DATFILE XXXIX The Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version

The Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version, CB #26
Datfile XXXIX
021308.704.77 BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

Well, I am going to tell you all quite a story today, bwaby-wuv, so get prepped and elevate your shock value system or else have a soft place around you when you shortly fall down.

Yesterday which was Tuesday, Monday, and Sunday, I have been under a real MILITUFORCE OTAMMIC DEATH SIEGE, lots of sky attack, all types mentioned on prior blogs, and lots of all other attacks, the gods work through people, animals, weather, and machines. I stand back and watch not only all of this going on, event by event, while simultaneously, observe the total blind ignorance of my fellow humans that can be right smack dab in the middle of things and yet be completely oblivious to it, blinded by the god of this age, Ronald Reagan. Biblical scholars call the god of this age, the devil and or Satan, well fine, I’ve got no trouble with that, but many anti-Christ’s such as Reagan were and still are picked by Satan, to be used, to make life on this MW [mortal world] stink for those that do not see things their way and agree totally with their politics and messed up agendas.

The market flew yesterday as they go on making my life a living hell, messing with me and making my life endless misery. The PARALLEL EVENT of this causes the Dow Jones to fly up and up and up forever. They nearly got a FULL EVIL EMPIRE yesterday, but I fought back and ended up winning, for a change, a rare but occasional occurrence. Last night around a quarter shy of ten at night, during a Voorhees [Scum-ball] hockey game, as my late pal David called them, “THE FLYERS”, I thought I was sent back to the spring of 1993 with dirt ball Jane Fonda, all over again, only instead of a baseball game ongoing, it was my favorite crockey players. First, the enemy or WOMO or the EVIL BRIGGERS, the 1/3rd of the MILLIONTH COUNCIL that is pure evil, by my reference point, shut off my television set by some kind of a remote control system that they have, and it works like this. I noticed one day after returning from a midnight to eight shift one morning around late oh-two or possibly very early into oh-three; that my TV was off after they had given me one many of the thousands of major cramping/diarrhea attacks, and I had returned from my bathroom to my living room. I thought the first and even the next several times, that it was me turning it off for no good reason and simply forgetting, but this was not nor ever was the case. If I connect a VCR machine to one of numerous TV out-jacks, the one labeled as ANTENNA-1, and shut off the Video Cassette Recorder, the TV, if they want it to, shuts off. It never happens with the VCR machine on, nor does it ever occur when other television-out-jacks are used. Also, it happens only at critical times, such as when dirt ball WOMO is attempting to get their way using JESSICA SIMPSON ICPE against me, INTENTIONALLY-CREATED-PARALLEL-EVENT, or ICPE. I have discussed the hell of my nightmare problem with this a long time before Jessica and the football stuff ever started making all of this news. Fine, if she wants to make my point and bring me the reality of my proof, then that is more than fine and dandy with me. If I cannot do it and she can, then THANK YOU BIG BEAUTIFUL JS. If I ever can do something for you, just name it. Because this is an answer to a prayer, as no one listens to nobody pathetic deluded whittle me!!!!!!!! The second attack was a major diarrhea hit, ten minutes or so later, and then at the precise time that regulation hockey play was over and the Flyers tied up the score to a 3-all by scoring a point during each attack, the TV shut-off, the body slam, and now bang and boom, a loud truck varooms through my park and shakes the kit out of the place, and I turned on the COMCAST XSPORTS channel, and sure enough, my suspicions were 100% on the freaking money, a 3/3 tie, and the Flyers had just scored it, so naturally the last 2 attacks on me changed the game through Simpson-ICPE, from 3:1 to 3:2, and then 3:3, to tie it up, and now the truck attack would give them their win victory in the shoot-out. Well, the great music group owned totally by the MOB, called HALL AND OATS could not say this any better than me right now if their miserable lives depended on it, “I CAN’T GO FOR THAT, NO-NO”. So I used my metaphysical computer system and COUNTER-STRUCK with a burst of tones through an EMF system, that I will tell you all more about a wee-bit later on. Anyway, you know what happened, they DID NOT get their cheated FULL EVIL EMPIRE, and ha-ha, these cheating dirt filth Flyers lost in the shoot out, and lost the game to the THRASHERS. I have been forced to endure this hell now since 1986, and make this statement now to all blogging sites, but especially GOOGLE/BLOGGER. It amazes me that you do not see the hell being done to an innocent victim, and perceive your responsibility under the laws of human rights to try to help me to get to the bottom of my nightmare hell, you know, if I ever can get all this proven and stopped someday, all the people that could have and should have helped, and instead just stood by and watched and laughed and scoffed and ignored my pain and suffering and misery beyond what Hitler did to all of the innocents in the great Holocaust, if nothing else, they should be shamed. Demonic filth cannot be shamed; I have learned this through the school of hard knocks, however.

