THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
CHAPTER 15---DATFILE WORLD LABS SEND-BACK-TEXT:
C015—053010.577—BJWSC—02
MY INTERACTIONS WITH THE (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL) HERE IN FLORIDA
Beginning Transmission:
This will B a story of recent bull shit, and of course, nothing that happens 2 me is unattached 2 all of the events in and of my fantastic and quite ugly past. Perhaps, in lesser degrees of this same truth, U all can B in the same situation with this, but I am not in a position of making this value judgment, this would B the private business of all of U out here reading THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, that may then choose 2 make this query inside of their self and come 2 their own unique and individualized conclusions.
First, I began half a dozen blogs or so back, discussing a series of 3 interactions or (dreaming), the first being in December of 1969 with the chain being taken from my apartment bedroom closet as a youth, locked tightly and safely away in a strong box, as well as my dealings with SSJK on the beach first when she was age 10, and then in the same ‘dreaming’ and this time nearby the beach at her shop on 10-SC Avenue, in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG, and the TRINITRAIL all over the Westmont and Haddonfield skies and all over the basic area of Camden County, New Jersey, that morning when I awoke from this ‘experience’, as many other UFO club members, all have their experiences as well. I am by no means totally unique or ‘suigenares’ here. Spell checker will not recognize this word and provide me with its correct spelling, I know it is misspelled peeps, thank U. The second interaction or dreaming, your choice after reading years of MOUNTAINPEN, 2 decide which word fits better, and U all know exactly YI choose the word interaction over the word of dream and dreams and dreaming, but again, and as with Michelle Daniels, U all R of course always “ENTITLED 2 YOUR OPINION”, and no, some fuck up prevented this from coming out on a recent prior blogging work, and it seemed as though I do not know how 2 speak, and this of course is the hackers ‘plot and intentions’, ‘U quintessential devils’, Kirk and the Humpbacks as well, all notwithstanding. As 4 the second dream, a prior blog forgot after I listed this, 2 finish the point being made, and the great 3rd dream of the “TOTAL DESTRUCTION OF HADDONFIELD” NEVER WAS DISCUSSED!!!!!! Gee I wonder who what and Y this was ETTOS hacked and done 2 me by the mighty powerful evil third of the ASTRAL-PLANE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, known by few waking-world-mortals ever on this planet as the Lambrigger Cult. These entities R the Lamist Cult of the Briggbase, and the slang term 4 them, or really one of the slang’s is the word combo of BRIGGER, also they R thought of as the SHADOW MONSTERS, as they stand about just under 7 feet tall on average, look like giant thin shadows of peeps on the greatest diet ever written, R faceless, jet black, and look basically a lot like they do on the great Demi Moore 1990 movie, “GHOST”, only they gave them the miniature appearance, they did not want 2 endanger the movie making process by exposing the more accurate physically appearing descriptions of these real honest entities or BRIGGERS. I cannot believe a monster queen and highly talented actress such as my luscious Demi is not spell-checker recognized, YO. Anyway, dream or interaction number 2 was then the series of 3 or 4 recurring dreams that literally continued in a story pattern, called serial dreaming by dream books 4 the very obvious reason that just as in your fave serial television soap shows, it indeed is in broken up daily series’ and the plots and interactions of the show R in a moving story order. This keeps the Terry Eggheads next door 2 the Tilley family quite happy, right Donald Smiley? This 2nd serial recurring dream-interaction was about a group of 10 or peeps give or take, none of which I knew in waking world reality, that much I’m positive about, at least at the time of the ‘dreaming’. These horrific peeps dissected me, turned my lungs into washcloths after removing them from my body, and seemed 2 do all manner of other medically related things 2 me, this is a BLUEBOOK STORY all though closed and marked BULLSHIT, 2 all of those such as mi-self, who know how real SOMETHING ‘really’ is that is happening 2 us, will never allow a single soul 2 ever successfully talk us out of what we know and believe 2B totally true, real, and absolutely accurate. 2 all of us experiencing this shit, it is more real than our most powerful romantic encounters, being in a terrible car crash, getting into a fist fight with an entire biker gang, or any major so-called waking world event. There still is much more 2 someday talk about regarding this very early July of 1970 experience, while alone and living at child molester and semi-Faggot Tom Reale’s home on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New Jersey, the town just neighboring Atlantic City, 2 the south. If none of the things were real, or I am just making it all up, peeps, come on, get real, with or without the (E), don’t U think somebody would have tried 2 sue me by now? They know I accuse them rightfully, and that my counter lawsuit would forever ruin these mighty family reputations, 2 say nothing of wiping out their financial empires, as many things that these pricks of done 2 me have literally wiped out my entire life since about age 12-15, and all of this entire ugly mess has all been an ongoing rotten wicked deal 4 nearly a full half century now, and I would own them all, lock, stock, crock, sock, bonds, and barrels, YO, and THEY know it, BRAHHH!!!!!! Now 4 the 3rd dream, that THEY WILL NOT ETTOS me out of telling U about, it was touched on B4 on long-ago-prior blogging works, but here is a lot more about it, not that it hopes 2 come close 2 telling it all, I am saving the full details of many things 4 much more strategic times where I am not this down and out and low and powerless and with my enemies this strong and determined 2 spill my blood, covertly of course, but spell just the freaking same. I typed recently that this interaction was experienced by me in the autumn of 1971, but that was another PBHE, or BPS puck up. It was only a couple of months or so after the summer of 1970 and the stay with Thomas J. Reale was in the history books, and here is the basic part of it. I went 2 bed after reading completing a homework assignment, Mister Smith my teacher had asked me 2 read a very weird book and give me my impressions and opinions of it, U all know, do a book report on it. It was a disgusting book, I was not a normal teenager, and did not like dirty sex, 2 me, and this still applies, sex outside the sanctity of marriage is purely evil. I am not even religious, not the way U all that say that UR so, would think of it as. Still, I understand the vacuum reality, remove good and morale things from a society that basically the religions of this planet teach; the society always begins 2 crumble and fall. Now SSJK taking the credit 4 this as HER doing this 2 us 4 breaking her commands, that is a very lengthy drawn out argument, all truth has falsehoods within them at some point, all falsehoods also likewise contains at least some small seedlings of truth. If anything ever could B totally all white or all black, the scientists themselves theorize this on a material scale would turn all the mass into energy in a catastrophic explosion, wiping out humanity, and most likely the entire expansion, by our idea of a wipe out, simply, things would B all energy again, and in need of new Lawtronic Dream-Downs from the Astral Plane, 2 get things all going again, but the complexities involved here make my trying 2 further elucidate this topic and point any further, totally and completely futile. Getting back 2 my point, it was a night of my going 2 bed and 2 sleep, not all that different from any other night. I am guessing it was in the time circa of middle October in 1970, and no later, a few weeks earlier in the first weeks of 1970’s autumn as a point of earliest possibility. Anyway, I was out of school in this ‘experience’ dream-interaction-whatever, and suddenly was in the center of downtown Haddonfield, New Jersey perhaps a half mile or so south of the school area where both the Haddonfield High School as well as the special education school next 2 it, shared an area of property near some woods called the Pennypack Park, where the mighty Sarah Jacobson announced both in (dreams and real life) that “she does not kiss boys”. Whether or not Her father was a doctor or even related 2 the famous KENNEDY-DOCTOR, sharing HER name, is not totally fully researched out as of yet by me, forgive me, time is precious 2 me, I need 2 use it wisely as things R very totally pucked up around me right now, as if U have not guessed this from reading these blogs. Anyway, suddenly bombs were falling from the skies, and not from airplanes; just from the gods only know where. I do not remember one single airplane in the entire interaction. Then fire was suddenly everywhere, and the entire town of historic Haddonfield, New Jersey was utterly and totally destroyed, waking me up from this nightmare experience with such a jolt, not jot, when I meant 2 type and typo in the word JOB, but anyway, with such a jolt that my neck was hurting me all day long and even a little bit over a few days 2 come. Imagine seeing the entire town bombed and burned where your school is located, when UR but a youth of age 15 and three quarters, this was as the LSD users would say, one hell of a bad-trip, dude!!!!!! THAT FAMILY echoed in my mind as I jolted out of my bed from that powerful ‘nightmare’. Remember I had just interacted with this nice bunch of BRIGGERS, back a few months ago while staying all alone at the fag molester’s place in Ventnor. Both then and now again with this destruction of Haddonfield, I remember all through it, being somehow telepathically sent or having a definite knowing, and this of course most likely is one and the same thing or at least along similar lines, in ways far above known and or admitted 2 ongoing things around the global society, that the owner authorities have a vested interest in keeping all of us ignorant 2 the total details of. They really do not mind bloggers sharing views, no matter how bizarre they may B, but after the closing of the BLUEBOOK, the authorities said, we claim this is all crap, and we refuse 2 cooperate with anyone regarding any parts of any of this stuff. They of course R intentionally covering up the facts that MORIANITY has been preaching now on blogs 4 nearly 5 full ass years. Certain things under oath would come out, such as if U took many producers and writers of any still-living science fiction and alien oriented Hollywood writers, they would B lying under oath, should they say that the authorities in the military top brass R always only 2 eager 2 help and assist in making many of these shows, up 2 a point, we in the UFOLOGY-CLUBS refer 2 this as the point of disinformation, where they want the belief system 2 basically center all around, just not in any way out beyond these barriers that surround what they have carefully decided is the Danger-Knowing-Zone. First of all, they actually come on as wanting 2B involved, but they want certain parts of the movies 2 all fall within a schedule of predetermined material, and outside the DKZ, this is no mans land. Should a director or producer insist on bucking what they R asked not 2 touch, the entire military team pulls out, and kills all support of the movies? Most if not all times where this has occurred, my extensive research showed that these movies never were really number ones, and that many obstacles made their way quite mysteriously into the making of the movie from the time of the military pull out in their cooperation, from that exact point, right through to the finishing of the production project, this is all fact, did deep, it is all there. Does this mean that I believe in little green men or round saucers, and U know the stuff all along this line? NO, NO, and NO. I do not believe it at all. I know that this, as well as millions of other stuff 100 times more way out and frighteningly outlandish than anything the best sci-fi writers have yet 2 come up with or perhaps dare 2 write 4 the public release, is more real than all of this so called waking world reality, and yet it is all confined 2 the condition-interaction of the ASTRAL-PLANE. Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, all the fictional characters, the flying saucers, all the aliens, they all live on the ASTRAL PLANE. Now this is not a place, physically, it is just simply put, 2 light of an atomic world, 4 our way of perception 2 ever think of this as tangible and or real. Making a cute little rhyme here, if they say and they do, that gold is king, then thought is thing. U cannot ever hope 2 merge these 2 planes of atomic-ness, our waking world matter plane 0of all the contained hyperspaces, and the ASTRAKL-PLANE containing all of everything that originally is dreamed out and away from the void infinity and then filtered slowly down onto this Astral World, through numerous system circuitries of a sort, all previously talked about and briefly explained in some technical jargon on many prior blogs over 4+ years now. Taking the destruction of this historic town where my school was located in, in this powerful nightmare, and putting it in comparativeness with the other dreaming starting with the first real biggie, the chain and the trinitrail in the skies, marking my endless connectedness with the All Mighty SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, there is a lot of really wild stuff 2 get into at more opportune times. Right now there needs 2B a quick few other points made, and let me start now with this if U please.
First, my scummy ass hole neighbors R insane, and if not, they have only a door-number-2-explanation, and that is my pick, they were placed here directly 2 fuck with me, as was the PLAYBOY BUNNY, and as were many other peeps throughout many decades of my life as well. Now remember folks, I told U that within a month or less of my living here in Florida after making my successful escape on the night of December the eleventh or twelfth back in 2009, from my captors, Ann Silva and her daughter Dawn King, and THAT-FAMILY, doo-doo-doo----DOO!!!!!!! Ann’s letter described in more detail without a million cussing words calling me names that construction workers would shy-out over, and in Ann’s letter, she threatens that my life will get much worse. Right soon afterwards in about the time that it would take 2 get her Atlantic City friends and branch member family members 2 organize it, boom, in comes this mother and daughter trash team, that have made what used 2B a little refuge and not a bad place 2 live in 4 a lousy 425 monthly, into a red sizzling fucking hot nightmare hell, and U can square that. Now this is YI try not 2 threaten people and especially ever in writing. I will keep both of these letters, the one from her as well as the one from her wicked giant drunkard daughter. I have had someone run a little investigation of our own 4 my side of this fight recently, and just when I thought I was never gonna hear anything back, I did. In a nutshell, someone was paid 2 get in with these 2 ‘ladies’ if U wanna call this trash this, and they did indeed find out that they R enjoying ‘messing with me and making me as miserable as they can day and night”, a direct quote. Now, this is also just about a precise quote of Ann’s threat 2 me in her letter from middle January, that this would happen 2 me. The next step is pressing charges using this person who won their confidence as my court witness, and at least I can get them either out of Manatee, or make them wish they never messed with me, but if they buckle and admit 2 a conspiracy, this could B the start of a powerful lid blow off and where this could eventually stops would B said only so well by the great Jack McCoy of the TV show, “L&O”.
Last night I had a terrible health attack perpetrated on me. My bowels and my heart were hit huge time, and since I cannot die or B destroyed, the worst they can do is 2 put me in pain and agony, and then I will just wake up from a new dream where whatever was done 2 me just did not happen 2 successfully finish me off. 2 many times has this all happened B4, 4 me not 2 know that this is the truth, I have died just 2 many times, it just won’ seem 2 stick or take, U choose the pucking correct words 2 describe this endless hellish nightfreakingmare.
Someone has broken in between 2 and 4 times 2 my RV and violated my personal space and my civil rights. Legally of course, dirt bag FISA agents can enter, remove things, and along these lines, but they still R in violation of federal law by doing what they have been doing 2 me 4 many decades now. Breaking and destroying my property is not within their permitted powers, THIS IS EVERY BIT AS MUCH THE LAW AS ALL THE OTHER LAWS THAT ALLOW THEM 2 DO THE OTHER MOTHER FUCKING STUFF 2 ME, PEEPS. Twice, they knocked the plug out of my telephone, the jack is not loose, THEY R entering and half removing it so that when I talk on the phone, it suddenly goes dead and I lose a call. Twice, the thermostat on my fan and AC system has been messed with, a small unit has been placed inside of it, and I removed it. I am taking this 2 the FBI. U think UR real fucking funny, huh, well MI is not funny, your hacks R not funny, and violating my human and civil rights R not funny. U will B taken 2 court mother puckers.
I had the worst mother fucking Jane diseaseweeds attack last night in 10 or more mother pucking years on top of all of this other shit. First, the wrist watch nailed me and then the microwave nailed me, and finally, the clock near where I sleep nailed me, all at fucking eleven-eleven last night. Then 2 throw fucking mountains of salt on the open wound that is all ready throbbing away, my clock got me again where I sleep, at one-eleven this morning, 2 freaking ass hours later again. 3 hours or so later, I had a horrible interaction. Just when I thought MC was going 2 stop, YO, it was major!!!!!!!!! MAJOR!!!!!!!!! All I have time 2 go into now today about this, is that I was in another universe in the vast hyperspace. My mom was about 50-60 years old and I was around 35’ish. Some insurance company was also involved, and so was a security company and a job I was working at with them. A man by the name of Mister Johnson had some huge evidence that things were done 2 me by powerful people, and was going 2 turn it over 2 a distr8ict attorney along with the Florida State Attorney General. The very next day, in this same interaction, the man was jailed and ended up dead in his cell. I was telling mom that I will B going back 2 jail “again”, and plan 2 do something horrible 2 an enemy that I had figured was behind the framing of this Mister Johnson who I needed 2 help me. Somehow, also involved hugged hyper time in all of this were 2 regular looking white and thinly-lined loose-leaf papers, Y always 2, U know what I mean peeps, 2 tapes, 2 letters, 2 sheets of paper, number 20, number 2 in recent other interactions, and then on top of that, these 2 sheets had a line drawn half way down the page going across, separating 2 reports, one upper, one lower, on each of the 2 sheets. Another 2. I began reading the reports, and they appeared 2B relating 2 my shift duties at my guard job, wherever this was in this other parallel universe in the hyperspace. Suddenly, a screen like a large screen television appeared on a wall out of nowhere, and there were my 2 sheet-written-reports, displayed onto it. Then a picture of fire jumped bright and red, right directly out at me from this screen, with almost holographic intensity. Then bright purple reds were suddenly moving and whirling all around within the bright red fire display all over this screen. The words were, “Mariah Carey says hurry up with my apology song”. I awoke from this because suddenly I began 2 think that the screen was gonna blow up, as it was making loud motor type noises, only it was my noisy ass hole neighbors revving up around just past ten this morning. I do not understand her impatience, I fully intend 2 obey her, I will join her club, and post my apology tune up 2 the U-Tube system, just five me a chance. She also in this powerful ‘dream’ brought millions of fish with tiny centipede looking legs on them, that could both swim as well as walk on the land, totally invade the home I was in, which was quite large. It was all the offspring of this one huge mighty fish, looking a bit like a fully grown tuna. Its children were millions, and all sizes, ranging from a splinter U might get in a finger, all the way up 2 12-18 inches, a few even much bigger, but about 2 dozen or so different distinct sizes were all invading my residence, some large home. I was beside myself, screaming, “Mariah, I will obey U my brown eyed teen queen”, and said and repeated this line over and over. Suddenly she materialized and laughed at me and told me that soon, I will know many things that I only now dream of knowing. As 4 the number (2) coming into my life so much, could it B the quanta math again? U tell me, after all, 2Q2 does in fact equal 16, the mightiest number of the entire creation, and of course shall we never forget that SSJK is eternally just sweet 16, it is always her birthday, and I am always getting her that lovely giant white kite with the many blue bright polka dots all over its perimeter. It weighs just less than 700 pounds, and she picks it up and handles it like she is picking up her pin holder.
I sure wish that my dad’s old boss was still around with my having 2 constantly deal with this incredible family, or THAT-FAMILY-1970. Not Herbert Huntington mind U, but Herbert Hoover. He assigned my dad 2 some top secret diving mission and my mother was shown by the bureau, a picture photograph of my dad and her husband, in his big bulky mixed-gas diving suit. It all had 2 do with a Miami, Florida kidnapping, as well as this very Treasure Coast area where I now am residing.
JOHNSON, the name of the dude that I was dealing with in this powerful newest Mariah interaction just this early morning, has the private-cosmicoded-number of 752. Not a lot of words and terms have this PCN, it is not a more common PCN, some just R, and some just r not, most R common, it is a few that just have not a lot of things that work out 2 that particular double root group digits, in this case the ‘75’, and the year of many things, my getting an ass kicking 4 no good reason whatsoever by lifeguard mascots in Atlantic city while mom was up visiting the Long Island branch of the family in Babylon, on Peninsula Drive. Funny, at least in those days, the area code 2 my cousin’s place was 516, and if U shuffle box these digits just a bit, many things all occurred in my life over decades of time back in New Jersey on Jimmie Leeds Road, also known as Route #561. Harborfields Detention Center is on this road as well. The name of the non detention center school, got typo-hacked on a prior blog, and came out as (2) separate words, oh well “Let it B”. 12 ANGREY MEN never let a lot of things B, and yet one man said this statement right B4 they all sat along the jury table in a jury number arrangement of seating placement. This was the real and true first time this expression was used, John Lennon’s Beetle’s group was #2, and then #3 was my Electroluv song in the remake in 1988 from this late 1984 written song, ripped off by Canadian superstar diva, in clever ways, not just in title but melody phrasings that barely pass the musicologists test 4 non-infringement, I speak here of the wife of another major child molester, the none other than Celine Dion. But even though there may not B a huge abundance of 752-PCN’s, here R5 interesting ones that I am presently aware of, one being the county in which I now reside, here in the sunny state of Florida, and without any dancing and singing kids all sitting around sipping on tasty fruit juices from the turn of the freaking century. Yes SAINT LUCIE COUNTY is PCN-752, and so is, MONSTER, OCTOBER THIRTY-ONE, I AM HERE, and WORLD TRADE CENTER, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Things, all things, R planned and placed, by a powerful and very misunderstood force. Combinations, cosmic equations, and connections, all things harped on in my 1994 copyrighted book entitled, “The Permission Barrier”, is all just nothing more than part of a game. This game has a name, DISTRACTION. Distraction from what U may B asking me and pondering? Well, from the knowing that U simply exist. UR. U exist, time is no more real in its true sense than is anything, the only thing that’s real is total void, or absolute nothingness. Please brown-eyed-lovely-girl, U will get your apology song, the world will have it, just B a little patient, and stop sending fish all over my various residences throughout hyperspace, it is gonna take a year 2 clean out that mess of fish my love. U know I love U Scylla that will never change; my tall lovely angel Goddess U, and I am your obedient servant. Just know I will tell how much I regret both what I did that night in the city, as well as writing that horrible song, I know it hurt U, and I am so sorry, I cry every single day.
Thank U Diana 4 coming over 2C me yesterday, Saturday 4 a quick visit. Your lovely beautiful lightning makes me wild and all I can think of is making passionate love 2 my long haired tall exquisite baby blond!!!!! Come C me again, my endless love, and tell your cuz SSJK, I am going as fast as I can with this project she wants done.
As always there is a mountain of stuff 2 tell, but this library will B closing. I was hoping 2 get more into World Lab, DATFILES, and things all popping up, 12 Angry Men, movies, tapes, things, it is all a huge system that not one person alive today has a real handle or decent clue about, not a one. It makes any sci-fi show yet done and publicly released, pale with this. When time permits, Uncle Camerabank, I will start getting into things. Many of U totally misunderstood when a year or so back I told U that parlor tricks were doing certain things, this was not a lie, just my imperfect way at the time of rationally explaining very important things. The truth about this in a compressed nutshell is that many more dimensions R all inside the 3 that U and I think we all R so locked up and tightly confined within. When U add electromagnetic realities into this mix, such as with the intentional plan of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, and the new age world of electronics that’s over a century old now, changes things, making it appear that no other possible or rational explanation other than some kind of time travel, could possibly B behind some of the things going on around us all, and seemingly, me especially. Nothing is farther from the truth, and I still believe despite some recent wavering and vacillations on my part that the MOVCOM is like Santa Claus and Oliver Twist, and even the Jesus followers of olden days, and exists only on the ASTRAL-PLANE, it is more real than anything here in waking life, it just is not merged with our exact much heavier atomic frequencies that make up our heavier tangible hyperspace universes. Interferon study will B next as well, target by me in numerous way, it must B exposed and attacked, just as much as needs B the motives 4 the creation of the sciences of the fields of psychology and psychiatry. I am out of time, so BYE-BYE, yes MI; I will do what U want brown eyes. Just let me know if that is all U need, I will show U anytime U want, that my claims R not one of those, “Oh yeah, right” deals. All U have 2 ever do is ask.
