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I am so glad that I never feel a necessity 2 begin at any particular place. Most stories, both long or short, feel the need in literary procedural circles, 2 have this, just as proper punctuation and spelling goes hand and hand, and nobody would by a book filled with lots of incorrect items such as these. Well, I am not selling anything, and no longer care one bit, who is reading what, or who may ever decide 2 get involved and help not only me but possibly all of the entire humankind. The only thing that all ready is occurring and nothing else matters, is that I understand what ‘electronics’ really is or better said, ‘WHO THEY really R’. This is all that matters, the direct communication of my life story that is all the total truth, or my attempts at occasional legwork, guesswork, and police-work, 4 getting at these truths, being transmitted out into any medium that is run by electrons bringing these tiny smelly little ‘invaders’ 2 life on their breadboards, and directly being in some kind of yet totally unknown even by me, contact with them on all of this. Just as either 100 or 99.9 with a lot more nines after this one, of the total world population, is totally disbelieving and mocking me at my words, now in 2010, plus or minus a few decades or so; remember that if U indeed were able 2 pop back physically 300 years, and bring with U, battery operated tape recorders, and walkie-talkies, and a few other super ‘parlor trick machines’, U might just get thrown into prison, or burned as a witch.

This is how society evolves and alters as time passes, despite the truth that time does not pass, and merely is always a frozen instant, with a totally false and fake memory and material equivalents 2 that memory, riding along behind us at all ‘times’. This was not understood until 1992, and then only, by a very small group of tremendously enlightened persons who knew a lot, yet still did not cement it all together until then, broken mother backs and all, along with some marvelous old organ music as well. They did however have knowledge and awareness 2 great cosmic truths as far back as the sixties. Then they also had an exploratron traveler send me this message and influence me 2 write the song entitled, “The Morning Light, back around late summertime of 1979 or the lyrics anyway, the music was done by me 5 years earlier, but music is nothing more than precise combinations of tonal pitches or frequencies, along with timing and phrasing and other characteristics of each individual note of the musical work. There is no need 2 have a degree from the all mighty Julliard of Manhattan, 2 know a few basic truths about that. This is not even close 2 a small course in basic music theory 101. But all the Julliard Music Schools in the universe do not understand as of this date and time, that this magical mix of frequencies with vocal and instrumental square wave sound types, is all something that never happens at ant ‘time’ here, first. It is all something that simply exists, and then individual personalities in human waking realms R sent various signals into their receiving mental processes, and then they also R sent a powerful illusion that makes them believe, yo, I just created this great song. This simply put is not the case, no human being is ever making up one thing, no play, no fictional character, it is cosmically and lawtronically not possible 2 ever do so. UR connecting into something else in a way almost exactly as an electronic device as it gets plugged into a live electrical wall receptacle, is receiving the electrons that enable the magic 2 all happen. The greatest school in my tri state area at one time and maybe still, I do not know, called Philadelphia Wireless, will tell U, that the greatest minds may understand HOW electricity works and functions, but they R totally clueless 2 exactly WHAT it really is? Well HER name is Diana Arteemis, and this will not B known by the populous 4 well over 100 more years, hyperspace tangible teacher Marola. Y she entered my world in her dreams and became my special-ed-teacher here in Haddonfield in 1969, is way more complex than I can start 2 blog anything about today, just bits and pieces of a connecting reality will B touched on as I proceed along.

