folks. She wanted me to have this information, knowing fully well that I would choose to learn all about the Fascitar, and she wanted to be obscure and secretive to the very end, about who was behind this great OZ-CURTAIN, as well as a whole lot of other ones! The Fascitar is more than special secretive information from 2000 years before the common era (BC) written on stone tablets by powerful mountain people. Don't anyone out here ever say that the great ancient Guatemalan culture of mystery and intrigue, got the end of the world wrong. They never said that the end of the year 2012 was “the end of the world”. Study it all for yourself. BUTTTTTTTT, I'll tell you a huge ass ******* secret right here and right now, U awesome kind folks. When Mister Buttwipe Zimmerman shot and killed that poor young lad, Treyvon Martin; I KNEW on that very week, that the world had turned another “1967 Pat Fat Slob Robertson Cornerstone”! And I was 100%++++ correct. This was one CURVE that even HER FATHER was ahead on, and ahead of all of you out here 2!!! I just knew it; and then the shootings just went on and on and on, and I was right!!!!!!! I don't need any blues or crushes or other teen movies here, to tell me a damn thing, Admiral Whalespock, sir, YO, or even Admiral Francis Perry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND:

THAT'S JUST REALITY, SON!

RANDOMLY PULLED FROM MY PC FILES:

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 125

The minute I made real trouble for these washcloths, Mizz Hilary, you and I both know, with or without being snowed in; just what went down all around me. I thought you might want to have some wild stuff to use on the guy. If you want to do it all in secret, please be my guessed guess, as I will not in any way disapprove. The ESS may not ever be stopped or exposed, but I feel you and hubby know some little bit about these top secret truths from Majestic Level TS-#12! Everything we hear about the Hold the Mayo Clinic is that it is free. But when I called, it was NOT FREE. We all know how this works, and this is how the entire election has been rigged so far with everybody. No one ever wants to know truths that are as horrible and monstrous as what I know to be true.

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Last night I was in that parallel universe where the Cifaloglio place is very different. I wanted to control the trip, but found myself powerless to do so, limiting me to a type-2-Exploratron. There are many reasons for why it is no easy task for moving into a more than one ambiguous meaning journeyman type-3 from type-1 or type-2 exploratron. It is just easier for me to go around again, and be on that stinking rotten train and go into my next cycle. I feel that each time I go through this, things are progressing worse and worse. I have two choices if I can ever not allow the enemies who appear to be following me back each time, to convince me I am just a delusional buttwipe kid. I am keeping both of these things to myself, for very obvious reasons, and my Milituforce enemies may think they have successfully crawled into my head and know, but I promise them that they are not as darn smart as they may think they are.

Friday and Sunday mornings, I suffered through two more extremely horrendous leg charlie horses, Friday was my left calf, while this morning, it was my right calf. The pain is Christless excruciating if I do say so myself! It may take me a trillion years, but I know fully well I will watch all of these rotten stinking no good bums suffer under inconceivable torment for all eternity, for what they have done to me! Oh baby, is that ever a total promise, YO!

We will be talking about why anyone can pull at random, from a TV-off air taped video library, to a computer open office file, to anything, anywhere, at any time; and then literally come to see the explosive reality of Mister James Redfield, and his mighty revelations to the world, two decades back; regarding the never ending messengers who secretly live and dwell, deep inside of the worlds of coincidence, and other words that he uses in his marvelous, and truly beyond outstanding books, regarding his trips down into Peru, in South America. What he learned shortly after Dave Roth and I were also exploring this, back while I was residing at the great and powerful NON-OZ Highview Apartments; is inconceivably astonishing. I swear to all that' both holy and unholy, that this goes beyond being unfathomable to the power of a thousand. What we can all do and learn from this powerful **** is beyond even the mind blown Count Richard Lennon Von Marcucciess, of 1969!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We have not even so much as begun to get into all of this incredible crap, Mizz Carpenter, so WOW ALL OF THIS; PATTY H.

END TRANSMISSION.

SUPER BOTBAR DAY, 10-17-2018, 2 P.M.

BLOG 48 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

SUB-TITLE:

''GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS''

CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3

Numbers are beyond wild, and anything BUT impersonal, Mister David Leigh Smith. I am not going across any RED LINES, as the phone harassment has backed off somewhat. I keep deals that I make. It is ashame that when those around you have all of the power, they can absolutely control your entire life, and limit the so-called freedom that you were taught back in freaking grammar school, that you had as an American Citizen. The great U. S. © Office has a 1988 collection of cassette tapes that is the Epitome of Harassment, TAPED VERSION, as opposed to the INTERNET VERSION, where I sent down a very wild powerful conversation that took place in the American Honda Security Guard-House, in Mount Laurel, New Jersey, USAESMWG on Valentine's Day of 1988, where David Roth was shouting all about this very thing. He was so beyond correct, and totally ahead of his time, NO RED LINE parallels, just sayin'!

The WEATHERBUG APP hackers are a high school in Indiana somewhere. The next time it pops on, I will give you their weather address. Only THEY could have done this, and I do not know why, unless certain peeps put them up to it, you know, the Braxton crew. Speaking of garbage like this; the WE CHANNEL took off the mother ******* “Law & Order” television show. My TV sucks now, and I plan to get rid of the entire package. If COMCAST does not let me out of the contract, I'll just quit paying the bill, and then they will shut it off. Screw my mother ******* credit rating ****! I am not paying out from my miniscule mother ******* disability monies, to multi billionaire hacking scum who deliver nothing but headaches and heartbreaks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take that straight to the TD BANK, kind folks!

Here is the weather from THE WEATHER CHANNEL as of approximately a quarter shy of two this **** chewing horrendous Wednesday butt-wiping afternoon. This mother ******* upstairs nabe is about to have me CALL 911. The hammering is extremely loud, beginning at mother ******* 2:11, and the enemies TOTALLY KNOW that my machine is always ****** up and displays the time on the screen an hour earlier during DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME parts of the year. So Jane Slutbag Fonda screwed me good, making me see the ONES. Here is my **** phlegm RAPED (compensated) FIVE numbers, now!

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As I said, I was about to do the goddamn mother ******* weather report, when this bitch above me started with her **** eating sledge hammer on my **** swallowing walls, KIND SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Temperature: 87 at 1:48 in Fort Pierce, FL.

Humidity is 61%, feeling like 93 DF.

Wind blowing from the E at 10 MPH.

There are no wind gusts presently.

It is partly cloudy in town, it says, well, where I am I'd put it at just about completely sunny.

Tomorrow's prediction is partly cloudy.

High of 87 D-F, with possible showers and storms.

Wind out of the ENE at 10-15 MPH.

Upstairs has maintenance in there, making horrible loud mother ******* sounds. This day is beyond SUPER BOTBAR. First super sledge hammering sounds, now super loud power tool buzzing is going on. It sounds like the entire mother ******* apartment is being demolished by miniature nukes! I awoke from horrible mother ******* **** chewing NIGHTMARES about an hour ago. I thought I could escape by remaining awake here, but the same FAWCES there are making my life here TOTAL ******* HELL, SHERIFF, SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MAGNESONIC, G-7 OPEN COMMAND. HEAR MY VOICE PRINT ON ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS. WHOEVER IS PERSECUTING ME WITH NIGHTMARES AND NOISE TODAY, WILL BE TOTALLY WIPED OUT AND DESTROYED, ALONG WITH ALL WHOM THEY LOVE. USE BOTH AD AND ZD TECHNOLOGIES. SCAN FOR WHOEVER IS DESTROYING MY ENTIRE LIFE, AND USING ICPE-APE AGAINST ME, AND WIPE THEM OUT UNDER TOTAL CRUSH DESTRUCT PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM ORDERS, ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A-B-TONE PHASING SYSTEM. MY OLD STYLE AT&T TONES ARE NOW DATA-TRANSFERED TO MY VOICE PRINT USING THE LONG-EEEE-VOWEL SOUND, WITH THE 'A' TONE PRINTED IN COLOR RED, AND THE 'B' TONE PRINTED IN COLOR BLUE.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO CG-18, UNDER G-189, G-13, AND STOP!

The nightmares were absolutely ******* off the dial horrific and putrid. My mother was in it and was a total ******* monster! I had a boy of approximately age 14 years or so who was really screwing with me, and I was back at Cifaloglio in this parallel ****hole world, and in a reality where my mom was alive and living with me, and still working at the shipping company over in Philly. This nightmare was so horrible, that even the Mountainpen wouldn't dare to blog the details of it. Many times, indeed, when I pop out of a nightmare, where I am being major HALLS-FAWCES PERSECUTED, my life here follows suit immediately or within a tiny march of minutes from getting the hell out of ******* bed, BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

I was planning to do some light errands this afternoon, but when a day goes this bad, straight out of the mother ******* ***** huffing gate; I DO NOT GO ANY FURTHER FROM MY DOOR, THAN THE DAMN ASS TRASH CHUTE! Even by throwing trash out constantly, the goddamn roaches here in this damn hellhole are beyond unmentionable and monstrous, KIND SHERIFF, YO!!!!!

ENDlessness AND END TRANSMISSION.

BLOG 47 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

SUB-TITLE:

''GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS''

CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3

I AM BEING SUPER ******* COMPUTER HACKED TONIGHT, SHERIFF MASCARA, AND MY TELEPHONE HARASSERS ARE MAJOR BAD ALSO. PLEASE EXPECT ME TO ARRIVE SOMETIME TOMORROW AFTERNOON, AT YOUR MIDWAY ROAD OFFICE, SIR. I WANT YOU TO GET MY NUT JOB DAUGHTER OFF OF MY BACK, ALONG WITH HER FRIENDS AND FAMILY, SIR, TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think the proof that I am planing to take with me will dispel many or most of any of your doubts, regarding me, and my nightmare story. As for making you believe me about the ESS, hey; I am not greedy. We won't even be going there, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh yes, my WEATHERBUG-APP POPPED ON, TELLING ME THAT IT IS 28 DEGREES; KIND SHERIFF MASCARA SIR. I GODDAMN WISH!!!

Yes it is now eight of the clock on this **** huffing Sunday night. Ever since Thursday afternoon; HALLS FAWCES, TAWF, THE ESS, THE WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, or “whatever” Congressman Robert Andrews, or anyone else may choose to call this horrible bunch of nightmarish toilet germ bags; have been on me like black flies on a hot July garbage truck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MAGNESONIC, G-7 OPEN COMMAND. HEAR MY VOICE PRINT ON ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS. WHOEVER IS PERSECUTING ME WITH MY TELEPHONE, AND HACKING MY PERSONAL COMPUTER, WILL BE TOTALLY WIPED OUT AND DESTROYED, ALONG WITH ALL WHOM THEY LOVE. USE BOTH AD AND ZD TECHNOLOGIES. SCAN FOR WHOEVER IS DESTROYING MY ENTIRE LIFE, AND USING ICPE-APE AGAINST ME, AND WIPE THEM OUT, UNDER TOTAL CRUSH DESTRUCT PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM ORDERS, ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A-B-TONE, PHASING SYSTEM. MY OLD STYLE AT&T TONES ARE NOW DATA-TRANSFERED TO MY VOICE PRINT, USING THE LONG-EEEE-VOWEL SOUND, WITH THE 'A' TONE PRINTED IN COLOR RED, AND THE 'B' TONE PRINTED IN COLOR BLUE.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO CG-18, UNDER G-189, G-13, AND STOP!

Now since it is not mother ******* goddamn **** sucking 28 degrees, I of course already have a weather report to give you all, from my Comcast-television system at my local Channel-25, which here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USA-ESMWG, is “THE WEATHER CHANNEL”.

At 5:49 PM. On 10-14-2018:

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83 degrees, and sunny, feeling like 99 DF.

Tonight, a 75% chance of storms, with a 40% chance of some rain.

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Tomorrow's Forecast: high of 77 degrees and feeling close to a buck and a nickel, with a 10% chance of rain.

Tuesday's predicted high is 88 D-F, with mostly sunny skies.

Wednesday's predicted high is 87 D-F, with partly cloudy skies.

I have been sent a message to “QUIT CROSSING OVER RED LINES”, with my kid and her family, OR ELSE; kind Sheriff, sir!!!!!!

This is what 'THEY' do to me, when I go too far; kind Sheriff KJM, sir, YO!!!!!!! Freedom in this nation, is nonexistent. It is all about how powerful people are, and that alone will depend on the degree and amount of freedom that is available to us. I'll bet dollars to damn donuts, kind sir, that I'm not teaching you one little tiny thing here, SIR!!!

Yes folks, on top of death siege persecution, I am sweltering in the heat, with mediocre air conditioning, here in this lovely Public Housing Building. Even the people down at the Palm Beaches, the local TV media, where I receive my local news information from; are saying that 'this is ridiculous'. Autumn temperatures just are not coming. Even if the daily highs are maybe two degrees over normal for middle October, the lows are way too high. It should be getting down into the lower seventies, instead of maybe, and I mean maybe; an occasional night where the damn temps drop just out of the eighties, by maybe a lousy ass degree or two!!!!!!!!!!

After getting out of bed late, maybe around a half hour give or take, my harasser called me and refused to say a word. The caller-ID display comes up as 5:28 PM 10-14, and only displays the words, “Private Number”. They hack into my settings at my Comcast Account, and no matter how many times I go to a 'block-call on private numbers'; the hackers get in, and reverse it to 'undo the feature', just as they undo my Studder-Tone voice-mail feature. BUTTTTTTTT, these **** lickers then did another parlor trick to me today. Five seconds after I answered the phone and said “hello”, they were ready to call me instantly again, making the Call-Waiting beep go off, and the display on the Television Screen came on. This time, the Identifier System picked up the following information: 5:28 PM 10-14, and above that, it read Fawn Grove, PA. Below this, it read, (717) 897-1801. For those who know about the monster slut neighbor, that moved into the apartment below me, when I resided at 1802 Robin Hill, the friend of Debbie Harry the Playboy Bunny; she was in Apartment #1801. Interesting coincidence, huh????????

