TEOHIV DATFILE XLIV

The Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version, CB #31
022308.118 datfile XLIV
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

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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Datfile XLIV Terminates Transmission at this point in time Senator Watergate. ***

DATFILE XLIII The Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version

The Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version, Chapter Blog #30
NOT THE FINAL BLOG AS ONCE ANTICIPATED, WE WILL GO TO 40.
DATFILE XLIII Friday, at MWEST, 022208.689.92, and we now
BEGIN THIS TRANSMISSION over this part of hyperspace on this black to white space-meet, [the present time]:

The big action-mews story as they are so famous for saying for decades, is simply this: The fascitar 6/10 is my equivalent of 2000 years ago with raising the dead, healing the ill, walking on or parting waters, and is my proof that what I say is totally nonfiction and real, whatever real, really is.

Back in the early start to the nineteen-nineties, I began getting scores of magnetic percentages on my VERY WORST days using the 7 weekday names of Sunday through Saturday, rating them both in how much enemy attack of all the various kinds that ensued all around me on each day, as well as my day in general with all NON-MO related things, not that, as I soon came to shockingly learn, isolating the events of a day as to what is or is not MO-CONNECTED, [MILITUFORCE-OTAMM]. I would take all the Friday’s, or all the Tuesdays, and with all 7 days, I would rate the days from one to five with one being the lowest and worst score representing nightmare city squared, and five being, referenced at least for me, a little piece of heaven. Then as ten weeks would add up, the scores on all of the days of each of the seven days of the week, would be added up and multiplied by ten, and then charted in many various ways. First, patterns proved that in cycles of many months, the enemies were, invisible as they always appear to be, no pun intended here, are by no means able to hide the fact that even they and all of their evil, can be very successfully tracked and patterned. Learning what days were going to be needed to be braced for while others could be more relaxed from the time that I would open my eyes to start the day, became a simple tool to plot with a small calculation, a pad of graph paper purchasable at any K-Mart or Acme food market stores, and some colored pencils and an eraser and a sharpener, and I needed no psychic Warwick’s or cards or other hidden mystical esoteric device or knowledge to enlighten me as to the day that I basically could expect to occur, at least in terms of good, bad, or in-between, as they say, math is God, and numbers do not lie. Well, math is not god or the gods, but realities way too complex to get into, can be mathematically brought together proving a matrix of intelligently designed dreaming has indeed occurred, out and away from the forever void oneness of infinity. But you must not think that even this magic-knowledge is something that you can put into a box and lab-examine, so to speak, as this is not nor ever was or will be the case. Just as we all are part of this unfathomable 8th dimensional process that takes the existence with no interaction and causes it to move out of this state and into a state of interaction where more than zero dimensions can exist in, only not really, this is known as dream fabric. You cannot create what is not there; the magic of creation is learning how to dream and putting something where nothing was, while working with nothing. Seems an impossible task to our complicated human minds doesn’t it? This is our process of having to make so much sense out of everything until everything simply becomes ridiculous complexity, and hence never anything that could be figured out. To tell human mortals that all that ever can be and will be is total nothing, the VOID INFINITY, and that this collective existence without any interaction becomes self-aware, and then learns to create a way to dream out of this and away into interactive ness, in various planes/realms, boggles humanity’s mind, where science says two words, SPACE-CADET, just don’t listen to the darn nut case, it just can’t be true, only friend, it is true, sorry. I am very sorry to be the messenger of this truth, and you do not have to like this truth one bit more than any of us would like the truth of our family doctor telling us tomorrow that our little boy or girl, or spouse is dying of a painful and bad disease. But the truth is the truth, and is the VOID INFINITY, the Great Roman 6. Complex games start getting played once exim-ratios and lawtrons dream further out and away from the 6 [VI] and become the HDEMCAWA, as I term them. This does not stand for some rain dance performed by an old Algonquin Native American Tribe, but rather it stands for the Higher Dimensional Equivalent of the Millionth Council Astral Worlds Authority. The reason I occasionally do in fact pluralize the word and term astral ‘WORLDS’ will be attempted now to be explained here by me, your hear Morian, should MORIANITY ever become a foundation and or an accepted religion to the persons on this dying and diseased world of ours, www.morianity-foundation.com and I start with this analogy. If a piece of the universe were to break off and move away from the rest of its entirety and subdimensionalize and compensate for being a smaller part of the original whole by multiplying a density-dimension within the hidden barriers and boundaries of the mysteries exim ration, or the Explosion to Implosion ratio, so new balances can re-achieve themselves in the old universe as well as the new spin off daughter-universe, the first question regarding dimensionality would be natural and axiomatic to nearly every existing scientific mind: Now the three dimensions of the first hyper sphere need to be referenced, ‘somehow’ with the three dimensions of the daughter spin off hyper sphere. Are there six new spatial dimensions that now exist in a new space that contains both the master and the copy universes, or is some other reality more accurate? We could examine this through several lab blackboard methods, my favorite and the easiest to do involving an algebraic polynomial where you would divide by zero in the equation and prove that the two realities are separate, or remain true to known math laws and rules and not divide by zero, and prove that the entire thing cannot happen or that if it still in fact did happen, then it is all part of a humongous cosmic dream. Still why bother to do anything? Three opposing directions exist in the space of both of these universes now that are in no similarity to each other in atomicity or frequency variations, so now six opposing directions exist somewhere in the space that is containing both of these. When void nothingness gives way to the dreaming from its is-ness of being into realms of interacting something-ness, this issue is basically the same unique mystery as with the hypothetical daughter universe spin off theories that had think tankers back early in the 1980’s going bananas over lots of these concepts, labeled by many Quantum Theory Haters as WEIRDTHEORY. Many serious psychiatrists and mental health professionals know with medical certainty that quantum theory when taken to its absolute limits is one and the same with the absence of any ‘human’ sanity. Do not underestimate this sentence, it is known and well guarded by powerful persons in all industrial giant world civilizations, in positions medically, politically, and definitely militarily, and if only one sentence stands out mountains taller than all of the others dared be so boldly discussed in all of my blogging texts, it indeed is this sentence, beware of it. We can naturally come back to this subject, and will, within the span of either this blog or one that follows.