End Transmission:
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
mickflorida chapter 014
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
CHAPTER 014—WORLD-LABS SBT DATFILE: C014-052810.578
MY INTERACTIONS WITH THE (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL) HERE IN FLORIDA
SUBTITLED WORK-C014-TIMING MAGIC
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Many things as always R happening around me. The neighbors have been on a very noisy and strange behavior, even 4 them, roll, and of course, driving me totally mother pucking nuts at the speed of light squared, and then some. It will not last forever, as I totally know that they have been placed there, just as was the Playboy-Bunny back in 1982 at the Robin Hill Apartments, and they do not even know it, not these ass holes, and not Debbie (BLONDY) Harry’s butt wipe friend from Robin Hill. Just as many things seem 2 POP-UP in this world out of absolutely nowhere, 4 those of us who R looking 4 this and recognizing the truth of this that it is not some mental delusion based on many various forms of the famous psychotic schizophrenias, mine being one of them, as diagnosed by THEIR very holy grail of the trade, the DSM-4.
I want 2 talk about luck, destiny, timing, parlor tricks, intentionally acted out things on the human race by more powerful and intelligent entities, and more of this along these lines, but of course, I can only touch on a few things when I say all this, or we would B reading a Moby Dick sized blog. U have not got the time 2 read it, and I have not got the time 2 write it, so there it is all laid out neatly, Even Steven, and seemingly interesting initials in this, matching those in Exploratronic Supermind, and also appearing in the “12 Angry Men” movie, as soon as a vote was counted and taken that made the vote 6 to 6.
I have learned more things from recording artists, and at the various times, quite well known ones, not rinky-dink karaoke local performers with local or mere state followings, and I will begin the biggie from the sixties, Billy Harner, Google him up. He said 2 me early in this very 21st century one day, “Mark, everything is timing”. He was totally correct, and with no Bruce Pennock Syndrome or BPS involved here whatsofreakingever. However, as true as this statement of short and sweet and yet major philosophical and business-world value that this may in fact B without any question, there is a part 2 and it is very real and very complicated, 2 this 3 word-of-wisdom 1st part of all of this. Yes, everything is LUCK, and being in the right place and right time, which is a counterpart longer than single term 4 the word LUCK, despite all those who argue that this is skill. Luck verses skill, yes friends, we could al have quite a debate on this, and I admit that it is an age-old discussion with many world wide varying opinions. I respect all of them. UCI am aware that all of U as well as me, think as we do, because of the personal life-experiences that each of us have indeed shared individually. 4 those who ‘think’ that they meticulously and very cleverly planned, and executed something, and then it worked out, and this resulted in some major positive in their life, B it a better job, a better place in which 2 reside, or a totally life changing exoperie4ncing, some of U know what is being said. This is a common and not so isolated belief system amongst the mind-set of those in any area of ‘show-bizz’. I could not B happier 4 the Billy Harner’s of this world and bleee-blahhh-blummm, U may or may not have read and know about some of my older and prior blogging texts where I say that I honestly wish that everyone that I must deal with on a daily basis, has the best possible life in general, the best possible day each day, and all the blessings poured down and out from heaven’s windows, striking them like lightning. UC folks, if they R angry and frustrated, then they R gonna treat me bad, not want 2 ever help me with anything, and they will B hostile, cut me off on the road, and this behavior has ranges from nearly totally benign all the way 2 them spending the remainder of their lives in prison 4 murder. So I’ll never understand the ROSS-THE-BOSS idea in that movie “Superman-3” from 1983 time circa, where he wanted not only 2 succeed, but everyone else 2 fail. This is as illogical as anything Mister Spok on Star Trek could ever hope 2 analyze on a million space-adventure television shows.
Timing is a hindsight viewing of a measurement scale 4 successes and failures at particular things that we all may B attempting 2 do. 4 every person who plans 2 do something and perfectly and just at the right time, there R dozens of others doing likewise, and yet despite this, the person UR meeting at a Burger King had an auto crash on his or way over 2 meet with U, and that was that.
Does anyone truly believe that I am so dumb that I have not attempted 2 practice this Harner-Timing ‘thing’ all throughout my adult life in all matters of importance? Still, if something ELSE is interacting in the Shakespearian play of life around us all, and it is working 2 always counter what UR doing, no matter how hard U may indeed plan and try 2 win in whatever the endeavor may B, it could B business related, or health related, or romantically related, or any of numerous other parameters in life, then U lose all ready and even B4U suited up 2 play in the freaking ballgame. People love 2 say that those like myself who truly believe and entertain this belief, R just copping out. Well, it is not a cop out peeps, and UR entitled, as is Michelle Daniels at RPL Recording Studios in 1980, 2 hers as well. I have seen these interferon’s if U would like trying 2 picture invisible tiny microbe things hanging around all of us and this huge Shakespearian play of a sorts, this genius knew more than his onions by the way, U do not write plays like his by being totally ignorant and foolish. I have seen them, invisible or not. U cannot C the number 5 if I may use this quick illustration here. But if I were 2 ask any of U how many apples U would need 2 have if U only have 5 of them, and U need 2 have 10 of them, these 5 apples will pop up into your mind, and yes, U just know that yes sir; U need 2 have 5 apples. U may not B any place where U actually visibly C them, but U do C them, and this works in the very same way peeps. Talking about things and even real looking people just popping up around me, usually quite suddenly, and then vanishing in like manner, remember that ‘people’ R but one thing involved. Sounds can pop-up on recordings; B altered, and come and go as well. I have had many of these things happen 2 me, do not think because I have harped now 4 about a solid year on one cited example, that this is the full extent of my experiences with this situation.
Let me talk about just last evening. I met with someone who said they were going 2 telephone me at somewhere between 7 and 8 last evening. All throughout this time, my bill collecting jerk pucking offs called me. When this person I wanted 2 call me tried 2 get through, she only got the voice mail as my line was being tied up, but shall we dig a bit deeper here with all of this and take the logic of the odds of this apart, and really examine it. Now 5 or more collectors called during the hour that was the window where this important call was supposed 2 come in. Y did all 5 of the collectors get through, and the one call I needed from this person, B routed into the voicemail. How do U peeps honestly expect me NOT 2B paranoid, and have all of the various feelings that I do when this is just one cited example, this negative timeing thing around me no matter what I ever do or how hard I ever try, has been going on 4 my entire mother fucking diseased and pathetic life now, it is 24/7/365.2422, and it never takes a coffee break or a vacation, it neither sleeps nor slumbers, and cleaves 2 me in ways that I can only dream of Sarah-Stacey doing, YO. Timing is everything, all of U that have told me this directly, Billy being just one I can assure this readership, have been on basically the good end of this Shakespearian misery. When UR on the other side of this brightness/darkness line in the cosmic sand, things work every bit as terribly 4 me, as they have worked out as well, 4U, do any of U out here get the picture at all yet? This is not a cop out. I am not a lazy person, I have just learned in my old age wisdom that trying and timing and pushing is meaningless. These controllers of a sort determine the outcomes, and not our slap on the back good sense well-timed acts. The example with the telephone call when I promise U that this is just one thing and that this is everything in my life over a 40 plus year period, should convince someone out here by now that this is all real, and that this hellish life is not my own doing, nor is it in any real major way, my own fault. I mean we all make mistakes, I do not need U, Bruce Pennock, 2 tell me that, let alone have U cheat me every time that we play the board game Monopoly.
Yo Billy, Paul, Rob, if UR out here and reading this, U all know U shafted me and treated me badly. If U do not, well then, when U finally do come around and c how wickedly U all behaved, it will B2 late, U will B in some lifetime where other peeps R all shafting U, and the karma equalizes. Anyone that wants 2 laugh at the religion of ECKANKAR, I am here 2 tell the record and this web log that I bear witness that all of what they tell and believe is the total wise truth. I also believe that they keep the game-truth away and that they R right in so doing. Gods bored 2 tears and playing this nightmare game, is not a thought that I would want 2 carry with me until the day I die as the me that I now am, if I had any choice in the mother pucking matter, believe me BRO!!!!! Go ECKANKAR, thank U LEM 4 coming 2 me in powerful interactions and telling me 2 rejoin. I was wrong, as UR well aware, and U were right. U go SRI H.K.
Still given sufficient time and patience on my part, it is like the person betting single numbers at any roulette table, sooner or later, U will hit on your number, but whether U hit on it B4 U lose a total of more than the 35 units that will B won, is the object of the game. General Patton will always B my hero, I will “NEVER LOSE, and LAUGH” I may lose a hell of a lot, but there is nothing funny about it, any more than the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL thinking it is funny t make my blog come out “FUNNY MI”, there is nothing funny about HER, she is the most talented beautiful special angel on this entire planet. There R times when I do not understand Y the real Astral Plane part of her has done this all 2 me, but that as Mister Camping would say, is “HER BUSINESS” Anyone that has read the BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, those few know with absolute certainty that the facts that all R listed regarding all of this cannot B one bit disputed. I told U all, I am not doing these typos, and in fact I used 2 term these more frequently, PBHE’s, or PRIOR-BLOGGING-HACKS/ERRORS. It is all there, just like the non-funny proofs that my Enemies = Mary Carter X Millionth-Council, or E=MC-SQ. This is all on blogs done 1 and 2 years B4 the great MC did that great project, she would say it a lot better than I ever could my friends, “Oh yeah, right”!!!!!!!!!
Speaking of this unfathomably talented artist, MC, I know that she has reasons 4 all of this. I will never B a shellfish about it, and will obey all commands she gives me in any and all interactions. Recently, the nights have been quiet, other than 4 my Diana and me and lovely waterfalls, and long bright yellow hair dangling all over me, and the rest, U can all just use your imaginations.
I have drawn indisputable chronological proofs of so much throughout long winded blogs now, as well as proven many other things that if I start listing them now in reiteration, we would B here all day and well into the night, that is if the library did not close down at 5 PM on Fridays. Let me talk about how this parlor trick works and just Y some of it is going down, forget the “MI” and the “REAL GOOD GIRL”, let us do the one in 1969 or in this time circa somewhere, the pollution commercial and the pigs on the beach, and the sunny day in the 90’s and the pigs listening 2 the weather report on their radio. A voice comes distinctly on the commercial, MI VOICE, saying “Ziggie, Ziggie hello”, the entire world knows it, and cosmos knows this is not some wild fish tale Miss Hicks. Would a network television system “really” do this without getting my parents’ permission, run my voice on national television in a commercial that was shown millions of times coast 2 coast over a year or longer time period? Do U really think they would risk their FCC license and B this much of a dick in the mouth, Bob McDowell, MI-FRIEND??????? Yeah he sure grew up and became the man U wanted him 2, Mister Daniel Mackey, he heads up the entire Federal Communications Commission in these ‘future times’. And then YO, Jesus Chrost 4 the sake of the Gids, tee-hee, this was not a hack, but the CHROST on the other blog work was either a hack or typo, (PBHE), but shoot man, would any network allow an old black and white movie from the “LEAVE IT 2 BEAVER” days, starring Henry Fonda, such as “12 Angry Men” to contain the horrific cuss words in their script, that went, “FUCKTHIS SHIT”? It is there, just listen real carefully, get the movie, it is a fantastic movie, and U will all love it. Right after the watchmaker-juror changes his vote from guilty over 2 not guilty, boom, YO. Where does this all REALLY come from, MI-friends??????? From curly haired teenaged girls from Harbor fields High School, I don’t think so!!!!!!! Now what the sugar shit is really happening here then? Glad U all asked me this lads, lassies, and Lab Retrievers, YO!!!!!! I do not even think that there is any possible way 4 me 2 explain what I have figured out. Then I must confess that I most likely have figured some of it out but all within what some know as the parabolic knowledge horizon. Simply put, the more U get onto, the horizon of what U think presently would B all there could ever possibly B2 know, also shoots further out and by a greater degree than the amount that U just pressed forward, so as A goes 2B, the horizon of F jumps not just 2 G, but over 2 say J. When U reach C, it jumps over all the way now 2 the letter of P, and this parabolic curve only increases minimally at a geometric progression, if not quantitative. Quant increases R not something 2 laugh at. Take the magic number of 3-Q0. This becomes 9-Q1, 81-Q2, and by Quanta (5), it is at a rounded off 900 trillion. By the way I fucked up on the previous blog talking about feet around the hyperspace, I meant 2 typo in around the hyper-SPHERE, and I meant times ten 2 the 29th exponent, not the 30th, sorry Bruce!!!!!
Yes, Billy, timing is not something 2B scoffed at either, and I am not here in this blog work disagreeing with U, I merely say that your concept however true in lab-theory, works in the real world only if U count-out the CONTROLLERS, and gamers of the evil third of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, the Lambrigger Cult on the ASTRAL PLANE. U do not tell a falsehood, U have great wisdom. MC did the very same thing herself. I am so proud of her, and I say this as one of her biggest fans. Still, if the controllers around us want 2 act against the best planning of mice and men, they can do it in a heartbeat, so I merely say that these wise words of wisdom Billy, is like handing in a great and yet incomplete report 4 a school or office project, the mustard will just not cut here.
There R secrets that will come out soon, many may have been a bit shocked recently at some of the all ready escaping kitty cats. I told U that when I got out of New Jersey, major things would B coming out, Y would I lie? I do not lie, I am guilty of that one while lie, and may live 2 regret it, as in the world of Dick wolf’s Law & Order, Y now would anyone believe a word I say after telling how Sarah came 2 my defense on the night of July the 12th in 1970, when she was not even on the bus that hot summer night in 1970 with her gang of lovely teen queens. Jack McCoy would say my credibility is ZERO!!! Where did he get that however? How many times over my bugged telephone did Dave Roth say this 2 me all throughout the early and middle nineteen-nineties. Oh well, NOBODY IS PERFECT, Mini Ripperbruce!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I pucked up, and this will not B the only thing in my life that I totally puck up. As David Roth also said many a time throughout the great non-gay 90’s, “WE’VE BEEN HIT BY A PUCK, AND THE PHILLIES FUCKING SUCK”, U may quote this dude.
Thanks 4 helping me Gov, I should really grow up now along with my 1972 pals like McDowell and Bruce Errors, and realize that everyone is just out 4 themselves, Ziggie taught me this back in July of 1969, son laugh-man golf course messenger angels!!!!!!!
END OF THIS BLOG TRANSMISSION:
CHAPTER 014—WORLD-LABS SBT DATFILE: C014-052810.578
MY INTERACTIONS WITH THE (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL) HERE IN FLORIDA
SUBTITLED WORK-C014-TIMING MAGIC
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Many things as always R happening around me. The neighbors have been on a very noisy and strange behavior, even 4 them, roll, and of course, driving me totally mother pucking nuts at the speed of light squared, and then some. It will not last forever, as I totally know that they have been placed there, just as was the Playboy-Bunny back in 1982 at the Robin Hill Apartments, and they do not even know it, not these ass holes, and not Debbie (BLONDY) Harry’s butt wipe friend from Robin Hill. Just as many things seem 2 POP-UP in this world out of absolutely nowhere, 4 those of us who R looking 4 this and recognizing the truth of this that it is not some mental delusion based on many various forms of the famous psychotic schizophrenias, mine being one of them, as diagnosed by THEIR very holy grail of the trade, the DSM-4.
I want 2 talk about luck, destiny, timing, parlor tricks, intentionally acted out things on the human race by more powerful and intelligent entities, and more of this along these lines, but of course, I can only touch on a few things when I say all this, or we would B reading a Moby Dick sized blog. U have not got the time 2 read it, and I have not got the time 2 write it, so there it is all laid out neatly, Even Steven, and seemingly interesting initials in this, matching those in Exploratronic Supermind, and also appearing in the “12 Angry Men” movie, as soon as a vote was counted and taken that made the vote 6 to 6.
I have learned more things from recording artists, and at the various times, quite well known ones, not rinky-dink karaoke local performers with local or mere state followings, and I will begin the biggie from the sixties, Billy Harner, Google him up. He said 2 me early in this very 21st century one day, “Mark, everything is timing”. He was totally correct, and with no Bruce Pennock Syndrome or BPS involved here whatsofreakingever. However, as true as this statement of short and sweet and yet major philosophical and business-world value that this may in fact B without any question, there is a part 2 and it is very real and very complicated, 2 this 3 word-of-wisdom 1st part of all of this. Yes, everything is LUCK, and being in the right place and right time, which is a counterpart longer than single term 4 the word LUCK, despite all those who argue that this is skill. Luck verses skill, yes friends, we could al have quite a debate on this, and I admit that it is an age-old discussion with many world wide varying opinions. I respect all of them. UCI am aware that all of U as well as me, think as we do, because of the personal life-experiences that each of us have indeed shared individually. 4 those who ‘think’ that they meticulously and very cleverly planned, and executed something, and then it worked out, and this resulted in some major positive in their life, B it a better job, a better place in which 2 reside, or a totally life changing exoperie4ncing, some of U know what is being said. This is a common and not so isolated belief system amongst the mind-set of those in any area of ‘show-bizz’. I could not B happier 4 the Billy Harner’s of this world and bleee-blahhh-blummm, U may or may not have read and know about some of my older and prior blogging texts where I say that I honestly wish that everyone that I must deal with on a daily basis, has the best possible life in general, the best possible day each day, and all the blessings poured down and out from heaven’s windows, striking them like lightning. UC folks, if they R angry and frustrated, then they R gonna treat me bad, not want 2 ever help me with anything, and they will B hostile, cut me off on the road, and this behavior has ranges from nearly totally benign all the way 2 them spending the remainder of their lives in prison 4 murder. So I’ll never understand the ROSS-THE-BOSS idea in that movie “Superman-3” from 1983 time circa, where he wanted not only 2 succeed, but everyone else 2 fail. This is as illogical as anything Mister Spok on Star Trek could ever hope 2 analyze on a million space-adventure television shows.
Timing is a hindsight viewing of a measurement scale 4 successes and failures at particular things that we all may B attempting 2 do. 4 every person who plans 2 do something and perfectly and just at the right time, there R dozens of others doing likewise, and yet despite this, the person UR meeting at a Burger King had an auto crash on his or way over 2 meet with U, and that was that.
Does anyone truly believe that I am so dumb that I have not attempted 2 practice this Harner-Timing ‘thing’ all throughout my adult life in all matters of importance? Still, if something ELSE is interacting in the Shakespearian play of life around us all, and it is working 2 always counter what UR doing, no matter how hard U may indeed plan and try 2 win in whatever the endeavor may B, it could B business related, or health related, or romantically related, or any of numerous other parameters in life, then U lose all ready and even B4U suited up 2 play in the freaking ballgame. People love 2 say that those like myself who truly believe and entertain this belief, R just copping out. Well, it is not a cop out peeps, and UR entitled, as is Michelle Daniels at RPL Recording Studios in 1980, 2 hers as well. I have seen these interferon’s if U would like trying 2 picture invisible tiny microbe things hanging around all of us and this huge Shakespearian play of a sorts, this genius knew more than his onions by the way, U do not write plays like his by being totally ignorant and foolish. I have seen them, invisible or not. U cannot C the number 5 if I may use this quick illustration here. But if I were 2 ask any of U how many apples U would need 2 have if U only have 5 of them, and U need 2 have 10 of them, these 5 apples will pop up into your mind, and yes, U just know that yes sir; U need 2 have 5 apples. U may not B any place where U actually visibly C them, but U do C them, and this works in the very same way peeps. Talking about things and even real looking people just popping up around me, usually quite suddenly, and then vanishing in like manner, remember that ‘people’ R but one thing involved. Sounds can pop-up on recordings; B altered, and come and go as well. I have had many of these things happen 2 me, do not think because I have harped now 4 about a solid year on one cited example, that this is the full extent of my experiences with this situation.
Let me talk about just last evening. I met with someone who said they were going 2 telephone me at somewhere between 7 and 8 last evening. All throughout this time, my bill collecting jerk pucking offs called me. When this person I wanted 2 call me tried 2 get through, she only got the voice mail as my line was being tied up, but shall we dig a bit deeper here with all of this and take the logic of the odds of this apart, and really examine it. Now 5 or more collectors called during the hour that was the window where this important call was supposed 2 come in. Y did all 5 of the collectors get through, and the one call I needed from this person, B routed into the voicemail. How do U peeps honestly expect me NOT 2B paranoid, and have all of the various feelings that I do when this is just one cited example, this negative timeing thing around me no matter what I ever do or how hard I ever try, has been going on 4 my entire mother fucking diseased and pathetic life now, it is 24/7/365.2422, and it never takes a coffee break or a vacation, it neither sleeps nor slumbers, and cleaves 2 me in ways that I can only dream of Sarah-Stacey doing, YO. Timing is everything, all of U that have told me this directly, Billy being just one I can assure this readership, have been on basically the good end of this Shakespearian misery. When UR on the other side of this brightness/darkness line in the cosmic sand, things work every bit as terribly 4 me, as they have worked out as well, 4U, do any of U out here get the picture at all yet? This is not a cop out. I am not a lazy person, I have just learned in my old age wisdom that trying and timing and pushing is meaningless. These controllers of a sort determine the outcomes, and not our slap on the back good sense well-timed acts. The example with the telephone call when I promise U that this is just one thing and that this is everything in my life over a 40 plus year period, should convince someone out here by now that this is all real, and that this hellish life is not my own doing, nor is it in any real major way, my own fault. I mean we all make mistakes, I do not need U, Bruce Pennock, 2 tell me that, let alone have U cheat me every time that we play the board game Monopoly.
Yo Billy, Paul, Rob, if UR out here and reading this, U all know U shafted me and treated me badly. If U do not, well then, when U finally do come around and c how wickedly U all behaved, it will B2 late, U will B in some lifetime where other peeps R all shafting U, and the karma equalizes. Anyone that wants 2 laugh at the religion of ECKANKAR, I am here 2 tell the record and this web log that I bear witness that all of what they tell and believe is the total wise truth. I also believe that they keep the game-truth away and that they R right in so doing. Gods bored 2 tears and playing this nightmare game, is not a thought that I would want 2 carry with me until the day I die as the me that I now am, if I had any choice in the mother pucking matter, believe me BRO!!!!! Go ECKANKAR, thank U LEM 4 coming 2 me in powerful interactions and telling me 2 rejoin. I was wrong, as UR well aware, and U were right. U go SRI H.K.
