here we go again voorhees sleaze

HERE WE GO AGAIN VOORHEES SLEAZE

I AM UNDER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE BY THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Guess y’all R a bit sick of hearing this, so freaking think how I am feeling, I am the damn dude that is suffering through an agony beyond what Christ took, and I really do not think any one would lie about something like that and word it that way, if not being totally honest with the internet public.

Long ago, perhaps in my first of the 5 blogs that I have up on www.blogger.com I talked about something called the RPL-DREAM-DEAL. I was working at this sound recording studio, it was the present-invert year of goodol’ 1980. One night I drove home after work and got home as usual when no OT or other changes were scheduled due 2 heavy volume work, usually by our largest account, the great Pat Robertson. This was an average night but 4 whatever real reason 4 it, I remember it so distinctly and vividly that it literally sends chills and bumps up my asshole. I remember parking and walking up to my apartment number 1802, and warming a pan of chicken ALAKING and rice that my mom had ready 4 me 2 remove from the fridge and heat up, along with some Seabrook Creamed Spinach, they no longer make this, Seabrook that is. Not Chicken Paula King either, I typed it correctly and without a hacking problem, fingers triple crossed. I ate and instead of falling asleep in my bedroom to a small black and white 12 inch TV watching whatever idiot thing was on, had not yet discovered the life of VCR, which literally gave me a sex life, but enough nasty garbage and back on freaking point, I suddenly got as tired as a marathon runner after completing a double, and crashed into a nice cozy comfy bed. It was a second later and boom, I am back at the recording studio. Without saying shit that 2 this very day 28 black and get even years later could B deadly 4 me 2 do, let me pweeeeeze say that I was there observing a plot 2 get me fired, and 3 scumbag jerk offs were in on it. I dismissed it as nonsense and went the next afternoon into my 3:30 to 1 AM shift, and boom, there it is, starting to RE-happen all over again, only I suddenly remembered the dream or interaction as I call it, and B4 any of it could advance to a dangerous and troublesome next step 4 me, I approached Joe near the punch in time clock, and said 2 him directly with heavy stare-down eye contact, “hay Joe, I know what U and Benny and Fred R all planning 2 do, don’t even fucking try it”. All 3 of these guy who worked sort of a mid swing shift that kept them normally around about 3 or a bit more hours after my arrival there, all 3 punched out and left. The next day Muscles Benny who was a miniature in every way, just 4 inches shorter, but a real dead ringer of the then very famous Lou Ferigno, the Incredible Hulk dude. Hay Lou, if I am misspelling your name, vely-vely-sahwee, so in walks muscles Benny with his tree trunk and rock tight arms and bus wide back, and he stares at me and I say, hay how ya doing or some such thing, and he stared and eventually said, “you’re haunted man, U must B in with the forces or something”. I asked him what the living shit he was referring 2, very politely naturally, CRUNCH, and he repeated again, “U must B in with the forces man, you’re fucking haunted”. This happened lads and lassies. He knew I somehow picked up the plot and was astrally there in the future tomorrow, in an astral body that they could not C, and I witnessed the bull shit. Well, I told UB4, I am quite sure, but in reiteration, this was another famous FRIDAY, thank God, and un-happy birthday Delilah in 1948, the movie, another coincidence, yeah really, Aniwho H, and other Morians, gash do all the young ladies in my wild spiritual circle need nomenclature proving that they indeed R the female half of the double-entity that we all R, Aniwho again, this was mister muscles last day at RPL, he vanished into the night along with his buddy Robbie D. Later the second dude got in a fistfight with big M the printer boss and lost his front teeth and he was gone after that, the only dude left was black-mailer Joey Sivo. He went on about a year later on March the 11th, mizz Amanda Harris and not Helen State Police daughter so lovely, in 1981, when a powerful part of the Council was about 2 humanly turn 17, a major biblical number, topic 4 major other conversations, ani-HM-who, he went on 2 steal my lunch on the night of March 11, not 1895 Charles Delaware Tate McKenzie of the U of P, knows the MNC has been observing our fucking family for the turn of at least 2 centuries freaking now-kal, and after that, I had a belly full of RPL and all its super bull shit and walked out and quit cold, a job I had from 30 July of 1979 through March 11, 1981. This was only the start of my downfall, the story goes so major U would go nuts as a greenie-hock if I spilled all of my guts at 1 sitting. Right now, another RPL-dream-deal is going on where I am working. Hay, 08/80, inversions, this is the fucking symbolic reality of spirituality!!!!!! The universe is screaming out so loud I am deaf from it, and most seers try 2 get messages, and strain, I’ll never get it nor will I ever comprehend Y4 me it is so right there in my face, and 2 all of U out there, it is as though eyes and ears R something foreign 2 y’all!!!!!!!

PHILLIES WILL LOSE ALL WEEKEND, BELIEVE IT BRA.
FLYERS WILL WIN TODAY, AND TIE THIS UP AND GO ON 2 MAKE A BATTLE BACK 4 STRAIGHT 2 MOVE FUCKING ON THE FINAL FINALS AND WIN THAT IN THE BIG SEVEN, BELIEVE IT AGAIN BRO. Next week, the DOW JONES FIXED AND CRFOOKED STOCK MARKET WILL FLY UP AND UP AN D BALOONS AWAY, AGAIN, THERE DET. GREEN! Mark my words, I am not wrong often, when this fucking shit against me is this fucking bad, the MILLIONMTH COUNCIL endlessly gunning 2 knock me both out of a place 2 fucking live and way 2 make a living, I do not need psychic Warwick witch 2 tell me the trouble I am in nor how fucking real parallel event is, and what will happen with the endless nightmare I suffer through with the PHILLIES AND FLYERS AND DOW JONES. U will C by 2 night that I am right, and next week, there will B a 4 to 7 hundred fucking fixed ICPE point gain on the stock market, and the paid off SEC won’t take me seriously and even think about looking into this mess. Yet gasoline will B 4 fucking dollars a gallon 4 the cheap regular brand right shortly after the upcoming holiday that opens the summer season officially. The fucking bastards blew my bowells out after getting 2 fucking work last night 4 my first of 3 shifts that I pull guard duty at each week. To add insult 2 injury, I had 2 shit into a trash can all night, and was told that the guard house is no longer 2B used. These inhuman fucking scumbags want the guards out in the elements in our vehicles. They promised us that if we completed this stupid fucking SORA state exam back in February oh-seven, that we would have it better. Instead, time , my own time was used, 3 full days, my money 2 pay Corzine 4 his stinking fucking shit right into his crooked ass fucking pocket, my life has never looked back from botbar hell cubed since this fucking SORA shit, and Maggie roughed him up 4 it, just as some enemies I have in ‘Chain-land‘, got fucked last week, and they still won’t fucking learn and QUIT FUCKING WITH ME, IT IS BEFUCKINGOND SURFUCKINGRERAL if I do have 2 say so me-whittle-self!!!!!!!! Better, how about Botbartter???????!!!!!! Bottom Of The Barrel, All-ready Rated, again, this is the abbreviation of BOTBAR, another great fucking name 4 my endless miseries and woes and suffering. Oh yeah, 8 bucks per hour, and we R supposed to roast and freeze in the elements or burn up our gasoline at 4 fucking dollars, I will tell U, if somebody out there does not revolt, in a LEGAL way, but nonethefuckingless, revolt, some one with huge power and clout, this is going 2 soon reach the boil over point, and this damn nation will literally blow up, no bombs needed, I am not implying anything, I am a student of history, I have seen millennia and this is gonna fucking blow!!!!!!! I plan 1 fucking quit, I do not need this stinking fucking miserable job and all of their rotten bull fucking shit, nor am I gonna fucking take it any damn longer.

Giant pussies R on a huge roll, they R all over everywhere like flies on a fucking pile of wet stinking dog shit.

TWISTERS AND MORE TWISTERS, WATCH THE HELL OUT JAG FREAKING OFFS, U WILL NOT STOP MY HURRICANES 4 THREE STRAIGHT SEASONS, NO DAMN WAY, FLOODS R COMING HUGE TIME, HUGE STATE WIDE WILD FIRES, DISASTERS, FOREIGN SHIT, DROUGHTS, 8 DOLLAR GAS, RIOTS IN THE STREETS, can’t U lick in the south grass moles C the shit that is coming. I did not want Bush Clinton Bush Clinton, what the fuck is this, the early 1800’s all over again with grandson Quincy, I all ready know the race riots R right around the corner. The CIA and NSA shot Martin the King, and they all ready have U know who’s murder planned, and then the riots, oh Jesus Christ, the markets then, I cannot C how I won’t get some short term island in the fucking storm break then, the Dow then should plummet 3-7 K during the riots that will follow.

