WASHCLOTHS, CHAPTER #9

Washcloths, chapter #9
DATFILE: 041510.539
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Things R very bad. What else is new? I lost my freaking notes so I must type as the ‘spirit leads’ which many times in fact is how these blogs do get written, but I had definite things I needed 2 say, and that is of course when the notes vanish, they may B in the freaking automobile.

I have annoying neighbors, Highview Cheers repeats its 1986 self, huh, Library of Congress? Also the bennies R horrible here in this poverty area and state, 4 someone such as myself, stuck on Social Security Disability, the job markets also R extremely depressed in this county and general area, and the sky harassment was bad in the early morning, planes and trails, not super, just there and annoying, and very old.

Last night I experienced an attack physically, in fact 4 some time I have been getting more death angel passes, along with lots of body attacks done naturally with all their secret covert weaponry that of course, DOES NOT EXIST!!!!!!! Each time lately that it appears that Diana (lightning) is close and should B paying me a nice visit, the storm blows off and away, and no Diana, still, last night, she and I were together on the Astral worlds, and the interactions were quite beautiful. We were over at the Peach Dune area, about 60 miles from Mount Pinkdune at the Teckwaters, at the great and awesome Teck Bay. I was lost in her love, but as with so many times, I then lost my concentration on being there with her 4 just long enough 2 astrally-fall-asleep, hence waking up back here again, how horrendous.

Jim Burr, as U all know, told me many wild things, shortly after our first meeting and encounter as co-students, at the Professional Careers Institute in Cherry Hill, New Jersey around July somewhere of the year 1973. He had a strange pal, as did Dave Roth, 12 years later, but this blog is not about David Roth nor his systems analyst pal Wil MacAfee. It is about Jim. It is an earlier period in my life, and he said many powerful things 2 me on numerous occasions, but the ones that mostly stuck with me and r with me huge and hyper time 2 this very day, hour, minute, and second, is the topic of today’s conversation. He was so totally correct in 1974 when he would repeatedly tell me, “Mark, your problems R definitely because of something in your family”. No Bruce Pennock errors were permitted in these words of awesome power and near-human omniscience. I thought the dude was a total whack job nut case who had totally bananad out on me, the sentence in those days seemed beyond an esoteric and paranormal statement, but into the definite crazy-zones and territories. I mean, families followed us genetically, blood, diseases, genes, U know, but “problems”? I don’t know, U need 2 first realize and fully understand, that these were other times, another planet almost, and the ‘spirit of these middle seventies TIMES just made a sentence like Jim’s, way out there and 2 me anyhow, proof of powerful candidacy 4 sike institution stays and maybe even shock treatment, all though this was never a good thing, it messed up my crazy Aunt Barbara huge time around the nineteen-forties, or there somewhere about. Mary Tyler Moore had a great movie out around the year of 1980 about a son who had a boating accident and then shortly thereafter tried 2 off himself, and had this same procedure done in the hospital. I do not think it is even a recognized procedure any longer. In Hollywood’s Hyperspace, her husband was the track coach in the movie called, “Without Limits”, he is a great actor, one of my faves, Donald Sutherland. I bring this up only and merely 2 remind my Morians and Lessians alike, of how we can get sort of a mental view of HS, using Hollywood and their plays and movies, with the acting personal all revolving around in their roles. There is a lot more 2 this topic, and even more than that, on the topic of my now deceased aunt, Barbara Maud Mason Powell, who bore a son, Donald, the gay cousin, all though I tend 2 believe and based on lots of evidence not proven, that most of my cousins go either in both sexual directions, or just the way that shall I say, I know I would not ever go, and leave that right there where the hell it belongs. In any event, so that I do not further divert away from the point being made right now, this great bayfish that hurled out Jonah a long time ago, and then did other faves 4 the love of his life, Scylla, is trying 2 say that Jim Burr, made a powerful and wild, 4 the times, judgment call, regarding my problems and woes, and this was just told and blogged. I thought he had lost both it, and all else, as well, only, he did turn out 2B totally accurate. He picked it right 2 the (Prophet of Nothing) letter, only no skies were being made any bluer 4 me as a resulting factor. In fact, meeting Jim Burr and what followed and resulted from both him and his wild inventor friend Zvonko, proved 2 do just the freaking opposite at C-squared, BRO!!!!!!!!! Originally, 1974 was the time I was introduced 2 one of his inventions, and parts of the either one. Later on 9 and a half years later in the autumn of 1983 after moving out of the rental house on Norris Avenue in Atco, NJUSAESMWG, and returning back 2 the Robin Hill Apartment Complex 4 the second of 3 stays there ranging in and throughout linear time from the first day of May in 1980, through the end of March of 1991, both of these fine ‘gentlemen’ had returned, and what started as a machine that shone a photo electric cell unit of some type down onto a home made record player turn-table system, and other connected electronic pertinent apparatus; expanded into quite a bit more. Not more as far as machines and inventions and along this line, but more in that Julia White and her 50 million year plan of using me in the wildest cosmic game of her endless career of ultimate Gates-Games, and HERS as well, using him as her unwilling but FORCED, dominated exploratron, up through and until she had finished the game around middle 2005 AD, and needed ‘him, Dave, and Wil Mack, no longer’, this is of course just my humble whittle opinion here, but it still is in fact America, leaving me somewhat free 2 voice it on the internet. As the greatest known 2 date mind of all human civilization here in this localized HS and time circa, Albert Einstein, recognized very early into his world of explaining physical laws, career, made the mighty observation, that the more U learn, the more U cannot escape learning and knowing that U actually R understanding less all the time. The complexity that causes this problem that he himself both observed and documented in journal notes, as well as told my dad once in the Princeton, New Jersey park, shortly B4 his death, is built into what the future calls, LAWTRONICS. Lawtronics does in fact, do 2 powerful things, it permits, first, a great game 2 B played, that distracts those who R aware of a hell not humanly within mind grasp of it, 2 temporarily divert away and not dwell on and think surfacely and consciously about it. Then it builds into everything that is in fact THIS GAME, a never beatable round robin rule system. When U get onto something and begin 2 work out any new cozy idea, it is in no time ripped away from U, and this is Y science changes and grows day by day, millennium by millennium, and in truth is about as blind and ignorant of the physical realities that surround all of us, as a million bats all partying together and slamming head onto the cave walls. If after all, the stuff could ever really B figured out, the game would B over, and so would the distraction, leaving all of us in no time 2 realize as I do, the unspeakable and unfathomable hell of existing, and that time is not even a real part of this existence at pure truth. Hence how can our ‘existence’ have ever begun, and how could it ever end either?