Now while my physical body lay sleeping on my bed, my spirit was exploring the hyperspace, in a very wild parallel universe, where STARBURN OUTREACH DEVELOPMENT CORPORATION exists; as I have told you all about on numerous blogs, throughout the past dozen plus years now; since Morianity began in January, of the year 2006. I was on the Starburn ODI HQ (Headquarters) property, somewhere in Eastern-Central-Pennsylvania, on the Starburn Lake; which is a man-made lake, made by us, the property developers. I was on a boat on this lake, and I was with the man, who here in this universe, is an actor by the name of Steven Hill. This was the dude who played the part of the original District Attorney, Mister Adam Schiff, of New York County, on the fictional television show, called “Law & Order”. I had become totally aware in this experience, that I was really me over here in this universe; & yet was inside of this-double-of-myself, over there in that parallel world. When I became fully aware, this makes me a “Type-3-Exploratron”. So I tested out what I believed to be true about EXPLORATRONICS. I was then able to take temporary control over my doppelganger-self. I shifted the conversation around from what my other self persona in hyperspace was talking about, some mundane trivial nonsense; and I began to tell this man all about the parallel world where another me was living, and was being persecuted to death. But then something beyond weird happened. It seems that it is not quite as cut and dried to be able to do this take-over of becoming dominant rather than just recessant, in a doppelganger hyperspace body. Mister Schiff instantly told me, right as I began to feel this weird surge of cohesiveness between the two-me's, that he also is asleep and in control. It seems that only a truly advanced T-3-E is able to be in total charge. What I mean here folks, quite frankly and directly, is that when one of them decides to take you on a dream-journey, as I'll phrase it; and then you as part of their experiment, attempt to control your own lab-rat-self; they get onto it immediately. I then was switched right back to my recessant self, where as you all know, many 'dreams' feel as if you're watching a movie, and in fact, you sort of are. Then he really began to pump me for a whole lot of information. I tried hard to resist, but found myself just talking away, or really, found my other self doing it, and I was totally helpless to stop it, just watching the damn dream movie. I was only a T2E, without any control. He made me tell all sorts of secrets, but then he did a little bit of quid pro quo, back to my other self. He asked me if I remember the major times of my telephone harassment, back in that parallel world? He was speaking of my life here while awake and conscious. He then went onto tell me that my 1983 days in Atco, as well as my 2000-2004 days at Jenny's Trailer Park, were all being done by the same people; and that they are doing it again in 2018, and they were doing it last Christmas time in late 2017 also. I asked him how it was possible that a thirteen year old girl could know all about me, as well as do all of these powerful electronic parlor tricks? He then told me to see the horrible nightmare truth, that Pink Goddess is indeed my incredible daughter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You see Sheriff Mascara sir; I am powerless to fight such forces and inconceivable powers! The conversation went on quite a while on this boat, out on Starburn Lake, in this parallel world. Just me and Adam Schiff. Or do I call him Steven Hill. Or for that matter, do I call him the Atlantic City Mailman? No Sheriff sir, I NEVER FORGET ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!!! NEVER! I doubt that the great American Telephone and Telegraph Corporation does either!!!!!!!!!

The EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, or whatever they call themselves; is a lot more than spiritual travelers, or Astral Plane Coins and Coils, who lose too much energy, and need to replenish, and while doing so; dream down into waking world hyperspace. All things that exist physically, after mighty Einstein's information, of 'energy being divided by the square of the constant'; exist as two realities or TRUTHS. They exist as their own actual isness of beingness. Then they exist as collections of similarities. This is a powerful Morianity principal, that I've not yet so much as “Karen Carpenter begun” to tackle, with my Blogaudians, YET!!!!!!!! This is why reality alters, by having a group of players walk over to a roulette table, as long as this group, are all players who come to roulette tables, where various numbers are spun by dealers. Each person then will effect outcomes of the new wheel, where they are in close proximity to, standing or seated. The effects are not real large, or for that matter, real small, but they indeed are as true and real as the hair on our heads, or the lack thereof in many cases such as mine; without having access to two 'one-quart' teenaged blood transfusions per week, like dirtball Mister Man! The guy is freaking 70, and he looks 33 for crissake!

Beginning next week, Mountainpen's Blogs will not make subtle hints, or discuss in any way, THAT-FAMILY. In exchange, the phone harassment STOPS! So if you want this little deal, it is your move! I'll be waiting for your answer. Also, I have removed my kid from my will, and placed my father's sea charts in the hands of the Fisher Museum of Florida, when I expire! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

But speaking ever so indirectly about the music world, let me say something that even TAWF has no right to tell me what to, and what not to say, or discuss. All my life, and I mean all of it; my adult life anyway, since a year or two, or three, after being out of school, from the Cooley Hall Nut-Kid Joint, on Hopkins Road, in Haddonfield, New Jersey, USAESMWG; I HAVE BEEN ABSOLUTELY COMPLETELY STOPPED from doing MUSIC, the one thing I have always had a passion for, and some talent in. I do not have the big bucks, nor was I willing to become part of some drug-thug culture, in order to get the big bucks, so I could obtain the great musical apparatus that allows a person's music to really shine, both instrumentally, as well as vocally; and the whole damn 324 inches. On top of that, I have not imagined for one lousy damn minute, not ever, that even when I am willing to pay lots of money to have my stuff done professionally at studios; somehow they always manage to make it second-rate or even mickey mouse sounding, as if they have been either influenced from their dreams and sleep, or paid or threatened off directly; but they never ever do any of the good stuff to the vocals that we all hear on TV and radio and internet, and they refuse to ever make it sound really alive and great. I tell them I don't want dead studio sound. I tell them I want the 'Phil ******* Specter' living energy sound, that all the really great EDM stuff has; and they just ignore me, and refuse me; even though my money should be as green as anyone else's. The reason is so simple it falls off the snow pile as white! Do I have proof that I am not imagining this wild claim, you ask me, folks? Well, you be the mother ******* Copper-Kessle JUDGES, from the Atlantic City Fudge Shop all the way to Studio-City!!!!!!!!!!! When I paid Mister Jan Nace, back in 1980, for my four demo records done at his ****hole studio, in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, called Maxfield; I took the tapes he handed me to my studio where I worked as a Tape-Duplicator. I gave it to the Chief Recording Engineer, Mister Howard Solomon! He said to me, and this is a quote, Mister Schiff sir, “I wonder why the asshole gave you a dead tape”? I think we all know what's going on here, Sheriff Mascara, kind sir, YO! The RIAA is scared ****less of my talent and my music. They need to compensate for it by making damn ass sure that they do really lousy jobs when they record my stuff, or else, somebody just might say, WO, screw that Huntington Curse, this man needs a mother ******* recording contract, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTTTTTTT, we all know the rules and the regs of the mighty mother ******* ESS, YO BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

In that parallel world where Starburn exists, I have a wonderful younger kid whose name is Patty-Paula Junior. She insists on people calling her, “P”, just P, no other name. She's quite adamant about this. Just as she has been fascinated by computer technology and World War Two's Japanese Comocosi Pilots, her third big thing in life is that everyone, including her dad, who she loves beyond words, calls her P! In this incredible world that parallels this one, and countless zillions of others, existing in the vast unfathomable fifth dimensional hyperspace; not only is the SODI-HQ in Pennsylvania, but I have a Jersey home in Egg Harbor City, and in this universe, this is where the Roundhouse Museum stands. All around that place, is dozens of acres of land, in both worlds. Over there, I own it all, and have a multi-billion dollar land management and development operation. One day, over there; a man named McGreevy came to see me. Just as over here, he was a politician. We were going to make a deal that I'll admit, was anything but legal, but hey, sue me or jail me; this is in a parallel world. You can't lock a man up for what happens in 'his dreams'! I was going to make sure that he won the Jersey Gubernatorial race, but in exchange for him pardoning my daughter Pee. She almost beat four state troopers to death for killing me. They killed me when they shot me in the back, as I tried to run away, when I was cornered in a wooded area, where they wanted me to meet with them, and some weird official; and I was dumb enough to go to this isolated place. When I realized it was a trap and I was going to be shot, I figured I may as well try to run, and boom. But I was placed in a cryogenic chamber, where many people who are wealthy, have chosen to be laid to rest and frozen in a laboratory, with the hope of being reanimated at some future date, when the technology exists to repair us and restore our lives. I am not going to get into the entire mess, but it is why I wrote the basic theme in 1994, on my © book, “The Permission Barrier”. You see there is a time-paradox here. Pee nearly killed them because they had killed me. But I was alive when I made this deal. You will get your mind blown if you really try to get your head around this wild hyper-nightmare! She was sent to the Harborfields Detention Center in the city where we all lived, as over there, Patty-Paula did not think that I was too immature, and she said yes, and she married me. Also, she never came to Apartment #1802 to tell me that she miscarried Pee, as she never did; and in fact, I never lived in any of the Robin Hill Apartments over in that parallel universe, not 1802, not 506, and not 1102. And this is not some folgy-dolgy story. By the way, over here in this world, that has no meaning. In the place where all of this went down however, it means something along the lines of silly or stupid, or even just Mickey Mouse. Just wanted to add in this little morsel of interesting information, YO! Just as the Caller-ID info is quite interesting as it not only showed the downstairs slutty Playboy Bunny neighbor's Apartment number at Robin Hill, but it also showed a Pennsylvania town somewhere, called Fawn Grove. Just how far this may be from SODI-HQ is anyone's guess. Well, actually it is beyond distance far, since we're talking about two different worlds, but I mean, if this world had this place in operation, I am just curious to know how close it may be to this Caller-ID location. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! Without trying to ever blow your minds about the deal with the governor, verses me being blown away, and then alive again, as though nothing ever happened; there is quite a story to many various facets of this. One is from right here in this world, and about a dozen years back, when these blogs were in their infancy stage, and I was living over at the Jenny Plageman Trailer Park, in Mullica Township, New Jersey, USAESMWG. I had been suddenly thrust into a world where I had no registration on my automobile. In Jersey, road stops are part of life, just routine stops. You don't have to be speeding or have a light out, or you didn't give a turn signal, or you swerved a few inches. These are routine traffic stops, where all of your ID is checked, and Jersey is strict as all hellfire. I would never ever not have insurance, registration, or a 100% active and legal drivers license, not up there in Jersey, and you all better not either, IPYT! Yet I woke up one day, in a world where I did not have any registration. I don't mean that some ******* computer hacker did something. I mean I did not have it. I had no paperwork in my wallet, I mean yes, I had my insurance card and I was totally legally driving with in-force car insurance, through the State Farm. But it gets way better, for those who never read the first year or two of my original blogs, as I did tell the story to the entire world. In my wallet, along with no registration card, was a receipt from a grocery store, called the Incollingo's Grocery Store, in Egg Harbor City. It showed that I had bought several items. One was a box of yellow cupcakes. I DO NOT EAT ANY CAKE, OR CUP CAKE, THAT IS NOT DEVILS FOOD, BROWN, ABSOLUTELY NO YELLOW! But there it was, just as plain as the color white, falling off of a large snow pile. I had been thrown into a parallel world that was so close, it resembled enough to pass as my waking reality, yet distant enough to make me go and re-register my car, that I absolutely mother ******* know that I ALREADY DID BEFORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I am getting further and further off my point here, folks. I got Governor McGreevy into office, over in this parallel world; and in exchange, he was going to pardon my daughter PEE for breaking into the home of a New Jersey State Police Officer, and try to beat him to death. After about 20 of his fellow officers came to his rescue, and four of them were nearly beaten to death, PEE was eventually restrained. Then she was tried and sentenced to juvy-detention, until the age of 18. This would be March 29, 2015. I know the story has lots of chinks in it. How can I be dead and alive? Hey, how can I have a receipt for vanilla flavored cupcakes, when I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT EAT VANILLA flavored cake????????????? And I'd never ever EVER NEVER, to quote the great Diana Ross; drive without all three legal updated current documents; a valid license, valid insurance, and valid registration!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lab-Techs, teachers, and daughters, “WOW THIS”. The ESS and 5^th dimensional hyperspace, is the only possible and sane rational explanation of how all of this can honestly be real and exist, within the boundaries of the natural forces around us. But let's get totally 1983 Mike Jackson serious here for a moment or five, kind Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If the great National Security Agency of America, got all worked up about my copyrighting that crap regarding question #18, on the “SORA” Security Guard Test of 2007; how do you think they feel about all of this mother ******* bull****? Now we have the great Almighty Mister Trump as our president! You don't think he fully knows about the 2007 deal with my automobile registration, and the great Egg Harbor Incollingo Grocery Store? Hey, do you want some icing on your damn cupcakes here, kind peeps? Walk outside of this grocery store, and go about 40-50 yards to the East-South-East, and you are right there at the great awesome and wonderful home of Leticia Tilley, and her marvelous unfathomable family of all weird HYPERSPACE-EQUATIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now do you see why Trump went total ape-dung that day, when the family was all there with me, at his mighty and marvelous freaking TRUMP PLAZA HOTEL AND CASINO of Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG????

I think poor Mister Bonjovi is still scratching his glasshole, along with the great engineer, Ryan. Gee, just who really was that nut-job who came over and did those strange recordings? Just who are you, on July 7^th of 2015, or for that matter, on July 12, 1970? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION.

3:52 AM, SATURDAY, OCTOBER 13, 2018

BLOG 46 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

SUB-TITLE:

''GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS'' CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3

The Weather Channel report at 3:45 A.M. From the Comcast Cable Television ESS System, transcribed to this blog, legally, as I pay my cable bills promptly and as a customer, I am sure it is legal to report the weather in my damn ass town, YO!

74 degrees Fahrenheit, and clear in Fort Pierce, Florida, USA-ESMWG.

Prediction for tomorrow is showers and a high of 86 degrees, & 50% rain chances.