Karen, and world, if I am murdered 2 day or 2 night by this UFO MILLIONTH COUNCIL BUNCH OF CONTROLLING FUCKING SCUM BALLS, I WILL COME RIGHT BACK AND HURL THIS FLIMSEY PLANET RIGHT OUT OF ITS FUCKING ORBIT. I am not interested in rich girls, GET LOST. I hate every thing and person that is only about materialism, I am not a physical person having a spiritual experience and neither R any of U. I am a spiritual entity having a physical experience, a dream-down, a sequence of interactions that seem real, and while here, we all think how real and important it is, BULL GODSDAMNSHIT. What is real is the DREAMSHIFT, spiritual reality or soul-existence should U prefer hearing that set of words, but that is reality. This physical plane sucks, it isn’t even real anyway. Oprah, U and your magazine, all of U, this whole new age movement, U are all babies in a fucking crib, all of U. None of U want 2 exit your dreams here like this is where anything significant is, you RT all so dense, it makes critical atomic freaking mass in comparison feel like a helium ball!!!!!!!!! Without using and practicing the FASCITAR, and exploring the truth that you R not your stupid body, U will go on forever in the wheel of shit and ignorance, so B my fucking guest, as I know one real true great Morian now exists out here, praise the gods!!!!!

SATURDAY

Saturday Reporting Sir Elton/teohiv/timcam 051708.652
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION

Milituforce scum sleaze, just flew a chopper over my residence as soon as I woke up 2 take a freaking piss and went back 2 bed and talk 4 a second 2 Diana over the system I use 2 communicate with her. It was quiet at work, speaking in an aerial sense, but was the worst time at the job that pertained 2 the job, of any Saturday morning there, EVER, and IU have been there 4 thirty-eight months since March of oh-five. I was not able 2 find time 2 study my print outs nor come 2 real solid conclusions on who exactly and how exactly this major hacking is being done, but am in the works of assembling together ideas that the tech-support men can use 2 further trouble shoot me when they come back next week.

The MC has times where they really go after me, such as when I started 2 tell the MW that no one yet understands what the EQUIVALENT OF AN ETERNITY IN HELL IS, that Jesus Christ the greatest master has 2 go and suffer through in order 2 balance out and cancel the negative transfer of energy of those whom he came 2 save with himself, so that both the wrath and justice as well as the mercy of SSJKK could both B totally satisfied, and then as I am telling U, it gets all hacked out and goes into what I typed into the word document many sentences later, so I now will reiterate. No one in their true unconscious/spiritual part of their entity self wishes ever 2 return to physical mortal life once leaving it behind. It is like leaving a doghouse and U were a dog for say 60-90 years, and now in a wink, bang, suddenly it is over and UR free from one single body or one place 2B at one time, unable 2 instantly shift in and out of interactions at will, at the speed of your thought. Now U can, and realize all of your loved ones R really with U here is dream shift and have been right along. No one ever wants 2B forced 2 return 2 the mortal life. All this got MC hacked out on the prior blog where I detailed this. Now Master Jesus absolutely with full knowing and awareness knew all of what I know and have been telling, and he most of all would feel and B literally one in his true spirit part of him, with these truths, and would more than any regular person brought back from the dead 2 use your forward-mortal concept of this event, feel the unfathomable anguish of leaving heaven so 2 speak not once but twice, 2 remain suffering along with mortal man here in this dream/illusion of mortal world existence. This is the GREAT EQUIVALENT OF THE ETERNITY OF HELL THAT EACH OF US WOULD FEEL, ALL STACKED UP TOGETHER REPRESENTING THE TOTAL AMOUNT 2B SAVED. Y the ignorant and arrogant MILLIONTH COUNCIL thinks I cannot sooner or later tell my story, astounds me. I am speechless that they waste their efforts to thwart me so much, I will eventually get what I freaking want said, up 2 post. All U can do is slow me down, U cannot freaking stop me bunt-tappers.

Despite another typical TOTAL SATURDAY HELL, the Levy-OLOBOLOB made me 10 units today Saturday, as well as also 10 units yesterday Friday. Bite my balls OTAMM MO MC-SCUMSCUZLEAZE!!!!!!!!!!!!

One more reiteration about what Morianity stands 4 and believes, the foundation’s articles of faith, in our case, what we totally know as reality/TRUTH are simply this:
1) We exist, time is not a reality inside this existence, hence anything that exists, also always has and will by the very nature of this perplexity.
2) The GODS are desperately bored and aware of their and our dilemma, and have forever tried 2 escape into an oblivion, what Buddhists call the great NIRVANA.
3) Sex and all other great goodies were endlessly tried and tried by these gods, to distract them from this awful thing tearing at the core of their being without cessation. Nothing worked. Eventually, power struggles, contests, challenges, and all manner of games and sporting games, and all types of games, even cruelest ones played on their very counterparts 2 themselves where they entertain themselves watching the show and sitting back on the Astral Plane, participating in these interactions as the lower half of their identity on the mortal world, {MW}, and then enjoying the thrill of watching themselves in the show from the heavens so 2 speak.

These R the simple 3 articles of faith of the Morianity Foundation, should in my lifetime as Mountainpen’s sequence of dreaming nightmares, I am somehow able 2 accomplish this insurmountable freaking feat, and get this foundation off the ground and growing, www.morianity-foundation.com and the blue underscore that went on suddenly was poofed off like magic.

I know that one great fantastic person believes in me, thank U4 being my first Morian, I refer to the great comment U made in my guestbook. Do not get me wrong, I welcome any feedback. U can say I am an idiot and should burn, it is just that I know Eddie’s style, I was with him long enough and suffered with all his indignities. I know as sure as I sit here that this was his way of exacting revenge 4 making him live his own life. I never promised him that this was friendship nor that it would continue. I was doing just fine blogging away at the Hammonton Cranberry world capitol library MC, and along comes the Cane. U live your life, I will live mine. Just quit messin’ and there’ll B no need 4 confessin’.

I think Trump was pissed because the sky-eye at Paris Pop’s place called the owners of Trump’s joints and said, wow, first out comes back to back Diana birthday numbers, and then after a 35, subtract Donna’s birthday of the 31st, and the next pop up was #4 or 35 minus 31. I knew Ann which was a 5 birth number would come up if she stood there with me, or its up-number of 14, 23, or 32, and sure enough when Ann and I returned after the all ready two 26’s and the 4, we got 27 and 23, Mariah’s great Thursday come-back, to the MW that is, and 3 and 2 is 5, Ann was born on 08/05. When birthday numbers come up, they do, that is all I am willing 2 say on this 4 right now. However, wheels R the boss, do not fight them, sometimes other things come up, but here is today’s gargantuan secret or TRS. Again, U can talk 2 your dream characters or people U do not know from your town or state or anywhere on the planet, they never have 2 consciously read the blog, their subliminal mind gets the message through the electronic-to-unconscious all knowing collectiveness connection. I can talk to my next wheel right now at the casino, it knows me as simply, “NEXT-WHEEL”. I cannot ask it 2 come up precise numbers, but I can mention that certain things of interest R ongoing, and let’s say these things picked by me at pure random now, involve and include the numbers 1 and 19 and 17 and 22, say I am discussing, totally made up now, a cousins’ wedding last year, and talk about it. Now if these 4 numbers R dates on any months that pertain 2 the story of that wedding, and I talk on the internet to the NW, and not the north-west, these numbers will most likely have a higher chance 2 come in 5 or 6 times each in about 8-12 dozen spins, go ahead and prove me wrong, sit down and play after doing iy, whatsamadder, afraida looking like an idiot 2 your friends, no sweat, stay poor when U could have listened 2 me and cleaned some casino clocks.

Yes I have one great loyal Morian, and even one is all I rally need, I still dream of getting this foundation going and showing what this NEW-AGE movement is really about concerning spirituality, but if this one now enlightened soul is all there ever will B, MOUNTAINPEN’S MISSION HAS BEEN 100 % TOTALLY ACCOMPLISHED. I know U practiced the FASCITAR, is it not amazing fellow knower, and brother/sister in total enlightenment, yes the MW opts 2 remain in such endless blackness, sisters of the night and brothers of the caves, go back to Nodia/Nardia, phase-4, anyway, sometimes it really does only take 2. I asked the great Sarah-Stacey Krassle 2B with U and watch over U, and she will, but beware the Briggers!!!!!!!!