Still given sufficient time and patience on my part, it is like the person betting single numbers at any roulette table, sooner or later, U will hit on your number, but whether U hit on it B4 U lose a total of more than the 35 units that will B won, is the object of the game. General Patton will always B my hero, I will “NEVER LOSE, and LAUGH” I may lose a hell of a lot, but there is nothing funny about it, any more than the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL thinking it is funny t make my blog come out “FUNNY MI”, there is nothing funny about HER, she is the most talented beautiful special angel on this entire planet. There R times when I do not understand Y the real Astral Plane part of her has done this all 2 me, but that as Mister Camping would say, is “HER BUSINESS” Anyone that has read the BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, those few know with absolute certainty that the facts that all R listed regarding all of this cannot B one bit disputed. I told U all, I am not doing these typos, and in fact I used 2 term these more frequently, PBHE’s, or PRIOR-BLOGGING-HACKS/ERRORS. It is all there, just like the non-funny proofs that my Enemies = Mary Carter X Millionth-Council, or E=MC-SQ. This is all on blogs done 1 and 2 years B4 the great MC did that great project, she would say it a lot better than I ever could my friends, “Oh yeah, right”!!!!!!!!!
Speaking of this unfathomably talented artist, MC, I know that she has reasons 4 all of this. I will never B a shellfish about it, and will obey all commands she gives me in any and all interactions. Recently, the nights have been quiet, other than 4 my Diana and me and lovely waterfalls, and long bright yellow hair dangling all over me, and the rest, U can all just use your imaginations.
I have drawn indisputable chronological proofs of so much throughout long winded blogs now, as well as proven many other things that if I start listing them now in reiteration, we would B here all day and well into the night, that is if the library did not close down at 5 PM on Fridays. Let me talk about how this parlor trick works and just Y some of it is going down, forget the “MI” and the “REAL GOOD GIRL”, let us do the one in 1969 or in this time circa somewhere, the pollution commercial and the pigs on the beach, and the sunny day in the 90’s and the pigs listening 2 the weather report on their radio. A voice comes distinctly on the commercial, MI VOICE, saying “Ziggie, Ziggie hello”, the entire world knows it, and cosmos knows this is not some wild fish tale Miss Hicks. Would a network television system “really” do this without getting my parents’ permission, run my voice on national television in a commercial that was shown millions of times coast 2 coast over a year or longer time period? Do U really think they would risk their FCC license and B this much of a dick in the mouth, Bob McDowell, MI-FRIEND??????? Yeah he sure grew up and became the man U wanted him 2, Mister Daniel Mackey, he heads up the entire Federal Communications Commission in these ‘future times’. And then YO, Jesus Chrost 4 the sake of the Gids, tee-hee, this was not a hack, but the CHROST on the other blog work was either a hack or typo, (PBHE), but shoot man, would any network allow an old black and white movie from the “LEAVE IT 2 BEAVER” days, starring Henry Fonda, such as “12 Angry Men” to contain the horrific cuss words in their script, that went, “FUCKTHIS SHIT”? It is there, just listen real carefully, get the movie, it is a fantastic movie, and U will all love it. Right after the watchmaker-juror changes his vote from guilty over 2 not guilty, boom, YO. Where does this all REALLY come from, MI-friends??????? From curly haired teenaged girls from Harbor fields High School, I don’t think so!!!!!!! Now what the sugar shit is really happening here then? Glad U all asked me this lads, lassies, and Lab Retrievers, YO!!!!!! I do not even think that there is any possible way 4 me 2 explain what I have figured out. Then I must confess that I most likely have figured some of it out but all within what some know as the parabolic knowledge horizon. Simply put, the more U get onto, the horizon of what U think presently would B all there could ever possibly B2 know, also shoots further out and by a greater degree than the amount that U just pressed forward, so as A goes 2B, the horizon of F jumps not just 2 G, but over 2 say J. When U reach C, it jumps over all the way now 2 the letter of P, and this parabolic curve only increases minimally at a geometric progression, if not quantitative. Quant increases R not something 2 laugh at. Take the magic number of 3-Q0. This becomes 9-Q1, 81-Q2, and by Quanta (5), it is at a rounded off 900 trillion. By the way I fucked up on the previous blog talking about feet around the hyperspace, I meant 2 typo in around the hyper-SPHERE, and I meant times ten 2 the 29th exponent, not the 30th, sorry Bruce!!!!!
Yes, Billy, timing is not something 2B scoffed at either, and I am not here in this blog work disagreeing with U, I merely say that your concept however true in lab-theory, works in the real world only if U count-out the CONTROLLERS, and gamers of the evil third of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, the Lambrigger Cult on the ASTRAL PLANE. U do not tell a falsehood, U have great wisdom. MC did the very same thing herself. I am so proud of her, and I say this as one of her biggest fans. Still, if the controllers around us want 2 act against the best planning of mice and men, they can do it in a heartbeat, so I merely say that these wise words of wisdom Billy, is like handing in a great and yet incomplete report 4 a school or office project, the mustard will just not cut here.
There R secrets that will come out soon, many may have been a bit shocked recently at some of the all ready escaping kitty cats. I told U that when I got out of New Jersey, major things would B coming out, Y would I lie? I do not lie, I am guilty of that one while lie, and may live 2 regret it, as in the world of Dick wolf’s Law & Order, Y now would anyone believe a word I say after telling how Sarah came 2 my defense on the night of July the 12th in 1970, when she was not even on the bus that hot summer night in 1970 with her gang of lovely teen queens. Jack McCoy would say my credibility is ZERO!!! Where did he get that however? How many times over my bugged telephone did Dave Roth say this 2 me all throughout the early and middle nineteen-nineties. Oh well, NOBODY IS PERFECT, Mini Ripperbruce!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I pucked up, and this will not B the only thing in my life that I totally puck up. As David Roth also said many a time throughout the great non-gay 90’s, “WE’VE BEEN HIT BY A PUCK, AND THE PHILLIES FUCKING SUCK”, U may quote this dude.
Thanks 4 helping me Gov, I should really grow up now along with my 1972 pals like McDowell and Bruce Errors, and realize that everyone is just out 4 themselves, Ziggie taught me this back in July of 1969, son laugh-man golf course messenger angels!!!!!!!
END OF THIS BLOG TRANSMISSION:
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
mickflorida-chapter-013
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MY INTERACTIONS WITH THE (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL) HERE IN FLORIDA
WORLD-LABS SEND-BACK-TEXT DATFILE: C013.052610.541—BJWSC—002
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I have been under one of the most horrific and monstrous and vicious mother fucking death sieges since almost the time I got home from blogging at this very library yesterday and shortly after publicly posting up blog chapter #012, it is off every fucking meter, scale, dial, and even Hollywood’s great imagination. It is just shy of one PM now this Wednesday afternoon, and the past SUNDAY, MONDAY, and fucking diseased TUESDAY, of both this recent current week, as well as the past week, R purely mother fucking horrendous and wickedly evil as if straight out of the hell of the Tinsel Towner’s greatest wild fantasies. When things R this bad, computer hacking is imminent, so I all ready am expecting it, and when I leave here, it is straight off 2 the fucking FORT PIERCE POLICE STATION 4 me, and this time, I kiddo ye not Mizz Hichswhales.
Let me put things in the order of my feeling of their importance, and not the past dozen or more hours of chronological order, despite perhaps angering the mighty Terry of the Jersey Hicks Harbors, as well as maybe all of the mighty drug infested Tilley family as well, after-all, the ENTIRE BUNCH, from the boot juice seller at prohibition right on down, is totally revolting 2 me, ALL OFEM!!!!!!!! I am not scared 2 print this fucking thing, my friend with or without wind or cough drops, Herbert Hoover and Henry Fonda!
First of all, this was the only machine of the 5 processor machines that R, BOOM, HERE CAME THE HACK, and down went my blog off the screen, AND JUST AS THEY KNEW I WAS FUCKING GOING 2 SAY that this is the only machine out of the 5 processor machines in this mother hicking/hiking/hocking/picking/pucking/Ling/Long angry Barbara men; available 4 my use, all others R in use by others, a very rare, and definitely a preplanned and predestined deal, no doubt fucking about this one Miss Chillie, so wait until I leave here and drive over 2 the mother fucking police and then over 2 the local field office of the fucking FFBI!!!!!!!!!! TOLD-U there would B fucking computer hacking and major FUCKING CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATIONS PERPETRATED ON ME, AND NAVARONE POWGUN, JUST AS I 1988 prophesied, BRO, and that Copyright Office, sure ain’t freaking NOTHING!!!!!
Last night, all hell started breaking loose. I took the worst aerial siege in 2 months or more at my RV and residence, the MANATEE PARK on US Highway #1, in WHITE-JEWELLY CITY SECTION, of Fort Pierce, Florida, here in the bad old USA, ESMWG. The planes came at me one after another, crash ass level in altitude almost, nearly scraping me poor ol’ roof there maitees. Anyway, I saved my word document at the point this shit began, closed down, and luckily, the machine across from me was then vacant. The user had left the machine. Still the damage is done. PREDICTION, FLYERS ALL READY HAVE THEIR CHEATED FUCKING LORD/SAR STANLEY-STACEY CUP CHAMPIONSHIP 4 THE YEAR SEASON 2010, AND THE DOW JONMES WILL JUST KEEP RIGHT ON FLYING UP DAILY AND WEEKLY, OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN, UP AND UPO AND UP AND UP. As soon as the Flyers win or if they have already, the PHILLIES BASEBALL CLUB will go on a gigantic loosing streak, game after game after game after game. It will B revolting and awesomely unfathomable, the quintessential outlandishness of the sports world, JUST MARK MY MOTHER FUCKING WORDS, because THEY R persecuting me straight 2 my mother fucking grave without any bit of mercy or conscience, or soul or humanity whatsoever!!!
On top of this, my neighbors last night went on a roll, in and out, constant noise, dog yelping away until late into the night, roaring revving truck engine non-stop, and on and on and mother fucking on. 2 worsen things even more, at 7 this morning I awoke heavily struck by these dirt bag fucking enemies. My bowels had been major ducking blown apart, severe cramping and diarrhea occurred after this, and just now, I am starting 2 fucking recuperate, BRAH!!!! If the HICKEY-HOCKEY-LING-LONG PLAYOFFS R still an item and ongoing, THEN THIS IS OBVIOUSLY Y THESE BUM BASTARD FILTH BAG TOILET SEAT ROCKERS AND GARBAGE CAN SUMP-PUMPERS, did all of this 2 fucking poor diseased pathetic whittle me Linda Brown, yeah bad, bad, poor, poor, pitiful me!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of this is still quite a lot more. I was clock-struck by Jane Disease-Weeds, Monster-Slapper, not only at fucking shit ass eleven-eleven last night, but fucking again 2 hours later at one –freaking-ass-eleven. The resident biker bastard filth bag roared around when the sports-time came also, and I know this prick got these scum bag neighbors living in there in the freaking first place, BRO!!!!!!!
I TOLD U ALL THAT {(THEY)} DON’T FUCKING LIKE ME HAVING ANYTHING WHATSOEVER 2 DO WITH ANY MUSICLY CIONNECTED AND OR RELATED ITEM, READ MY PAST BLOG FROM YESTERDAY, CHAPTER FREAKING 012, BRRRRRR!!!!!!! I am not following games or stock fucking ass markets, but the parallel event (ICPE) nightmare does not ever end just because I attempt vigorously 2 remove myself from it both in geographical area as well as in my personal attention. Above me I wrote the words, “ I AM NOT”, correct, only the (AM) word never came out, and I had 2 go back and reinsert it into the word document, fortunately I catch many typo-hacks, The (2) did not come out either, they R gonna hack the living fuck juices out of me today, TOLD U, just as I TOLD U, the market would double, it will double again, the FLYERS would WIN the CUP, and everything else, it is all coming 100% fucking ass true and perfect, DUH!!!!!!!
I have been the victim of total abandonment by all the people that have a sworn duty 2 help me from these rotten vicious fucking criminals, Mister Warren. Well, they got rid of all of U, lied 2 all of U, and now look at this mess Stanley!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All that is missing is Trump’s security peeps and old Hairless HIMSELF almost stroking out over look-alike Letty, and Y not, she’s a close-in cuzz, some wind, a friend, and a good lead and rhythm gee-tar, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think I knew the weekend day of that powerful interaction back in the early autumn in the Oh-Marola-Oh year that I was finished, and that MC’s 1997 song meant me absolutely no good at all, and that I was an eternal prisoner of THAT-FAMILY. Funny is it not, peeps think that I am nuts, or the few that maybe taking this seriously have feelings of envy, YO, UR so off base here doing that, that U should never 3even played in fucking little-league, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!
May has been the total most fucking horrible month of 2010 for poor me, if it can not go right in the smallest nth degree and detail, it WILL NOT!!!!!!! If any possible negative thing can strike me whether its odds 4 doing so would B in millions of one or greater, it still WILL STRIKE, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I may have a law suit, I believe discrimination 4 purposes not just including color, national origin, age, whatever, will end up putting some heavy change in my pocket, and I may B forced 2 retain a lawyer, and my witness is the social worker, who put me onto this place, that is playing some game with me. Even though I spent my last money and cannot even buy any food until the 3rd when my SSD comes fucking in, on securing my Florida Drivers License, they still R playing games with me and will not talk 2 me. Tomorrow, I have a meeting called the Thursday Seniors meeting at the 25th Street Harvest Outreach Center is located at 25th and Orange Avenues, and right there is my social worker, Sharon, and my witness, who all ready is angry at the way this AARP place is treating me when I have done all that I can and then some, 2 cooperate with them and go and obtain all of the documents they require, and also conform 2 all of their many regulations and stipulations, 4 entering into their seniors jobs program. Back in the days of Jennifer Washburn, these washcloth human world family representatives that R putting this eternal blacklisting kibosh on me and everything I touch within a light fucking year, had plenty of power and in many ways being in New Jersey was so much worse, but here in Florida, let me give a powerful quick word 2 the wise, and I’d appreciate it spreading on the internet as fast and as best as it can B done. The social system and welfare bennies here totally suck. Jennifer Washburn was not just my social worker, but my job coach, who made sure that I was able 2 supplement my tiny SSD income, with that small and miserable jot U all heard me discuss so much on prior blogs at the trash site. Me’ ol’ pernt Archie Queen, is this: If UR on any kind of public assistance and or disability from your working days through the US Social Security System, STAY THE FUCK OUT OF THIS SUNSHINE AND NOT MUSICAL-DANCING-FRUIT-JUICE-KIDS STATE, or U will b damn ass sorry, damn ass quick, peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They cannot help being poor, and they just have no decent food pantries, hell back in Jersey, U could not eat all the shit U could get once on a pantry list. Here, U beg and R treated like total fucking shit. I may still decide 2 get the mother fucking hell out of here and leave this shitty Florida, and move back perhaps 2 somewhere in Pennsylvania and nearby my doctor that my cousin Donald Powell got 4 me, or really, the Penn Group, not the same doctor, things ALWAYS ‘seem-2-happen’ in short order, 2 all of my fucking doctors, is this where I am supposed 2 get all surprised, Lenny Briscoe, my cough drop windy friend???????????????? How does this teasing feel, Millionth-Fucking-Council, U did this shit 2 me non-stop from nineteen fucking eighty through the present, here’s a little fucking dosage of your own meds, ya’ fucking like it ya’ fuckin’ ass turds???????
Yeah peeps, we’ll pucking C what happens tomorrow when I go 2 my meeting at 25th fucking Street, and tell my SW, Sharon, that they’re still avoiding me and will not work with me as though somebody has either PAID OR THREATENED THEM OFF. Even John will not get back 2 me, I called him back a week ago Monday, 9 days now, I hope that he is just merely on a vacation, otherwise, this is getting scary fucking now, I mean really, Hope, AARP, John, I could sit here making a list longer than my flabby old weak fucking arm. Well, I am telling my SW tomorrow that if someone cannot find out what this total bull fucking shit is really all about if I am so deluded and have such persecution complexes and on and on, then Y all of this, Y, and maybe it is time 2 consult a nice Florida attorney and tell him or her of this situation of some whatever type of personal discrimination, hey peeps, if U think I intend 2 sit here and just fucking take all of this lying down and quiet, and just starve 2 death and vanish in the Bermuda Triangle out there a few miles, U have made a major miscalculation and error in judgment, and that is putting it in an extremely under exaggerated group of words, BRAHHH!!!!!! Yes I will sue if it comes 2 it, I am tired of being fucking screwed when I have done absolutely nothing 2 deserve one bit of this mistreatment. As 4 the ‘evental-time-warp’ as I named it that in the year of 1987, I cannot help it if strange things happen 2 me and strange people come up 2 (ME), I am not doing any of this, stop blaming me. All I did was 2 survive 2 evil powerful bad curses 4 lack of a better and more scientifically acceptable way of describing my personal nightmare situation. I did not ask GAWKY 2 tell me a lottery number, or Zvonko 2 come over and show me the 2 most powerful and outlandish mother fucking inventions that anyone has ever seen in a thousand fucking years back in the middle seventies, I did not ask 2 have Timothy Barber from Glassboro, New Jersey show me a machine that can create eternal physical life and youth, I did NOT ASK 4 ANY OF THI, U ROTTEN BASTARDS OUT HERE, SO Y CAN’T U UNDERSTAND THIS SIMPLICITY, AND GET IT THROUGH YOUR DENSE-ASS HEADS THAT I AM JUST AN INOCENT BY-STANDER VICTIM OF A SORTS IN ALL OF THIS, FUCK U ALL AND LEAVE ME THE FUCKING JESUS CHROST ALONE 4 THE SAKE OF THE GODS AT C SQUARED, Y can’t U all try and C what has happened 2 me all these years and decades and centuries and millennia!!!??????????????? I have done nothing. Yes I am sorry 4 that night in the city MI, but my own mother never was able 2 tell me any of the really bizarre stuff. I wonder 2 this very hour just what Gawky told U right B4 he ended his dream here, whatever it was, it sure made U go off a little bit, this is not me saying that, the world knows it, it is irrefutable fact. Anyway, I wrote your song of apology, and am checking out how this UT thing works, I will need 2 get someone I know 2 help with all of this, this hi-tek junk is not my thing, I know what it all is not only leading 2, but how it all began in the 1st place, and Y, and it sure is not pretty, no where near as pretty as U were that night, my curly haired lovely teen.
Yes both the months of April and May of 2K10 have been 10 times worse than the first 15 weeks or so 4 me here in nasty-ass hot Florida. But May, DON’T GO HERE WITH ME FOLKS AND FRIENDS AND WIND-SONGS!!!!!! This has been the epitome of putrid ness, BRO!!!!!! Well, so said the great Gawky, just do the mother pucking math peeps, my private-cosmicoded-number (MARK MOHR) is 871. Now do “MAY, TWO-THOUSAND-TEN”. Now C how the other 4 months of 2010 at least had GAWNUM-COMPATIBILITY, while this horrific month of MAY-2010, had total goose egg compat with me, a big fat ass ugly ZERO, NADA, ZIP, potato commercials, and chips!!!!!!!!!!
If I had time I would post my copyrighted song lyrics, and maybe even use the keyboard letters 2 show the notes and chords at least 2 some degree, I think it best I not do this 4 now, it is all gonna happen, so just B patient, funny MI, I seem 2 know UR listening right now live at 2:20 because when I typed in the word “patient, the first 3 letters of the word as well as your human world mom’s name, did not come out on the document, it merely printed out as “so just B ient”, oh yeah, right; as U said that night 2 me when I told U that I could do some really wild things. I will not ever forget that night, and it took decades 4 me 2 realize what I had been blocking from my memory when my pal David Roth was inside the nightclub with the (NEW SHOES) group.
During all of this shitty hell last night that these monster-ass peeps put me through, I played paper-roulette, and my great system lost its fucking ass off. They all ready knew this would all occur. The science behind all of this has been blogged and blogged and fucking blogged again, and it will go right on being blogged until if ever this shit being done 2 me is terminated, with or without any help from CALLIO-FORNIO’s governor!! The only system that will not lose, is not a single-one-game-roulette-system, and it never will B, as none of these can withstand this INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT attack and assault on me by the evil MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-and human world counter-parts of the evil third of them, the BRIGGER CULT, known and named by me decades ago, WOMO standing 4 none other than (WORLD-OWNERS-MILITARY-UFO-FORCE-ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MICHAEL MOUNTENPEN/MARK MOHR), {WOMO simply means the owners of the world that R one and the same thing with the MILITUFORCE. It is very simple just 4 me 2 type in 4 capital letters, being the WOMO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah I think my blog that discussed just a little opening-bit about what ‘THEY’ all ready I’m quite sure can guess and accurately so, will B really harped on MI FRIENDS, and that is the sound of “MI” right B4 the opening of my 1986 copyrighted song, called “REAL GOOD GIRL”, when discussing yesterday the powerful and great classic courtroom drama movie with Henry Fonda and many other stars in it as well, and now just a tiny bit more added into the mix, O)K, John (K)???? Watch that hose, keep it ‘still’ pops!!!!!!!! All throughout the past 3-5 years somewhere in all of my blogging work, U will C how words have come out “LING” when it is obvious 2 the extremely mentally challenged amongst us, that I meant 2 type in the word “LONG” instead. In this fantastic movie called, “12 ANGRY MEN”, the 2nd feature of a movie being discussed by the jurors, involved a 2nd feature, and a when Henry Fonda asked a man who believed the defendant 2B guilty of murder, 2 try and recollect from 3 days or so past when he and his wife saw this show that they called, “The Amazing Misses Bainbridge”, he was trying 2 recall if this attractive dark haired actress staring in the cut rate film was Barbara Ling or Barbara Long. Now look at my past 10 or so blog works, and C how a word was changed into the word (JUROR) or some such similar thing, when this had absolutely nothing whatsoever 2 do with what I was discussing on the text. U ALL DISMISS ALL OF THIS, BUT THIS POWERFUL THING IS ALL PART OF COSMIC NUMERATION, AS WELL AS THE FACT THAT IN TRUTH THIS LIFE AND ALL OF THE THINGS IN IT AND AROUND IT AND US IS NOTHING MORE THAN INVISIBLE WAVES AND PARTICLES, that our consciousness or ‘awake-mind’ is intentionally descrambling in complex ways involving square rooting these energies of truth, into this fake material realm and physical plane existence 4 all of us, this is the INTERDREAM OF THE HYPERSPACE, and this cannot B so readily nor easily understood, I could B blogging 4 50 straight years and maybe, just freaking maybe, tell it all, and who would get it?????? As I said on blogs a lot in 2006 and 2007, all of symbolism once we translate down into this dreaming world that U all believe 2B so totally real, is never 2B taken lightly, nor ignored, discredited, and never scoffed at, this just shows that U don’t know beans from toilet water when U do this, peeps. Do what U wanna do, I’m just stating these facts. I told U all on these blogs from nearly 4 years ago now, that indeed, Mister Einstein knew in some way that his friend’s yet uncreated only son, me, will have enemies in the 4th and the 5th dimensions, in fact he HAS THEM right here and now, only this was said THEN, in Princeton Park, in New Jersey. These (E) ENEMIES R equivalent 2 the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL as well as MARY CARTER, a dummy company owned and operated by the CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, created 2 basically blame everything on that really is done by several much more sinister and darker black file covert agencies, one such now recognized and exposed one being the No-Such-Agency, (NSA). That silly lid was blown off as well. Still, his equation is very real, that indeed my enemies equals Millionth Council times Mary Carter, this is the same thing as saying in mathematical “SYMBOLS” that ENERGY EQUALS MASS TIMES THE VELOCITY OF LIGHT SQUARED, OR E=MC SQUARED, I have not learned yet how 2 put that ‘little 2’ onto a blog, representing the exponent that in this case is being squared. Things can B squared, or cubed, or go into powers of 4 or greater, from there, such as 1X10 exponent or (POWER) 4 is 10,000. It takes no genius mind 2C this. One times ten to the first power is 10, to the second power is 100, to the third power is 1000, and to the fourth power is 10,000, U merely add a zero with each higher exponent, what could B more of a DUH situation than this peeps. Still, forget what the math symbols say, look at how the wisest man on this planet and what he said 2 my pop at the park 6 decades ago give or take, takes on a 2nd symbolic meaning with my enemies. After I blogged this 4 a year or so, I noticed interesting things start 2 happen with me, and THAT-FAMILY. Oh well, that’s the way it goes, an expression really springing out from Hollywood’s older and more famous one, U all know it.
