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Connection Between Dreams, UFO Truths, and the Magical Little Voice We All Here Inside Our Selves
IF I DIDN'T KNOW BETTER, I WOULD ABSOLUTELY SWEAR THAT SOMEONE SCANNED BACK THROUGH A LUN-SAT GALANET SIGNAL SYSTEM, AND POSTED MISSES MARCUCCI HAVING A CUPAJOE WITH MISSES MAROLA, ME' ESS-COOLEY HALL EDUCATOR, AND OF COURSE THE HUBBY OF MISSES M WAS ALSO ME' SPECIAL-EDUCATOR, AND AS WE ALL KNOW FROM MORIANITY, SPECIAL, IN WAY MORE WAYS THAN JUST BEING AT A SUPPOSEDLY SPECIAL-ED SCHOOL, HUH WORLD?
HEY, Y if Mountainpen is naught telling a powerful true tale, have invisible powers endlessly continued 2 make all of my photo links vanish by turning them off at the source? The UFO seekers all have the very same exact problem in their endless search and quest 2 learn their truths as well. But what if their truths and MY MORIANITY TRUTHS, R all part of the VERY EXACT SAME THING????????????? What if the level 8 and level 9 PURGATITES indeed R the UFO sightings, or at least approximately 3 percent of them? Yes world, the COINS & COILS, dreaming, 5-D-Hyperspace and Exploratronic activity, is ALL ONE AND THE SAME TRUTH, as was fictionally of course, the best possible example that ever could B given, YO, CLARK KENT & SUPERMAN. So think about it!!!!!!!!!!
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THIS SHORT WRITING IS AN OPENING OF A POWERFUL AND QUITE BEYOND HUUUUUUUGE topic and subject, and that being, the very name of this titled-blog-work, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA, Jane Dirtskunkbreath Thistlthorns Scumholeweeds; U missed me, with your rotten lousy ONES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All of my entire life, I have had every single thing in it which no reader can possibly conceive and will insist inside of themselves that this Mountainpen-sicko whack job, must B in fact making this all up, or at least major exaggerating with it. I know that I am not one small bit exaggerating my true tale here, but U of course can only endlessly wonder and head-scratch. Of course, I realize that, lovely HTHS-Mizz Sharon Pee. But ever since I was born, this has gone on around me, and yes; in certain definite and major stages in time, the entire matter would seemingly jump up and escalate into a lot more than B-4. It was the same old same old but simultaneously it was a major stage jumping or an increased amount of the same pile of horrible negatives endlessly happening around me and there was no way 2-B living my life and inside of my shoes, and not B completely aware of this reality, despite everyone insisting with me that I am in need of a team of head shrinks and lots of endless psycho-therapy. My first escalation of the same stuff only on a higher increased level and layer of stuff, was when I walked out of school forever, leaving the mighty and quite illustrious and elusive, COOLEY HALL, IN THE FINAL DAYS OF JANUARY, IN THE YEAR OF 1973. Then the next major jump and escalation was after meeting Sir Jim Burr at the PCI Computer School in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG in the summer time of 1973 around a half of a year after leaving school, and his almost immediately falling into his wild crazy holy roller religion and then telling me all about the satanic forces that were destroying both his life as well as my life, and went onto explain Y stuff was all happening around me in my life, only I had no balancing concepts around me nor anyone belonging 2 the future group known as the 'AAT', or Ancient Astronaut Theory peeps. The next jump after this was the entire 3 year period of between middle 1983 into middle 1986 and ending with the exact major life altering incident on 15 August of 1986. The next one was at the very start of August a decade after that in 1996 with the Turnersville Pathmark terror threat on my mom and me and all of the great search 4 the magical goddess SSJKK time period, leading 2 the slow and very monstrously torturous demise of my mother that dragged out 4 more than 2 solid years and ending on the 4th of March, in the starting of this 3rd millennium, the great Marola-Cooley-2000 year. The final jump of escalating disastrous nightmares in my sub vampiric existence called human life only it was never truly that, was the meeting of the great Washcloth