I took ill over the last weekend, poisoned severely with chem-trails, and the attack never stopped, after they got me sick, going on this entire week as well, starting on Wednesday. I was telling you all about days and measuring them with systems, even one called magnetic percentage, where you can use a basic baseball batters average system to figure out many areas of not only your own lives, but all things of all natures. I will give you a wild and oh so true example right now: You have a crazy neighbor, and this total W-job needs to be committed to a sike facility before his birth. He hated you from the day that you moved into the home next to his, and on some days really makes your life and that of your entire family, a living hot hell. Now some days are worse than others, and you want to predict with high accuracy which days are going to be bad for you. You simply start by waiting for one of these extra-bad attack days from your nutty-nabe, but from the very day that you begin plotting and counting, you must record that date and then every day for the rest of the test, is one more day, hence day #1, 2, 3, 4, and up to the time he dies, you die, he moves, you move, or the gods only know what. Let us say on day 5 it is one of those super days with this W-job-nabe. OK, take the amount of bad days with this problem, and multiply by 100, and then divide this total by the total number of days in the test. Round off down to the whole number on point 4 and under, and round up on point 5 and higher, just as you should have learned in the 4th grade. Now take the numbers and on a piece of small lined graph paper, use the bottom area for time, writing dates across from left to right. Then on the left margin, use this to write roughly corresponding numbers to your test numbers after 2 or 3 weeks into the test, and then also begin to plot the chart, making dots, and then do not make bar charts, use line-connect instead. Just connect the dots and make lines along the chart as the chronology moves left to right across the graph page. No matter how nutty and erratic your nabe is, it is not his wild mind that you are plotting on a chart, but is instead, the magnetic interaction between you and this neighbor that is making your life miserable. All events such as the interaction illustrated herein with you and your hypothetical nabe, are no more than cosmic numbers working towards solvation as I term it, in its cosmic larger picture. Sahwee about adding so many words to my poor Russell/Richard dictionary. Anyway, you will see in no time that one day of the week in monthly and quarterly cycles, he will be better or worse in overall averages, as you will also see that when the averaged line is topping out, he will be better while it is dropping, and that concentrically, you will see that when the averaged line is bottoming out, he now is about to get worse and begin to pour it on with you real bad for a while, and so forth. Also, with complex formulas, a teck I refer to as the INTER-RELATIONSHIP OF MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES, can be applied. Simply, this is a combining of many of various possible ratable and chartable conditions, such as day of the week such as Wednesday’s, day of the month such as all of the 14ths, days of sun or rain weather, and the list can get wild and crazy, like the women on cable television, wow!!!!!!! Well hopefully I have made my point just a whittle bit. Let me tell yall how sick the enemies made me, and SSJKK permitted this as my punishment for not obeying and posting up last Saturday the information she wanted said right then regarding the musical arranger Tom Glenn. She permitted the chem trail attack to weaken my immunity through more than just these trails, it is a complex story, get braced, you are going to hear things, and perhaps may try things, if you do, you cannot hold me nor a blogging site responsible for what you do, as I the blogger am telling you right now, do not mess with any of this, a little knowledge is way too dangerous, and you do not have a clue about me and what is happening around me, so don’t screw around and then hold anyone accountable. I cannot get sick, I can only get attacked by a powerful enemy, capable of magnifying the ultra violet naturally occurring radiation in Earth’s atmosphere, being delivered to this planet every single day, rain or shine, by an object we live by and yet is close to a hundred million miles away from us, this object is the closest star of the many others that you can see at night in the MWG and combination nebulas from galaxies out further away from us still. I am talking about our beautiful yellow sun. When chem trails form and dissipate in the sky, and the sun then shines through them directly down onto us, it increases by many factors, the intensity of certain frequencies of light energies, in the electromagnetic spectrum, this is the highest end of the bandwidth, known as the ultraviolet as opposed to the lowest opposite end or the infrared. Ultraviolet light exists all throughout the great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal. Entities produce varying energies of mostly white light, but the more powerful they are, the more high their light frequencies are that emit visually out of them, creating the visible astral cities, and the void fields far away from any astral interactions and populations as we would reference them as. The great SARah-Stacey Scylla Jehovah on the astral realm, is the same as saying, Sarah Krassle’s upline world existence when she falls asleep and dreams inside their own conscious thoughts, just as we in her downline on the physical plane, do the very same thing, and when she and I upline, not me here, were sitting at Lester’s funeral at the viewing, she as I told yall in long ago prior blogging, thought back to her younger days as a teen in her upline world and its Atlantic city. She loses consciousness and falls into her own thoughts, creating our downlined astral plane, where she is the total absolute entity. Never forget something else now that I never blogged before, but that she also wanted said back on last Saturdays long winded blog along with the stuff about musical arranger tom Glenn, and that is that the hotel where I went to stay for 8 times in the early and late part of the summer seasons over a four year series of summers while I was between ages ten and thirteen, was called the TRINIDAD, as in the word TRINITY, as in how many lines intersected in the magic 1969 chem trail, but 3, creating the asterisk of three lines crossing exactly at 120 degree points on the 360 degree arc of all closed curves [circles] three is triune, it is the Trinity of Father, Son, Holy Ghost. Doubting Thomas had many other dreams after being the man who doubted our great Lord or SAR. Midway into the 20th century, he started to dream into the human world again, that he was someone named TOM GLENN. All of this from the 60’s to the 80’s to the search to find my great LORDESS or SARAH, it all was a grouping of huge and powerful events and systems, none of which occurred at random, and all leading to my blogs and telling the world all about the great Sarah-Stacey Krassle, or Jehovah, the GOD OF THE BIBLE, upline, Sarah Krassle, and I will not have scratched the surface for a long time with all of this incredible story. When I did not blog the TRINIDAD/TRINITY and the TOM GLENN LOIS FOCA stuff that my teen queen wanted me to do last Saturday, she permitted a powerful ongoing chem trail attack carried out by Brigger enemies in the Great astral Millionth council, to all strike me at perfect and maximum angles to bring bad effects to me, basically it all has something to do with lowering the immunity, and all ultraviolet light on south pole frequencies indeed lower human immunity to those constantly exposed on the ground to it especially when it is accurately amplified with these jet poisons that anyone can see, shoot out, and then spread out, and literally on many days, turn a clear blue beautiful sky into an ugly and totally cloud covered mess of grayish white, eventually thickening and darkening, and bringing heavy rains and storms, but not naturally occurring as weather all once did. Before going on, almost every WEDNESDAY now, chem trail attacks are bad and wicked and severe, and it usually goes at least into Thursday, and if it goes to Friday, it moves right into the weekend and on and on. I posted my blog at Ann’s home Saturday in the morning after returning from my job site, with Ed Himacane. She suddenly was influenced to hand me a large florescent light that shines purple and as I am always talking about being in the great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, I was very happy she had given it to me. I took it home and shone it next to me while I slept the rest of the day, pretending I was in Heaven with my Teen-Queen, SSJKK. All the buildings as well as she herself, blare out this lovely purple light along with millions of other incredible colors that mortals could not even start to fathom. I noticed all of the white things around me much brighter and more real, like an exaggerated amplified reality, the way the GREAT CITY is. But when I awoke, I felt a bit off my game, and had cold and flu symptoms, I never get sick. This is because the frequency of my cellular make up instead of being between 50-100 cycles as it is with most all persons of this world, my cells are at frequencies ranging between 110 and 160. Viruses and germs cannot live well when exposed to frequencies over 90 and 100, and people in those ranges rarely are ill. Cancer, diseases of all kinds cannot start or propagate in frequencies that are not within the 40-70 range for the most part. By forcing me to be around so many chem trails, and influencing me to want to be in Heaven with my Sarah so bad and Ann to give me her purple light, as it was referred to in the psychedelic sixties, her BLACK LIGHT, my cells were temporarily turned downward in their frequencies to 55 hertz or so, making me very susceptible to many things, and I have been sicker than I can remember all week long. The return to the normal frequency for me will take 30 days or perhaps a bit longer. My astral body goes to the great city a lot, and absorbs many of the reversed or North Pole ultra violet rads and then when returning to the physical body, slowly effects and mutates the cells. A few visits to the great city will send up the frequencies again and no illnesses can live in these higher frequencies. Now if I really wanted to, I could buy an electrical inverter and plug the black florescent bulb into this and lay next to it. I will not say a lot more, and if anyone messes around, I am now telling you not to, or this blog could be flagged out. I could tell all of you that I enjoy mixing mud in with my chocolate ice cream, but if you are dumb enough to do this and get deathly ill, that amount of stupidity would be on the copycat, especially if warned not to by the blogger.