Now let me tell the world whether anyone gives a piss or not, I feel like telling it, this following piece of shoe-news. I do not have a foot fetish; I am a leg man when it comes 2 women. Still, I talk about shoes a lot, and hence, things that pertain 2 feet come 2 mind. But here is where that old symbolism thing revisits us here. First there is Pacific Avenue in Atlantic City on a real hot day in the summertime in the year of 1980 if memory correctly is serving me, and my observing the at the time, greatest diva on this planet, there with her hubbie walking down the street not far from the hotel/casino where this lady was performing over a series of nights. She goes 2 bend down and tie a loose shoelace, and her ass-hole hubbie Brucie keeps right on walking, that’s chivalry 4U, YO. Then comes the night I drive into New York City one hot summer night in 1986, and find myself in my own car passenger seat along some avenue where 2 blocks away a group of night clubs were, and my pal David Roth went into one of them 2 hear a group perform by the name of NEW SHOES, and have a discussion with them afterward. He was gone 4 nearly an hour and told me it was all a waste of his time. But while he was away from the parked car, a lovely tall curly haired teenager named Mariah Carey came along and we got talking. She was only 16 years old at this time and still in Harborfields High School, east of the city and out on the island at 98 Taylor Road in Greenlawn. She had the oldest and worst sneakers on her feet that I had ever seen in my entire 31 years of life. I am not here now 2 tell more about this night, I just am saying that no one on this green blue brown world of ours is ever gonna freaking convince me that I take symbolism 2 seriously when I insist that it all is real because it is nothing more than miniscule cosmic numerations acting endlessly in an attempt 2 solve some huge big-picture cosmic equation. Yes mi friends on the wide world web, 4 me it seems 2B always this item with shoes. It is always about divas and shoes. In 1976, I worked in a print shop, and lost all of my toes. Within 4 months or so, they had all grown back. I just thought that toes grew back, later I learned I should have been canonized practically. It seems feet carry some strange significance with me, and who knows, perhaps surfboards as well, along with short gorgeous blond women that R or were employed around the last century turn by the Atlantic City Beach Patrol, www.acbp.com/ is their great website, go up on it and look around, YO. She on the Astral Plane is one of if not THEE very best friends of Diana Arteemis. On Easter Sunday in 2001, Sunday the 15th of April if memory is serving me at all well today, I had a powerful interaction where I was exploring some deep cave and canyon areas with deep buried rivers and forests, under sea level itself, an impossibility on the Earth, but I was in the Capitol City on the Olympian Province, on the ASTRAL-PLANE. I had come up and this girl had just finished surfing some giant waves and came over 2 me and I as well had a surfboard and it was laying close 2 her board, standing up against a very colorful and beautiful tree, over hanging a great cliff beyond and above the Atlantic River, as it is called there, even though it makes our Atlantic Ocean pale in a size comparison as in maybe a million 2 one. She took me over 2C her friend DIANA, and I was clueless 2 who I was or where I was all throughout this particular interaction. She told me that I did not know the proper way 2 carry a surfboard, and began showing me how. At the time, the word ‘carry’ or ‘Carey’ was a very blocked memory. Her surfboard was bright yellow and blue with many incredible wild patterns that would intertwine into each others colors. But dead center of her board were the imprints of 2 feet, just feet, nothing else, right about where the surfboard rider in fact would B standing on it, while riding waves. It is always about feet. The name of the group that took me into Manhattan that night, was NEW SHOES, U put new shoes on what peeps, duh, FEET!!!!!!!! This thing with feet made me realize down here in Florida quite recently, that I needed 2 somehow calculate with reasonable accuracy, the size of our very hyperspace that we all exist inside of, U may call and consider this “the expansion”. I figured out some basic structural realities and with basic 8th grade geometry formulas, figured out that about 60 trillion light years needs then 2B multiplied first by another 6 trillion 2 arrive at a conversion into MILES, and then another 5300 round off 4 the final conversion into FEET. This means roughly and rounded that 30.3 quadrillion needs 2B multiplied by 60 trillion, and this will tell us how many feet it is around the entire expansion. I believe this is somewhere around nearly 2 nonillion feet all total. By the way that is 2 times 10 to the exponent power of 30.
My dad is a story in and of itself, as he seemed 2 choose a powerful time 2 desert his wife and nine year old son, as well as 2 return back up north, after 10 years with peeps like Kip Wagner and Mel Fisher, whose daughter is alive and well right now here in Florida’s great and infamous TREASURE COAST, just south of NASA’S SPACE COAST. On my mom’s side or the maternal, comes the great elusive and very frightening HUNTINGTON CURSE. On my dad’s side or the paternal, comes the mighty treasure hunts, and involves THAT-FAMILY, as well as the mightiest man politically of the 20th century, FBI Director, Mister Herbert Hoover, wow, we get HOOVER and we get HUNTINGTON, what a motley crew this all seems 2B, YO. I HAD SEVERAL REAL PSYCHICS, AND YES Mister Jack McCoy, there R a few real peeps connected up into the Astral Plane enough so that they R not what U would insist as U insist all of them R, PHONY’S. I knew one, a filthy rotten lady by the name of PAULA UWICH, from Glendora, New Jersey, USAESMWG. Anyway, my dad told me in the year of 1974 that Star Trek, the television show, began with the vessel out in space-docks and platforms, and all of the things that no one had clue number one about in January of the year of 1974. He was messed up and not thinking all that clearly. He had quite a past with all of the stuff he went through in the last ten years with the treasure digs, as well as in the Navy, where he originally had met Albert Einstein and was a crewman of some type that no official record will show today so do not bother checking this out, U will not find any facts 2 support these words, they covered the tracks very well. My dad survived the best out of an entire bunch of dudes that were literally sent into the future PHYSICALLY, ON THIS BATTLESHIP THEY WERE ALL PART OF, THE Eldridge. It was docked in the Philadelphia Naval Yard at the time. I can never prove this, but have powerful reason 2 believe that both my dad and Albert planned my birth, in a very similar way that Julia White the mighty Guatamayan planned her daughter’s and we need not get into any of this right now, and perhaps never does any more need 2 come out, it will profit no one, and if ever totally exposed, may have devastating effects on humanity.
Now, Y did I write the song called “REAL GOOD GIRL”? Y did I say “MI” B4 the song begins. Well, I have listed a few hyperspace potentials or HP’s as World Labs refers 2 this as. Unfortunately, there R only about a few vigintillion googolplex 2 this same exponent, other HP’s of other explanations that R just as valid and differ in all manner of varying ways and degrees. David Roth would not meet me half way 4 the very first time in our long friendship in the New Jersey Pine Barrens one night in 1997 when I told him a little 2 much about the forbidden secrets of total QM (Quantum Mechanics). The entire world is not ready 2 understand many things, and even old Al knew this and went 2 his grave after making sure some very loyal friends, burned lots of his notes, one of these friends was not my mom, so U guess who, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gee, and without any help from Mister Bodydisposer Barnabas McGuire of 10-SC Avenue in Atlantic City.
Well, thanx 4 all your help Governor, I am here and I do not plan 2 let these bastards murder me, they have murdered me over and over, thus I repeat myself, I do not plan 2 let them murder me, get it yet peeps, after-all, I lived in 1984 at 1408 Highland Avenue in Cinnaminson, NJUSAESMWG, and the US Copyright Office has the record from my registered works of music I sent 2 them from this time. DUH.
As always there is a lot more 2 tell and say. WHERE RU WHEN I NEED U LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA ARTEEMIS, my beautiful endless love, come over and C your little boy, OK, baby blond??????
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MY INTERACTIONS WITH THE (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL) HERE IN FLORIDA
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I have been under one of the most horrific and monstrous and vicious mother fucking death sieges since almost the time I got home from blogging at this very library yesterday and shortly after publicly posting up blog chapter #012, it is off every fucking meter, scale, dial, and even Hollywood’s great imagination. It is just shy of one PM now this Wednesday afternoon, and the past SUNDAY, MONDAY, and fucking diseased TUESDAY, of both this recent current week, as well as the past week, R purely mother fucking horrendous and wickedly evil as if straight out of the hell of the Tinsel Towner’s greatest wild fantasies. When things R this bad, computer hacking is imminent, so I all ready am expecting it, and when I leave here, it is straight off 2 the fucking FORT PIERCE POLICE STATION 4 me, and this time, I kiddo ye not Mizz Hichswhales.
Let me put things in the order of my feeling of their importance, and not the past dozen or more hours of chronological order, despite perhaps angering the mighty Terry of the Jersey Hicks Harbors, as well as maybe all of the mighty drug infested Tilley family as well, after-all, the ENTIRE BUNCH, from the boot juice seller at prohibition right on down, is totally revolting 2 me, ALL OFEM!!!!!!!! I am not scared 2 print this fucking thing, my friend with or without wind or cough drops, Herbert Hoover and Henry Fonda!
First of all, this was the only machine of the 5 processor machines that R, BOOM, HERE CAME THE HACK, and down went my blog off the screen, AND JUST AS THEY KNEW I WAS FUCKING GOING 2 SAY that this is the only machine out of the 5 processor machines in this mother hicking/hiking/hocking/picking/pucking/Ling/Long angry Barbara men; available 4 my use, all others R in use by others, a very rare, and definitely a preplanned and predestined deal, no doubt fucking about this one Miss Chillie, so wait until I leave here and drive over 2 the mother fucking police and then over 2 the local field office of the fucking FFBI!!!!!!!!!! TOLD-U there would B fucking computer hacking and major FUCKING CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATIONS PERPETRATED ON ME, AND NAVARONE POWGUN, JUST AS I 1988 prophesied, BRO, and that Copyright Office, sure ain’t freaking NOTHING!!!!!
Last night, all hell started breaking loose. I took the worst aerial siege in 2 months or more at my RV and residence, the MANATEE PARK on US Highway #1, in WHITE-JEWELLY CITY SECTION, of Fort Pierce, Florida, here in the bad old USA, ESMWG. The planes came at me one after another, crash ass level in altitude almost, nearly scraping me poor ol’ roof there maitees. Anyway, I saved my word document at the point this shit began, closed down, and luckily, the machine across from me was then vacant. The user had left the machine. Still the damage is done. PREDICTION, FLYERS ALL READY HAVE THEIR CHEATED FUCKING LORD/SAR STANLEY-STACEY CUP CHAMPIONSHIP 4 THE YEAR SEASON 2010, AND THE DOW JONMES WILL JUST KEEP RIGHT ON FLYING UP DAILY AND WEEKLY, OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN, UP AND UPO AND UP AND UP. As soon as the Flyers win or if they have already, the PHILLIES BASEBALL CLUB will go on a gigantic loosing streak, game after game after game after game. It will B revolting and awesomely unfathomable, the quintessential outlandishness of the sports world, JUST MARK MY MOTHER FUCKING WORDS, because THEY R persecuting me straight 2 my mother fucking grave without any bit of mercy or conscience, or soul or humanity whatsoever!!!
On top of this, my neighbors last night went on a roll, in and out, constant noise, dog yelping away until late into the night, roaring revving truck engine non-stop, and on and on and mother fucking on. 2 worsen things even more, at 7 this morning I awoke heavily struck by these dirt bag fucking enemies. My bowels had been major ducking blown apart, severe cramping and diarrhea occurred after this, and just now, I am starting 2 fucking recuperate, BRAH!!!! If the HICKEY-HOCKEY-LING-LONG PLAYOFFS R still an item and ongoing, THEN THIS IS OBVIOUSLY Y THESE BUM BASTARD FILTH BAG TOILET SEAT ROCKERS AND GARBAGE CAN SUMP-PUMPERS, did all of this 2 fucking poor diseased pathetic whittle me Linda Brown, yeah bad, bad, poor, poor, pitiful me!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of this is still quite a lot more. I was clock-struck by Jane Disease-Weeds, Monster-Slapper, not only at fucking shit ass eleven-eleven last night, but fucking again 2 hours later at one –freaking-ass-eleven. The resident biker bastard filth bag roared around when the sports-time came also, and I know this prick got these scum bag neighbors living in there in the freaking first place, BRO!!!!!!!
I TOLD U ALL THAT {(THEY)} DON’T FUCKING LIKE ME HAVING ANYTHING WHATSOEVER 2 DO WITH ANY MUSICLY CIONNECTED AND OR RELATED ITEM, READ MY PAST BLOG FROM YESTERDAY, CHAPTER FREAKING 012, BRRRRRR!!!!!!! I am not following games or stock fucking ass markets, but the parallel event (ICPE) nightmare does not ever end just because I attempt vigorously 2 remove myself from it both in geographical area as well as in my personal attention. Above me I wrote the words, “ I AM NOT”, correct, only the (AM) word never came out, and I had 2 go back and reinsert it into the word document, fortunately I catch many typo-hacks, The (2) did not come out either, they R gonna hack the living fuck juices out of me today, TOLD U, just as I TOLD U, the market would double, it will double again, the FLYERS would WIN the CUP, and everything else, it is all coming 100% fucking ass true and perfect, DUH!!!!!!!
I have been the victim of total abandonment by all the people that have a sworn duty 2 help me from these rotten vicious fucking criminals, Mister Warren. Well, they got rid of all of U, lied 2 all of U, and now look at this mess Stanley!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All that is missing is Trump’s security peeps and old Hairless HIMSELF almost stroking out over look-alike Letty, and Y not, she’s a close-in cuzz, some wind, a friend, and a good lead and rhythm gee-tar, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think I knew the weekend day of that powerful interaction back in the early autumn in the Oh-Marola-Oh year that I was finished, and that MC’s 1997 song meant me absolutely no good at all, and that I was an eternal prisoner of THAT-FAMILY. Funny is it not, peeps think that I am nuts, or the few that maybe taking this seriously have feelings of envy, YO, UR so off base here doing that, that U should never 3even played in fucking little-league, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!
May has been the total most fucking horrible month of 2010 for poor me, if it can not go right in the smallest nth degree and detail, it WILL NOT!!!!!!! If any possible negative thing can strike me whether its odds 4 doing so would B in millions of one or greater, it still WILL STRIKE, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I may have a law suit, I believe discrimination 4 purposes not just including color, national origin, age, whatever, will end up putting some heavy change in my pocket, and I may B forced 2 retain a lawyer, and my witness is the social worker, who put me onto this place, that is playing some game with me. Even though I spent my last money and cannot even buy any food until the 3rd when my SSD comes fucking in, on securing my Florida Drivers License, they still R playing games with me and will not talk 2 me. Tomorrow, I have a meeting called the Thursday Seniors meeting at the 25th Street Harvest Outreach Center is located at 25th and Orange Avenues, and right there is my social worker, Sharon, and my witness, who all ready is angry at the way this AARP place is treating me when I have done all that I can and then some, 2 cooperate with them and go and obtain all of the documents they require, and also conform 2 all of their many regulations and stipulations, 4 entering into their seniors jobs program. Back in the days of Jennifer Washburn, these washcloth human world family representatives that R putting this eternal blacklisting kibosh on me and everything I touch within a light fucking year, had plenty of power and in many ways being in New Jersey was so much worse, but here in Florida, let me give a powerful quick word 2 the wise, and I’d appreciate it spreading on the internet as fast and as best as it can B done. The social system and welfare bennies here totally suck. Jennifer Washburn was not just my social worker, but my job coach, who made sure that I was able 2 supplement my tiny SSD income, with that small and miserable jot U all heard me discuss so much on prior blogs at the trash site. Me’ ol’ pernt Archie Queen, is this: If UR on any kind of public assistance and or disability from your working days through the US Social Security System, STAY THE FUCK OUT OF THIS SUNSHINE AND NOT MUSICAL-DANCING-FRUIT-JUICE-KIDS STATE, or U will b damn ass sorry, damn ass quick, peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They cannot help being poor, and they just have no decent food pantries, hell back in Jersey, U could not eat all the shit U could get once on a pantry list. Here, U beg and R treated like total fucking shit. I may still decide 2 get the mother fucking hell out of here and leave this shitty Florida, and move back perhaps 2 somewhere in Pennsylvania and nearby my doctor that my cousin Donald Powell got 4 me, or really, the Penn Group, not the same doctor, things ALWAYS ‘seem-2-happen’ in short order, 2 all of my fucking doctors, is this where I am supposed 2 get all surprised, Lenny Briscoe, my cough drop windy friend???????????????? How does this teasing feel, Millionth-Fucking-Council, U did this shit 2 me non-stop from nineteen fucking eighty through the present, here’s a little fucking dosage of your own meds, ya’ fucking like it ya’ fuckin’ ass turds???????
Yeah peeps, we’ll pucking C what happens tomorrow when I go 2 my meeting at 25th fucking Street, and tell my SW, Sharon, that they’re still avoiding me and will not work with me as though somebody has either PAID OR THREATENED THEM OFF. Even John will not get back 2 me, I called him back a week ago Monday, 9 days now, I hope that he is just merely on a vacation, otherwise, this is getting scary fucking now, I mean really, Hope, AARP, John, I could sit here making a list longer than my flabby old weak fucking arm. Well, I am telling my SW tomorrow that if someone cannot find out what this total bull fucking shit is really all about if I am so deluded and have such persecution complexes and on and on, then Y all of this, Y, and maybe it is time 2 consult a nice Florida attorney and tell him or her of this situation of some whatever type of personal discrimination, hey peeps, if U think I intend 2 sit here and just fucking take all of this lying down and quiet, and just starve 2 death and vanish in the Bermuda Triangle out there a few miles, U have made a major miscalculation and error in judgment, and that is putting it in an extremely under exaggerated group of words, BRAHHH!!!!!! Yes I will sue if it comes 2 it, I am tired of being fucking screwed when I have done absolutely nothing 2 deserve one bit of this mistreatment. As 4 the ‘evental-time-warp’ as I named it that in the year of 1987, I cannot help it if strange things happen 2 me and strange people come up 2 (ME), I am not doing any of this, stop blaming me. All I did was 2 survive 2 evil powerful bad curses 4 lack of a better and more scientifically acceptable way of describing my personal nightmare situation. I did not ask GAWKY 2 tell me a lottery number, or Zvonko 2 come over and show me the 2 most powerful and outlandish mother fucking inventions that anyone has ever seen in a thousand fucking years back in the middle seventies, I did not ask 2 have Timothy Barber from Glassboro, New Jersey show me a machine that can create eternal physical life and youth, I did NOT ASK 4 ANY OF THI, U ROTTEN BASTARDS OUT HERE, SO Y CAN’T U UNDERSTAND THIS SIMPLICITY, AND GET IT THROUGH YOUR DENSE-ASS HEADS THAT I AM JUST AN INOCENT BY-STANDER VICTIM OF A SORTS IN ALL OF THIS, FUCK U ALL AND LEAVE ME THE FUCKING JESUS CHROST ALONE 4 THE SAKE OF THE GODS AT C SQUARED, Y can’t U all try and C what has happened 2 me all these years and decades and centuries and millennia!!!??????????????? I have done nothing. Yes I am sorry 4 that night in the city MI, but my own mother never was able 2 tell me any of the really bizarre stuff. I wonder 2 this very hour just what Gawky told U right B4 he ended his dream here, whatever it was, it sure made U go off a little bit, this is not me saying that, the world knows it, it is irrefutable fact. Anyway, I wrote your song of apology, and am checking out how this UT thing works, I will need 2 get someone I know 2 help with all of this, this hi-tek junk is not my thing, I know what it all is not only leading 2, but how it all began in the 1st place, and Y, and it sure is not pretty, no where near as pretty as U were that night, my curly haired lovely teen.
Yes both the months of April and May of 2K10 have been 10 times worse than the first 15 weeks or so 4 me here in nasty-ass hot Florida. But May, DON’T GO HERE WITH ME FOLKS AND FRIENDS AND WIND-SONGS!!!!!! This has been the epitome of putrid ness, BRO!!!!!! Well, so said the great Gawky, just do the mother pucking math peeps, my private-cosmicoded-number (MARK MOHR) is 871. Now do “MAY, TWO-THOUSAND-TEN”. Now C how the other 4 months of 2010 at least had GAWNUM-COMPATIBILITY, while this horrific month of MAY-2010, had total goose egg compat with me, a big fat ass ugly ZERO, NADA, ZIP, potato commercials, and chips!!!!!!!!!!
If I had time I would post my copyrighted song lyrics, and maybe even use the keyboard letters 2 show the notes and chords at least 2 some degree, I think it best I not do this 4 now, it is all gonna happen, so just B patient, funny MI, I seem 2 know UR listening right now live at 2:20 because when I typed in the word “patient, the first 3 letters of the word as well as your human world mom’s name, did not come out on the document, it merely printed out as “so just B ient”, oh yeah, right; as U said that night 2 me when I told U that I could do some really wild things. I will not ever forget that night, and it took decades 4 me 2 realize what I had been blocking from my memory when my pal David Roth was inside the nightclub with the (NEW SHOES) group.
