WEEKEND UPDATE, AND MORE

“WEEKEND UPDATE, AND MORE”
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO-95
Datfile: 041809.752
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Some chemtrails have been bad the last few nights and days, last night some were around, others this morning were there starting around first light, mostly the thumb in the butt type. Starting now, I will keep a piece od thin white cardboard, over my large red LED display clock. This moUrning, loud fucking motor cycles woke me and would not let me sleep, starting after around 19:30 or just past, and a real loud one woke me up at eleven bastard eleven so that I could C Jane Bitchcrumbs staring right ast me. The situation was horrific at work, scum bags annoyed me all mother fucking night long, it was one of my worst nights there in the more than four years of my employ on this shitty miserable work site. My Phillies were of course wiped out, what else is new, or better said, SOSOWEIN-SSDD. 6 straight weeks now, we have had a rising Dow Jones, with no real honest reasons 4 it. Gasoline is heading back up again, never a bullish thing, and more persons in this nation R out of work than in 3 decades, never a bullish thing. But when they somehow influenced my oldest daughter 2 move far away from me, the Dow started its major fucking upsurge, and never looked back, that, and the horrendous attack that Sunday afternoon on my way into work with the motor cycle gang that was in league with the airplane from the National Security Agency, and Fawn whore Hall and Oliver North and their d\weekend covert drug parties in Washington, DC-13, around the ‘87 circa, Br!!!!!!!!!

Colaman has a mighty new thing he gave me, that I mentioned on the prior blog. It incorporates timing, luck testing, and system agreements, all wrapped up together in one mega system 4 attacking a roulette bank in a casino. It’s funny friends, I have been accused of having an overactive and vivid imagination, and people R merely falsely paying me compliments and crediting me with talents that I simply do not possess. I just tell what happens 2 me, what my life has been like, and the things and events that seem 2 make it up, outlandish and nutty as them appear. If I drive down the road and suddenly it is raining watermelons and oranges, it is, and my ignoring it does not change a thing. Just because all of U perhaps have never had these strange and nightmarish things go on in your lives, has no mathematical basis in truth that they R not happening in mine. Hay, I go through relatively normal days, and many times go by with a minimal of goofy things that happen, it is not always the twilight zone around me, but when in fact it is, I am not gonna sit here and try hiding it and covering up that something is wrong big time with me and things around me, just in the hopes of a slightly bolter social interaction or acceptance by the messed up society around me that can in no way boast. Drugs, crime, family fights and marital infidelity, a one for one divorce ratio, not ration Sorian 18, quit fucking hacking, and on and on, translation, do not judge me when your houses R all so filled with things that U need 2 keep double bolted locks ion many of your closet doors, and by the gods, U know it.

