TEOHIV DATFILE XLIV

The Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version, CB #31
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I must accept this curse for now and perhaps forever, I have no power to stop it, and no one believes in what I am going through, or the few that do just cannot help me out of it in any way, while some flat out just don’t give a damn.

Ed screwed something up, AGAIN, he said for me to save my document as DOC 1 as it shows on the screen, but it would not save and every time I hit backspace, the screen cleared and nothing was working right, so I brought down the old 30 document, and am saving to that, Ed can split them and cap it later. The hack is in big time, the capital letters lock went on by itself, did not push any key when it occurred. Lots of words are not fully coming out, and the bottom of the screen is acting very weird, and I will have to close down in a second, this is not going to work, the hacking is huge or else as usual, Ed must think this is funny I am starting to think and even Ann thinks it if I can be blunt, we both are thinking he is getting a weird sense of thrill and power out of messing with me, and if this is true, then he can totally fend for himself, and with out a car. My life is not funny, and if he is teasing me, I don’t trucking need this one bit. Ann is not on medical treatment for paranoia and she is thinking this, and does not yet know about tonight, but she will when I call her, this is not one freaking bit funny. I can now buy my own computer with my new credit line; it is not me that needs any of this. Now if this is not part of some sick sense of humor, then I owe him a big fat apology, but this is trucking ridiculous. I think his entire lap top is weeks or maybe days from the scrap heap. It is used constantly, he is a member of a club where he is permitted two billion bytes of musical download memory data daily, things wear out. I should know, as I for one sure have. The only way that I have finally stopped the constant crap was to discontinue using any externals and just use the laptop itself. I like using a mouse, but am perfectly capable of living without it. Let me get a little into things, not all that much will get accomplished here tonight at work. 2 straight weeks the EVIL EMPIRE scored with huge weekly gains on their dirt bag Dow Jones stock market. Ed is just like ex-bizz-part Paul Pedersen. Reverse their predictions and 90% of the time, you know the right answer. Ed shouted and insisted my market problems would be over, at least for a while, the world is falling apart, oil at 100 bucks a barrel and American gas at a national average of 3 bucks plus for the cheapest grade, and a general overall collapse in world markets as well as American confidence in numerous indicators that spell not so bright economic conditions. Still, this is all meaningless. For 22 years, it has nothing to do with anything. It is how much misery and hell can they bring to poor whittle pathetic me, this is the fools-factor in the market, and laugh and scoff at me all that you want to, because I know that it is true, and they know it as well, or they wouldn’t be persecuting me to my freaking grave night and day!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ed also shouts and insists that I AM DOING WRONG THINGS TO THE COMPUTER, I AM PUSHING THE WRONG BUTTONS, and he cannot accept some facts. Yes, I have made errors, and have much to learn, but to blame me when I am not doing anything wrong, that’s trucking low, and I am about to distance myself permanently from this, and move away, and get away from all of these people and stop aggravating myself when all ready I had more to handle and deal with than anyone I ever met could hope to handle, before they entered into my miserable trucking life. Let me now start amending hacks and screw ups from CB #30, the prior blog.

First correction was early into the text; the big story is on Action News, not MEWS. Then a while down I am saying the words MO-connected, and was mind hacked with a SDDK, or a sixth dimensional delete key. I needed at this point in the text to have added in, “IS SO EASILY DESCERNABLE”. Later still, I was addressing my readers, and calling myself the head Morian; and it came out the ‘HEAR’ Morian. Interesting also, as later we will discuss how you did not get to hear something that I should have included and did not, perhaps another SDDK? Then came the {mysterious exim ratio}, only it came out with their famous number 18 hacked question on the SORA STATE EXAM, Stacey L. Jackattack, Governor Corzine, with not only RATION, but also “mysteries”, yeah when they’re there, they’re there, whoever and whatever ‘THEY’ are!!!!!!!!! And they don’t let me freaking soon forget it. You cannot tell me, this RATION/RATIO thing IN SOMEWAY HAS NOT BEEN MICRO-SUCKED INTO THESE WORD PROGRAMS, AND IS ALL JUST COINCIDENTALLY HAPPENING AND IRRESPECTIVELY OF ME, MY PROBLEMS, AND MY ATTEMPTS TO TELL THEM ON THESE BLOGS. Next week I will have to go to the hospital, they have injured me to such a point, and if I do not soon leave this wicked evil empire, I will not survive these dirt sleaze and what they won’t stop flinging at me. 22+ years of this now, honey, believe this is going to stop and you will be the next purchaser of the Brooklyn Bridge. Word program’s spell checker is beyond a pain in my thrill rocks, why would I say BELIEVE THESE IS GOING TO