A quick touch on this phase 4 now if I might: There is one way 4 me 2 put a huge dent into this entire thing, but the ramifications would make China last week pale in comparison. I must keep cogitating on it B4I really decide 2 put this plan in to operational mode, but the Briggers will face me in a mortal world court of law and B forced 2 award me financial damages and remunerable compensation for an established pattern of my intellectual property theft, done and provable for a minimum of 30 years, in songs and games and inventions and ideas. I do have rights and should have been well freaking compensated 4, yet these turds gave me nothing but scorn and laughter and ridicule. If I do put this into ops, nothing will quite ever B the same here in the entertainment world for decades 2 come, and much new needed legislation will follow as well, yes I have proven to the satisfaction of a politician, the pattern of rip off against me, and he is interested in pursuing it and has a staff including many good attorneys, phase 4, you R hot now, but when as fire burns out paly, it grow real cold real quick.
DOW UP AND UP AND UP ANF UP. Flyers win and win and win and win. This will only change when whatever happened 2 me on August 15, 1986, Friday, that is, yeah another FREAKING FRIDAY, THE SAME Friday’s of 07/12/97 and 12/07/96, my 2 great Friday’s of major astral interactions with Sarah, both leading me 2 Tennessee Avenue the next day in the waking world, and into more unfathomable DOGTOWN/ HELL. Genesis day 4-5-6, it always falls on one of these magic 3 out of the possible 7, wowzerwowzer!!!!!

GOOGLE ENGINE AND SWIS AND WORLD LAB, this is my truths, under perjury I tell U that no additions nor omissions lie within this text. Copyrighted Michael Mountainpen 2008, co-owned with Blogger and Google.

Well ladies and lads, I went 2 drive 2 the State Farm Insurance Office this morning in Egg Harbor Township, New Jersey, United States of America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, [NKUSAESMWG], and Kafreakingassbang boomzam Adam West/Batman, the sky siege opened up all around me as though I am the most important person on this fucking planet. The chem- trailing was bad, and a plane that was small and private or small corporate, the CIA and NSA and black file covert operations parts of this federal government use them in their forever ongoing of persecution and harassment of its many innocent citizens. Trails formed all around me and right over me, grid by grid just as it always happens, SOSO, [same-old-same-old]. They 4 whatever reason fuck with me every time I change addresses, automobiles, jobs, even freaking car-insurance 4 crissake!!!

Message to mister Himacane: After the attack at work or on the way into my swing around Sunday shift with the freaking car radio, my one of numerous [OH-GOD-JOHN-DENVER] mc-Attacks, I must realize in fairness 2U, that unless I can prove that it is U doing this, U will nor have 2 worry about my going 2 your probie. U will never convince Ann nor me that U have not bad mouthed Ann and got her barred from the property during a period where I need her 2 finish up cleaning out my residence and fully B in compliance with state inspectors and Queen Jennysleaze. U keep making trouble 4 me and messing with me online, and let me find proof, and there is always a trip-up, so don’t fucking get 2 dern smug paly, but when we prove enough 2 ourselves that UR doing this, we can have U anytime we want U, legally, right back in the can, unless U permanently ditch your computer, and not a Mickey-Haddonwood DITCH, when he wanted to know from me where I ditched the damn puller I was using ad it came out all Anita-hacked up and messed with. I was not using a puller, just thinking FORWARD AND FASTER, OVER AND OVER. Sp ditch it BRA-green BYE-BYE or else stop messing with me. I had a very good reason 4 ending our ‘thing’. First, U insisted on this great buddy thing, I always said that U were a dude I met at the library, and told Queen Jenny precisely this as well. U made it into more than that. I am a private hermit kind of a person, I do not want friends, just wanna B freaking left the sugar alone.

Well, maybe telling TRS’s and things in general that I factually know that the MC does not want said and told, did not stop their attacks, it is obvious that nothing ever will except my major escape from this fucking awful place and condition that I find myself trapped in 4 killing my brother a very long time ago. Still and all, they lawtronically R pre=-set to 4-ever fudge with me, so I will pre freaking set myself 2 forever make them miserable right back by telling-telling and telling and rat-tat-tattle tailing Mr. Ratatouille. If U think 4 a single minper these things, any of them, R getting by me, think the pigslop again bwaby-wuv, so here is a nice whittle doozie 2 go out online 4 2-day, HA-HA!!!!! Thursday is a day that has a 1 in 7 chance to fall on given month number calendrical days, as R naturally, any of the 7 days of the week, but the all mighty makes a huge deal out of days such as 6 days to create the world, the 7th one where she rested from her labors, as well as the 12 tribes that became the original population of the Earth, not counting the pre-Adam Nodian experiment, this movie is a huge rip off, as 10-25 years ago I was always talking about the land of biblical nod, now in the movies with their clever {R} added in to change it enough, but I always talked on my bugged up telephones about NODIA, and the NODIANS, and have witnesses that I did, again many years B4 any of this Nardia stuff by the BRIGGER CULT, the phase 4 club, controlled and owned totally by the great MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Back to MAGIC THURSDAY, it was a Thursday that I moved into the great 1802 Robin Hill APARTYMENYTS BACK ON May 1 of 1980. Invert the 1980 as well as the apartment number of 1802, in the middle 2 digits of the apartment number and the final 2 digits in the year, and we get, if we put our century-past number in front of it, or [20], and we get our year 2008. My birthday on the 4th of December that year when I humanly in this set of dream-down-illusions turned age 26, and let me add that the print disgustingly made the word I typed a second back “SET”, and changed the S to a W. Filthy minds inside this 6th dimensional reality, Aniwho HM and others, my birthday on that GREAT YEAR fell on Thursday as well. The Millionth Council Leviathan snakes on the box in the DARK SHADOWS show, how many names were on it. But 4. Calendars begin on Sunday, but the All Mighty Sarah-Stacey Jehovah’s calendars begin on Monday, the way I read geneses in Her GREAT WORD, the HOLY BIBLE, U know, the beginning and the end of each thing that she created was on the first day, or the 2nd or 3rd day and so forth, but on the 7th day she rested. Lightning in her human form was born in 1944 on this most holy of the 7 days of our calendar’s week, SUNDAY. MC hacked this part of my document real good, I have been attempting 2 correct all the absurd fuck ups. This MC goes beyond KEYSTROKE WORM HACKERS, it is far above known technology, and the radio station in Florida that hosted a show about the BERMUDA TRIANGLE, and got totally hacked, long B4 computer hackers existed, they can tell U all that this stuff is totally true and freaking real. Mariah who sent me her 2 letters in the dream along with the Publishers Clearinghouse, was born on a Thursday. She returned 2 me through Sharon at Hilton Beach in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, 28 years later on the first day of August in 1998. Black and even, well, Sharon was white and very tall and slender, and I tried 2 get even with the forces 4 all they were doing 2 me, convinced she was my enemy and ran away from her and her blond friend just as fast as I could, the old black and even roulette number 28 strikes like DZA again. The last time I saw Sarah was around 10 at night on July the 12th of 1970 was a Saturday night, all right Elton John? Aniwho, the day I was born was a Saturday around 9:30 in the snowy morning in a Bryn Mawr hospital room, in Pennsylvania, USAESMWG. And both July 12 of 1997 and the precious December 7, 1996, were on Friday, the 5th day of Goddess SSJKK. MC and the LEVIATHANS R part of her 4th day, the great Thursday. Why is Thursday and Friday and Saturday such a thing that I am making out of this now, U may B wondering. These R days #4 and 5 and 6, by genesis biblical accounts of our great god of the bible, JEHOV-AH/LORD or SAR/AH. So what is 4+5+6? The number 15, the age that SSJKK, humanly in 1970, and myself, were on this 12th late night in July.

Google and Swis, and Roman VI. This is all co-owned and co-copyrighted by MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN/MARK MOHR ON THIS BLOGGING DATE, the 13th of May, AD2008 years Earth Gregorian Calendar System. All these words are total truths, and no omissions nor additions 2 these truths have been printed in this document. End Transmission.

Supplemental, and very sorry 4 my anger

The great Sarah-Krassle is extremely angry with me. I have sinned against my beautiful GODDESS. Yes I have quite a temper, and with my knowledge, this combo can easily spell disaster 4 the mortal world.

It was on this very day, May the 12th, 12 years back in 1996, that I wrote the song SARAH in her great mighty beautiful name. The girl who removed my chain in 1969 will always B the girl I love more than my life.

