MAJOR AIR SIEGE STARTED UP AT JUST PAST 7 THIS MORNING TODAY PEEPS

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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 4^th of March, in the starting of this 3^rd 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.

Parallel event is behind my miseries that exploded in middle august of 1986, BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN THAT THERE IS NOT A SOURCE WAY SECRETLY BEHIND AND HIDDEN UNDERNEATH OF SOMETHING THAT MERELY WENT ONTO THEN EXPLODE AND CAUSE THE AUGUST OF 1986 DEAL 2 THEN GO ON AND HAPPEN OR BECOME REALIZED; as many folks in the occult circles of mysticism, might wish 2 word this. Truly Mister Henningsen and everybody else, it is just as simple as that, only how simple really is this entire futhermucking deal, YO WORLD?????????????

Yes Mister PIP, endlessness is quite hellish

OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!

People Just Love 2 Endlessly Screw Me Over, YO

5:30 AM, Monday, January 8, 2024

Nightmares R off all scales and dials, and this pattern is pretty much something that resumed at its total worse even 4 me, Mountainpen, since I started up the blog again after another short off-time-sabbatical from middle-2020, into late-2022. We won't go here, as so much can B said and we R starting 2 talk or I am, but I know all the red lines, all the phony-funny bones of the WOMO, and on and on we can go, and everybody out here knows it only 2 dog dern well, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and the nightmares that I am having this entire past ten days or so is somewhere between monstrous on steroids and beyond the very best SYFY writers groups of present modern times times a dozen!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I also have way more than my rightful or said perhaps a wee tad bit better here, me' wrongful share of waking life hellish hassles and horrors on 'megaroids'!!!!!!!!! So what is being refered 2 right here and right now, one may B wondering, huh lovely Loo L&O VanBuren, oh awesome mah'm????????? I speak of my medical agent whom I am now in the process of getting rid of once and 4 all, as he is way 2 overly burdened with a dozen money making deals and then he runs his medical services company on top of it, and then peeps like me end up suffering, just so he can take full advantage of our great miserable rotten post-Reagan capitalistic power-greed new age system and American society. No one is able 2 do 2 much and everyone knows this is a pure fact, whether they will admit openly 2 that or naught, lovely Mizz AT&T 1983 BLAKE, mah'm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Without any Joann's or Diane's adding any letter-'A''s 2 their Christian names here folks, things 4 me R endless DOGTOWN times ten 2 the exponential power of ten-thousand, because these types of greedy cappy-pigs want 2 make endless money and AT THE EXPENSE OF OTHERS SUCH AS POOR INNOCENT LITTLE GODDESSDOG ME, and that peeps, simply put here, just AIN'T GODDAMN GLASS RIGHT, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! It truly is, as Sir REDJOHN-CIA-HENNINGSEN WOULD HAVE PUT IT SO DERN WELL, A LONG TIME AGO, “JUST THAT SIMPLE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He promised me that he would assist me in filling out some complex medical forms that I needed B-4 my soon upcoming appointment with an old and yet a new primary care provider who in my day was called simply, my doctor, and how I miss those awesome wonderful goddamn days, oh peeps aldare!!!!!!!! Well in any event great folks of the land of Muller-Comey-FBI-'CYBER'; I got up around a wee tad bit shy of 4 this diseased moUUUUUUUUUrning and filled out the entire pack of medical papers, and WOW, I didn't think that I could handle the job, and am quite pwoud of me'self, Sir Elmer Wabbit Warner Fwudddddd!!!!!!!! 2 quote Uncle Billy, from the awesome Frank Capra movie that we all know and love so much, and watch every holiday helliday season, by the title of, 'IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE', “BOY OH BOY OH BOY GEORGE”, and so I'll chime in here adding “BY GEORGE” in addition 2 that. Yes, they always inconvenience and persecute me in one way or another, but in the end, I usually somehow manage by the grace of Almighty SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE (GOD), 2 muddle through and accomplish what is needed in order 2 flucking glass maintain me' dern survival, BRO. “SOOOOOOOOOOOO”, WOW-2-THAT-1, huh great pal and coworker from three decades gone by now, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! My message 2 the lovely welder and monster-lady, from TV show times also long gone by, or long by many peeps concepts since they R completely void of their long term spirit-memories as well as numerous parts of what some religious orders and mystic and psychic types call 'past-lives'; is quite simple: Yes lovely Mizz Evyone DaCarlo Lilly Munster, “TEE-HEE-HEE” 2-U-2, sweetie pie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I say this now naught 2 mock anybody out here who loves 2 endlessly C how badly they can injure and wreck my entire goddessdog life 24-7-365 point 'whatever' Mister Andrews; BUTTERCHEESE yes, good old transdimensional butter-cheese and Starburn Lakes of Pennsylvania-USA, but folks, I merely tell the simple facts that I did in fact overcome a great obstacle and manged 2 complete some vely vely vely non-McDowell-1972-Cooley Hall medical forms, and now all is okay, and without one wee tad bit of assistance from peeps who R BEING HIGHLY PAID 2 PROVIDE ME WITH THESE SERVICES, and R totally absolutely negligent and impotent in doing their assigned jobs here, oh United States Government and Medicare Services out there!!!!!!!!!!! Still, my medical issues R all connected up here, AND NOT ONE SINGLE GODDESSDOG PERSON OUT HERE OR ANYWHERE WHATSOEVER, CAN SHOW ME THAT I AM WRONG, AND PROVIDE ME THE ADEQUATE NECESSARY PROOFS, SO THAT I WOULD LOGICALLY COME 2 A CONCLUSION THAT WOULD LEAD ME INTO A MIND ALTERING ATTITUDE HERE. My situation with MEDICAL-ISSUES all goes into ultra super complicated transdimensional junk that began in the years of total unexplainable magic, good old 1983-1984, U all know it, I know it, and I know that U all know it as well, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! All that anyone needs 2 know is that I have fired this guy, and now I am in the process, with my United Medicare peeps; of securing me another medical-agent, which takes time, so I had 2 fill out me own complicated forms. I truly wish him and all greedy money grubbing peeps al the best, but let me tell U something. I have no respect at all 4 wealthy peeps, greedy peeps; and anyone whom has sold out 2 SATAN THE DEVIL 2 use old-world nomenclature and terminology here, and all that they R living 4, whether they openly ever admit 2 it or naught Mizz Blake, is filthy lucre, or as most peeps say, $$$MONEY$$$. Simple as thisssssssssssssssssss, lovely Mizz Erica 'AMC' Luccisnakes, mah'm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Listen up folks. There is absolutely nothing whatsoever wrong or demonic or ungodly about wishing 2 obtain basic creature comforts and even a little bit more of the good things that this physical life has 2 offer 2 a human being. Anyone who tells U that this is wrong or of the devil, is a liar and is totally incapable of knowing how 2 read a BIBLE and begin understanding the 'MIND OF GOD', so 2 speak. We have what Mountainpen & Morianity classifies as the “Mother Theresa Syndrome”, along with all of this where many peeps in high religious systems and or orders, believe in the Catholic Priest denial deal, as proof 2 how religious and GOD-LOVING that a person truly actually is. This is one of those most gigantic fallacies of this entire EARTH-PLANET, I assure U!!!!!! Many argue how phony the Mountainpen is as 2-B as truly enlightened on some 'spiritual' level, I would not care in the least about being kept down and sub poverty stricken all of my life. Again, I do not know what is biblically further from truth than that concept. Christ hates fools, HE hates anything that could B remotely considered injustices, and HE despises luke warm fence straddling attitudes from anybody; so just read the damn 4 gospels 4 crying out loud. It is all there, and is plainer 2-C than the noses on your faces. It is when we take anything, money being just one of any possible thing, is placed ahead of our true love 4 this ALMIGHTY BEING and thus we become a worshiper of it, rather than of the creator of it; that is what the real evil and sin of it all truly is. Peeps whom love 2 sit around showing the world how cool they R spiritually because they R publicly praying and openly showing their godliness and displaying their almost love 4 poverty and worthlessness; hey, none of that is scriptural and here is where peeps get so messed up and start believing that nonsensical horse skunk stuff, YO. There is something in those gospels, as well as something spoken by the great Apostle Paul whom originally was Saul of Tarsus B-4 Lightning struck him one day, and asked him Y he was persecuting HER 2^nd 'godhead-personality' and my clay physical 61^st grand father's uncle, as well as the oldest of numerous children of Joseph and Mary; and this is the item taken by the entire original ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH, and misused the idea, and then it got even more and more widespread perverted, 4 any lacking better possible term of putting this. I speak of the time when the LORD JESUS said it is even more blessed and special when a person devotes their entire life 2 HIS cause, denying all else, but it was never ever commanded of the damn general population, nor was it ever so much as even implied by our wonderful awesome LORD JESUS, that unless one does in fact dedicate their entire life completely and denying all other stuff, they R not worthy of being one of HIS and they have no part of HIM nor of their otherwise rightful place in the great ASTRAL PLANE CAPITOL CITY OF SDK (Heaven) as it is more mortally known here on this (Earth-Planet)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is how junk has gotten completely perverted and twisted all throughout the past dark ages of nearly 2 solid millennium of time now peeps. Simple as that!!!!!!!!! U missed me Mizz Dirtweeds Sleazedisease Thistlethorns YO, so HA-HA-HA-HA-HA, Jane Notfondauonebit, mah'm!!!!!!!!!!!

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I am beyond damn sick and tired of nearly 70 years now, of this horrible HUNTINGTON CURSED HELLISHNESS-SUB-VAMPIRIC EXISTENCE of mine. No other human being on this entire planet and in this entire metaverse system in all 5 dimensions would B able 2 handle it and survive 4 a period this long; and I know that many KARMA-BELIEVERS out there, R saying that this is indeed MY RIGHTFUL PUNISHMENT, 4 being whom I used 2-B one lifetime ago. Maybe this is so, but C it my goddessdog way if ye' pweeeeeeeze peeps. 2 my perspective living my current me-life as MARK WAYNE MOHR, this entire nightmare Dogtownism is completely and absolutely UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR---UNFAIR and yes, totally completely, fully, and absolutely UNFAIR!!!!!!!!!!! As 4 those who may B picking up on the psych-dream analysis from the recently posted blogs, I know how 2 do it all 2, and am quite familiar with the entire DSM-5 of the head shrinker industry. I've studied most of the book. Then we include stuff from the Christian OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE on top of the dream psycho-analysis, and now we take all of that and mix in Morianity and its 5^th dimensional hyperspace equation ideas of the TOSE, or (Towel Seepage Effects) from one world into another. I don't want one goddamn thing from anyone im my miserable rotten family, nor do I want one damn thing 2 do with any of them, not a one, or maybe it would B much more appropriate here 2 say, NAUGHT A ONE, MIZZ INGRID-BLAKE!!!!!!!! All I wanted was a little bit of help, back when all of this Morianity-blogging began; concerning my mysterious 1983 medical condition, and now, we all know Y-I was unable 2 ever get any. The most powerful part of the tale unfolded and completely revealed itself 2 us all. It seems that the mighty PINK GODDESS is playing this horrendous nightmare game with HER THAT BOY, and it is originating right there on the mighty ASTRAL PLANE; and so whatever goes down there, merely becomes, oh boy, that ever present (R-word again), reflected down here, and yes, read your bibles as this is also told in no uncertain terms by our awesome LORD JESUS. Where R-U when we all seemingly need U now, up here 54 and a half years into the antimatter space; Sir Ziggy M?????? 4 short, I may soon just refer 2 that awesome beach-bum from the 60's, as 'Z-I-M'. Guess it beats 'ZEN', and the Crouch, and all magical eyes generated by wild unexplainable forces from the great PINK-SKY-GODDESS, of all marvelous 1994 projects such as me' book titled, “TPB” (The Permission Barrier), © Mark Wayne Mohr 1994!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“THE END”, ALL LOVELY KATY'S OUT THERE.