STOP, just tell me, go ahead shrinks of the pwanet, what sense does that sentence make, go ahead, send me a mess. Later on while talking about my lovely queen, Scylla Jehovah, I know I said, “AND DREAMS INSIDE HER”, why would I ever say a dumb thing like ‘INSIDE THEIR’? Three times after this part, the stupid machine and its dumb spellchecker system, insisted I say ‘Millionth council’, when a child knows it should say Millionth Council. Proper names are capitalized, in this case both the M for Millionth and the C for Council, yet it kept insisting on placing a small ‘c’ on the document, and when I thought I finally changed it, they still trucking hacked it back on the wrong way, the turds. I am not printing and writing moronically and dumb, and I can form sentences and I do know how to speak the King’s English, it is this stupid-butt computer that is messing it all up, just as David’s friend Anita, said to him on her short note. Someday, it will be up on my not sreaming, but STREAMING website, both with A/V. The T was hacked out of streaming on a prior blog. It is 160 millidays, and I need a cocoa break, back in several minpers. Ok, I am back now, and it was not in 1968, but 1986 that I came very near to breaking the family curse by winning consistently in the Atlantic City casinos. Also I had purchased a few hair conditioner bottles made by the Johnson and Johnson Company, not the John and Johnson, I’d never type that in, and my final hack-whack job was when I said I wasn’t gonna take this endless abuse, not ABUSED. OK, as I knew that I would, so your interest is peaked now somewhat about the subject I long ago named, before the FLATLINERS movie yes, AA’s, or ASTRAL ATTACHERS, such as the imp or the poltergeist, and other astral realm entities that enjoy coming to the phase 3 mortal planes without dreaming, remaining in their astral bodies and attaching them to an astral traveler that is about to head back to a physical body. Yes, just as my cells can become raised in their frequency by hanging around HEAVEN, “Sahasra Dal Kanwal” and the great Stacey Krassle, simply by having the astral body that I use to visit this place, come back and reattach into my physicality. The merging into coincidence does in fact bring to Earth life and mortal body, things picked up in astrallity. You cannot see it of course, but can you see the germs that you pick up from somewhere either that wind up making you sicker than a dog? I picked up an attached MOGOSP-VIRUS in 1986 in just this way, Billy Mahoney. Hollywood people know many esoteric secrets, some they never will share because they’re so damn huge, but I know them all and terra tons more as well. When I am in the great CITY with my beautiful TEEN QEEN, SSJKK, powerful ultraviolet light on north polarized frequency is abounding constantly everywhere from literally every crevice and cranny. Being able to perceive the light spectrum in full color range permits millions of visible primary new colors to be viewed, not counting all of the secondary and endlessly multiplexing combinations of new color. On top of that the white brightness of the city is amplified a million times and instead of appearing offensive and blinding, it simply raises visual perceived reality to what I label with my limited human descriptive barriers, ‘full-sight’. Until someone has experienced remembering this humanly, I as a human really can never have a person to person talk with anyone. If suddenly, cats were something that never were imagined or dreamt of, nor had they really ever existed, only I remember this as a real reality, does this example help anyone now explain my dilemma in attempting to convey to humanity, things that I remember from what you all think of mistakenly as “the beyond”? Here I am, I know about cats well, but you do not, this part of reality has been blotted out of the life of humanity. If you still cannot understand a bit better, eat fish, it is brain-food.

My beautiful Atlantic Ocean, we were all over each other the last few nights, I was riding so many of your lovely high waves, and tasted your delicious white salt, I could not go a day without your beautiful salt, my love. I told you how much I need and love you and you then swallowed me up and took me instantly down into your lovely palace on Kanwal Avenue in your GREAT CITY. You took me to your PEARL ROOM along the great WHITESALT CORRIDOR, and made wild and passionate love to me, your long brown hair dangling all over me just the way I want it. I will always be your THAT-BOY, forever and ever, my Sarah-Stacey, whether your parents hate me or not, to Dogtown with both of them. Afterwards, I remember you flying your giant special kite that I bought you for your 16th birthday, after your VIQUEEN party was over. You flew me over to the KINGS BUILDING near Jenlow’s place, and I watched you handle that 420 pound kite like you were playing with a paper airplane. Then you chained it up with the great chain and we walked down to your shop on Monolazarium Boulevard. We went upstairs and you loved me all night long with beautiful colored lights shinning all around outside and inside, everywhere. You tell me that you are the Great Sarah Krassle, and will always be my queen forever. How can anyone on the mortal world [MW] understand this or why I wish to die and leave it behind? Before you know it my giant lovely TQ, I will be right back near you again, and swimming and riding your waves.