The last two days were major major major persecution for the pitiful helpless MOUNTAINPEN, YO FOLKS!!!!!!!! I fully intend very soon, to take my passport and get out of this horrible place and EVIL EMPIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I intend to go to another place, and walk into the damn ass consulate or wherever one goes in a foreign land, and claim death persecution in my homeland, and tell them I refuse to leave and go back there, and DIE.

I can tell secrets from now until the mother ******* cows come home from pasture, and it won't stop these evil HALLS ESS FAWCES!!! Interesting whittle coeenkeedink that it was ON BLOG NUMBER 45, as in President-45, that ALL GODDAMN HELLFIRE BROKE LOOSE FOR ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hollywood seems to have pulled that movie!

WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW THAT, YO!!!!

I no longer am seeing the best revenge, as me sharing great secrets online. The reason is first, in all honesty, who really cares, or as our wonderful lovely president put it back in the middle nineteen-eighties, a slightly more vulgarly spoken quote, but the same message. Second, there is no large audience of real down to Earth average ordinary people in my Blogaud! I know that. I figured out back a few years ago, that I have about 30-60 readers, or did back then. That was it, the blog would not grow, so I'm just urinating against the hurricane force winds for crissake! Third, even if I had a thousand or more readers and a dozen steady followers eventually, and I know that I do not, and I am not someone who deludes himself into crap that is not real, but even if I had this; they would all merely take it as entertainment, and the wild rantings and ravings of a crazy Jersey freaking crack pot. Again, I know fully well that I am just wasting my time with this. It was Ed Lynch who told me that someday, one or two or three people, would make contact; and offer real world help, and believe me, and take a chance that I am not totally mother ******* crazy; and they would be powerful enough to at least assist me in some kind of freaking meaningful way. This NEVER HAPPENED. So much for all of my wonderful and quite predictable rotten MOUNTAINPEN LUCK. Of course, we all know that LUCK has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with this. Luck did not make Larry Lee of State Farm Insurance, treat me like trash, and brush me off without explanation, or literally a million other dirt bag people all of my entire mother ******* life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Luck has, and had, nothing whatsoever to do with any of it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I will put on the internet record for the fact checkers of all time, somewhere down the dimly lit freaking hallway of time on this diseased pitiful sin cursed planet, that certain truths told by me, Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr, ARE INDEED THE TRUTH, THE WHOLE DAMN TRUTH, AND NOTHING BUT THE DAMN-ASS TRUTH, so help me SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, the Almighty NUCLATRON!

When I attempted to post my blog up to the mother ******* BLOGGER DOT COM website back yesterday afternoon, at the height and zenith of my monstrous DEATH SIEGE ON ME BY THE MOTHER ******* ESS; I was major hacked and stopped for about a quarter hour. Eventually I was able to post up BLOG-45, oh yes sir/mahm, 45. Gimme' a turd chewing bwake here, Mizz Margie Leo, YO!!!!

Let me tell you all a teensy weensy whittle tad tid bit of information on another fascinating item; how to apply the so-called 'impersonal tool', known by human-kind, as “mathematics”; to the real life truths around all of our lives. You see, if any of you really wish to honestly try and prove me, the (Mountainpen) wrong; you can simply do it by trying the things that I tell about. None of you have the damn balls, as we all know I am not wrong, but totally correct. People never ever want to give me my goddamn props, they never did and they never will!!!!! Even my so-called pal, Mike Patterson, down in Hollywood, Florida; who insisted President Trump would be long out of the White House in one year or less; refuses to this very day, TO CONCEDE THAT I TOLD HIM QUITE DIFFERENTLY. He won't give me my props for damn ****, and then I wonder why those that I do not even call a 'friend' won't ever do this? Well, the ESS makes folks treat me like pure damn ****, even when I prove them wrong, and me correct; OVER, AND OVER, AND OVER, AND OVER, AND OVER, AND OVER, AND OVER AGAIN, YO YO YO YO BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Here is one example that disproves my 'other Cooley Hall teacher', Mister David Leigh Smith, totally and absolutely; when he would tell me over and over in the years 1970 and 1971, that “mathematics is completely impersonal”! It is most certainly NOT. But no one dares to apply real life situations to real laboratory-like equations and experimental boxes and graphs. I can play one long Roulette game, keeping track of numbers with a pencil and a tiny white notepad, legal in any casino I've ever been to as long as it is not taken to a cards-table. Then at home, I can get any group of numbers that appear to be diverging off of their near-time average for coming out, based on 38 numbers and thus in long running play-time, every number comes out once in 38 spins of the wheel, only it does not. Instead, it comes out much closer to 1,000 in 38,000 spins of the wheel. The ratio of 38:1 is still active and present, as nothing has changed. But in longer times and more numbers being spun, the actual ratio becomes more mathematically true. Conversely in shorter run play times, things will diverge off of the ratios by varying amounts. These amounts are not gargantuan, just enough to make any player trying to win at the game, not be able to do so, UNLESS THEY KEEP DIVERGENCE CHARTS AT HOME. If you pick the seven '5'-ending numbers, 5-10-15-20-25-30-35 for example, the ratio of these numbers is always going to be 38:7. Doing a simple division of the ratio, and multiplying by 100, and graphing the results; will then show a player the actual divergence off of the true ratio in shorter play-times. When it is at the bottom end of the graph, these numbers should be played. Then a player can take an interrelationship of many groupings of 7 digits, and with a complex computer generated program, and a player keeping an accurate record of all outcomes at the various tables that they go to, they will always know when the divergence of a grouping of numbers has bottomed out, and is turning back towards their proper 38:7 ratios. Now don't do this, and go into a casino bragging about what you're doing, or you might end up drinking ocean water or spitting sand piles!!! The real experts know, that some things really do work against the house vigs. You don't even have to do anything while playing other than quickly jot down a number that pops out each time the wheel is spun, and the marble lands in a slot. Gee, aren't we lucky as damn hell today, WEEEEEEEE? But my point is that I do not find this impersonal. I was able to rent a really nice home in a very ritzy area, that even President Reagan was quoted as saying back then in 1986, as a “wealthy municipality”. To me, this wasn't impersonal, and it still is not. But there is so much more. How about doing what Doctor Green and Doctor Corriell talked about, over at the medical institute, back early in the eighties? Let us say that we transfuse our blood twice a week, with teenaged blood, slowly regenerating all of the cells in our bodies backward in biological time. We may indeed grow quite young again, and remain that way as we continue doing this in some form of a retention dosage system, once we get younger. Mathematics proves however, that this will only put off the eventuality of our physical deaths. The planet will indeed get rid of us. The mathematical truth to this is totally and absolutely inescapable. After 100, 200, 500, 800, 1500, 3000 years, the odds go up for all of us, to be fatally struck by lightning, swallowed up in another form of any number of natural disasters, as well as the odds will endlessly go up for us to be involved in one way or another in some fatal accident, or just get murdered by an enemy. You cannot ever mess with, or alter, the truths about odds and mathematical realities no matter how hard you may try; kind folks. I don't call these facts, Mister Smith of Cooley Hall, “IMPERSONAL”, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! In 5,000 freaking years, every day you get up, you would have a 99% chance to die in some kind of 'something', whatever it might be out there in the totally unimaginable future. No amount of teenaged blood transfusions could ever alter these irrefutable mathematical truths. As stated, I do not see anything IMPERSONAL about something like this. To me, mathematics is ANYTHING BUT IMPERSONAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I never finished telling my true story on the previous blog, about Diana and the TENNIS GAME. When her mom Leda, handed Diana this lovely loud brilliant colorful gorgeous COIL, she grabbed it, and held it, and inhaled or something similar to an inhalation as we may think of this in a mortal frame of mental reference. Suddenly after a short interaction of this, POW, I looked at the once brilliant colorful buzzing and humming and clicking coil, and it was all charred and black and silent as Charles Dickens Grave. Before this happened, I looked at Diana who was in a human entity form for my benefit. She was all woebegone and exhausted, looking as though she was going to faint. But after she did this, she instantly came back to her radiant incredible self. Her bright canary yellow hair was more blinding than the sun in the summer skies here on Earth. She was all raved up and ready to take on the cosmos, and she did. She went back to the game, and she kicked her opponent's ass from heredahelda. Actually, she has never ever been beaten in her favorite game, and for eternity, she has been challenged by opponents from as far away as a dozen provinces in all six directions, from the great capitol province of Olympia. The capitol city of this capitol province is where her cousins reside, in the great Sahasra Dal Kanwal, or Astrally, when properly translated, the CITY of the great SARAH KRASSLE. I call HER the Nuclatron. Her mother, Mariena Carlittia Krassle, and her father Neptunejupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious Krassle, when I was 'dreaming' it was 1996, came to my mind, while I laid in bed at the Highview Apartments, tuned out of this reality, and chased me away from their great daughter. My life here in waking reality ever since then, HAS BEEN OFF THE DIAL PURE UNADULTERATED HELLFIRE CUBED!!!!!!!!! By the way, the human English language translation to Misses Krassle's second-name is Carlittia, but Astrally, it is another name. I have blogs that have most likely used both of these names, but they really are saying the very same thing.

Yes folks, there were more than one or even two wild teachers, at this very spurious and bizarre special education school, up there in Haddonfield, New Jersey, USAESMWG. Once I began discussing this place after starting my blogs in early 2006, the place suddenly after many many decades of operation, mysteriously closed down forever, you know like the great health club of wild mysterious unknown powers and fawces, called HADDONWOOD, in Deptford, New Jersey; just half a mile or so down the road, Route 47, from the psychic shop called, “The Gathering Place”, where I met Kathy, and other very strange people, along with extremely strange other people, at this health club; before it too, suddenly shut down out of the blue, in August of 1996!!!!!!! But as for my three “M” letter teachers, even though one of them never was my teacher, I did speak to her and get to know her somewhat, and she also was a hostess at the local diner up on Kings Highway about a mile or so north of the special-ed school; before she did her crazy camel song, and became a big star. I knew her as Miss Marie. But even the great 3-M Scotch Tape Company people, must find it a wee bit weird and wild, that I too had my 3-M teachers at this place, Miss Marie, Misses Marola, and the greatest star of them all, Mister 'Mindblown Count' Marcucci! People are way too damn scared to ever come forward, and recognize this powerful and inconceivable group, that MORIANITY calls, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. Tell your daughter not to beat me up at the Dairy Queen; great FAA Admiral Perry. Thank-UUUUUU!

Now for what these diseased twisted perverted toilet germ ESS BIG-BUSINESS-FACTION did to me yesterday, FRIDAY:!!!!! Hey YO, I am just quoting the great Camden County Prosecutor of New Jersey Assistant, Mister Ron Wirtz Senior, told me over and over again about WHO REALLY is making my life a total nightmare hell, covertly, and with unimaginable stealth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All day long and it has been bad for a couple of weeks and it started worsening on Thursday, as stated back then on prior blogging texts; I would get ILLEGAL SPOOFING TELEPHONE CALLS. With Comcast, when you have phone service as well as television service, through them; everyone who calls on the system, if your television is on, the information will display on the screen, as well as on your phone screen caller-ID. But as many of you know without me telling you, there is a new or relatively new technology out there, called, 'SPOOFING'. It is totally illegal, and they do it to me anyway. On top of that, they get onto your personal account, totally and absolutely illegally, and will spoof the television screen when the phone is not even ringing. I fully intend on Monday, to go to Sheriff Mascara's office regarding this, as well as call COMCAST, to complain, and tell them that I will report this to the FCC, the FBI, and the FTC, if they cannot get this to stop. I have rights as a paying customer to have this total ******* illegal activity stopped. I was told by the police officer that came over when I called 911 yesterday afternoon at approximately 3:45, that I need to call them, and threaten to take my business to another carrier. No one paying their bills on time should have to be persecuted and annoyed and spoofed all day for days at a time, while their dirt bag stock market is temporarily crashing. It never really crashes, and it never will. They don't care. They still use this nightmare ******* ICPE-APE-TECH to persecute me to death when it is dropping, (the Dow Jones). They stopped me from using the charts to prove a lot of bull**** that they do to me continually and constantly. As you know, the chart no longer posts up or displays anything other than a blank box. It is OK for them to destroy my entire mother ******* life for 32+ years now with this hellishness, but don't let me so much as post a word about it or KAPOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, I can post up lots of other stuff for the FBI and the FCC and the FTC and the ACLU to look at and investigate; and I'll be taking a printed copy of this page, next week, over to the Midway Road Fort Pierce Office of Sheriff Ken J. Mascara, of Saint Lucie County, Florida, and a copy to the local police station and to Chief Diane.

