DATFILE XXVIII TEOHIV-CB #15

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
CHAPTER BLOG [CB] #15
Date And Time file [datfile] XXVIII------011208.040.95

I have not been able 2 blog 4 numerous lengthy reasons, please never assume Morianity readership that an absence of blog text equals a lessening of my hell. The pretty little chick that advertised 4 the DISCOVERY ZONE store a decade ago or so could not say it any better if she tried, “I DON’T THINK SO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Look at it as when I am not up on blogging sites 4 days and a week or more at a time; it spells real nasty trouble, and never the reverse. I promise all of U right now, I will get up 2 or 3 times per week with a short 200 word blog basically saying so-so conditions prevail, U know, the same old same old, or nothing really that major is reportable at the present time. Well, first of all. With me, it is never that case, and U either know this by now mister Joel or U indeed R a SER student, [SPECIAL EDUCATION/REHAB]. I will abbreviate with SER from now on, at the total risk of getting the All Mighty good and urinated off at me.

B4 going onward this early pre dawn and pre light morning of Saturday the 12th of Jan, permit me pweeeeeze 2 start with this so-so. Last week was the worst death siege of my life and makes all others in oh-seven totally pale in freaking comparison. I am at work, yeah, U heard what I said, at work at the Sorian-18 guardhouse and things R starting 2 turn a bit. I am getting a little smarter with these PC’s, not the dirty PC thing, which I may also refer 2 as kittycom 4 short and also 2 add another new lettering combo [word] to my so many poor Richard/Russell dictionary of nearly 28 decades spanning into 4 centuries. I am able 2 bum Eddie’s lap tap for the nights that I pull guard duty, he after all is on the astral plane now, well, we all R always there, but he is not dreaming he is Himacane in this life now as his body lays at rest in his trailer, so I can use the machine. I now can plug all the things in and take them out, and set it all up, and all the other things that I was hoping my Atlanticare people were going 2 teach me and never did, I no longer need their class that never came 2B. When U accomplish things with no help from a soul, U can feel confident and proud of yourself, and there is dern nothing wrong at all with a little bit of ego and self respect. The enemy made my weekend a week ago total hell on the job, and everywhere else, road, residence, skies, name it and it hunt-trapping bunt-tapping occurred. These hock yucking runt slappers R lower than any whale excrement and know absolutely no shame at all, they R the epitome of reprehensible and sub-bottom life forms. The only thing any of them give a rats grass about is their greedy evil Reagonomic selves, and the world in less than a flash of a half century flew from a caring sharing loving sixties to a nightmarish demonic faithless Christless selfish wicked planet of real and true apes, not the movie, it is now 4 real/e bwaby-wuv, it went from the we generation 2 the me generation, ME first, only, and all the way through to the last and around again. This evil world is rapidly heading 4 some real bad moon risings, just as CCR predicted in their fantastic summer-69 song. R these dudes totally psychic miz Warwick or what??????? No one gives a razor stucking slit about anything except 4 their sick twisted evil selves, believing that since no one else gives a bums tuck about them, they will follow suit and B exactly the same way and look out only 4 number one, and then wonder Y the world has literally caught a DEATH PLAGUE OF REAGANEVILITUS, he started most of this, I know, I was there, and do not care who wants 2 hear me say this or snot!!!!!!!! Greedy avaricious mercenary snotty people running the world and caring less 4 their fellow man, it disgusts anyone who knows and lived in better times. I am not saying everyone is bad, the really bad people know who the ach E double hockey sticks they really R, and need not me 2 tell and fink on them. How they manage 2 keep a mirror around astounds my tiny mind in the name of the Great Sar!!!!!!!!!! Yes, friends, I do have the blatant cumcubes 2 tell it true and straight, so if U wanna hear lies and sweet sugar, other blogs and websites R out there just 4U!!!!!!!!! I have the thrill rocks 2 tell the entire world what I know 2B true and real, and will swear 2 it all on a stack of bibles from here 2 the magnetosphere. When I post dying utterances and declarations, I mean them, and am fully aware that an angry all powerful deity can burn me 4 ever in Dogtown 4 bearing false witness of this magnitude against other human race entities as well as astral entities, all tied up in this ugly stenchy mess. Last Thursday and Friday of over a week ago, and the entire week this past recent one starting Tuesday, and