In about a dozen or so extremely close parallel universes, where not that many alterations from this one R existing, there is one in particular that fascinates me 2 no end. It also is responsible ever since my getting onto it being really there, as well as its effects on me in my universe here, 4 my extreme miseries, and literally thousands of shed tears through decades of time. This is the locale in hyperspace, and remember that all of them R continuously changing further away from each other almost as galaxies appear 2 do in a space dimension. As they seem 2\grow more apart in distance in each individual universe, universes themselves R also growing more and more transdimensionally apart as a result of the 6th dimension sending continually varying signals on different bandwidths 2 the carbon interactors in each one. This results in people or similar sentient entities choosing constantly different pathways on every possible thing down 2 deciding in one universe 2 war black shoes and a red jersey in one, and brown shoes and a blue jersey in another. Small things can then go on to literally domino where scowling at the wrong person on a street who all ready is in a fowl mood, might B his final camel straw trigger 2 shoot his boss that day, and if that scowled face had not come his way, this never would have occurred at the man who was never shot, went on 2 father a son who grew up 2B the 49th President of the United States, and created world peace 4 the first time in more than 13,000 years. One scowling face on the street can do this, potentially? Yes it can, and this is just 101-AAAAA.00000001 in lessons of hyperspace quantum mechanics, BRO. This leads me 2 just touch on Mrs. Marola now from 1969. The problem is that most persons graduate from both high school, as well as 4 years of college, majoring in one subject, as all college kids know that this is the rule of these 4 years of post high school curriculum. Yet they R all doing so without hardly any of them knowing squat about advanced astrophysics and quantum dynamics. It may B touched on in various advanced courses in mathematics, and that is that. My discussions, all though totally real, and R by no means the far out ravings and delusions of the byproduct of insanity, R kept in the realm of science fiction 100%, and this 4 those dudes and dudesses that have graduated the 16th grade, as educated peeps jokingly have been known 2 refer 2 a 4 year college education, with years of well rounded education under their belts and expensive tuition fees gone from the parents of many a hard working family, and yet these 16 year educated peeps, think this entire thing is either science fiction or mental illness. Unfortunately, the “MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT” Syndrome, of Doctor Bruce Goldberg, in his marvelous informative book called, “Time Travelers From Our Future”, is totally not only real, but definitely an intentionally created agenda by those not wishing the general public 2 ever have the real facts about what is behind humanity. First off the 2 basic power structures would immediately become endangered should all of this truth ever come out and blatantly hit the fan, the churches and the governments of Planet Earth. As we know both of these bodies right now, overnight, they would B forced 2 radically alter, not a pleasant thought if UR in control of either one of these power structures.

Let me begin with the 1994 book that I wrote and copyrighted, or some phase-4 being on the Astral Plane used my life and beingness here on the tangible realm on this particular atomic vibration in hyperspace, 2 write this book. The part about my Raspberry Valley hyperspace experience, was major 4 numerous reasons that many must remain 4 now totally not bloggable. The dude that kicked me out of my own large walk-up rooming house on Ohio Avenue, was indeed the son of Martino, who went out of his way 9 days earlier 2 knock on my door and spray a can of what Doctor Rogers calls on the “Law and Order” television show, Milk-Of-Amnesia, into my face in early August in the year 1986. It was a can of Mace that was refilled with this MOA. The great Dick Wolf, I totally believe, knew my pain, and eased it along with lots of ‘fields’, ‘dreams’, matched dates 2 coincidental 2B a coincidence ‘Yogi’, and read my recent blogging texts, and decided 2 tell me what basically happened 2 me, without really ever telling me, the SSS, or “Scylla’s Subtlety Syndrome”. U helped me more than U ever will know, kind sir, and if I ever raise up my 7 Spanish galleons that my dad left me the charts 4, I will not forget U and your wonderful family, in my will and testament, thank U.