I needed to add this before I open up my next part of this discourse. First, all of the thoughts and memories of all of the collective human life here as well as all of MY human lives in other parts of the 4th dimension of time, as well as all of my human lives in other parts of the 5th dimension of all the universes everywhere in HYPERSPACE, as well as all of my existences in dream-shift on phase two or astral plane dream out from the void infinity, is not real, only the void infinity is real, and all else is the GREAT-DREAM-OUT, GDO. Let me now get a little bit into the GDO. The symbolism of this in the English language is instant and unmissable, even if I do have to keep my POOR RUSSELL/RICHARD book forever growing with 2 new terms. Yes I see the word GOD in GDO and so does the entity that loves to virus-up the TOW/TWO, USE/SUE, and so forth. As the Great Dream Out or the GDO occurs, a combination of things beyond complex as well as beyond simple, both simultaneously occur. This is definitely topic for other times. But the first point I wish to go into just a bit, I will start by saying this. Two/tow people are dying in a death-bed. They do not know each other and live 1000 or more miles apart. They never met during their lives, and there were absolutely no connections in the remotest way between these two persons. As they both lay dying and preying with families grouped and gathered, one could care less about the loved ones of the other, and vice versa. In astral dream shift, we are playing with a form of energy. As kids in school learn to mold and form clay, a pure energy that works like clay is all part of what I describe as dream-shift. It instantly molds and forms and ‘becomes’ what an entity in dream shift thinks it to be. Is this not how you dream? My first point is that you form bonds such as families and friends on mortal realms, just as you do in dream shift, with neither direction being first or next, this afterlife stuff is nonsense. Secondly, would the person from Fresno, Cali dream shift into the life-memories on mortal worlds of the person from Tallahassee, Florida, or vice versa? Also, is either more or less real, or does either one carry a value of importance? The bible God says, I am no respecter of persons, it is right in there to read for anyone. So how can I blog that she calls me the un-named special love of her life? Glad you asked! If I dared to say that on this MW as Mountainpen, I am one bit special to the All Mighty God, I should be taken out and stoned to death, and that is biblical. She calls me THAT BOY on the astral plane; people do not even remember their astral plane life here on the MW. If I said that the All Mighty spoke to me, on this Earth, I would be a liar, and biblical law would have me stoned to death. While I as Mountainpen live and breathe, I am not special to Stacey, we all are special to Stacey, and the void infinity is all of us expressed in the state of oneness or zero-dimensional existence, the unfathomable state of EWI, Existence Without Interaction, that we all have come to dream out and away from. Third, your Aunt Tillie-Jean and grand pop Donnie-Mo, and you, and me, are all waves and particles, our physical reality, our mental reality, all of it, and even the spiritual or dream-shift reality, on a very light frequency, but still, is all waves and particles. We all are as real to ourselves and to each other, here there and everywhere, as we make it be and believe it as being, and that is simply that, like it or puke up red donuts on it. Think about it and relax, it is not so bad. It beats worrying about whether you are ever going to see your poor little 3 year old again in the ‘next-life’ after a hit and run drunk just iced the poor little tike. Only I can show you how you can still live your life here and not have to wait for physical death. I go do bed, trance out within 20 seconds, and I am in the GREAT CITY with my SARAH and this is because I am there really anyway, otherwise I would not be here wishing for it and trancing-out to ‘get there’ when really, there is no here, and there is no where to ‘get’, pure illusion. Now before someone is real quick to say, oh, so you can’t do the things you claim, it is a trick, after all did you not just say illusion, smoke, and mirrors? Yes I did, but is anything that totally cut and dried, gimme a break? Spell checker tells me to make the above sentence to read AM, sure makes sense to do that, “But am anything that totally stupid”‘?????? Then I print this sentence and get no wavy line, unreal ladies and lads, totally unreal!!!! Back to smoke and mirrors for now if we may: Anyone skilled in hypnosis can make you think you saw and witnessed every miracle in the bible plus the Star Ship Enterprise landing and Kirk himself walking over to you with a triquarter and a communicator in his hand, but this is smoke and mirrors. A quick little heart break for the Trekkers, the spellchecker rejected the triquarter, so I added it to my dictionary-add-ons. Funny though how Ratatouille made it in, maybe it is more recent where these machines are from, like “Rats, Tats, and Playing