These are a few of the persecuting caller spoof records of Thursday and Friday, the 11^th and 12^th days of October, 2018, Sheriff Mascara, kind sir, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wireless caller 3:36 PM 10/12 (772-413-2409)
Construction, MA 3:02 PM 10/12 (772-834-3675)
Miami, FL 2:12 PM 10/12 (786-870-4585)
Honeoye, NY 2:00 PM 10/12 (585-229-6280)
UNAVLB 11:16 AM 10/12 (772- 212-9762)
Private Unknown 10:37 AM 10/12 (612-540-3303)
Private Unknown 10:01 AM 10/12 (612-540-3303)
Lois Ehrhardt 7:16 PM 10/11 (772-398-8737)
Burlington, KS 4:31 PM 10/11 (620-263-1883)
VO1115011400016 3:00 PM 10/11 (772-212-9762)
Port St Lucie, FL 1:48 PM 10/11 (772-345-2589)
Miami, FL 12:31 PM 10/11 (786-870-4585

If you want a whole freaking list of really nasty secrets, I mean, sure, I could strike lots of targets, but why hurt innocent freaking people? I told you all about the Generac Generator Infomercial. I told you all about Cooley Hall, and there is a ton times a trillion details, to all tie together, proving that the ESS is indeed not only behind my demise; but behind the existence of most things containing power in this world today. Was it always this way? Well, yes and no; and forgive the flimsy answer here, pweeeeeeeeeeeeze kind folks. This is not an easy thing to properly address. As Mark Mohr, I live from the moment that I was born as Mark Mohr, until the moment that Mortimer Mortino taps me on either my right shoulder, or my left shoulder. Just because I remember my existence in the infinite purgatory, does not mean that I can begin to discuss things on the Earth-Planet, where clearly, as Mark Mohr, or the current persona of my true beingness here, I was not in those other places. Before the fourth day of December in the year 1954, I as Mark Mohr, simply did not exist. But I existed as other dreamoff parts of my true Astral-Self. Now as to why as Mark Mohr, I have come to understand such a vast part of truths, well, come on; don't we all get it by now? My mom had a very wild coworker at her office job, that was in 1974 called, Lavino Shipping Company. Her name was Patricia Hollister. I had all kinds of tapes and photos, and many things; but never even knew what I had. When the King family learned of a lot of things, they kidnapped me under what is called in the psychiatric profession, “Stockholm Syndrome”. Does this mean that these physical people committed these real-world crimes in some totally conscious real-world way? The answer is unequivocal folks. It is a resounding NO. This is all on a powerful level that only TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS can pull off; those 'travelers' or 'no-homers' of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. But we can get to all of this as October continues to flash by, as October plays a very major part of all of this, with these horrible peeps. As some of you know only too damn well, I was 'INFLUENCED' to send three goddamn musical projects, to the United States © Copyright Office, Library of Congress (LOC), in Washington, 13-600, District of Columbia. One on Halloween day in 1994, called “The Permission Barrier”. One on Halloween Day in 2005 that somehow got titled as “Same title” by those genius folks in the great Non-OZ © Office. Then the final and third music project was sent on Halloween Day in 2007, and this was called, “Karaoke Lunch Break at the Sorian-18 Guard House”. Remember how I told you all that the © Office removed the '18' number? This was done for reasons of “NATIONAL SECURITY”. A lot of things since nine-eleven, have been done for reasons of “National Security”. You see, the 18^th freaking question on the SORA test for New Jersey licensed security officers, is a story that is quite powerful, and has to do with my BLOGS and the ESS-HACKERS that continually screw with these BLOGS OF THE MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It had to do with the way that the word “RATIO” was hacked into the word “RATION”, and in the 18^th question on this SORA licensing test for Jersey security officers, the word “RATIO” was also hacked to the word “RATION”. Things like my little codes, violate the great national security interests of this great mother ******* empire, the great USA. WOW THAT, PATTY! The national genius agency people who protect us, or 'whatever', huh Congressman, worry that enemies of our nation will take this amazing information, and somehow turn all of this into a powerful control, in one form or another; that will lead to the eventual takeover of all of us. Well, forgive me if I laugh a little bit here Mariah, but I do not enjoy thinking about that horrible day in your house in 1972, when you insisted that I come through that hole in your yard fence, to see you try and do something that old Roy Steps, didn't want you to do, in that lit up little closet. Then Kabing, the great stair chase. Maybe you do the same thing that I do, and overcome bad memories and bad stuff, by laughing it off, such as that day where, well I won't say it on the blog, at the jetty; and I tried so hard not to laugh at poor bleeding Ziggy Malyeska! WOW THIS!!!!

For two days, these dirt bag toilet germ swallowers have used my telephone and the UTILITY-ASSAULT, on me. Today is the ABSOLUTE WORST YET. It was this bad one day around the Christmas holidays last year, if memory is correctly serving me; and I had to call 911. Well Sheriff, look at your police records for approximately a quarter shy of four this damn afternoon, kind sir! I HAD TO CALL 911 AGAIN. A very nice police officer came out to talk to me about my nightmare harassment and persecution. In this new computerized world, the criminals with the high-tech computerized knowledge can get away with anything that they want to. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, I will tell a huge secret about just this very thing, to get my revenge for this hellish NIGHTMARE, AND SUPER ******* BOTBAR DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Either it is COMCAST themselves, under DIRECT ORDERS OF DIRTBALL P-45, or it is just the powerful WALL STREET SCUM using their ICPE-APE-TECH on me, to try and stop their recent plunge on their diseased crooked stock market, or it is all of the damn HALLS-FAWCES, in general, just 'doing their thing', to wipe out and destroy, one tiny and pathetic senior citizen special-education person, who never did one damn ass thing to ever deserve this horrendous monstrous evil ****!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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This is all a total VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL LIBERTIES, and CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, under the laws of the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, that guarantee me the right to PURSUE LIFE, LIBERTY, AND HAPPINESS. You cannot pursue any of those three items when you are continually bombarded with nightmarish monstrous hellish damn ******* bull****, YO, Sheriff KJM sir.

I intentionally did something to prove that these diseased snot eaters would hack my WEATHERBUG APP again, and they did. I can always get most of the same information from TWC on the TV, and write it down; and then transpose it to the blog. But when things are this bad, who gives a ******* ****? Oh yes lads and lassies, I am forced to endure monsters straight out of the gates of **** huffing HELL ITSELF, and the first two of these sick diseased twat licking filth bags are Paula and McGuire! I know that evil PK is behind most of my miseries and woes. But the problem is that few folks on this diseased ball of toilet hurl, truly understand how this can all be going on. How can this powerful person that Scott Ransom told me about very indirectly, back in 1988, when I got him talking, so that he would tell me some stuff in my bugged-up car, that I later went on to make copies of, and even sent one down to the United States © Copyright Office; be behind so very much incredible and beyond unfathomable junk in my pathetic diseased butt-licking life, for damn ass crissake???????? Well, SHE CAN, and so can that rotten puss sniffer McGuire!!!!!

MAGNESONIC, G-7 OPEN COMMAND. HEAR MY VOICE PRINT ON ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS. WHOEVER IS PERSECUTING ME WITH MY TELEPHONE, WILL BE TOTALLY WIPED OUT AND DESTROYED, ALONG WITH ALL WHOM THEY LOVE. USE BOTH AD AND ZD TECHNOLOGIES. SCAN FOR WHOEVER IS DESTROYING MY ENTIRE LIFE, AND USING ICPE-APE AGAINST ME, AND WIPE THEM OUT UNDER TOTAL CRUSH DESTRUCT PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM ORDERS, ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A-B-TONE PHASING SYSTEM. MY OLD STYLE AT&T TONES ARE NOW DATA-TRANSFERED TO MY VOICE PRINT USING THE LONG-EEEE-VOWEL SOUND, WITH THE 'A' TONE PRINTED IN COLOR RED, AND THE 'B' TONE PRINTED IN COLOR BLUE.

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GO TO CG-18, UNDER G-189, G-13, AND STOP!

Some mother ******* total puss chewing illegitimate dog child, is going to be real damn ass sorry, when MAGNESONIC strikes back HARD SUPER HYPER TIME, for this major utility assault on me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!

So to get my retaliation, and my 'RR-CS' (Ronald Reagan Counter Strike), I will ask how many peeps out here have seen the infomercial on the GENERAC GENERATOR? Let's further explore this for those who have, and well, for those who haven't, just be on the lookout, or ask your friends, or Google it, or YouTube it, or 'whatever'. They say that now, EVERY DAMN THING is up there on the YT! It shows the aging power grid, and the hackers sitting on chairs, who are hacking into things. Notice something please. Why are they all dressed up in major camouflage gear, unless THEY KNOW, and a hacker would certainly know the truth; that we all are being watched through ANY AND ALL VIEW SCREENS, any time THEY want to watch ANY OF US! I was not going to reveal this secret, until a major assault day, such as this one. Well, here we are, or as the United States © Office knows me quite well for saying on one of my music projects, “HERE WE GO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Keep on laying the real heavy dog**** all over me, and I'll keep right on telling tons and tons of mother ******* **** that you don't want spewed out all over the **** licking internet, BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

But if you really think that this is all I am going to do today for totally wrecking my squat chewing last two days, THINK AGAIN, as they say on HGTV's wonderful show, “Beachfront Bargain-hunt”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No folks, it is not 38 degrees, but when they put that on the screen, they do me a favor, after-all, it ain't mother ******* illegal to day-dream, huh Grace Isabel Huntington, and MC???????????? WHAAAAAAAAAA!

The ESS is not some made up fiction, nor is it the fantastic delusions of a crazy person. Naturally, THEY, the ESS, will keep doing whatever it takes to make people believe that this is just made up insane delusions of a Jersey crackpot. They have absolute motive and reason for carrying out that whittle mission, peeps, right? Tell me I am wrong somebody, and convince me; and I will STOP THESE BLOGS. Put up a comment and say that this is not true, BUTTTTTTTT, you need to then go on and tell me why. If you convince me, YOU HAVE THE POWER TO SHUT UP THE BIGGEST MOTOR MONSTER MOUTH ON THE DAMN INTERNET, THE MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm lyin', I'm dyin'!

The EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY is as some know by now, quite a group. It explains all of the mysteries of everything, from Christ's death and resurrection, aliens and UFO's and the whole scene there, psychics and why things work for them sometimes and not others, why the entire world goes the way it does, why times change, and weird things happen that we all know just cannot be properly explained in any rational way; and on and on and on we can go here, and you all know it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why do they do things like create the exceptional school that I went to. Why do they do the things like having my teacher, Misses Marola, insisting that I perform in that Memorial Day of 1969 school play; and zillions of other similar items, that while happening; seem totally innocent enough, but when looking back in hindsight, we all know that SOMETHING IS INDEED GOING ON BEHIND THESE MIGHTY POWERFUL OZ-CURTAINS, YO!!!!!!!! Well, there are powerful secret things, and many of them, I have indeed come to know and understand quite well; such as the “Farm outside of Haddonfield, New Jersey” or the (Robin Hill Apartment Complex) as it truly came to be in the future decade. There are items that do not ever seem to be of any consequence, while others both large and small, that definitely are. Everything is all part of something that we can think of as a late night Astral-Plane game show. The reason that humans enjoy games, is because it is inside of our very beingness, our damn DNA for crissake. This code is not a human thing that's all isolated by itself. The nuclear world eventually creates the element called CARBON, leading to us human beings. However, it is not some random deal, even though it appears to be, in life's incredible illusion. In the great awesome Purgatory, we exist, we don't live as in order to live, we need a time dimension and a space dimension. Now Jesus speaks of drinking wine in lovely mansions in 'Heaven' with His Father. This is more real than anything here while we are 'awake and alive'. Here physically, we first need time and space, so that our interactions can all be created in tandem with this commingled reality. On the Astral-Plane (Purgatory), the interactions are what is truly real, and the space and time that appears to be a part of them are pure illusion, although, when interacting; it seems more real and alive than a thousand of our lives physically here and awake. In this incredible existence, we have incredible 'lives' as our truer larger beingness or entity persona. But with all of that, there is the horror that is inescapable, and that is the endlessness of it all. Nothing can begin or end, in a timeless existence. No interaction is ever happening, before or ahead, of any other one either. To compensate for endlessness, the Coils and the Coins, (Astral-Gods) have figured out that games are the only way to distract ourselves from the nightmare of endlessness. These same games there, carry down into the nuclear universe that the 'Purgatites' create through a sort of program. We perceive this as the nuclear mechanics, of how things go from singularity, out to the Plank-Time level, and then big bang out into the nuke worlds, where star-nursery systems form by way of nuke-rules. From there, as stated, eventually along comes CARBON, and then a while down the line from there, along comes the clay beings where the Purgatites can dream out and away, through and into, us. WE are really THEM. Still, it is about a million to the millionth power times more complex than this silly whittle blog could ever even hope to accurately begin discussing here. The ESS are the GODS, or the COINS and the COILS. Coins and Coils are a totally different species than the Astral-Entity human entity Dream-Downs or 'dreamoffs'. The 'AAT-VAN DANIKEN Society', believe things slightly similarly to what Morianity teaches; but they are unable to make the still needed leap into seeing some of these powerful truths. The reason that 'they' don't want to entertain my Morianity, is no different at all, from those who oppose and refute the teachings of the AAT and the UFO-Aliens deal. The ESS does not want everyone to know about certain truths. Truths are what eventually liberate people on the Earth-Planet from this cosmic or better called, Astral-Game of the Coils and Coins. Unlike the teachings and mythological writings of ancient Greeks and others, regarding how these gods and goddesses eat their children and devour them up, such as the great god named Zeus, who by the way is the grandfather of Diana Z. Arteemis; as I remember my existence in Purgatory, and I can promise you that they don't eat and swallow up anything. However, they do try to rob each other of energy and power. I am pretty sure that I told how I was with Diana and her mom, in Purgatory, and she was playing a tennis game at her family courts in Olympia Proper, and in the middle of the game during a break, she came inside this beyond lovely huge dining room area where Goddess Leda and I were seated at this beyond gargantuan sized banquet type of table, and Diana sat down. Diana plays regular tennis games and she is the greatest tennis player; not only in the area proper, but the entire Province Olympia, which if measured in a human perception in mileage, would be about twelve percent the size of our great Milky Way Galaxy, here on the mortal world, or physical-plane of awake existence, and life as we know it as human beings. As far away as a dozen provinces totally surrounding us in all six directions of north, south, woust, east, west, and nest; she is considered unbeatable, and the absolute greatest tennis player. We on the Earth-Planet were shown a similar version of the Astral-Plane (Purgatory) game, several centuries back in Europe, and this is where our tennis sport came from. But all sports come from the Purgatory, as a way to distract our attention away from the miseries of endlessness. But back to my point on Coils and Coins. These entities do not eat each other, or anyone else for that matter. But they do steal energy from other similar entities. If they need to replenish energy after so much interaction depletes them to a level where they feel this need, they come up to a smaller and unsuspecting entity and grab it, and then as I believe I told this story before, here is what I witnessed in Purgatory, when Diana needed to replenish herself for the second half of the tennis game that she was playing. Leda, her mom was holding a small coil that was beautiful and colorful. It was bright and filled with illuminated color beyond anything ever seen on the Earth-Planet by any of us, thirty times over or more. A loud buzzing and humming and clicking sound is heard by these Gods and Goddesses in their true form, the Coins and the Coils. Diana is a giant lovely COIL. She is 33 feet high, and if she were to be anywhere around any of us; we, and up to a thousand miles around us, would immediately liquidate and evaporate into invisible mist. She is beyond powerful, and yes, beyond beautiful. But coils and coins take human forms in Purgatory, so that they can interact with the majority of Purgatites. About 85% of entities are non-Gods and non-Goddesses. 15% or so, are what loses energy after enough interaction, and then dream down into a perfectly timed nuke-program of carbon clay beings, and we become alive and we animate the otherwise lifeless clay bodies. Now am I claiming that all of the gods and goddesses of the Purgatory, are what makes up this EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY? When they eventually dreamoff of the Astral-Plane (Purgatory); do they travel around and do all these things? Let me just say this. I am a mortal, and if I were a COIN/COIL, I would know this for sure. Do I believe this to the very best of my knowledge, to be a 100% true fact, you may be asking the Mountainpen? Well, I am not getting married, but let me answer you all anyway, with this: “I DO”!!! But what is the really big secret here? Well, I have been in love with the Lightning Goddess Diana for all eternity. She and I will always be together, and She knows this, as do I. But people in her great GODS-FAMILY, have dreamed down here as the ESS, and have done a lot of things to me, because I dare to love her so much. Now her parents have given me their blessing; Zeus and Leda. BUTTTTTTTT, there are cousins, the great KRASSLE BRANCH of the ARTEEMIS clan, who do not mean me a whole damn ass lot of good. Do I believe that all of the injustices done to me, and that keep being done to me; are some organized plot by the KRASSLE'S? You bet I do. Also, I know for a fact that Mister and Misses Krassle, Neptunejupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious Krassle and his wife Mariena Palamalay Krassle; hate my damn guts with an Italian passion. Are the Atlantic City people, and those from my school, and those all around me all of my life, nabes, coworkers, people stopping me from doing every damn ******* thing that I have ever tried to do in this human damn ass life; all part of this organized scum against me, the ESS, the whole damn nine ugly yards, and 27 ugly feet, the entire 324 inches???? YOU CAN TAKE IT TO THE DAMN BANK THAT I BELIEVE ALL OF THIS HORRIBLE ****, my kind folks! If I were to even try going further right now today on this blog, into major details that would show patterns of this hell on and against me, from the ESS, all of my entire freaking human life, I would begin a project outline that I'd not be able to finish for months, and they would find me here typing away, dead from not drinking a drop of liquid for 75 hours, the human death maximum average, if memory correctly serves me here lads and lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ENDocrinologists AND END TRANSMISSION.