family only not from 'dreams in 1970' in Ventnor, NJUSAESMWG, but rather more than three and a half decades following those initial nightmares, and here in waking life, the KING CLAN, and then eventually shortly after meeting them, actually coming 2 live with this washcloth family of unfathomable surreal nightmares on terra-steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now these jumps and escalations changed absolutely nothing. It was like a powerful kilowatt Crown Audio Amplifier connected into a keyboard with some cat or dog walking on the keys, and making a horrendous sound. It all stunk 2 Dogtown squared and back, but these dated jumps R simply comparable with another twist of the volume dial, and this horrible noise being merely turned up higher and higher and higher. That point is what needs 2-B made B-4 going on with the magic voices that we all hear inside our minds, and that psychiatrists continue insisting come from our normal various levels of human thought processes. They do not, and real born again Christians, despite being back in the midevel Renaissance times, know that what I am saying here is absolutely true. This is about the only thing positive that I can say about approximately 80 percent of the red side aisle, over that same approximate percentage on the blue side. I still say that the democrats elected Donald Trump in November of 2016, and by taking their damn dirty glass political correctness movement just 2 far!!!!!!!!! Nothing 2 damn extreme on both left and right sides is good nor healthy 4 this nation, and I would sell my 'soul' 2 the 'proverbial devil' today, if it would create a powerful emerging third party of absolute in-between red and blue ideas. At least a strong party in the real and true middle would allow this country a chance 2 move on again rather than lead 2 its obvious ultimate very soon total destruction. No I don't mean pow pow and bombs dropped destruction. There R many more ways 2 wipe out a nation than just using violent stuff and horror. We already R 90 percent completely destroyed and on top of this, we don't even realize it. Now tell me just how much worse the H-bomb is than THAT!!!!!!! But enough political discussions, shall we get back now onto the point and title of this writing: There is a voice that we all hear inside our heads, U now it, I know it, head shrink docks know it, nobody denies it, and absolutely nobody truly understands it, not even the so-called enlightened and god-realized MWM-Mountainpen-Cursed-Huntington!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTERCHEESE, BIG GLASS BUTT, and but people YO, I do know something and that something is more than any of U, and IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So let us get 2 this now, ''okay'' Mister Latengrate Atlantic City Sir John King of early September of 1996????? JEEZ-Louise.
Everyone reading this writing knows they 2 have their little voice, and it has most likely told U all sorts of stuff while U-R reading these words. What I wish some of U would do as 2024 comes in, is begin keeping a little notebook or digital record in your phone or wherever, of each time the voice tells U anything about me or my story, while U read it. U never have 2 share it with me or anyone, but once every couple of months, examine it. Then examine stuff I am writing as each new 60 day period begins. Watch how my blogs start conforming 2 stuff U hear with your little voice. After this blows your mind, we may B sort of ready 2 try this 2nd stage of the wildest thing 2 happen in your life, most likely. I will start 2 then show peeps that both in-waking-world as well as when U go off into 'dreamville', my blogs will follow U in ways that will go beyond anything that U can possibly imagine. Already over the past second half of my time living here in Flowerland-USA, AKA FLUSAESMWG; my dreams correspond 2 stuff that my Blogaudians R 'thinking about' many times, while reading these blogs. How do I know this, and how can I-B bold enough 2 believe that 4 one single second, some R obviously thinking 2 themselves right now? When I am ready, I will give U some answers that will blow your minds from here 2 triple Dogtown and back. I am not ready yet 4 the simple reason that I know that U-R not ready 4 me 2 do this with anyone of U YET!!!!!!!!!!! It's as simple as THAT!