All I know 4 sure about my life in its presently human and physical-matter form is that I am madly in love with LIGHTNING, am was extremely sad the other day when SHE was all over Florida, and did not seem 2 want 2 come around 2 where I am residing here at the Quiet Waters Park, of northeastern Fort Pierce. That really broke me' heart, awesome teen-queen Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis, my awesome baby-blond, and giant level-9 Purgatite, or (COIL)!!!!!!!!! The coins and the coils, or the level 8 and level 9 Astral Plane entities, (Purgatites), a term made up in my Morianity here on this Earth-Planet; describes the highest 2 forms of energetic entities of the great spirit world (ASTRAL-PLANE), the Timeless-Purgatory, and the great Catholic Religion uses that word of 'purgatory', and never connects the dots of Y heaven and hell as they call it, R on 2 opposite sides, and this is sort of like a magical middle ground. All my life, I hear peeps who've supposedly explored the astral realm, and not one of them describes the awesome and beyond surreal existence inside of a completely three-dimensional locale. Of course, it is only a locale as so far as it is perceived. One other thing that I am indeed aware of that U might say is quite major, and that is that we all do know as much as I do, and when certain things go down with people, 4 short bursts of time, they know it, and they react just exactly as they would as if they knew it on a totally aware fully conscious way as do I. I speak of those times that I reference as the George Belton Telephone Snap Out times; such as in late 1983, and so many other times when peeps act in ways that prove 2 me that we all do know all of the stuff that I do, and that it is merely as I have stated and proclaimed all along here; all happening with other peeps on various mental levels and layers of human consciousness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Boy do I have some slit 2 talk about today, and have been holding it back long enough. Who out here doesn't know and remember those god-awful times when we R forced 2 hold back mother nature's poopadoo-invitation, because we R simply not in a convenient spot at the time of Her mighty awesome call? Yes Sir Mike Soft Spellchecker, U do have a marvelous sense of knowing when 2 say stuff or suggest my hitting the 'ENTER-KEY', as in right now when I just typed in “HER MIGHTY AWESOME” CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC, YES I ONLY TYPED IN THE FIRST 4 LETTERS, AND THEN I HIT THE ENTER KEY ONCE THE POP-UP HIGHLIGHTED WORD NOW SHOWN WAS DISPLAYED, YO!!!!! WOW & WOWSER.

Yes those great 1980 expressions from DJ's!

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The opening 40 left stars slide quite quickly, as anything at all that I deem 2-B of the WOMO that goes down around me, slides it one time more 2 the goddessdog right, but once in the red-zone or the (R-Z) 4 short, it takes more intensity of the WOMO-SPACEFORCE ASSAULTS, 2 continue the sliding 2 the right on the thermometer, and I do not reveal 2 anyone the exact mechanics 2 how that operates; as all of those type of things can always B used against me, by those vely same enemies; huh ole' pal Sir Bob McDowell, from 'C-H', back in 1972??????????

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DON'T DIE ON ME NOW, HOSE SQUIRTING PHONE-BOY JAMES E-J.

So just where were U when I needed U, Bob Andrews and Clarence Harris, back in 1998?

AS EDUCATED PEOPLE ALL R COMPLETELY AWARE OF, MISTER EINSTEIN WAS WORLD FAMOUS 4 SEVERAL THEORIES, SEVERAL STATEMENTS, AS WELL AS BEING A PROFESSOR AT PRINCETON UNIVERSITY. What he wasn't known 4 one wee tad bit was being a pal of my father as well as an overseer 2 my father and several other persons whom were part of a classified military project in Philadelphia, that is still being denied 2 this very day early in 2024 by our American government, 4 reasons I suppose that they must feel R-4 the betterment of all of us, and as they call it, '4 reasons of the national security'. Books and TV shows have been written and made that get into various aspects of it, and have all given the cooperative name and title or seemingly at least 2 me, “The Philadelphia Experiment”. Involved with all of this as well, in every bit as huge a way; is the also famous name connected in with this, the great Mexican-American dude named Carlos Allende, and he shortened it 4 purposes of living in America, into simply, Sir Carl Allen. This is not some strange thing that was evil or wrong, or bad in any way; and I suppose it is merely being covered up due 2 the reason that many military secrets need 2-B. This is so that our enemies around the world cannot get better stuff than we have militarily, and then proceed 2 take us over. Of course, nobody will ever convince me that any future wars will B bloody, not real wars of a global nature; and if I am wrong then I guess that I've simply gone and overrated and over estimated the human race in the top technological nation grouping; as I know 4 a fact that I could take over the entire planet, if I had the team such as Trump has, or even a small part of it; and all with stuff I know, and stuff I could then use and apply. Simple as that. Nobody can do these things if they R poor and downtrodden, and everyone hates their guts; but someone not even anywhere near as powerful as Mister Trump, and should they know what I know about absolute truth; could easily perform the task of global domination, which seemingly ever since the dude known as Alexander the GREAT, all men daydream about and covet with the deepest amounts of their total possible human passions. I only am making the simple point that we don't need guns and bombs, and blood and gore and violence. This is as crude as telling me that we should all go out tomorrow in some fight, and bring with us clubs and large rocks. What the old wars and blood and guts battlefield violence once was all about, is as yesterday and out of date antiquated; as using clubs and rocks 2 fight it out. Just in the past decade, the FBI has finally caught on, and in that great movie about Sir James Comey, the FBI Director who turned the reigns over 2 Comey, Mister Muller, told him, and I quote here; “Watch out 4 cyber”. Anyone and everyone who hasn't yet seen the show, needs 2 get a copy somewhere. It is called simply, “Comey Rule”. NOW ALL OF THIS, AND A TON OF CHEESE, WILL MAKE A LOT OF MICE AND RATS TRULY HAPPY 4 YEARS 2 COME, AND NOW I NEED 2 BEGIN TYING SOME POINTS TOGETHER B-4-I TOTALLY LOSE MY AUDIENCE. The world of computers and putting them all together into a networking system, is the main ingredient in the paredge that has forever altered the entire world in ways that no writing, not even stuff for the Mountainpen and his endless motor-mouth, could even hope 2 poke small holes into, from a block the size of the Planet Neptune. This totally worthless Spellchecker refuses 2 spell the word underlined and printed in RED-FONT above. U all know what I mean here and I have tried spelling this goddamn word in a dozen possible ways; and I have given goddamn up, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! So back now onto me' whittle pernt, Sir Wabbit Fwuuuuud Elmer Warner. The cyber world was even predicted in the original STAR TREK TV SHOW, when that lovely and beyond white hot communications officer and Lieutenant Ouhora, whose name I most likely have misspelled here; told the captain something, and that she had heard it said on what she called, “subspace-chatter”, so this is one and the same concept 2 what Mountainpen and Morianity has merely renamed and titled, the Galaxy Networking System, & shortening it then from there, into the GALANET. Just as the computers here on Earth that all tie together were once named the Interconnected Networking System, and in order 2 replace the 'old-world' term of 'world-wide-web', it also needed 2-B shortened, and so it was; and into simply, the INTERNET. But in the year of 1994, I wrote a fictional book after speaking quite extensively 2 LIGHTNING over my communications system, back at Misses Meeker's rented home in Gibbsboro, NJUSAESMWG; and in this fictional book titled, “The Permission Barrier”, I simply took a lot of ideas already known about in the realm of SYFY circles, and then took my real actual life and life's experiences, and then I hypothetically created a story that made the absolute MOST SENSE, 2 JUST WHAT MAY IN FACT B GOING DOWN AROUND ME ALL OF ME' DAMN GLASS LIFE; YO folks aldare, YO!!!!!!!! No rocket science involved here whatsoever, Mister incredible awesome and quite forever illustrious Gene Roddenberry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is what I plan 2-B getting into as this year continues moving along folks. But there is even more than the Galanet that was seemingly used by this fictionally created book character from 1994, the one and only Sir Jim Pratt. I of course was the made up character persona of Russ Walker. I fully believe that this is Y the MACY CLUB was then 'I&D MAG-CONTROLLED', or also known as ETTOS-CONTROLLED, just as the so called fictional STAR TREK Tellosian race could do stuff along those lines, and using wild advanced mental expansion principles; so as 2 control other peeps and make them susceptible 2 any and all illusions created by them. 4 one perfect example here, with a powerful enough mind that could make anyone of us think we C and hear stuff, as well as block out what we actually R seeing or hearing; we could take that television show called “OH GOD, BOOK 2” with George Burns and that little awesome girl named Tracie, or whatever; and all of those things done including 'day turning into night and back again', can all B accomplished easily, without any really powerful type-3 civilization ultimate technologies being used at all whatsoever, and simply by making all of those doctor peeps at that large banquet table 'THINK' they saw it go down that way. But this can all wait 4 later; as it is not my point 4 right now today, y-O. Here comes my famous goddessdog (y-O HACK), YO!!!!!!!! WOW-THAT. What I wish 2 start getting a little bit into right now is family, wild inventions, how the entire computerized new age world does actually tie completely into all of it, with cousins of one of the biggest computer geeks that ever were out there right along with Jobs and Gates, long B-4 modern days of Facebook, and Mark Sucker-Turd. This dude was a dentist, as well as a pal of Jim Burr's pal; and this was 'Doctor Wozniak', or however his name was accurately spelled. The very last year that I was his patient, he did something very bad 2 me, and then he retired and moved 2 where else, but Flowerland-USA, where I then came 2 as well, only a dozen years after his pilgrimage out of good ole' 'garden-state NO-JOY-ZEE-USA'!!!!! I won't talk about this further, as he was only ten years my senior, and may still B alive and quite well; and living close by me somewhere, at approximately the age of 80 years or so. Everyone today is living into their late 80's and early 90's, and better; and so I do not want 2 defame anyone, when I of course cannot prove that they did something truly bad 2 me, and got a lot of doe 4 doing it. Yes, of course I am within my rights 2 completely legally suspect something all that I wish, and then as my transdimensional experience with my non transdimensional daughter would put it, and speaking of moving here 2 Florida-USA, “it stops there”, she said “now”; but it's all the same dern thing, y-O!!!!!!!! These flicks weelwee do need 2 get a dern life, don't they, oh weerlld?????? YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND NAUGHT y-O y-O y-O y-O!!!!!!!!!!! I don't need 2 go and play Mister Jed Clampett now, and go 'shooting at the moon', back in middle December of 2009; now do I Mister Bonjovi, Sir?????