Yesterday before the night attack, about 4:30 or in this range in the late afternoon, they also hit my car with a major attack. I am driving along on ROUTE 30 westbound right at the approach to the KESSLER HOSPITAL, and I go to turn on my headlights, as a snow storm had begun in the Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG area at the time, and the laws in New Jersey read, “Windshield wipers on, headlights on”. The second I flip the switch to activate the headlights, a loud snap sound occurred and a bright flash. When I arrived at a store that I was driving to along with Ed and Ann who were with me and witnessed the event as they’ve now witnessed quite a few, I checked out all electrical items in the car down to every turn blinker, even the brake lights and the horn, and all were fine. I will take the car to my mechanic, Mike tomorrow; I need all the witnesses that I am able to get under this endless barrage of persecution and government/BRIGGBASE siege. Evil marries; the astral world evil makes its way into the physical world evil, and not through little green men or flying discs, or any of this. I cannot force any of you out there to see or believe any of this, but I know it is all true and totally for real, and I will rat and tattle tail on every single one of these attacks on my BODY AND PROPERTY, AND CIVIL AND HUMAN RIGHTS, but my question is, IS THE AMERICAN CIVIL RIGHTS UNION AS DEAD AS PEOPLE CLAIM GOD TO BE, I mean after all, rotten friends of Apollo-Lucifer desecrate churches and write GOD IS DEAD, and I simply ask in response, Is the ACLU dead?????????? Is GOOGLE dead, or do they have no shame? They must know about my blogs and my constant screams for help, and all they do is nothing, when they hold the power of the world in their fingers.