Here is one tiny example, and perhaps my readers will not C it in an obvious connection, and hence come 2 veheminantly disagree with me on what I now blog and say, but it will B now told in any event lads and lassies. There was a movie that is highly recommended by Morianity’s head and writer of the faith, MOUNTAINPEN, called, “THE 7TH STREAM”. It was originally written in 1986, no other, and made in 2001, fifteen years later, after Atlantic Queen, my song, had recently been officially made a part of the Library of Congress Copyright Office. All the years since my writing the song, AQ, I thought that McGuire and his peeps, had supernatural ways of doing things, based on electromagnetic abnormalities that I believed, and still do believe, exist all around his once called 4 more than 9 and a half decades, Pittsburg Hotel, on 10-SC Avenue, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. After seeing this great movie yesterday 4 the very first time, I have come 2 hear the mighty cosmos and MOC speaking 2 me on a totally different vibrational frequency. Jim Burr again, fits right smack dab in the freaking pucking middle of all of this, so let me explain now just how he in fact does, if U please!! One of his other numerous great and remembered statements of ‘wisdom’ ,made 2 me by him around the middle nineteen-seventies time era, went as follow: “Mark, I do not C it the way U do, U believe that magnetics is behind the supernatural, and I am telling U that the supernatural is behind magnetics”. Last night in a powerful ‘dream-interaction’, I was right here at this seat in this Fort Pierce, Florida library, and typing this exact thing. In the interaction, right about now, a disaster occurred, somebody came over and said something horrible 2 me, and I hope that I do not ‘dream-in-this-pain’, now in the so- called ‘waking-life’. There R3 types of EXPLORATRONS, and 4 types of exploratronic activity. The type 0-3 or 4 types R as follows: Peeps with little or absolutely no so-called dreaming recall while back here and awake. This is type #0. The most normal and common is type #1, and this is the recessent and unaware non-lucid exploratron. Type #2 is the aware and lucid yet still recessent exploratron. The rarest of all, in these times of the backward mind, sorry if the truth hurts us all a bit, is type #4 Exploratrons. These R dominant Exploratrons. They in fact intentionally R there, and living through another thing that normally and usually is a hyperspace doppelganger of their own self, and super advanced type 3-EXTNS can also dream through things other than their own self-doubles in the HS, ‘doppelgangers’. Did any of U out here go through 20-60 years or so of your life, without ever hearing someone U know or anyone just around your physical proximity, say the phrase, “I wonder what got into her”, or “gee man, what is getting into U today?” Well, in most cases, I’ll B quite candid with my Blogaudian readership, and tell U the outright and blunt answer 2 your query, DOMINANT EXPLORATRONS.