Well, without any stolen guns, moon shots of any weird types, or travels in the interstate system of this once great American nation, YO; I am going 2 only B opening some stuff up 4 now, and I am going 2 send this back several hours now from half past one in the morning. Just how am I gonna' do this, some R wondering. Well, I plan 2 tell U all someday, and perhaps soon; and as I said, I will B getting into great beach talks, as well as all sorts of miraculous reflected surfaces, trips from Oaklyn into Cherry Hill, with incredible wild guy-pals of my mother; and all sorts of incredible stuff from Cifaloglio's once operational joint right down the same road that I lived on when I was with the King Clan, at the first of the 2 houses, the one B-4 the place owned by the great FBI-Agent, Steve Caruso; and that would B the great and illustrious Judge Frank BMW-loving Rasso, of Blueberryville-Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. Oh awesome Sir Petee Pote, blueberry farmer in one world, as well as hubby of the lovely awesome non Hollister holster carrying Holly Rob in another world; and proving endlessly 2 me, that whether we R shooting at some food, or shooting at the moon; the magical dern 5^th dimensional hyperspace is the most mind bending and totally surreal and beyond totally inconceivable item imaginable 2 the human race, now, ever B-4, and forever dern glass after as well!!! Hey, do I really flat out straight up believe that that little 'flash-toy strobing item', held in the hands of my toddler daughter, back more than 51 years ago now; is just some ordinary toy? What do U think? Ever since 1996 came 2 an end, and I had left the Highview Apartments system forever, and began residing in what I have called ever since, the SOMERDALE, NJ-USA DEATH HOUSE; that all of these dreams just happened all by themselves when I never so much as thought about 'MC', not ever; and not being a listener of modern day music or the radio other than 4 a short time, while living at the 1802 ROBIN HILL Apartment? Is it some random happenstance that out of the blue & with no rational reason whatsoever, I suddenly got bombarded with DREAMS ABOUT HER??????? Hey I know that peeps will sometimes choose 2 believe in nonsensical junk like all get out of Dogtown and back and then turn right around and laugh at my ideas, when in fact they do make a whole dang lot of sense, and U all know it 2; and so all I can add in here, 2 all of that, would B simply thissssssss; oh lovely Mizz Erica Luccisnakes, mah'm: I told Sigmund Malyeska back all throughout the entire summer of the year of 1969, something that I had concluded within the deepest innermost part of my being, and named it “reflectional time”. In order 2 access it, one must not B in matter, but must B accelerated 2 the square of the velocity of the photon, unless of course, one were 2 uncover the HUUUUUUUUUUGEST secret in the magicians bag of the sorcerers club throughout all time on this PLANET EARTH, the secret of mirrors and reflections. This is the little toy strobing thing that my daughter was holding in her hand, in that house that day, in the tail end of 1972 somewhere, up on that great Woodie Guthrie New York island. But what never has been fully told since only recently have I been able 2 make some really good ultimate conclusions concerning this deal, and that is simply the TOSE, or the hyperspace equation involved in this dream that I had while living at the King place, and shortly after I had moved in with them into Judge Frank Rasso's home there; at 65 Middle Road in Blueberryville, NJUSAESMWG. Did that happen exactly as the dream unfolded the memory 4 me that day on 10-05-2008, or how much of it was more of a towel seepage effect, and not completely what did happen when my Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald took me on that road trip that day, 2 the north shore from Baby-Blond, New York-USA? All I will tell on this blog 4 right now, is as follow: 2 the best of my mind's recollection and giving U my promise of total honesty here, this dream had the least amount of a TOSE, that is possible 2 happen in a dreaming-experience. When these memories began resurfacing 4 me as time went onward, try and remember here, that I was in agony and misery, & living with monstrous peeps who were turning my already miserable rotten life completely goddessdog upside down, inside out, and from here 2 the Brewster Projects of Detroit Michigan-USA, and BACK AGAIN, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! But as time slowly moved onward, I began reflecting on this experience, and more and more stuff started 2 come clearer and clearer 4 me, but it still did not totally make me C and realize that 'Patty and Merry' have been a part of this entire deal all along, and have dogged me since even B-4 PHHH came 2 my mom's office, and still resided in the other big city, and not out on the island; and then B-4 returning back 2 that area, as well as even then they stayed in touch with me but only in horrible ways; and my proofs R simpler than anything that anyone of U out here can possibly remotely even imagine, and IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Y won't my kid, or PHHH if she is out there, come clean, and get all of this settled???????? It is just as I say and claim it all 2-B, and it is one gigantic supernatural game from the TIMELESS PURGATORY, and my daughter is the one and only PINK GODDESS, and absolute force that surrounds this Milky Way Galaxy, and just as Mister Roddenberry seemed 2 know about all along; as he also knew about my chocking condition long B-4 it ever began, and he also knew about so much more. He knew of the love song from 30 years in the future (1966-1996) SARAH the sonnet, and he knew about ways 2 communicate with COILS using universal translating electronic devices; and he knew about 'merging', which is the spiritual equivalent 2 human concepts of sexual relations; and on and on, and on I could go here, and most of U out here absolutely know that I can; and that this entire tale from straight out beyond the purgatorial gates of Dogtown itself is all 100 PERCENT THE TRUTH, so help me Goddess SSJKK, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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

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Don't believe my blog; talk to the wonderful Professor M-K at the NYU. Just remember that I was speaking these things back when I was being beaten up by Atlantic City Beach Patrol Mascots in 1975; while good old Mom and good old Cousin Ruth Huntington Gozzwald Gottwald, were up at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New York. There is not a single little cosmic damn dot, that's out of place. But a million Mister Einstein's cannot see the large maze in real time, and I can tell you why, but it won't make sense to just about all people out here who don't have a giant background in applied astrophysics and quantum-dynamics. This planet we evolved in and on matches in size, a perfect light speed and brain consciousness ratio, in that anything over the circumference of this world, in distance; can never ever be perceived by humans in totally real time. Everything after that is enough of a fractional light second in distance, to prevent that. Things like this do not just coincidentally happen, and I don't care who says otherwise. So WEEEEEEEE! “And that's just reality son”, according 2 the wonderful and ever-illustrious Mister Dennis Snyder, of Mullica, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Forget love and glory, and time going by, and old songs; and all of it. This all boils down to the fact that I feel that I can prove to a very backward planet; Roddenberry family; that first contact indeed is here all along; and that God as you call 'him', is really a sixteen year old girl, who in this multiverse, always was and always will be; as this is who she was when SHE jacked into this damn lawn-mower gamer simulation system of HERS!!!!!!!!!! Never saw the movie SS? Until a person sees that movie, they have no right 2 judge harshly or otherwise, any of those words printed above, since I saw the show and I have gone through this since my mom took me 2 the TRINITY HOTEL of 10-SC AVENUE in ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG, 4 the vely first time in late June of the year of 1965, and I MET HER!!!!!!!! They all told me they wanted me 2 tell all about HER 2 all of them, oh world. U know it, and I know it; and now I have been trying in the following century 2 do just that, and have been getting one monster slap in my face after another 4 my wasted effort; so gee willagars whiz-fizz coin dealers, and countesses of all alto regions of the world!

No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U-2-B saying this 2 my mom, at your knit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya' son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog skit?, and U-R the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton; my plans R all clucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Yes the great inventions, machines, ideas, and dating all the way back into 1979, the great 74 WORLD PENETRATION DEVICE that can physically temporarily allow a break in the cosmic mirror and send any physical-matter into various interconnected vibratory parallel realms going far beyond upper locales of great laws, orders, and countess boyfriend coin collectors. Right now there is only sufficient time 4 a quick overview discussion on how the COVID problem may have all REALLY and TRULY gotten started back in the year of 2019, hence the identifying nomenclature of the term used shortly into this event, COVID-19, meaning none other than a strain of bacterial microbiological agents created accidentally in 2019 2 attempt 2 use Zvonko's invention 2 make unlimited quantities of non Clayton Brokerage Wall Street Dennis Caldwell A-U (GOLD), so yes hey you, this is fact and not fiction, only the stuff told 2 me late in 1975 and early in 1976 by this magical dude who brought that strange turntable over 2 me in early 1974 at the Dellway Arms Apartments where I then resided at the unit #O-15, Mister Gawky Gaukauk and all shortly 2 follow fake Diana Arteemis eye make up jobs, so it may appear!!! All we know about all of this 4 sure would never in a trillion mega-years stand up in any court of law in any modern day less than 3^rd world nation. Still, if I am right about all of this, and the recently re-posted blogs onto these new 2024 blogs; the accidental byproduct of laboratorialy-engineering the necessary chemical ingredient 2 convert seawater into gold in an extremely economical way, which has been the dreamed goal since humans began loving that awesome glittering metallic substance, so hey you peeps, this is most likely what got out of control and released and Y it all started in this country and spread so quickly, as underground volcanic rivers can indeed carry microorganisms quite well, and this is Y peeps who do not know what the Dogtown they R doing, need 2 keep their hands the shkit off of this type of experiment. I sure hope this message gets 2 Dock F B-4 it is permitted 2 ever start up again, and 4 all I know and despite starting the metals price market gold rush of autumn of disco 1979, this info from Sir Zwonko could all B completely erroneous and maybe the F-K A-U is all safe and secure, and it all was just a nonsensical gull-dern made up story. I admitted that when I told the tale 2 the stock broker that day that I feel started the entire panic and led 2 the gold rush, but listen up now SEC, my intent was never ever 2 influence an entire metals panic, and I'll swear 2 that under my national citizenship and under my great GODDESS and endless love of my eternal existence as well as temporary human life as the me that I am now in 2024 and have been since late in 1954, SSJK PINK-GODDESS; that this is the absolute sworn truth under any future legal proceedings!!!!!!!!!

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So for those billions that don't know what a GAME-OVER-DEMAND is; let me put it in a unique way for all of you viewing this. It was 1974, in July somewhere; and I was approaching the end of a five and three quarter year stay, and second longest stay anywhere, in my 121 semi-annums of life, as present-me-MWM, at the Dellway Arms Apartments, in Oaklyn, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG. I went down for a three night stay at a rooming house near where today, the Tropicana Casino stood after being built in the eighties, and I know that the building is still there, even though I have heard numerous casinos have shut down since my coming here to Florida late in twenty-OHM-nine. Some family company you have here Dancer Shirley Crows!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hi yourself, kiddo!!!!!!! So I am staying on Stenton Place in Southern Atlantic City at age nineteen and a half, on a mini vacation, in a rooming house owned by a lady named Selena Dada. Not GAGA, but this is enough to make someone go a lot more than 'gaga at the go-go' bars, of pre-disco days, and all pre-'doo doo doo' days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now let's move this along. A man came up to me out of nowhere, and told me things that were beyond what any human being could ever know even today, let alone four dern decades back into time. For those too young to know this, it was another planet back there, if you were not in the fifties through the seventies, you really are on Planet-Next. There just is no way to get through and explain it. You know or you don't know, and to quote John Redstatehail Henningsen; “It's just that simple”. So this dude of about age forty-five give or take, not only knew stuff that was beyond THE TWILIGHT ZONE, but seemed to make it a point to tell me a lot about it; and he also seemed to come and go, out of nowhere. I was on a beach near Central Pier in Atlantic City, near what I used to call as a youth, Ziggy's Jetty. It is physically not possible from where I was, to come and go, in the wink of an eye. Suddenly he was there, then telling me wild shkit, and then just as suddenly, he was gone. I turned away a couple seconds, and POOF, Mister Harry Potter again. How I wish I could enjoy Hogwarts the way that all of you out here can do. To me, that grit is just a normal part of my every ducking day life. WOW that plucking lurkshauf door slammer is on a roll to trucking annoy me since he got back around five last evening. He is really slamming, and it is not even barely eight in the dang morning. It has been going on a good half hour, Sheriff Ken Mascara, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But it doesn't end here. I went back a short while later to the room I was staying at, at Selena Dada's place, and suddenly, this entire huge thing just revealed itself to me out of nowhere, and it called itself, the “LAW OF ONE”. This is where I just learned about ZDT, or Zero-Dimensional-Technology. The knowledge just came into my head, and all psychiatrists insist that believing things like that is delusional and that this is merely a psychotic break with reality. Hey, call it whatever you plucking like, head shrink industry. IT HAPPENED THE STUCK TO ME!!!!!!!!! But during these times, where this man appeared out of nowhere; my mom was working with a wild coworker named Patricia Hollister. She is the reason I was able to learn the secrets of the great FASCITAR. She put me onto so many things, and the joke of it all is that if someone were to ask her, she would say, ''I hardly knew the little stick''. She would be right, but she would be wrong. This is my version of the Temple of the Dragnet, and the Expanded Mind. Maybe Julia White and other alter-egos of this great lady (Paula King), has her red and white version of all ideas, and books, and bobs; and goddess help me after I post this; and this is only 1% of the truth, and if I say more; I will be killed in here, TODAY, by THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me now go and wash my hands 'OK-OK-OK' Cousin David????? And W—O—W THAT, Lenny McKinnon!