During all of this shitty hell last night that these monster-ass peeps put me through, I played paper-roulette, and my great system lost its fucking ass off. They all ready knew this would all occur. The science behind all of this has been blogged and blogged and fucking blogged again, and it will go right on being blogged until if ever this shit being done 2 me is terminated, with or without any help from CALLIO-FORNIO’s governor!! The only system that will not lose, is not a single-one-game-roulette-system, and it never will B, as none of these can withstand this INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT attack and assault on me by the evil MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-and human world counter-parts of the evil third of them, the BRIGGER CULT, known and named by me decades ago, WOMO standing 4 none other than (WORLD-OWNERS-MILITARY-UFO-FORCE-ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MICHAEL MOUNTENPEN/MARK MOHR), {WOMO simply means the owners of the world that R one and the same thing with the MILITUFORCE. It is very simple just 4 me 2 type in 4 capital letters, being the WOMO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah I think my blog that discussed just a little opening-bit about what ‘THEY’ all ready I’m quite sure can guess and accurately so, will B really harped on MI FRIENDS, and that is the sound of “MI” right B4 the opening of my 1986 copyrighted song, called “REAL GOOD GIRL”, when discussing yesterday the powerful and great classic courtroom drama movie with Henry Fonda and many other stars in it as well, and now just a tiny bit more added into the mix, O)K, John (K)???? Watch that hose, keep it ‘still’ pops!!!!!!!! All throughout the past 3-5 years somewhere in all of my blogging work, U will C how words have come out “LING” when it is obvious 2 the extremely mentally challenged amongst us, that I meant 2 type in the word “LONG” instead. In this fantastic movie called, “12 ANGRY MEN”, the 2nd feature of a movie being discussed by the jurors, involved a 2nd feature, and a when Henry Fonda asked a man who believed the defendant 2B guilty of murder, 2 try and recollect from 3 days or so past when he and his wife saw this show that they called, “The Amazing Misses Bainbridge”, he was trying 2 recall if this attractive dark haired actress staring in the cut rate film was Barbara Ling or Barbara Long. Now look at my past 10 or so blog works, and C how a word was changed into the word (JUROR) or some such similar thing, when this had absolutely nothing whatsoever 2 do with what I was discussing on the text. U ALL DISMISS ALL OF THIS, BUT THIS POWERFUL THING IS ALL PART OF COSMIC NUMERATION, AS WELL AS THE FACT THAT IN TRUTH THIS LIFE AND ALL OF THE THINGS IN IT AND AROUND IT AND US IS NOTHING MORE THAN INVISIBLE WAVES AND PARTICLES, that our consciousness or ‘awake-mind’ is intentionally descrambling in complex ways involving square rooting these energies of truth, into this fake material realm and physical plane existence 4 all of us, this is the INTERDREAM OF THE HYPERSPACE, and this cannot B so readily nor easily understood, I could B blogging 4 50 straight years and maybe, just freaking maybe, tell it all, and who would get it?????? As I said on blogs a lot in 2006 and 2007, all of symbolism once we translate down into this dreaming world that U all believe 2B so totally real, is never 2B taken lightly, nor ignored, discredited, and never scoffed at, this just shows that U don’t know beans from toilet water when U do this, peeps. Do what U wanna do, I’m just stating these facts. I told U all on these blogs from nearly 4 years ago now, that indeed, Mister Einstein knew in some way that his friend’s yet uncreated only son, me, will have enemies in the 4th and the 5th dimensions, in fact he HAS THEM right here and now, only this was said THEN, in Princeton Park, in New Jersey. These (E) ENEMIES R equivalent 2 the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL as well as MARY CARTER, a dummy company owned and operated by the CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, created 2 basically blame everything on that really is done by several much more sinister and darker black file covert agencies, one such now recognized and exposed one being the No-Such-Agency, (NSA). That silly lid was blown off as well. Still, his equation is very real, that indeed my enemies equals Millionth Council times Mary Carter, this is the same thing as saying in mathematical “SYMBOLS” that ENERGY EQUALS MASS TIMES THE VELOCITY OF LIGHT SQUARED, OR E=MC SQUARED, I have not learned yet how 2 put that ‘little 2’ onto a blog, representing the exponent that in this case is being squared. Things can B squared, or cubed, or go into powers of 4 or greater, from there, such as 1X10 exponent or (POWER) 4 is 10,000. It takes no genius mind 2C this. One times ten to the first power is 10, to the second power is 100, to the third power is 1000, and to the fourth power is 10,000, U merely add a zero with each higher exponent, what could B more of a DUH situation than this peeps. Still, forget what the math symbols say, look at how the wisest man on this planet and what he said 2 my pop at the park 6 decades ago give or take, takes on a 2nd symbolic meaning with my enemies. After I blogged this 4 a year or so, I noticed interesting things start 2 happen with me, and THAT-FAMILY. Oh well, that’s the way it goes, an expression really springing out from Hollywood’s older and more famous one, U all know it.
Now let me tell the world whether anyone gives a piss or not, I feel like telling it, this following piece of shoe-news. I do not have a foot fetish; I am a leg man when it comes 2 women. Still, I talk about shoes a lot, and hence, things that pertain 2 feet come 2 mind. But here is where that old symbolism thing revisits us here. First there is Pacific Avenue in Atlantic City on a real hot day in the summertime in the year of 1980 if memory correctly is serving me, and my observing the at the time, greatest diva on this planet, there with her hubbie walking down the street not far from the hotel/casino where this lady was performing over a series of nights. She goes 2 bend down and tie a loose shoelace, and her ass-hole hubbie Brucie keeps right on walking, that’s chivalry 4U, YO. Then comes the night I drive into New York City one hot summer night in 1986, and find myself in my own car passenger seat along some avenue where 2 blocks away a group of night clubs were, and my pal David Roth went into one of them 2 hear a group perform by the name of NEW SHOES, and have a discussion with them afterward. He was gone 4 nearly an hour and told me it was all a waste of his time. But while he was away from the parked car, a lovely tall curly haired teenager named Mariah Carey came along and we got talking. She was only 16 years old at this time and still in Harborfields High School, east of the city and out on the island at 98 Taylor Road in Greenlawn. She had the oldest and worst sneakers on her feet that I had ever seen in my entire 31 years of life. I am not here now 2 tell more about this night, I just am saying that no one on this green blue brown world of ours is ever gonna freaking convince me that I take symbolism 2 seriously when I insist that it all is real because it is nothing more than miniscule cosmic numerations acting endlessly in an attempt 2 solve some huge big-picture cosmic equation. Yes mi friends on the wide world web, 4 me it seems 2B always this item with shoes. It is always about divas and shoes. In 1976, I worked in a print shop, and lost all of my toes. Within 4 months or so, they had all grown back. I just thought that toes grew back, later I learned I should have been canonized practically. It seems feet carry some strange significance with me, and who knows, perhaps surfboards as well, along with short gorgeous blond women that R or were employed around the last century turn by the Atlantic City Beach Patrol, www.acbp.com/ is their great website, go up on it and look around, YO. She on the Astral Plane is one of if not THEE very best friends of Diana Arteemis. On Easter Sunday in 2001, Sunday the 15th of April if memory is serving me at all well today, I had a powerful interaction where I was exploring some deep cave and canyon areas with deep buried rivers and forests, under sea level itself, an impossibility on the Earth, but I was in the Capitol City on the Olympian Province, on the ASTRAL-PLANE. I had come up and this girl had just finished surfing some giant waves and came over 2 me and I as well had a surfboard and it was laying close 2 her board, standing up against a very colorful and beautiful tree, over hanging a great cliff beyond and above the Atlantic River, as it is called there, even though it makes our Atlantic Ocean pale in a size comparison as in maybe a million 2 one. She took me over 2C her friend DIANA, and I was clueless 2 who I was or where I was all throughout this particular interaction. She told me that I did not know the proper way 2 carry a surfboard, and began showing me how. At the time, the word ‘carry’ or ‘Carey’ was a very blocked memory. Her surfboard was bright yellow and blue with many incredible wild patterns that would intertwine into each others colors. But dead center of her board were the imprints of 2 feet, just feet, nothing else, right about where the surfboard rider in fact would B standing on it, while riding waves. It is always about feet. The name of the group that took me into Manhattan that night, was NEW SHOES, U put new shoes on what peeps, duh, FEET!!!!!!!! This thing with feet made me realize down here in Florida quite recently, that I needed 2 somehow calculate with reasonable accuracy, the size of our very hyperspace that we all exist inside of, U may call and consider this “the expansion”. I figured out some basic structural realities and with basic 8th grade geometry formulas, figured out that about 60 trillion light years needs then 2B multiplied first by another 6 trillion 2 arrive at a conversion into MILES, and then another 5300 round off 4 the final conversion into FEET. This means roughly and rounded that 30.3 quadrillion needs 2B multiplied by 60 trillion, and this will tell us how many feet it is around the entire expansion. I believe this is somewhere around nearly 2 nonillion feet all total. By the way that is 2 times 10 to the exponent power of 30.
My dad is a story in and of itself, as he seemed 2 choose a powerful time 2 desert his wife and nine year old son, as well as 2 return back up north, after 10 years with peeps like Kip Wagner and Mel Fisher, whose daughter is alive and well right now here in Florida’s great and infamous TREASURE COAST, just south of NASA’S SPACE COAST. On my mom’s side or the maternal, comes the great elusive and very frightening HUNTINGTON CURSE. On my dad’s side or the paternal, comes the mighty treasure hunts, and involves THAT-FAMILY, as well as the mightiest man politically of the 20th century, FBI Director, Mister Herbert Hoover, wow, we get HOOVER and we get HUNTINGTON, what a motley crew this all seems 2B, YO. I HAD SEVERAL REAL PSYCHICS, AND YES Mister Jack McCoy, there R a few real peeps connected up into the Astral Plane enough so that they R not what U would insist as U insist all of them R, PHONY’S. I knew one, a filthy rotten lady by the name of PAULA UWICH, from Glendora, New Jersey, USAESMWG. Anyway, my dad told me in the year of 1974 that Star Trek, the television show, began with the vessel out in space-docks and platforms, and all of the things that no one had clue number one about in January of the year of 1974. He was messed up and not thinking all that clearly. He had quite a past with all of the stuff he went through in the last ten years with the treasure digs, as well as in the Navy, where he originally had met Albert Einstein and was a crewman of some type that no official record will show today so do not bother checking this out, U will not find any facts 2 support these words, they covered the tracks very well. My dad survived the best out of an entire bunch of dudes that were literally sent into the future PHYSICALLY, ON THIS BATTLESHIP THEY WERE ALL PART OF, THE Eldridge. It was docked in the Philadelphia Naval Yard at the time. I can never prove this, but have powerful reason 2 believe that both my dad and Albert planned my birth, in a very similar way that Julia White the mighty Guatamayan planned her daughter’s and we need not get into any of this right now, and perhaps never does any more need 2 come out, it will profit no one, and if ever totally exposed, may have devastating effects on humanity.
Now, Y did I write the song called “REAL GOOD GIRL”? Y did I say “MI” B4 the song begins. Well, I have listed a few hyperspace potentials or HP’s as World Labs refers 2 this as. Unfortunately, there R only about a few vigintillion googolplex 2 this same exponent, other HP’s of other explanations that R just as valid and differ in all manner of varying ways and degrees. David Roth would not meet me half way 4 the very first time in our long friendship in the New Jersey Pine Barrens one night in 1997 when I told him a little 2 much about the forbidden secrets of total QM (Quantum Mechanics). The entire world is not ready 2 understand many things, and even old Al knew this and went 2 his grave after making sure some very loyal friends, burned lots of his notes, one of these friends was not my mom, so U guess who, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gee, and without any help from Mister Bodydisposer Barnabas McGuire of 10-SC Avenue in Atlantic City.
Well, thanx 4 all your help Governor, I am here and I do not plan 2 let these bastards murder me, they have murdered me over and over, thus I repeat myself, I do not plan 2 let them murder me, get it yet peeps, after-all, I lived in 1984 at 1408 Highland Avenue in Cinnaminson, NJUSAESMWG, and the US Copyright Office has the record from my registered works of music I sent 2 them from this time. DUH.
As always there is a lot more 2 tell and say. WHERE RU WHEN I NEED U LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA ARTEEMIS, my beautiful endless love, come over and C your little boy, OK, baby blond??????
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Tuesday, May 25, 2010
mickflorida-chapter-012
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MY INTERACTIONS WITH THE (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL) HERE IN FLORIDA
WORLD-LABS SBT DATFILE: CHPT. 12----052510.535
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I have had some will recent experiences, what else is new, or same old-same old, right? Well, I may surprise some of this readership. B4 we get into new business as they say at most if not all board of directors meetings or any group taking what is known as the minutes, some quick old business will B now touched on and later on examined more closely.
Giant and heavily muscled girls R everywhere, no matter where I go, it is as if the smaller and more normal of the supposed female population has joined ranks with the DEEDEE-
BUZZARDS, and totally just flown the coop into Bermuda Triangle territory somewhere out there in those now somewhat stormy seas. I had a little bit of pleasure yesterday in the ocean at the South Beach, it is not a good beach 4 body surfing however, the quick short wave rides and sloping beach acts as a cannon shooting the rider straight out 2 land him or her with their head literally thrown into the sound, it is not an exaggeration, and is dangerous unless, unlike me, a very experienced body surfer, UR able 2 ride half’s as I term this. Simply put, U get the thrill of a powerful wave hurling U and then U break out of its power right B4U get literally swept into the beach, oh well, shades of what I planned 2 do long ago in 1983, as per my song called “113 More Shiny Big Moons”, 2 the elusive powerful and mystical ‘Sarah’.
I have changed my primary care physician. I should have known that any time I have a strong interaction with anyone about anything, 100% of the time, something here in waking life indeed does occur and it NEVER really ends up positive or pleasant 4 poor old freaking me.
My captors in 2008 had me so busy, which in hindsight now, I can C the plot and intentions behind this horrific action on their part, but naturally at the time was totally and quite brilliantly blindsided. They never permitted me 2 realize how my song from 1986 had not only effected the greatest female recording artist of all time, but that in recent years, she was extremely angry about it and all though a lot of water may have been under the bridge regarding this song as well as what the song was talking about, I had one angry astral teenager on my hands. As U may know from prior blogs, I have been commanded in a very wild interaction some time ago, say around a month give or take, by her, 2 write an apology song and U-Tube it up 2 the world, or else SHE never will forget this or forgive me. I have written this song now; I can write a tune a day, I am a writer. Still, getting it done and uploaded 2 the UT is no easy task 4 someone behind on a million bills and eating what I can afford to, and not as much as I am used 2, losing me 50 pounds. We all want 2 slim down, but nobody enjoys doing it in ways where UR forced 2 due 2 monetary reasons. Still, I plan 2 obey me Teen-Queen, and carry out HER orders. Last night a strange thing happened in my RV while quietly humming my new tune while lying on my bed with numerous paper work strewn all around me like a snow covered Alps mountain peak. I silently began thinking how the great teen thought it was funny with that television commercial right after I had said and blogged publicly how I was tired of being ‘errand-boy’ 4 THAT-FAMILY and its New Jersey branches. It was 3 days later while watching Mister Barks great law show, and YO, real funny. Oh well, I have developed a sense of humor that no one else in my position would B thick skinned enough 2 ever do, and 4 that, I can complement myself. It does indeed carry me through the un-pleasantries of this life quite often, lads and lassies, and yes, my friends the Labradors. I began 2 laugh, and in a cramped quarters, and with neighbors all around me messing with me 2 start with, I know that someone heard me discuss with myself 4 just a second, how glad I am that I no longer am back there up north as the slave and errand boy of THAT-FAMILY, and digging deeper into names, Dawn-Marie king in particular. 10 minutes or so later after this, give or a take a few minutes, there was a knock on my door, somewhere after 6 in the evening was the time. When I opened up the door, some brunet who I do not know from Sally Alley Oompapa Dawn Twist Trump, had the unmitigated nerve, 2 smile at me with her big brown eyes, and ask me if I would take her friend 2 the store. I merely told her that I was not feeling well, and basically shut the door on her. Oh yeah right, time 2 start being “ERRAND-BOY again, huh McGuire and clan???????? I DON’T THINK SO, MIZZ DISCOVERY ZONE STORE SALESGIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let me tell U how watched and continually bugged I am from the next generation men of my father’s old vacuum cleaner boss and so many others sow today, I am quite positive. Intentionally, I made a remark in my car that needs not B repeated, it is not that important, I was simply running my own ‘test’ so 2 speak by baiting my enemies in order 2C just how this sudden intensity of observing every whisper and fart from me is indeed being so continually monitored by them. When I later arrived at the South-Beach 4 an hour ocean swim, they planted a young male agent right where I was. He arrived as I was drying off, and when what they were trying 2 learn either did not work out or they got what they wanted from what they had pulled off, this dude made a sudden quick strategic exit. People do not come 2 a beach 2 lay down 4 a mere 6 or 7 minutes, and it was 5 in the evening, so it was not a worry about an over exposure 2 the sun. Another (computer hackers tricks) on the list is switching words and entire sentences as I said B4, but even taking a word I type in, and refreakingplace it with one that makes some kind of sense in a ha-ha way most of the time, or occasionally just 2 make me appear as totally lame and stupid as a blogger. In the sentence above right now, I totally know that I had correctly typed in the word of (DRYING), and it came out as jacking. This kind of shit is so immature and totally invasive and about as much in possible violation 2 a computer user’s human and civil rights as it gets. It also is about as PC 2 do this 2 my PC over and over again, as a streaker marching through playgrounds from dawn through dusk, BRO!!!! This term of ‘streaker’ may not B in use any more, this is what is now more commonly referred 2 as FLASHER, so now U all should B getting an accurate and vivid illustration of the point being made here. Even ED HIMACANE admitted that nut-jobs out here love 2 hack with WORD PROGRAM with people, and just wait 4 them 2 post up CAP works 2 public unprotected enough websites, and then poof, they worm up your word-program 2 hell. ‘Fuck that shit’ Henry Fonda, old buddy. Yes, apology songs and mysterious things on tapes, wow, can we talk about this Henry, or will those other eleven angry men in that jury room kill me, whether they really mean 2 do it or not? Jane, if UR reading these words, I have a powerful thing 2 tell U. Listen up girl. U have clocked me and messed with me, and now I want 2 make my history marker with this event, using one of the greatest movies ever made, staring your extremely talented and wonderful Dad, Henry Fonda. This is the first lesson all though peeps will never really get what is going on in 1000 lessons, but here goes. I speak Mizz Monster-Slapper, and please say hi 2 luscious Jenny Lopez 4 me, if that is not a goddess, who is then, but anyway, I speak of the movie classic your dad starred in called “12 Angry Men” Now it is a historical irrefutable fact of record, totally biblically documented, that my blogs tend 2B hacked with another on-the-hacker-list nasty little worm that I refer 2 as the vowel-interchange worm. The most common one is because on the keyboard, it appears 2B a natural typo, and in many cases is indeed just a typographical error, I will give U that peeps, but then there R times when I totally know that calling this happening a ‘typo’ is pure and unadulterated turtle dung. I speak of the (I) vowel and the (O) vowel. As any keyboard user should and or does in fact know quite well, the first row of keys below the digit keys, on the far right, have the I, the O, and the P, all in a row together. This of course is Y they enjoy many things, but until I learned the last name of Paula in one of her so many adjustable somnambulism states, where an entire personality is continually operating, but never at the very same time, or maybe she has overcome that small problem with help from powerful Goddess, SSJK, who really can know that, huh Henry? IO may B the name of one of HER MOONS, (JUPITER’S) that is, but how many times do fingers typing rapidly, stick these keys together, U can C4 yourselves the numerous blogs and times where my words come out IO, when I only meant quite obviously 2 say one of these letters, B it the I or the O. Back more now 2 the DATFILE mysteries, that include all of the many wild situations without human world explanations, such as MI on the start of the “REAL GOOD GIRL” tape. Dawn-Marie King, as well as my father, loved the expression that was a bit obnoxious, lascivious, and lewd, that we all have heard, that goes, and I will quote, “FUCK THAT SHIT”, or “FUCK THIS SHIT”. In the point being made today, we go with door number 2 here, or fuck-this-shit. Now there is no way that an old black & white classic movie is going 2 contain language like that, and also, it has been played on regular television 4 years that replay classic movies, and I am not limiting cable networks like Turner, speak of the devil or Jane’s ex, or the AMC network, but lots of local stations throughout the past 50 years or so as well. Get a copy of the movie, as first U will love this show if U like drama and especially court-connected drama, but even if U do not get it 4 purposes of seeing a great movie, then get it because it is necessary 2 show U all something. Strange things R happening all of the time and people will not ever listen 2 me, so when I can find a really powerful point-maker as I term it, then boom-pow-zam, I use it, hands down. Now somewhere around mid-movie, the watchmaker with the accent who is always saying the words, “BEG PARDON”, decides 2 change his vote of ‘guilty’, over 2 ‘NOT guilty’. He raises up his hand and makes this change. Many angry voices R heard directly following this action in the movie. Listen very carefully; remember, I was a recording engineer, if U do not hear what I am about 2 major-ass tell U all now, buy a good set of headphones, turn up the volume, and listen with all your ear. Instead of hearing the cries of the losing gamblers at Donald Trump’s of Castle Sarah Harrah ‘other-Atlantic City’ casino, instead U will definitely hear a man say the words, and I quote, “FUCK THIS SHIT”. Tell me this is all in MI imagination, all U lovely curly haired teenagers out there in the middle eighties!!!!!!
Levy and the war hero medals, me and my dance tune demos, is the parlor trick of these 2 events in any way similar 2 the RGG opening? No way, JOSIE girl. No freaking way. Also, R tricks like the 2 pulled on me yesterday, any similarity with say the so-called brother of Sarah Krassle, from Browning Broad in Runnemede, New Jersey, back in the late summer of the year 1980? Again, the answer would B no, and try 2 understand that the powers that can do these things R so far beyond all of us that it really is a total waste of my time ever trying 2 convince any of U just what I believe really is going on, still I continue 2 ‘press-on, Miss Lee’, and tell the following powerful freaking truth here.