As 4 Robert McGuire and his fixed-magnetic-worm-hole, or Jim Burr’s idea of Satan worship by him and his powerful Irish clan, but whatever the case may B, he has proven 2 things 2 me on more than one single occasion. The truth is the same answer no matter which direction that the question in fact attacks it. 2+2 is 4, even if U substitute a symbol of _-_-<>|| for the (2), hence 4 is still the equal of 2+2, or of, _-_-<>||. It always goes back 2 the lovely Rose-Shakespeare, and the truth that if U name a rose, DOGSHIT, it may sound vulgar and turn a lot of people off, but it still remains a rose, and does not shape shift, alter, or in any other way metamorphose into dog-shit. If in fact, a more sorcerers reality is involved with these peeps on 10-SC Avenue in ACNJUSAESMWG, fine, but either way, roses or dog-shit in words, it still is roses, or in the case of the great Mc-G, it still comes up monstrous, hellish, and if anything ever has been the product of Apollo-Lucifer operating and working on a tangible project here on the physical-plane or the Earth world, this man is behind it all, and that I know, and I know what I know, with all of my once cut, and shortly thereafter ‘heeled’ fingers, and Casino Control Commissioners, huh Karen Simons. Yeah, U really let me down KS, oh well, am I really so Donna summer shocked and surprised, after-all, I do not need 2 hear it on the radio, this is all old music and dance steps 2 me, and I have been going around and around in this looped nightmare, Star-Ship Engineer Jordy, 200 or more times, roughly every 45-75 trillion years. I live in a hypersphere and a locked closed curve repeating infinity, Gary Stone, U and I know this, Y can’t others seem 2 ever B able 2 grasp this simplicity, Gary, me old 1979 buddy from Certainteed of Berlin??????????? Play on, that lovely organ music my sidewalk science moon-man, love your song pal, keep up the good work, both Gary Stone and I salute U, and have been doing this since B4 the eighties ever came rolling around the hypersphere from the last time they were here, and the time B4 that, and so forth.

Hay BRAH, doU want some bigger magic than anything all of these powerful peeps from gorgeous Ireland could ever pull off or hope 2 imagine? Take my blog and read it backwards in reverse chronological order, starting from any dated blog or chapter, over 4 or more years. Then tell me that U think any Hollywood fiction writer could pull off something this powerful and perfectly connected, with perhaps the small exceptions on rare occasions of the old Bruce Pennock error slipping through the humanity factor in rarity. There is no other thing anywhere like the BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, U know it and I know it, and all the Britney and Martha and Oprah blogs all put together, cannot ever match this powerful bunch of truths, and nightmarish and frightening told realities and true stories, covering a time period of going on 60 years now, BRR!!!!!!!!! This simple thing printed here now, and yes, printed upon a few prior occasions as well, is my most awesome convincing evidence that truth lies somewhere in all of this wild, gargantuan, and unfathomable MORIANITY story.