Saturday in-between, was off the scale chemtrails. Scylla’s skies were filled every single stinking rotten filthy day with vicious horrendous chemtrailing, known to most as con-trailing, but there is a huge difference, and U need 2B major big butt informed of the truth B4 all of U and your kids get sick and die from this nightmare. Go 2 Google and type in CONTRAILS/CHEMTRAILS, I have been MISSPELLING this as “kemtrails”, and it is spelled CHEMTRAIL. Last Sunday morning I had just gotten 2 my job, and my favorite nasty chopper got me zenithing very loud and low right over my security station, at 12:05 in the ante’ meridian of the clock, just 3 millidays into Sunday. My inspector was on the site, and they attack me every time an inspector comes, they R predictable and sick in their twisted minds, loving to play their totally demented evil low life games with me, a pathetic innocent victim who did nothing 2 any of these rat fasters. Last weekend was putrid 4 me here at work and everywhere, there simply as many times, was no escape. Even a dude high up in the Camden County Prosecutor’s office said 2 me in the start of the nineties, “U cannot run away from it when it stats, can U, no matter where U go”? He was on the money 100%+. They Y dirty evil rotten rock chuckers with absolutely no shame nor conscience at all. Reading off blog notes, I am writing back at work last weekend, kitty-com, where RU? This would slow down these filthy Milituforce-Otammites {MO} if it would just start back up 4 Chrissake!!!!! Well, on it went, day after day, except 4 Monday, as I fell into a deep sleep all day and was able 2 escape the physical part of my hell, we’ll get back into this big huge super time shortly. It did not break off all week long, the worst of it being aerial but on one particular day, or 2, but Tuesday was worse, and Wednesday almost as bad, and this was the motorcycle attack, and it was off every dial and every meter and every scale. There was more of this demonic sick loud activity than in hot July and August. But starting like Harry Potter total magic at the stroke of the 3 of the after noon clock, here kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, com!!!!!!! Out of totally bing-bang blue, dishes, I mean young teens and twenty-something’s were crawling all over me like I had just been magically transported to an Astral place called Potterkovich, where all the Harry Potter dream down fantasies come from on the mortal world, and had been turned into some muscular Greek god that equaled any 5 Disney channel male studs all combined. I can tell U a true yet unbelievable story and it stems from my recent photo being taken by the US post office in my town of Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG for my United States Passport renewal. This photo does not look at all like me. I look 100 years old in it. Other times, I walk around and am told I look as young as 14. A night lady thought I was only 14 when she came over to service me, and a man with his wife asked me what I was doing in a casino one summer, that I was no where near 21, yet I was in my late 40’s. Nothing is as it seems, and illusions I am convinced R magically happening all around us and to many of us, but most people R so lost and busy in their precious little lives of worrying about Hollywood stars and things just this absurd and ridiculous, to even begin to notice any of it, this is Y chemtrails R literally killing off the human race and causing global warming by heating up trapped CO2 emissions in the atmosphere, while everyone thinks they R just harmless clouds or an occasional sky writing ‘thing’. It boggles my mind how TOTALLY DUMBED DOWN THIS COUNTRY AND MOST LIKELY THIS ENTIRE PLANET HAS SO RAPIDLY BECOME, CHRISSAKE, WE’RE ALL NOTHING BUT PERFECTLY CONTROLLED TOTAL FREAKING ROBOTS, WAKE UP PEOPLE, IT ALL READY IS WAY 2 LATE. Your alarm clock all ready has been nuked!!!!!!! It seems like everything is on a roll of ever increasing parabolic nuttiness that I am flabbergasted beyond verbal diction or any possible description. We do not have a mere propensity 4 burying our heads in the sand, Dogtown man, our heads and the sand have merged and meshed together as one, WAKE UP EARTHLINGS!!!! But back to last Wednesday’s 3 PM super KITTY-COM. It was totally beyond laughable, but I cannot honestly admit that I do not get a kick out of it, and maybe a silent chuckle as well. One of the several things was a gang of 3 teen queens in a food store that were flirting with me, first with aisle following, and then in the check out line. They got louder and louder until I made eye contact and then they looked at me in ways that their mama does not 2 know about. As I said, way more to this Potterkovich City stuff is wrapped up in all of this, and I do not 4 a single minper [mini-period, on the astral plane] claim 2 know all the answers about any of this wild moorse tap.