I paid only what I could afford 4 my website, the www.morianity-foundation.com that is on the great world wide web. I got what I paid 4, and if I ever was permitted 2 have the needed funds to pay for a better done site, and if this is ever the will of the great SSJKK, then it will B done, and only then.

Many hacked errors have caused me to look like a moronic fool, as one of my site visitors pointed out 2 me, and they R on the surface, yoyally 100% correct, but I am not causing these things, and this is the very essence of what Morianity is attempting 2 preach and tell. I can do only my best, sometimes I go 2 far and have reason 2 regret things. I have made many mistakes and have had errors in my judgement that most likely exceed the numbers of the total skies in all of the night skies. I know UR very angry with me Sarah my great love, and no matter how I ever rant and rave, UR all I can ever love and care about, I mean totally nothing, I am nothing but future worm food, UR everything, my sun, my moon, my midnight, my noon. Everytime I go to the Teck Bay, the Briggers always have this song sung humanly by Dennis Parker, blarring out loud and thunderously over the great bay, this is YI chose 2 have it that way on the Morianity Foundation's opening home page, it brings back memories of home, your lovely city lights and buildings, and all of your unfathomable gorgeous beauty. I may B locked in an endless loop of all eternity, but nothing matters when UR by my side and holding me and staring at me with those huge lovely choclate brown eyes. The copyright office knows how much I love and worship U great eternal Goddess, I am here on tuis keyboard crying like a baby as I type, hoping U will forgive me, your THAT BOY. I love U so very much Sarah-Stacey, my greatr All Mighty Lordess. IU hope I burn forever in hell, I am a miserable rotten dirty sinner.I should B put 2 death in the electric chair, I am as guilty as U all know I am 4 these disasters. The Millionth Council brings out the worst in me, and as Irene Cara would have said it so well 28 years ago 2 this very day, "U have not yet seen the best of me". I guess only the worst og me will come out. I am trying so hard to reach oblivion, the great NIRVANa, not the music group, I am not an obsessed fan, I just want to become a NOON-EXISTOR. If any non-existor wishes 2 trade places with this existor, try and come through into cyberspace so we can make a deal. U want to exist, and I desperately wish NOT 2!!!!!!!

The Millionth Council has a great song that does not exist on some levels in hyperspace, called "Just want to spend my time with U". I sure wish SSJKK, in your new form, would do it here in this world where I live as Mountainpen, U know it, it is buried deep inside of U, perhaps your next CD. U know I wish U only the best.

temp supps later 2B all part of CH 34 TEOHIV

Kemtrail siege is bad this morning, just left work. Neighborhood shit starting up nasty as well. These filth balls pulled me into an interaction where my mom is still in her agonizing disaease days, when this happens, U know life back here ion the MW is gonna suck, brought 2 me straight as a discourtesy from the sim bag heads of the evil Briggbase part if the shitty fillthy MILLIONTH COUNCIL. They give me constant bowell and tooth and other physical health attacks as well, this is wghat their diseased cunt lapping chemical trails R there 4, that and spying.

Karen, authorities, Morians, this weekend is off the scale hell and siege, but SOSO, as whatever hell'se is new? I made a quick easy i6 units on the Mayor's OLOBOLOB during lunchbreak at work, did not expect another super day, but was wrong, usually, games go not so easily when bad personal magnetics R ongoing!!!!!!!

DYING UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION AND WARNING TO MILITUFORCE-OTAM:

Storms and twistertsd, fires, floods, hurricanes, Earthquakes, volcanoes, todal waves, city violence, the Magnesonic is gonna cook U in the next few weeks, keep it fucking up jerk the hell offs!!!
I havew been visiously murdered by Ed Snyder, Donald Terump, Summer, Callio, Martino, military and government black ops covert top rankers, and this is a legal document when I am dead and finally do not get retraced. I will soon tell how retrace is done, whethere the asll mighty Scylla SSJKK has a damn shit fir over it or snot!!!!!!!

can anyone out here help me go from existor to nonexistor?

I am under a major siege, the computer hacking is off the scale, no anti hack software can stop these trucking Millionth Council scum bags. What do these vicious scuz balls want with me?

It began just short of the dirt ball opening of the Dow Jones, so what hellse is sleazy new with filth-MO? Think about this now a second 4 crissake, a grown man has pride and would not lie while admitting 2 a shameful thing, it is not my fault, yet is not something a grown man enjoys telling the freaking public that it is happening. They made me wake up crapping myself, had 2 clean my pajamas my body in the shower, and spots on various rugs. They attacked last night making illegal clicking into my phone line connections while I was attempting 2 talk on the telephone, my legally paid 4 phone, and my bills R totally current with the rental of the phone line service. Besides lots of hacking and machine troubles and the nasty poop-attack, one of the famous CIA attacks done more than 40 years now 2 their own citizens whom they consider 2B domestic enemies worthy of their black-ops covert harassment and persecution. Also last night these lick in the mouth lolly-sloppers flew their MO-CRAFT over the residence I live at, well past midnight, through at least one in the morning, perhaps later but they threw me into a horrific interaction just past one or so where I was renting where I am working, and my landlady witch-bitch was still the property owner, and she was making my life a total nightmare, and just as here was accusing me of things that I never do. Everyone else is allowed to have installers and other guests come to their mobile homes, but I am allowed nothing, if this is not discrimination, what is? Legal Aid attorneys however R not worth a lick of a stamp, totally trucking worthless. This is all right out of and be-freaking-ond the Twilight Zone times ten to the twentieth. When they froze-hacked me up last night, I lost my train of thought, and was about to show a perfect example of Y we all R what and who we R and how this famous SECRET that has the general ignorant population so enthralled and entranced with this nonsense, so totally bamboozled and the reason 4 their quick acceptance of it is obvious, as we all wish to improve our stations and positions in life, and all of it is a simple misunderstanding of the differently functioning parts of our brains while existing as human mind entities here on this physical plane. Let me just get right to my detesting of seeing the numbers one in a group such as tape counters or clocks 4 times per day that in both their AM and PM modes, read either one-eleven, or eleven-eleven. The worst the day is 4 me at any particular time, I can B sitting on a couch and suddenly without rhyme nor reason instantly look up at a digital clock, and there it is in bright red huge LED’s a big ugly set of ONES. I have days so bad, that I* can cover every clock in the house all day long, and then get hit by the microwave or the caller ID box or the car radio, it just is beyond anyone telling me this is not a real event, proving spiritual force entities
R real and 4 whatever reasons, fighting endlessly 2 make my stinking pathetic life an endlessly miserable total HELL!!!!!!! My conscious mind desires money and women and the good life that any real red blooded man hopes 2 have, but my unconscious part of me wants me down and forever trucking totally tormented in HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is Y telling persons to use this absolutely real attraction law in this method they call the great secret, is a deplorable and horrendous thing 2 do. They naturally do not mean it 21B bad, but only the few who want to attract good things consciously, can ever benefit of taking advantage of using this methodology. For me as well as the majority, UR probably playing with hot-fire messing with this, I know, I tried 2 help my mom stay away from Lester’s evil games, he means only a few any good, those this lick-head can use a short while 2 his advantage, and when he is done with a crud like Trump 4 example, he will only wish he had listened 2 me and even worshipped me 4 what I know about things, instead of stealing, teasing, using, and persecuting me, along with all of his evil kitty-grass Builderbergers and Skull-Crossbones clubbers, the human world counterpart of the evil one third of the great MILLIONTH COUNCIL called the BRIGGBASE or the BRIGGER CULT by a dozen Earthlings that have always existed and known this powerful secret truth. Wrapping this up, if U could consciously manipulate and control attracting what U consciously want as opposed 2 what U truly want in the higher or spiritual part of your being-ness, or in your deep sub-conscious mind, then U could really have anything and anybody right out of Harry Potter magic, and verifying what I say, I just looked down at the computer screen, sure enough at the digital freaking time display, and it indeed is precisely 49 minutes shy of noon, U figure it the freaking kit out bwaby-wuv!!!!