Let me tell you a little up front grit, great people. I, along with many others, have been placed on the CRAZY-LIST. This is merely something like another of many cover-events figured out in the White House Situation Room or the Pentagon War Room, or the Emergency Station of Fort Meade, MD, USA, Never Say Anything Club (NSA). All of what modern day psychology was supposed to evolve into, after the giants in their field and pioneers, such as Dock Freud; became quite intentionally perverted. Those keeping great secrets figured out a very powerful way of dealing with those who threaten their control and might by way of exposure; are merely ''crazy people''. All anyone has to do is ponder a small amount of time on this deadly truth, and they cannot help but to see this nightmare is all real and true. Going on and on with this, serves absolutely no purpose. The media does not believe this, and thinks I am about as 'crackpot-city' as it gets. The problem with a few of us out here, is that we learn how to show that they can go on with their antics all they want to, but stuff we claim is real, cannot be totally discredited. This is why my meds were taken away from me. Think about it. I thought the AMA and this industry wanted to push meds on people, not to take them away from them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's cleared up early this evening and is now around half past 5 and starting 2 darken a wee tad bit, speaking of lovely and awesome Mizz Patricia H Hollister H here, and yes, chemtrailing ain't major, but it is out there; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! Some noise is in the air this afternoon, and was present since awakening today at approximately a quarter past two of the goddessdog clock, but the air siege is within a middle level and not enough 2 go and play the 4 air siege numbers on my 'APE-ROULETTE' system, BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! It would indeed B about time 4 me' ole' cool roomie dude 2-B chiming in here should he B here only he is naught here, nor R-U, oh lovely Mizz 1983 Blake, but here goes, first let's do Sir Chester-Frank (non-Bob George), from Piquet Security Company of late 1978, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”. Now we will do Mizz Blake from the phone-company, as we called it back in those times, “Mister Mohr, I don't know if somebody's trying 2 drive U crazy or naught”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now Y do I get a powerful strange outlandishly surreal feeling up here in 41 years of reflected antimatter-space, that U sure did know if somebody was, and just who somebody still IS, oh great mah'm from AT&T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh Ingrid, oh oh Peeps Mag Ingrid, what do all of U stick heads truly know of all of thisssssssss, lovely Mizz Erica Cane Susan Luccisnakes, mah'm from 1983???

MAY 26, 2015,

TUESDAY MORNING AT 07:32,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 79 DEGREES FNHT.

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 82%, FEELING LIKE 84.

DAILY RANGE-----(H-79/L-75).

WINDS ARE ESE AT 6, GUSTING TO 10.

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 157

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THE END, ALL LOVELY KATY-GIRLS ALDARE, IN THIS AWESOME WEERLLD.

MEANT 2 SAY BOTBUR, NOT BOTBAR, ON PREVIOUS BLOG WRITING, SO SORRY WWll JAPANESE AMBASSADORS OUT THERE IN 1941

As the title perfectly implies here peeps, I meant 2 say I was bottom of the barrel unofficially rated and not ALREADY-RATED, another famous MIND-HACKING-ERROR on the poor-pitiful non-Ronstadt-Mountainpen, so WEIN-SOSO-SSDD???!!!! This is the difference between BOTBUR and BOTBAR, and now U hopefully understand these meanings somewhat better, despite my endless mind-hacks from the ever trustworthy scum-hole WOMO-SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES.

9:00 PM, Friday, January 5, 2024

Almost every other time now, I get that old and extremely flucking annoying inability 2 make underlines HACK!!!!!!!! It just happened 2 me again. YES, I PLAYED ROULETTE TODAY, AND MADE 8-UNITS OF PROFIT, so WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and yes Chester-Frank, and Katy-Pee, also absolutely WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS, yes sir and mah'm if I do need 2 emphatically proclaim that me'self!!!!!!!! As I said, when I get that feeling, and hear that voice 2-B extremely cautious and careful; the Mountainpen always obeys these premonitions, and quits while being ahead, preventing my going straight into major BOTBAR. Being BOTBUR is always bad enough and 6 out of 7 times it does go all the way from the 'U' vowel into the 'A' vowel. I won on spin number 4, and Win Values on the number-5-multiple seven numbers of play is (+29) units. Lose Values on this 5-multiples number grouping is (-7) units. So -7 times 3 equals -21 units and the +29 times 1 equals +29, so 29 minus 21 is (+8) units. The DEATH FLUCKING ANGEL IS ON ME LIKE ALL GET THE CHRIST OUT OF DOGTOWN, and has been 4 quite some time most days now, and today is plucking goddessdog total damn MURDER, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR CALENDAR:

FRIDAY, JANUARY 5, 2024---JWSC-FRI-12-16

CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING CRESCENT 2:7

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.

WANING CRESCENT------(W-N-C)

WANING GIBBOUS--------(W-N-G)

WAXING CRESCENT------(W-X-C)

WAXING GIBBOUS---------(W-X-G)

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 THE 5^th DAY IN JANUARY OF THE YEAR 2024, WITH A FULL BARRAGE OF MULTIPLEXED PERSECUTION'S AS FOLLOWS: AERIAL DEATH SIEGES, NOISE ASSAULTS, HEALTH ASSAULTS ON MY BOWELS WITH HAVANA DEATH WEAPONRY, COMPUTER HACKING, WEIRD STUFF THAT COMES FROM OUT OF ORDINARY REALITY, AND NUMEROUS HARASSING ITEMS NOT ALL LISTED HERE, 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.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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

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

VERY SOON, WE WILL TAKE DREAMS AND DREAMING AND THE ADVANCED SECTIONS OF MORIANITY DISCOURSE LESSONS INTO THEIR FINAL STAGE OF BEYOND MIND BLOWING JUNK THAT IF EVER TAKEN SERIOUSLY AND DONE BY THOSE READING THESE WORDS, THIS PLANET WILL CHANGE PRACTICALLY OVERNIGHT, YO!!!!!!!

Those who already know about randoms and influencing them with quantitative dynamics and related methodologies, as well as the early 3^rd millennium and stuff like BIBLE-CODE, and other related items; indeed know how powerful stuff that I have done ever since 1983, and leaving 1802 Robin Hill, 4 Atco, NJUSAESMWG one day, on 02/01/1983, and 2 move into the rented home owned by real estate investor Mister Jerald Pliner; truly is. The only problem is that eventually U won't B able 2 resist ultimate mental channeling, and taken 2 levels that I took it 2 can and most likely does cause damage and interrupts normal mental behaviors of the human brain here while existing in human and physical life. I know, as I have become a channeled person, and as we age into 60 and 70 year decades of our lives, it does indeed become nearly impossible 2 not B what I have labeled as “mind-hacked” by these powerful out of this world HALLS FAWCES from the Purgatorial timelessness, (ASTRAL PLANE)!!!!!!!!!!!! Really smart computer geek types out here know what is truly being said and told here now by me. Connecting our selves up into a permanent channel with other-worldly forces is not only possible but life altering, and I should know. These level-8 and level-9 Purgatites, the coins and the coils, THE GODS, will allow us 2 slowly connect into them and it always has 2-B done their way and on their terms. Again, I know and speak from a very personal decades long experience now as 9 more years will make a whole goddessdog half century of human world time 4 me now with all of thistlethorns of Mike Soft, and all of thissssssssssss as well; lovely Erica Luccisnakes, mah'm. It is as simple as that, only telling it all down and dirty and complete will require ten Tolstoy sized books, let me assure U all of THAT, y-O!!!!!!!!! Oh that never 2-B lost y-O-HACK, great peeps aldare, YO!!!!!!!

HOLDING AT BOTBAR AT 3 PM ON FRIDAY, 1-5-2024

01:40 PM, Friday afternoon, January 5, 2024

This has been a bad day and is holding at bottom of the barrel unofficially rated as of just shortly after three of the clock on this mildly rotten Friday damn disafsternoon, and is filled with a lot of annoying hellishness since it began when I woke up at around 02:40 this goddessdog photo removal club of Mizz Blake teases from 1983 and onto infinity or so it seems 2 me sometimes YO, on this Friday afternoon of the 5^th day in this 1^st month of the year of 2024, and I am not handing the scum-hole OTAMMITE enemies a full out BOTBAR; not quite yet YO BRAHHHHHHH. I just realized that I am writing the '3' hour when I mean 2-B putting in the '1' hour, as it is now exactly 1:48 PM, and 3:00 is over an hour away still. All sorts of weird things have started happening with me now since right shy of the time that I began blogging my 2^nd blog of this goddessdog day, YO!!!!!!!! First, there was some weird crap with my electronic equipment that never should have happened, and again right now when trying 2 make a spelling correction added-2-dictionary in my word program, and it came out as if I had right clicked over an okay word not underlined, two times and then on the 3^rd try it acted normally and allowed me 2 make the correction. So far today, it has been lots of damn noise, health and bowel assaults, difficulties in getting some medical junk taken care of with several agents and systems, some weirdness even 4 the Mountainpen, and endless smaller annoyances that we all can of course depend on most of the time, so Y even bother 2 make any lists? I played a roulette game using the numbers that on these type of days with scattered multiplexed persecutions and either BOTBAR or close 2 it at BOTBUR, the 5 multiple numbers R the hottest 4 my playing them, and I won on the 4^th spin and quit with an 8-UNIT profit. HERE COMES MY DOG COMPUTER HACKING, RIGHT ON FLUCKING CUE, WORLD OUT THERE, AT 01:54 PM; AND ANOTHER NASTY DIRTY GLASS ROTTEN STINKING CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATING (SMALL-BOX)-HACK, YO!!!!!!! This brand new hack in 2023, just came out of the mother ******* true blue Amy Cooley queen of material worlds; and this is the same computer that I have had and used ever since purchasing it late in the year of 2010, over at the Fort Pierce Walmart Store, with my coworker, sir Clay Coins. So then me' glass shoal mother trucking point here is indeed quite simple. If this is not a HACK, Y all of a sudden is this happening?????????? Stop handing me that 'mommy-dearest' annoying “It's an old car-----syndrome” either; as items getting older is one thing, but it does not automatically explain how suddenly weird annoying junk starts happening out of absolutely goddamn nowhere, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes peeps; I knew that I would win quickly with one of the 7 multiples of number 5 on my APE-ROULETTE, and I did; and even though many would scoff at my walking away with an 8 unit profit, my response right back at anyone out here is simple: “IT SURE BEATS THE DAMNED DOGTOWN OUT OF AN 8-UNIT LOSS”!!!!!!!! Folks, I wanted 2-B sure I could win my game today, and I heard that 'LITTLE DAMN VOICE' inside of me telling me that if I wasn't gonna' B satisfied with that nice quick tiny wee tad bit of non-Patty Hollister profit, then it would possibly B a real super BOTBAR disastrous day 4 me today; and I was naught gonna' take the chance of my little inner-voice being right!!!!