Also 4 me 2 want 2 go on with all of this, which would prove my story of Morianity in ways so gargantuan and beyond Sanders-HUGE, that I would become a super viral blog in days. Still, I know that I need a slightly more reliable viewing Blogaudian group. I always appreciate any viewing peeps, and do not think that I don't. But unless I get more than what I semi-jokingly call a GALANET VIEWERSHIP 4 the most part; it simply would B a waste of time 2 move that particular experiment any further. It wouldn't do me and it wouldn't do anyone of U one wee tad bit of good. Many peeps think I am joking when I discuss the GALANET, and I know that I am not, and my advice 2 anyone who thinks this is a joke or that I am just a total fruit cake 4 believing in this possibility; U need 2 get a copy of the original STAR TREK TV-SHOW and the episode whose title escapes my mind right now, but it is the first season in 1966 and it is about a dude that calls himself General and Squire TRILANE, and lives on a planetoid created by him that is over five quadrillion miles from the Earth and who has a powerful scanner device able 2 aim at this planet and watch the inhabitants of it living their daily lives. Then ask any professor at a top city college in that discipline of astrophysics if this theoretical concept is not 100 percent real and true. I then would suggest finding a little bit more about my 1994 so-called fictional SYFY book called, “The Permission Barrier”. But we don't need move any further down that road 4 today. So then just how do dreams, and UFO's, and the little voice that we all hear every so often; all tie together? If the answer here was real nice and short, sweet, simple, and a one lesson discourse, I would B just as happy if not happier than anyone of U out there reading this, but reality is what it is 2 quote the latengrate monster girl on steroids of the WASHCLOTH TAWF FAMILY, and the lovely Mizz Dawn-Marie King herself no less!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It simply is anything BUTTTTTTTTT quick and easy and simple and all of that. It does however tie all of religion and UFO stuff and Morianity and dreams and hyperspace, all together and more perfectly, than a thousand bibles or Pope's or college professor's that I have so far met in this human life of mine, all put together and multiplied ten times, and then some!!!!!! I say this in no way 2 prove that Verizon has pegged me accurately earlier last year; but simply 2 tell stuff straight and absolutely true, so help me PINK GODDESS JEHOVAH SSJKK!!!!!!!!!!!! So yes world, I absolutely promise U all that this will slowly B gotten into in this 2024, starting with this very opening work here on NEW YEAR'S DAY!!!!!!!!!!!! So I now wish my Blogaudians a vely vely H-N-Y, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE END.
Sunday, December 31, 2023 posting @ 02:41 PM.
The Silicon Valley Royals Will Both Love & Despise This Blogged Information but it Must B Told
This short whittle squib is all about what my old 2007 blogs referenced quite often. I gave it a name and that name is my own name 4 it and it may in the future have an entirely different name and most likely will, as there is an astral plane intelligence behind my not ever being recognized as MARK WAYNE MOHR in this present-me human physical persona and life, that I am stuck in now, since coming here as the clay that I was born 2-B, back on the 4th day in December, at 9:30 in the morning, in the year of 1954. Even when the press mentioned me once in the summer of 1971, pertaining 2 my being a distant student coming 2 the Lower Merion High School of Pennsylvania-USA, 4 their summer-school class; they referenced me as the “student from as far away as Haddonfield, New Jersey”. This is quoted from the great one and only 'Philadelphia Inquirer' Newspaper, I assure U. So what am I talking about? Try the one and only MOGOSP-PROGRAMS 4 advanced Cubit-quantum computers of the 'still future' days yet 2 follow the ending 2023 year today. As I speak-type now at twelve minutes past almost Mizz Witchbitch Jane Thistlethorns Crudbucketscubed one of the clock this afternoon; I am being assaulted with that noisy persecuting motorcycle dirt bag NABE-ENEMY. The great nearly almighty HALLS FAWCES know what I am about 2 do, and in the very exact same manner and way that what I will B telling right now, is all about 2 begin with. It is the very same thing, and is proving 2 me that the GALANET is real, being used; and that my 1994 book called 'TPB' is and was, not a wasted project, nor even the smallest wee tad bit of a waste of me' time. It HAD 2 B DONE AND WRITTEN, and now, “I REALIZE THAT”, OH GREAT AND LOVELY HTHS-1967 SHARON PEE. I of course knew and realized this much back by the time summer time in 1995 had rolled around and I was screwed by that local paper editor, Mizz J-R-S of Berlin, NJUSAESMWG. Of course the power-source behind all of that happening, or quoting Joe 1980 coworker RPL Sivo here, ''going-down''; is, was, and always shall B, none other than the applied usage of that awesome nightmare technology that my Morianity calls, the 'ETTOS', and standing 4 absolutely none other than (ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION AND OMISSION SYSTEM)!!!!!