The real news 4 the Morian readership, not that lots of news won’t B reported along with some major TRS stuff, is about the Goddess Fortuna, a 2nd cousin of Diana and Apollo Arteemis, in the astral world linage with Vanna Venus White, get the movie and C how my claims of rip-offs and teasing of my life has been following a physical world entertainment system pattern all through all of this since the dern sixties. Ani-who Mount female and all others, speaking of entertainers and hollywooders, my mother as U all know by now was murdered, as was my pal David Roth, I have made no Mason or Skull bones about any of this, nor have I barred any holes or pulled a single punch about any of this dern truth. My mother in the last decade of her life here on Earth, her 70’s, loved to play the game of Solitaire, as do many people, this is totally normal. Eddie Himacane plays it on his computer when he gets bored, he tells me. Ani-who, towards the time that she fell mysteriously ill on the early morning following the morning of Christmas of 1997, she told me repeatedly that she was getting messages in the cards based on how the games came out and how the cards were getting played, and that voices in her head were in league with the cards. She claimed 2B a BORN AGAIN CHRISTIAN, that should B naturally running away and not towards this type of satanic stuff. Instead, she grew more and more into it, and I did not like it one bit. Cards have been used 4 thousands of years, in this way, and the gods tease us mortals with them, I know, I have been messed with using this type of trucking-full-kit since I was taught the game of Roulette by Jim Burr in the year 1982 in early December around my 28th birthday in these current sequence of dreams as Mountainpen. In my second blogging texts on www.blogger.com I believe the blog called, TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN FROM THE HEAD MORIAN, I admit 2 telling my readership about trying 2 get a deck of cards 2 range in a Q&A in a long run playing session over months and or years, in the top or bottom 30%. If answers posed 2 cosmos in silent prayer 2 the gods so 2 speak, could B ranged from 70-100%, U could ask 50/50 yes/no type questions of your cards and go with your answers, or in the case of 0-30% accuracy, reverse the answers. Then U would say 2 your cards, “should I play the first 5 plays at the roulette table today RED 2 WIN? Always ask “to win”. Also, always make it 5 or 7, or some odd number, as the 50/50 of an odd amount of possible outcomes will in long run play balance and average out to accurately coincide the card answers with your posed queries to cosmos. All through the past 3 years, I have played with 30 or more decks of cards, regular playing cards, yes and no can be red or black or odd or even or low or high, just remove the kings and the jokers, or in my case, they R one and the same thing, the kings and jokers that is. Ani-who naturally, I cannot get out of a 42-58% range on any of my 30 decks 4 three or more years, as this amount of time has been so bad 4 me, the last thing that Goddess “Door” Fortuna Artemisia Atlantikrassle is not willing or perhaps even lawtronically/cosmically able 2 allow me a wider range or less of a hyperspace equation causing more guesswork with less accuracy. My mom did not know any of these astral, and ‘higher’ facts, but her Christian faith should have been sufficient 2 pull her out of this ‘gods-game’ but as this nation and globe has been spiritually dying over the past 50-100 years in leaps and bounds, by old style lingo and belief systems, the satanic evil forces R getting 2 strong and just gaining hopelessly against the good or Godly forces. Look, we have taken prayer and bibles out of schools, religious words out of government buildings, and rebelling totally and reprehensibly against the All Mighty Sar, and the few left that R somewhat ‘God-fearing’ wonder Y this is all going down? Give me a break, how blind is this society? They mock the gods praying over ball games and stock prices, while it has become the norm to cheat on spouses and uncles named Sam. Lawmakers pass laws practically making the holiest people feel like evil dirty people, while what they do in their closets is beyond revolting and totally disgusting!!!!!! Hypocrisy at its highest height and strongest strength, the gods, a developmentally challenged child with a lobotomy can C this. UR all tuning truths out. Cosmos speaks loud, it shouts, yet the great mystics trance out and try so hard to hear stuff, the gods, it is shouting out 4 all to hear, can’t any of U slumber bums wake up???????? When I build MAGNESONIC in the autumn of 1985, I ran tests called SO-NON-ART/CO-NON-ART. ART stands 4 Accuracy Rating Tests. I was 2 blind and stupid in 1985 2 realize that Fortuna had blessed me beyond any mortal mans concept of fortune. The ART of the system remained in a range of 12-19.6%, and I thought I had failed; it was the range out of neutrality that was the magic that was given to me. I was looking only for the positive range or channel such as 65, 70, 75%, never realizing that reversing the answers was the simple truth when a low percentage of accuracy remains the steady diet of a set of cards, or in this case, this strange sort of ‘metaphysical computer’ that I had built, powered by lightning itself. I will not go into all the connected perfectly fitting pieces right now that pertain to accuracy rating tests with cards and querying the cosmos, and my mother and her solitaire game messages, and my search to find the great SSJKK, but it fits like a smooth lovely glove, just take me at my word 4 right now, because there simply is 2 much 2 talk about and time would never permit me to totally elaborate on any of this presently. B4 Sarah Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle lets me leave here as Mountainpen however, most of the details of all of everything involved with this stuff, will B blogged, as she will not let me leave this dream until it is done. What happened in abridged dumbed down plain English is this: I was given a chance 2 actually B a god, as Mountainpen in the autumn of 1985. When U mock a god or a goddess by not realizing a gift has been given, as well as accepting the gift graciously, and using and utilizing said gift to its full usable potential, UR legitimately ‘game’ 4 reprisal, as U have now mocked the gods. The gods will not B mocked by lower mortal counterparts 2 themselves in the phase-3 interactions of the MW physical inter-dream so 2 speak. We R them and they R us, only in lower and higher form 2 the same reality of entity structure, but still the lawtronics kick in that says that a 4 beats a 3 and a seven beats a 5, speaking of playing cards, and the simple