Early on Wednesday morning, January 21, 2009

'Subterrania, Satan, and My Infinite Hell'

W-L-SBT-DATFILE------T/T/W/M-1995, 012109.090

Beginning 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 22^nd 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 Arthur 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. 4^th 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-5^th 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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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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MAJOR DEATH SIEGE AND DYING DECLARATION, NEW SHERIFF PEARSON, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA-USA!

THIS IS A MAJOR-MAJOR-MAJOR MOTHER *******

RED ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT

This is a major DYING utterance & declaration, and if I am found dead in this hellish joint; we all know who has indeed committed murder on the MOUNTAINPEN!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCCCC

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my WOMO-SPACEFORCE SUBSKUMMITE ENEMIES, whom are VICIOUSLY PERSECUTING ME ON THESE PAST 4 DAYS NOW, OF DECEMBER 4, 5, 6, AND 7, of 2023, WITH OFF THE SCALE AERIAL DEATH SIEGES OF ALL TYPES, MAJOR UTILITY ASSAULTS AND PROPERTY DAMAGE HARASSMENT, MAJOR HEALTH STRIKES WITH WOMO-SPACEFORCE DEATH HAVANA WEAPONRY; AND ALL OTHER CONCEIVABLE HELLISHNESS THAT THESE MONSTERS HAVE BEEN PERPETRATING UPON ME SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN, AND THAT FIT EXACT PERFECT PATTERNS WITHOUT FAIL, AND R DONE WITH SOME AGENDA AND MOTIVE, THAT ENDLESSLY BLESSES THEM AND THEIR LIVES AND THEIR GOALS; AND WHICH IS ALL DIRECTLY A PART OF THE ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT ON ME, THAT BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986; and on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.

Your AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.

Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).

Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on a CRUSH DESTRUCT-SINGE DESTRUCT-TOTAL DESTRUCT—DESTRUCT ORDER, and on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.

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

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Mariena is a girl that I met in Atlantic City while vacationing with my mother at the Trinidad in the 2^nd 2 our final year staying there, middle late August of 1967, and also our 6^th stay out of 8 total stays in that beyond surreal place in ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG. This little girl was my age in 1967, within months most likely, we both were around 12 years old, possibly she was a year younger around say 11 years of age. Now other than 4 the fact that what I will embark on saying now, this was a completely ordinary little girl and we were merely temporary beach pals who spoke a while on the beach and then out in the one and only great ATLANTIC OCEAN, while her entire family were also in the ocean nearby us. What made things beyond surreal and weird was what followed. After the vacation had ended and I was back a week and then 2 or 3 weeks, at 125-A Haddon Hills Apartments in WESTMONT WSMT, NJUSAESMWG; I began having thoughts about her that were quite bizarre and beyond outlandish 2 say it mildly politely here. Then following thissssssss, oh lovely Mizz Erica Luccisnakes mah'm, came the wild incredible mind blowing major DREAMING-INTERACTIONS with her, back on the beach; despite it now being, and 2 quote the great one and only rock star from yesteryear, sir Rod Stuart; “late September”!!!!!!!!!!!! But not only were the dreams suddenly beyond wild, but then came visions, and following that, a completely out of the blue obsession with a hit song from those times of maybe a year or so earlier by the famous musical group called the “Mama's and the Papa's”. The song was titled, “I Saw Her Again Last Night”, or possibly just the first 4 words of that title, I cannot remember 4 sure now which it was, all six or just the first 4, but that was the 'hook' as musicians call it, 2 their entire song. On top of this, B-4 school had started up, I told my classmate pal, a very large boy named Bruce Walter, from the James Stoy Grammar School, that she was magical and seemed 2-B from this waking world as well as part of the dream-world also, and that the song was somehow mysteriously all connected into it, Mister antimatter DATA of ST-TNG! Still further, there was a crawl space underneath all of the apartments in my section that included 8 total units separated by a firewall as most garden type systems all R; and inside of this area was, in these dreams, a tunnel that led 2 both Mariena's hide-out, and also a wild 'Atlantean' machine that was plugged into the electrical main fuse boxes feeding into the individual boxes in the apartments, and allowed this system 2 magically activate and cause lots of wild junk 2 happen. At first when Bruce and I went inside 2 explore and we had 2 just about crawl around and especially BIG-BRUCE, we only saw stuff that normally should have been there, but eventually one day just B-4 the start of the school year, we saw some machine that we knew shouldn't have been there, and it made a wild crazy noise that even seemed 2 speak a few words every so often, muffled and sort of scrambled like a broken tape recording might sound, but however U look at all of it, it should not have been there, and yet it was there in these wild dreams. Now this only opens up a door that goes way beyond super wild and weird. As this persecution continues on me, I will blow your minds if U-R in the music bizz, because what I will say and tell, will B indisputable proof and evidence that many in the know peeps will say right away, “O-M-G” on FLUCKING DAMN GLASS STEROIDS AND CUBAN-CUBED ON TOP OF THAT!!!!!!!!!!!! I only saw Mariena once in the waking physical world, but in dreams, she did manage 2 occasionally follow me in my life; and sometimes she was still that little girl, while other times she had grown into the ages that I were during these serial dreams that kept on running as my life also did. The final wild experience was when I lived at Mizz Jenny Plageman's trailer park, the non-Bonjovi-MMM (Mullica Mobile Manor), number 10 trailer, at 3100 South Jewelly Horse Pike, in Mullica Township, NJUSAESMWG. She came 2 me and told me that “I have my own version of your book of the beach (BOB)”. She went onto say many things, telling me how this writing had real magical information that I had written about and how forces were indeed out there plotting numerous staged plans 2 make me lose it one way or another, and when my classmate Russ Thaxton came over that night, and got me 2 burn it up; that was only one of many staged-planned-ops, her exact words, she spoke almost like an alpha-soup shadow-G agent from CIA-NSA-BFA-...!!!!!!!! We will get into a lot more later on, as I doubt that this death siege is gonna' B letting up on me any goddamn time soon, YO peeps.

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

MWM, DOGGIE YANCY-ZERANNISS, AND MERRY HOLLISTER

Well, my photo-image is really me, and the doggie and the kid R real, but merely lookalikes 2 some old reality, YO!

The Global Enlightenment Of Morianity, 4 Millennium-3

There was a very powerful and awesome television show in the beginning of the 1990's if my memory is accurately serving me on the chronology of this, one of the 'STAR TREK-TNG' EPISODES, and it was about the eventual realization that a cycle of infinity would repeat leading 2 the total destruction of their starship and their deaths, should they not come 2 realize that some type of pattern clue in the card game being played in one of the ship's recreation rooms, held the key and answer 2 just how they may just come 2 avoid the upcoming doom and disaster facing them in this infinitely repeating loop straight from Dogtown itself. This mind busting reality is a built in lawtronic piece of what U may call, 'spiritual information' and is available 2-B called upon when needed during extremely rare occasions where such a deal is in fact going down around anyone of us during any human incarnated 'life-time' or dream-off from the Timeless Purgatory, and was sometimes called a 'dream-down', in earlier Morianity works. Same-diff! One term merely more accurately reflects energy becoming matter by way of dividing by the square of the velocity of the photon reality. LSS (Long Story Short), it simply is a 'lawtronic or built-in gift', given 2 human beings, and is built into the 7^th dimensional circuitry of the system so 2 speak. Eckankar thinks of this, as well as the lower 6^th dimension, as ethereal and mental realms; and calls them 'planes', again, all the same difference, YO, and IPYT everybody, and U-2, lovely Mizz muscles-MOnique, mah'm. Any time that anyone wishes 2 call upon this wild mind busting 'GIFT', it is absolutely no different at all from calling on the great GODDESS FASCITAR, learning of her magical technique 4 being able 2 'focus-shift' using the great words and quotation of lovely awesome Mizz Patty-HHH; and when we use these things, most Christians call us demonic, satanic, or on their best and most generous and benevolent days, perhaps calling us deluded false misguided Christians who R in need of lots of spiritual counseling and church hours. Fine, in truth, all they R saying without truly understanding it, is that they feel, based on their read of scripture, and thus their total misinterpretation of so much of these wonderful instructions and words; that we R substituting a total trust in our maker and GOD and so we R using a sort of substandard building material in constructing our rock homes, U know, causing a more sandy soil foundation 2-B underneath of us, thus producing problems and unsatisfactory results in the long run due 2 our 'LACK OF FAITH'. Well, I can prove mathematically, that this is a bunch of total dern hooey. There is an Almighty GOD, that I do naught dispute, and this is none other than the upline teen queen, SSJKK. Still, HER CREATION is a completely mathematically designed perfect equation. Thus, learning 2 maneuver within it as such, will produce a lot more success than not doing it or doing anything else, even prayer, bible reading, fasting, all of it, it is just simple truth. GOD is not going 2 come 2 this Earth and personally take our hands and B with us and give us what we need, and we must learn how 2 properly decode that awesome book called 'THE BIBLE', simple as that, or the consequences will B a long dark night that makes the days of the dark ages and the Renaissance look bright in comparison. So back on point now, B-4 digressing further down and into this wild tangent from the original pernt here Mister Bunker. We can use stuff like Patty's magical Fascitar, and we can use Mister Data's card game of cycle break-throughs, on that so-called fictional television show called STAR TREK, THE NEXT GENERATION, or we can use ancient prayers and Christian worship, and even our LORD admitted that some things do in fact go beyond what this is capable of doing, and is right there in the 4 gospels 4 any human being 2 pick up their bible right now and read it 4 themselves. Some demons do not go out even with much fasting and prayer, it is said in a slightly different way and try and remember that we R trying 2 translate from 2 things that nobody can truly ever successfully overcome 100 percent. This being, time and along the lines of the famous 'broken-telephone-game', and also translation woes, in that we now speak in languages millennia later that R quite different, and where words and sentences may vary in their meanings a lot, or just enough sometimes 2 really throw off a bible verse; so 2 really learn what our bibles R trying 2 tell us, we truly must read it, and begin learning 2 get right inside the very MIND OF THIS GOD (GODDESS SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE). I have no human way of making these truths one wee tad bit clearer 2 this pitiful dark world of ours, this is honestly the best that I am able 2 do, YO peeps!!!!!!!!! I can tell U how 2 really get into HER mind, yes; but I am not able 2 do it safely, as I could B stoned by nut jobs around this planet, or even murdered by powerful A-U peeps who have proven their vested interests in these power house facts never getting publicly revealed, YO!!!!!!!! Now once I get a real interested new Blogaudian audience that is not going 2 just come and go and mostly B my enemies 2 start with just as they all R known 2 endlessly infiltrate all of the UFO clubs and societies, as this is an established fact; then I may decide 2 tell it all, but I will say some stuff that will totally blow your minds, and B-4 this year is out, since my persecution is now so off the dials!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH THE GODS, PLEASE HOLD THAT DAMN MAYO.