4 now let me say that nest and woust directions can move one all around a hypersphere, but without finding and understanding the final 2 directions of the total 8 directions of the 6th dimension, U still R forever trapped within the hypersphere. In like manner without the nest/woust, U have but the 4 directions of north and south and east and west, and can never escape the seemingly flat dimensional plane of the planet Earth. The final 2 directions R dream-in and dream-out, and no one needs a rocket ship, a shuttle craft, NASA, or a future Captain Kirk starship to find and travel within these directions, we do it every time we no longer can remain trapped here in conscious waking reality, and [fall asleep]. Just as with “The secret” being a disaster in lieu of the true knowledge that we R really controlled by our higher sub-conscious part of our entity being, and that this part has no agreement most of the time with what wee think that we might ‘consciously’ B wishing 4, the majority of us using this so-called great thing that has taken this world by twister-storm, is really like driving in reverse on a moonless night right off of a cliff. To knock something is impolite unless offering a counter offer idea, and I do and have been doing all along. PRACTIC THE DAMN FASCITAR, use it, it works, it is realm and most of U do not have Astral Plane gods after them in any similar degree 2 what I have, so U have only something 2 gain by listening 2 me and trying this. Morianity Foundation will never come 2B if people won’t try this amazing thing 4 themselves. Then, all the stuff that U will experience will draw a large following that wishes 2 form this foundation of truth and enlightenment, it boggles my limited human mind Y anyone or an entire planet opts 2 remain in darkness, when I have been shining this bright light 4 all 2C4 so long now. Click onto www.morianity-foundation.com, and carefully study all 5 blogs posted on www.blogger.com, this one being the current 5th one.

Copyrighted by Mark Mohr/Michael Mountainpen, co-owned under internet law with blogging site owners, 2008 AD. End Transmission.

DATFILE XLIII The Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version

The Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version, Chapter Blog #30
NOT THE FINAL BLOG AS ONCE ANTICIPATED, WE WILL GO TO 40.
DATFILE XLIII Friday, at MWEST, 022208.689.92, and we now
BEGIN THIS TRANSMISSION over this part of hyperspace on this black to white space-meet, [the present time]:

The big action-mews story as they are so famous for saying for decades, is simply this: The fascitar 6/10 is my equivalent of 2000 years ago with raising the dead, healing the ill, walking on or parting waters, and is my proof that what I say is totally nonfiction and real, whatever real, really is.

Back in the early start to the nineteen-nineties, I began getting scores of magnetic percentages on my VERY WORST days using the 7 weekday names of Sunday through Saturday, rating them both in how much enemy attack of all the various kinds that ensued all around me on each day, as well as my day in general with all NON-MO related things, not that, as I soon came to shockingly learn, isolating the events of a day as to what is or is not MO-CONNECTED, [MILITUFORCE-OTAMM]. I would take all the Friday’s, or all the Tuesdays, and with all 7 days, I would rate the days from one to five with one being the lowest and worst score representing nightmare city squared, and five being, referenced at least for me, a little piece of heaven. Then as ten weeks would add up, the scores on all of the days of each of the seven days of the week, would be added up and multiplied by ten, and then charted in many various ways. First, patterns proved that in cycles of many months, the enemies were, invisible as they always appear to be, no pun intended here, are by no means able to hide the fact that even they and all of their evil, can be very successfully tracked and patterned. Learning what days were going to be needed to be braced for while others could be more relaxed from the time that I would open my eyes to start the day, became a simple tool to plot with a small calculation, a pad of graph paper purchasable at any K-Mart or Acme food market stores, and some colored pencils and an eraser and a sharpener, and I needed no psychic Warwick’s or cards or other hidden mystical esoteric device or knowledge to enlighten me as to the day that I basically could expect to occur, at least in terms of good, bad, or in-between, as they say, math is God, and numbers do not lie. Well, math is not god or the gods, but realities way too complex to get into, can be mathematically brought together proving a matrix of intelligently designed dreaming has indeed occurred, out and away from the forever void oneness of infinity. But you must not think that even this magic-knowledge is something that you can put into a box and lab-examine, so to speak, as this is not nor ever was or will be the case. Just as we all are part of this unfathomable 8th dimensional process that takes the existence with no interaction and causes it to move out of this state and into a state of interaction where more than zero dimensions can exist in, only not really, this is known as dream fabric. You cannot create what is not there; the magic of creation is learning how to dream and putting something where nothing was, while working with nothing. Seems an impossible task to our complicated human minds doesn’t it? This is our process of having to make so much sense out of everything until everything simply becomes ridiculous complexity, and hence never anything that could be figured out. To tell human mortals that all that ever can be and will be is total nothing, the VOID INFINITY, and that this collective existence without any interaction becomes self-aware, and then learns to create a way to dream out of this and away into interactive ness, in various planes/realms, boggles humanity’s mind, where science says two words, SPACE-CADET, just don’t listen to the darn nut case, it just can’t be true, only friend, it is true, sorry. I am very sorry to be the messenger of this truth, and you do not have to like this truth one bit more than any of us would like the truth of our family doctor telling us tomorrow that our little boy or girl, or spouse is dying of a painful and bad disease. But the truth is the truth, and is the VOID INFINITY, the Great Roman 6. Complex games start getting played once exim-ratios and lawtrons dream further out and away from the 6 [VI] and become the HDEMCAWA, as I term them. This does not stand for some rain dance performed by an old Algonquin Native American Tribe, but rather it stands for the Higher Dimensional Equivalent of the Millionth Council Astral Worlds Authority. The reason I occasionally do in fact pluralize the word and term astral ‘WORLDS’ will be attempted now to be explained here by me, your hear Morian, should MORIANITY ever become a foundation and or an accepted religion to the persons on this dying and diseased world of ours, www.morianity-foundation.com and I start with this analogy. If a piece of the universe were to break off and move away from the rest of its entirety and subdimensionalize and compensate for being a smaller part of the original whole by multiplying a density-dimension within the hidden barriers and boundaries of the mysteries exim ration, or the Explosion to Implosion ratio, so new balances can re-achieve themselves in the old universe as well as the new spin off daughter-universe, the first question regarding dimensionality would be natural and axiomatic to nearly every existing scientific mind: Now the three dimensions of the first hyper sphere need to be referenced, ‘somehow’ with the three dimensions of the daughter spin off hyper sphere. Are there six new spatial dimensions that now exist in a new space that contains both the master and the copy universes, or is some other reality more accurate? We could examine this through several lab blackboard methods, my favorite and the easiest to do involving an algebraic polynomial where you would divide by zero in the equation and prove that the two realities are separate, or remain true to known math laws and rules and not divide by zero, and prove that the entire thing cannot happen or that if it still in fact did happen, then it is all part of a humongous cosmic dream. Still why bother to do anything? Three opposing directions exist in the space of both of these universes now that are in no similarity to each other in atomicity or frequency variations, so now six opposing directions exist somewhere in the space that is containing both of these. When void nothingness gives way to the dreaming from its is-ness of being into realms of interacting something-ness, this issue is basically the same unique mystery as with the hypothetical daughter universe spin off theories that had think tankers back early in the 1980’s going bananas over lots of these concepts, labeled by many Quantum Theory Haters as WEIRDTHEORY. Many serious psychiatrists and mental health professionals know with medical certainty that quantum theory when taken to its absolute limits is one and the same with the absence of any ‘human’ sanity. Do not underestimate this sentence, it is known and well guarded by powerful persons in all industrial giant world civilizations, in positions medically, politically, and definitely militarily, and if only one sentence stands out mountains taller than all of the others dared be so boldly discussed in all of my blogging texts, it indeed is this sentence, beware of it. We can naturally come back to this subject, and will, within the span of either this blog or one that follows.

