WEEKEND AT THE LAKEHOUSE IN THE WAKING WORLD

“Weekend At The Lakehouse On The Waking World”
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
Date And Time File: 052509.475.5555555555555555
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Siege, all though I have seen it worse, has basically been bad every single day starting the weekend B4 this Memorial Day Weekend, and only with the exception of Tuesday last, each day contained both ground as well as nasty aerial persecution from my lovely and diseased WOMO enemies, also known as VVS or Vomit Virus on Steroids. The entire weekend was not at the Lakehouse of the New Jersey Mystic Islands, but rather we arrived there on Sunday around a little shy of eleven in the moUrning. I was greeted within an hour or so with that ugly looking corporate gray and while or better said perhaps, gray and Julia chopper, that went directly over me while swimming. The setting is not the same as that of the Lakehouse on the Astral Plane that SSJKK has told me is really mine, but similarities R almost nerve racking. I cannot tell U what these similarities R right now, just know that first, I can’t, and second, that I am telling the truth, nonetheless. Chemtrails R never ever going away as they used 2, and as any follower knows, were no where this bad in the timer frame that Robert Levy was elected and served as Mayor of Atlantic City, on this year we practically forgot what these sick looking Brigger produced things were, but no more, Bro!!!!!!! I enjoyed swimming around and the barbeque food was excellent, and even the wild people there were fun 2 talk 2, but very strange things occurred and got said, and as I am saying, this 4 right now must stop right ion that note, maven maestro. Sarah Callio and maybe Frank Callio, planted a dude a number of years ago all ready knowing this entire thing would take place, and this dude is what cannot B further mentioned, nor what he told me, other than 2 say that in order of wild and bizarre, in contrast, it simply dwarfs the child friend of mine that I had around age 6 or so from Quakertown, Pennsylvania, who claimed that he came from Heaven. 4 those dying 4 so long 2 know what the scoop is about the Callio family, move over. They R a mighty branch of THAT FAMILY or TF-70, and if I had more facts and not theories, I would spew them all over the damn internet, only in all honesty Mister Joel, and others out here, I simply do not at least at this time, Bra!!!!!!!!! The reason Y my focused attention went from one branch and line of TF-70 2 the other and probably the main part of it all, is obvious however 2 any rationally operating entity over the age of 4 months. First, Elder ‘Longhair’ from the Mormon church, and a very good friend of mine from the nineties, was assisting me in the gathering of family lineage information, and all of this had been a long ongoing and tedious process with me since somewhere late in the year of 1995, in my incredible and unfathomable quest and search 2 locate the All Mighty Sarah-Stacey Krassle. McCoy on the ‘Law and Order’ television show said what needs 2B said on a particular episode, far better than I could ever hope 2 word it, while speaking 2 the Commissioner in New York City, regarding his role in an investigation of the murder of a porn star, and I will quote, “Commissioner, this is a murder investigation, it takes us where it takes us”. The difference here is the opening of the sentence. I am speaking 2 the potential blog reading internet of the world, not 2 one commissioner, and instead of a homicide investigation, this pertains 2 the greatest quest and search 2 locate some one from the past of another someone, since the beginning of time, Beck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Any loyally following reader must know, that this is taking me and moving me all over the place. One day, MC or her peeps must have 4 whatever reasons that only MC has up in that pretty tall head of hers, decided 2 get my attention directly, U all know this is real and what has happened, denying this is similar 2 denying the damn Holocaust, Bra!!!!!!!!!!

These diseased jerk offs made my work site a living breathing burning nightmare freaking hell this weekend, every Memorial Day Holiday weekend is bad at this place, and this one took the freaking cake. Sunday was equally as horrific as Saturday, they wrecked my quiet night, and as I speak, a loud motorcycle piece of crap went by. An entire gang of them was wall 2 wall lined with these ass holes on Sunday, on the trip 2 Mystic Islands, on the area itself, all over Berryville, on every road, and also when I returned 2 the job 2 finish out my final shift, getting there 4 a half shift, as Roy my relieving guard that we switch back and forth in schedules with during the weekends, said he would gladly work 12 hours, he needs some extra money, and I needed 2 get away from the hell there and thank the gods, it worked out. Starting around half past 9 last night, a brutal freaking wicked siege struck with gangs of bike rider dirt bags going by, and a Milituforce scum bag aerial vehicle passing directly over me and zenithing the position of my parked vehicle, this was about 3 times. Each time the air kicked in, so did the ground assault, it was times as if the mighty Colin Powell and Norman Schwarzkopf were together nearby and stormin’ away plotting this evil assault on poor innocent me.