I can only touch on many subjects for now, never enough time is available. One thing quickly has to do with HAIR, and Donna, and the bible and stories of Sampson’s long hair, and Delilah, who went on into many other dreams until the final day in AD 1948 around 9 at night, and started her Donna dream. Stacey admits to influencing Ann Silva to give me her beautiful “City-Light” as she calls it, and Donna, to do her version of hair, me to work at the RPL Studio, find her HAIR album, do my demos, and many other things that right now are simply too much to attempt to describe herein presently. When I almost broke the 2000 plus years of my family curse in 1968 through successful roulette playing in Atlantic City casinos, all of Dogtown literally broke loose, and I needed to be stopped, or the world would have stopped right there. But there are too many things inside of things that time will not permit the full discussions on right now. Yesterday, I was opening a bottle of everyday hair conditioner, and as the Johnson’s Family products all have the seal of protection, so I am all ready in the bath tub and too sick and lazy to get up for a pair of tweezers or something to cut the seal, and my fingers are not going to do the job, and I had no memory that this was sealed, have not used a John and Johnson product in quite a while, and as most do not use seals, I forgot. So I figure I will put the conditioner bottle at an angle below the middle faucet controller that changes the water flow from bathtub to shower, and the second I slice through the seal with the edge of this knob that has a sharpness to it at its bottom, a brownout occurs at the split second it cuts, so I try it again and it happens again, and I still knew it had to be coincidental, but I instantly took control over the thought and put the coincidence of this out of my mind, and just remembered how twice it worked, and then after doing it 2 more times and it browned out the lights again, I tried to do something else, and it worked. I believed that it would cause me to be opening my mail box the next day to find a new credit card with a high credit line offer, as I indeed had applied for a card that I did not think I would get recently. Sure enough, the 5th time, the lights did not dim, and on the following day I got my mail, and a huge credit card credit line was in my mail, ready for use. In medical terms, this is called using BIOFEEDBACK, and these secrets all are real, and can override the otherwise existing normal reality that is existing all around us all the time. One day, I will move through a different series of motions, and believe that the next day, the west coast of America falls underneath the sea. I really hope whoever is messing with me gets the message and stops it before it gets to be too late for all of us, I really am not gonna just sit here and take this endless abused forever from you scum bags, whoever the Dogtown you are. I am a peace loving guy who means no harm to a single soul, but I have no intention of sitting around eating Ed Snyder’s puke or anyone else’s, you know Ed, your whole team may get onto a plane that suddenly has its wings drop off at 30 thousand feet, this could have been my fifth thought in that cycle, but I would rather have the ten grand credit line, ya jag officer.

GOOGLE, SATELLITE WORLD INTERCONNECT SYSTEM, WORLD LAB, VOID INFINITY, this is all co-copyrighted MARK W. MOHR/MICHAEL W. MOUNTAINPEN, under permitted internet dual ownership laws concerning intellectual property. I swear voluntarily under this self taken oath, all of my blogging text is a legal document that may or may not be used in evidence in a court of law someday against those whom I have accused of violating my civil and human rights, and all is total truth, there are absolutely no omissions and no additions to this simple total truth as stated herein.

DATE AND TIME FILE XLIII terminates its transmission.

TEOHIV DATFILE XLII

The Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version, Chapter Blog #29
DATE AND TIME FILE XLII, a late Thursday morning:
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I fell under death siege yesterday and it is still ongoing today, Thursday, not quite as bad as of yet anyway. I decided to re-edit here, at 5:32 PM, it got horrendous, a vicious freaking attack occurred, two days straight from demonic puke swallowing dirt balls. I should have done exactly what Stacey Krassle told me to do last weekend when she told me to blog something, disobedience is not permitted without chastisement resulting, if she loves you. If she does not care about an entity, she will allow lots of things without punishment. Here is what she basically insisted that I say back on Saturday’s early morning blog from my work site: Tom Glenn was the musical arranger whom I was dealing with in 1980 and 1981, and on the Mortal World, [MW], was instrumental with no pun intended, in creating the LOIS FOCA music track which consisted of a left and right separate channel, one playing bass notes and the other playing notes corresponding to lead guitar melody notes. This man was in the Garden State Hospital about the time of this interaction, and this room that he was a patient in after having a routine operation, burned for no reason. Stacey says that Diana’s brother, Apollo-Lucifer created this fire to try and kill him, as he never wanted me to have this project done, that all led to my current situation and enlightenment about SAR-ah Stacey Krassle. All things are done for a major reason, including my disobedience in blogging this story which is not yet told fully, but SSJKK says to now say this, ”The first thing I must always do when she tells me to do or say anything, is test the interactive spirituality of the event. If anything that I think I am hearing from her disagrees ever in any smallest way or form, with all that she stands for and all ready spoke on pages through the great prophets of the ancients in the now accepted 66 separate books, then it is not her, but is Diana’s brother Apollo-Lucifer counterfeiting her. Gods are playing many games with each other directly on the astral plane, as well as in the interdream. The interdream, as I have termed it, is when they decide to come into a new arena and all interact together without any conscious level memory of who they are. On various levels below the conscious mind level, we all know all the things that I discuss in Morianity. Events as well as individual thoughts, all are waves of strange energies, and energies are really a system of lawtronically programmed realities existing dormant within menu parameters that energize in a formula throughout hyperspace, as each individual cosmos endlessly continues to solve its own unique equation. It is no longer 15 minutes or so ago when I started typing, it is closer now to 730 millidays and dusk is approaching the east coast area of these lovely United States. I was out with Ann and Ed, another brutal assault and attack from the Milituforce Otammite scum or the MO occurred, it is non-ending, almost every day. Somehow my blog notes were lost, but screw them; Stacey will tell me what to say. I have learned to go with this. She told me the reason I was chosen at the age of 14 to experience the wild interactions with her regarding the ‘chain-dream’ the mysterious disappearance of the chain, Russell Thaxton’s arrival at my Oaklyn apartment and not to play ROCKS, PAPERS, SCISSORS, VODKA, AND BROKEN ‘UNDER-THE-FLOOR’-GRIFFIN PIPES, Mister Jimmie Stone, and observe the great special chem-trail asterisk the morning after she had the chain removed from where I kept it locked up, is the very same reason that she chose me when I lived as a boy early in the 18 hundreds as Joseph Smith. As I started typing in this