I took ill over the last weekend, poisoned severely with chem-trails, and the attack never stopped, after they got me sick, going on this entire week as well, starting on Wednesday. I was telling you all about days and measuring them with systems, even one called magnetic percentage, where you can use a basic baseball batters average system to figure out many areas of not only your own lives, but all things of all natures. I will give you a wild and oh so true example right now: You have a crazy neighbor, and this total W-job needs to be committed to a sike facility before his birth. He hated you from the day that you moved into the home next to his, and on some days really makes your life and that of your entire family, a living hot hell. Now some days are worse than others, and you want to predict with high accuracy which days are going to be bad for you. You simply start by waiting for one of these extra-bad attack days from your nutty-nabe, but from the very day that you begin plotting and counting, you must record that date and then every day for the rest of the test, is one more day, hence day #1, 2, 3, 4, and up to the time he dies, you die, he moves, you move, or the gods only know what. Let us say on day 5 it is one of those super days with this W-job-nabe. OK, take the amount of bad days with this problem, and multiply by 100, and then divide this total by the total number of days in the test. Round off down to the whole number on point 4 and under, and round up on point 5 and higher, just as you should have learned in the 4th grade. Now take the numbers and on a piece of small lined graph paper, use the bottom area for time, writing dates across from left to right. Then on the left margin, use this to write roughly corresponding numbers to your test numbers after 2 or 3 weeks into the test, and then also begin to plot the chart, making dots, and then do not make bar charts, use line-connect instead. Just connect the dots and make lines along the chart as the chronology moves left to right across the graph page. No matter how nutty and erratic your nabe is, it is not his wild mind that you are plotting on a chart, but is instead, the magnetic interaction between you and this neighbor that is making your life miserable. All events such as the interaction illustrated herein with you and your hypothetical nabe, are no more than cosmic numbers working towards solvation as I term it, in its cosmic larger picture. Sahwee about adding so many words to my poor Russell/Richard dictionary. Anyway, you will see in no time that one day of the week in monthly and quarterly cycles, he will be better or worse in overall averages, as you will also see that when the averaged line is topping out, he will be better while it is dropping, and that concentrically, you will see that when the averaged line is bottoming out, he now is about to get worse and begin to pour it on with you real bad for a while, and so forth. Also, with complex formulas, a teck I refer to as the INTER-RELATIONSHIP OF MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES, can be applied. Simply, this is a combining of many of various possible ratable and chartable conditions, such as day of the week such as Wednesday’s, day of the month such as all of the 14ths, days of sun or rain weather, and the list can get wild and crazy, like the women on cable television, wow!!!!!!! Well hopefully I have made my point just a whittle bit. Let me tell yall how sick the enemies made me, and SSJKK permitted this as my punishment for not obeying and posting up last Saturday the information she wanted said right then regarding the musical arranger Tom Glenn. She permitted the chem trail attack to weaken my immunity through more than just these trails, it is a complex story, get braced, you are going to hear things, and perhaps may try things, if you do, you cannot hold me nor a blogging site responsible for what you do, as I the blogger am telling you right now, do not mess with any of this, a little knowledge is way too dangerous, and you do not have a clue about me and what is happening around me, so don’t screw around and then hold anyone accountable. I cannot get sick, I can only get attacked by a powerful enemy, capable of magnifying the ultra violet naturally occurring radiation in Earth’s atmosphere, being delivered to this planet every single day, rain or shine, by an object we live by and yet is close to a hundred million miles away from us, this object is the closest star of the many others that you can see at night in the MWG and combination nebulas from galaxies out further away from us still. I am talking about our beautiful yellow sun. When chem trails form and dissipate in the sky, and the sun then shines through them directly down onto us, it increases by many factors, the intensity of certain frequencies of light energies, in the electromagnetic spectrum, this is the highest end of the bandwidth, known as the ultraviolet as opposed to the lowest opposite end or the infrared. Ultraviolet light exists all throughout the great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal. Entities produce varying energies of mostly white light, but the more powerful they are, the more high their light frequencies are that emit visually out of them, creating the visible astral cities, and the void fields far away from any astral interactions and populations as we would reference them as. The great SARah-Stacey Scylla Jehovah on the astral realm, is the same as saying, Sarah Krassle’s upline world existence when she falls asleep and dreams inside their own conscious thoughts, just as we in her downline on the physical plane, do the very same thing, and when she and I upline, not me here, were sitting at Lester’s funeral at the viewing, she as I told yall in long ago prior blogging, thought back to her younger days as a teen in her upline world and its Atlantic city. She loses consciousness and falls into her own thoughts, creating our downlined astral plane, where she is the total absolute entity. Never forget something else now that I never blogged before, but that she also wanted said back on last Saturdays long winded blog along with the stuff about musical arranger tom Glenn, and that is that the hotel where I went to stay for 8 times in the early and late part of the summer seasons over a four year series of summers while I was between ages ten and thirteen, was called the TRINIDAD, as in the word TRINITY, as in how many lines intersected in the magic 1969 chem trail, but 3, creating the asterisk of three lines crossing exactly at 120 degree points on the 360 degree arc of all closed curves [circles] three is triune, it is the Trinity of Father, Son, Holy Ghost. Doubting Thomas had many other dreams after being the man who doubted our great Lord or SAR. Midway into the 20th century, he started to dream into the human world again, that he was someone named TOM GLENN. All of this from the 60’s to the 80’s to the search to find my great LORDESS or SARAH, it all was a grouping of huge and powerful events and systems, none of which occurred at random, and all leading to my blogs and telling the world all about the great Sarah-Stacey Krassle, or Jehovah, the GOD OF THE BIBLE, upline, Sarah Krassle, and I will not have scratched the surface for a long time with all of this incredible story. When I did not blog the TRINIDAD/TRINITY and the TOM GLENN LOIS FOCA stuff that my teen queen wanted me to do last Saturday, she permitted a powerful ongoing chem trail attack carried out by Brigger enemies in the Great astral Millionth council, to all strike me at perfect and maximum angles to bring bad effects to me, basically it all has something to do with lowering the immunity, and all ultraviolet light on south pole frequencies indeed lower human immunity to those constantly exposed on the ground to it especially when it is accurately amplified with these jet poisons that anyone can see, shoot out, and then spread out, and literally on many days, turn a clear blue beautiful sky into an ugly and totally cloud covered mess of grayish white, eventually thickening and darkening, and bringing heavy rains and storms, but not naturally occurring as weather all once did. Before going on, almost every WEDNESDAY now, chem trail attacks are bad and wicked and severe, and it usually goes at least into Thursday, and if it goes to Friday, it moves right into the weekend and on and on. I posted my blog at Ann’s home Saturday in the morning after returning from my job site, with Ed Himacane. She suddenly was influenced to hand me a large florescent light that shines purple and as I am always talking about being in the great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, I was very happy she had given it to me. I took it home and shone it next to me while I slept the rest of the day, pretending I was in Heaven with my Teen-Queen, SSJKK. All the buildings as well as she herself, blare out this lovely purple light along with millions of other incredible colors that mortals could not even start to fathom. I noticed all of the white things around me much brighter and more real, like an exaggerated amplified reality, the way the GREAT CITY is. But when I awoke, I felt a bit off my game, and had cold and flu symptoms, I never get sick. This is because the frequency of my cellular make up instead of being between 50-100 cycles as it is with most all persons of this world, my cells are at frequencies ranging between 110 and 160. Viruses and germs cannot live well when exposed to frequencies over 90 and 100, and people in those ranges rarely are ill. Cancer, diseases of all kinds cannot start or propagate in frequencies that are not within the 40-70 range for the most part. By forcing me to be around so many chem trails, and influencing me to want to be in Heaven with my Sarah so bad and Ann to give me her purple light, as it was referred to in the psychedelic sixties, her BLACK LIGHT, my cells were temporarily turned downward in their frequencies to 55 hertz or so, making me very susceptible to many things, and I have been sicker than I can remember all week long. The return to the normal frequency for me will take 30 days or perhaps a bit longer. My astral body goes to the great city a lot, and absorbs many of the reversed or North Pole ultra violet rads and then when returning to the physical body, slowly effects and mutates the cells. A few visits to the great city will send up the frequencies again and no illnesses can live in these higher frequencies. Now if I really wanted to, I could buy an electrical inverter and plug the black florescent bulb into this and lay next to it. I will not say a lot more, and if anyone messes around, I am now telling you not to, or this blog could be flagged out. I could tell all of you that I enjoy mixing mud in with my chocolate ice cream, but if you are dumb enough to do this and get deathly ill, that amount of stupidity would be on the copycat, especially if warned not to by the blogger.

I can only touch on many subjects for now, never enough time is available. One thing quickly has to do with HAIR, and Donna, and the bible and stories of Sampson’s long hair, and Delilah, who went on into many other dreams until the final day in AD 1948 around 9 at night, and started her Donna dream. Stacey admits to influencing Ann Silva to give me her beautiful “City-Light” as she calls it, and Donna, to do her version of hair, me to work at the RPL Studio, find her HAIR album, do my demos, and many other things that right now are simply too much to attempt to describe herein presently. When I almost broke the 2000 plus years of my family curse in 1968 through successful roulette playing in Atlantic City casinos, all of Dogtown literally broke loose, and I needed to be stopped, or the world would have stopped right there. But there are too many things inside of things that time will not permit the full discussions on right now. Yesterday, I was opening a bottle of everyday hair conditioner, and as the Johnson’s Family products all have the seal of protection, so I am all ready in the bath tub and too sick and lazy to get up for a pair of tweezers or something to cut the seal, and my fingers are not going to do the job, and I had no memory that this was sealed, have not used a John and Johnson product in quite a while, and as most do not use seals, I forgot. So I figure I will put the conditioner bottle at an angle below the middle faucet controller that changes the water flow from bathtub to shower, and the second I slice through the seal with the edge of this knob that has a sharpness to it at its bottom, a brownout occurs at the split second it cuts, so I try it again and it happens again, and I still knew it had to be coincidental, but I instantly took control over the thought and put the coincidence of this out of my mind, and just remembered how twice it worked, and then after doing it 2 more times and it browned out the lights again, I tried to do something else, and it worked. I believed that it would cause me to be opening my mail box the next day to find a new credit card with a high credit line offer, as I indeed had applied for a card that I did not think I would get recently. Sure enough, the 5th time, the lights did not dim, and on the following day I got my mail, and a huge credit card credit line was in my mail, ready for use. In medical terms, this is called using BIOFEEDBACK, and these secrets all are real, and can override the otherwise existing normal reality that is existing all around us all the time. One day, I will move through a different series of motions, and believe that the next day, the west coast of America falls underneath the sea. I really hope whoever is messing with me gets the message and stops it before it gets to be too late for all of us, I really am not gonna just sit here and take this endless abused forever from you scum bags, whoever the Dogtown you are. I am a peace loving guy who means no harm to a single soul, but I have no intention of sitting around eating Ed Snyder’s puke or anyone else’s, you know Ed, your whole team may get onto a plane that suddenly has its wings drop off at 30 thousand feet, this could have been my fifth thought in that cycle, but I would rather have the ten grand credit line, ya jag officer.