How could I ever tell it all? Just the need 2 keep reviewing the major events, such as what McGuire did in 2006 to myself and Edward Lynch, on 10-SC Avenue, my pants going or not going down 2 my shoe proper length on the security job back in 1988 in Pennsauken, NJUSAESMWG, the attempted murder by NASA driver Jackson in 1988 on Highway 295 in Burlington or Mercer County somewhere in New Jersey, and literally 300 or more things this huge and power packed with totally unexplainable stuff, will keep me in endless blogging and we all know it. When I first met Dave, we did a lot of bogging, now after his expiration in early March of 2002, Chris Bennett the furrier and guard, put the life-letter-(L), in the word bogging, now I do not waste a lot of time exploring the Jersey Pine Barrens, nor do I run from the Leeds family monster in the wee early morning hours, or sip on Pedersen’s Cranberry-Wine, and discuss the intricate details of his country musical career that would have taken Studio Park Records 2 the center of the music maps, if not 4, what else, JW, and her many CES, DOMINATING TYPE-3 EXPLORATRONS!!!!!!!!!!!! Let’s talk about Long Island, Mini-Great Vi-queen First Lieutenant Julie, and several of her main current time dopps (doppelgangers). It was no PARLOR TRICK, that was accomplished, when I sent down 4 United States Copyright registration and protection, on Halloween Day in 2007, my musical project named, “KARAOKEY LUCHBREAK AT THE SORIAN GUARDHOUSE”. Actually, I wanted the title 2 include the Sorian-(18) guardhouse, but as with the bitter-bad MS syndrome, and not wanting me 2 register a tune title that includes anyone’s’ Christian and sir name, such as in the case in 1997 early in the year, with SARAH CALLIO. YYY, Jimmie-boy?????????? Y did I send this on Halloween day, along with 2 years 2 the very day B4 that, the prior musical project that I sent down 4 US copyright, as well as in 1994, the 1st of 3 times, all projects sent on Halloween day, the first one being my book on cassette tape called, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER” Y did I holler out the title 2 the opening of the song about the next VI-QUEEN in command in Sarah-Stacey’s gang of teenaged giant goddesses from Viqueens Island? Y always on October 31, Merry Hollister Howard. Y did Tom “CARPENTER LOIS FOCA” relieve me so early, causing the other karaoke REAL-GOOD-GRL song 2 need B redone on another shift? YYYYYYYYYY????????? Well, my conscious mind has no answer, but the parlor trick lies in my sub higher mind and what it knew all along, and wanted 2 obviously make a permanent part in the world of optimum history marker making, using what better means I ask U, than the United States Office of the Copyrights, LOC???????? Y did I scream out “MARYLOU, and “MI” on both the songs from 2002-‘MU’, and on the REAL-GOOD-GIRL-1986? I DID NOT DO THIS AS SOME PARLOR TRICK, CONSCIOUSLY. The parlor trick is that we all know every second of our entire lifetimes, in our deeper buried subconscious parts of ourselves even while in human forms. I only remembered Merry being punished and how it all connected with Halloween, and 1974, and the FASCITAR, and my other paranormal stuff, very recently, within the past month really. How could even a genius 4 times smarter than the STEIN, manage 2 pull off these tricks, intentionally? Well, my pernt Archie is that they most certainly COULD NOT!!!!! Still, we all have many built in protection mechanisms within our so-called human-psyche. Deep in your dreaming mind and higher minds within and inside of all of U, does lie tomorrow’s lottery jackpot numbers as well. This is no parlor trick, but still, very few type-3 full EXPLORATRON-TRAVELERS, R amongst us when seen as a ratio of the total global and United States populations in general.

May I now take U into another daring area B4 returning 2 bully big-man McGuire? This is all public information, and I only ponder on what I tell U now, U do your own math and work out your own cozy zone of possibilities that fit your individual style of thoughts. But remember that the odds of arguing successfully with me or really, against me, on this topic I now will introduce Mizz Jacobson of 1972 autumns, is and will always B, a staggering figure, perhaps in the order of many quintillions 2 one against it being able 2 happen, without MY EXPLANATION that now is coming. There R roughly a group of about 60 peeps world wide, if U carefully study the public records, that R what I call ODMP or (ODDS-DEFYING-MORIANITY-PROVERS). Oh the gods, what now is this monster mouth Mountainpen going 2 open up here, U wonder huh? Well, a can of worms the size of nuked night crawlers might start 2 describe it, as it may not at first seem 2B a huge bowl of soup 2U peeps out here, but think hard and long about it, and all my claims of EXPLORATRON TRAVELERS of the 3rd type, and in lieu of hearing statements all your life such as, “Gee, what got into U, BRO”, and finally the entire loose ends of Morianity, all tying up so perfectly and neatly when this is viewed with these belief systems.