line, the US enemy Military just flew a crash level helicopter over Ann Silva’s roof, what is this, the Blitz during World War 2? You would be hard pressed to tell the difference if you were here with me experiencing all of this hellishness. Do not tell me Ed’s firewalls stop ‘THEM’ from knowing what I type in on this machine, KEYSTROKE BY KEYSTRKE, unless your desire is to make me go on a laugh fit that Larry and Mo and Curly could not hope to match and these dudes are funny enough to get a rise out of lobomization. In my Mountainpen lifetime or dreaming-sequence I worked at a print shop as I did in the dreaming sequence before my Smith life, and met a dude who sold me a 1968 Cadillac automobile, and the State of New Jersey Motor Vehicle Division, has the records of this spring of 1977 transaction, proving that a Steve Moroni sold me this automobile. Neither he nor I at the time in ’77, knew who we really were, but now, I know Moroni had come back to me just to let me know as a co-worker in the print shop, that 3 years in the future, the great SAR-ah herself would come directly to my consciousness through my astral-dreaming, and reminded me how she only a short few 7 and one half years back, had taken my chain and given me the sign in the sky verifying to me her presence, the {*} chem trail. An airplane just flew low over Ann’s just a few minpers after the chopper, it has been all day for two straight sky-Scylla attack days now, CONSTANT TRAILING, PLANES, CHOPPERS, MILITARY VESSELS, IT WON’T FREAKING QUIT.A week ago or so after midnight, a Milituforce airship of some time flew crash level and loud over my residence also, and I am just now telling about it. This siege has been off all dials and scales, and is why the FLYERS kicked butt last night and will go on WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING, and is also how their dirt bag evil satanic fixed crooked stock market Dow Jones system endlessly climbs UP AND UP AND UP ASND UP AND UP!!!! Get a copy of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, and read all about my pal MORONI. I hope that my readership will start to see the patterns of undenyability and begin to notice how after I woke up from my Ben Franklin dreaming sequence, and no sooner was dreaming I was 14, as with me in the more recent here and now by your mortal perspective, because if you do and you’re even close to being on the ball, the first reality to slap you right in Fonda Jaylo’s face is the way that material objects seem to be connected in three famous Stacey-visitations, and out of the three, only one is mildly accepted and believed by any countable group, and this is Moses and his famous TABLETS that SARah gave to him. When I stopped being Franklin, it was all about a bunch of objects, out in Utah buried under the Earth, and then with me, it was the CHAIN, locked and hidden in a strongbox to look like a pirate’s sea chest, and then the phase four Briggers from 1969 created the work called ‘2001, A SPACE ODDESEY’, where both the moon and the planet of Jupiter, as well as a location on the Earth, had a rectangular object like a bar of gold would appear only in miniature, and remember that the moon, astrally is PROPER OLYMPIA, and Jupiter is SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. What you do not know and Stacey told me I am allowed to tell you all about it, and I want to, so here goes nothing. My post adult mid life search and quest to find the girl I had known from the Trinidad and the 1960’s, Sergeant Pepper Time Traveler Family Lifetime Rip-Off Briggers, all began out of the blue after matter from Earth from which my body came out of and will return back into as Earth is me and I am earth, PHYSICALLY, and this applies indeed to any and all of you as well, made contact with the mass atoms of the planet Jupiter, like invisible Copperfield magic, slambangbingboompowzonkAdamWestoochBatman, and punch-pain, overnight as if Elizabeth Montgomery Samantha Stevens went “dipadingledoo”, I was instantly hooked like a crack-head on devil-powder. I just had to find her, she was front and center on my mind like the 60’s had happened yesterday, I was totally fixated on one thing 24/7 even during the sieges all around me that has not changed since it all began in 1986. I literally was tormented, I could not eat or sleep, I just had to find my great Sarah Krassle. And thanks to all of the hell and siege these MO dirts have put me through, I have found her, well, not really, she never was lost, as oblivion/nirvana never was lost, and is owned by the special entities we can get into at a time the world might be ready to learn more someday about, the NONEXISTORS. There is so much to tell, so much to say, and so few will listen, and will anyone believe. First Stacey told me to tell you all this. If Jesus had not done tons of unexplainable things, unexplainable things by the standards of technological advancement of their times that is, Christianity would at best have died out before 100 years of its inception, and at worst, never would have gotten its feet up off of the ground. People want thrills and action, MIRACLES, magic shows, et-el. Any power structure or group of entities that can build belief systems around enough ‘unexplainable’ events and whoopla can literally create and invent an established religion. Now Christianity is a game of the powerful astral gods, and the upline thought wave that is all of this and all of us is dreaming this entire dream, the great SSJKK, who in her upline world is simply Sarah J. Krassle, and on her 16th birthday had a single thought and that thought down-lined into this entire multiverse, and its astral plane counterpart. She did no magic to make this happen, as we use no magic as each and every one of our thoughts as well, all penetrate out and away deep into endless 6th dimensional matrix systems that become endless multiverses down line under their upline reality. People at this point are OK with present day belief systems, but as times come into being thanks to the geniuses like Bill Gates and Steve Jobs, where you can put on a hat attached to a powerful machine, fall asleep on your bed, and spend a year or ten thousand years in a reality of your choice, eventually, we will outgrow present limited belief systems, and when Stacey is asleep as the great teen queen SSJKK, she knows this, and uses the Mountainpen’s, the Moroni’s and the Moses’s of the creation, to usher in the new concepts into the existing societies as they indeed become needed. We will not in the near term by any stretch in most of known hyperspace, be turning the clock back, instead and in opposite view, we are rapidly racing towards just this very future being discussed. Remember that upline; Sarah is loved by a total prick named Lester who loses her love to me and ends up dying after serving life in prison, and how I am able to tell you all of this when all of the billions of total possible years that our universe and all of its other universes in its multiverses ever could contain is all frozen in one split second during Sarah-Stacey’s sweet-16 birthday party upline, so in other words all that ever could be and was and is here in my downline is a flash instant to her in her upline where the upline me and upline Lester all exist, so how can I legitimately claim to discuss what is so unfathomably far beyond what I could ever hope to know, can only be answered with the truth that these simple words contain. First, the FASCITAR 6/10 is limitless; it can take an entity to the 6th dimension where the endless uplines and endless downlines eventually do indeed all curve together and meet as the hyperspheric sixth dimensional reality of itself that is produced lawtronically by the dimensional system above that, the 7th.