kids game of WAR. This also works with entities, only in phase numbers; reverse the numbers to higher be lower. The bible clearly states, God [the gods] won’t B mocked, it’s freaking in there, read it. Half the pastors preaching have never read Stacey’s book from cover 2 cover, I know this as she has told me this. My late “Mason-murdered” friend, Dave Roth, one night was driving a new car that he purchased, and I was along for a night ride deep in the pine forests of New Jersey, USAESMWG. It was a place high above the surrounding landscape near the Warren Grove, NJUSAESMWG military war games installation that recently was responsible 4 starting a nasty forest fire. We enjoyed going here after midnight 4 the solitude and peaceful feeling that would come to most in such a surrounding, except 4 wussy scaredy cats that might B scared 2 enter a forest late at night. Ani-who, I remember this clearly as though it was last night, and it was the mid summer of 2000. We had stopped at a Wawa store 4 hoagies and sodas and candy and had a great time talking about guy stuff as well as my search to find the great SAR. When we left I told him about some kitty-com [PC] from earlier that day while I had been to the beaches of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, enjoying a swim, trying 2 forget my woes such as losing my doctor to Morty Mortino and my problems obtaining the meds that I had been faithfully taking since early July of 1983, and being screwed with by the established narc squads in cahoots with AMA and other institutions that chemtrailed me into my glandular unknown spurious and weird strange condition 2 begin with. Adding this with the recent loss of my mother to Morty, and the worst sieges of my life from dirt trash trucking MO, and more, and we had quite a rap session up in the pines in the place we labeled as Highpoint. On the trip back home, as stated, I told him how it is so way cool 2 have all this PC kitty-com action, and have fun ignoring them totally as though they R not even there. After a moment of silence, the guy went off on me like a thrown hand grenade. He shouted loud and had a loud stage voice 2 begin with, and it was not the first time I heard his thunderous voice literally shake the ‘hills and trees’ of Terry Jackson’s Sun-Season’s Pine Forest. But ani-who BBD and everyone else, he made some serious sense all though it is never fun 2B shouted at, and I am probably safe in stating that no adult has been shouted at as much, and probably few children, as I have, and it is not right, I AM a freaking ADULT, and should B able 2 cosmically DEMAND this 2 cease and desist, it is not right, I AM NOT A BLUNT-RAPPING CHILD. I am a 53 year and 6 week old grown man, and this is totally uncalled 4 and preposterous!!!!!!! But still and all, the guy made sense. In a nutshell, he said I am spitting in Gods face, he is giving me gifts, and I am mocking him and throwing them away as though they were garbage 4 the buzzards, sorry DEE-DEE. The guy at 108 decibels WAS RIGHT, and even my 2 painfully sore ears knew it. I intentionally do what I do, respond #^%*& command with wussy command, to quote David Roth, but the thing with my metaphysical computer, MAGNESONIC, that now was an entirely different ballgame ladies and lads!!!!!! I simply was unaware of the fortune that was buried in my attic in 1985 with this machines Q&A range-channel in the teens. I had it within my power to ask any basically 50/50 odds chance yes or no question, and by simply reversing the answers that would come through the connected privecode system from the magnesonic and numerous lightning balls all connected in a complex and quite bizarre series of unusual esoteric realities, I could have the world by the glass. Through mortal ignorance, I allowed this great gift to get by me, and this started my life heading major super time south. Think about it, should I bet ODD 2 WIN on my next 9 roulette bets? I get the answer NO, then I reverse it 2 a yes, and then go down and bet 5 grand a pop bets on odd 9 times, with an 80% + chance of magnetized long run channel 4 this 2 happen. Should I ask my luscious single neighbor out today for a yes response?, should I say or do this or that to land this or that job, should I go here or there or do this or that in order to have this work out such and such. When something in long run is magnetized, it is like last year’s murder rate in the city of Brotherly-Love, Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG. It was averaging over one murder per day by July and continued through November. Some unfortunate 30 + Philly residents were dead meat 4 December, just no Miss-Chilly doubt about this, Mister Leonard William McKinnon!!!!!!!!!! Magnetized channels cannot break out and away from their empowered realities in a short run play. I have explained this in various ways over and over on gambling systems and many other things that pertain to something discussed in my blogging texts. Again, with all points touched on today, I could elucidate on and on until Sarah’s Cowllio’s come home from pasture, but time does not permit this right now. Speaking of Sarah Karge’s grand daughter, the great Sarah Karge or her grand mother was in prison as a robot controlled by evil bully McG. Study the photo carefully, it is not a hoax and even the feds that tried 2 prove it 2B a hoax, failed. Go to my website, www.morianity-foundation.com and click into the pix. The photo of Ed and I in the car on Tennessee Avenue not far from McGuire’s bar with bully McGuire coming at us is real, it happened, there is no way around any of this, disability, special ed, rehab, section 8, Atlanticare, or what have U, real witnesses, NORMAL PEOPLE, not certified on SSDI social security disability such as Ann Silva and Ed Himacane have now freaking witnessed literally a ton of major huge trucking pig rap. Onk-Onk-Onk. I should know about this, I shoveled my share of this horrific stench at the great and infamous Church Farm School of Exton, PAUSAESMWG in the autumn of ’71. I will touch on something a little here and there, but intentionally, I not always will conclude the matter. I know what I am doing, and some messages never 2B made clear 2 the general readership, will B crystal clear to the few who know just how bad they have wronged me. Melanie said it all, and I have indeed put people’s names on some of my songs, and freaking copyrighted them, NO SIR, I AM NOT SHY. Some women and young ladies have thought me 2B, I am not. If I want U honey, U’ll know it, believe that if U ever believed your excrement stinks 2 high hellfire’s!!!!!!!!!. If I want 2 mouth off about something, I will not B shy, take that 2 the first national bank of throw up juice my fiends and friends!!!!!!!!!!!