I am going 2 say this and nobody on Planet Earth, or anywhere out into this expansion of about 40-80 trillion light years in circumference all forever locked in with no way out with nothing ever having a point of origin or a point of termination, no edges, no centers, no beginnings, and no endings. Remember that today’s science still fights the total concept of a hypersphere, it is 2 horrible 2 believe that we R endlessly locked into all of our lives and all of this without any place where it ever started or can ever stop. Now, there R those who understand not only this; but so very much more, and with this understanding, comes meditation. U sit and U brood over this hell, and it starts festering like a major infected open wound inside of the center of your is-ness of very being-ness or U may use the word of SOUL. It only gets worse, as eventually U remember totally and with a far beyond mental mind memory, but with a realization and knowingness from the very center of all that UR, that UR eternity, or an existor in zero-dimension. This is what hit me like a mountain on my head from merely being in the presence of a powerful ancient Varaigi Master, who also is known on the Astral Plane as Gawky the big black cat, and one of the top professors at the very famous TECK BAY MYSTERY SCHOOL, at the Teckwaters. Gawky is really a dude by the name of Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious Krassle, and lives on Kanwal Avenue Celestial Palace in a great unfathomable city of bright colored lights and surrounded by pure love, called SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. Still the lower part of his 6th and 7th dimensional being-ness is here, while higher into realms beyond any of this, he exists as ECK, 2 learn more as I am not legally permitted by Earth as well as Astral law 2 tell U2 much about this, U need 2 Google up the word ECKANKAR, and join their great following, and get onto the path that well save U from endless hell. I have always been 2 much in love with HIS daughter 2 ever leave this 84-system as they call it. Now with my total awareness, my deep-time-hell is not relatable 2 any mortal. Many others R in my boat as well, and they use something called DISTRACTION 2 alleviate the situation of endless pain or the being aware of the endlessness. This tool used is called GAMES. These things never really began, but 4 purposes of illustration with an Earthly told story, this is how the Province Olympia on the phase-2-reality, the ASTRAL-PLANE, began doing what it does in order 2 successfully distract from this awful and unspeakable hell. These Olympians play many games, and most of them do in fact involve exploratronics, all sorts of dream-downs into human world lives, and using what we think R really the individual us’s only we in truth R them, and really, THEY, R having distracting experiences so that they can forget that there never is any way of reaching eternal sleep and peace and rest, better known in 2 other words and terms as OBLIVION and or NIRVANA. Here, it is like the best jacked-in LAWN-MOWER-MAN deal, so get the movies if U don’t know what is being said here, as I am not discussing landscapers, all though, they R involved in this believe me, but that is topic 4 BG-SYNDROME and many other future blogging texts. They R now able 2 exist in temporary short little scared lives, actually afraid of death and nothingness, the very thing that they would give anything 2 reach, in their true being-ness. But jacked in here 2 the4se mortal awake lives and bodies, they also have this other super feature called TME, and no this is not TIME with the (I) letter missing. TME stands 4 the words (Total-Memory-Erase). They have entered the great exciting monster movie or any other such thing as they desire, with absolutely no memory of their truer existence on the other side of the screen or program so 2 speak. At first the gods began with only a few individualized inter-actors. As things grew here in and by our perception of reality here in waking mortal life and existence, they grew in many ways, more complex, greater in size with more and more inter-actors, (individual-people), and so forth.
I have never been fucked with this bad. As I speak-type, huge giant pussies R surrounding my word-processor station. I am not afraid of any of U, U can B placed in the Saint Lucie County jail just as fast as any 5 footer can.
Back 2 my points now and trying 2 tie some of them a little bit better together on this blog today, the World-Labs Date And Time file, has complexities within it, every bit as major and wild, and unexplainable forever by means of logic and rational mind attempts 2 test tube everything, years ago, and just as the webpage says that gives me those nice devils horns, I was indeed sending out messages, pleas 4 help, where do U think the Star Trek next-Gen television show with little Nikki Cox at the time and all grown up and super lovely today, but where do U think that episode with Sarjenka really came from, how dense R all of U out freaking here, YO???????????? I was crying out 4 help, that is all that was happening, but instead of this lovely ass freaking world having any desire whatsoever 2 help me get this nightmare around me stopped, I was hurt further, judged harshly by my fellow humans, and wickedly assaulted, attacked, and viciously destroyed in every possible facet of this human life and what it is supposedly all about being here and living within it. Still, is their a WORLD LAB, and is it indeed using me 2 bring the time period of right now, all of this information? Well, via exploratronics travel, I happen 2 know that yes, this is indeed the case and so I call my blogs, world Labs, SEND-BACK-TEXTS, as they indeed R operating through me and having me speak these words, so how I ask U, R these NOT send back texts??????? C how simple all of the stuff no matter how outlandish it may appear without being carefully examined, can seem the quintessential nonsense or limit breaking believing barriers.
But as 4 the magic and mean song I wrote, or did I, from 1986, RGG, this was all planned no differently than any Shakespearian play would B, or even a modern Hollywood production. How many actors watch their own movies and really get into the feelings of the part from the privacy of their tinsel town manors in the Hills? Still and with all of this, Scylla demands an apology, sop I wrote the song, and now I seem 2 have the insurmountable task of getting it recorded and then uploaded into the U-Tube.
I have a trillion mother freaking more things 2 tell U, but 4 right now, I do need 2 post up and clear out, I have some things that R need of taking care of B4 the close of business today.
I will state quickly, that I have gained a true college level education just from these 4-5 years of blogging on the internet. I have learned so much, and the joke and irony may in fact B that I’ve learned in my humble opinion, much more from all of U out here, that U have ever learned from little old me. Well, if that is part of the script, if that is the way the show has been written, within complex interactive menu options of course, then as Miss Hicks of the whales Trek show in ’86 puts it so well, “That as they say, is that”.
Governor, I am right here, but U don’t give a rat’s ass, I know that, part of the education that I got in all of this. Ed was not a liar, he just made a mistake. If after 3 years or more of friendship with Bruce Pennock, I should now go onto judge this man harshly 4 a mistake, no matter how bad it may have worsened my poor fucked up life, than I am the original hypocrite, and beat the entire religious community that Jesus spoke so harshly of, 10 to 1. BYE-BYE 4 right now. I am no shellfish Scylla, I will do this 4U my brown eyed girl, just give me some time.
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MY INTERACTIONS WITH THE (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL) HERE IN FLORIDA
WORLD-LABS SBT DATFILE: CHPT. 12----052510.535
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I have had some will recent experiences, what else is new, or same old-same old, right? Well, I may surprise some of this readership. B4 we get into new business as they say at most if not all board of directors meetings or any group taking what is known as the minutes, some quick old business will B now touched on and later on examined more closely.
Giant and heavily muscled girls R everywhere, no matter where I go, it is as if the smaller and more normal of the supposed female population has joined ranks with the DEEDEE-
BUZZARDS, and totally just flown the coop into Bermuda Triangle territory somewhere out there in those now somewhat stormy seas. I had a little bit of pleasure yesterday in the ocean at the South Beach, it is not a good beach 4 body surfing however, the quick short wave rides and sloping beach acts as a cannon shooting the rider straight out 2 land him or her with their head literally thrown into the sound, it is not an exaggeration, and is dangerous unless, unlike me, a very experienced body surfer, UR able 2 ride half’s as I term this. Simply put, U get the thrill of a powerful wave hurling U and then U break out of its power right B4U get literally swept into the beach, oh well, shades of what I planned 2 do long ago in 1983, as per my song called “113 More Shiny Big Moons”, 2 the elusive powerful and mystical ‘Sarah’.
I have changed my primary care physician. I should have known that any time I have a strong interaction with anyone about anything, 100% of the time, something here in waking life indeed does occur and it NEVER really ends up positive or pleasant 4 poor old freaking me.
My captors in 2008 had me so busy, which in hindsight now, I can C the plot and intentions behind this horrific action on their part, but naturally at the time was totally and quite brilliantly blindsided. They never permitted me 2 realize how my song from 1986 had not only effected the greatest female recording artist of all time, but that in recent years, she was extremely angry about it and all though a lot of water may have been under the bridge regarding this song as well as what the song was talking about, I had one angry astral teenager on my hands. As U may know from prior blogs, I have been commanded in a very wild interaction some time ago, say around a month give or take, by her, 2 write an apology song and U-Tube it up 2 the world, or else SHE never will forget this or forgive me. I have written this song now; I can write a tune a day, I am a writer. Still, getting it done and uploaded 2 the UT is no easy task 4 someone behind on a million bills and eating what I can afford to, and not as much as I am used 2, losing me 50 pounds. We all want 2 slim down, but nobody enjoys doing it in ways where UR forced 2 due 2 monetary reasons. Still, I plan 2 obey me Teen-Queen, and carry out HER orders. Last night a strange thing happened in my RV while quietly humming my new tune while lying on my bed with numerous paper work strewn all around me like a snow covered Alps mountain peak. I silently began thinking how the great teen thought it was funny with that television commercial right after I had said and blogged publicly how I was tired of being ‘errand-boy’ 4 THAT-FAMILY and its New Jersey branches. It was 3 days later while watching Mister Barks great law show, and YO, real funny. Oh well, I have developed a sense of humor that no one else in my position would B thick skinned enough 2 ever do, and 4 that, I can complement myself. It does indeed carry me through the un-pleasantries of this life quite often, lads and lassies, and yes, my friends the Labradors. I began 2 laugh, and in a cramped quarters, and with neighbors all around me messing with me 2 start with, I know that someone heard me discuss with myself 4 just a second, how glad I am that I no longer am back there up north as the slave and errand boy of THAT-FAMILY, and digging deeper into names, Dawn-Marie king in particular. 10 minutes or so later after this, give or a take a few minutes, there was a knock on my door, somewhere after 6 in the evening was the time. When I opened up the door, some brunet who I do not know from Sally Alley Oompapa Dawn Twist Trump, had the unmitigated nerve, 2 smile at me with her big brown eyes, and ask me if I would take her friend 2 the store. I merely told her that I was not feeling well, and basically shut the door on her. Oh yeah right, time 2 start being “ERRAND-BOY again, huh McGuire and clan???????? I DON’T THINK SO, MIZZ DISCOVERY ZONE STORE SALESGIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let me tell U how watched and continually bugged I am from the next generation men of my father’s old vacuum cleaner boss and so many others sow today, I am quite positive. Intentionally, I made a remark in my car that needs not B repeated, it is not that important, I was simply running my own ‘test’ so 2 speak by baiting my enemies in order 2C just how this sudden intensity of observing every whisper and fart from me is indeed being so continually monitored by them. When I later arrived at the South-Beach 4 an hour ocean swim, they planted a young male agent right where I was. He arrived as I was drying off, and when what they were trying 2 learn either did not work out or they got what they wanted from what they had pulled off, this dude made a sudden quick strategic exit. People do not come 2 a beach 2 lay down 4 a mere 6 or 7 minutes, and it was 5 in the evening, so it was not a worry about an over exposure 2 the sun. Another (computer hackers tricks) on the list is switching words and entire sentences as I said B4, but even taking a word I type in, and refreakingplace it with one that makes some kind of sense in a ha-ha way most of the time, or occasionally just 2 make me appear as totally lame and stupid as a blogger. In the sentence above right now, I totally know that I had correctly typed in the word of (DRYING), and it came out as jacking. This kind of shit is so immature and totally invasive and about as much in possible violation 2 a computer user’s human and civil rights as it gets. It also is about as PC 2 do this 2 my PC over and over again, as a streaker marching through playgrounds from dawn through dusk, BRO!!!! This term of ‘streaker’ may not B in use any more, this is what is now more commonly referred 2 as FLASHER, so now U all should B getting an accurate and vivid illustration of the point being made here. Even ED HIMACANE admitted that nut-jobs out here love 2 hack with WORD PROGRAM with people, and just wait 4 them 2 post up CAP works 2 public unprotected enough websites, and then poof, they worm up your word-program 2 hell. ‘Fuck that shit’ Henry Fonda, old buddy. Yes, apology songs and mysterious things on tapes, wow, can we talk about this Henry, or will those other eleven angry men in that jury room kill me, whether they really mean 2 do it or not? Jane, if UR reading these words, I have a powerful thing 2 tell U. Listen up girl. U have clocked me and messed with me, and now I want 2 make my history marker with this event, using one of the greatest movies ever made, staring your extremely talented and wonderful Dad, Henry Fonda. This is the first lesson all though peeps will never really get what is going on in 1000 lessons, but here goes. I speak Mizz Monster-Slapper, and please say hi 2 luscious Jenny Lopez 4 me, if that is not a goddess, who is then, but anyway, I speak of the movie classic your dad starred in called “12 Angry Men” Now it is a historical irrefutable fact of record, totally biblically documented, that my blogs tend 2B hacked with another on-the-hacker-list nasty little worm that I refer 2 as the vowel-interchange worm. The most common one is because on the keyboard, it appears 2B a natural typo, and in many cases is indeed just a typographical error, I will give U that peeps, but then there R times when I totally know that calling this happening a ‘typo’ is pure and unadulterated turtle dung. I speak of the (I) vowel and the (O) vowel. As any keyboard user should and or does in fact know quite well, the first row of keys below the digit keys, on the far right, have the I, the O, and the P, all in a row together. This of course is Y they enjoy many things, but until I learned the last name of Paula in one of her so many adjustable somnambulism states, where an entire personality is continually operating, but never at the very same time, or maybe she has overcome that small problem with help from powerful Goddess, SSJK, who really can know that, huh Henry? IO may B the name of one of HER MOONS, (JUPITER’S) that is, but how many times do fingers typing rapidly, stick these keys together, U can C4 yourselves the numerous blogs and times where my words come out IO, when I only meant quite obviously 2 say one of these letters, B it the I or the O. Back more now 2 the DATFILE mysteries, that include all of the many wild situations without human world explanations, such as MI on the start of the “REAL GOOD GIRL” tape. Dawn-Marie King, as well as my father, loved the expression that was a bit obnoxious, lascivious, and lewd, that we all have heard, that goes, and I will quote, “FUCK THAT SHIT”, or “FUCK THIS SHIT”. In the point being made today, we go with door number 2 here, or fuck-this-shit. Now there is no way that an old black & white classic movie is going 2 contain language like that, and also, it has been played on regular television 4 years that replay classic movies, and I am not limiting cable networks like Turner, speak of the devil or Jane’s ex, or the AMC network, but lots of local stations throughout the past 50 years or so as well. Get a copy of the movie, as first U will love this show if U like drama and especially court-connected drama, but even if U do not get it 4 purposes of seeing a great movie, then get it because it is necessary 2 show U all something. Strange things R happening all of the time and people will not ever listen 2 me, so when I can find a really powerful point-maker as I term it, then boom-pow-zam, I use it, hands down. Now somewhere around mid-movie, the watchmaker with the accent who is always saying the words, “BEG PARDON”, decides 2 change his vote of ‘guilty’, over 2 ‘NOT guilty’. He raises up his hand and makes this change. Many angry voices R heard directly following this action in the movie. Listen very carefully; remember, I was a recording engineer, if U do not hear what I am about 2 major-ass tell U all now, buy a good set of headphones, turn up the volume, and listen with all your ear. Instead of hearing the cries of the losing gamblers at Donald Trump’s of Castle Sarah Harrah ‘other-Atlantic City’ casino, instead U will definitely hear a man say the words, and I quote, “FUCK THIS SHIT”. Tell me this is all in MI imagination, all U lovely curly haired teenagers out there in the middle eighties!!!!!!
Levy and the war hero medals, me and my dance tune demos, is the parlor trick of these 2 events in any way similar 2 the RGG opening? No way, JOSIE girl. No freaking way. Also, R tricks like the 2 pulled on me yesterday, any similarity with say the so-called brother of Sarah Krassle, from Browning Broad in Runnemede, New Jersey, back in the late summer of the year 1980? Again, the answer would B no, and try 2 understand that the powers that can do these things R so far beyond all of us that it really is a total waste of my time ever trying 2 convince any of U just what I believe really is going on, still I continue 2 ‘press-on, Miss Lee’, and tell the following powerful freaking truth here.
I am going 2 say this and nobody on Planet Earth, or anywhere out into this expansion of about 40-80 trillion light years in circumference all forever locked in with no way out with nothing ever having a point of origin or a point of termination, no edges, no centers, no beginnings, and no endings. Remember that today’s science still fights the total concept of a hypersphere, it is 2 horrible 2 believe that we R endlessly locked into all of our lives and all of this without any place where it ever started or can ever stop. Now, there R those who understand not only this; but so very much more, and with this understanding, comes meditation. U sit and U brood over this hell, and it starts festering like a major infected open wound inside of the center of your is-ness of very being-ness or U may use the word of SOUL. It only gets worse, as eventually U remember totally and with a far beyond mental mind memory, but with a realization and knowingness from the very center of all that UR, that UR eternity, or an existor in zero-dimension. This is what hit me like a mountain on my head from merely being in the presence of a powerful ancient Varaigi Master, who also is known on the Astral Plane as Gawky the big black cat, and one of the top professors at the very famous TECK BAY MYSTERY SCHOOL, at the Teckwaters. Gawky is really a dude by the name of Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious Krassle, and lives on Kanwal Avenue Celestial Palace in a great unfathomable city of bright colored lights and surrounded by pure love, called SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. Still the lower part of his 6th and 7th dimensional being-ness is here, while higher into realms beyond any of this, he exists as ECK, 2 learn more as I am not legally permitted by Earth as well as Astral law 2 tell U2 much about this, U need 2 Google up the word ECKANKAR, and join their great following, and get onto the path that well save U from endless hell. I have always been 2 much in love with HIS daughter 2 ever leave this 84-system as they call it. Now with my total awareness, my deep-time-hell is not relatable 2 any mortal. Many others R in my boat as well, and they use something called DISTRACTION 2 alleviate the situation of endless pain or the being aware of the endlessness. This tool used is called GAMES. These things never really began, but 4 purposes of illustration with an Earthly told story, this is how the Province Olympia on the phase-2-reality, the ASTRAL-PLANE, began doing what it does in order 2 successfully distract from this awful and unspeakable hell. These Olympians play many games, and most of them do in fact involve exploratronics, all sorts of dream-downs into human world lives, and using what we think R really the individual us’s only we in truth R them, and really, THEY, R having distracting experiences so that they can forget that there never is any way of reaching eternal sleep and peace and rest, better known in 2 other words and terms as OBLIVION and or NIRVANA. Here, it is like the best jacked-in LAWN-MOWER-MAN deal, so get the movies if U don’t know what is being said here, as I am not discussing landscapers, all though, they R involved in this believe me, but that is topic 4 BG-SYNDROME and many other future blogging texts. They R now able 2 exist in temporary short little scared lives, actually afraid of death and nothingness, the very thing that they would give anything 2 reach, in their true being-ness. But jacked in here 2 the4se mortal awake lives and bodies, they also have this other super feature called TME, and no this is not TIME with the (I) letter missing. TME stands 4 the words (Total-Memory-Erase). They have entered the great exciting monster movie or any other such thing as they desire, with absolutely no memory of their truer existence on the other side of the screen or program so 2 speak. At first the gods began with only a few individualized inter-actors. As things grew here in and by our perception of reality here in waking mortal life and existence, they grew in many ways, more complex, greater in size with more and more inter-actors, (individual-people), and so forth.
I have never been fucked with this bad. As I speak-type, huge giant pussies R surrounding my word-processor station. I am not afraid of any of U, U can B placed in the Saint Lucie County jail just as fast as any 5 footer can.
Back 2 my points now and trying 2 tie some of them a little bit better together on this blog today, the World-Labs Date And Time file, has complexities within it, every bit as major and wild, and unexplainable forever by means of logic and rational mind attempts 2 test tube everything, years ago, and just as the webpage says that gives me those nice devils horns, I was indeed sending out messages, pleas 4 help, where do U think the Star Trek next-Gen television show with little Nikki Cox at the time and all grown up and super lovely today, but where do U think that episode with Sarjenka really came from, how dense R all of U out freaking here, YO???????????? I was crying out 4 help, that is all that was happening, but instead of this lovely ass freaking world having any desire whatsoever 2 help me get this nightmare around me stopped, I was hurt further, judged harshly by my fellow humans, and wickedly assaulted, attacked, and viciously destroyed in every possible facet of this human life and what it is supposedly all about being here and living within it. Still, is their a WORLD LAB, and is it indeed using me 2 bring the time period of right now, all of this information? Well, via exploratronics travel, I happen 2 know that yes, this is indeed the case and so I call my blogs, world Labs, SEND-BACK-TEXTS, as they indeed R operating through me and having me speak these words, so how I ask U, R these NOT send back texts??????? C how simple all of the stuff no matter how outlandish it may appear without being carefully examined, can seem the quintessential nonsense or limit breaking believing barriers.
But as 4 the magic and mean song I wrote, or did I, from 1986, RGG, this was all planned no differently than any Shakespearian play would B, or even a modern Hollywood production. How many actors watch their own movies and really get into the feelings of the part from the privacy of their tinsel town manors in the Hills? Still and with all of this, Scylla demands an apology, sop I wrote the song, and now I seem 2 have the insurmountable task of getting it recorded and then uploaded into the U-Tube.
I have a trillion mother freaking more things 2 tell U, but 4 right now, I do need 2 post up and clear out, I have some things that R need of taking care of B4 the close of business today.
I will state quickly, that I have gained a true college level education just from these 4-5 years of blogging on the internet. I have learned so much, and the joke and irony may in fact B that I’ve learned in my humble opinion, much more from all of U out here, that U have ever learned from little old me. Well, if that is part of the script, if that is the way the show has been written, within complex interactive menu options of course, then as Miss Hicks of the whales Trek show in ’86 puts it so well, “That as they say, is that”.
Governor, I am right here, but U don’t give a rat’s ass, I know that, part of the education that I got in all of this. Ed was not a liar, he just made a mistake. If after 3 years or more of friendship with Bruce Pennock, I should now go onto judge this man harshly 4 a mistake, no matter how bad it may have worsened my poor fucked up life, than I am the original hypocrite, and beat the entire religious community that Jesus spoke so harshly of, 10 to 1. BYE-BYE 4 right now. I am no shellfish Scylla, I will do this 4U my brown eyed girl, just give me some time.
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Friday, May 21, 2010
mickflorida blog number eleven
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MY INTERACTIONS WITH THE (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL) HERE IN FLORIDA
WORLD-LABS (SEND-BACK-TEXT-DATFILE: CHPT.—011—052110.539—BJWSC—002 (Friday, May twenty-one, two-thousand-ten)
Beginning Blog Transmission: (BBT)
Hello world, the magic answers have been shooting through the tunnels of hell at me, as though forced and directed by a large underground particle accelerator known in slang also as an atomic-collider, all though the spell checker, naturally, does not recognize this slang-scientific term, my point still remains that all of a sudden, stuff is making quite a bit more sense that is happening around me, not by any stretch of anyone’s mind, is all f it, and it never will, B rest assured of that one lads and lassies.
Somebody has told me, and I feel compelled 2 get quickly and directly into this point B4 going on with the subject that I have just now opened up here, but this is what a powerful local mind has very recently left me with, BRR!!!!!!!