Now moving on, 13 years and a month later, in September of ‘99, while I was dating Helen Zabrisky, a 49 year old beauty queen that turned the heads of every dude no matter where we went, had Martino madly in love with her. He had walked into the Sands Casino Blue Parrot Club, a now defunked casualty of the HMRS, or the (HISTORY MARKERS REMOVAL SOCIETY), and his parents Mister and Misses Martino were min there as well, this is the night I was deafened with that horrific harmonica playing, the guy thought he was a musician 4 crying out loud, like his cousin Al, BULL, no comparison, tell your cuz 2 keep his day job with the mafia, BRO. He came in with a girl about 6 feet 9 inches tall with no heels on, with long beautiful dark hair and was trying 2 get us 2 swap dates. He and his giant piece of trash can go straight 2 the fires of hot burning Haidees. I am not one bit interested in her, she may have been his sister, I am not positive of my facts. If he wanted Helen, he could have her, I was just casually dating, and did not give a rats behind about her, she like all the women that I ever have known, R pure trash. That same girl was in my house after this monster sprayed the mace can at me, and this is all YI wrote a song 14 years later called, BLOOD ON MY SHOE. A lot of it was major repressed memories coming back 2 me in the form of so-called made-up song lyrics. Now Y Misses Marola was so intent in a parallel universe, on coming into this universe as an exploratron, where she had literally been my teacher ‘over there’ at the grammar school about 500 yards south of Harborfields Detention Center in Egg Harbor, New Jersey, and a cousin of Jamie Silva from Puerto Rico works right here and now in this universe as a Crossing Guard, but Y she cared so much about coming here 2 where I was as the ME that I AM here and now, is not presently known. I just know that it all indeed happened, and that over there, where I had created the billion dollar land management corporation, called STARBURN OUTREACH DEVELOPMENT, I had attended that elementary school, and there is no High School in Egg Harbor City, New Jersey, only in EHT or Egg Harbor Township, NJUSAESMWG, that frequency atomically, I believe the combo of atomic vibration in both P and S orbits of 1.095837466727 X 10 to the power 16 mixed with minus 1.83094425309114 X 10 to the power of 16 cycles per second. This very high and very low combined pitch blend, as subatomic particles travel in various orbiting paths inside of atoms, causes agreements 2 bring universes 2 bind together, but only as the 6th dimension alters them in the instant by instant signaling process. This is Y Misses Marola had all of out in that roll call and I did not respond correctly, as the school was given my middle name as my last name, and when she said, “Mark Martin” instead of Mark Rusty”, I stood there until my mom who had just dropped me off and drove a car in that dimension of hyperspace unlike here, and overheard her and my non response, she yelled over 2 me 2 say that I am present in the roll call. Then she marched into the school, I guess 2 holler mat the office 4 getting my name wrong. My 2 daughters also went here, and later on after I was shot 2 death by a state policeman who weirdly enough resembles physically, Detective Bernard on the Law and Order Show, and I had this dream long B4 old Green got into trouble and I ever ‘saw him on TV’, Lois Foca, but my older daughter went 2 the EHT HS, and my younger one never completed the grammar school as she was given a 3-9 at the detention center 4 attempting 2 avenge her father’s murder. Now, look at all of the hyperspace effects involved, people I never saw on TV become a star in the show I watch and even get told things through, the name of the Detention Center, Mayor Levy’s involvement with it, the actual school name in New York in North Long Island where MYE went, and on and on and on. But now we will switch over 2 my researcher and the HUNTINGTON CURSE. This is gonna get real hairy, but thanks 2 the knowledge of exploratronics, I NO LONGER BELIEVE THAT I HAVE 2 SWITCH MY OWN BELIEF SYSTEMS AS FAR AS PHYSICAL TIME TRAVEL IS CONCERNED. My seeing the World Series ahead of time and the big parade in 2008, my not seeing it in 2009, my seeing the Challenger Shuttle blow up exactly as it did, my seeing the house at 65 Middle Road in Blueberry-capitol-ville, New Jersey, the Pennsylvania Lottery being a 4-9-5 boxed outcome, and so much more, it all is explained as EXPLORATRONICS, not PHYSICAL TRAVEL. It is misunderstood and not understood, so it is a great parlor trick, but there is NO SUCH THING AS REAL PHYSICAL TIME TRAVEL, there never was, and there never will B. Also, there R no aliens in space, only us on the other side of the hypersphere, far more advanced that anything out wildest imaginations could ever take our limited tiny present minds into!!!!!!!!!!!!! So how do we explain the vanishing HUNTINGTON’S???????????????????? Very simply. I was a boy, not a grown man, and it seems I got the story a little bit off, and along with some trick memory as well, and here is what really happened, and then we must really reevaluate all of this.