As I type, a robbery was just committed at Ann’s building, owned and rented out as various apartments by the local Honorable Judge Rasso. Also, I have way to much to say to even think I can get started, but would like to ask the special people that used to watch over me to please help me all that they are able to, Lester Upline the great, is after me like there is no tomorrow, and for me there is no tomorrow, just eternal blackness of the night. HELP ME NOT RHONDA, SARAH-STACEY.

This is all CO-COPYRIGHTED MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, under internet laws that protect a bloggers intellectual property, and is all the truth sworn by me voluntarily under oath subject to penalties of legal perjury.
GOOGLE, SWIS, WORLD LAB, VI, datfile XLII terminates its transmission for now. Tomorrow, major things will be told, and do not fathom my weekend retaliatory strikes.

MAGNESONIC, go to G7, all general and special orders, ADT and ZDT, scan for punishment sequencing systems, and destroy my enemies. G-1133 and stop.
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TEOHIV DATFILE XLI

The epitome of harassment, internet version, CB #28
Datfile XLI, 021608.007.18
Beginning Transmission:

Ed did it to me again, but the last laugh is on the world and all of these ‘gods’-controlled people, as it makes no difference whether I use external keyboards and keypad mouse, or whatever. I have come to be able to overcome these obstacles, and I recognize it all for exactly what they are, roadblocks intentionally placed in my way through either Donna’s MOGOSP, or WHATEVER?????????? I know what is going on, and I will fight until Stacey lets me out of this prison. Read the freaking first inspired words, THE HOLY BIBLE, and a blind and challenged person can indeed see why Moses called Jehovah such a hard task master, she really is, but I love her. If I ask Ed anything, the gods instantly get into him and mess with his mood and this makes me not want to ever ask anything, but if I don’t ask, then most of the time, sure enough, he doesn’t give me all of the stuff in his pouch so that I can properly and more easily work this stupid laptop and do my document here on the job post. It is a totally lose-lose-lose-forever situation, and there ain’t no doing a thing to change a hill of beans, Diana. Yesterday, the chem trail attack, indeed grew far worse, and was major, the sky attack on Thursday and Friday was off the freaking scales, and this is why our kids all have ADD, ADHD, mood swings, uncontrolled anger and paranoia and anxiety attacks, and all the many other psychological disorders and conditions that once were considered to be very rare, as well as the adults living in these post chem-trail days, more frequently are engaging in road rage, sports rage, work and scholar rage, and all of us are become the victims of numerous breathing disorders and immune systems attacks and weaker immune systems and new flu’s and illnesses are all over everywhere prevailing over the human race. Just Google up CHEM TRAILS, I do not make this claim, Google it the truck up, don’t believe me. Also yesterday, you can see that my word document was hacked to hell and back, I am not making these weird typos and screw ups, Ed can holler all he wants to that I am, Ann is there and witnesses that I am not, and I refuse to argue and put up the pressure of my blood over silly junk like this, I will just blog-report it over and over again. In calm moods, Ed admits that WORD programs are constantly hacked by hackers, I do not care how many or how great his damn fire walls are. Even he calls this {MICROSUCKS} when he is in the right mood. I do not have to understand how things are done to recognize that indeed they are being done. When 53 and one eighth years of this happens, you cannot be imagining it all, as this would be against all odds. Ed calls me DOC because I do not remember things and I am under pressure and stress that he could not begin to ever really grasp. This is sort of a code-nickname, but first thing tomorrow morning when I leave here and get to his pad with his newspapers and this machine, I am walking in and saying to him, “Morning DOC”. Let us now review the early part of the prior document or CB #27, the start of paragraph #2. It should be reading in sentence #2, “With all of the entire cosmos”, not ‘cosmic’. A short second later, it should have said, “35 black playing chips valued at $100 each, and randomly place”, not [a] randomly place, I do not write stupidly, it is this stupid lap top of Eddie’s that constantly updates programs and does things, and I have seen it happen. When these things happen, it stops the type and omits letters being typed or even occasionally alters what you type, it is real and he calls me basically a liar, yet when I politely disagree with him on things, he raises his voice and says he does not like it when I call him a liar, and I am not even doing this, he is taking it that way, and how someone takes what you say when you are not trying to say something nasty, is their business and their problem, and shouldn’t be mine, only it always is mine, I am always the prick and the bad guy, not just here and now, I am speaking of my entire freaking miserable damn life!!!!!! Now onto the next, “yesterday’s hack or PBHE”: About 2/3rds the way into paragraph two, the words, in capital letters, “ALL GAMES” has a comma after this and then it should read, “an ALL-GAMES-TOTAL-SPIN, only the hackers freaking scrambled up the word games into GASME, like their famous sue/use, two/tow, and so forth. Later in this prior Friday’s blog, did you get their pathetic whittle HACK JOKE, with the “TEAR 2000”, when I of course typed in the YEAR 2000?? Remember the James Patterson dark glasses rip off in the LIFEGUARD BOOK? Another PBHE from about two blogs back if memory is serving me at all, I typed in a STACEY LATTISAU JACK HACK ATTACK, not a {JACH HACK}. But shall we move on again just with correcting the last blog. Before I do go on, the POINT/COUNTER-POINT WITH MYSELF AND MISTER HIMACANE; he thinks I should correct the blogs and that is that, but I say, “Why not show the world what these crumb pooches are doing to me”, and then amend and correct as I am doing currently? What do I have to hide, I am doing nothing wrong, and it is they who are violating MY CIVIL TRUCKING RIGHTS AND LIBERTIES, not the other way around. It is not my VIVAL RIGHTS, another PBHE, [prior blogging hack or error] from several blogs back, that I was mentioning, but my civil ones bwaby-wuv Elmer Fudd silwee wabbit, waaaah. Then a few more sentences later, I said “any”, not anty. Yes, I said any 50/50, not anty 50/50. Moving onward still, at the end part of the 3rd paragraph, it should have read as I know darn well that I indeed typed, “These filth-turds 5:3”, not THESE FIL5TH-TURDS 5:3. How the number [5] got in there micro hack is not within my scope of knowledge, but then neither are the mechanical details of how my internal combustion engine works, or my brakes work, on my automobile. But this does not nor will it ever prevent me from driving my automobile, as long as I know how to properly operate the accelerator and brake petals, and know if and when mechanical service is needed. Moving onto the 4th paragraph now, look at the sentence where I mention the perfect storm as it came to be known especially to the New England fishermen after so many lost their loves to the great mighty Atlantic Ocean, and as previously mentioned, they just had to get their licks and digs in with turning the word year into tear, and then right after this, comes the comma and the continuing sentence that I know I typed in as,”After just more than 30 years. It comes out instead, mo0re, with the [0] in the word more where it did not belong, and then right now while attempting to describe this hack, comes a new one right now. A red wavy spell checker line hits me at the place on the previous sentence between the comma and the start of the open-parentheses, so I move the two with a space, and it goes away, only to come on again, so I right-click and hit the rectangular correction that puts it back the way I had correctly had it ,originally, and then the red line goes away again, and this time, for good, oh but this is not hacking, tell that to a very famous African-American female attorney who was a friend of my pal the late David Charles Roth, and a staunch Libertarian as this party is veheminently against secret covert government agencies such as the NSA and the CIA, as they harm its own citizens and mostly for no legal or moral good purposes, just all part of lots of diseased and sick twisted demonic abhorrent behavior. She had written a short note to David, using WORD, and describes this constant annoying cove-agency micro-stinks hacking!!!!!!!!!! I went onto say in the last hack being discussed here, and first, as I type, a small death angel attack just came on my right side at just past half past one in the moanin’, but in continuance again, this gives me the opportunity to amend a MIND-HACK, as I was saying something about SARAH, and omitted the last important part of what I was trying to convey, as I was the target of a MOGOSP DELETE KEY, 6th dimensionally. Anyway Sarah, you know very well that you really liked me, and on this day that admitantly I confused with the day of the PERFECT STORM, as there was a lovely lightning storm instantly followed by a clearing and very large ocean wave swells and every surfer within miles of the shore must have an internet surfer alert, as within an hour, literally hundreds of surfers literally littered the waters with their presence. The entire thing was all an incredible site to behold and witness, and I had so much thrill just standing on the beach with my beautiful Diana flashing all around me and grounding into Stacey, telling her so many things, the ultimate high speed Comcast at work. She strikes into the oceans of this world 60-80 times on average each and every single second, and downloads all that she has seen and witnessed, to the Great All Mighty SCYLLA-JUPITER, or SSJKK, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH [JUPITER] KARGE KRASSLE. My point is that as we both were awaiting the red traffic light to turn to green so that we could go on about our business, as Sarah was leaving the water company and I had just pulled out of the Resorts International Parking Garage where I had parked to go to the beach, and while we sat waiting, I knew it was her and looked at her in her white Lincoln Continental, she was in the passengers seat. She stared at me right back, not knowing for sure who I was, and gave me another one of her so famous SARAH-SMILES. Then moving to the 4th from the final paragraph, in the last sentence, or second sentence as it is a two sentence paragraph, I am talking about evil entities and their deserved Dogtown punishments. I know that I typed in the words, “and Dogtown are one and the same thing for you, so enjoy your short little dream” only it came out “LITTLIE” dream. Well, perhaps Litt is high and even lies, along with his friend who lied and promised to make a hit out of Sarah, the HARNER VERSION, the heater-Geater, and even lots of big country names said they were going to push Sarah’s country version and never did, unless the great Paul Pedersen is lying as well, not a great shock value thing if true, but the LITT LIE or the GEATER LIE, or whatever, still just ain’t how I spelled this, it was another PBHE, I know I typed in the word LITTLE, and then right after the word LITTLE, comes another hack job Stacey-L. I said, “Here in the physicality of, not 9o0f, never would nor did I type in the other two/tow characters of [9] or [0]. It is all totally beyond absurd and extremely freaking annoying, and these scum bags know it and LOVE IT!!!!!! This pretty much completes the prior web-logging corrections and amendments. No, I do not go over all blogs word by word and effect total repairs as I did here, but I wish to make the point that I think and speak totally clearly, and type in perfectly, and am not doing any of this. As I type, my second small but distinct death angel just struck on my left side at precisely half an hour after the first one on the right side, first at half past one AM, then at 2 AM. Above me a short ways, a green wavy line is under the {I}, and I checked it and it wants me to change this I to the word ME, that sure would make lots of sense, let’s see, it would read like this if micro-sucks had its way, NEVER WOULD NOR DID ME TYPE IN THE OTHER, yeah, that sounds Yale and Harvard English educated, don’t it br???????

