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“LIFE JOURNAL OF ME FROM NOW UNTIL I AM MAGGOTS #3”
11:53: AM, Sunday, September 27, 2009----Blog opens here:


Last night shortly B4 leaving 4 work and after returning from the pizzeria with Louis Laines also Prince sir, known as ‘Chicky’, there was a loud and low aircraft outside the hell-house here off 2 the east approaching fast, despite some fairly heavy rainy weather. I no sooner arrived at work about a half hour later or less, when my bowels blew apart from the attack on me from this obvious hostile MILITUFORCE craft. Also on the way Saturday morning into the pizzeria 2 get Chicky 2 his job, some very nasty and fast spreading and widening chemtrails were coming at me from the east and blowing towards my direction in downtown DOGTOWN, Hammonton, oh well Samuel and Herbert, it could b worse, it could B Huntington. The gods take pity on poor whittle pathetic me Winda!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2 great poisonous sky writing or fuel dumping websites R as follows, BR: www.chembusters.com/ and www.chemtrail-central.com/ so click there and read all about it. Y take my silly word 4 anything? But this is all old and boring news, and this blog all though not a long one, when compared 2 what might B thought of as the MOUNTAINPEN-AVERAGE, will not bore U2 total tears, each thing will B quick and tight, right 2 the meat of the issue, things then later on can B separately harped on. 4 now let me just open up some squeaky one way doors, and mirrors of Henningsen-land. I think I told the world the story about the one way mirror room or set of offices that my organizational big-brother took me 2, upon occasion during the latter part of 1968 and into and throughout 1969. U would drive out, or he would, I would not yet B of legal age 2 do the driving and that was fine with me as I detest driving, but he would take the Philadelphia Sure-kill Expressway as some locals have renamed it, and get off somewhere in the vicinity of City Line Avenue near where all the large television stations broadcast from in the city of brotherly whatever, mister Mayor. Naturally I refer 2 the man John Henningsen, who also gave me the wild and incredible motor-cycle chain, that he picked up from a Campbell’s soup Company business trip that he made, down in South America. This was the big-brother that was assigned 2B my mentor, by the head of the Boys Club of Philadelphia, who at the time was a nice gentleman by the name of Hans Worshing. Someday, these blogs need 2 really detail in full, my story about this chain, the powerful interaction with Sarah Krassle where SHE took it away from me and told me that SHE needed it 4 her GREAT CITY, and also all about my Book of the Beach, or my BOB, as I call it 4 short, as well as a powerful recent interaction where Mariena Carlittia Krassle, or Goddesses’ Mother, came 2 me and showed me HER copy of my BB, and it was very colorful in its binding, bright and shiny, and contained the color mixes of red and white, like the colors of a United States Coast Guard helicopter. Very soon, I may do something that I never really planned 2 do, after-all the book I wrote and copyrighted in 1994, called, The Permission Barrier, all ready did this, and my blogging was supposed 2 always B about the real life true story of me and not some made up adventurous wild story of fiction. Without admitting one way or the other, I may just soon begin something called TPB-2, on the internet. This will not take off where TPB original story left off, it will merely sort of rewrite it with fictional names, but in the much newer and truer light of an author who now 15 years later has literally stumbled onto 100 times or better, the amount of information that is all directly a part of this story. And guess who gave me this idea 2 do this, U did, missy New York Baseball Goodplayer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh well, at least I did not say Haddonfield resident, Misses Goodfellow, now did I??????? She was about as 21st century PC as computers, multiplexed Paula King identities, and all the fires in hell all wrapped up together with Billie Harner taking it home 4 Christmas dinner, BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still this blog needs not touch on any Oaklyn, New Jersey garden apartments, or names like Russell Thaxton, Misses Goodfellow, Sidney Crown, Grace Messenger, and so on and so forth, right Rodney???????????????????????????? I may or may not do this, and if I do, it will not begin tomorrow, so do not look 4 this dog 2B running into that doghouse in the foreseeable tomorrow.