Herbert Huntington was a man right out of the TWILIGHT ZONE. He was melodramatic, young peeps might call him a drama king. He was quite a wild character, but no murderer. He did say to my cousins after overhearing a conversation in one of their numerous homes, either the one in Massapequa Park, or up in Huntington itself, about 2 dozen miles northeast of there in Huntington, remember I was a kid, not grown up, I may not even remember the geography all that well. He made a bow as U would 2 a king when he overheard someone in the family ask another member how long he was going 2 stay at the house, as obviously he was wearing out his welcome with an overextended visit. Remember how Lenny Briscoe says on L&O, that he can barely get through Thanksgiving dinner with his peeps. So right out of Vaudeville, he walks into the room that night where all his cousins were, like the Drawing Room at Colinwood might sort of resemble on that super serial soap opera show of the sixties, Dark Shadows, and he deeply bows and then says, “I will never darken your doorstep again”. This same thing was actually said and done on this mind bending show, DARK SHADOWS, and it is things such as this, that makes me wonder just what all of Hollywood knows, and always has known, about me and my peeps. It just seems 2B a real Yogi Berra deal where it seems a tad 2 bit coincidental, 2B a real coincidence, and I know that my L&O doggie fans don’t buy into it, such as Jack McCoy, Abbey Carmichael, U name them, all the peeps in the prosecutor’s office throughout the duration of this stupendous long running law show, BRO. But here is the new information just in from my research dude: It seems he did go away, and forever left the branch of cousins there, and moved up 2 Connecticut 4 a while where our family settled, and my 7th grandfather held 2 full terms asd the Governor and died during his 3rd term in office in the year of 1796, Barnabas Coincidences Collins Shadows!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later he and his wife had a son, and he grew up and married at a yo0ung age, a lady named Alice Gallagher. The name of Herbert’s son was Arthur Huntington. Arthur and Alice Huntington indeed were the ones involved in the horrendous massacre in Braintree, Massachusetts. Even though ‘Uncle Arthur’ as my mom had me call him or refer 2 him as, all though really, the late Uncle Arthur, did this unspeakable deed of taking an ax 2 his wife Auntie Alice and her mom, and then went 2 the basement where he hung himself, the area Historical Societies, sort of sugarcoats the words describing these deeds a little. Now if UR ready 4 the mind blow of the (BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN), this incident occurred shortly B4I was born on 4 December of 1954, ‘Paul Stoddard’ Briggbase Cultist Victim. How 2 this very day, the harassing telephone ringing in ‘HIS’ room at the Collinsport Inn, in that show, sends shivers, chills and Donna Gaines Goosebumps right up the spine of this poor pathetic Julia-White-Boy, Copyright Office of the United States!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OK, Mister Late John King, with or without the ‘2’, there BODA, my little secret abbreviation 4 right now, let me move this along and tell U that this all happened B4I was ‘born’ as me, MOUNTAINPEN, MOHR, RUSTY, or vigintillions of other unknown names on other atomic freaks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems that the Historical Societies show the date of this atrocity or double homicide/suicide, as FEBRUARY 1st, in the year 1948. Shut up, no connection 2 Roswell I’m sure, so don’t go here. As 4 other white boy connections, that can remain an open plausible query, fiends and friends of the number 31, and many H-words, such as Hammonton, Huntington, Halloween, and HA-HA-HOO Hickabod Hcrane!!!!!! If U don’t try and laugh sometimes, U will cry, that is no made up phony wives tale. I cried like a baby in the woods when I took Chicky this mourning 2 his job. I went out into the nearby woods and cried like a tiny little kid. Not that one soul gives a hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If U study all the ghost stories written 4 more than a hundred years, some people want revenge after they R horrifically murdered. I tend 2C a less paranormal thing here however. My mother has the name GRACE, my father has the name MOHR. No other cousin close 2 me at all, has an (H) in their name. Also, Gallagher is a 80% letter containment with the name Grace, or said more plainly, out of the 5 letters in my mom’s name, G-R-A-C-E, all except 4 the {C} have matching letters, (G)(A)LL(A)GH(E)R----{G}{R}{A}C{E}. MO(H)R-------------(H)UNTINGTON. This is maybe the purely scientific methodology, using parallel event, and pure mathematical match ups in lettering similarities, as a cause of YI have been passed down some kind of “WHAT COMES AROUND, GOES AROUND” thing, and don’t tell me U all have never heard of that!!!!!!!!!!!!

As 4 my never being able 2 escape Long Island, that nightmare has been recurring recently, gee I wonder Y? Oh Jimmy, those bright eyes of yours on the friggin’ boardwalk in 1986. I only wish it had been your china instead of Karpf’s floor, Mister Martino Junior, that I was using 2 keep that beat 2, in the song from summertime 1986, entitled, ‘REAL GOOD GIRL’. But Y did all of U care so much about that song, and being active participants in it? Well, I am beginning now 2 formulate some wild, yet fantastic great theories on this new weird wonder. After-all, those who have accused me of balloon hoaxes have yet 2 even start 2 explain how exploratronics could get my daughter’s name on a master open reel tape and sent back 2 the year 1986 and into the Library of Congress? Y do U think she was a little bit up set some time back, 4 those loyal fans who know about it????????????????????? I am every bit as upset by as of this 2 MYE, hope we can figure it all out someday, got a note from cuz Rog last night, yo, this one is a doozie. Well, I must take my wonderful King Ann over 2 the Judge’s rooming house, where she cleans it and makes a little pin money on the side so she can smoke herself 2 death. My roulette has been kicking major hyper time butt. The evil empire can score and score, and they can persecute me 2 my grave, but these systems R freaking holding, BRO.

Well, now U all know YI stuck 2 my friggin’; guns on time travel, I never will cave in and believe that somehow all of it is not a huge parlor trick. Still, without Collingswood High giving me a fake diploma, and a real student becoming a Brigger, RGG never would have been written. Not without the newscaster who was acting filthy with as 16 year old girl, and Doctor Ladoo, without those 2 things, none of it r=ever would have broken anyone’s heart in any number of pieces. Oh well Sir Rodney, guess that’s just the way it freaking goes, BRR!!!!!

Google Engine, SWIS, and World Labs, this is all truth and sworn, and it is all registered and copyrighted, and is the intellectual property of 1 MWM, or in a parallel world, 1 MMR, BYE-BYE, y’all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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