Well, last trucking rock chucking runt slapping and bunt tapping week was pure ultimate epitomized DOGTOWN, MW word is HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was a horrendous week, every stinking rotten day, and their dirt ball stock market, just as I said it would, TOOK THE TRUCK OFF, AND FLEW LIKE A DAMN HUMMING BIRD. UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, just keep pouring it on against poor whittle pathetic innocent victim MOUNTAINPEN, BWABY WUV!!!!!!!!!!!!! Continually persecute and harass poor me into the ground and wreck my life totally and absolutely and full and wholly and completely, and this scum ball DOW JONES has but one direction 2 travel baby-cakes, and that is UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP AND UP!!!!!! This has been going freaking on now with me for nearly 22 years, since the spring and scummer time of 1986, the freaking AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, [ACLU] obviously along with the great and mighty Google, do not give one rats grass about helping a victim out of an unspeakable and unconscionable nightfreakingmare that will not ever end!!!!! The reason along with all the persecution that I received, that the Dow Jones flew last week, is because I had to work around my residence with Ann Silva, like a damn dog, and many a dog lives better than this dog does, and that is a fact. Property damage and sky persecution, and all the other terrible constant trucking harassments that I am forced to endure, is making this evil market rise forever, and endlessly will, until I screw up my wussed out courage, and use my passport and just walk out of this evil empire. My more immediate plan is simpler and safer however, and that is that I will be blogging starting next week, onto a fourth and new blogging site, after I choose the one I feel most suited to my situation, as I have Googled up the NEAR-DEATH-EXPERIENCE stuff, and there are lots of sites to choose from. Ultimately, it is my desperate hope that some person with clout or even better some institute takes an interest in studying me and my horrific dilemma. I will come back to this in a minper or so, I just got the market report on Philadelphia’s famous amplitude modulation {AM} radio station KYW, at 1,060,000 cycles per second frequency, or at 1,060 kilocycles, and the Dow flew up Monday through Wednesday while I was miserable working like a dog, and taking Ann to the prison where her daughter Dawn is soon to transfer out of and into a program in Secaucus, NJUSAESMWG, and it was a totally wasted trip, the warden would not let Dawn keep the coat her mother was previously told to bring to her, and I could go on and on with Atlantic County and their totally screwed up system so just do not even get me freaking started, but Thursday it dropped and they persecuted me to get it back up, and again Friday it dropped, but a second day of major sky persecution brought their fixed ICPE JESSICA MARKETS that were down almost 100 at one point during Friday, back up 70 points, to only close down about 28 points on the cheated freaking day, and for the cheated stinking trucking week, these evil markets gained 1.4%. Ed does not know beans about many things yet acts like he is all mighty GOD on the Earth, telling me the markets are heading down, and all they do is forever each and every week, keep moving UP AND UP AND UP!!!!! Now let me move back onto the new point, with my starting after first telling yall that the 34 and a half club of total Jag-Officers here at work that ain’t in the military services, are now starting an early arrival, in fact it is 3:47 in the ante’ meridian, and for 2 weeks now, they need to be renamed to the ASB-2-1/2 to 4 CLUB, as they all have moved up their times by roughly a half hour, still loud and annoying pains in the fun shaker, or for short, the trash of the trash, but the ASB can stand for the Annoying Scum Bags. Also, lots of dirt balls on motor bikes were out everywhere, yesterday, Friday, February, wow, maybe it’s freaking July and my calendar is off. The simple reason this world has gone literally to Dogtown [HELL] in a hand basket, is the WOMO, or the WORLD OWNER MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES. Basically put, they own and control it all, especially Hollywood and the ENTERTAINMENT WORLD, and this entire garbage hellogram all around me and everywhere, is there as a result of this entertainment world control and domination over the masses of totally ignorant blind and susceptible people of the mortal world human race. Bearded Bob next door, who no more wears a beard by the way than I do or President Bush does in this part of hyperspace anyway, but he loves to say to me and you can read all about this in many previous blogging entries, that “NOBODYS LISTENING, NOBODY IS READING YOUR BLOGS”. Well, I do not agree BB for 2 minimum reasons as follows: First is Jason Cali, and secondly, is Existence Without Interaction, or EWI from a Prior Blogging Text [PBT], and Friday’s New York City newspapers, forget now whether it was the Post or the Daily News, but one of them, well, read it through, you’ll see what I am talking about. The odds of these things being a coincidence, I would put it to any statistician or professor or doctorate holding degreed statistical mathematician, to be an expert witness for me any time in any court of law and disagree with my call that the numbers would exceed one million to one that this is random coincidence, NO SOMEBODY OUT THERE IS READING WHAT I AM SAYING BB, DON’T HAND ME ANY OF YOUR MORSE TAP BUBBY. Even rhymed, the stench in my mind is vivid, and that is what your words to me from last year are and were, MORSE TAP, Yuk!!! How I wish I could legitimately have the famous Beaver Cleaver diary, “Went to school, ate lunch, pet cat, came home and did homework, went to bed”. This is not my reality bwaby-wuv. It is now 3:25 and they have hit me with a cramping attack, so I must now pop some Metamucil tablets that I bring to work with me, the dirt holes. Now it is a few mini-periods past 4 in the moor and I am feeling better with the mets in me, no, not the ball players from NYNY, Frankie slob.