Real Jessica Simpson Football”, keep up the good work J. No, my ability to make things happen is because of my memories of where it is normal and natural to have things work that way, like ENERGY-CLAY, and think of it if you so desire as the ABS without thinking car-brakes, as it stands instead for ASTRAL BIOFEEDBACK SYNDROME. And still, the real magic pesky question keeps continuing to surface, why then are things with you Mr. Mountainpen, so different, and you claim do you not that this entire thing would not even be here if it were not for an upline girl thinking of her days with you upline, not the you-here, and then, this down-lined into all of the creation that we all are part of, so you still are placing you and your life somehow, above the rest of us. Well, I am doing nothing, OK, I am a messenger, or call me this and add an ‘M’ if you feel better. Call me the great MESSENGERM, here to use the internet to somehow and someday, show the world the truth of why this and we all are indeed here. First, to the ever-famous Scoffers/Doubters/Club or the SDC of forever, using our ketchup example as for right now I do not dare say what it is, but can you claim with freaking authority that there is something that is hard for you to get but that the world around you even labels in sentences A WORTHLESS COMMODITY, and that if you could have as much of this as you want and when, you could drop the Dow Jones Stock Market 200 points a week until eventually there would be a huge FOR-SALE sign at Broad and Wall Streets, in Manhattan, NYUSAESMWG? When anyone else can make these claims and move between 1 and 2 hundred knots through the water with no help from a motor, then you can claim that this is all here because a girl or someone in the upline world is thinking a thought of you and this is that thought’s downline. Until then, why not just believe me and shut up? Unless and until one powerful person has the pleasure bricks to Poker-Call me on this, by contacting my website, tell me they will get this for me if I tell them what it is, while they indeed short the markets, and close the economy of this planet down while we get filthy rotten rich, SHUT UP, because I indeed CAN and WILL be willing to prove you, any of you, all of you; ALL WRONG. Guestbook is on my website hotshots, and I am not asking for money or for sex, so get junk out of your mind, this is no con job, but I have no time to play games with anybody, it is action and not games, give me bull, and it’s bye-bye!!!!!!!! www.morianity-foundation.com is the site address, and fir those new to my blogs, my most recent of my 5 blogger dot com blogs has a hypertext transfer protocol address as follows to get you right to the entire blog: http://drunkenhive.blogspot.com/ . Some older blogs used to be at My Space, but I do not go up there, too many sickos and pervs, http://myspace.antilamist.com/. Most likely as my account is one year plus inactive, this blog has been removed, but they all are at www.blogger.com, owned by Google. Eventually blogs from start through present time will be kept updated on my website. My life just is not conducive for being able to do what I need done, gee, I wonder why?????? Let me again go to the subject I love so much to talk about, sahwee, the great FASCITAR. I changed this to the FASCITAR-6/10, a method of meeting death, greeting life, and knowing void, and remaining in the human life you are in while doing all of the above. The fascitar I talk about in century twenty-one is not the ancient art in its precise form from long ago. I added special things that I learned from 2 other external avenues, to the pre existing condition of desiring to make journeys out of body. These two things are the {time to return out and move beyond the mortal realm}, as well as {fighting the fear that accompanies this trip}, even biblical accounts use language such as not to fear any evil in this valley of death’s shadow. The fear is not your fear, it is an astral fear like a dog in a yard barking to make you afraid to come into his yard and hurt his owner. Astral world entities do not particularly encourage crossovers, even when it needs be done that one time, but when they see it happen over and over, they know somebody is playing around in their turf, for lack of a better descriptiveness here. Most astrallites or phase twoers are busy in their own dream interactions to care about in comers. Many of them are sleepy and are busy becoming out goers. Most simply do not care, but a small group of the sub-council in the MILLIONTH COUNCIL residing in or around the Briggbase, do care, it is their business to care, many are in charge of the Shamkashi-junazeans, an astral body or group or [cult] as Earthers may see them as, and this is the group that searches for the in comers or invaders to their domain, and then attach themselves inside the astral bodies that move into astral world space. They lay dormant unless they sense the heaviness of the physical world as they do upon the astral body’s returning back to its host. Then many of them, the IMP is the most famous in legend and is why we all heard our grandparents