Now where does the flash runner Joe Berrios fit into all of this. Well, he is the man who secretly tape recorded me after first intentionally getting me into conversations on certain subjects at the Echelon Towers Building Lobby, where as in the case today of Roy Weiler and me, Joe and I were the 2 guards who relieved each other on 12 hour weekend shifts at this place. All the details about all of this R indeed discussed on several prior blogging texts. Joe could run like the winds of a hurricane, and both Nate the resident manager of the building and myself, had the occasion 2 observe him chasing a man one day that had been suspected of swiping a hand bag of one of the residents that was sitting in the lobby talking 2 another resident and friend of hers. He was at the time in beginning of 1990, coming onto shift and with no vehicle, from an army station not all that far from where Maxfield Recording Studio was located in the seventies and early eighties across from the Cherry Hill Race Track 4B the ‘fire’. Which fire, as both J-light struck Maxfield as well as the track. A little non PC, but I know what I know CCC. Joe was from South America, some little area tucked right in-between Brazil and Venezuela, and was the only Spanish speaking person who could decipher the words into English from a very magical song, that I thought Anna Connie may have sung a long timed ago, even then, but was not sure. Even Chicky and Dawn do not know the words. I know my father’s treasure galleons fit into all of this as well, from things that numerous psychics had told me about SARAH, back in the nineteen-nineties. A few months after Nate made that statement that “nobody can run like Joe Berrios, the movie came out, THE FLASH. But who was around in 1969 in the Briggers human cult world 2 choose my birthday as Paul Stoddard’s due date on the hit TV serial soap, Dark Shadows? Someone or some thing Captain Trek has been watching me like a hawk since I have been knee high 2 a tortoise, and I am supposed 2 believe that all this bull shirt is the mere collection of happenstance coincidences?

Despite my weekend of total hell, a 7 unit profit was made quite easily using the Colaman’s roulette system. I got a nasty sunburn on my face, I pulled a muscle in my right arm while swimming, as I am not as active and do not swim daily as I used 2 in the days of Haddonwood and later, the Coliseum, not that Coliseum dudes, the one in this modern day period. I was one hurting puppy when I was driving home, and then over 2 pull my final 4 hours at work, and last night. I heal fast, and today, it is almost as though nothing had happened. I am still a little red in the forehead and nose, and my arm feels like I went 10 arm wrestles with my lovely Queen Gina, but much better than B4I went 2 bed around 2 AM.

Death angels R annoying as freaking piss again and have been all this year. They had slowed down 4 a while in in-eight, but Christ All Mighty, they R back on a vengeance roll. Also, Jane Filthbuckets is clocking me over and over, literally, IC ones with such regularity no matter how hard I try and avoid them, that it would even make Rod Serling salivate. Jesse from the Lakehouse is spending today over here at the basically all packed up Marhouse. He gets along so well with his Aunt Dawnie. Him and the other kids and Joe and Elisa R a story as large as anything U ever R gonna read from the mighty mind of James Patterson, Bro!!!!!
The hugest thing is the way this Lakehouse just pooped into reality, and almost instantly after I told the world on my blogs that Joe King, Dawn’s brother, was able 2 detach a wild alien looking contraption that was somehow sending signals 2 parts of my automobile, and once removed, things seem 4 the most part as though nothing was ever wrong with anything. When I can prove the shoebox and the Wildwood press is real, the trunk of cars of the BRIGGERS is real, and some other powerful shirt along this same reality, I will have this freaking planet right by its thrill cream sack, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just give me time, I plan 2 bring down the owners of this sick establishment, and set up the kingdom of justice and righteousness. The Holy words predict all of this soon 2 follow stuff, so watch the quakes, the twisters, the storms and the fires, and on and on. Also, do not B real shocked 2C lots of planes and choppers fall fast and hard right 2 the ground. This hell will B answered, and those responsible 4 giving it 2 me, will pay with their lives. This is no threat by mortal terms, as I will never break one of mans laws in order 2 accomplish these objectives, Bra!!!!!!!!! My diseased family was evil almost 40 years ago 4 what they did 2 an innocent Long Island family, and they r every bit as sick and diseased still right mow, today.