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The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
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Now concerning MOGOSP 2007 [T] © PROGRAMMING; it ain't complicated, and any real computer geek already knows exactly what is being said, told, and even intimated by the Mountainpen, but 4 the many who may naught, oh lovely Mizz AT&T 1983 Blake mah'm; here is my little squib and how a very recent blog from less than one week ago, shows how it actually works, as I truly believe that it was used on that very day via the GALANET, and by my peeps from many unorthodox locales that the boys and girls from 'A-51' and not just '24', and the 'W-P-A-F-Base', and others 2; won't want me going on in 2 much lengthy details with; so we shall not!!!!! Now who in this Blogaudian viewership remembers me discussing the Starburn land management and development company, that I had hoped 2 turn into a multi-billion dollar enterprise, and with my newly acquired pal Mister Roth, back late in the year 1985? Originally, this was not called Starburn, and came from just a few small ideas from right here in the waking world, after purchasing a Camden, NJUSAESMWG HUD-home 4 purposes of repair and resell 4 profit, only it all went completely kaplooey after the deal with Mark Marini and Bob Patt Cheatley. That was what had gone down a year previously 2 my meeting Dave Roth at Caldor in the start of November in 1985, and then that following summer in 1986; I had that wild 5th dimensional hyperspace experience while newly moved into that Cherry Hill nightmare home owned by that nightmare landlord Sir Barf-Karpf!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In any event, when I wrote my 'TPB' book nearly a decade following that, I discussed in it despite it being supposedly done as fiction, all of these events. They were scrambled around and exaggerated naturally, but basicly, it was all founded on true and real things. Right after coming out of the wild August of 1986 hellish experience that seemed 2 last 153 days yet went down in one dreaming cycle night; Dave and I seriously talked about doing things that pertained 2 what seemingly was going down in that parallel world, and yes, even much earlier in time, we were discussing closely related items, only the names of Starburn were never talked about, despite my actually creating this entire name of Starburn Outreach Development Corporation way back early in 1974 when my father had returned back into my life after a near decade-long separation since I was 9 years old or so and living back on Pyle Avenue at 125-A Haddon Hills Apartments, of Wanna Spend My Time WESTMONT, NJUSAESMWG. Now we all know that we can dwell on stuff here in waking world and then carry some of it sometimes into our various dreaming interactions, only we do not always do it or we do not always REMEMBER stuff when coming out of the 'dream-channel' and back awake here. I fully believe that we always bring stuff back and forth and that hyperspace is like a beyond gargantuan sized onion with infinite rings that spread out and thereby I call the nearby areas 2 our waking life, the localized 5DHS. Then I call the very far away zones way out in the distant onion-rings of it, the distant 5DHS. Then I call the in-between parts, the intermediate areas of the 5DHS; simple as that. When we have those supposedly '2 much ice cream and pizza B-4 going off 2 sleep' dreams, this in real truth is simply exploring the distant regions of the 5DHS, or (fifth dimensional hyper-space) when written out. But in extremely localized 5DHS, we always share the basic same stuff that we all R part of right here while awake. And this is way 2 complicated 2 tackle right now and will B all part of what I will indeed B getting a lot more into in this following 2024 year that as I speak-type right now on the eastern coast of the USA, is only 10 hours and a couple of minutes away now. But this is not the time nor place 2 go on with this. What this blog is opening up right now on this birthday of the once, and now latengrate Donna disco-artist Summer, speaking of the time or place, is that very recent blog and how the GALANET was activated and used 2 make it say something that was not intended 2-B spoken by the blogger, Mountainpen, ME in other words, only it DID GET SPOKEN!!!!!!! Also this has been going down around me all throughout my entire nearly 2 decade long blogging career that began in the first week of January of 2006. All Mariah Carey fans know that in 2009, this marvelous super talented artist did both a great movie as well as a great musical project, and proved how the love of coffee skipped a generation with