GOOGLE, SATELLITE WORLD INTERCONNECT SYSTEM, WORLD LAB, VOID INFINITY, this is all co-copyrighted MARK W. MOHR/MICHAEL W. MOUNTAINPEN, under permitted internet dual ownership laws concerning intellectual property. I swear voluntarily under this self taken oath, all of my blogging text is a legal document that may or may not be used in evidence in a court of law someday against those whom I have accused of violating my civil and human rights, and all is total truth, there are absolutely no omissions and no additions to this simple total truth as stated herein.

DATE AND TIME FILE XLIII terminates its transmission.

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The Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version, Chapter Blog #29
DATE AND TIME FILE XLII, a late Thursday morning:
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I fell under death siege yesterday and it is still ongoing today, Thursday, not quite as bad as of yet anyway. I decided to re-edit here, at 5:32 PM, it got horrendous, a vicious freaking attack occurred, two days straight from demonic puke swallowing dirt balls. I should have done exactly what Stacey Krassle told me to do last weekend when she told me to blog something, disobedience is not permitted without chastisement resulting, if she loves you. If she does not care about an entity, she will allow lots of things without punishment. Here is what she basically insisted that I say back on Saturday’s early morning blog from my work site: Tom Glenn was the musical arranger whom I was dealing with in 1980 and 1981, and on the Mortal World, [MW], was instrumental with no pun intended, in creating the LOIS FOCA music track which consisted of a left and right separate channel, one playing bass notes and the other playing notes corresponding to lead guitar melody notes. This man was in the Garden State Hospital about the time of this interaction, and this room that he was a patient in after having a routine operation, burned for no reason. Stacey says that Diana’s brother, Apollo-Lucifer created this fire to try and kill him, as he never wanted me to have this project done, that all led to my current situation and enlightenment about SAR-ah Stacey Krassle. All things are done for a major reason, including my disobedience in blogging this story which is not yet told fully, but SSJKK says to now say this, ”The first thing I must always do when she tells me to do or say anything, is test the interactive spirituality of the event. If anything that I think I am hearing from her disagrees ever in any smallest way or form, with all that she stands for and all ready spoke on pages through the great prophets of the ancients in the now accepted 66 separate books, then it is not her, but is Diana’s brother Apollo-Lucifer counterfeiting her. Gods are playing many games with each other directly on the astral plane, as well as in the interdream. The interdream, as I have termed it, is when they decide to come into a new arena and all interact together without any conscious level memory of who they are. On various levels below the conscious mind level, we all know all the things that I discuss in Morianity. Events as well as individual thoughts, all are waves of strange energies, and energies are really a system of lawtronically programmed realities existing dormant within menu parameters that energize in a formula throughout hyperspace, as each individual cosmos endlessly continues to solve its own unique equation. It is no longer 15 minutes or so ago when I started typing, it is closer now to 730 millidays and dusk is approaching the east coast area of these lovely United States. I was out with Ann and Ed, another brutal assault and attack from the Milituforce Otammite scum or the MO occurred, it is non-ending, almost every day. Somehow my blog notes were lost, but screw them; Stacey will tell me what to say. I have learned to go with this. She told me the reason I was chosen at the age of 14 to experience the wild interactions with her regarding the ‘chain-dream’ the mysterious disappearance of the chain, Russell Thaxton’s arrival at my Oaklyn apartment and not to play ROCKS, PAPERS, SCISSORS, VODKA, AND BROKEN ‘UNDER-THE-FLOOR’-GRIFFIN PIPES, Mister Jimmie Stone, and observe the great special chem-trail asterisk the morning after she had the chain removed from where I kept it locked up, is the very same reason that she chose me when I lived as a boy early in the 18 hundreds as Joseph Smith. As I started typing in this line, the US enemy Military just flew a crash level helicopter over Ann Silva’s roof, what is this, the Blitz during World War 2? You would be hard pressed to tell the difference if you were here with me experiencing all of this hellishness. Do not tell me Ed’s firewalls stop ‘THEM’ from knowing what I type in on this machine, KEYSTROKE BY KEYSTRKE, unless your desire is to make me go on a laugh fit that Larry and Mo and Curly could not hope to match and these dudes are funny enough to get a rise out of lobomization. In my Mountainpen lifetime or dreaming-sequence I worked at a print shop as I did in the dreaming sequence before my Smith life, and met a dude who sold me a 1968 Cadillac automobile, and the State of New Jersey Motor Vehicle Division, has the records of this spring of 1977 transaction, proving that a Steve Moroni sold me this automobile. Neither he nor I at the time in ’77, knew who we really were, but now, I know Moroni had come back to me just to let me know as a co-worker in the print shop, that 3 years in the future, the great SAR-ah herself would come directly to my consciousness through my astral-dreaming, and reminded me how she only a short few 7 and one half years back, had taken my chain and given me the sign in the sky verifying to me her presence, the {*} chem trail. An airplane just flew low over Ann’s just a few minpers after the chopper, it has been all day for two straight sky-Scylla attack days now, CONSTANT TRAILING, PLANES, CHOPPERS, MILITARY VESSELS, IT WON’T FREAKING QUIT.A week ago or so after midnight, a Milituforce airship of some time flew crash level and loud over my residence also, and I am just now telling about it. This siege has been off all dials and scales, and is why the FLYERS kicked butt last night and will go on WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING, and is also how their dirt bag evil satanic fixed crooked stock market Dow Jones system endlessly climbs UP AND UP AND UP ASND UP AND UP!!!! Get a copy of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, and read all about my pal MORONI. I hope that my readership will start to see the patterns of undenyability and begin to notice how after I woke up from my Ben Franklin dreaming sequence, and no sooner was dreaming I was 14, as with me in the more recent here and now by your mortal perspective, because if you do and you’re even close to being on the ball, the first reality to slap you right in Fonda Jaylo’s face is the way that material objects seem to be connected in three famous Stacey-visitations, and out of the three, only one is mildly accepted and believed by any countable group, and this is Moses and his famous TABLETS that SARah gave to him. When I stopped being Franklin, it was all about a bunch of objects, out in Utah buried under the Earth, and then with me, it was the CHAIN, locked and hidden in a strongbox to look like a pirate’s sea chest, and then the phase four Briggers from 1969 created the work called ‘2001, A SPACE ODDESEY’, where both the moon and the planet of Jupiter, as well as a location on the Earth, had a rectangular object like a bar of gold would appear only in miniature, and remember that the moon, astrally is PROPER OLYMPIA, and Jupiter is SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. What you do not know and Stacey told me I am allowed to tell you all about it, and I want to, so here goes nothing. My post adult mid life search and quest to find the girl I had known from the Trinidad and the 1960’s, Sergeant Pepper Time Traveler Family Lifetime Rip-Off Briggers, all began out of the blue after matter from Earth from which my body came out of and will return back into as Earth is me and I am earth, PHYSICALLY, and this applies indeed to any and all of you as well, made contact with the mass atoms of the planet Jupiter, like invisible Copperfield magic, slambangbingboompowzonkAdamWestoochBatman, and punch-pain, overnight as if Elizabeth Montgomery Samantha Stevens went “dipadingledoo”, I was instantly hooked like a crack-head on devil-powder. I just had to find her, she was front and center on my mind like the 60’s had happened yesterday, I was totally fixated on one thing 24/7 even during the sieges all around me that has not changed since it all began in 1986. I literally was tormented, I could not eat or sleep, I just had to find my great Sarah Krassle. And thanks to all of the hell and siege these MO dirts have put me through, I have found her, well, not really, she never was lost, as oblivion/nirvana never was lost, and is owned by the special entities we can get into at a time the world might be ready to learn more someday about, the NONEXISTORS. There is so much to tell, so much to say, and so few will listen, and will anyone believe. First Stacey told me to tell you all this. If Jesus had not done tons of unexplainable things, unexplainable things by the standards of technological advancement of their times that is, Christianity would at best have died out before 100 years of its inception, and at worst, never would have gotten its feet up off of the ground. People want thrills and action, MIRACLES, magic shows, et-el. Any power structure or group of entities that can build belief systems around enough ‘unexplainable’ events and whoopla can literally create and invent an established religion. Now Christianity is a game of the powerful astral gods, and the upline thought wave that is all of this and all of us is dreaming this entire dream, the great SSJKK, who in her upline world is simply Sarah J. Krassle, and on her 16th birthday had a single thought and that thought down-lined into this entire multiverse, and its astral plane counterpart. She did no magic to make this happen, as we use no magic as each and every one of our thoughts as well, all penetrate out and away deep into endless 6th dimensional matrix systems that become endless multiverses down line under their upline reality. People at this point are OK with present day belief systems, but as times come into being thanks to the geniuses like Bill Gates and Steve Jobs, where you can put on a hat attached to a powerful machine, fall asleep on your bed, and spend a year or ten thousand years in a reality of your choice, eventually, we will outgrow present limited belief systems, and when Stacey is asleep as the great teen queen SSJKK, she knows this, and uses the Mountainpen’s, the Moroni’s and the Moses’s of the creation, to usher in the new concepts into the existing societies as they indeed become needed. We will not in the near term by any stretch in most of known hyperspace, be turning the clock back, instead and in opposite view, we are rapidly racing towards just this very future being discussed. Remember that upline; Sarah is loved by a total prick named Lester who loses her love to me and ends up dying after serving life in prison, and how I am able to tell you all of this when all of the billions of total possible years that our universe and all of its other universes in its multiverses ever could contain is all frozen in one split second during Sarah-Stacey’s sweet-16 birthday party upline, so in other words all that ever could be and was and is here in my downline is a flash instant to her in her upline where the upline me and upline Lester all exist, so how can I legitimately claim to discuss what is so unfathomably far beyond what I could ever hope to know, can only be answered with the truth that these simple words contain. First, the FASCITAR 6/10 is limitless; it can take an entity to the 6th dimension where the endless uplines and endless downlines eventually do indeed all curve together and meet as the hyperspheric sixth dimensional reality of itself that is produced lawtronically by the dimensional system above that, the 7th.