One year is no different than another one, just as months and days and weeks and hours all R no different 4 me, naught when all the crap is all averaged out. It all fits into this brand new and EVER SINCE 15 AUGUST OF 1986 pattern of quintessential mysterious endless unexplainable intrigue and supernatural nonsense, and yet, I know it is all totally completely real, and I also know that most of the peeps who come 2 know about me and me' life, also do as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks, I admit 2 seemingly having this annoying habit of acting like new times R really new as in nothing like this has ever been, when in actual truth, all I need 2 do 2-C the error of me' goddessdog ways and total fallibility of my thoughts with this, is 2 archive and study me' own blogging works just since back exactly 18 damn glass years ago now in the year of 2006. Another super annoying recently new additional hack on me is the key strike right 2 the left of the (') key, the (;) key. The blogs over the past half year or more R seemingly suddenly filled with that annoying plucking goddamn deal of when I say so often 4 example, “I had a bad time over there, and even me'; hat blew off me'; head in the wind”. Yes great Treasure Coast International Airport peeps who watch me and me' air-lights porch system when they sporadically drive through the place, and with the permission of the co-op officers, and U will C my warning air-porch lights on both front and rear, most likely now I will leave them on 4 several days and nights maybe even a week or more, as this aireal shullbit is beyond a major hellish annoyance, and sooner or later, some stick head futhermucker will crash into something and then perhaps the local media in Palm Beach will pick up my entire story and this blog will go super goddessdog viral overnight all around the entire pwanet, oh Mister Elmer Wabbit Warner Bwothers Fwuuuuuuuud!!!!!!!! JEEZ-LOUISE.

Oh by gosh by golly, forget holly and kissing bushes; this is so dead grass serious, there are no words; Auntie Dearest!

MARCH 9, 2014,

SUNDAY MORNING AT 3:08,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 58 DEGREES FNHT.

Journal cassette tape number 25,734 equivalent

I had a nice eight hours of 'sleep' or close to it, something very rare for me now in my old bunt tapping age, folks. I was a regular normal TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON, as we all are unless practicing an unusual set of mental exercises, which are to go to sleep and set the alarm for about two thirds to three quarters of the time that you normally sleep, say if you are a six hour sleeper, setting it for four hours. You get up just long enough to perhaps grab a half glass of water and take a leak. But before you even fall back into bed, you mentally 'day-dream' on a place that you wish you were, this could be anything from on some vacation to just being at the residence of anyone in this world you would want to be for any possible reason. It could be your teacher, your preacher, your grand parents place in the country, or the home of Elvis Presley when he was a young man. “The possibilities”, to quote lovely Elizabeth Montgomery, back in that sixties show on TV, called Bewitched, “are endless”. Do not think about one other thing other than this, and within one minute you will be back asleep, only you will be awake in your doppelganger self in some parallel universe, where indeed, due to the mathematical immensity of the fifth dimension, you will be there, because you in this alternate reality, are there. The second you are there, you need to take command and tell yourself, I just did this, hay that buttwipe Mountainpen is no fake phony grassmole, this works; so let me do the next thing he says. That would be to say to yourself, “I really am here, and now I can choose to take over my other self, and become a true transdimensional somnambulist”. Sleep walkers are nothing more than TYPE-2-EXPLORATRON travelers, in the stage of experimentation, invisible to you as you are in the same reality as the one asleep and walking, but inside that sleepwalker, is their double from another dimension in the multiverse, in the D-5 or FIFTH DIMENSION. I was only a TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON, but am planning on telling a powerful story, as we begin the opening minutes of DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME, HERE IN AMERICA; and my own stupid invention, from a long time ago.

Recently, the temperatures here have been heavenly, less than eighty with nice dropping overnight breaks from any heat. This won't last much longer so I am sucking it all up while I can like a dry sponge striking a universe of ocean. I fell asleep around just past two yesterday afternoon, Saturday, and slept until just past ten last night. Somewhere towards the end of the period, I was inside of powerful vivid dreaming interactions. I knew it, but had no control, as I did not take the normal steps of mental exercise to allow for this brain to Mind-Realm connection circuitry, to make this all operate in this mode. Just why it does, by the way, don't ask me, just know that I know, that indeed folks, it does. So I had no control, but I was in a very vivid situation, powerless to make my doppelganger do anything, hence, it was doing what it wanted to do, in this particular world reality. I was traveling a lot, and unlike the days of the early and middle eighties, in the parallel universe where I was employed as some traveling promotion agent for the S-DAY-LAUDER peeps, I am spelling it as it sounds and have no idea how it is properly spelled; but unlike with this, I was not any kind of sales rep or anything remotely connected to this kind of situation, and fully know that, as my double fully knew quite naturally, what he was doing in his life, and I was just along for the ride, for lack of a better way of saying it. I was in a large restaurant and everyone was filing out for some reason, and I was suddenly there by myself, possibly as the guard, as I have done a lot of this type of work here in this universe, but in cosmic fifth dimensional truth, that really is totally meaningless, as we all have universes where we all have done every possible thing, and been every possible one of us; and have interacted with every possible one of us, in every possible relationship. This seems beyond inconceivable, but that is only because numbers like one times ten to the power of a quadrillion are so beyond the reach of your mind, and this is a pin head amount of the total of these universes next to the real total amount of them in all of the entire multiverse or the hyperspace. Anyway, my Aunt Geraldine Snow was suddenly there, and after a while, I knew that this was not my aunt, and just as I realized this, in walked my parents who I totally knew in this universe, were not my parents. Then five people ranging in age from 12 to 30 for a best guess on my part, also were coming into this place, and they all seated themselves around a very large square table with a red and white tablecloth with checkerboard type pattern, and then blue stars were inside many of the multiple squares. I suddenly looked up and I observed a sign on the wall, and it said, THE RED WHITE AND BLUE LODGE. Later I came to learn that this was a mountain retreat for skiers, and that this family, of which I was no part of there, appeared to be the owners of this quite large and quite gorgeous establishment. They saw me sitting at a table across from them and totally ignored me, so I pretended to have a stroke, and grabbed my head and fell down off of my chair. Instead of helping me however, the two older guys who might have been my brothers only they were not in this parallel reality, began mercilessly kicking me in the head and ribs. They had sneakers on and even though blood was pouring from me, I was not mortally wounded, but I found myself tied up in the back room after going unconscious. My Aunt Geraldine Snow who was not my Aunt over there, told them to all leave the room. She then proceeded to ask me who I was and why I am there, and why I faked having a stroke. I was still bleeding and told her if someone would call for medical help, and let me have a wet cloth to hold on my messed up face following my beating; that I would then tell her what I was able to. With that she punched me real hard right smack on top of my shoulder, then took off her shoe and began to beat me on the top of my head with it. While the beating was going on, someone from inside the main area hollered out, ”turn on the damn grass music, so that we don't have to hear the flick yelling so much”. Suddenly I could hear the word 'MY' and then a really loud drumbeat, and then the song that I wrote back in early August of 1986, called, “Real Good Girl”, began playing on a powerful system. I heard my own rotten voice singing it, and the powerful loud crashing of the cymbals and the loud drum like sounds from numerous fake things that made those sounds, right down to me pounding my fists hard on the floor of my landlord's home in Cherry Hill, at 1931 Route 70, AKA the Marlton Pike, East. After the song was over, I noticed that another sign was hanging in the room that I was in, saying, CONGRATS TO THE GRADUATES OF CHELTENHAM HIGH. For those who just may remember from blogs around 2010, I had a powerful interaction about my cousin Donald, and my cousin Sandy; and part of it was about them telling me to go over to that high school, in Pennsylvania, and just exactly why; I could not, and still cannot; begin to imagine the reason. I have never even been to Cheltenham, Pennsylvania. Two words are in this town's name that are real actual words, if you notice; TEN, and HAM. Biblically, the ten commandments and people refusing to live by them, in the days of Noah, who had a son by the name of HAM, along with Japeth and 'SHEM'; matching the first syllable in the name with one half of the letters, and also being the word of 'HE', and other than for these Babylonian super sleuth clues, Kim Wild Weird-Chords; I do not know what else to say regarding this. What I will tell you, is that, and I know some of you out here have had this happen in your lives so don't bother denying it; but I realized this was a 'dream' that I had in part, on numerous other occasions, not in any serial order, but it was as some call these things, 'recurring dreams'. I always liked that 'L&O' episode where the lawyer Dworkin tells the jury of his recurring dream with going out to work naked, in New York City, how his day started in the subway, then onto the way it continued at work, with Susie, and so forth. Still, I am in this parallel universe a lot, in my present life mind energy as a TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON, and for the first time now, as a TYPE-2, and now after I tell you a little bit about this folks; maybe you will understand when I tell you that I definitely plan to go back as a TYPE-3, (T-3-E). Suddenly there was nobody anywhere, not in this room behind the main dining hall, or in the main areas either. Now I found myself walking completely outside and noticing huge snowy mountains, and a huge sign advertising this lodge, and lots of folks all waiting for a ski lift to take them to the top of a ski area. All of a sudden, one of the most awesome beautiful young hunny's that I ever saw in me' entire life, almost a twin of that tall goddess on the old Lizzy McGuire show staring delicious Hillary Duff, back early in this century on the Disney channel or Nick, or whatever. Looks like Microsucks Spellchecker needs some plucking Viagra, not recognizing a commonly used term that I attempted spelling three different ways. Anyway, the girl was like the popular goddess of the school, by the name of KATE. This is very much how this girl appeared, only as tall as Kate was in the show, this giant teen goddess had to be a foot taller, and towered over everybody; and was wearing the most beautiful colored jacket, and had long light brown hair, much like the great Sarah Krassle. She came up to me and began telling me that it won't work, and to leave the place, and she repeated it over and over. My doppelganger just kept saying back to her, not to get involved in it. This is when I turned and found my car, parked and unlocked, keys already in the ignition, in the lot close to the ski lift. I got in and began to drive away, and within ten minutes, this goddess passed me and tried to make me stop my car, and this went on quite a while until I stopped, and she then got into my car after pulling hers over to the side of the road and shutting it off. This is when she told me they are never going to let me know where they hid the 74-WP. I then found myself pulling over and begin discussing this with her. I asked her all sorts of questions, I didn't, but this doppelganger 'other me' was doing it; with me along for the ride. She eventually told me that she could help me get it, but that the price would be for me to sign the papers. After a while, I realized what these papers were. Her father was the owner of some large NASA connected private company that wanted to have the details about Sunram's DE system. She did not seem to even know about these details, only speaking in ways that I was suddenly able to catch on, due to what I knew. Then things changed in some ways that did not pertain to here in my world now where I type this, so I cannot begin to figure it out. She said I had to go to Staten Island, and tell that meddling girlfriend to stop trying to get that lawsuit going. All this other me kept saying is that I had no power to tell her anything, and then she kept telling me that I did indirectly, and that I needed to keep Mister Java Queen out of their affairs. This went on a while, and she then asked me to take her back to her car and I did so. When I drove off, I thought that she had driven the other way and back up the ski resort, but somehow she decided to turn around and again, started chasing me and passing me, and doing all kinds of maneuvers in her vehicle that made me finally pull over again. But this time she then put her car in reverse and came parallel to mine, and a passenger was in there with her, and it was, well, I wanted to say, my Aunt Geraldine Snow, but she is not my Aunt over there. Her window rolled down, and she aimed a large magnum, the same type gun that record promoter Lenny McKinnon pulled on me in the summer time of 1980 in Philadelphia when he insisted that I run a red light near city hall across Broad Street one hot ass afternoon in late July. Then I heard shots, and the left side of my body was on fire. Literally, on fire, not like the expression goes when someone is shot, and it feels like this type of agony. I was on fire, and the car caught fire. This gun shot out something, and it was not like a flame thrower, but more like small tablets that came into my window and just burst into flame. The car began speeding away ahead of me, and I stopped my car and tried to run outside, but the door would not open. I remember the agony of burning and burning, and me screaming for minutes so loudly that I had no voice left. Then like magic, it was just past ten at night, and I was here, and that was over.