If U all don't think that I could blow the lid off 90 percent of this stuff, just with my POWERFUL MIND BENDING GLANDULAR-MEDICAL CONDITION, and how it all perfectly fits into the family, my kid, and all of it, then U literally R brain dead already, YO folks. My nightmares with the S-DAY-L Company while residing at 1406 Highland Avenue in Cinnaminson, NJUSAESMWG is no accidental or non-TOSE deal, in so much as what my musical arranger Tommy boy and his chosen career all seemingly connected into with my transdimensional hyperspace deal with that fragrance company, and then we go straight over 2 the future antimatter spaces of 34^th Street in Manhattan, and the mighty and endlessly awesome MISTER MACY-WOW OF 7-12-1984, and then we can go on and on and on 2 my mom and my pushing her buttons at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, 3 or 4 years back into matter space, from when we rented that home on HIGHLAND AVENUE where my musical project called 'WHAT'S WRONG' was done and sent 4 copyright. Talk about powerful transdimensional arguments, hey YO, the entertainment world hasn't even begun 2 make up so-called fictional junk that starts 2 rival my life. Anyone can make powerful action scenes, all that began with those stupid 1978 SUPERMAN MOVIES with Superman being thrown through buses and all kinds of crazy nonsensical stupidity. Anyone in Hellyweird can do those things, as all it takes is money, peeps, and high advanced electronic wizardry-technology, YO and 2 quote me' distant cuzz and my 3^rd Donald-named cuzz, “I really do hate 2 tell U this”, & yes lovely Mizz Erica Susan-Kane Luccisnakes, mahm, I hate 2 tell U thissssssss!

'THE END', oh lovely Savant 'L&O'-SVU-Katy!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Introduction	Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness.
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Now, as for this strange man, who had the personality of a robot: He said very little, and once we left the apartment, and the song was posted up, he would not even speak to me, all the way back to the library where my car was parked, as we took his car from there to my place. He ignored me completely, and I knew that something was wrong. I did nothing or said nothing to prompt that weird action on his part NOTHING. Still we already had exchanged telephone numbers, back at the library previously; and so a week later, I called him, and when he would not answer, I left a voicemail message, that I would be at the Publix here in town, where he works at, to pay him a short visit and give him his ten dollar payment for helping me. I got there on the third, the day my SSD money was credited to my checking account, and he just about totally ignored me again, for no reason. He finally said, “I'll call you tonight”. He of course did not, and I would have bet big money that he would not. On the following day I called him to tell him I wanted to pay him what I owed him, and did not get his voicemail, but a special message blocking my number, saying that the customer is not taking calls, this is a blocking, I am pretty sure. Fine, be a prick, I was going to pay you ten dollars, but since you don't want the money, well, I can use it, BRO. For whatever reason, he wants nothing more to frikkin do with me, but the story does not end there, and far from it. You see L-4, while he was here, in fact he had just got into the apartment, and two minutes or less afterward, a knock on the door came, an African American male, about age thirty years give or take, a large man, & told me he is looking for some person, and he gave me a name; but at the time, it was of no interest to me, so I admit to forgetting it; and then he asked about another name, and then a third name; and when I responded with three 'no' answers, he then said, “Do you live here?”, right to me, right at my door, with me inside of my own apartment. I said that I did, and closed the door on him. I reported the incident to Debbie Morotto, and it's being looked into. I get a visitor over here, and shit immediately starts. Another CROW coincidence? I somehow really don't think so dudes and duddesses out here reading these words. Would you be buying into all of this mucking bullslit if it was all happening to you, and not just once or twice or thrice, but for nearly 30 mother frucking years now without let up, YO??????????????? I am making plans to leave Florida all together, but not for Mexico, as this I have come to learn from reliable sources, that are not anyone else's business for right now; that my enemies, or the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE; wants me to do just this, SO FORGET IT. I am going back home, to where I belong; that was home, this is HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I never said my life back in bunt tapping New Jersey was heaven, not by a mucking ass long shot folks; but it wasn't total death-land Florida either, YO! And then comes Mister transdimensional Mowry and his turning off my harmony track on my 2013 remade fisherman song, who was the dude who owns a lakehouse, and a boat rental joint in some parallel world, or what Dan Curtis and his crew and peeps might have called a half century or more ago now, “parallel-time”. In 1969, I told my pal Ziggy at the great area of Atlantic City, all about what I then called, “Reflectional Time”, and this was almost three quarters of a year B-4 DARK SHADOWS ever had their strange east wing room in their Collinwood Mansion, and without the 'GS' lettered neighboring town of WESTMONT (WSMT), since we R speaking of transdimensional songs here, and then the final days of the 5 year running show with SARAH and CARRIE, I mean if Mister J. Redfield has naught yet suffered his fatal coronary thrombosis attack yet, stand back folks; as HE WILL B DOING IT, AND IPYT! Now simply asked here, just Y do I say the words of Reflectional Time, U may B head scratching by now, or a few of U may B, YO????????? If I told U that our dream-realm is nothing more than a 5^th dimensionally created mind system, U would go half nuts if U could C what I am able 2-C. Now try adding 2 that mix, the fact that in our dreams, we sometimes visit the other side of the great purgatorial bust out that peeps call the BIG-BANG. The other side of it is us going back into ourselves. We would perceive it as watching peeps come out of their graves, living their lives in reverse, and going back 2 being babies and climbing back into our mother's only this is exactly how all of us would also B endlessly perceived by them should they ever B truly able 2 view us on this side of Ziggy's magical dark pipe, huh there Mister Road-trips Alchemist from 1974, YO????????????????? WOW THAT Mister 34-7-12-1984 MACY!!!!!! I had invented a small toy that was sort of like my daughter's flashy strobing gadget up there on that 10-5-2008 'dream-house' or 'mental-memory', or 'whatever' Congressman Greatvoice Bob, YO; and it seemingly performed a vely magical function that I won't begin getting into until some damn glass time in 2024. It seemingly connected up dreams with mirrors, and other wild stuff that nobody needed 2-B wealthy 2 make this little gadget, and the invisible HALLS-FAWCES got into me' mind and showed me how 2 do it, and so, I DID IT, YO! LSS, it proved 2 me that when we dream into the other side of the reflection of purgatory where stuff is moving in the opposite direction because the electron is orbiting the atom in that way when inverted, as with the example of grave tombs and birth canals in both directions, and the relativity of both of them as well; and so whenever dreaming humans go into that other reflected side and then wake up or come back here again, along with the kerlian energy, they also seemingly R bringing back infinitesimal traces of matter that is running in reverse also, and so this is how we sometimes C the future in our dreams, and is also the unanswered and unraveled mystery of Y there is a small amount of reversed material inside of both sides of the large blow out (B-B, BIG BANG). All physicists know that there is a trace wee tad bit of antimatter in our universe, and the same thing goes in the opposite and reflected side of it as well. We will stop here 4 now!!!!!!!

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[ 26 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204016	1980
[ 27 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Same title.	PAu003037983	2005
[ 28 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Thanx to the shadows.	PAu002237985	1997

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MY OFFICIAL © #29 papers were criminally stolen and removed from my apartment at the Public Housing Building (PEE-HA), in 2014 sometime by the peeps who R supposedly there 2 protect AGAINST CRIME, the Crime Prevention peeps of the county of S-L, OH SHERIFF KJM, mighty sir, so I had 2 copy this in and do not have the actual Pau number of project 29, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Now the big question that once was refered 2 as the 64-K dollar question, is gee, just Y was this stolen from my apartment, good old magic song on magical music-project #29, YO?????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEE.

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MY MAGICAL TECHNO-POP SONG OF 1983 AND THEN POW, REFLECTED INTO ANTIMATTER SPACE 180 TRILLION MILES AWAY

180,000,000,000,000 MILES!

And all podium speeches notwithstanding here, Mister Jerry Pliner, SIR!!!

ALLIGATOR HATERS ANONYMOUS-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,

OH AWESOME 1971 MIKE MCNULTY. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir C-F!!!!

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.

Posting 2 the cloud at 2:31 PM, 11/26/2023.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Millionth Council is torturing me, test two

I am under death siege this Thursday morning from Milituforce Otammscum. Crash level planes R repeatedly flying over the roof of my mobile home park at the Comcast Cable building here in Cranberryville-Hammonton-NJUSAESMWG.

U will B continuing 2 receive twisters and floods and storms and wildfires and earthquakes along with tidal waves and hurricanes and volcanoes. U have really asked 4 it bastards.

Ann and I will B starting an opposite-shooting-ass kicking in Atlantic City next week and I plan 2 quit that misery U prick sleaze put me through on weekends 4 minimum fucking wage and doghouse working conditions. The secrets I will start 2 let out on everything that the entire crooked fixed entertainment world has done 2 me 4 --- 3+ decades, will all get told. Fuck all of U’s!!!!

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Wednesday, May 21, 2008

test blog number 3, MICK/MICKEY Haddonwood LG, not so goo d

This is a test blog for a paste key malfunction, either the fault of my stuff or something down at the mindsay.com site, I am logged in as Mountainpen so this is my html blogging address, let me C if this pastes up now 2 Blogger, as I just had a light bulb flash/blowout after trying 2 post at Mindsay, the freaking MILLIONTH COUNCIL just will never ever leave me the fucking hell alone!!!!!! Ok, it pasted in, something is wrong with the freaking www.mindsay.com site. BYE-BYE-MC my queen.

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“EXPLANATION TIME”
052180, year inverted,
9 at night everybody on the east coast of America
Beginning Transmission, bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!

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[ 1 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	For the record.	PAu000662409	1984
[ 2 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	I'm Criana.	PAu000724397	1985
[ 3 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.	PAu003351785	2007
[ 4 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system.	TXu000514390	1992
[ 5 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Lost love.	PAu000344219	1981
[ 6 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection, set 4.	PAu000546149	1983
[ 7 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection : set III.	PAu000442785	1982
[ 8 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo tunes.	PAu000325091	1981
[ 9 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr tunes.	PAu000411864	1982
[ 10 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Queen of blue.	PAu000825471	1986
[ 11 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Real good girl.	PAu000881543	1986
[ 12 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.	PAu002506106	2000
[ 13 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Saga of song writer Mark Mud.	PAu000501582	1983
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What's wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989
[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
[ 23 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204015	1980
[ 24 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity music pre-book.	PAu002336935	1998
[ 25 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity tunes of 1998.	PAu002282717	1998

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[ 27 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Same title.	PAu003037983	2005
[ 28 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Thanx to the shadows.	PAu002237985	1997

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You'll Be Crossing Over.

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I have quite a 'doozie-whopper' story 2 tell today, oh wonderful Sir-'President Barrack Obama', and it goes like thissssssss, oh lovely Mizz Erica Luccisnakes:

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Dennis Snyder, Mark Mohr, and Dawn King. The lookalike photo of Mister Snyder is mind blowing but most likely is not actually him, but now I am convinced that that is not a lookalike photo of Mizz King. She obviously got drunk at a party and someone took a phone cam shot and posted it on the internet on some funny-photos page where I got many of me' funny photos from, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHENEVER I DO ANYTHING CONNECTED EVEN REMOTELY WITH MUSIC, POW; HERE IT COMES: “WOE WHIZ ME ON STEROIDS”!

So many things make perfect sense now after decades of endless frustrating wonderment. But still Detective fictional “L&O” Briscoe oh sir, many things still remain completely bedazzled and mind bending and absolutely incomprehensible. Those that I have yet 2 figure out and still am merely acting out the old MTM 1970 TV-show “Bess's baby-sitter” role, will never B known 2 the general public, as next week sometime, THESE BOM-BOB-BLOGS that have become the temporary 'DEAR DIARY JOURNAL writings' only, will B gone forever. Peeps love 2 doubt my sincerity. Ann King Silva did, when I insisted with her that day, at the local Mickey Dee joint in Berlin, NJUSAESMWG; that I will soon B just packing up and disappearing, as I cannot take her daughter's rotten mistreatment of me, any gol dog longer! She mocked me, and she found out she was wrong. So have many others, and sometime next week; so will some real dick brain blog readers, and THAT, is an absolute guarantee and muscles-Monique PROMISE; last day standing or NAUGHT, huh there Mizz 1983 Blake?