I do not expect anyone to be able to follow along with my trains of thought, but just read and let your mind translate it to you in its own way, as this is all I ask. If you read and think simultaneously, THIS DUDE’S A SPACE CADET, then why read the blog, read Mo Tillie’s “How to make turtle sauce” or Jimmie June’s “mechanic stories”, really, I’d rather you would if you’re gonna read my words closed mindedly. Nothing just happens. The stories that I could tell to the world right now that would be hungry to hear them, would blow everybody from Heredahellda and back. Guys; let’s talk our real favorite subject, and no 5th dimensional Marilyn Macoo, not sports. Women will always be guy’s number one topic of conversation with sports a close second, as long as red blood courses through their veins. Now for example, and in much younger days, let us say 1978 through 2000 for example, I can look back in 20/10 hindsight, and see that every time an encounter with any woman occurred, it was not chance and was totally planned by, well, I do not know this enough to swear to it in court, so leave it there for now, OK Mr. King? Anyhow John, and other Johns, and let me be more polite now, but every time a female entity would pop up around me that either was definitely interested in furthering some kind of human relationship with me be it for the minute or hour or short term, or for life, as we will get into later, as I refer to these 3 interims as TS, TI, and TL, with the [T] standing for target, as let’s face it, as men see women for the most part as sex symbols, women cannot talk, they see guys as lifers/sugar daddy’s, and this includes almost all of the women except for the very career minded percentage that would tell me to my face to go to Dogtown for saying such a thing, but it is truth in high percentages, whether they like it or not. The other right initial following the T for TARGET, stands for Short, Intermediate, and Life or [marriage]. Women for the most part are looking to take a man to be with her for life as an ultimate goal, even though most now from teens through 20’s, want to play-only for the first 10 years of their romantic lives. But then they unlike the male counterpart of the human species begin at 30 or so to hear a loud tick-tock sound, and it bothers them. All of Hollywood and all of the wealthy and famous people and their ability to financially afford literally hundreds of varying medical procedures cannot really alter or stop the reality of how long that have remained alive on this spinning ball of puke called the Earth, and the effects that time has on us in our cellular reality. People can play games all that they wish to, the point is that every 24 hours lived on this green/brown Earth; we are now a day older, like it or jump off a bridge. But both men and women by 40 years, realize that in two areas of life’s most important parameters, romance and financial status, basically we have only to look forward to about what we have been able to achieve at maximum, and at less than a very optimistic view, a decline of this on a near horizon. I am no different than anyone, other than the fact that I have a major spiritual problem as the churches of the world would say to me. I do have an enemy, and this dirt bag enemy in church lingo’s and translations is THE DEVIL, AND OR SATAN, no two/tow ways about it, Miss Chillie. So how do these points all merge and cross into each other? First, the world is changing at a speed unlike anything ever in mans present world’s recorded history. If past civs existed and vanished into dust as the History Channel says, then most likely, we as a race on this planet are de-evolving, meaning becoming less towards reaching spiritual enlightenment and truth as a combined physical race, each time before a civilization terminates. I do not want to get into any one point too big, as the point I am attempting to convey is bigger than any part of the stories that I’ve now just started opening up. Let me now return to the part of when I was younger and either with my pal David Roth or by my self, and women would aggressively start trying to do their feminine normal thing when they saw an eligible young male. Nothing could be more normal. My life, even though I am 100% straight, and love women physically, is so far from normal and average, that it could be used in a dictionary to describe the meaning of the word far. No one alive in 2 Kate, ever could fathom what my total life is all about or what it has been like living in it. Most reading this I know are thinking to themselves, you got it bud and I don’t wanna know either, cakes. Hay friend, I do not blame your grass at all; you just are expressing a normal healthy attitude. I know if you were me and I were you, this would be my thoughts indeed if I was reading a whack job blog like this. Hay, I am a person, I know how what I say sounds to the ordinary mortal person. I am not in the MC, nor am I MC as you now must say in this PC world where the [R] word ain’t accepted. Getting back to my younger days, I began noticing that even though I got lots of action, it was tripled during my sieges, especially in the sky, and for a number of years this is not happening, and I guess all of you out there must have been thinking, duhh, your old now you stupid doosh-wad. I figured this old lately, but no one wants to admit they are getting old and ugly, but life is a bunch of ugly realities, you face them or you live in fantasies and delusions, this is not freaking for me, I do not play games, I do not like games, I need trucking reality, bad or worse, I need to know the real truth of things, this is me, br. I mean the question surfaces over and over for several years now, during the worst sieges, nothing, no girl action, what is going on? You are an old trucking man ya dumb grass, that is what is going on, and still, I get it, but just a lot less than in my days of younger times, like DUHH!!!!!! But returning to the topic of these younger days, I only wanted to get away from every beautiful queen that came onto me; my only thought was how do I get away from this person? My friend Dave would scream at me, “Mountainpen, you don’t walk away from beauty queens”. I can hear it in my mind as clearly as if it was the late 80’s or early or mid nineties all over again. I always believed that some invisible force was trying to put me together with someone, and I have a tremendous fear of being used and controlled and manipulated, and yet this is exactly what always happens to me anyway, all of my gods forsaken life. Remember, all the things I hate and fear are forever totally attracted into my proximity, and all the things that I desire are forever repelled away from it. Now that I am old and want women before it is too late in my present life for any chance of family or normalcy, they for the first time in 35 years or more, do not want me, as much or even at all anymore. Some would say, hay, you blew it grass hole, very unsympathetically, but you will never understand nor comprehend what my life has always been like that led me to make all of the weird choices and decisions that I’ve indeed made throughout my miserable pathetic life. But remember this blog-aud, the world dies if the salvation curse on this family stops, it has to go on exchanging a sin-debt for those choosing to let this family line take the burdens of eternal hell for all of you. I have reason to believe that all of my cousins are queer as the tooth pillows and once I get too old, that’s it, GAME TRUCKING OVER. But do not believe me, just all of you do a Paula Law and Order Weston, and go right ahead and die, see if I care. Gawki Gaukauk, a huge black cat from the astral plane who is a mystics professor at the great Teck Bay Mysteries School where many of Diana Arteemis’s friends attend, this is lightning in the human mortal realm, told me the other day by mortal reference frame, that it is time for me to know that even some of the greatest astral entities come into the mortal realms and live unhappy lives and totally blow it as the 60’s expression would go. One of these is the all mighty SCYLLA GODDESS herself. Powerful families on this Earth know that if I could ever make her remember who she really is here, and bring back even the smallest and remotest memories of her truer and higher reality, the world would change on a dime and not in their favor at all. I know you will not believe what I am going to tell now, and I will not be specific, it would be too dangerous. I jokingly referred in a long distant prior blogging text to an everyday item available at every store, ketchup, and said that if I really liked ketchup, I mean morning and noon and night, thought about eating ketchup and this was primarily all that was on my brain, I would wake up tomorrow morning into a reality where no longer would there be an easy way to ever get ketchup, you would have to risk jail and bankruptcy for it, perhaps physical harm, and I could go on. Do not get nuts on me now, this is just made up as far as ketchup, I won’t tell you what this really is, I am not a sickie looking for blood, so don’t think dumb things, but I am not going to blog it. But if someone out there understood that there is a real way to forever change the stock market and the two sports teams I refer to so much such as a real Philadelphia Phillies fan, and could see that they could get this for me with no problem, just as easily as ketchup, and by doing so, if we shorted the market, we could become billionaires, or bet the Phillies to win, once I can get this “thing”, you do not have clue one the power involved in my words, not clue one, but Bush knows, the fortune 50’s know, Firing ugly old fart Trump knows, they know, and they would have a million ton cow in their pants if I could ever reach some truly enlightened people that would cooperate with me, it would mean an almost instant end to the world as we know it, oppressive, regulated, all in the special interests of the owners and controllers and selfish arrogant manipulators. I am not making offers or telling any details other than saying that my words are all true, and very powerful evil people on this planet, know just how true Madonna blue they in fact are. I know that certain things are totally unknown to this human race. I know that some people out there are always looking to find out secret truths but are extremely skeptical of being conned. This is why I tell you right now, I do not want anyone’s money, I do not want to have sex with anyone, I do not want any illegal thing, but be careful with this new politically correct system, as you could wake up one day very soon, and find that it is now illegal to yawn in a public place, or say the words ‘Mary Pippins’ in a grocery store, don’t laugh, you haven’t got a clue what is happening, or what I know, or what I am looking to get and can’t, and how it could change the planet overnight into unrecognizability. If I was really the nut job that the Trumps want you to think that I am, would I honestly have wasted this much time and energy, meticulously writing all of this blogging material over a 2-3 year period? Just think about it for a minper without a booming stereo in back of you, be quiet and think for just a second. My website has a guestbook. Persons wanting to know things are always invited, but I will turn away from a closed mind with extreme speed, I do not have the patience or the time to be insulted or messed with, no games. Gawki gave me a lottery number that came out in the autumn of 1980, and he told me the other night by human reference frame, that soon I must leave the United States behind forever, or I will be driven totally insane for the rest of my natural life, and be useless to Stacey, myself, or anyone. I will leave Gawki, believe me pal. To put up with this much foolishness, MAKES ME A DAMN FOOL.

Stacey wants me to tell something, but she is going to have to do something for me first. If she wants this so much, then as Moses would say, a little falling manna for the hungry wouldn’t exactly hurt. I will say this much before the manna drops, if it drops. Maybe I made more than 490 stupid moves in my life, but I had more than 490 stupid reasons and fears behind my decisions. If I cannot be forgiven and given one more chance, then maybe I will just stop all this blogging and let you find another entity to work through. You are a hard task master. I am not perfect and you should know that; if anyone knows that. I do not know or care about the stamps that I mentioned; as it is not money that I am interested in. I need more closure than even Gawki gave me, I need to know why me. Why did you do so much for Donna and leave me to rot here? Donna got it all by making that deal and THAT BOY got whirled into a damn twister the size of Utah. WHY!!
Stacey, you want man to forgive 490 trespasses, now it is your turn, my teen queen.