However, the eye problem came back once I crossed back over to here. I'll have to get it looked at next week by doctors. There R some weird sounds coming from the hallway in the middle of my sleep time, and I cannot be totally sure which universe it was coming from, nor how it could effect the sound. We all know that the same sound is two different things most of the time, in two universes. I used to be inside of 'dreams' back in 1964, where buzzing birds or machines were doing something around me, and then I would come back to here, and it was my father in the bathroom of the 125-A Haddon Hills apartments, with his electric shaver, shaving himself.

JOURNAL TAPE 25,734 continues onward, L-4. It goes from bad to worse, to worse-even-more, to holy lucking Jesus Christ; so be sitting down for this daily update and report, folks, pweeeeeeeeeze, BRO! I went up on the computer to check my e-mails which I had not done in about 4 days give or take, and had some real weird difficulty with my Comcast Account, where my address is mountainpen@comcast.net. I think your message finally went through, SEABOTTOM, as even though I got only a circle with a red line through it as a response to my hitting the SEND, I also did this on a few other e-mail places, and think they went through, but still cannot be sure, as one was the Copyright Office, and they sent me a confirmation that they did get my note, but I had also left a voicemail on someone's machine on the telephone, so there is no way for me to be positive, either way. Normally I get a flashing quick 'MESSAGE SENT' prompt, but this is not happening, to quote lovely Judge Judy.

UP-UP-UP-UP, FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There are a lot of things I really want to say and tell. If I told, I would be so plucking dead!!!!! Oh sweet mother of Viqueen gangs of the human equivalent Quoddy Mockers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU MISSED ME, MIZZ DIRTWEEDS DISEASESLEAZE JANE!

ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USA is a place that from the very beginning, I knew something was very very very wrong, oh lovely beautiful 1984 Ingrid. I just hope someday before all is said and done, whoever is really most responsible for all of my woes from this city of evil and power, can scream out the last words of, I AM REALLY GOING DOWN THE TOILET. Then maybe, some, not all; but some of this shkit will have been worth it, YO!!!!!!!!!!

SO WILL GODDESS GET ME FOR THIS, LADY FROM LONG BEACH ISLAND, WOW; AND IS THERE SUCH A WORD AS PROPHETESS??? IF NOT, DON'T YOU ALL THINK THAT THERE SHOULD FREAKING GAS BE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO????????????

Yes Terry Egghead Harbors, I am most definitely an imperfect little human being, in total control over the Endless Miseries Club of Planet Earth, but not in control of a whole lot else, mah'm. Sorry about that 1986 Maxwell Smart Chief. Blare those video games at me, brother!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GREAT FOLKS, YO, I HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, ALSO KNOWN AS THE 'BOM', COINCIDENCE YOGI????

Silwee WHAAAAABIT and others; I am here, just as I told the great UNITED STATES © OFFICE, back in dancing McDonald's 1988, with my tune called, ''PROPHET OF NOTHING'', WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! Very few things really change, as it is not things or people that change, merely energy movements rearranging in the vast hyperspace fifth dimensionally. W---O---W!

WHAAAAAAAAAAAHA!!!!!!!!

You go TIGER MARK!

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SUCH A GREAT COSMIC NUMBER, 'STEW' MASON.

HERE WE GO AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bobby McDowell of Fort Wayne, Indiana, United States of America, ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My posting of the Jupiter inlet is always coming out blurry, yet on the real website itself, it does not. Another hack given to me by that lovely group of nice fine fellows and lassies, the groovy wonderful 'WOMO-MILITUFAWCE', Huh, Mister Hall????????????????????

For the record and getting on with Thirty-Fourth miraculous clauses, cases, and Patty Hollister's from 1975; permit me UNCLE ON BENT GOZZWALD KNEES HEINZ, to just say this little squib here, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am going to be TELLING HUGE FRUCKING SECRETS TO PEEPS BEYOND THIS PUNY BLOG VIEWERSHIP. 2020 IS A GOOD TIME TO GET GRIT ALL CLEARED UP, SYMBOLICALLY, BUT WE WON'T BE WAITING THIS LONG; SIR JAMES T. BURR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'll start with this quick little one that is not going to cause anyone anywhere even the slightest bit of pain or agony, and is more than true and more than deserved. The Bonjovi peeps told me that my blogs make me sound so angry all the time, and they wonder why???????? THEY WONDER WHY. Well, grab a big mirror and put it in front of you. You are merely the latest group of such nice wonderful peeps, that make me what I am, and cause me to write so many angry words. If you have to really wonder, then you know what?????? This entire world might as well just go right mother ducking back to swinging from tree to tree on nice juicy thick vines. There is no use in me saying another darn plucking word, not now and not here, and not anywhere at all, lovely DZA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS.

“BE BLUNT, OR BE IGNORED; A SHAME BUT TRUE”

Even when I am totally in your trucking face and flat out blunt as all knit cubed in Daddy's Cuba, Dawny TPB Terra. They don't hear, Uncle Jesus Carpenter, and great U.S. © Office, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I want so bad to be subtle and say a thousand cool things, but nobody gets most of my story when I come out shouting from rooftops, and king-dogs from AC-NJ; with extremely blunt and major controversial statements and facts. I had plans this weekend to see Mikey on the island, but my horrendous toothache put the kibosh on that. The agony was quite intense until last evening after the weekend was over. Too coincidental to be a coincidence, huh Mister Berra-sports, well; I certainly agree with you old pal. No need to ever try twisting my freaking arm. Very sorry folks, it is never really my intention to cause any suffering to innocent people. WOW-THAT, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

To function back in the days when this world was transitioning into a totally different animal than ever before, and those too young to know this, simply don't; but it takes a lot of money and flowing readily available liquid capital. The main vehicle that was created for only one purpose, their purpose, a long time ago; is indeed, the MARKETS. But why did things go nuts after early 1983, when the DJIA for the first time in its long history even then, crossed over the three digit mark and into 1000+ points, forever? Well, this would take years to type up and tell, and I will tell bits and parts here and there; but there really is no short story that can be made about this beyond inconceivable monstrosity!!!!

CONVERSATION IN 1979 WITH A MYSTERIOUS MR. CALDWELL:

Someone told me that metals will not be inexpensive much longer, and that he did not wish to say more. Naturally I pressed and pressed the dude until he broke and swore me to secrecy. It does not matter because he disappeared and his entire family disappeared, about a year or so later, some time in the year of 1975. But I will tell you what he said. He said a huge secret was learned accidentally by members in his family about Fort Knox, and that the place was secretly being expanded underground, new tunnels that went very deep into new areas being excavated. A huge river, an underground river was just below where the bottom foundation was, and that after all of the gold in the entire place was taken to its new areas, a break in the foundation below it all caused the river even below that, to begin seeping in, and men had died trying to get the gold out of there. They were unrecognizable and had to be secretly disposed of. This river from the subterranean depths had an extremely high acidity, due to some volcanic action nearby even below this. All he said to me was it cannot ever ever come out, or the world would collapse, but all of our gold was literally eaten away by this river of pure acid. They closed up the tunnels, with a loss of dozens of super hushed up workmen, and that was that. I asked him how the invention had anything to do with it, and he said that his grandchildren were going to be drilled and drilled to use this on a grand scale someday like around 2020 or so, his exact words and timing, not mine. I still said, so what? He said this machine's side effect is beyond incredible, but it needs to be refined and worked on, and will take decades, but it will be able to be done; and what it will do is turn magma and lava material, when mixed with this chemical in small doses, and hundreds of gallons of normal seawater, into gold, pure total solid gold. Someday the price will be pennies a pound, but for the next number of decades, until this device can be finished, metals will soar because of the problem at Knox. I never saw or heard from him again, and 9 and a half years later, his good friend Jim Burr gave me the old invention of the weird laptop, before there were laptops, in exchange for a magazine that I had. He was madly in love with Connie Chung the newscaster. This was the 1978 September issue of STAG, a dirty filthy mag like Penthouse or Playboy or a million others out there in the dirty book stores. In this magazine that most copies were confiscated, were dozens of naked disgusting shots of this international news broadcaster, Connie Chung. I took the invention down to Orlando Florida with me, but it ended up in the streets of Washington, DC before arriving down in Orlando in December of 1983, and nobody needs to know any of this, NOBODY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I did not get into these parts that I am adding in for the sake of these blogs and my life journal records; but what I did tell my brand new stock broker, Mister Dennis Caldwell; was the forbidden story of Fort Knox, and I laughed and said, I'm sure it is all a bunch of bullskhit. But the look on his face was beyond the look a man would give you if you just told him that you raped his teenaged daughter and his wife, both together. I don't think I ever saw a look on a face like this, not even in a movie. He jumped up out of his seat telling me, and I remember it well, ''Be right back old man'', one of his expressions, I came to learn, as I looked like a 16 year old boy in those years. He came back and told me if it's OK with me, can I leave now, I have seen the brokerage and he had given me lots of time, and now must get back to lots of stuff he needed to do. While he said this to me, phones were ringing off of the hook, and the place went from half asleep to a mad house. I got home and it was after business hours, it was a long drive back in rush hour traffic, to Audubon, New Jersey and Audrey Heller's place. Next morning while dead to the world, Audrey at her job and me alone in the house, Dennis called me and said, after I said hello, and he said ''Mark, it's you right'', and I said yeppir, or something like that, half asleep. He then said, ''LOCK LIMIT UP''. I said to him what's that mean? He said that is good, your position in the palladium contract was at maximum profit, and already no longer able to even trade today. Next morning he called and did not wait for me to say it is me, and he said, ''LOCK LIMIT UP''. This was the beginning of the gold rush. I know I started it by telling the great Zvonko Knox secret, real or not real, who can ever know, but I had no intention of trying to manipulate a plucking metal market. Right after this, that work off wealthy HUNT, from HUNT FOOD, did indeed go onto corner the silver market, and this is a historical fact that anyone out here can check out with simple Googling. Now many chemists know that nothing can make gold tarnish or in any way injure it. Actually, it can be melted as the great mints of the world all know, and it can all flow away, deep into the earth. I never meant to say that this is not what happened, but when I do not share an entire story at an exact time that I tell it, maybe I have very justified reasons for my otherwise methods of madness, as many feel with me, is the case. Hay Mashell and others, YOU'RE ALL ENTITLED, AS AM I, TO YOUR WONDERFUL OPINIONS. I just happen to know a little bit that other people on this planet don't. This is a fact, and the entire world is lucking free to call me a goddang gas liar, anytime, any place, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!! SO LIMIT UP, BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH SHKIT, does anything that resembles ducking normalcy, ever become a part of my screwy weird life, ladies and gentlemen????????