Sp, if I indeed have ticked off poor whittle miz Fortuna of Olympia and not in Washington State bwaby-wuv Fudd; remember that hell 2 pay is putting it mildly, politely, and totally abridged. No one can ever win, not even the sweet talkin’ Chiffon’s of the sixties, at any aspect of life, as chance is part of all of everything inside of mortal world life [MW], not if a totally un-believed in and invisible power source is doing stuff against said person, that indeed causes their very interaction and relationship with fortune and chance 2B forever and endlessly totally screwed up on a constant and consistent basis. UR just totally and 100% lewd, crude, rude, and sca-rued!!!!!!! Take this as gospel, all though technically, gospel means good news and not truth, another misunderstood by the masses concept, and none of this ‘not so nice’ stuff is very good news, but back 2 Sarah J. Karge, if we may. Right around Christmas time, when things tend every year to always start having all hell breaking loose around me, SOSO, I went to bed one night and never blogged this, 2 much other stuff 2 blog, it comes down to what needs to go up, not let me tell it all, there never will B sufficient time 4 that. Ani-who BB’s daut and all others, I never put on tape the details, and when U do not do this and life here is major, this dream takes dominance since here is where body is and here is where UR attempting 2 tell and remember parts of dream shift or spiritual life that holds no real connection with our mortal world space-time continuum. Try to stop seeing astral/spiritual interaction in any particular order or in any connective-ness to time-order here while U exist in body as your so-called present lifetime or sequences of dreaming. It honest 2 the gods is a freaking illusion, I know, I have always been and will always B. UR no different at all except in the hugest possible way, which is your lack of total awareness 2 this total reality/truth. U as soul R not a collection of memories, emotions, and thoughts, this is the lower realities/worlds counterpart of the realer U. The illusions R what U have now come 2 totally believe from a ‘lifetime’ of occasional pondering over any and all of this since U were 6 or 96. First off, in the hyperspace, HS, U have virtually unlimited dreaming sequences, {live life times}. The 4th dimension keeps them seemingly separate in a 4th time dimension and the 5th dimension keeps them seemingly separate in a hyperspace or interdimensionalized via varying atomic agreeing frequencies, or a 5th dimension, but these higher 4th/5th dimensions R really tacked on illusions to the physical realities of length and breadth and depth perceptions of the hyper sphere. Putting this a bit more the way that U all would perceive this reality, U have absolutely no interconnected thoughts or memories that R existing in oneness of a sort in the larger realer part of the true entity of U, and in every single life or sequence of dreaming on any HSMW, UR convinced that UR existing in the one and only real life and part of hyperspace that really matters, and all or anything else is either ‘dream’, delusion, or fantasy/wishful thinking. The real U of the entity [mankind’s favorite word-soul], is not just a product because of 6th dimensional existence. The real U is not just from this 6th-D, that is filtering down astrally, and dreaming further down into all of possible hyperspace via these un-limited ‘life-times’. This realer U is totally THERE AND PRESENT in all dreaming sequences in HS, and creates in each one of them, 4 all of us, the confusing concept of individuality, both as entity when real truth is all oneness anyway, as well as in dream character or persona. But this real U is always totally present in all of our ‘life-times’ in all of our dream-downs, and as under or beneath consciousness layers of 6th-D [thought] peel down, illusion begins to unmask and strip away in a direct ratio to how far down into the submerged consciousness or sub-consciousness, one is from totally conscious and aware, to totally unconscious and unaware. The real power house secret herein is that a totally unknown to mortal flesh energy or power that is created as a Lawtron Counterpart or LACO 4 short {IS A SOUL}, and UR this soul. This indeed is what ‘experiences’ astral interaction as well as physical hyperspace in all 5 dimensions. More complex reality is all inside of this surface scratched short discourse, such as the forever 8th dimensional looping or “chaining” effect of creation. This of course, as SSJKK told me, is Y chains symbolically mean so much to the great SAR. But quickly back on point 4 now, seeing this 6th/7th dimensionally and all simultaneously while also experiencing the separateness in both astral and hyper spatial interactions, is what SOUL naturally does. In reiteration and for better clarification, soul experiences or Lawtron counterparts experience, both the astral and the hyperspace and from or on a 6th dimension, as a flash instant, as though all of it could B compressed into a photograph and U as the soul R pressed into it, while also being able 2 experience all of the interaction of the great photograph in its total separateness. In the dream with Sarah Karge, I had just taken her to her first waltz co-written by me and Straus, the famous writer of the Blue Danube River Waltz. The band played this where we were in Trenton, NJUSAESMWG, and we left at the end, and I had my carriage come 