As for TRS or Stacey’s Dogtown Vengeance, here is the biggest one: It would not matter to the people in charge of pummeling me to kit, if I had more international exposure tomorrow morning than Brittney, Hannah, Paris, Trump, and Pitt all put together, and told all the secrets I have told as well as all the ones I could tell. These entities that currently are people are above and beyond any of it. This is not a poker bluff, and I know this now. It is beyond futility and being hopefully pointless to waste my time and energy any further on this strategy, as simply put they do not care, but I must tell the world in good conscience why they do not care, since I know, it is duty, total duty to tell this, there is not even remote choice about it. Remember in prior blogging texts I have told you all with authority of certainty, that humans and human governments are not covering up Ufology or any other huge secret along these or even similar lines. Humans cannot keep secrets, the missions in the middle eastern part of this world over decades of time proves this, and so does the fact that the military itself, is the inventor of the expression, SNAFU, or Situation Normal, All Fowled Up, real servicemen are not that polite about the F word, or said better, the [F] letter in SNAFU. Humans could not ever keep astral secrets, not in 4 million gods forsaken years. It is those above these humans and above any of our human organizations, whether they are military or government or religious, that are in total control, the Manipulating Controllers, also known more officially in the circles of “DEATH”, as the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, is totally in charge of WHO GETS TO KNOW WHAT AND WHEN, AND WHO DOES NOT, and can make an entire society blind and convinced that a blogger is just a crazy nut case and not to ever be believed in part let alone in full. They do not care what is transmitted, as they can always totally affect the outcome of what is able to be received. This past sentence is as powerful as the short compressed description of humanity in general, “THEY LIVED, THEY SUFFERED, THEY DIED”. These two/tow sentences MCH, (millionth-council-hackers, are the ALL in the ALL, it gets no more descriptively accurate than this, not EVER!!!!!!!! So my worrying about telling vengeance and retaliation secrets are just a total freaking waste of my energy, and I choose no longer to waste the valuable energy remaining inside my mortal life as Mountainpen, it is of a finite quantity, and I am washing pigs in the liquid soap of pearls. Stacey is very against this type of defiled waste, read her original words, forget my stupid blogs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, I wish to say two/tow/hack things that once would be perhaps considered by me as in the range of TRS, but I say this now not as retaliation, it just needs be said, and right freaking now bwaby-wuv. As you know, I claim to know many astral plane entities and gods, and many mysterious things, I also have told you who I am related to and why this sin debt curse is on this family, backed up with freaking real biblical evidence and a secret Masonic lineage chart as well. This curse makes my life miserable and I want to pass it onto a cousin in the family and do it while alive, as I was told by Gawki that this can be done, but only one man on Earth can do it for me. This same man showed Nancy Reagan how to manipulate huge events as well, including a desert sand storm in the Middle East that basically got her miserable California Governor husband elected to the Presidency. I too know how to do storms, but not total removal of powerful family curses through transfer. All these facts can be checked out, but my aunt Geraldine Snow Mason was a personal good friend of the Shaw of Iran in the nineteen-seventies, and told me something unbelievable that I never shared with even my closest pal David Roth or my own mother, Gerry’s sister in law as her brother Stuart Mason married Geraldine Snow. I am not letting this knowledge out. I will tell you that Reagan knew the huge clock stoppers secret of HOLLYWOODS HYPERTIME. Remember he WAS Hollywood, the guy was part of the ENTERTAINMENT WORLD 4 Chrissake!!!!!! Shadowy ‘things’ move all around us too fast to be seen unless you have a professional video system that can display ten thousandths of a second frame after frame. This is one way they stopped me from winning at roulette at Atlantic City after they caught onto my ability to make money this way and break the family curse. Misses ARE knows all of this and more, and QUANTUM CARDDECKS, don’t go here, she and some of her friends invented it, I just stole it through a secret back door, look, I have a videotape of Donna Summer tying her shoe on Pacific Avenue in the summer of 1980, while hubby Brucie keeps right on walking southbound a few blocks past Resorts International, leaving her to run and catch up to him, chivalry died in the 1980’s along thank the gods, with disco. But this does not alter the fact that I built a AV system in 1979 with a few parts of RPL stuff that may have grown legs through a dude named Joey Sivo, and I am able to spy better than the top coves in the world, so puke you. I know more about Nancy R and her friends than even the damn Secret Service does. The day her hubby woke up from this dream, you would say DIED, the air base in Pennsylvania persecuted me to death beyond description, I have it all on video, it all will go up on the website including the time stamp on the video proving it was not the day of the air show, www.morianity-foundation.com, I am referring to the Willow Grove Air Station, that has been Nancy R. {Spell-Spared} on more than one occasion, as she all ready knew this was needed to operate to get at me on the day of Reagan’s wake-up-call. The video along with shoe lace tying Donna from 1980, it all will be eventually in this website’s SREAMING AUDIO/VIDEO system, yall ain’t heard/seen puke juices yet Jolson!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, Stay-Cee tuned bwaby wuv!

Speaking of Stacey or Cee, and Dee, my lovely DEEDEE was all over me those two/tow days of hell and persecution, THURSDAY AND FRIDAY last. I love you DEEDEE!!!!!!!!

The military is on me worse than I have ever seen in my life, the chem trails began at just past first light, all over me thick and evil, causing me irregular heart rhythm and bowel pains. The United States military and covert government agencies are responsible for my death. Remember, my new readerships, to learn more about my entire attack and problems, I have been on Google’s Blogger dot com for a fairly lengthy time, my current blog there is the title called THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION, and the direct route to this is www.http://drunkenhive.blogspot.com/ Ed says to put the www before the html to make this a direct link if you highlight this off another blogging site. I have loud low crash level planes attacking me, a sky filled with poisonous chemtrails, www.chemtrail.com is killing me, and I swear under what used to be the real and good USA, and under the gods and my word, and the great all mighty Goddess Scylla Jehovah, SSJKK, that this is all true, and I just wonder why my rights are being trampled on and not one single soul in authority is willing to lift one fingernail to do their job and assist me in getting this ILLEGAL ACTIVITY STOPPED. Let me spit or litter or jaywalk, and I’ll be freaking sentenced to 30 years behind bars, this is what happens in an evil nation run by SATAN itself, when they declare you covertly a DOMESTIC ENEMY, as they pledge to fight against all who they declare to be an enemy, foreign and domestic, you all know what the politicians must swear to before going into office, I know this is all real. THIS IS ALL A DYING MANS UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION, A LEGAL DOCUMENT. I never did one thing to one person, I have never broken any law, other than minor traffic offenses, and none of these within the past 5 years, I am as clean as a newborn’s bottom and have nothing to hide, go ahead and freaking investigate my stinking grass!!!!!!!!

GOOGLE, SWIS, WORLD LAB, VOID INFINITY ITSELF, THIS IS ALL SWORN UNDER VOLUNTARY OATH, IT IS ACCURATE AND TRUE, TOTALLY AND ENTIRELY, WITH NO ADDITIONS AND NO OMISSIONS.

WHERE ARE YOU DIANA AND STACEY, THESE LOVELY HUMAN BEINGS YOU MADE TOGETHER IN YOUR DREAMS ARE WIPING ME OUT AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT CUBED?????????????

The storms and earthquakes and volcanoes and floods and fires and droughts will tear your evil world apart this year, try stopping my retaliatory hurricanes 3 seasons in a row, ya pricks!!!!!!

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