Well I told the world I was going to end it all, again, and tried to, but got knocked and slammed into another new and very weird universe. I swallowed ten boxes of DECON RAT POISON and 600 over the counter prescription pills, and here is exactly what happened to me. I came home from a miserable final eight hour shift at my place of employment, and laid down around 1 AM on Monday morning and did this, as both my case worker at Atlanticare and my realtor friend are to busy to help me, and I am under a vicious problem, as you all know from recent prior web logging texts. In this universe, there is a state holiday on the birth of Abraham Lincoln, here in New Jersey, as well as the federal holiday that is coming up this Monday, called PRESIDENT’S DAY. My inspector never showed up on Tuesday even though he had told me on the following Friday to expect his visitation. All day Monday I was under sky attack. I have also had property attacks, body attacks, and every manner of evil perpetrated against me. But this is all the mortal world stuff that has been going on this putrid week. The interactions do not start or stop with what we think is happening in this mortal world, not for a lousy micro second. However, there is no mortally explainable way to tell you all this, but I did not do this until Tuesday morning, as Monday and Tuesday morning became one and the same thing for me, do not try climbing into this, you would go nutty as a cake of fruit. As I typed this in, a strange thing happened. I am in the middle of saying Monday turned into Tuesday, and I am no longer working on the word document called TEOHIV-DATFILE XXXIX, but rather, the blogger.com site pops up as though I was about to post this to blogger, and I had to get out of that and back into this document. If I cannot find words to express Donna’s nightmare and her super evil MOGOSP that I know she is doing to me, how in a million Kalpa’s can you ever grasp it, it is neither your fault nor mine, just the reality of things. Moving onward with my non fictional JP story, let me wipe my tears out of my eyes and take off my dark glasses and stop making the lifeguards have something to laugh about, and the Levy City Hack Club crowd endlessly busy at their computers, as you may remember, when I described this the first time, the text was all out of order and JACH HACK LATTISAU ATTACKED. I was telling how I guess I am such an important anomaly to everyone that they have nothing better to do including watching the swimmers whom they are responsible for, and enjoy zooming in only on me and my tears as I was staring out at my lovely queen, SAR-ah-Stacey. But again, and moving still yet along, it went from 1 to 2 of the clock with what seemed to be little pain, and then I stood up and felt a pain worse than anything I ever felt, only it was not real. I had been dead since 1:20 or 1:30. Later I had come to realize this, much later. I walked room to room in agony and could not make any of my lights go on no matter what I did so I lit a match, or tried to, over and over, and no light would emit, and mo flame would strike out from the flint. Finally I threw the matchbox onto the floor yelling TRUCK without the “T”, and did so over and over, and the agony slowly dissipated and went away, and I saw brilliant light outside a window that normally would have thick dark curtains closed over it during the night time hours. The curtains were gone completely, and the outside brilliance was simply indescribable. I climbed right through the window into this and noticed lots of bright red along with the white. I suddenly found myself at World Lab, it was 2280, on the 3rd of May, and I did not recognize anyone there, and begin thinking it was in a hyperspace trans-dimensional altered part of the reality that I was used to living in. We all live in hyperspace, as this fifth dimension simply contains all of the 4-dimensional space-time continuums or individual universes. So as I start to wonder this, I find myself in the fifth dimension of hyperspace but not in any particular universe that this dimension contains. I put my hands out and thought of moving forward, and was reaching speeds not imaginable, but no matter how fast you go, none of the balls get any closer or further away, they just are all there forever moving from the size of a walnut to the size of a beach ball, and this occurs at in roughly fifty billion year cycles, only these in and out cycling balls move one cycle in ten seconds or less, and none of them are in precise rhythm with each other. Eventually, I thought do not move forward, move into one of them, and stared at one of them, and it came over to me and sucked me into it. The next thing I knew I was a tiny child of three and remembered not only the last tiny amount of my child’s life, but being back in hyperspace on the fifth dimension. I could will myself back to being in hyperspace, or back to my life as the child. Then I remembered that this is exactly what happened to me at the age of three one day. I kept cursing horribly until my mom slapped my face over and over, and I cried and cursed all the louder. The next thing I knew it was just shy of 5 in the morning, and I woke up with a bang. I ran to the lights and the switch worked this time, and the matches were not on the floor nor had I used them. All of my medicines were normal, the extras I know that I bought had just vanished, the ones I do use were in their proper place and none were missing. The rat poisons were all where they belonged as well, under all of their appropriate places under both bathroom and kitchen cabinets and a few other spots where I keep them. I felt totally fine, but I know I took them, and the pills, and died, and re-lived an entire cycle of my life. Then I go to bed last night, Tuesday night around midnight or so, and fell into a very deep and crazy sleep. I was on the beach, but what beach and where, forget it, I have no clue. I was talking to some dude who I seemed to know well, but here in present ‘reality’ I have no knowledge of this man, and don’t even remember his name. We suddenly observed that it was cold both in the water and air, it was April or May, and very sunny, but not a warmish day by any stretch of the mind. We both started noticing a very strange girl, not wearing a wet surfer’s