If anyone out here reading me even for one or two years, let alone 3-8; really thinks you have been told all the huge slit about my life, you are about as far off base as all the baseball game stolen base losses all put together, and tripled!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You honestly have only been given a smattering, about musical saga's, Jefferson supergirls, and great wonderful powerful Aunt Oz Geraldine's; all notwithstanding here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 57 DEGREES FNHT.

Feels 100! Actually that is a lie, it feels quite nice tonight. TEE-HEE-HEE, Lilly Munster.

CURRENT NUMBERS ARE BELOW AT END OF BLOG, YO!!!

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COME BACK TO ME ROSEANN DELANEY, IN ANTY FORM, YO!!!!!!!!

Back in 1977, I met a real quirk cough named Jan, who did sound recording and thought he was a little god at the age of twenty-nine. He had a little studio in a music store in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, where I did a total of five songs between 1977 and 1980, and he did such a rotten job, that Howard Solomon at the RPL Studios in Camden, New Jersey; reworked the mixes to make them a little more alive and a little bit better. But just exactly how does Jan Nace and Dennis Caldwell of the Clayton Brokerage, all fit together as I told that it does, a while back; you may still be wondering, folks? Well, for openers, TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS from universes all throughout hyperspace, do a lot more than know how to join up with the Lambrigg Cult of the Astral-Plane, fly around in weird creepy air saucers, build weird looking work-bots that we have all mistaken for space-aliens (SPAL) as it will come to be called later towards the end of this century, and these lovely wonderful darling awesome people, LOVE TO PLAY GAMES, with the rest of the NON-TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, and the intricacies and elucidations to this as well as Jan Nace and Dennis Caldwell, would require about a dozen WAR AND PEACE TOLSTOY novels, for me to even start cracking open, all of this major smother plucking grit. That does not mean it is not there, or that I could not write it all and crack it all open. I will do all of this, just give me some time, and hay all good Delaney vamps out there, where are you when I need you and WALMART VOICE-MAILS, BRAH??????????

YES EVER SINCE THE VAMPIRE LINK LEFT ME, MY BLOGS WENT TO HICKEY CITY, ROSIE GIRL. OUCH, IN MORE WAYS THAN THREE, HOW DO PEEPS LIVE WITH THEIR EMMEREFFING CONSCIENCES FOR 44 AND A HALF YEARS?

Now this was a random selection added here onto this blog, and yes, a total 'SAFET' that endlessly proves these words as true. My dreaming interactions recently in the past year or so R beyond off the wall major hyper time. Way back in 1984, I started having those wild hyperspace S-DAY-LAUDER experiences, Mister GLENN ROLAND, and yes sir, fire is all part of my endless past, and as far back as Chicago, and Miss O's 'CALLIO-COW', or so it appears sometimes. The first fire that all seemed 2 launch this operation was at the illustrious Maxfield Recording studio in Cherry Hill, above the Russel Music Store on Beidamin Avenue. According 2 the proprietor of the studio, Sir Jan Nace, it was a fire that somehow started when nobody was there. All fires 2 me of course R extremely suspicious and I believe in Jewish Lightning, Landlord Lightning, and Contractors Lightning, and I believe in criminals and I believe in fraud and horrendous and monstrous evil behavior on the part of most homosapiens on this awesome diseased planet, y-O!!!!!!!!!! Here is me' (y-O-HACK) right on target, as we R back now in 2024 and out of that 10 year ago time! But shortly after the fire and B-4 the fire at the Garden state Hospital when Tom Glenn was getting his operation there and quite mysteriously coincidental in my book, came the start of my hyperspace experiences with the great S-DAY-L peeps where I was working there, and somehow when typing my dream in 2014 that I pasted in, my mind then had blanked out the true first origins of this wild locale in the 5^th dimensional hyperspace. Let me wrap up my point 4 this day only now.

This fragrance company is all connected with other transdimensional junk in my life, including music related stuff, fires, daughters and that means both of them, MI and PEE; and our dreams all interconnect into so many things that also include some type of weird unfathomable feedback looping systems that even appear 2 intertwine and commingle waking life junk all within the whole of it. This may sound beyond insane, yet it is all the truth, and the psych industry B damned straight into Dogtown, as I know what I know, SO YO, and I looked that time, MO, and WOMO-SPACEFORCE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Week ending 4 PM, Tuesday afternoon: 1-9-24

Coming Out of Vivid DREAM-STACKING Experiences

03:10 AM, Friday, January 5, 2024

As with yesterday the 4^th this is another rinse and repeat or saying it very old world 'carbon-copy' 5^th day now in January where both today and yesterday I seemed 2 wake up right at the nose of 20 minutes shy of three in the morning. I came out of a major incredible dreaming-interaction this time unlike the prior day of awakening at that very moment, and I wish 2 discuss it and then tie in much stuff that absolutely pertains 2 it that the BOM has been talking about 4 quite some time now and especially since this blog project all started up around 16 months ago from my library and public computer terminals where there is a definite censorship that prevented me from saying stuff that I wanted 2, and just about as ANTI-AMERICAN AS IT GETS. Speaking of this, I was with President Clinton, and we had quite a talk, and he wussed out on me, and would not allow me 2 tell him some important things; and this was all only a very small part of the entire experience. This is the first time since living at Dellway Arms apartments in Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG, from middle late 1969 through early 1975, that I had that dreaming experience of being back in the COOLEY HALL and in the classroom of Misses MILDRED B. YOUNG, and being completely part of it only not being a young person but rather an old man as I now actually am in the physicality here of the waking-world. In this particular experience the other classmates in the room were totally different than those actually there in waking life, and none of my old peeps such as Bruce Pennock, Amy-C and Bob McDowell were there at all, and only complete strangers from my waking world point of view were in the classroom, and I vividly recall the experience, as shortly after other things that I will get into all went down, President W-J Clinton, who seemed 2-B a 'former-president' there just as he is here, only he would have been much younger back in those original COOLEY HALL times, than he was in the dreaming experience, and the two of us got talking in the corner of the room. I desperately wanted 2 speak 2 him and tell him that I was a transdimensional T-2-E not in control of anyone or anything yet totally aware of the situation, which is what of course separates a type-2 from a full fledged T-3-E (type three exploratron). I wanted 2 tell him enough so as 2 maybe alter my own life up here in the future, and was completely aware that I was both out of time and age as well as in a transdimensional altered reality in the awesome 5^th dimensional hyperspace. Only he seemed 2 know it from the way he behaved and wanted absolutely nothing 2 do with it, refusing 2 allow me 2 give him a contact number and just walked away from me and out of the room entirely, and a room he would not have ever belonged in 2 begin with of course, YO. Now this wild dreaming interaction as many R-4 many whom remember much of their dream-life, is and was in several seemingly broken up sections, and the breaking up and jumps in 'dreams', is not some error in dreams, but simply our waking-world memory system and or better stated; its limited fallibility. Simple as THAT, BRO! My section began B-4 the Cooley Hall deal and then there was the 3^rd part of it at the end, placing the C-H part sort of as the in-between part of a 3-part normal type of dream, only far from it in other ways, since this was a DREAM-STACKING experience, or dreams within dreams, as the me in the dream, my dreaming double or my doppelganger was remembering many things all throughout this entire 3-part experience and it appeared 2 grow more lucidly connected into both itself there as well as into all sorts of interconnected stuff from back here in me' waking life where I am now typing out this blog-writing onto my computer word program, and 2-B posted at the B-D-C website after that. Remember now and as previously blog-told B-4, these type of stacked-dreaming experiences and 4 short, I'll call them, S-D-E's; have a limit of 12, at least according a very good gal-pal of lovely Patricia Hollister H-H from back in those times of the middle 'nineteen-seven-DEEZ', with or without any or all potential transdimensional taunting NO-JOY-ZEE-USA Casino-Billboards being involved whatsoever!!! Anyway, the connections 2 this 'other Atlantic City' parallel-universe casino and their promotions that teased my phone-tapped and bugged 1986 August dreaming-experience with my own parallel-world trip of 153 days, is obvious 2 any and all fans of my daughter, at least when these blogs were all in their opening and beginning early stages back while I lived up north and B-4 family chased me far off and down here into FLOWERLAND-USA and all translated song lyrics done by McFly car tampering Joseph Berrios, me' ole' coworker from the great one and only Echelon Towers Building of Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG right behind the famous 2 all locals of that area, ECHELON MALL!!!!!!!! But keeping magical reflected strobing inventions, and or toys, out of this opposite side of the BIG BANG, 4 the rest of this writing; so that I can move onward here with stuff pertinent 2 right now, needs 2-B done. We can always get back 2 the year of 1969 and Ziggy Malyeska as well as shortly following television shows with the late Maverick-dude on his fantastic new show called, “The Rockford Files”, and all incredibly and powerfully thrown punches ever possibly made!!!!!!!!

Let me move on with this 3-part or sectioned dream that I very recently popped out of, or 2 quote the awesome latengrate TV-SYFY-fiction writer Sir Rodney Serling here, “or did I come out of it”? Who in all gods honesty would truly bet their infinite 'soul' so 2 speak, on anything such as things like this, 4 sure, if the consequences meant being wrong equals a direct trip over 2 DOGTOWN, 4 crying out louder than thunder on steroids???????? This dream began where I was living in Philly, and a block away from Steve's apartment on 16^th Street, this Steve being Patty Hollister's old guy-pal, only completely or so I was led 2 believe by both him as well as my mom, Patty's shipping company coworker, platonic in nature. I was totally aware that I had recently moved in there with some other roommate, and I was in my room in the apartment and had my own room as did the roommate whomever that was and I do not know, and then we shared living room, bathroom, and kitchen privileges, sort of an average type of 'roommate-arrangement' in life here in America and maybe around the entire world. I was looking in my wallet, and I had all the ID that I have now and here in waking life, only my drivers license was from Pennsylvania, and showed a 16^th street Philadelphia address, and 4 all I know, my roommate could even B Steve but something inside of me makes me believe it was someone whom he knew. I seemed 2 have the very same credit card accounts that I have here in Florida in my waking life as well. After I placed me' wallet into me' nightstand or end-table in a drawer that it contained, I began hearing some muffled soft voices from outside of my one large bedroom window and walked over 2 look outside and 2 the left of me down on the street level from either a 2^nd or a 3^rd story; was what at first appeared 2-B a laundry that was open 24-7 and had lots of peeps all around, and then suddenly, it just became a night club of some sort, and with the same peeps all standing around outside of it and waiting 2 get in. When stuff like this happens, right away we can B sure that we R interacting in much more 'distant' area parts of the 5^th dimensional hyperspace. This is that region that all dreamers know only 2 well where one second we R in a car and then pow, the entire car just becomes our grandmother, or along these outlandish lines where in true actual reality, it is due to reality itself starting 2 break apart and down all together, being so far out into the onion rings of virtually limitless hyperspace. Then we have the psychiatrists who make their living telling us all how it is all part of zillions of psycho neurosis's and systems and operations of our mind thought processes and along that line, so since they hold the degrees and I do not; I am the one forced 2 concede and shut up! Simple as Thistlethorns, and also, simple as this, oh great Sir Mike Soft. So I stared over at this crowd of peeps from my apartment bedroom window in Philadelphia and as I said, the place just 2 the left about 6 properties down from the apartment house and on the far side of the street suddenly went from being an extremely large laundromat 2 a good size city nightclub of some kind. Suddenly as I couldn't help staring at a beyond white hot gorgeous babe standing there, she happened 2-C me looking down at her and she yelled up at me, “Time 4 your next dream-stage, buddy”! Her words. With that, pow, I was at COOLEY HALL across the Delaware River in Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG, and standing right outside Misses Young's classroom. I walked in and just sat down right at my same chair and desk that I used here in waking world times in the autumn of 1972. Within a couple of minutes, class began, and our first deal was standing in a line in this large room, about 12 of us and the same number as the actual class was back in 1972, and we had 2 do some slow weird dance like nothing I ever saw in the waking world life here. As we made these silly moves that each student did in his or her own way with no 2 peeps doing the same exact thing, we were told 2 think of making a lot of money. Suddenly one of the students had a large box practically fall down on his head, and it broke open; and then huge amounts of currency just fell out of it, and all over the floor right at his area by his feet. The rest of us did not have this happen. Suddenly the teacher whom by the way was not Misses Young in this hyperspace experience, told us that he was the one who was destined 2 experience the magic, and this is an exact quotation. Then 4 absolutely no reason whatsoever, I just, or my doppelganger from that world, just blurted out, “The magic was meant 2 happen 2 me as I am the only one here visiting U all from a wild dream decades up into the future”, and those were my precise words!!!!!!!!!!! Within one second, the teacher whomever it was, and I have no waking memory even of this person's gender let alone any other specific detail about the person other than it was our teacher there on that day; looked right into my eyes and I could not C his or her face and they seemed 2 have the power 2 cause me this effect and I knew it and he or she knew that I knew it, and I knew that as well, and this person said 2 me in a firm and quiet voice, “The magic is in 2-parts, and U-R next-BUDDY”, and remember the “BUDDY”, as in the girl outside of the nightclub, that seemingly had sent me into this following dream-stage, also used that word with me. With that, poof, President Clinton walked through the door and right over 2 my desk and sat down on some folding chair that he had in his hand. I already told U all how I was completely unsuccessful in telling him that I needed 2 tell him some mind blowing stuff, and so now we will go right into the 3^rd and final part of this 3-staged stack dream, and Y this is indeed a layered or stacked dream, with or without any carpenters, levels, or music in any possible way being involved here, YO peeps aldare: When Mister Clinton walked away from me and refused 2 let me tell him 2 take my contact information, I seemed 2 instantly following his leaving the room there at Cooley Hall, remember that I had also had a similar dream 2 this one and that I was indeed in a following similar type of dreaming experience in Misses Young's class, yet this 2^nd time here, my teacher was not Misses Young. As I started 2 concentrate and seriously cogitate and reflect on many things from waking life, many dreaming memories would surface, and suddenly, I knew that something beyond major incredible was going down here. I realized that I was inside of a gargantuan and beyond gigantic Senator Sanders-HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE 'layer and stacking' of multiple dreaming's. Despite the towel seepage effects or 'TOSE' of the transdimensional phenomenon involved with all of this, I had suddenly, and 'INSIDE of this DREAM', formed a clear and vivid total memory of hundreds of my dreams; as well as so-called interdimensionalized waking world memory experiences, and then I began 2-C just as clearly as a tinkling bell up on a crisp cool autumn hill ringing out loudly, B-4 church services R-2 begin; that my entire life, and maybe all of yours out there who may ever B reading these words, in any locale, and in any possible way, and without any raspberries, or festivals, or great musical works being in any way involved in the mix whatsoever YO; that we all R in fact most likely existing humanly and physically in the matter-realm in this wild dream stacked layering inter-flux system of a sort, 4 any and all lacking better way of attempting right now 4 me 2 try and describe this 2 another human being. The experience was awesome, and then as all of this was going down and right after Mister Clinton had exited the classroom at C-H, I was instantly in my car and still in Jersey somewhere and driving down lots of rural roads in places completely unfamiliar 2 me right now in my waking world life. Perhaps B-4 getting into this final part of this 3-part dreaming experience here, I should have included one more thing back on what I call “WEIRD-DAY” as I call some of my extra crazy days and times when entire groupings of crazy sicko weird junk all goes down around me and usually while outside on errands only it can upon occasion happen without leaving a residence. One of those minor incidents that I did not list and just said I had some lesser crazy weird stuff happen 2 me, was about the radio sound system in my car. I had come out of a 'dream;' on that day as well that was quite vivid, concerning being in my car and trying 2 adjust the bass and treble controls on the radio. All of the features have long broken, only the volume and the bass and treble still operated. All of the other systems such as changing radio stations and operating the tape player and operating front and rear or left and right speaker controls all have been long shot 4 many years now. In the dream, the base and treble also stopped working. On weird day, sure enough and as in the dream from just hours earlier, the base and treble control ALSO STOPPED OPERATING. Only the radio volume control is left working now, stuck on Family Radio, the great once Harold Camping owned religious Christian station. In this 3^rd part of the experience, I became totally aware of my entire life and knew that all of this was inside of this 'dream'. So I figured, let me now C how much works and or doesn't work with my radio and so I pulled over onto a little side road area like a semi-picnic type place that we all C along many roads and especially in more country and rural road area throughout the USA. Suddenly I realized that there was a cassette tape in the tape player, and when I turned on the volume from being all the way down, it was playing; and it was the harmony track on my 2013 musical project #29 in the © Copyright Office, the song called “You'll B Crossing Over”. The entire radio worked again, all of the controls and all of the 4 speakers were operational again as well. Suddenly just as I was about 2 get back onto the road and drive down it 4 a while, the tape right in the middle of the song just went silent and then a voice came out of it and began saying one wild crazy thing after another, so I went back 2 where I had been parked a few minutes earlier and parked there again. Loud raucous laughter began getting louder and louder and the more I turned the volume lower, it still grew louder and then I ejected out the tape and it stopped. I got back onto the road and started 2 drive the car, and suddenly the car drove faster and faster, and the breaks were completely ineffective. Then it suddenly resumed a normal operation again and I started recognizing the scenery from stuff in waking life and I was in the Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG area near Jenny Plageman's trailer Park, the Mullica Mobile Manor or the 'MMM' 4 short. This is not the end of this experience, but IT IS WHERE I AM GONNA' STOP 4 NOW, and we will come back 2 this incredible dream-deal within a short space of time, and IPYT, great Blogaudians, not so great Blogaudians, and anyone else possible aldare somewhere, and the Galanet B damned 2 Dogtown, Mister Jim Pratt Transdimensional 256-Colonist-TPB!

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Now this was a random selection added here on top this blog and yes, a total SAFET that endlessly proves these words as true. My dreaming interactions recently in the past year or so R beyond off the wall major hyper time. Way back in 1984, I started having those wild hyperspace S-DAY-LAUDER experiences, Mister GLENN ROLAND, and yes sir, fire is all part of my endless past, and as far back as Chicago, and Miss O's 'CALLIO-COW', or so it appears sometimes. The first fire that all seemed 2 launch this operation was at the illustrious Maxfield Recording studio in Cherry Hill, above the Russel Music Store on Beidamin Avenue. According 2 the proprietor of the studio, Sir Jan Nace, it was a fire that somehow started when nobody was there. All fires 2 me of course R extremely suspicious and I believe in Jewish Lightning, Landlord Lightning, and Contractors Lightning, and I believe in criminals and I believe in fraud and horrendous and monstrous evil behavior on the part of most homosapiens on this awesome diseased planet, y-O!!!!!!!!!! Here is me' (y-O-HACK) right on target, as we R back now in 2024 and out of that 10 year ago time! But shortly after the fire and B-4 the fire at the Garden State Hospital, when Tom Glenn was getting his operation there, and quite mysteriously coincidental in my book; came the start of my hyperspace experiences with the great S-DAY-L peeps where I was working there, and somehow when typing my dream in 2014 that I pasted in, my mind then had blanked out the true first origins of this wild locale in the 5^th dimensional hyperspace. Let me wrap up my point 4 this day only now.

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MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR CALENDAR:

SATURDAY, JANUARY 6, 2024---JWSC-SAT-12-17

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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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 2^nd 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!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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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 4^th of March, in the starting of this 3^rd millennium, and 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 know 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.

Yes Mister PIP, endlessness is quite hellish

OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!

06:34 PM, SATURDAY EVENING, JANUARY 6, 2024

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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 4^th of March, in the starting of this 3^rd millennium, and 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 know 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.

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 4^th 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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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 5^th 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 6^th 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!!!!!!

END OF THIS TRANSMISSION.

That's Naught the Way I Like It, UH-HUH-UH-HUH

With or without any middle-7-DEEZ dance-music being involved here; allow me 2 get into a wee tad bit of things that R somewhat pertinent 2 these late ending year times as well as holiday-helliday times, without any of my daughter's teases being a part of it, nor any of mine thereby directed right back at her, or lovely Mizz Lizzy Duff McGuire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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SATURDAY, DECEMBER 30, 2023---JWSC-SAT-12-10

CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 4:7

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I LOVE U SO VERY MUCH DIANA, MY AWESOME MOON

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

THERE R SO MANY THINGS THAT I AM DYING 2 GET INTO, BUT MANY OF THEM R GONNA' WAIT UNTIL I DO SOMETHING EARLY IN THE NEW YEAR, THAT MAY EXPAND MY BLOG AND MY AUDIENCE; AND DEPENDING ON THE SUCCESS OF IT, THIS WILL DETERMINE HOW I PROCEED ON THAT EXACT DEAL; AND I WILL NOT B CHANGING MY MIND!!!!!!!!! Still, Y does it in fact appear that not only I so many times, but U know very well that U all do it as well, keep changing our minds about things? Did anyone ever wonder in even the slightest wee tad bit if this cannot B along those same exact lines of my weirdly outlandishly ever-altering bathroom light lumen reality situation, I mean didn't anyone ever even remotely scratch their heads and wonder? Do U really wanna' stay endlessly stupid on steroids and keep just thinking that it is the fickle and womanly syndrome of just being permitted so many mind alterations? I am not saying 4 one single wee second here peeps that this cannot B the case perhaps somewhere between 70 and 95 percent of the times, but come on YO, those weird times once in a while, let us quote lovely coworker from me' past days at the 113 Caldor Store, back in November of 1985, Mizz Margie McFly Leo; “Wanna' cut me a break”??????

MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES CHARTS IN 2023 BOTBARS:

From 10/20/2023, through present times previous day charts close (PDCC):

2023 ANNUAL MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:

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