Right now, I want 2 harp a bit on my father the ocean diving treasure salvager, John Henningsen the Campbell’s Soup executive traveler, my brief encounters with paranormal channeled energy, and the characters of the early days in Atlantic City 4 me, on the beach, in a hotel, and also out on a powerful street, esoterically speaking of course, called 10-S-C Avenue. 10 is a very powerful number as it is one that is used countless times in biblical references, and 4 those who believe these words R straight out of the mouth of ‘GOD”, 10 is a major compatible item with this GOD. I am not speaking here of Gawnum, or Gawky Gaukauk and his wild “numerological wisdom, 4 decoding the life pattern” as he calls it. Human beings within normal births and lives, do indeed have how many fingers and how many toes????, and yes please, include thumbs with the fingers, thank-U. That is one out of 100 or better reasons Y the most powerful being that exists is so ‘attached’ 2 the number 10, but then I could move onto other extremely important numbers that seem 2 just cohesively transfer into an indescribable oneness with this being, such as 7 and 12, 17 and 23, 144, 1000, and there R some more, 5, 49, 100, and so on. It does interest me in more than a passing fancy, that when carefully examining the entire BIBLE and seeing that indeed, these R the major numbers that GOD discusses all throughout it in a preponderance, moving from lowest 2 highest numeric valuations of these, not including the 1000, and then adding them all up 2 arrive at a sum total of these first five, which again R, 7, 12, 17, 23, and 144, we get the number of 203, zero is like many letters, unless it is part of size or value or function in arithmetic, it is there and just remains sort of silent, as in this case, leaving us with one of these 5 digits added up in the first place, the 23. Gawky understands the total power of the number 23, I used 2 think I did back in the year of 1986 when number 23 always seemed 2B the one that popped out in roulette games when I had extra large bets riding on losing outside parameters of this 23 number, BLACK, EVEN, or LOW. If the Atlantic City casinos keep their old tapes from yesteryear and wanna pull them out and prove me either out as a liar or a powerful teller of truths, they sure have my blessing, as if they would need it, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!! I would rather keep this part of things and the details that will come along with it, 4 a later time so that we can move it along now here.

My father was an ocean treasure salver. He joined the Merchant Marines as a 16 year old boy from Toledo, Ohio, when he learned his name was not Wayne Martin, but was Wayne Mohr. He was angry that he found out the family’s shameful little secret, and wanted 2 run fast and furiously out of the little gossipy town, and far out 2C. Then came World War ll, and the MM became a part of the United States Navy. If U were aboard a ship, U were in the military, it was “just that simple”, as john Henningsen would so aptly put this. The things I could tell U would get me thrown directly into prison, I would not B permitted 200 dollars, I would never C (GO) let alone pass it, and my only monopoly would B on agonies and miseries, BRO. I know some stuff, and U can believe that. Not until the year 2,047 will I even B permitted 2 tell U some things in detail, it is the law of the land, and even angry blogger ME respects that. I can tell U that my dad met Albert Einstein at the Philadelphia Naval Shipyard, and became a fairly good friend of his 4 a short while after the war ended in his civilian life. I can also tell U that a lot of my aerial persecutions all began around the time I sent some stuff 2 the United States Office of Copyrights in 1984, entitled, “What’s Wrong”, and dared 2 even infer that I might know some of this nations top guarded secrets. What I know goes so far beyond what they could even start fathoming that it would B like me trying 2 discuss it with a colony of roaches. Still, laws R made and prices R paid, if they R violated, just as the song says, “HA-HA-WHO?” from 1981, copyright, ME.