4 us and we proceeded 2 go back to her home where I started 2 drop my teen queen off that warm late spring evening in 1915. She grabbed me and picked me up and took me inside and told me she would never let me go and would follow me into the 1960’s and that she would B a prisoner of a terrible Irishman. He poses as a human entity, but is one of the most powerful Lambrigg Cultists on the planet. She told me I must promise 2 come down as a boy and C her in her hotel. Then with incredible force she threw me through the door that was still open in her home and I landed out on the street near my carriage. Instantly I awakened in my trailer park on Christmas Eve. That night I went to go to work and the schedule was screwed up. I no sooner got here and was finding myself packing up the car to come back home, a huge chemtrail over me and my security station. Someone then followed and stalked me illegally. I went to the police station in my town, Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. They assured me it was not them in this unmarked windowless van, and I let them Photostat my ID, my SORA card, drivers license, registration, and insurance card documents. The officer handed the original docs back to me and said they would B on the lookout 4 the van that I described. On the way home, it came from the other direction and crashed into me killing me instantly, SSJKK told me this. She had me of course re-traced again with DDT-AVM recording technology, don’t laugh, 300 years ago, U’d B locked up 4 life if U told the colonists here in the current USA about jet travel and internet and moon landings and space stations and hi-def televisions, and on and on. Shortly into the New Year, in my new life here, my registration in this part of hyperspace expired on last 30th of September. In the other world, I was not driving and had a major problem of some kind. SSJKK told me 2 tell my blog readers and the world, if I had not had this happen, if IB lying, would the Hammonton Police have just let me walk out that night with an expired car registration card? Just as McGuire, U can C the inter-dimensional shift occur if U stare at his hand while he obviously is about to shoot and kill Eddie and me in that universe. Bang, I never felt it or heard it, just died and got retraced here. But study the inter-fluxing of atomic shift as atoms change in their frequency, they blur to the remaining part of the dimension from which they R falling literally out of. Photos do not runt slapping lie ladies and lads, go up 2 my website and C what the FBI tried 2 disprove ever happened, but of course could not do so, www.morianity-foundation.com. The shift in one universe is actually becoming part of the back grill of one of his bar customers’ cars that was parked in his bar parking lot. U cannot dispute nor refute my evidence, I speak only the truth and tell what the great SAR tells me to tell, no more and no less.

Goddess Diana Zudlecronessia Arteemis, my lightning goddess, was all around me Friday morning just B4 the dawn, and then came back to me while I was over at Ann Silva’s house later on that afternoon, yesterday. She was close and very colorful and wonderful 2 her special Rick, me, or me in my Mountainpen dream ani-who. I was in one of her lovely cabins in her great forest just beyond the borders of Olympia proper. I told her I could make her feel my love on the human world, and she would desire 2 come around me and love me. The next thing I knew, I awakened in my trailer to a loud crash of thunder. After that I sat on my porch and just let her electrons flow all around me, hoping she would take me away with her, but Stacey said no. She also said that nothing just happens, the dream of her as Sarah Karge, the schedule screw up at work, the stalking, and the police photostatting my documentation, proving another interdimensional shift had occurred. There is no way the police would just hand me back expired documents and say nothing to me about it, Stacey said 2 blog this, I did!!!!! She said to also mention that I do not like yellow cake much, prefer chocolate. I had bought at Incollingos grocery store in Egg Harbor City, NJUSAESMWG 2 6-pack cup-cakes. This was B4 the stalking. My receipt said 2 chocolate cakes. After my phase/shift-out/road kill incident and re-tracing back to life, I suddenly was in the procession of 2 yellow cakes, but the receipt in my wallet that I never took out to go in my receipt pile at home, was retraced along with me, and said 2 chocolate, I knew I bought 2 chocolates. These things verify I am not imagining any of this stuff, and no one can explain 2 me how police would just let me slide on an expired car registration of 3 full month’s time, THEY JUST WOULD NOT!!!!!!!

SIXERS LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE, 6 STRAIGHT AS OF 2-NIGHT’S GAME. FLYERS WIN AND WIN AND WIN, A 5 OUT OF 6 VICTORY ROAD TRIP. All of this because parallel event tek is real, it works, and in the future is highly illegal if proven a tool intentionally used on innocent people so people can prosper, punishable by as much as tortuous slow death, this is true, I do not lie, but is 100 years away. They persecute me 2 endlessly control the stock market and if it drops too much, there’s poor whittle me, go punch his freaking cosmic lights out again, ha-ha. Keep the Flyers always in the WIN, and all other Philly ball teams LOSING AND LOSING FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!