say that some one is a real imp, we would say pain in the a-word. These entities do not grow in size but have mighty strength now that gravity has increased them by half a million times or more. Instead of using strength to cause a work such as moving or lifting or throwing an object, they can turn their power into a transfer energy that allows them to appear human or animal or anything, but they now forfeit any unusual strength to do any particular deed. Astral pop ups that David Roth and I saw were imps, as well as Calouts, Preptebars, and Zanins. Imps are the most legendary, and a few others I could list would not set off the spellchecker as did the three that I did in fact just list. Type in Zanins before adding it to a spell checker dictionary, and you can see the English translation straight out of the astral world shows these types are indeed the zany of the bunch, imps yet even funnier, literally, the 3 stooges of the IMPS. Preptebars never come here onto phase three life other than as fictional characters. This is called phase 4 entities. This gave birth to the great Shakespearian plays, and the current entertainment world and Hollywood itself. The SDKM-MC is the 2/3rds of the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL that never has anything to do with the attachment clubbers, or the SHAMKASHI. They were banned as a club from the great city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, and some have even invaded parts of Ricktown on the Astral Plane’s Olympian Province. Full stories of all of this could never hope to be told. It would take more time than the universe has to expand and contract to tell 1% of all the stories of astrallity. Quickly now, back to the Fascitar 6/10, you may or may not be able to break the mortal barrier with just the initial 6 and 10 system, but if you do want to move off the MW plane, wait until you get back and begin to freeze up. This period is where body freezes up totally but mind is sharp and vivid and totally lucid to what is going on. If you just keep thinking about being on the astral plane, you will suddenly eventually, BE THERE, it will not be a dream, you will be there, even though I admit, it is not a location, it is a condition, yet again I state this, YOU WILL BE THERE. Unless your body is destroyed and dies, you will always come back, that is not even a factor. You will however, as you try to leave life physically, be given this SENT FEAR, as you will be picked up by the SHAMKASHI as an invader, and again, like the dog in the yard next door, he will try his or her best to scare you away, FIGHT THE FEAR AND GET PAST IT ANS SEE THE ASTRAP PLANE, it is cooler than any 60’s acid trip by all the love sick hippie crazies all put together, I know, I live there 4 Chrissake!!!!!!!!!

This now is an edited addition, it is Monday morning and I am about to post up my blog. Sunday the MO slime sleaze poured on a major and vicious chem trail and airplane attack, it was worse than I had ever seen it practically, they always seem the worse as you go through attacks live in real time. The crummy enemies on the job post attacked me as well, and messed with me, it is not done in ways that are provable, but it is very real. The amazing thing is that no matter how bad they make it for me, and this has been avoided in blogs for a month now, the one system that can be applied to the randomly chosen nine column rows in roulette, as described, have one unbeatable Copperfield trick that keeps working, siege not withstanding. You play columns that reach the number 3, the signed number is meaningless, plus or minus, and play it to a profit of 5 and stop, or to a loss of 1 and stop. Do not replay a column unless it reverses in signs, it is normally better to just play an entirely new game and play the average 2-4 columns that will be signaled into play after roughly an hours play at an average casino roulette wheel. This has held up during times when you cannot make one other thing work even at all for a lousy minute, day after day, resulting from what I’ve termed Otamm’s negamagging of me through their wicked endless persecution. You may not sell any of my systems, and they are copyright protected, but you may use them free of charge. Use high level betting and go for 2-4 units of profit per game, playing one or two games a day 3 or 4 days a week, and you can retire to the tropical islands within a few years and live like a freaking king.

My lovely DEEDEE birds were all over me when I needed them the most yesterday afternoon, [Sunday], and were and always are there to warn and even protect me whenever necessary. The great Sarah-Stacey sends them all around me as my great protectors. Someone is asking to get swooped down on and have their miserable eyes pecked out, this is a warning ya crumb bags. Naturally, after this siege, as with 2 prior weeks, you can now expect a Dow Jones stock market to race UP AND UP AND UP AND UP ALL WEEK LONG, WHILE THE FLYERS WIN AND WIN AND WIN AND WIN ALL WEEK LONG ASD WELL, PUJRE JESSICA SIMPSON PARALLEL EVENT, P[LAIN AND SIMPLE.

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