I speak of the 60 consistent lottery winners in varying states in America, spread geographically around real nicely may I add, perhaps 4 effect, maybe coincidentally, this can B topic 4 other times and occasions, BRO. Any 6-8 digit lottery win is called ULW or ultra-large-wins. Those that keep records of winners, and even consistent winners, use this, I just copy things I have seen in my major research. Now, a repeating winner of this size and magnitude or a RULW, pronounced by some secret researchers even as I type this document up, RULWEE’s, R either able 2 buck odds in the quintillions 2 one against this possible occurrence, or the only explanation remaining 4 this phenomenon, is that indeed, these R proven (TYPE-3 DOMINANT EXPLORATRONS), only these CES groups R capable of pulling this off, or pulling off, dreaming they R vehicles with strange unnatural abilities, far beyond Kent, as well as normal road driving mechanical limitations.

I am just opening up subjects today, and in recent days and weeks. As I said, Julia White, who I identified as Paula King 4 quite a few years, along with Sarah Callio, and the mighty elusive Mister Irish Butterfly of Silver Valley Carlisle, Robert McGuire, R and will B always, the main characters of the play written by Mountainpen, still, this is not a fictional play, it is a real life bio, and names R not changed, ever wonder Y these innocent lovely angels never try and sue me? Even broke and in debt, a successful legal suit against the Mountainpen, would certainly work 2 shut me up, and land me doing some prison time. But they would have 2 walk into a pucking law court, and prove me out 2B a LIAR, and risk powerful major exposure on all of their unspeakable deeds, such as the “GONE MISSING CHILDREN”, and the Earthly counterpart of the evil third of the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, the LAMBRIGGER CULT OF THE ASTAL PLANE. THEY R GUILTY of horrific monstrous shit lads and lassies, and I am not the tiniest bit guilty of ever doing one thing 2 any of this wickedness, other than perhaps 2 speak out just as often and as brazenly as I possibly can, in my own freaking defense.

James Rockford knows and I’m quite sure remembers only 2 well, loose teeth and all, that we can always get back 2 all of these things, as I said and now in reiteration, this is but a small opening of a few doors, the rooms we will later B walking into and the corridors and other doors that all lay beyond that will all get discussed totally, and in full elucidation, eventually, B rest assured of this. Scylla, take all of the doors off of the LAKEHOUSE hinges that U want my lovely brown eyed love. No matter what U and your family ever manage 2 do 2 me, I will always B your {{{{(THAT-BOY)}}}}!!!!, and U will always B my SPECIAL TALL BROWN EYED GIRL, SO NEVER FORGET THAT, AS IWALU, AND (HS) NOTWITHSTANDING!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, musicals, Henningsens, Hingers, Philharmonics, Met Operas, gone-missing chains and kids, burned beach books, and Lakehouses all notwithstanding here, Morianity lives, and goes on telling the swelling. Simpler put, Sarah and her mysteries, the other Sarah, with her late 20th century song, still, all things exist 4 a reason, and while indeed my powerful quest and search 2 locate the elusive all mighty teen queen of my endless existence, was all occurring in these simultaneous pieces of pico-glory-energies, (C-prior blogs) on this, remember that MOC, mind of cosmos is screaming out endless stories and truths 4 all seekers, looking 2 find and C them all, they R in abundance, they R allover everywhere, it is not a difficult treasure dig. This would not appeal 2 men like my late father, or Mister Mel Fisher or Mister Kip Wagner, or other RIHC MISTERS. Still, I am not saying that I intentionally used tricks 2 make any of my current time blog text more exciting or credible in any way. I am only the product of my own self in hyper-time super survival mode, and the switch is turned up 2 the total max-out position lads and lassies, this is not something I did, this remember please, is something that “THEY DID”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They being of course what I now have recently named and labeled, UNITAWF. Still, I hold no resentments or grudge feelings of any kind 2 those not doing anything against me 2 hurt me, especially on any awake and or intentional level. Only the guilty should ever B forced 2 pay 4 their crimes, it does absolutely no good whatsoever 2 punish targeted innocents, the old lynching trees went out with the covered wagon, and thank the gods 4 it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hopefully a day of more human world enlightenment will come, but I am a realist, and know quite well that is not around any corners or bends. 4 right now, I bring this blogging job 2 an end 4 this Thursday. B good 2 yourself Governor Cali, I am back and here, and was there in 1988 as well and long B4 that, my ol’ pal. Keep working out, BRO, U look wonderful.

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