Driving in last evening 2 do my final 4 hours at my job, 2 teen queens were walking along and starred over at me like I was some Greek God or something. Not only that, but the ability 2 attract the feminine half of this planet’s population, stepped way up this weekend. Soon, I will shock the world by taking advantage of this, and this will B the beginning of the end 4 Calliotamm and the crew, Bro!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My interaction last night started out at the waterfalls with my lovely Diana. She had flashed a few times in the distant eastern skies right B4I had left last night 2 come home. We had a wonderful splendid time that is only our business, she is so beyond hot and luscious, Bra!!!!!!!!!!! Y more girls do not have long yellow hair as Lightning has, I will never know, it drives us guys wild and nuts. Suddenly, I found myself shifted away into a room where I have no memory of ever being B4, and my ex business partner, PP, seemed 2 either own or B renting this place. He had a huge basement below it and was using it 4 an office, and had 3 new partners. I was attempting 2 show him a wild rectangular something and somehow I knew that it could resolve some of the problems facing him in his business. He told me that 4 the past 11 days and nights he had gone without hardly any sleep and was trying 2 do some huge fantastic thing that would put SP Record Company on the map. I laughed and said there is no magic at all 2 it, money turns independents into majors and nothing else. He grew angry and the next thing I knew we were sitting at a place like a nearby minimall, also unfamiliar 2 me now in the waking world. We had ordered some kind of a breakfast and had just finished up, and he was in a deplorable rotten mood. He treated me and yet was angry that I seemed 2 have no money 2 leave the tip. Suddenly I became 100% lucid in this wild colorful vivid experience, and was able 2 open up my wallet and make a ten dollar bill suddenly just B in there. This is now when we go from “having a dream”, to “DREAMING”. We can do it here in the waking world as well since this 2 is but a wild dream, but the trouble is that this power answers 2 the desires and will of our truer mind, our deeper subconscious levels. None of us really know what we want deep down, we hide these things from others and mostly even from our selves. This is Y we all R using THE SECRET, as discussed B4. We all R naturally creating our lives, exactly as the truer and realer parts of us want them 2B, and yes, this includes me. My deeper me wants this vicious curse, and 2B in existing in eternal hellfire, fun thought, huh baby love?????????? I did not want Paul 2CI had tens after telling him I had no money, Kate. So I desired 2C a few single ones and sure enough, poof, there they were, and I took 2 of them out and laid them on the table. A strange dime was sitting there on the table next 2 where Paul had placed the check 4 the order and the money 2 pay 4 it. Paul was mellowing out a little bit and was about 2 get up and pay after he saw that I was leaving the tip after-all. I quickly said, do U want your dime, to him, and he said 2 me, hay yo, it isn’t my dime. With that I picked it up and it had a normal dime’s front side, and then I looked at the tails side of it, and it had a large TEN written on it, not cents, just TEN. I turned it around to the heads side again, and it had altered. It was a picture of my Uncle Heinz Gottwald, and an inscription read, King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon. I threw the thing with what little might I have, and it went nowhere, just dropping back right on the table. I went 2 get up and follow Paul over 2 the cashier where he was paying the check, and low and behold, the dime followed me. Paul said after we exited and started walking towards the opposite end of the minimall where just beyond this was a small road where his home and basement office seemed 2B in this wild and strange interaction. He began cursing and raising his voice and telling me 2 stop playing games with that stupid dime. I looked at the man awestruck, and finally said making perfect eye contact with this 6 foot four inch large man, “Paul, RU out of your tree man, look, I’m not doing this?”. He picked me up and threw me and I landed on a bright red carpet after crashing through a large square store window. 4 police officers were there, one was the now retired, Sergeant Frank Callio, only he was a young man again. They instantly cuffed me and read me my rights. I was beyond amazed. I had been the victim of a brutal assault, I was profusely bleeding in the face and arms from jagged class that I sailed through, and they could have freaking cared less. I ended up bleeding 2 death in the squad car and instantly floated softly out and away from, the area and then shifted instantly back 2 the waterfalls where my beautiful Diana Arteemis was waiting 4 me and said 2 me, “U fell asleep Ricky, but now UR back with me, forever, U’re not ever going anywhere, boy”. I said 2 her that that is exactly what Scylla said 2 me once and then she left me. Diana kissed me passionately and said 2 me, “Rick, she did not leave U, she is right there in the great city with U as Zeranniss Yancy, don’t U know that? UR just dreaming all over hyperspace?” I smiled and said, I know now Diana, and then we went on 2 make the most passionate and thrilling love 4 what seemed forever, and then around 10:40 this morning, I just came back here, poof, now I am back in the waking world again, isn’t this fun??????????? YUK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When we R not in hyperspace all over the place endlessly, we R in the realm of the Astral. Actually we always R on the Astral lane, and just keep endlessly dreaming down into the miseries of hyperspace. But some advanced entities have learned how 2 focus their attention correctly and this enables them 2 properly channel the correct energies that will permit them total control over both the dreamshift of astrallity as well as all over the endless hyperspace, of which, this particular here and now world is but a point from a pencil on a sheet of paper the size of a googolplex parsecs long in a million dimensions.

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Things R happening around here faster than the velocity of the photon, squared. All I can do is go with the tide and try 2 watch out 4 Debbie Harry the Blondie. Low tide, high tide, flowing all around me, lose a ride, win a ride, matters nothing 2U, don’t hide, U can’t hide, I can C right through U. Well Briggbase, U just go ion being the endless scum U were always and obviously meant 2B, and do not expect Sarah-Stacey 2B impressed just because U have the tune “ETERNITY WITH STACEY” blaring out over the Teck Bay forever and ever. She hates all of U evil dudes and dudesses.

GOOGLE ENGINE, SATELLITE WORLD INTERCONNECTION SYSTEM, WORLD LABORATORIES OF KING/SOIFER, this is all the total truth so help me Sarah-Stacey Krassle (GOD ALL MIGHTY) and nothing had been omitted nor added to or from this absolute truth. Copyright 2009, Michael Mountainpen, as both THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN AND MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN, Bra!!!!!!!! This is all blahhhhhhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blummmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

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