suit, just in basically a large bikini, bright red and white in color, on both the lower and the upper parts. I remembered how the red and the white colors outside my window had caught my fancy and held my attention in such vividness just the other day, only I confused wakeful and non wakeful realities in my thought processes. Still, we went on talking about heavens only know what, as we simultaneously watched this extremely attractive young girl of perhaps twelve, as she was seemingly unaffected by the cold water, as we were wading and she now was out in the deeper parts. It was much later that I learned that this is the girl dreaming in here on the mortal world who really is the mother of the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE. I knew this girl the first year that I first saw Sarah in human form on Tennessee Avenue, in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG. I am talking in this reality, I knew this girl and we were in the ocean near Schiff’s Central Pier, and got talking, but she never told me who she was, but she knew that she was the wife of the great NEPTUNE-JUPITER JAPTARAMA CAVELANTISOCLEEVIOUS KRASSLE. She was only a child herself, the age of her daughter Sarah, and was visiting the mortal world and got to know me here, long before I fell so deeply in love with her daughter, the ALL MIGHTY GODDESS SCYLLA. She had created a huge wave 25 feet or higher, and I swam out to it in this interaction when I was ‘dreaming’ it was last night, and suddenly it was warmer, as in July, both in air and water, and I now was in Atlantic City, in this interaction. I caught this wave, and rode it all the way into the beach. I bodysurfed this wave into shore. Neither my friend nor I had a surfboard, nor did she. Now she was suddenly on the beach, and the lifeguards were all staring through binoculars at me, and she had a book with her of bright red and white colors, and was holding it in front of her, it read, MY VERSION OF HIS BOOK OF BEACH, BY MARIENA-CARLITTIA KRASSLE. I went up to her and she admitted to have caused the change in the weather, and the gigantic rogue wave. She reminded me of how I called these types of waves at the age of 4 or 5, “surpriser waves”, and laughed, not mockingly, but in a very friendly way. She reminded me how I got to know her in the mid sixties on the beach one day, and how I wrote things in my BOOK OF BEACH about her as well as her daughter Sarah. She proceeded to tell me that she, and her husband Mr. Krassle, put the military on me in 1986 when I returned to Atlantic City. She could not grasp at her age of twelve or so in this interaction, that I was not back there for Sarah or the Atlantic Ocean, technically the same thing, but that I was gambling in casinos that year, playing professional roulette. She was the age that she mortally was however, and laughed and did not understand, and told me that I could not have her daughter and that just because she took me out of Dogtown, did not mean that I have claim to her. I told her however, that SSJKK has told me that she has named every star in the sky or [every astral city in phase two reality], and yet told me that she will not name me other than to give me my needed CITY-NAME so that I can have proper documentation to permit my entrance and exiting at will in and out of Sahasra Dal Kanwal. I am THAT BOY she tells me, and always was and will be, despite her parents’ disapproval of me. Mariena-Carlittia and her hubby want to have lots of astral plane power, and do lots of brown-nosing with the Briggbase MILLIONTH COUNCIL authorities. I told her that ‘out there’ I have told her and hubby over and over, that their daughter is only playing a game, and is inside her own mind from an upline reality in the 6th dimension. She is just letting them think and believe the myth that they are her parents, she really is everything, it is her very upline thought-wave that is causing and creating out entire downline reality, in all of its entire physicality and astrallity. She held the book up and said, “I am only 12 now, how’- my supposed to understand all of what you’re telling me”? I answered her in the following way: “Where are you in the future, 40 years from now in your dream? You will be about my age, it is not the mid sixties where I come from, and you will be grown up and understand”. Then she blew my mind like a twister blows dust in circles by saying exactly this, “Oh you mean like Ross is willing to admit to you that she’s my cousin out here in death, and is the goddess of lightning of the mortal worlds?” I thought I was going to drop dead on the beach. I told her that she is beautiful and that Mister Krassle is very lucky to have her. She smiled and pointed at the sea, and huge 100 foot tidal waves started forming out towards the horizon. I heard the words echoing in a thunderous roar, “WE’RE THAT FAMILY; WE’RE THAT FAMILY, HA HA HA”. I looked back at the girl and she was gone, but all of the lifeguards were still staring at me through their James Patterson binoculars.

Yeah, real funny, all of you, DOGTOWN has places for all of you for countless minnina-kalpa. Speaking of Stacey and her Dogtown Revenge, or my EX-TRS’s, here is a juicy tid-bit to knaw on, br!!!!!!!

Ed Himacane is willing to swear in court that the photo on my website with MC GUIRE, on Tennessee Avenue, happened, as I know it did, with neither of us ever even seeing him. If people that can render themselves invisible at will, are not a threat to the security of the United States, then I do not know what is, talk about the Towers, Chrissake, invisible people can be more dangerous than any Iraqi armies or Taliban or anything I can think of, so if the CIA and the NSA would rather waste their time concentrating on me instead of these twisted diseased people in my life, well, THIS GREAT NATION THEN IS INDEED IN HUMONGOUS TROUBLE.

GOOGLE, SWIS, KSWL, VI, this is all co-copyrighted under internet laws regarding intellectual property, MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN. I voluntarily swear under this oath under country and all of the great gods and the great SAR herself, that these words are all totally the truth, with no omissions nor additions.

DATFILE XXXIX TERMINATES TRANSMISSION.
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