Now I will simply tell U all this up front right now and it will B short and sweet, a rarity yes, 4 Mountainpen. Tennessee Avenue of Atlantic City is all tied up with my father. He knew all of these powerful THAT-FAMILY branches, the McGuire’s, the Callio’s, and yes, the King’s. My father was also connected with a powerful Hollywood crowd in the nineteen-sixties and was living with a powerful bunch of them down in New Orleans, Louisiana. All persons in the treasure salvage business need 2 locate what then were called, ANGELS. Venture capitalist investors would B the long title. People such as those involved in the very once famous musical work called “Season’s In The Sun” were even involved in this, not all of them mind U. My dad was always diving, and even the FBI showed my mother pictures of him in mixed gas ultra special and extremely expensive diving gear. This was when they wanted him 2 dive 4 them at one point, and help them solve a case that they originally had him as a suspect in, in Miami, Florida, back early in the nineteen-sixties. Many things connect into many things, that is simply a fact of life that many know is true and most do not really like 2 much, and some can accept it better than others. As 4 the beach and how things work out with the most powerful GODDESS in this entire multiverse, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, it is really more difficult 2 try and not find the many incredible connections of this beyond octopus tentacle interweave, than it is 2 find them. Most experts on the subject of paranormal research veheminantly argue against pure energy beings existing in either our reality or their ability 2 enter into our reality. Sally Starr of the great Popeye Theatre aired on Philadelphia’s channel 6 many years back, told me in her kitchen in the summer time of the year of 1998, that on my behest she went 2 a good friend of hers who was tops in his field, this field, a professor, and was told this by him. This is Y all though willing 2 play my song SARAH on her radio show that she booked and perhaps still books Sunday time on, at the Vineland, New Jersey radio station, WVLT, but she did not believe any of the esoteric reality concerning her, even after, first, being back door threatened 2 stop playing the song by powers in and around Atlantic city, and second, that vicious rumor was intentionally started about her, after she helped me regarding a matter that occurred on the Atlantic City beaches, one of many, as U all should know by now, all of this is on many older prior blogging texts, yes, it all connects hyper huge time, there ain’t no 2 ways about it Miss Chillie McKinnon!!!!!!!!!!!!

If I ever posted up on some site, every proof I have of all the stuff I claim is true and real and going on around me, the stock market would crash that week, and B lucky 2 retain a 4-gigit value, and this is powerful truth, my brother. No Allie Lauren, I am not just some rhyme word with tore, from the hood, L&O. This is all very real, and very deadly dangerous, and anyone that wants 2 scoff or disbelieve, well, Mashell at RPL Studio’s said it all back in 1980, “UR entitled 2 your opinion”. I could bring in a dozen NAME-RECOGNIZED individuals, this is not my intention. I am not trying 2 make anyone believe a thing. This is now just a life journal and this is all it is ever gonna B, from now, right up until I turn into freaking maggots.

Anyone “carefully” studying the chronological order at the site www.blogger.com/ of THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, starting about 2 years ago, can C that I was the one in THAT-FAMILY’s plans, I did not at any time, or in any way, go after any of them. Yes, I was searching 4 the ALL MMIGHTY TEENAGER that U consider 2B the GOD of your universe, but that is my own business and that does get a bit ultra complicated. But ass 4 Scylla and her AFTER-SARAH identity, I did nothing, she did all of it, look at the proof, it is up there 4 the entire world 2C. An honest man has no closets, I have nothing 2 hide. Just my saying that 2 her distant cousin Dawn, and Dawn threw a fit. People with things 2 hide, get real ticked off real easy. Me on the other hand, I just press on, keep going, keep surviving as best as I can, while this entire family goes on totally ruining me and my life, forever. Y would I make up this tale? Y would anyone give me enough credit 2 think that I could write fiction this wild and inconceivable, hay thanks 4 the comp but yo, it is not fiction, but soon, I may just decide as I said, 2 write in an entirely new vein as a blogger, maybe even exit out of the current sites, wait 6 months or a year, and then begin all over again, PERMISSION BARRIER style, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I could say so much more, but that is what another blog is always there 2 do, so I bid U all a fair ado or however it is spelled, and since my Philadelphia Phillies have lost back 2 back, my prediction is quite simple: Another loss today, another Eagles Loss, and a strong Flyers opening, whenever that will B soon. I omitted by accident on a prior blog while discussing that 3 things will B pretty much the outcome now if things do not take some turn 4 me, and they look very bleak right now and I do not expect it. FLYERS WINNING AND WINNING, PHILLIES LOSING AND LOSING, AND DOW JONES GOING HIGHER AND HIGHER ASND HIGHER, RIGHT INTO 5 DFIGITS AGAIN, thank-U 4 thinking of the little people, Washington, DC, always out there batting 4 those with the billions, huh, U GO WOMO, there ain’t no stoppin’ U now, huh Diana??????????????????????? Yeah, I am WOMO 2, in fact, my direct blood line back 2 Jesus is the most direct on this planet and is YI can spin heavy diner rotisseries and think forward and go zooming ahead in the water, which is more than U can freaking do there Mazda. BYE-BYE-Y’ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BLOG CLOSES HERE, BRA-----HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.