My long winded blogs over the past 1 or 2 years tell many broken and various sad tales of my problems in and around Atlantic City with this diseased TAWF. I have come 2 learn that in many near Transdimensional universes, I took Rodney’s advice about staying away fro the sure. Wild different major things then went on that never happened here in this one. Again let me just retell a few small things so U can get a proper grasp on just what the odds would B that this is all just randomly happening 2 one poor young boy back in the transition period of the sixties becoming the seventies. How did Russ know my mom would not B home at the Oaklyn apartment that night at one in the mourning? How did Misses Goodfellow also then happen 2 pick that night 2 sexually abuse and molest him which sent him charging over 2 my place with a full 5th of pure hard liquor in him? How did Sarah’s gang pick the very night out of many possible summer nights of the year 1970, 2 board the precise dame bus that I had just hopped on 2 return 2 Oaklyn and leave Tom Reale? How did McGuire know Ed and I were coming down 2 take website pictures on a perfectly legal public street which was Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City on that day where he put sand into my car’s gasoline tank ruining my car forever, as well as, bully us BT coming right into Himacane’s face, just as the website picture on the slideshow section indeed perfectly portrays? There R no hoaxes in all of this, I will go 2 any Grand Jury ands swear under mother fucking oath 2 that. How did that scum bag car filled with dirt bag young punks know 2 come up on me that night in 1988 while I was working at the Aluminum Shapes plant in Pennsauken, New Jersey, USAESMWG, and tell me and I quote, “Your pants don’t come all the way down 2 your shoes”, right after I had said this 2 hours ago back at my private house, 2 my mom? The area where this punk said it was pitch dark, and it was barely noticeable in the brightest of conditions, and also LAST DANCE was booming out on their car stereo system, by DS. It almost was their last dance, as if I had pulled out my very deadly weapon that I kept in my pocket of the uniform jacket at the time, dancing would no longer B an option 4 anyone in that car. What many or maybe all of U reading this may fail 2C and realize on as totally sentient level is that this a handpicked group of a potential of 2 or 3 or 4 hundred things that each and every year, I could pick. Y did Triple A Motor Club tell me that someone called back and cancelled my request 4 emergency road Service after my car had obviously been tampered with at the Golden Nugget Casino that night in the year of 1986? When I called after a 90 m8inute no show on their part, this is what they told me, so obviously the casino thought it was important 2 first kill my car in the middle of the night and then leave me even further stranded by calling back my motor club and cancelling my request 4 a jump or whatever I needed. This is an ongoing nightmare right 2 this day, and is YI cannot just put it behind me, it is not behind me yet, it still is every bit as real and nightmare hellish as the time that it all began decades ago, so PUT WHAT BEHIND ME, JERK OFFS??????????? As a bully is kicking your ass, who 4 gods sake tells the person being beaten up, as it is happening, hay man, put this all behind U, slam, crunch????????? BULL PIT, Br!!!!!!!!!!!!! So how long will this endless fucking BULL-RUN on evil diseased and totally manipulated and controlled WALL STREET FILTH BAGS, B permitted 2 go on totally unchecked, I mean after all, wasn’t this ability 2 let them progress unlimited and with no questions asked and even the SEC dropping the ball hyper time, what started the mess 2 begin with earlier last year. Hay, U tell me, I am listening EFH??????????? Man never learns from past mistakes, history proves this by basically endlessly repeating its precise cycles of doom over and over again. But history and the rest of the world is not what this blog normally is concerning itself with other than the way of course that all things do indeed fit together. That fact is undisputed, we do not live in a vacuum. But Y is this going on with me, and who is behind it? 4 a long time, not that I have been hiding behind it, but I use terms like the Lambrigg Cult and other parallel universes, and the Astral Plane, and all this wild stuff about a wild family that is beyond verbal description. Now it is time 2 at least do a few short stories and leave the extra far out stuff out of the text. Let me put down things that normal persons can better identify with, just bear in mind that the source and the whole truth cannot B claimed, as there is a reality behind the obvious visible events that happened. My electricity just went off 4 a quick second at 53 minutes past 6, obviously 2 make the Phillies suffer another loss tonight at the ballpark. I draw no inferences, no conclusions, and am just telling what happened, U play detective, it’s your turn. First came the December of 1969 incident with the dream and the chain being taken and then it was gone when I woke up. Then a week or so later, Russ comes over at 1 AM drunk as hell, telling me how his mom was raped in the streets of Philadelphia, and that he was the product. In-between, we never can forget the giant trinitrail in the skies the very next morning that followed the dream where my Sarah took the chain from me on the beaches of Brigantine or in this general area. I grow up and try putting this all behind me, along comes a strange girl at my school one day out of the blue that also had power 2 enter my dreams and make statements and later on she would say the exact same things word 4 word, such as that famous line I told all of U about on the Hopkins Bridge that spring mourning, “I don’t kiss boys”, and Steve yelled over, “Do U kiss girls”, and got himself a fast ride 2 a hospital when she beat the living urine juices out of him. Steve was a tall and large boy of 16, and was built like a boxer adult, with protruding large muscles. Still, he was no match 4 the mighty and exquisite Sarah Jacobson, the strongest “person” in the school, 2 quote directly from her in the autumn of 1972. Later on at the tail end of this year, my mom and I went 2 the shore 2C a snowstorm and took the bus, and Sarah’s gang in Pleasantville was waiting 4 us right there at the Water Works on Main street where that same dangerous gang got off the bus on the night of the 12th of July back in 1970, 2 and a half years ago. These powerful beautiful teen queens through a snowball with such force that a thick bus window broke into pieces, and mother and I were eating both snow and glass. We never sued the bus company, in those days suing and opportunists were not an every 5 minute affair as it is up here in this post Reagan new age hell of greed. The one that broke that window was thrown by Jacobson, only she had that much incredible power. A small note was inside the snowball, and it read, UR MY BOY, U CAN’T ESCAPE. I kept this note licked up in a strongbox 4 maybe 5 years and one day I burned it and got rid of it. I wanted nothing 2 do with this evil dangerous girl gang. But 21 years later I began writing a book called “The Permission Barrier”, and as I wrote it, memories of these girls all came flooding back into my wakeful consciousness. In no time I had found that I was suddenly on a quest 2 locate this mysterious powerful dangerous and ravishingly lovely giant girl, Sarah Krassle, and her friends from the sixties. A few years later I had met Frank Callio, I also had spoken 3 months B4 that 2 Robert McGuire, and even Sarah Callio over his bar telephone that early February of 1997, with him hulking menacingly over me the entire time. Haddonwood days were over and all though lots of my new life quest 2 find this outlandish girl really had deep ties and roots that were extending all the way back 2 my Haddonwood days, it now was on a life force all of its own, and there was just no stopping it, I was gonna find Sarah, come hell, high water, or the total annihilation of the known universe. Paula raping me in an alley was a nightmare that seemed 2 me that I never was going 2 clearly remember whether it was real or a dream. But a year later when she raped me again at the Kennedy Hospital elevator, in the last day of 1997, made me remember that it took place not in the alley at all. A man had struck up a conversation with me and it was the 5th or 6th on whenever the first Saturday fell in July of 1969. I went 2 use a urinal in the public bus terminal and he came over and gave me a fast injection when no one was around,. Next thing I knew, I was in his car, and so was Robert McGuire and Paula King. I was taken 2 a motel on route 3, almost 2 New York City, and Paula raped me over and over all night long there. A year later, 3 days and nights of my life were missing from my 19 day stay at this Ventnor, New Jersey child molester’s home. Also these were early days in the 7th month. This time I was taken 2 island. All this time, I thought this was a series of bad dreams, this was the obvious effect that some powerful drug had upon me. THATY FAMILY never came 2 me in dreams ladies and gentlemen. This is what McGuire knows, and by the gods, is freaking covering up. Both teachers were planted at the Jacobson Rehab School on Hopkins Lane, Marcucci and Marola. In reality, they R part of TAWF. I remember the booby name, the being injured, the device placed into my chest that resembled washcloths, and on and on. I was told by a man that I never can tell U who it is, so let me call him Sammy-Jo, and say that Sammy-Jo said that after he had carefully examined me one day, this was a man of medicine and niot from, around here, he said that U need, meaning me, 2 get an impartial doctor from a far away shore, someday,. 2 go inside U and find out what is indeed implanted in there, he thinks it is YI am able 2 defy gravity and have control over motion, and also said that a powerful family connected with the space agency of the United states, sign ed off on the project and assigned a special engineer 2 watch over U until the day he would die, and this was about 7 years ago now or coming up on.

Playing god and doing things that R so horrible that the conscience of the country would faint totally away, has no words and descriptions, It never can properly B addressed nor really dealt with ever in any real and meaningful way. Let me tell U a story that I do not expect a soul 2 believe, let alone really follow all of the implications as well as complications that all interweave throughout this epitome of a freaking nightmare part of hell-fire on earth.

I made mention of how if someone could travel 2 a realm and it is there whether U believe this or not is meaningless, where U could go into Manhattan and find the Law and Order characters only as real persons not acting out in a fictional show. And then U offered 2 solve a case that they could not solve 4 a long while, just by handing them a videotape, and they take this tape, and C that it is a production of the show Law And Order, and that they R merely characters playing in it, with music and sound effects, and commercials 2 boot, in reference 2 some reality beyond their own that U appear 2B living in, U would B by their frame of reference some kind of a god. If U realize that this example is not fictional, in so much as in the point I now try making, that above our puny reality, someone could hand us such a tape or whatever medium, we likewise would perceive this same illusion. But in fact, this powerful illustration is only 2 real, and Danny Hatch and the fat man with the radio in the start of the movie NIGHT OF THE TWISTERS, is THEIR way of admitting 2 the human race, that in deed, these “uppers” as we in the future call this group, R all around us, their kids attend the local high schools, and U will never know them 4 their true identities, but this is the truth and this is real, and behind this truth is the answer 4 all of those inquisitive wonderers that R searching out the mysteries of Mountainpen’s story, the UFO situation, the afterlife queries, and all of the undiscovered and unexplained things that seemingly surround us all forever in total darkness and mystery. Until Amway or Tupperware or one of this type of operations, explores the truths of Morianity and tells the world what I am really saying, none of UR even alive, UR dead, and dreaming a bunch of worthless nothingness. Without understanding upline and downline truths and how this relates 2 our reality in the here and the now, U will endlessly go on wondering and never having the smallest clue. At least I know now Y this was done 2 me, and would have learned much more, but that was all stopped one early April afternoon in 1971, go to the website, www.officialdarkshadowsfanclub.com/ or write the Dark shadows Fan Club at Box 92, Maplewood, New Jersey. Tell them about my blogs, go right ahead. Find out what they were going 2 bring back with the Leviathan Cult, if they had been given the chance and not stopped by the all familiar and all powerful mighty BRICK WALL, Bra!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some mock me and say if anyone is not alive it is me, my life is death warmed over. Wrong, square that and U will B closer, but I am not blocking the truth of this negative. I know the reality of things. This makes me not your dog or cat or fish, this makes me sentient and not a vegetable planet. This makes me alive while UI am dreaming. VU may B rich and happy and scoring in bed with 1900 conquests a month, and never get aides, and on and on, but UR dead, as U do not have one tiny clue 2 the truth that I am telling, and that is just like being a bunch of ants on a large mound of dirt. They R clueless 2 the world around them, and so RU, Br!!!!!!!!! This is not said in anger not 2B at all mean, it simply is total reality, son, and that is a gift I cannot ever hope 2 give U a bigger or better sequel 2, it is ultimate, truth is reality, and life outside of truth is illusion life, and basically in truth, UR totally in darkness, UR dead. My blogs will try and wake U up. This one starts the very smallest beginnings of how my very present day is indeed here as a result of each and every day that ever preceded it in my life, simple reality, son, Jimmy & Christine not withstanding. Watch those lip locks guys. Someday, I will b looking in on your little trip around the sound on Google Earth, connected into a distance delay satellite hookup, no secrets exist, it is all out in the open with Beavers broken window, huh Ward???????????

Google and SWIS and KSWL of 2298, this is all blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blummmmmmmmmmm. Copyrighted in 2009, THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN and Michael Mountainpen. This is all total truth sworn by me to the great SSJKK.

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