As I type, a robbery was just committed at Ann’s building, owned and rented out as various apartments by the local Honorable Judge Rasso. Also, I have way to much to say to even think I can get started, but would like to ask the special people that used to watch over me to please help me all that they are able to, Lester Upline the great, is after me like there is no tomorrow, and for me there is no tomorrow, just eternal blackness of the night. HELP ME NOT RHONDA, SARAH-STACEY.

This is all CO-COPYRIGHTED MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, under internet laws that protect a bloggers intellectual property, and is all the truth sworn by me voluntarily under oath subject to penalties of legal perjury.
GOOGLE, SWIS, WORLD LAB, VI, datfile XLII terminates its transmission for now. Tomorrow, major things will be told, and do not fathom my weekend retaliatory strikes.

MAGNESONIC, go to G7, all general and special orders, ADT and ZDT, scan for punishment sequencing systems, and destroy my enemies. G-1133 and stop.
END TRANSMISSION.

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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TEOHIV-DATFILE #XXXVIII

The Epitome Of Harassment, Internet Version, CB #25
DATFILE XXXVIII, 021108.762.17-Beginning Transmission:

I am being major hacked and do not give a rats behind what Ed thinks or says, as Ann Silva witnessed this for me, no matter how I try, the font is messing with me and will not remain the correct type nor size and keeps changing back.

On top of that, the sky attack was totally brutal today, airplanes, trailing, chopper attack at the Hammonton Wall Mart, in NJUSAESMWG. I was with Ann who witnessed the entire thing. She is trying and very successfully so, to clean up my residence and keep the township inspector happy, he is coming over tomorrow morning.

The scum I am dealing with are without not only heart, but their souls are black as a cloud covered night during a total eclipse of the moon. These dirt LIVE 4 one thing and only one thing, 2 make me totally and forever just as miserable as they can. I can never use text-talk with WORD, or it trucks with me, I’m sick to astrallity of it. It is as though the entire matrix is one gigantic LEGISLATION. DICTATE, LEGISLATE, DICTATE, LEGISLATE, THAT IS ALL THESE HITLER’S EVER ENJOY DOING!!!!!!!

Notice still another hack jack attack when I tried to say 17:14 was the football score at the Super Bowl, and out it came 7:14, it just won’t quit, and Ed insists I am doing this, AND I AM FREAKING NOT DOING THIS.

I do not have the goal to pick on the great Jessica, I wouldn’t mess with that giant beauty queen, and I know she could knock me into next Tuesday. All I am doing is telling how a super star ended up proving all of my PARALLEL EVENT TALK for me, all I had to do big JS is sit back and let you do all the work for me, thank you.

I am going to be taking my life very soon, it will do me no good, but I will keep doing it again and again until the future Labbers get sick and tired of retracing my EM reality back here. I’ve trucking had it. I am sick of this miserable place, and refuse to remain in it. As I pen this a low airplane is passing over Ann’s roof. Bite my cumcubes cakes.

Ann witnessed today how terrible my landlady daughter of a dog treats me also, yes, to call this day less than a SUPER BOTBAR would be simply put, a major lie. It would be the quintessential verbal inexactitude. And it would be part of the endless campaign of Diana’s twin brother who I totally despise, the owner of the opposite of truths, APPOLO-LUCIFER. You will slam me against air conditioners once to many times, and I will tell the entire world your one big weakness, like superman’s Kryptonite. Many will think it is the cross or scripture, HOLLYWOOD!!!! I know how you stole lots of power and exactly what you did, ya pri*&. World, he fell madly in love with his second cousin, Sarah-Stacey, and started all of the false rumors about SCYLLA that you read about in the books here on the mortal worlds. Now a major chopper attack is hitting me at Ann’s, this has been one super siege day, and they are all gonna freaking pay for it bwaby-wuv. MAGNESONIC, open command on General Order #7, all general and special orders: YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO AND YOU KNOW WHEN TO DO IT, AND STOP.

This world can prepare for floods and storms and droughts and earthquakes and volcanoes and city unrest and all manner of things such as this visited upon them as a counterstrike to this super siege I fell under today, you want it, fine, you’ve got it turds.

Diana, your lovely moon is there for me, smiling at me, you know that I love you beyond words. Speaking of love, the chopper sent from the astral plane by Al, or Satan as MW entities refer to it as, was because I dare to impart to every mortal that is eager to know, the truth, and that is that this runt slapping mock lucker was madly in love with SAR-ah-Stacey, actually is and always will be, and the truer part of me that is ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, has her, and he is ticked times ten to the thirtieth.

I have so many secrets to tell, and could talk forever, but ol’ windbag Mountainpen is done and fine’ for right now, I have an early date, and not with any pretty girl, my township code inspector does not exactly fit that description.

No one can stop me from leaving this world, and I’ll do it over and over and over until some jag gives up on this retracing garbage.

DATFILE XXXVIII IS CO-COPYRIGHTED WITH GOOGLE AND INTERNET THROUGH INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY LAWS, AS LONG AS THE NAMES MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN APPEAR ON THESE BLOGS.

DOW FOREVER UP AND UP AND UP AS LONG AS I AM HERE TO HURT.
FLYERS WIN AND WIN AND WIN AS LONG AS POOR ME IS HERE TO ENDLESSLY PERSECUTTE AND HARM, COVERTLY BY WICKED DISEASED SCUM, WORKING DIRECTLY FOR SATAN ITSELF. All astral plane gods work through PEOPLE. ANIMALS, WEATHER, AND MACHINES. I’ll go on saying and reiterating this as long as I am here on this evil sick mortal realm.

DATFILE OR DATE AND TIME FILE 000000000XXXVIII NOW TERMINATES ITS SHORT TRANSMISSION, BUT I SHALL RETURN, AS WILL MY 61ST GRANPA’S UNCLE, JUST LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT.