I Am On A HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE Roll 4 Dreaming At Previous Addresses, as Was the Case Last Night Again, and This Time, Some Wild connections With Jersey and Florida, All Apparently Come Into Play 4 the Mountainpen
1 PM, SATURDAY AFTERNOON, 08-10-24
The topic of how the only 2 states where I have lived in my life, both have connections in the 5th dimensional hyperspace system; is lengthy 2 say the vely least here, Mister McDowell Cooley of 1972 but B-4 getting 2 any of thissssssss, Mizz awesome 1983 Luccisnakes; first it is time 4 major total candidness and ultra 'B-J'-HONESTY here, a quality that should never ever B retired, despite recent retired recording artists singing great and awesome songs about honesty some time back!!!! That catchy tune will B going through me' mind now like some pesky gnat in me' face, but it was truly a wonderful song, Sir B-J. But moving this on here folks, anyone of U out there in Cyberville reading these words, now or in the future, and via of standard or Galanet type of devices someday; would B subject 2 the vely same phenomenon that the MOUNTAINPEN is, concerning living in 2 states in their life, and dreaming about both of them as well. This would B considered by any psychiatrist anywhere, as perfectly and completely normal. But in my case, and as most of the time; stuff with me does indeed move far out and away into the higher dimensionality of more complex realities, including the bi-state-dreaming's-situation, and so shortening that into simply, the BSDI. No SIR Mister Microsoft Corporation, I am naught putting in any BIDS 4 anything here, but I do C-Y the spell-correction system would prompt me 2 enter that alternative spelling, YO dudes and duddesses. According 2 the theme of the awesome movie, from the ending final years of the prior 20th century, that was called, 'DOGMA'; it centered around a powerful concept of the teachings of MORIANITY, and the awesome pal that I made in those times, the end of 1997 and the vely vely beginning of the following year beyond the ultra-magic-year, that shall also B remembered by me 4 many wild reasons, good old 1998; and I speak of the fine gentleman by the name of Mister Clarence Harris!!!! What is being mentioned here is the powerhouse truth and ultimate reality that the existence and presently physical life of Sir Mark Wayne Mohr, me, the MOUNTAINPEN; can and does, UNLESS SUCCESSFULLY DISPROVED SOMEHOW; throw a gargantuan sized monkey wrench right smack dab into the precious complex gears of our religious concepts concerning the ALMIGHTY GOD JEHOVAH, and all of the creation supposedly accomplished by this 'GOD', and so much more. On one occasion back in the year of 1974, another new so-called-pal, SIR James T. Burr, told me once, that, and I quote him exactly here, “I know something has 2-B wrong because if it stands, then all of Christianity is BULL-\\\\. Now this is not the blog that begins getting real major glass specific into complex elucidations and details, concerning all of this; other than 4 reminding readers of a few little items that R unmistakably all scattered into this mysterious mix of quantum foam on some physical level of metamorphoses. My trip into Carlisle, Pennsylvania-USA late in the month of June of 1996, with Mister David Charles Roth, and that ended up as one of the future-Mountainpen's worst major super ultra hyper-time BOTBAR-DAYS EVER IN ME' ENTIRE LIFE; fits into all of this as well, followed immediately by the next several days with the lovely goddess of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, Mizz nightmares on steroids times 10 to the math-exponent of a million, PAULA KING, who proceeded 2 come boldly into my apartment, and had her way with me, which brought my hyperspace daughter into existence, through what all Morians now R aware of, called TOWEL-SEEPAGE-EFFECT, and (TOSE) 4 short. Peeps who have read these blogs over years of time now, or some perhaps, think that they may understand the TOSE, and I promise U all, and no offense is intended here whatsoever, so please don't B angry at me here, but U-R still 99 percent clueless, 2 all of what 'TOSE' can do, and is truly about; and how powerful it is in its full, and absolute entirety; YO! But this blog ain't about either one of me' truly awesome daughters, so let us move onward here some more. What went down at the Highview Apartments during my second of 2 residing times there, in the middle 19-nineties, is off the scales in its own way; beyond even that of the truly magical transdimensional farmlands of 1970 times, later 2-B known as the ROBIN HILL APARTMENT COMPLEX!!!! Reminding readers again now, it never was officially known as 'the farm outside of Haddonfield'. This was something that I said, following major dreaming experiences that continued in recurring and serial dreaming's, 2 me' COOLEY HALL EDUCATOR (TEACHER), Mister David Leigh Smith. He of course mocked and laughed at me; and refused 2 ever believe, or take seriously any of this; and yet everything came 2 pass, and was Y my song lyrics of 1988 were what they were. It was this and many other items just like this, that led 2 those song lyrics on that project we all know so well, from that year, done by me, Mark Wayne Mohr, titled, 'Prophet of Nothing'. It was all about these prophecies that I made all coming true down 2 their nth degree, over and over again, and 2 no avail, not a soul cared nor would listen 2 one word that I said, so Mister Smith from Cooley Hall ain't gonna' B dying in some fracking lonely hearts club, and THAT is a MO-promise, as well as a MARK MOHR PROMISE! This 1988 musical project was not an error in the usage of the word-pun, either, folks. I did misspell the word of 'epitome', but it was absolutely no error at all whatsoever when I jokingly called this tune and title track of the project, PROPHET of nothing, as right away with the word 'nothing', one would think, gee, does he naught mean 2 say rather, the word of 'profit', as in profit and loss? Well, I did naught, Mizz Blake. But this is getting a wee tad bit off of me' pernt here, Mister Bunker!!!! The point 4 this very time and day and blog writing is the wild major connection of my 'SARAH' song that was written by me on the 12th day in May in 1996, and my attempts 2 record it at a professional studio, and the soon 2 come wild incredible movie called, 'DOGMA', with that awesome and beyond white hot Mizz Alanis Morissette playing the role of GODDESS ALMIGHTY who had been kidnapped by some sick powerful deranged 'heavenly-host' ANGELS. The connections R greater with my life and this movie, than even my older daughter's wild show of 2009, and yet, this still ain't me' whittle pernt 4 right now. The major deal 4 now is all about one particular piece of this puzzle, and wild tale that apparently spans beyond religion itself, quoting Mister Pedersen, CEO of the awesome and illustrious STUDIO PARK RECORD COMPANY!!!! And so then, just what is this deal??????????? It is the main theme of the DOGMA MOVIE, and about proving me WROOOOOOOOOOOONG, and if this cannot B accomplished, well, we can at a bare bones minimum here, go and quote the 1974 words of SIR JAMES ALMIGHTY TIBERIUS BURR OF GLOUCESTER, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The movie carried this a wee tad bit further than SIR JIM-JIM's mighty statement that all of Christianity is BULL////, but hey, come 2 think of it, it would B the next logical conclusion that all things would face an uncreation, so 2 speak!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Looking at this in the Morrisette Ultimate Form here, or shortened and abbreviated into the MUFO, right away we come 2 the unmissable deal of how some dreams that human beings experience actually reveal FUTURE-EVENTS perfectly and clearly. This is 2 dangerous 4 me 2 ever explore in absolute proofs, giving math formulas and many equations and concepts that R already acceptable and even taught at major university think tanks 2 college students studying astro physics and atomic engineering related subjects. It just would B completely unwise 4 me 2 get into major specifics here, but I will add in here, that even they have never made a powerful leap that this is the answer 2 a so far searched 4 unsuccessfully by the scientific community answer as 2-Y there is a tiny amount of antimatter in our universe, not none, not a lot, not an equal amount as we have matter, but a very tiny amount. U don't need 2 know it all, but I promise all of U that the reason is because when we DREAM, we leave tiny parts of our energy (spirit) behind, and when we explore the opposite side of the big-bang in our sleep, where all the stuff from here, is falling back into itself, with no help from baseball catcher mitts and beach balls; we leave trace amounts of our matter side there, and so those there also having dreams, R leaving these same trace amounts of their reversed-matter-selves here, in our forward side universe, and this is truth 2 powerful 4 me 2 safely explore, without extreme amounts of protection!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All I am saying with all of that is quite simple. Most peeps who have a rounded academic eduacation, know without my even saying this now, that if identical parts of matter and reversed matter collide without a powerful electromagnetic containment field of some kind; the entire universe would transfer from matter into energy instantaneously. Words on a more human scale and level would B full total absolute obliteration, complete annihilation, and along that line. So the movie's concept, merely is taking Mister JIM-JIM's words from 1974, that Christianity is all BULL//// if I cannot B SIR Clarence Harris disproved; all begins surfacing, and with dangerous deadly deals all intertwined and mysteriously commingled, all throughout this nightmarish hellishness. Now this is only the smallest surface scratching opening 2 a powerful topic whereby many things all WJSD, right following my writing the song, 'SARAH' on 05-12-1996, and most of me' Blogaudians and the L30B, know all of the horrendous genesis 2 it all from there, but how does it go interstate as well as transdimensional?????????????? But B-4 going on here; that rotten miserable demon lady JANE Thistlethorns Sleazeweedsdisease Crabgrasshitinnerpants Crudumpoopuker Notfondauonebit, just nailed me beyond real real real real fracking goUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUd, with her stinking lousy grass ONE'S ASSAULT ON THE PPNR-MISTER MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I SHALL NEED 2 RUNT PHLEGM HATE NOW, WITH GROUPINGS OF ME' WONDERFUL 5-NUMBERS!
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