David Leigh Smith of Haddonfield, New Jersey, was my special education teacher from September of 1970 through June of 1971. This has nothing directly 2 do with him, and the many prior blogs containing between 4 and 5 years of time and text now, discusses quite a bit about this man from my past, ‘Roseanne’, if U need 2 know honey-cakes, U have heard many other names. U have also heard, Mister Siprioni, mister Marcucci, Mrs. Marola, Mister Garrigan, Mister Rainer, Misses Young, Mister Mackey, Misses Fellows, Mizz Zenkiss, and the list does go on, and not surprisingly I’m sure, 4 any one out here who has ever heard and been part of such normalcy’s such as school and high-school, B it in a special-ed-setting, or regular. Mister Smith is a small bit different in all of this. He 4 one thing popped up in stranger way than even the sleep-walker I suspect, Marola. This man was bisexual, not that this has significance and meaning outside of the story of me personally and Morianity in general. He was teaching the special-ed-class that I was in, directly following the experience in the town just south of Atlantic City, where I had just weeks ago in early July and late June, been sexually molested by a wealthy property owner in Ventnor, New Jersey by the name of Thomas J. Reale. Still, this little secret that certain local powerful peeps desired kept quiet, and is nothing, next 2 other secrets involved with so much of this.
This is where I also was double-school-attending, so 2 speak, another educational facility at the Ellisberg Circle in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, the township neighboring Haddonfield, just 2 the north, back in New Hicks. This man as U may or may not know, had written a very wild statement on his class-room chalk-board or blackboard while I was out at this ‘other’ school, that had wild computational machines that were in some strange and quite spurious ways, advanced beyond any of the current time PC’s of this time period and present, or May in 2010, (Personal Computers). He never talked about my PROBLEM at the time, that I had told him began with 2 extremely powerful DREAMS, one in pre-Christmas season time of 1969, and then the next serial and recurring 3 or 4 night dream, at Reale’s home, 7 months out into the ‘future’. Then the powerful final interaction, or (DREAM) where just after beginning back at school in middle September time circa in 1971, I was in the town that the school was in, both this school as well as the one next door 2 it, the actual, HADDONFIELD HIGH SCHOOL, right there on KINGS HIGHWAY. The Gods, Hamlet Act one, scene 4. But R any of these Astral Plane entities able or better said perhaps, even willing 2 do as Mister Hamlet suggests here? Grace was a very popular name in my family over the past nearly two centuries, my own mother being a ‘Grace’. Well, enough true fish stories here, kiddo, let me move this damn along here Admiral. B4I really go into some of the heavier point involved with this new stuff, that is new in that I have touched extremely briefly in past blogs 4 years and years, but never really saw the forest from the trees, not even when my pal, Mister Bigdog, helped me with a powerful clue that was in front of me all along, about a year back in his great television show. Let me further interject myself with a pertinent other issue, it is by no means a deviation, as I blog on computers, and computers get hacked, and a LOT, with MOUNTAINPEN. Another hack not mentioned on the “SOME-OF-THE-HACKS” list from my last previous blog chapter number ten, is the word reversal, study the last blog and last few blogs, here is a sample that I will create now and cite, so if UC these, I am not some retard, and fuck your PC world, just because the powerful THAT-FAMILY had me intentionally thrown out on normal education and into special, and into the Bancroft Pneuro-health system on Hopkins Lane right off of KINGS HIGHWAY. Here is an example of the word reversal hack, with 2 words, (a) and (and) within a short sentence, U will C this in recent blogs along with quite a lot of this other hack-work. “I would like 2 order and hamburger a bag of fries please”. I did do this right now, but I AM NOT DOPING THIS, it is being done intentionally AS A FURTHER DISCREDTING TACTIC, MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A ‘BRUCE GOLDBERG’ NUT, U must read the book by this fantastic dude called, “Time Travelers From Our Future”. It is all right there, all the things I claim R being done 2 me, and this man is not nuts and certified, and collecting SSD, but is a recognized and well established author from the nineteen-nineties when this great book was written by him, please GET AND READ IT, thank U!!!
Now, moving still on and back into real RIGHT-NOW point and issues at hand peeps let me start at a place that has no true beginning, SARAH KRASSLE. Here R some powerful facts about this “WHATEVER SHE REALLY IS”!!!!!!! First, she is someone or entity that entered my dreaming life in 2 major occasions, once in December of 1969 when she pulled off a miracle that would get anyone in the Catholic Faith canonized overnight. Then right at the same week in time, early July in 1970, where I dreamed about “THAT-FAMILY, she appeared 2 me at Tom Reale’s faggot house of disrepair, and appeared 2 scream and then suddenly fall off of the world famous, STEEL PIER, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. This was blogged in very early blogging works by me, Mountainpen, 2006, and maybe a little in 2007. She in fact IS the ATLANTIC OCEAN, or so she has revealed 2 me at the very tail end of the past century, and thus, cannot touch it with her ‘material-body’, without blending and meshing into one and same with it. So who pushed HER off of this famous Steel Pier, in this powerful early July-1970 interaction? Well, a member of THAT-FAMILY, because, the ‘dream’ of this occurrence was all within a recurring serial and continuing one-long-dream, that continued right along in some series by my mortal world perspective, over 3 or 4 nights while I stayed and slept in this Ventnor, New Jersey-Hicks home on Cornwall Avenue, and where the entire property next 2 this home went onto become the WATERWORKS of VENTNOR, and all part of the Atlantic City Municipal Utilities Authority. There is no possible way without writing a work every bit as lengthy as the book “Moby Dick”, 4 me 2 tell and put perfectly together so many dots and jig saw puzzle pieces, such as Misses Marola knowing how we all were going 2 pronounce the post year 2000 year dates, such as two thousand four instead of what all persons back then believed would B pronounced twenty-oh-four, Mister Marcucci telling me that I could B a father, “chronologically”, how Ziggy my best friend in the world seemed 2B scared out of his mind on the 3rd day of my 19 day stay in summer time 1970, and kept telling me over and over again, “Go home, go home”, and would not say another thing after that 2 me, not ever, right up 2 the very day in 1973, of his death from cancer. We could talk about the chain and John Henningsen, and where he obtained it from, in a MYAN owned shop in the highlands of Guatemala in South America, Mister Siprioni and how I just knew about the chant of the “OHMM” and told him how using it produced many supernatural (paranormal) effects over the world of the natural order or the Physical Plane or phase-3 reality, the inter-dream of the hyperspace. Then there was the next year, my dad returning from the south after 10 mysterious years of vanishing away as though right into the freaking Bermuda Triangle, and then just 6 months or less shy of that in the summer time in 1974, the gentleman who came up 2 me out of the total blue, and discussed things with me 4 no apparent reason, all about John Kennedy, not the hospital where my mother flat lined in the late final days of the year of 1997, when Paula King did her magic on her through the magic cards, how my father was working directly 4 and with the great world renown Herbert Hoover, the at the time Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and the biggest secret of all, McGuire being willing 2 allow a body 2B sealed up in a behind an area utility room, deep within secret places inside of his great and mighty mysterious and dangerous, PITTSBERG HOTEL, at the area of TENNESSEE AVENUE AND THE BOARDWALK, in Atlantic City. The great and only ATLANTIC CITY, where many waters surround this place, as is foretold in biblical prophecy, and totally is misunderstand as religious peeps R all convinced and will not argue the point with any degree of open mindedness that the old days and the geographical area of biblical events, does not dictate as mandatory absoluteness, where the geography of biblical later times events must indeed B destined 2 occur. Now this blog today, and 4 my own good and maintained survival without my life being ruined overnight 2 points beyond where even I am able 2 fathom the degrees and severities of just what THAT-FAMILY can indeed do, so Terry Scatterbrain from Egg Harbor will most likely end up despising this particular blog more than just about any other than I have done, maybe all total, or at least just about. If I do not scatter a lot of stuff all around real well there Terry Trump, there is no one at all 2 protect me, when I say today, that things have come clearer 2 me than ever B4, and this long process of enlightenment and evolution in human affair wisdoms, and my particular part in all of it, is extremely Oliver North dangerous, if I may B King Nebuchadnezzar “PERMITTED”, 2 in fact say this, in or out of Babylon, mighty one!!!!!
I do not ever nor will I, make absolute claim on the truth, either 2 posses it, or even define it. I only know that there is indeed a huge game going on in the entire system, and this system is not our universe, in fact it makes out entire known universe not even compare as a grain of microscopic sand. This is a major under-exaggeration, not the other way around peeps. This foundation absolutely NEEDS 2B told over and over again, someone just stumbling onto one blog, has no awareness of the blog history nor the entire story even in a major abridged fashion that all of this stuff being discussed herein is really all about. There is a very unpleasant reality, and I happen 2 know about it, not wonder, I freaking said that I know, and when I know something, I know it. I am the very first person that if and when I do not know a particular thing, I’ll straight out say, shit man, I DON’T FREAKING KNOW!!!! If we R not gonna keep things real or at least as real and Real/e as possible, Y do any of this, as it is only a total waste of my attention and time and energy right fro the very stinking swing bat. No player in the team even needs 2 suit-up, just stay home, and watch the murder movie instead, BRO.
Let me just talk about the wild strange man about age 40 years, who was just there one day, while I was on the Atlantic City beach near where Ziggy would sit B4 his death the previous year in 1973, and suddenly I am finding myself talking huge heavy stuff with this total stranger, who seemed 2 have the freaking knowledge of All mighty God, and the zealous and almost uncanny desire 2 tell me in detail, powerful unknown secrets of the entire affair of the nineteen-sixties involving our great wonderful 35th president, John Fitzgerald Kennedy-PCN-286. He ended the talk by telling me that “Jimmy Hoffa’s body was sealed up in the large tall hotel over there on 10-SC Avenue”, and said this precise quotation 2 me while pointing over at it as though his finger had Superman’s X-ray pointing abilities 2 travel right through the then-existing Mayflower Hotel, standing in-between the 2 of us on the beach, and the hotel owned by Robert McGuire. The boardwalk had none of the large sand dunes that stand there in the times of the present, and the steps up 2 the boardwalk were quite far away, the moon must have been in a half moon waning or waxing phase, as the tide was out unusually far. Also, the only place a man could just vanish into would B the sea, and he was fully dressed in suit and tie, the late June and late morning sun was misty, and the temps near the water were quite seasonally cool 4 late June, in fact, I do not remember any swimmers, there may have been a few, but he was certainly not about 2 take a plunge into the deep blue C. The only place left 2 duck in and hid if a normal regular person was playing a trick or joke on someone 4 effect, would B the Central Pier, but an athlete sprinter, a world champ 100 yard dash person, would not have been able 2 run his or her way from where we were on that beach, under the Central Pier now known as Schiff’s Central Pier, in less than 20 seconds, we were just not close 2 it, and as John Henningsen would put it so perfectly right about now if he were there and telling this story 2U, it is just that simple. I went 2 look from where this man was pointing at was referring naturally 2 the Pittsburg Hotel owned by who else but the father of Robert McGuire that I discuss on blogs in these present times, and when I looked back towards the ocean not 5 seconds later, this ‘gentleman’ had totally pulled a David Copperfield, HE POOFED AWAY, VANISHED, he was just GONE, lads and lassies, and as I just got done saying 2 the driver license authorities a couple hours back or less ago, I swear under penalty of perjury, that all the facts given 2 them in response 2 their questions 2 me, R true and accurate, and now I will add, that both 2 them, and now regarding this vanishing Varaigi Master, or whatever and whoever he ‘really’ was, these words I speak and write and type, both there at the license place, and now on this blog at this library, R all so true that if it was any truer, it would B totally false and lies in all anti-matter worlds of the multiverse!!!!!!!!!!
Now, my father saw stuff that he never was willing or able 2 tell his son about, me, Mountainpen. I know 4 a fact, that parlor trick, Moving Compound, Exploratronic remote viewing practices, or whatever, that HE HAD witnessed in 1974 or earlier, as he told me early in the month of January of 1974 after he had mysteriously been ‘AWAY’ 4 a solid ten years, all of the STAR TREK MOVIES made from 1978 through the nineteen-nineties, and I know that nobody had these movies nor their plots nor the details that made them exactly what they were, thought up in any real detail and plan, ahead of time. Many argue that Hollywood is a business, run like a business, U know, talking like Ross Parrot used 2 talk about how if he were elected 2 the US Presidency in the middle nineties, he would indeed run this nation as a successful business, and I can tell U all a big secret now. In many of the other parallel universe in the vastness on unfathomable and virtually unlimited hyperspace, this nation now has a standing stock market of 35,000 points, and in that basic 5000 point range up and down, in all places where he served 2 terms, dying in his 2nd term of a fatal heart attack 3 years in. Also, there never was any 9-11 in those worlds. There was no 2nd Gulf War, and I could go on and on and on. This universe localization is one of the ones where my 2 daughters R all there in egg Harbor, New Jersey in the Round House, it is 20 times larger, has 5 stories, and all of the surrounding tens of acres of nearby lands R all owned and part of the Roundhouse Estate. Studio Park Records exists there, and is a major recording label, not some pathetic joke in the deluded mind of a would-B worn out singer/songwriter/businessman by the name of Intricate Paul Peddy. Naturally, in time, our universe will also have this 35,000 Dow, but things here R very different in some major ways, and it only takes a few “MAJOR” ways 4 things 23 in fact differ, 2 cause a Dow Jones in one universe 2B half and another 2B double. I used 2 live there, but was shot and killed by a very large African American State Trooper in New Jersey. It was a huge set up, I never had a chance. This dude, not dud, sorry Clarence Harries, we R only human as Bruce knows only 2 well, and had it planned with another group of troopers that took me 2 some remote spot and then he rolled up on the call and I knew I was history, that was that, MZ HICKSWHALES!!!!! What was this shooting really about? Well, all I am safe 2 say is, what was the shooting of Kennedy ‘really’ about? The only living man on this planet who knows this is the mighty Robert McGuire. One thing that I DO KNOW however, is that HE is capable of appearing around peeps as totally invisible, reverse-deflecting light rays, or else the only other way is total hypnotic mind powers of anyone HE wishes as HIS subjects. The authority’s have powerful photographs. The real disgruntled and powerful peeps all know that UI know a hell of a freaking lot. I do not know it all, and if I did, I would have the balls 2 come out and say, well, guess what you all, I know it all, and must shut the hell up, only THIS IS SIMPLY NOT THE FREAKING CASE. I DO NOT know it all. Still, if those wanting 2 keep me down R time travelers, then it all makes perfect sense Y they went ape shit after the night in Manhattan with the group New Shoes and David Roth and being with MI. If they R not part of this Moving-Compound, and cannot in fact hail it, or it does not exist away from on the Astral Plane where I have accessed this ‘thing’ myself, and fell madly in love not that long ago with a beautiful giant android who lives permanently on this MC. Hey, we cannot help our ‘DREAMS’, so hold on tight 2 your cat tail, NJ-FM-WPUR!!!!!!!!!!! Here is what this ‘man’ or whatever, told me in 1974 on the beaches of Atlantic City, and how real it is who can know, it explains a hell of a lot that the Warren Commission never got 2B appraised about years ago who investigated the murder and assassination of President JFK. It ended with where they disposed of Hoffa, sort of like Dan Curtis and his famous line that all real Dark Shadows show fans will remember and take 2 their graves, when Barnabas Collins said 2 Willie Loomis, “The problem at hand is how 2 dispose of McGuire’s body”. This is historical fact, only it ended up being McGuire on the other side of the television that was disposing of a powerful mob bosses body. There R so many symbolic proofs, Little Sharon Smyth who played Sarah Collins, little Sarah Castle on the movie a couple of years later, also produced by Dan Curtis, and all the ages were perfectly correct as well, but forget about the symbolism here, let us just remain with the straight up facts. Getting back 2 the crux of what this person or whatever told me in the quite lengthy one sided rap session, where he appeared 2 half almost if not a definite compulsive need 2 tell ‘ME’ all the things that he was telling me, I am only reporting these happenings and events, this is not some made up bunch of bull shit no matter how many of U out here on the web may wish 2 believe that it is. Sorry 2 disappoint U. It began as simply as asking me if I was enjoying walking on the beach, and it ended with his vanishing into thin air after I turned away 4 at the very most, a period of 5 seconds, and now I will give the never B4 told and blogged in-between stuff. The talk started where I told him of my sadness, and how a great boyhood friend who would sit on a piece of cardboard right there under Central Pier all day all summer, ZIGGY, just one day wanted no more 2 do with me. I told him how 2 years later, my mom insisted on going down and talking with this man 2 learn Y he had done this thing 2 me, it my me so badly. He gave her the ‘story’ that it was 4 my own good and that I should B with peeps my own age, and thinking more along the lines of girlfriends and along these such lines. I bought into this 4 many years of my early and into middle adult life, after my mom had told me what she had indeed learned from talking with this man shortly B4 his demise from cancer. Then I came 2 believe that I developed the real and true revelation, that the Tom Reale thing as well as other peeps, later called after learning and discovering one of THAT-FAMILY’S many branched off names, CALLIO, that he was trying 2 protect me from falling under Chicago, Illinois mob boss Gallagher and pal Robert McGuire, and their human counterpart of the Astral Plane Lambrigger Cult, that made little kids go-missing forever, sexually used as pawns in this powerful business of ‘white’ slavery, and then in the end, sacrifice these “most precious and prized and most innocent” of any entities occupying this Physical Plane or in this tangible and material world. This man never mentioned local tree branch family names; he instead kept things in much larger circles, larger than even McGuire, larger than any of them, the son of a very famous bootlegger. He told me how all things were one, that once we R here, we have always been here and we will always B here, because in true existence, all time is really just one time. He never used the word and term that I later on in adult life decided 2 name ZERO DIMENSION, but he discussed a few things about it, not lengthy, a minute worth only, and then when I later returned 2 the rooming house that I was staying 4 about 3 days and nights on Stenton Place run by a very beautiful queen by the name of Salina Dada, it just HIT ME, like the famous apple or whatever that came pounding down upon the head of the Buddha.
He then got into the entire 60’s and all the things that mankind knew or thought that they knew about the Kennedy administration and laughed almost boisterously. Then he looked at me and asked me if I knew anyone who sleep walks, and I told him no. Then he told me that there is no such thing as anyone ever going through an entire waking day without what I now use the word but he did not, (an EXPLORATRON) operating within that person, dominating that person, yet the person believes it is their own mind and their own decisions, as long as the indoctrination and merging is done with a subject over slow and gradual careful repeating times. He then grabbed my arm gently and almost whispered that Kennedy was not a playboy, he was a playwright, or meant 2B one until his daddy practically forced him 2B this other character in the name of THAT-FAMILY, he said THE, but I change it now 2 THAT. There were 5 dominant exploratrons, that this beach-man-Varaigi-Master called ‘Live-in-controllers’, that enjoyed being another KENNEDY. One of which was someone who I knew well he said, and that will come 2 cause me lots of grief in my later life. When I pressed him on this, he actually said the last name, his words that will echo endlessly within my poor tortured mind, went as this, “The beautiful Krassle girl, U know, from your own dreams a while back, and did she remind U of anyone?” Instantly, it hit me like a ton of elephants charging me at near the speed of freaking light, a young version or teenaged, of the President’s wife and first lady, Jacqueline. I was never gonna blog these words. I decided 2 do the following things, get my Florida drivers license, and I just did. Do this blog, and Monday go back 2 the AARP and register 4 the job program. Finally, I am gonna do one more thing that I thought I would never ever do. I may not have the Kirkwhales rust bucket, but I am gonna B attempting the taboo TT word myself in short order. This is Y all of these things, this is Y, listen up ladies and gents.
Just past 7 AM on Thursday morning, a group of ‘travelers’ appeared in my RV while I was in the zone, U know, trying 2 fully come awake, yet was not there yet. One of the 2 male humanoid looking peeps, said right 2 me in an audible voice and I quote, “six-six”. He then proceeded 2 touch some part of my body 4 one quick second, I am unable 2 tell U that I recall exactly where he touched me, it was quick and gentle. Instantly I came 2 full awake level consciousnesses, and had 2 literally run 2 the bathroom and the toilet, and I was sick as hell and had 2 shit my mother fucking guts out. I was hurting quite bad 4 the entire morning. While I was wiping my ass hole, and no, this is not so pretty, but truth rarely is, but the Warren peeps were seeking it in spite of that, a sheet of paper suddenly dangled in front of me as I grew dizzy and began shitting out another horrendous bunch of cramp causing crap. Yet I still had a visual gaze of a sheet of paper being suspended in mid-air right there in this shit house and in front of me. Suddenly very bright and almost eye piercing blue colored numbers started just appearing somewhat in a bold and above averaged size font type, and it was the PCN-286 with a JK after it, then beneath it suddenly just appeared another PCN-363 with a SK after it. Indeed, Sarah Krassle has the Private Cosmicoded Number of 363, as does the song title by the way, of “REAL-GOOD-GIRL”. Then belonw a line drawn was the PCNT- the total of these 2 figures, being 649. Then the far right 6 on the top figure grew a bright purple circle, and then the middle 6 on the bottom figure did likewise. Then this PCNT of 649, suddenly grew a bolder blue than all the other blue, and a very heavy jet black circle was drawn around the 6. Then as I shit myguts out on the toilet, I again heard an actual audible voice say again, “SIX-SIX”. This is Y peeps, I feel the need 2 remain now in Florida, I am not leaving and will find a doctor in time who will get me the proper meds. More is going on around this situation than I ever thought possible. So if these exploratrons R playing with humanity when we R all teeter tottering on the brink of total nuclear destruction as we were early in the nineteen-sixties, just how safe R we today with so much more going on? Naturally, no one or no thing can ever REALLY B destroyed, or created 4 that matter, it is all nothing but a giant game of Astral Plane gods, all bored totally 2 tears from endlessness, just as MORIANITY has been preaching and holding 2 its view all along 4 NEARLY 5 FULL YEARS NOW.
Shortly after, what would B the year of 6300, Sarah Krassle decides 2 end her bargain that SHE made with me 4 loving her cousin Diana Arteemis so much. At this point, things change around incredibly. Humankind is now placed back in traveler-mode and never occupies any permanent physical bodies on this planet on this atomic signature vibration of the multiverse. Putting “MI” on the 1986 tape was all done by Sarah Krassle. This is indeed one very wild teenager. I should know, she and I shared a wild 45 minutes in Manhattan in 1986, and I will tell the entire thing once I go 2 the Law Library and make sure the statute of limitations 4 messing with a minor is indeed over 4 me after summertime 1993.
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MY INTERACTIONS WITH THE (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL) HERE IN FLORIDA
WORLD-LABS (SEND-BACK-TEXT-DATFILE: CHPT.—011—052110.539—BJWSC—002 (Friday, May twenty-one, two-thousand-ten)
Beginning Blog Transmission: (BBT)
Hello world, the magic answers have been shooting through the tunnels of hell at me, as though forced and directed by a large underground particle accelerator known in slang also as an atomic-collider, all though the spell checker, naturally, does not recognize this slang-scientific term, my point still remains that all of a sudden, stuff is making quite a bit more sense that is happening around me, not by any stretch of anyone’s mind, is all f it, and it never will, B rest assured of that one lads and lassies.