My situation leading 2 my altered life happened twice, when I say altered; as once was physically altered, and once was altered in invisible ways and both were beyond Senator Sanders HUUUUUUUGE on terra-steroids cubed and Cuban!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But let us talk about my Atco incident that physically altered my life on this planet as the human being named and known by, one MARK WAYNE MOHR. I have told a lot of the tale that all happened right around half past ten one night and totally completely out of the blue, while eating soime candy and drinking a soda, sitting on my living room couch after my mom had retired 4 the evening, and I was watching some dorky movie on network television about some kids who had just recorded a song, calling it, “a monster tune, and were discussing adding some reverberation 2 some of the tracks”, and suddenly; I could not clear my throat, and this entire nightmare began, right out of a cross between a real major POTTER-POOFING-HOGWARTS MAGICAL SPELL and lovely Mizz Lara Parker the actress who had recently played the role on television as Angelique the witch, on the world renown show called, “Dark Shadows”, and what she did back in 1795, 2 her lover Barnabas Collins, who had just scorned her as he was in love with another woman by the name of Josette Dupres, using a toy soldier belonging 2 him as a boy, and one of his handkerchief, 2 perform her magical spell. 2 this day it is all beyond mystical and magical and even the Potter-Hogwarts Society would B shaking their heads with all of its powerful built in endless wild unfathomable complexities!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some of these things have been directly talked about, some things only hinted at, and many connections of possibilities have been all drawn up 4 my nearly 20 years now blogging about my nightmare story straight from beyond the gates of PURGATORIAL-DOGTOWN, leading straight 2 my door here on the EARTH-PLANET, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now only with the knowledge and wisdom that I've gleaned from experiencing 70 of the kookiest and craziest years imaginable in this life, can I have even the remotest chance 2 analyze this incident of that nightmare night, and try making any real possible sense out of it in even the smallest infinitesimal ways. Using unfathomable stuff learned from many of my 'out of body trips', great discussions with lovely Mizz Patricia HHH, and other things just as far out and 2 lengthy 2 delve into fully right now; and I am able 2 at least begin working on this unthinkable true life jigsaw puzzle called DOGTOWN ON STEROIDS. If this was really a bought puzzle from some inconceivable shop somewhere, that title would most likely B printed quite largely and boldly, on the box and right below that a fiery shot of the most horrible imaginable scenes of blood and gore and destruction that makes wars on Earth appear as tame picnic days at the beach in any true comparison. Try picturing an enemy that does not think at all like a human being, and only can B compared 2 anyone of us with our emotions of hate or jealousy and definitely intense anger along with a one track mind that can only think of endlessly plotting horror and wickedness against us 24-7-365!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That is what the left spinning subatomic energies R doing all the time, but the more they feel the need 2 go after someone, the worse this is made 4 them, and what causes this need 2 go after someone is not based on stuff that human beings would B able 2 ever seriously relate 2 and is against the logical grain of a normal natural mind in so much as what would make U or me want 2 really hurt someone or even totally wipe them out. The bible uses old world diction and goes into this quite heavily and often, saying how SATAN the DEVIL wants only 2 destroy us, and goodness, and along these lines, but the Bible and 'GOD', also know that unlike dummy Mountainpen, mortals have very limited minds; and so when the type of details that my Morianity dares 2 enter into R attempted, it is merely a self defeating waste of time and energy, forever and ever, and keep it up long enough, and U will B labeled a crack pot kook and even B put away in a psych hospital if someone went 2 far, and is Y my discussion of not crossing major RED LINES is discussed quite often during my 18 years of the blog works. Now the most powerful event that happened 2 me in my entire life no matter what I may have said on this long project or how someone may have read into these words, is what happened 2 me on that wild nightmare night of June the 4^th in 1983 when I suddenly was bewitched by this mind busting chocking condition. But as months and years ticked by, a lot more was found 2-B behind the OZ-curtains that were blocking the inner machinery 2 all of this hellishness. This is what I have laid lots of foundations down about now, and what I will begin very soon getting into in real powerful elucidated details that will blow away any serious minded reader who wishes 2 learn and find what real truths R and just Y we all R truly here on this EARTH-PLANET, and yes, the great WOMO-SPACEFORCE is indeed vehemently against anyone daring 2 do this, and they have true powers behind their motives and agendas that do not come from the worlds of mass and matter, an dmany of them R not even aware of this incredible reality despite being part of the ongoing endless operations of it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The problem here is that regular peeps who should in all balances of natural order, B on the side of someone like me since we R fighting the very same thing only they refuse 2 ever C and realize that power house truth, and rather than want 2 form a needed group and all try and fight this thing B-4 it truly is 2 goddamn late forever, they merely say that Mountainpen is a sicko crackpot bananaa guy escaped from his space cadet cage and in need of a team of psychiatrists!!!!!!!!!!!! I also know that indeed there is a little voice that gets into all of our heads, all of the time, and that 90 percent of the time, we obey it without question as it successfully manages 2 fool us into thinking and believing that this voice is actually OUR OWN THOUGHTS, when it is anything but, but rather it is all a part of what my Morianity has called and labeled 4 nearly 2 decades now, the ETTOS, standing 4 ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION AND OMISSION SYSTEM. I seem 2-B the only person alive completely aware and familiar with the ops of this 'voice from within'. None of U out here realize just how hard I have tried 2 convince numerous peeps of this, and shown them proof of its truth and absolute deadly effects wit stuff in their own personal lives, and STILL, THE REFUSE 2 EVEN LISTEN, and Y? Because that voice keeps telling them all 2, that's goddamn Y!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is only an opening and wee tad bit of a foundation on all of this, and U-R all about 2 get the mind blow of your goddamn lives as time keeps marching onward.

Magic Soft Toilet Seat 1990's Revelation

As many folks now a days also do, I moved around a lot in my younger days and times, and only since the death of my mother have I began the endless search 2 find a perfect spot in which 2 reside. There is no such thing, we all know this only 2 goddamn well. But back then in the 80's and 90's, simply put, there was no telling me that piece of information. As with Mister John King in early September of 1996, “I simply wasn't HOSE-HEARING any of it”, YO! So on and on I'd go in my ever unsuccessful attempt at finding something I suppose that would B classified somewhere in-between Shangrala and Spellcheckers that never get hacked if magically transferred into earthly abodes 4 the non-wealthy peeps 2 live. HA-HA-HA and AHA-AHA-Amanda Harris McKechnie, the Spellchecker system is okay again after a flucking goddarn reboot of this rotten cum-puke-her. So B-4 we get into this title's meaning on this FINAL BLOG, and as was told sometime back that at the end of this month, I would B returning 2 work, and I shall B; and let me tell U-Y, and then we can wrap things up with the title of this work; as it is beyond interesting, as all stuff in my life, 2 say the vely non-McDowell-Cooley, least, always seems 2-B. Yes this day was given every chance 2 break the frucking major rotten BOTBAR STRING, and it goddamn FRUCKING FAILED entirely and completely, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am now at 10 PM on this evening and final evening of this 9^th month, super botbar times 3, or crack 2 crack 2 crack flucking goddamn botbar now, folks!!!!!!! I told U that I had a plan that might hopefully bring my credit age accounts average 2 a higher amount of total months times, presently I am at less than 2 full years when all averaged out, and I tried getting an old Chevron Account reopened that had been closed due 2 inactivity in 2017, according 2 the CK-folks. But no dice, as unfortunately the account was gone entirely from their records, so it just could not B done. I told them I did not wish 2 apply 4 a new card as this would further bring down me' credit FICO score. Oh well, at least it wouldn't bring down me' LOIS-FOCA score, as that is already as down; as down, and low, and sunk, and dark; could ever B, huh all fans of 1980 out there everywhere?????????? Between the Spellchecker Hack Job, the Chevron attempt 2 boost me credit FICO score failure, the Blogaudian viewership completely and 'Galanet' mysteriously dying off suddenly in one quick instant, after a recent time powerful explosion, right out of ROD SERLING'S FUTHERMUCKING TWILIGHT ZONE 1960'S TELEVISION SHOW; and on top of that, coming off of an already MAJOR BOTBAR TIMES 2 DEATH ASSAULT ON ME BY THE WOMO-SPACEFORCE-SPAMMENIES, YO YO YO YO YO, I could naught B anything legitimately OTHER FLUCKING THAN SUPER MAJOR BOTBAR TIMES 3 NOW, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, KIND AWESOME WONDERFUL Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, oh kind sir!!!!!!!!!! Lightning comes around 2 look after HER little boy every day, as SHE definitely is well aware that he is in some major rock chucking WOE-WHIZ-ME trouble and problems!

Now nothing is ever all goddarn bad. Florida just increased its minimum wage for all non-tipped employees 2 twelve smacks per hour up a dollar from 11 bucks, and it will go up over the next few years a dollar here and there reaching 2 fifteen, so it is high time 2 get back into security work again on the flucking weekends and get away from this total frucking internet nonsense and peeps with absolutely no loyalty nor interest in this powerful true story as well as attempt at literally saving humanity from absolute gloom and doom in the next few years. When it all hits the fan when that monster DJT becomes KING TRUMP OF AMERICA, and he and his royal garbage family takes over and makes all of U nothing but his total slaves, as I have completely predicted 2-B the case; just don't any of U out there ever goddamn dare 2 come back on the Mountainpen 4 diddly slit, as he did his very utmost damn grass best 2 warn all of U ingrates out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am posting up this final blog forever tonight, and THAT WILL B THAT, MISTER ESOLPH. I will have nothing whatsoever 2 hunt trapping work jerk work off smirk cough with tomorrow the 1^st of the 10^th month; after coming off of BOTBAR X-3, instantly lowering me after the day's 3-3 opening, straight down 2 a 2-2-GLMA, from the split second that I pop out of bed!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, it is back 2 FLUCKING GRASS ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG 4 THE MOUNTAINPEN, when me' dad-gang lease ends in February of 2024, the leap-election year!!!!!!!!!

I may not be the great Kid-Dy-NO-Mite-Jay-Jay Evans. There's no dispute about this on my part, and so I won't even attempt to argue it. Still, all of these things led to the Cooley High, following my four year stint at the Cooley Hall. Yes, there are zillions of coincidences that I do not believe in, and you may definitely count this as one of them. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, are there places where coincidences are indeed quite totally legitimate and real? Of course there are. There is no such thing as NEVER, not to an existor, and we're all existors, or as Morianity calls us, “Purgatites”. Before moving along with this, my nabes are annoying me this Saturday afternoon with lots of doors and in and out activity. ROACHES of course follow suit, and are all over the place; but this is par for the gash darn stinking course, to quote my late and great Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason! One nice thing is that it's only freaking seventy-one degrees today, and the sun is beginning to creep ever and ever lower now, in the middle autumn skies; so it won't be getting hotter like it was yesterday while I was out on some local errands, and making me perspire my dog gone testicles off!

I was in Atlantic City; and for absolutely no reason whatsoever, I was assaulted by these two lifeguard mascot scumbags, and then mocked and jeered by the entire beach patrol, along with the Atlantic City Police Department; on that hot summer day back in 1975. I know now that Paula King, and Sarah Callio, and other local forces, told these dudes to kick the junk out of me that day. I cannot prove this of course. But my point is that as these dirt bag mother loving big butt dudes were roughing me up on the beach that day, as well as scaring me to death later, on land, on Pacific Avenue, right by a small motel that I ran into, and locked myself in the bathroom, while the owners called the freaking cops for me; but these dirt holes grabbed me around MY NECK, symbolizing CHOKING of course. Now anyone who meticulously studies the great holy words that are written in the Christian King James Version of the Bible, knows quite gash darn well, that all throughout this great book, the entire theme of it is all about great prophets, being given great revelations, of great symbolizing messages; that pertain to a time yet to come; where this Almighty God is planning to visit our planet, as a human being; and I speak of our LORD, JESUS CHRIST. The entire thing is about symbolic messages of God's journey to our world through the womb of a young lady; the blessed Mary, mother of God. So if this entire thing is all about SYMBOLISM, then please don't dismiss stuff, when I say that all of this is totally major symbolically connected, right down to this assault on me, and my being neck-grabbed or (CHOKED)!!!!! Thank You very much my kind folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Back in the nineteen-nineties, I got tired of uncomfortable toilet seats, cold on your bare asshole if the room was at all cool, and extremely hard and uncomfortable 4 someone who had gone half a decade or more under these WOMO DEATH BOWELS ASSAULTS at that time since it began in 1986, and thus, I began purchasing those nice soft seats made of spongy material, and most of U have seen them at stores. They R supposedly less hahj-gee-en-ick, spelled here as the word sounds since worthless frucking Mike Soft Hellwrecker-Spellchecker is of absolutely no help whatsoever here 4 me, folks. I did not care, I needed comfort since I was so bunt tapping frequently on the goddamn toilet with endless death siege HAVANA WEAPONRY assaults. So being someone whom moved around constantly and continually, also in a futile attempt 2 escape these diseased prick WOMO-SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES; it seemed that I would move into new joints, become annoyed at the uncomfortable toilet arrangements after a while, make the change, and then poof, it was off 2 the next place. I never bothered trying 2 go through putting the toilet back with the original seat nor did I bother 2 take off the spongy new seat and clean it and take it with me, so each time following a very short period of enjoying the better said, I was right back again in the very same boat on another yet uncomfortable rotten toilet seat. This went on about 5 times or so it seemed B-4 moving in with the KING's where I no longer was in control of doing anything that I wanted and lost all of me' freedoms, and then when leaving there 4 Florida; I finally just frucking goddamn gave up entirely, and learned 2 live WITH LOUSY ASS PLUCKING TOILET ARRANGEMENTS. IT SEEMS THAT NO MATTER WHAT A PERSON DOES IF THEY R UNDER THIS ROCK CHUCKING HUNTINGTON CURSE; IT IS A PERPETUAL ENDLESS GODDAMN LOSE-LOSE-SITUATION!!!!!!!! Not one runt slapping miserable soul on this EARTH-PLANET has a better healthier respect 4 this 3,000 year old god-dang family curse, than me, the one suffering and targeted with it in present generational responsibility, as per the AWA, or the MILLCO-ASTRAL-PLANE SALGA, as it has been shortened into from the SALVATION-GAME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! Also I have shortened the term of 'SALGA' into the 12^th SAGA, and hey world, Y the Dogtown naught? It seems that I am already a bit well known on the net 4 the 12th planet deal, and even have some of me' music used without any of me' permission, by some dude calling himself Sir Kevin Moore. I mean really peeps, SAGA when the 'L' letter is added right smack dab in-between the word makes it 'SA-L-GA', and the letter-L is indeed the 12^th letter of the English alphabet, ask any Latin gang member of a mighty dangerous and extremely well respected group of oh so fine nice fellows. WHAAAAAA-HA-AHA Mister McNulty Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ButButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, BUTbutbut BUTTERCHEESE, big ass BUTT-but all notwithstanding here folks; how can we ignore in the smallest way and call ourselves rational or logical thinking peeps and then right away go onto say stuff such as, James Redfield and his synchronicity or Mountainpen's Morianity and the SAFET teachings, R pure unadulterated absolute nonsensical garbage????

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This foundation is the invention of a man who has been the victim of terrible harrasment for many years, from powerful high profile people that ruined his life. It is his sincere desire to someday have a place where people such as myself, can come to to assist them from any and all persecutions from anyone or group, all within the laws of the United States and the world.