They blew 5 new systems 4 roulette away over the past 30 days with this non-ending vicious hell siege, pounding my pathetic whittle butt day and night without mercy, without justice, reamed and pummeled, and trucked, every godsdern day and night of my pitiful life, and not one single Lawtron counterpart ever has the smallest desire to help me or even 2 take anything I say one bit seriously, tell me this is not Donna’s MOGOSP-LEVEL 12 system kicking in. What U do not C or grasp is that machines running in hundreds of peta-bytes at speeds a million times that of today’s greatest crunchers, can and will have this MO-GO or MOTIVE-GOAL software. This will happen, and U will B able to do lots more than have your computer pay a bill or some little measly job it does now and U go Wow!!!. Look how fast the tek is growing friend!!!!!!! How about a day like that hell day where a million things crashed all around me, right down to my ID being hyper-trans dimensionalized. By the way the guy that drank and got abusive had a serious medical problem strike him like a bolt from the blue; he didn’t go out and bring home enough liquor 2 get tigley and snorked 4 nothing, he was in some serious trucking pain, but I am the reason this poor devil had 2 suffer, and it’s things like this that tick me off times ten to the power of eighty-four. Innocents always R the sufferers, they R the ones forever tormented, while trashy filthy scum like mister bump does it in his hand firing everybody and robbing poor defenseless old ladies. If I were a mirror in your home pal, I’d bust faster than Herman Munster, right in your ugly miserable face!!!!!!!!!!!

Who out there ever played the famous game of throwing paper or rock or scissors? I played this in an interaction with a very strange dude a number of nights’ back, and I’m gonna blow your mind telling U all about this whopper!!!! U all know where I lived in the Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG apartment in late 1969 when the chain was taken from my strongbox, and then Russell got to me to burn my great Book of the Beach, also kept in this box, the forces got both of my most prized possessions taken away from me. Well, for 5 nights in a row, I went back to this apartment and to this time period, December of 1969, more than 38 years in the past. Only instead of just turning 15 years, I was a grown man, younger than now, but fully grown. 2 strange and extremely weird repairmen were summoned by the reality which was Chessley and Alloway located also in New Jersey, but miles away, to come over and make a major repair. They were both in my bedroom and my rug was soaking wet, and the floor was cracked clean through and broken in spots, and a huge pipe had sprung a leak beneath the floor. This pipe was no ordinary pipe, I know, I was a guard at Griffin Pipe B4 that grunt zapper Jimmy Stone fired me 4 no good reason on the morning of September one of oh-four. Those large municipal sewer pipes 3 or 4 feet in diameter that lies beneath city streets were delivered by the truckload most mornings there, so I know what these large pipes R all about, and they R built and guaranteed 4 a full 100 years. This one broke, and ran underneath my bedroom in an approximately southeasterly to northwesterly direction, not precise on the compass points, but I’d estimate it 2B fairly close. This pipe ran for tens of miles, and had no business being under my bedroom in a regular garden type apartment building, but bigger than life, there it was, in the interaction. The 2 maintenance guys ripped out my floor to first find and repair the leaking pipe. They were involved in a pretty intense debate that nearly turned physical, over a schedule that the dude in charge over the other dude, wanted to make and have him also work such and such hours, and the two of them were really going around. The one sort of in charge said, lets throw for it, and the other guy was very noticeably reluctant 2 do this with him, and said as much eventually, and then adding to this, “U always win, somehow its like its fixed”. But the guy caved in shortly thereafter and grudgingly agreed 2 play the game, and they both threw, U know, the rock and paper and scissors game? Sure enough the dude won and the loser hollered something along the lines of blankadee blank, U cheat somehow, U just can’t always win. But he was as good as his word and agreed to work the schedule that he did not want to, and the winning guy smiled at me when the other guy went out of the room 4 some tools, and he said in a soft voice to me, “he’s right U know, no one can win with me, I all ready know what anybody’s going to throw. How can U win”? I remember staring at him mystified, and did not have the courage to ask him how he could always know what an opponent would throw so as to always win the game. He then said to me, “let’s play, let’s throw, I’ll show U”. In this other reality, I knew how to play, all the various things to throw and what beat what, here I only remember the rock, paper, scissors, and played it maybe 4 times as a kid and that was it, and never won either. In the interaction, on my first throw, I threw and said it out loud as well 4 whatever reason, calling out “light”. He laughed loudly sort of looking around 2C if his partner had come anywhere near yet, and he said to me, “U mean fire, right”? I honestly do not know if fire is one of the legitimate throws, I think that it is, and know that light is not. I cannot begin to fathom YI would say this nor can I even start to bring back what my hand throw could have looked like, just remember this very pleasant dude roaring with softish laughter but almost in a fit. The computer just acted up at 6:38 