me, as I cannot stand the stuff in adult life, and only drank it in the 6th grade, at the non Trinidad nut house of Princeton, NJUSAESMWG called the NJNPI that along with the mighty Cooley-Hall, both closed down once these blogs began and then I started telling forbidden stuff and pow, no more C-H and no more NJNPI, after many many many many decades of operation, another sudden magical poof of the HOGWARTS-HARRY CLUB, huh world??????? But back 2 non-Harner percolator related junk now. MC had a beyond marvelous DVD called, “Precious” and all of her fans know about it, and all I ask is 4 them and anyone else 2 refresh their memories now and re-watch it, and then look 4 that part where the kids in the special-ed-school called 'E-O-T-O', were talking about stuff that they wanted 2 do in their life, and that lovely babe who played the role of a real 'air-head type teen-girl', said that she 'wants 2-B in the music industry, and 2 own her own (record LAYER)', and mispronouncing the actual and accurate name of RECORD-LABEL! Now I was typing away on that recent blog from less than a week ago, and pow, I said that Starburn ODI in this parallel universe, or in my 1986 experience that forever altered me' entire life; had acquired a top major record LEVEL, meaning of course 2 type in RECORD LABEL. I fully and absolutely believe that the GALANET, instantly with CUBIT-Quantum computing tech or C-Q-C-TECH 4 short; took my writing on my office program system, all great FCC and non-FCC 'McDowell's out there somewhere', and scanned the entire internet in one flash of a second, and then seemingly 'realized' or came 2 its own 'non-Sharon-HTHS conclusion' that I needed 2 say a word close 2 LAYER, not exactly that word, but not the correct word either of LABEL, hence it came out in one quick GALANET super computing burst, as LEVEL, so let us look at the 2 words here, those two non correct words, 'LAYER' and 'LEVEL'. U truly don't need 2-B musical arranger Tom Glenn who came over 2 my joint at 1802 Robin Hill in early 1981 and create his guitar version of my song called LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS, nor need we B a MASON, or a CARPENTER, 2 know how both layer and level are absolutely not only connected, but indeed have some wild and surreal other similarities that R way 2 dern lengthy 4 my even starting 2 get into on this blog today. I only am trying 2 make the vely simple point here Bob McDowell from 1972, ole' buddy and later FCC dude; that I fully know and truly believe in the goddessdog GALANET, and even the GALANET CONTROLLED interference on many various levels and layers in that 4 example, they love 2 keep removing me' 'GODDESSDOG PHOTO' as they know that then, what is remaining other than 4 the goddess, and HER DOGGIE Zeranniss Arthur Yancy Jones!!!!!!!!!!! OH STACEY-oh-oh Stacey Krassle, and Donna Adrian Gaines Summer Sudano, and awesome dude Carl Carlton, yeah buddy; R-U still alive there pal and lookin' 4 your dern Donna, YO GREAT DUDE???????????? How I'll never ever ever never Zuudlecronessia Arteemis Ross DIANE JOANN (A-A) forget in a vaquillion dern years, being at Brad Messenger's incredible apartment, at WESTMONT, NJUSAESMWG, at Haddon Hills; and how he loved 2 play certain 45 RPM vinyl-disc-records over and over and over again, such as Aquarius, Hey Jude; and all sorts of other tunes that fit into this mess from Arnold 2 “L&O” Zachery, cubed and Cuban on quintessential steroids and Amy Cooley MUSCLES!!! Brad, if U-R out there, that was me in early 1985 at my Cinnaminson home on Highland Avenue when U got that phone call with the weird 'computer voice' quoting U that day, do U remember the incident? I did the same thing once a year later from my Highview place, but not 2 Arnold, nor even 2 Zachery, but 2 a girl named Donna Zackey, who moved into my 1802 apartment after I left there 2 try escaping Debbie Harry Blondie, and her miserable mobster gal-pals of the Playboy Bunny Elsinore Hotel of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! I believe that Sir Chester Shoe-knocker-outer Frank would say it so darn well right about now should he B here 2 chime in: “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!
I know that this blog has been sent from the Astral Plane. It was all meant 2 happen and 2 physically exist right here, I know it as if Jesus Christ Himself was here causing me 2 type out these very dern words. I am running the risk of eternal damnation here, and I feel completely confident that this was all meant 2-B and even planned out from trillions of eons ago in infinity itself. MOGOSP & GALANET R REAL, and I know it; Mister FAGOT Tommy Reale!!!!!!
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