Somebody has told me, and I feel compelled 2 get quickly and directly into this point B4 going on with the subject that I have just now opened up here, but this is what a powerful local mind has very recently left me with, BRR!!!!!!!
David Leigh Smith of Haddonfield, New Jersey, was my special education teacher from September of 1970 through June of 1971. This has nothing directly 2 do with him, and the many prior blogs containing between 4 and 5 years of time and text now, discusses quite a bit about this man from my past, ‘Roseanne’, if U need 2 know honey-cakes, U have heard many other names. U have also heard, Mister Siprioni, mister Marcucci, Mrs. Marola, Mister Garrigan, Mister Rainer, Misses Young, Mister Mackey, Misses Fellows, Mizz Zenkiss, and the list does go on, and not surprisingly I’m sure, 4 any one out here who has ever heard and been part of such normalcy’s such as school and high-school, B it in a special-ed-setting, or regular. Mister Smith is a small bit different in all of this. He 4 one thing popped up in stranger way than even the sleep-walker I suspect, Marola. This man was bisexual, not that this has significance and meaning outside of the story of me personally and Morianity in general. He was teaching the special-ed-class that I was in, directly following the experience in the town just south of Atlantic City, where I had just weeks ago in early July and late June, been sexually molested by a wealthy property owner in Ventnor, New Jersey by the name of Thomas J. Reale. Still, this little secret that certain local powerful peeps desired kept quiet, and is nothing, next 2 other secrets involved with so much of this.
This is where I also was double-school-attending, so 2 speak, another educational facility at the Ellisberg Circle in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, the township neighboring Haddonfield, just 2 the north, back in New Hicks. This man as U may or may not know, had written a very wild statement on his class-room chalk-board or blackboard while I was out at this ‘other’ school, that had wild computational machines that were in some strange and quite spurious ways, advanced beyond any of the current time PC’s of this time period and present, or May in 2010, (Personal Computers). He never talked about my PROBLEM at the time, that I had told him began with 2 extremely powerful DREAMS, one in pre-Christmas season time of 1969, and then the next serial and recurring 3 or 4 night dream, at Reale’s home, 7 months out into the ‘future’. Then the powerful final interaction, or (DREAM) where just after beginning back at school in middle September time circa in 1971, I was in the town that the school was in, both this school as well as the one next door 2 it, the actual, HADDONFIELD HIGH SCHOOL, right there on KINGS HIGHWAY. The Gods, Hamlet Act one, scene 4. But R any of these Astral Plane entities able or better said perhaps, even willing 2 do as Mister Hamlet suggests here? Grace was a very popular name in my family over the past nearly two centuries, my own mother being a ‘Grace’. Well, enough true fish stories here, kiddo, let me move this damn along here Admiral. B4I really go into some of the heavier point involved with this new stuff, that is new in that I have touched extremely briefly in past blogs 4 years and years, but never really saw the forest from the trees, not even when my pal, Mister Bigdog, helped me with a powerful clue that was in front of me all along, about a year back in his great television show. Let me further interject myself with a pertinent other issue, it is by no means a deviation, as I blog on computers, and computers get hacked, and a LOT, with MOUNTAINPEN. Another hack not mentioned on the “SOME-OF-THE-HACKS” list from my last previous blog chapter number ten, is the word reversal, study the last blog and last few blogs, here is a sample that I will create now and cite, so if UC these, I am not some retard, and fuck your PC world, just because the powerful THAT-FAMILY had me intentionally thrown out on normal education and into special, and into the Bancroft Pneuro-health system on Hopkins Lane right off of KINGS HIGHWAY. Here is an example of the word reversal hack, with 2 words, (a) and (and) within a short sentence, U will C this in recent blogs along with quite a lot of this other hack-work. “I would like 2 order and hamburger a bag of fries please”. I did do this right now, but I AM NOT DOPING THIS, it is being done intentionally AS A FURTHER DISCREDTING TACTIC, MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A ‘BRUCE GOLDBERG’ NUT, U must read the book by this fantastic dude called, “Time Travelers From Our Future”. It is all right there, all the things I claim R being done 2 me, and this man is not nuts and certified, and collecting SSD, but is a recognized and well established author from the nineteen-nineties when this great book was written by him, please GET AND READ IT, thank U!!!
Now, moving still on and back into real RIGHT-NOW point and issues at hand peeps let me start at a place that has no true beginning, SARAH KRASSLE. Here R some powerful facts about this “WHATEVER SHE REALLY IS”!!!!!!! First, she is someone or entity that entered my dreaming life in 2 major occasions, once in December of 1969 when she pulled off a miracle that would get anyone in the Catholic Faith canonized overnight. Then right at the same week in time, early July in 1970, where I dreamed about “THAT-FAMILY, she appeared 2 me at Tom Reale’s faggot house of disrepair, and appeared 2 scream and then suddenly fall off of the world famous, STEEL PIER, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. This was blogged in very early blogging works by me, Mountainpen, 2006, and maybe a little in 2007. She in fact IS the ATLANTIC OCEAN, or so she has revealed 2 me at the very tail end of the past century, and thus, cannot touch it with her ‘material-body’, without blending and meshing into one and same with it. So who pushed HER off of this famous Steel Pier, in this powerful early July-1970 interaction? Well, a member of THAT-FAMILY, because, the ‘dream’ of this occurrence was all within a recurring serial and continuing one-long-dream, that continued right along in some series by my mortal world perspective, over 3 or 4 nights while I stayed and slept in this Ventnor, New Jersey-Hicks home on Cornwall Avenue, and where the entire property next 2 this home went onto become the WATERWORKS of VENTNOR, and all part of the Atlantic City Municipal Utilities Authority. There is no possible way without writing a work every bit as lengthy as the book “Moby Dick”, 4 me 2 tell and put perfectly together so many dots and jig saw puzzle pieces, such as Misses Marola knowing how we all were going 2 pronounce the post year 2000 year dates, such as two thousand four instead of what all persons back then believed would B pronounced twenty-oh-four, Mister Marcucci telling me that I could B a father, “chronologically”, how Ziggy my best friend in the world seemed 2B scared out of his mind on the 3rd day of my 19 day stay in summer time 1970, and kept telling me over and over again, “Go home, go home”, and would not say another thing after that 2 me, not ever, right up 2 the very day in 1973, of his death from cancer. We could talk about the chain and John Henningsen, and where he obtained it from, in a MYAN owned shop in the highlands of Guatemala in South America, Mister Siprioni and how I just knew about the chant of the “OHMM” and told him how using it produced many supernatural (paranormal) effects over the world of the natural order or the Physical Plane or phase-3 reality, the inter-dream of the hyperspace. Then there was the next year, my dad returning from the south after 10 mysterious years of vanishing away as though right into the freaking Bermuda Triangle, and then just 6 months or less shy of that in the summer time in 1974, the gentleman who came up 2 me out of the total blue, and discussed things with me 4 no apparent reason, all about John Kennedy, not the hospital where my mother flat lined in the late final days of the year of 1997, when Paula King did her magic on her through the magic cards, how my father was working directly 4 and with the great world renown Herbert Hoover, the at the time Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and the biggest secret of all, McGuire being willing 2 allow a body 2B sealed up in a behind an area utility room, deep within secret places inside of his great and mighty mysterious and dangerous, PITTSBERG HOTEL, at the area of TENNESSEE AVENUE AND THE BOARDWALK, in Atlantic City. The great and only ATLANTIC CITY, where many waters surround this place, as is foretold in biblical prophecy, and totally is misunderstand as religious peeps R all convinced and will not argue the point with any degree of open mindedness that the old days and the geographical area of biblical events, does not dictate as mandatory absoluteness, where the geography of biblical later times events must indeed B destined 2 occur. Now this blog today, and 4 my own good and maintained survival without my life being ruined overnight 2 points beyond where even I am able 2 fathom the degrees and severities of just what THAT-FAMILY can indeed do, so Terry Scatterbrain from Egg Harbor will most likely end up despising this particular blog more than just about any other than I have done, maybe all total, or at least just about. If I do not scatter a lot of stuff all around real well there Terry Trump, there is no one at all 2 protect me, when I say today, that things have come clearer 2 me than ever B4, and this long process of enlightenment and evolution in human affair wisdoms, and my particular part in all of it, is extremely Oliver North dangerous, if I may B King Nebuchadnezzar “PERMITTED”, 2 in fact say this, in or out of Babylon, mighty one!!!!!
I do not ever nor will I, make absolute claim on the truth, either 2 posses it, or even define it. I only know that there is indeed a huge game going on in the entire system, and this system is not our universe, in fact it makes out entire known universe not even compare as a grain of microscopic sand. This is a major under-exaggeration, not the other way around peeps. This foundation absolutely NEEDS 2B told over and over again, someone just stumbling onto one blog, has no awareness of the blog history nor the entire story even in a major abridged fashion that all of this stuff being discussed herein is really all about. There is a very unpleasant reality, and I happen 2 know about it, not wonder, I freaking said that I know, and when I know something, I know it. I am the very first person that if and when I do not know a particular thing, I’ll straight out say, shit man, I DON’T FREAKING KNOW!!!! If we R not gonna keep things real or at least as real and Real/e as possible, Y do any of this, as it is only a total waste of my attention and time and energy right fro the very stinking swing bat. No player in the team even needs 2 suit-up, just stay home, and watch the murder movie instead, BRO.
Let me just talk about the wild strange man about age 40 years, who was just there one day, while I was on the Atlantic City beach near where Ziggy would sit B4 his death the previous year in 1973, and suddenly I am finding myself talking huge heavy stuff with this total stranger, who seemed 2 have the freaking knowledge of All mighty God, and the zealous and almost uncanny desire 2 tell me in detail, powerful unknown secrets of the entire affair of the nineteen-sixties involving our great wonderful 35th president, John Fitzgerald Kennedy-PCN-286. He ended the talk by telling me that “Jimmy Hoffa’s body was sealed up in the large tall hotel over there on 10-SC Avenue”, and said this precise quotation 2 me while pointing over at it as though his finger had Superman’s X-ray pointing abilities 2 travel right through the then-existing Mayflower Hotel, standing in-between the 2 of us on the beach, and the hotel owned by Robert McGuire. The boardwalk had none of the large sand dunes that stand there in the times of the present, and the steps up 2 the boardwalk were quite far away, the moon must have been in a half moon waning or waxing phase, as the tide was out unusually far. Also, the only place a man could just vanish into would B the sea, and he was fully dressed in suit and tie, the late June and late morning sun was misty, and the temps near the water were quite seasonally cool 4 late June, in fact, I do not remember any swimmers, there may have been a few, but he was certainly not about 2 take a plunge into the deep blue C. The only place left 2 duck in and hid if a normal regular person was playing a trick or joke on someone 4 effect, would B the Central Pier, but an athlete sprinter, a world champ 100 yard dash person, would not have been able 2 run his or her way from where we were on that beach, under the Central Pier now known as Schiff’s Central Pier, in less than 20 seconds, we were just not close 2 it, and as John Henningsen would put it so perfectly right about now if he were there and telling this story 2U, it is just that simple. I went 2 look from where this man was pointing at was referring naturally 2 the Pittsburg Hotel owned by who else but the father of Robert McGuire that I discuss on blogs in these present times, and when I looked back towards the ocean not 5 seconds later, this ‘gentleman’ had totally pulled a David Copperfield, HE POOFED AWAY, VANISHED, he was just GONE, lads and lassies, and as I just got done saying 2 the driver license authorities a couple hours back or less ago, I swear under penalty of perjury, that all the facts given 2 them in response 2 their questions 2 me, R true and accurate, and now I will add, that both 2 them, and now regarding this vanishing Varaigi Master, or whatever and whoever he ‘really’ was, these words I speak and write and type, both there at the license place, and now on this blog at this library, R all so true that if it was any truer, it would B totally false and lies in all anti-matter worlds of the multiverse!!!!!!!!!!
Now, my father saw stuff that he never was willing or able 2 tell his son about, me, Mountainpen. I know 4 a fact, that parlor trick, Moving Compound, Exploratronic remote viewing practices, or whatever, that HE HAD witnessed in 1974 or earlier, as he told me early in the month of January of 1974 after he had mysteriously been ‘AWAY’ 4 a solid ten years, all of the STAR TREK MOVIES made from 1978 through the nineteen-nineties, and I know that nobody had these movies nor their plots nor the details that made them exactly what they were, thought up in any real detail and plan, ahead of time. Many argue that Hollywood is a business, run like a business, U know, talking like Ross Parrot used 2 talk about how if he were elected 2 the US Presidency in the middle nineties, he would indeed run this nation as a successful business, and I can tell U all a big secret now. In many of the other parallel universe in the vastness on unfathomable and virtually unlimited hyperspace, this nation now has a standing stock market of 35,000 points, and in that basic 5000 point range up and down, in all places where he served 2 terms, dying in his 2nd term of a fatal heart attack 3 years in. Also, there never was any 9-11 in those worlds. There was no 2nd Gulf War, and I could go on and on and on. This universe localization is one of the ones where my 2 daughters R all there in egg Harbor, New Jersey in the Round House, it is 20 times larger, has 5 stories, and all of the surrounding tens of acres of nearby lands R all owned and part of the Roundhouse Estate. Studio Park Records exists there, and is a major recording label, not some pathetic joke in the deluded mind of a would-B worn out singer/songwriter/businessman by the name of Intricate Paul Peddy. Naturally, in time, our universe will also have this 35,000 Dow, but things here R very different in some major ways, and it only takes a few “MAJOR” ways 4 things 23 in fact differ, 2 cause a Dow Jones in one universe 2B half and another 2B double. I used 2 live there, but was shot and killed by a very large African American State Trooper in New Jersey. It was a huge set up, I never had a chance. This dude, not dud, sorry Clarence Harries, we R only human as Bruce knows only 2 well, and had it planned with another group of troopers that took me 2 some remote spot and then he rolled up on the call and I knew I was history, that was that, MZ HICKSWHALES!!!!! What was this shooting really about? Well, all I am safe 2 say is, what was the shooting of Kennedy ‘really’ about? The only living man on this planet who knows this is the mighty Robert McGuire. One thing that I DO KNOW however, is that HE is capable of appearing around peeps as totally invisible, reverse-deflecting light rays, or else the only other way is total hypnotic mind powers of anyone HE wishes as HIS subjects. The authority’s have powerful photographs. The real disgruntled and powerful peeps all know that UI know a hell of a freaking lot. I do not know it all, and if I did, I would have the balls 2 come out and say, well, guess what you all, I know it all, and must shut the hell up, only THIS IS SIMPLY NOT THE FREAKING CASE. I DO NOT know it all. Still, if those wanting 2 keep me down R time travelers, then it all makes perfect sense Y they went ape shit after the night in Manhattan with the group New Shoes and David Roth and being with MI. If they R not part of this Moving-Compound, and cannot in fact hail it, or it does not exist away from on the Astral Plane where I have accessed this ‘thing’ myself, and fell madly in love not that long ago with a beautiful giant android who lives permanently on this MC. Hey, we cannot help our ‘DREAMS’, so hold on tight 2 your cat tail, NJ-FM-WPUR!!!!!!!!!!! Here is what this ‘man’ or whatever, told me in 1974 on the beaches of Atlantic City, and how real it is who can know, it explains a hell of a lot that the Warren Commission never got 2B appraised about years ago who investigated the murder and assassination of President JFK. It ended with where they disposed of Hoffa, sort of like Dan Curtis and his famous line that all real Dark Shadows show fans will remember and take 2 their graves, when Barnabas Collins said 2 Willie Loomis, “The problem at hand is how 2 dispose of McGuire’s body”. This is historical fact, only it ended up being McGuire on the other side of the television that was disposing of a powerful mob bosses body. There R so many symbolic proofs, Little Sharon Smyth who played Sarah Collins, little Sarah Castle on the movie a couple of years later, also produced by Dan Curtis, and all the ages were perfectly correct as well, but forget about the symbolism here, let us just remain with the straight up facts. Getting back 2 the crux of what this person or whatever told me in the quite lengthy one sided rap session, where he appeared 2 half almost if not a definite compulsive need 2 tell ‘ME’ all the things that he was telling me, I am only reporting these happenings and events, this is not some made up bunch of bull shit no matter how many of U out here on the web may wish 2 believe that it is. Sorry 2 disappoint U. It began as simply as asking me if I was enjoying walking on the beach, and it ended with his vanishing into thin air after I turned away 4 at the very most, a period of 5 seconds, and now I will give the never B4 told and blogged in-between stuff. The talk started where I told him of my sadness, and how a great boyhood friend who would sit on a piece of cardboard right there under Central Pier all day all summer, ZIGGY, just one day wanted no more 2 do with me. I told him how 2 years later, my mom insisted on going down and talking with this man 2 learn Y he had done this thing 2 me, it my me so badly. He gave her the ‘story’ that it was 4 my own good and that I should B with peeps my own age, and thinking more along the lines of girlfriends and along these such lines. I bought into this 4 many years of my early and into middle adult life, after my mom had told me what she had indeed learned from talking with this man shortly B4 his demise from cancer. Then I came 2 believe that I developed the real and true revelation, that the Tom Reale thing as well as other peeps, later called after learning and discovering one of THAT-FAMILY’S many branched off names, CALLIO, that he was trying 2 protect me from falling under Chicago, Illinois mob boss Gallagher and pal Robert McGuire, and their human counterpart of the Astral Plane Lambrigger Cult, that made little kids go-missing forever, sexually used as pawns in this powerful business of ‘white’ slavery, and then in the end, sacrifice these “most precious and prized and most innocent” of any entities occupying this Physical Plane or in this tangible and material world. This man never mentioned local tree branch family names; he instead kept things in much larger circles, larger than even McGuire, larger than any of them, the son of a very famous bootlegger. He told me how all things were one, that once we R here, we have always been here and we will always B here, because in true existence, all time is really just one time. He never used the word and term that I later on in adult life decided 2 name ZERO DIMENSION, but he discussed a few things about it, not lengthy, a minute worth only, and then when I later returned 2 the rooming house that I was staying 4 about 3 days and nights on Stenton Place run by a very beautiful queen by the name of Salina Dada, it just HIT ME, like the famous apple or whatever that came pounding down upon the head of the Buddha.
He then got into the entire 60’s and all the things that mankind knew or thought that they knew about the Kennedy administration and laughed almost boisterously. Then he looked at me and asked me if I knew anyone who sleep walks, and I told him no. Then he told me that there is no such thing as anyone ever going through an entire waking day without what I now use the word but he did not, (an EXPLORATRON) operating within that person, dominating that person, yet the person believes it is their own mind and their own decisions, as long as the indoctrination and merging is done with a subject over slow and gradual careful repeating times. He then grabbed my arm gently and almost whispered that Kennedy was not a playboy, he was a playwright, or meant 2B one until his daddy practically forced him 2B this other character in the name of THAT-FAMILY, he said THE, but I change it now 2 THAT. There were 5 dominant exploratrons, that this beach-man-Varaigi-Master called ‘Live-in-controllers’, that enjoyed being another KENNEDY. One of which was someone who I knew well he said, and that will come 2 cause me lots of grief in my later life. When I pressed him on this, he actually said the last name, his words that will echo endlessly within my poor tortured mind, went as this, “The beautiful Krassle girl, U know, from your own dreams a while back, and did she remind U of anyone?” Instantly, it hit me like a ton of elephants charging me at near the speed of freaking light, a young version or teenaged, of the President’s wife and first lady, Jacqueline. I was never gonna blog these words. I decided 2 do the following things, get my Florida drivers license, and I just did. Do this blog, and Monday go back 2 the AARP and register 4 the job program. Finally, I am gonna do one more thing that I thought I would never ever do. I may not have the Kirkwhales rust bucket, but I am gonna B attempting the taboo TT word myself in short order. This is Y all of these things, this is Y, listen up ladies and gents.
Just past 7 AM on Thursday morning, a group of ‘travelers’ appeared in my RV while I was in the zone, U know, trying 2 fully come awake, yet was not there yet. One of the 2 male humanoid looking peeps, said right 2 me in an audible voice and I quote, “six-six”. He then proceeded 2 touch some part of my body 4 one quick second, I am unable 2 tell U that I recall exactly where he touched me, it was quick and gentle. Instantly I came 2 full awake level consciousnesses, and had 2 literally run 2 the bathroom and the toilet, and I was sick as hell and had 2 shit my mother fucking guts out. I was hurting quite bad 4 the entire morning. While I was wiping my ass hole, and no, this is not so pretty, but truth rarely is, but the Warren peeps were seeking it in spite of that, a sheet of paper suddenly dangled in front of me as I grew dizzy and began shitting out another horrendous bunch of cramp causing crap. Yet I still had a visual gaze of a sheet of paper being suspended in mid-air right there in this shit house and in front of me. Suddenly very bright and almost eye piercing blue colored numbers started just appearing somewhat in a bold and above averaged size font type, and it was the PCN-286 with a JK after it, then beneath it suddenly just appeared another PCN-363 with a SK after it. Indeed, Sarah Krassle has the Private Cosmicoded Number of 363, as does the song title by the way, of “REAL-GOOD-GIRL”. Then belonw a line drawn was the PCNT- the total of these 2 figures, being 649. Then the far right 6 on the top figure grew a bright purple circle, and then the middle 6 on the bottom figure did likewise. Then this PCNT of 649, suddenly grew a bolder blue than all the other blue, and a very heavy jet black circle was drawn around the 6. Then as I shit myguts out on the toilet, I again heard an actual audible voice say again, “SIX-SIX”. This is Y peeps, I feel the need 2 remain now in Florida, I am not leaving and will find a doctor in time who will get me the proper meds. More is going on around this situation than I ever thought possible. So if these exploratrons R playing with humanity when we R all teeter tottering on the brink of total nuclear destruction as we were early in the nineteen-sixties, just how safe R we today with so much more going on? Naturally, no one or no thing can ever REALLY B destroyed, or created 4 that matter, it is all nothing but a giant game of Astral Plane gods, all bored totally 2 tears from endlessness, just as MORIANITY has been preaching and holding 2 its view all along 4 NEARLY 5 FULL YEARS NOW.
Shortly after, what would B the year of 6300, Sarah Krassle decides 2 end her bargain that SHE made with me 4 loving her cousin Diana Arteemis so much. At this point, things change around incredibly. Humankind is now placed back in traveler-mode and never occupies any permanent physical bodies on this planet on this atomic signature vibration of the multiverse. Putting “MI” on the 1986 tape was all done by Sarah Krassle. This is indeed one very wild teenager. I should know, she and I shared a wild 45 minutes in Manhattan in 1986, and I will tell the entire thing once I go 2 the Law Library and make sure the statute of limitations 4 messing with a minor is indeed over 4 me after summertime 1993.
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