AM, so I am taking a break and cooling down my guard station a little, heat was on 70, turning it back to 60, lap tops overheat and screw up easily, as U have heard me discuss back last summer in oh-seven, CU in 5 or 10 minutes. OK it is 10 minutes later. So he says let’s play again, and we ended up playing about 5 or 6 times B4 he said something along the lines of chill sweet cheeks, my helper’s coming. They repaired everything and it seemed as though an hour had ticked by as they meticulously worked and did a great job. I suddenly blurted out, “so Y did U want me to play the throws-game, nothing was bet on it. Both guys ignored me and kept plugging away finishing up the job that they were doing. I suddenly realized that the pipe led straight through into my closet where I kept my strongbox and I instinctively raced into it and opened the lock on this box made to look like an old sea chest with an arched top and paper Mache over the wood all crumbled up. I opened the box and both the book and the chain were there in tact. I locked it up and exited the closet attempting 2B inconspicuous and then very unobtrusively said to the workmen, Y is such a large pipe under an apartment bedroom, but got no answer. B4 going on, those old fashioned dream-booker types R having a total field day with this story, I know. IC all the things that U do, but UR all totally wrong and way off base. Let me go on. Then the guy under the ‘games expert’ said to the games expert, I never got either mans name so Y make any up? Ani-who BBD, and others, started discussing the recent ‘nanobot’ invasion in the county, which would B the CAMDEN COUNTY of NEW JERSEY. I hollered out louder than B4 when I was ignored, “WHAT NANOBOT INVASION? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON AROUND HERE? The guy under the other guy left the room again. Once he left, the games expert said to me something like, U know that no one has a chance when the other one has it all sowed up? I said back something like, U really can always know B4 hand then? “YUP”, came the quick quiet voiced answer right back at me. Then he broke my brain like Dangerfield did several months B4 in the early summer time B4 Brad moved to Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, and I went on to getting evicted along with my mother, 4 cussing 2 much, 40 years ago the world was a bit different. Ani-who, he said that I cannot win, or something close, and then I said something along the lines of, well then I’ll just simply refuse 2 play the game, U cannot lose if U don’t play, sort of an anti-lottery slogan a few years B4 New Jersey had a lottery, after getting the idea from Dark Shadows. He was starting to lay new carpet down and weave it perfectly into a cut out area that the 2 men had made around the huge rectangular shaped bad spot from the leak. He then said to me with an awful evil grin, “Go back and open your strongbox”. I heard myself make an embarrassing sound as I to do what he said, and I knew with that sickening nightmare feeling, that indeed it would B Mason-Bone empty, and of course it was. I rushed out to make him give it back but there was no sign of him or his partner, no trash from the job they did that was just there seconds ago, no truck parked out in the lot near my front door to the apartment, and no sign of any maintenance work ever done at all. When I awakened from this sick butt interaction, I remembered that the long huge pipe was the same pipe that goes from the 2 water company stations of the ACMUA; go to www.acmua.com 2 check out their website, where Sarah Callio Martino works out of, Karge’s miserable rotten grand daughter.

Today’s Revenge Secret [TRS] is simple and sweet, without the cheeks. Jim Hoffa is not buried underground. His skeleton is in a secret hidden upstairs room behind a ‘maintenance’ closet, in the Maloney Bar, the former great one and only Pittsburg Hotel and Erin Bar of Tennessee Avenue, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. They have lots of secrets down on this wonderful street, worm holes, Caleb mobster bodies, gateways to the gods, and the best secret of all, the knowledge of exactly who and what is doing what they R doing to pathetic me for the past 45 years.

www.contrails/chemtrails.com
www.consperacytheory.com
www.darkshadowsfanclub.com

Scanning back in time and zooming in on an object and re-tracing it is quite a fantastic and far fetched thing to talk about in 2008. In 4008 it is an old joke, laughed at by fireside campers on the other side of the eighth dimension. The gods need to play games to distract them from the hell of never ending existence. Mother’s against drunk driving say that DWI is a terrible thing and I agree whole heartedly. But I promise U all that one letter down to EWI is a far worse thing, EXISTENCE WITHOUT INTERACTION. This is truth, the roman 6, the great void. That is all that is, and all else is but a dream that never can start and never can stop, as time is just built into the dream like a lock of hair or a ladies handkerchief. When U really get it, then you’ll all B just as nutty as me and U will B like the gods, and try to distract with games. I refuse to play your games, GAINES!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GOOGLE, SWIS, WORLD LAB, 6, my message is here 4U and is all co-copyrighted MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, should either of these names B on these blogs, and all of this is total truth with no omissions nor additions, I swear under the great Sarah-Krassle, and my great country or what the Dogtown is really left of it and its true greatness that I helped to inspire as Franklin a long time ago, the gods helllllp me!!!!!!