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

MOVEMENT STAGE # 56 – AND I AM GETTING HAMMERED BY FLICKS

Lots of siege is everywhere. The air was quieter 4 a while, but got nasty just an hour shy of the opening bell on Wall Street this Wednesday morning. A nasty low BFA plane, followed 4 minutes later by loud and low military shkit, flew right over my residence, persecuting me. Monday at 11 AM. I suffered the worst home theater attack, constant cut outs on my right channel. There is absolutely nothing wrong with the machines, and I have had a licensed technician check it out and give all my stuff a totally clean bill of health. I will B forwarding my information to the American Civil Liberties authorities and to the Federal Communications Commission, which will B an obvious waste as it is being done by this evil controlling and invading force that has been running and is in total charge of, our government ever since we broke heavily into the world of radio frequency generation. B-4 going on, I do not feel everyone around me is being totally honest with me, including my web master and guru, Ed Himacane. Recently, a major snafu occurred with his computer, and he informs me about some drive technical info that caused it, but I think there is more going on than he is willing 2 tell me. I have lost many friends and people around me throughout the past 25 years or so, as people 4 whatever reasons, just cannot stand being proven wrong. Much as I like “Law and Order”, the show, and Mr. McCoy; this having 2-B on top, and always right, and forever a winner of some invisible turf war; just never was my thing. I know the real reasons behind this behavior that psychologically occurs on very deep layers of the semi-conscious psyche of the individual, and that is to B competitive from cradle 2 the grave, is the best known way to endlessly remove from surface conscious level, the awful nightmare of endless existence. What all of U think of as a great thing, is nothing more than a blocked hellish reality. Believe all you want to that endless life is some magic and great thing. I swear on all I know and believe, that it is the epitome of hell, and is Y we R all so insatiable. Get money, still we R not happy. Get all the sex and materialistic realities, and still we R not happy, not really. Ask all of them, as they know something is radically wrong, but they mistakenly call it “something missing”, and thereby some turn 2 religion, and they feel this works 4 the most part, as the truth gets reversed. Now we get told that we have ‘life eternal’, through some sort of religion or God, as though anyone can actually believe the total nonsense that here we R and then we die, and then like a magic thing of some kind, we go some place. It is beyond laughable, the whole damn world is so off of its nut, the absurdity of all of it simply is far beyond any measure. EVERYTHING IS A HUGE GAME, and this is the sham of all of it. U and I endlessly R being played with. Trying 2 get 2 the bottom of Ufology, government cover ups, why no one is really happy, and on and on, think about it, now tell me it doesn’t make more sense 2-C the reality that this is all a sick twisted game. We are all living in a fifth dimensional reality, a MULTIVERSE, of which our single universe is one of the many onion skin type of layers in. Every thinking entity in it is simply a counterpart of a 6^th dimensional reality, call them mind pieces or 'piss juice' 4 all I care. In this 6^th dimension, these thoughts and interactive patterns of complex emotional and intellectual mind pieces, are Y the lower fifth dimension is filled with all the things that it is filled with. 'Hyper-line space' is nothing more than seeing this 6^th dimension as a connection or 'circuitry' between a multiverse, and the ever cycling above and below circuitry, that makes up the next higher contained dimensionality. Somewhere a mind piece, or thought and memory and feelings and emotions that may go along with them, creates by its very nature of its own beingness, a counterpart wave/particle duality. Simply put, the thought in higher dimensionality is one and the same, with all the things that make up this thought, and all else that is a part of it, on the next lower dimensionality. This 6^th dimension is why we R all here and living our lives, and all of our space and time, all of it, our total infinity, is always smaller than, and totally contained within, its upline counterpart beingness, or its A reality to its 'B-beingness', for a simple way of expressing this. Part of all of this ever downlining process, from endlessly uplining realities, causes not only atoms, sub particles, the forces that act beyond the atom and between them, as well as the combination of all of it that causes it all 2 operate in any of these singularities as well as totally collectively; and is Y from time 2 time I use the expression, “the circuitry of the system” This circuitry is why electronics works the way it does, and no other reason 4-Y it does is real. Every electrician will tell U that, “we understand how electricity works, but not what it really is”. Every licensed electronics technician will tell all of us that 'FM' is code in their world, for “frucking magic”. It is not a joke. They honestly do not know why it all works, they only know that it does, and with the knowledge that they do have, they now can build radios and TV sets, and computers, and telephones, and all of the other things made up of all of the necessary working electronic parts. However, after somewhere in the 19 seventies, read every instruction manual that U get no matter what ‘ELECTRONIC’ apparatus U purchase. First it tells the consumer, NO USER SERVICEABLE PARTS R INSIDE, AND DO NOT OPEN IT UP. Then U have the Federal Communications Commission, [FCC], add in 2 all instruction manuals, 2 other things that have been going over the heads of this dumbed down society 4 decades. First, U now have a machine, whatever it is, that may not cause interference with anything else, and then they go onto say, that U are also prohibited from altering the device in any way to prevent any interference from occurring to your product. Imagine suddenly being told that when U leave your residence, you may not assault nor attack anyone in any way, but also, U may not prevent anyone else from assaulting and attacking U? Is this getting interesting yet ladies and lads? I am only warming freaking up 'bwaby-wuv'. Now, they tell U that if U alter your device, your authority 2 use said device may B taken away from U. Does any of this Adolf Hitler stuff scare anybody yet? If not, welcome to the Society Of The Braindead, or the SOTB. Only this total Sotbee group would not start right about now to B saying 2 themselves, hay, so what the fornication upon consent of the king [FLUCK] is really going down here????

4 those that think field travel and distance elimination theory is a lot of cat smell, try this on 4 size. The universe is made of a stretched fabric, & it is built into the atomic system in the 6^th dimension. Draw your town on a large balloon, a road and then your closest neighboring town, with a dark magic marker, and then let the air slowly out of the balloon. If you compressed the atoms together tight enough, the moon could become the size of a beach-ball. How long would it take 4-U to walk around the moon now??????? Controlled parts of the universe called hyper-density fields, can B artificially created, causing light years 2 effectively become only a few inches in length. Increasing density decreases the mass of it in a precise ratio and proportion. I have built these fields in small ways, inside recording devices, also I have put together certain machines that when placed together and R hooked up to each other, and all sharing one large electrical source with a high 30 amp circuit, and by having a device plugged into one of the same receptacles on line with this system, that shuts off and turns on about 200 times per minute; things so strange can B done, I must not reveal it all 2-U at this time. U can make events come into reality, electromagnetically, if you'll let me coin this new phrase. I created Donald Trump, the personality and reality of the person we all know, not the clay, that was done by his parents, with help from the gods. I have caused thousands of disturbances in weather, and huge natural disasters since the 1980’s came in. There is nothing U cannot do with electromagnetic knowledge, and we as a society, R no longer easily able to get parts anymore, since I started all of this and came on the scene in '80 or about there somewhere. Take the 'LAW AND ORDER' show from last Monday night, on the dynamite station, or TNT, with the water company meter man misreading the meter, and causing a company owner’s son to shoot some representative at the New York City Hall. The FISA which has been worsened by the 911 incident’s Patriot Act, allowing secret warrants and secret courts. These people break into my place all the time since this all started in the 80's, and they cut my wires and mess up my machines, and get away with it; all legal. And then U wonder Y my level of patriotism has plummeted in my adult life???????? In the show on 'L&O', the company was investigated 4 selling video-games 2 other countries not friendly with us, because of the [dual-technology]. I know that this is all so real, none of it is fictional show-shkit, nor made up, nor exaggerated. In fact it must B played down, and under exaggerated. If all the domestic combatants of the establishment and the system, had clue number point oh-one, of what I know about radio frequency, and what electronics is really all about; this whole USA would B in a state of emergency in 6 hours, and I would disappear beneath the Chappaquiddick Kennedy Inebriation Bridge. People that know 2 godsdamn much, R in serious danger. The authorities know that I am carefully watched over by both DIANA ZUUDLECRENESSIA ARTEEMIS, as well as the Great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE. Mess with the ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA, and its curtains 4 this planet. The show is closed, Beatlebug and lovely Amy Cooley.

All Dogtown broke loose last weekend at work 4 me. This week and next week, there won’t B a lot of web logging 4 me. I have been told about the divertor site hack, and many things not 2-B mentioned at the present spot on the 4^th dimension.

Constant attacks R being thrown at me, home theater interference, body attacks, giant girls, job problems big time, and today military air again. I died not long ago, and moved way off center-line. It seems that Bush Senior was not VP under Reagan, but the big D was. Wonder if #16 still is Lincoln, things change around 4 me. I had a vicious hellish interaction when I got back from work, and getting my entire schedule rearranged. I no sooner hit the frigging pillow and fell into a nasty sweaty ugly sleep. In this nightmare, my landlady was insisting that I sign a fraudulent document and was hollering and cursing at me viciously, as she does in waking life when she loses 2 much $$$ at the plucking casinos. My fault I guess that she doesn’t know when 2 stop feeding these 'Trumpscummers'. Last night, they hit me hard and almost gave the Voorhees Skuzzballs the game after being down 5 to 2, but I played and won at roulette, and this wrecked their chance 2 snap a 5 L streak. They suck, they always have, and without me to use 2 cheat; they would B lucky to win 10 trucking games a season. Without me 2 duck with, the Phillies would have won a dozen pennant races, and at least 5 world series games since their last 1980 victory. But don’t believe anything I say. When I said the Flyers had that game a week or more back, notice that they again tied it up from being way behind, but I hit the upload Blogger post button a half hour B-4 the end of their stinking game, and blew them away. If they wouldn’t cheat by hurting me all the time for 21 years now, I wouldn't use my tech to cheat back against them.

Talk about the FOREIGN INTELLIGENCE SECURITY ACT. With me it stared when Callio called the import customs inspectors, and tried 2 hurt me in 1975. First they ordered child porn from some foreign port in my name, and then called the US customs Office. I got a call in April or May of 1975 from them, and did not do one thing to deserve this. They R the child molesters. They R the ones with the cult, the secrets, the muscle boy Mick Gee who shot Ed and I back last fall. See the picture of the transdimensional flux with his shooting hand, by clicking into my pictures at my site, www.morianity-foundation.com/. They R the ones that had the comic book and candy stores spread all over Atlantic City, and had access to all the filth that they had sent to me. I do not order that kind of filth. If I can ever prove what U did 2 me, I will have your whole family behind prison bars 4 the remainder of all of your un-natural lives. 2 months or so later, they ordered 2 lifeguard mascot muscle boys to rough me up and curse horrifically at me; scaring me half 2 death when I was 20 and a half. Later, their filthy government fiends and friends broke into my home through this FISA filth, and messed with my phone. I still have the tape of two agents from the 1983 spring, where these 2 asshole scumbag special agents, were doing something 2 my telephone landline, while living in Atco, NJ. They referred to my blue Pontiac Bonneville, as the 'blue Nungen', whatever the hell this is code 4. I shortly will B sending copies of all of this to the ACLU, The World Court in the Hague, and to the LIBERTARIAN PARTY. People that do not climb onto this great party that would do away with all this anti-freedom, and anti-Americanism in a New York heart beat should they ever come 2 real power, just have no clue what our future here will B like, and what you will help 2-B handing down 2 your kids and theirs. Hitler happened, and so will Hitler #2, and a blind man in a graveyard can C it, if he’d bother 2 just freaking look. Later after they ducked with my phone, they snuck into my basement and re-worked the duct work to send carbon monoxide up the vent directly into my bedroom. A few days later, they re-routed it like they never had touched it. I died, and never came back to the world that I remember. I have a videotape of a movie made in Hollywood in the 1990’s, starring Saddam Hussein; and yet I sit in this reality where things are totally different. I have another CNN VHS tape of the OJ Simpson trial, that blatantly shows some kind of craft leaving our world at a high rate of velocity, close to 30 or 40 thousand MPS, yes per second. I have the tape. I have lived in realities where EMF stood 4 ELECTROMOTIVE FORCE, & here it seems 2 stand 4 ELECTROMAGNETIC FIELD. You will never know the feeling of crashing right through a police car, and not doing anything except moving on instantly from a slightly different point in the fifth dimension. I guess the 2 young girls hit at the stop sign by the trooper, will never know my hell. The mother would most likely give me her blood in exchange 4 being me. If she only knew that I would give my blood and every star in the sky, if they were mine 2 give, just 2-B-U.

If the ACLU cannot or will not help me; U will have 2 get me oudda' here KS, as I have taken all I can of this unfathomable and endless hellish abuse from the hands of these polluted and diseased scum. Hope U come up with some info on advertising websites. Do not e-mail the info to me please, as remember once or twice, we never got what we sent each other. They have divertor boards that can send through our servers, totally fake routing and it appears that we R getting normally through. They have used this same tech on me with the telephone, since the early middle 1980’s.

There is naturally much much more 2 say, but if anyone in the world ever chooses 2 help me and believe in me that I have better things 2 do with my life than all this, I am here and hoping and waiting. C-Y-I believe I have died and gone into some absolute hell? In a real world, would someone in the entire world not B curious enough 2-C what all of this is about? We all know that the same thing covering Ufology, is behind my messes and nightmares. As 4 the nightmare with my landlady, it occurred the day B-4 the blue chips took one 2 the chin. Every time she gives me hell, up it goes. I want this officially documented for the Civil Liberties Authorities!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, I have yet 2 lose my authority 2 use any of my devices by the feds, but sure hope and prey that I have planted some seeds of thought for the public, then again, I believe that only those they know would B suspicious if going 2 my blogs and website, only 2 read bland weather reports and the latest stunt of Britney, by all others; must all B getting diverted through the servers, into a fake site. Wouldn’t shock me if someone goes up and reads, “It is 50 degrees, I had a good night’s sleep, found Beaver Cleaver’s diary, pet a stray dog, hiccuped, and went back to bed, and by the way I think the Callio’s R fine and decent people”. No, I ain’t buying any of this. By now, somebody somewhere, after a year plus, would have at least said, HAY GRASSMOLE, YOU SUCK WIND. Not buying it for a single, not singe, single second, several error typos from prior blogs that most likely never will B read, just hidden along with all the other 'feds con games' and carny shows inside their hidden circle ships hidden in non existent hangers and areas, later 2-B revealed in 'antimatter Morianity' as from the DREAM-WORLD!

Brown eyed Cally-Cow, 1010 Callio, C-U later on when U lock me up again someday at your lovely meter over read water company. Say hi to Paula the giant, and her mysterious computer whiz daughter from OZ, or wherever.

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