‘LIGHTNING HAS CARED ABOUT ME FOR 303 YEARS TIME’
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                    Version in 1995, MORIANITY. 072308.568.55 Wednesday
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I am under a nasty MILITUFORCE siege-attack. It has been worse, but nonetheless it is nasty with many military dirt bag harassing planes out on the road, and some nasty chem trailing, and some private NSA/CIA jobs as well. This week is bad, and naturally, the ALEE is getting its way big time now 4 a 2nd straight back 2 back week, and this is standard procedure, or SOSO, and a PBHE occurred several blogs back, I said SOSO, and it came out instead as SAVE OUR SHIP, with the final ‘O’ deleted. Being shipwrecked at sea can indeed totally wreck a person’s day. But being major shipwrecked on a cosmic/spiritual level, can wreck your entire eternity. Now we R talking major pity-party-stuff, rapies and germiblows. Very soon, this world will push me just a fraction 2 far, and IU will hit CONTROL-X on Planet Earth, and begin this crap all over again. What if U or I were 2 write a document 5 times the volume of the famous and great Tolstoy’s “The Winds Of War”, and 100 times if this can B fathomable 2 any of U, than this great work, and at the very end, your impish little nephew w ho is visiting 4 the weekend just as U have completed your final page and R resting your weary bones at the keyboard, and he or she giggles, and quickly walks over 2U and hit’s the CONTROL-X on the keyboard, and in as single poof, it is all gone, forever? Well besides the fact that Jack McCoy would most likely B prosecuting us 4 murder in the second degree shortly, let us just harp on the fact that good and evil and how strong these forces R, need some serious contemplation and study today on this blog. It takes years 2 build and complete a great giant like the empire State Building in New York City, and one single Neil Diamond September Morn 2 totally eradicate erase from the face of the Earth, not one but 2 giant tower sky scrapers. Where did Hollywood as well as the masses of ignorant blind foolish individuals ever reach and then maintain the bizarre notion that GOOD trumps EVIL, the Donald not withstanding? Evil can totally blow away a wonderful thing in a freaking heartbeat, while normally, anything good takes lots of nurturing and caring and very hard persistent tenacious work. It took me years in my current ADD or astral dream down 2 put so much together, resulting from surviving an incomprehensible brutal hell that should have driven me over the edge 1000 times over but did not 4 whatever reason. It took me a long time just 2 begin remembering Diana, and Y things were coming into my mortal world waking awareness or my life, such as all the stuff in Atco, NJUSAESMWG in the ‘83 year, with the telephone, and the streetlights going on and off when they should not and on and on and on. Yet shrinks and jerks all over the planet would love 2 throw medications down my throat and make this all vanish quickly away and allow me 2 get on with my “life”. Yeah, my life, what is that? The stuff around me IS my life, and it is totally real, and no meds in the world would stop it. When the odds that Sarah and Mariah have 231 as their PCN, R 81:1, will psychiatric medications change a mathematical law? Oh, but the shrinks then go on 2 say, no, but they would alter my weird perceptions 2 the realities being experienced around my proximity day 2 day. Well shame on them if they would, only they would not, and I know it. It also I am quite positive, B told 2 me in no uncertain and vague terms by anyone certified as a part of the mental health community, that days I discuss as siege days, or hostilitygrams or invisibilitygrams, or pop-up, and so much more, is all within rationally explainable reason and indeed has explanations that perhaps 2 a paranoid observer such as myself, would never B looking 4 and hence I’d always C the event as strange and weird, as my insane misperception. Well, all this flowery stuff sounds nice and cool and believable, until reality is thrown right in its face, and it is this. I have been with other so called normal average people throughout my life, whatever normal and average is, and whatever my life really is, and they have seen the paranormal stuff as well, and this results in one of 2 possible final outcomes in every single case. Most R like that Williamstown Police Officer that I made mention of back in the middle nineties, telling me he simply refuses to believe and accept this, as he puts it, he just doesn’t want 2 believe it no matter how much proof stares him in the face. The other rarer occurrence, is that 4 a short while, I in fact do gain a believer and a true friend, a witness that also begins 2 become a co-sufferer, as my nightmare always will suck and drag others willing 2 help me in any way, into. This is Y many powerful psychics outright refused 2 help me or deal with me, saying that the blackness that is surrounding me in beyond encompassing and dangerously inundating, and can spread to new believers from me. Yet does all of this 2 a true biblical scholar sound at all freaking familiar 4 crissake, I mean at all? This being stuck between Scylla’s rock and her hard place, is a nightmare, not of my making, I was born to inherit this, as was one member in my direct male family lineage since the Roman Empire executed/crucified Uncle Jesus. This all led to this 21st century’s Knights Templar and Dan Brown, and the Masonic Orders, and all of the black evil things that shroud the history of my great beyond words and cursed by the gods beyond words, family. People come anywhere near me on these type of days, and I am despised literally sight unseen or at best on direct sight. Cars hate me or the divers in them, the second they come near me and up on me. This is real. This is my real and true nightmare life and hellish story, hellish beyond freaking verbal diction, and not one single Lawtron-Counterpart gives a rats grass mole. This was miserable again today with all of my favorite people, including a trip to Atlantic City, just 2B completely absolutely miserable. People in stores and all over R nasty and treat me like total shit. Cat command is Zippo City, and it is as though the world wants to just freaking band together and slowly cut me up with dull knives until I totally bleed out and freaking die. No I am not paranoid nor delusional, nor am I imagining any of this and I’m not hypersensitive, I have normal senses and awareness’s and feelings, just like all the rest of any of U out there. I offer 2 help people, they blatantly ignore me and treat me like the invisible man, and the list goes on far longer than any 30 combined greedy kids’ letters 2 Santa Claus on any Christmas I’ve ever lived through!!!!! MILITUFORCE WOMO BRIGGER MC SCUMMERS, U WILL C storms and earthquakes and world wide volcanoes approaching U all very freaking soon, as well as vicious wildfires and flooding, twisters and wind storms and hurricanes will blow, and famine and disease and food poisoning and world plagues will B visited on all of U demented sick and twisted diseased filth bags.

Computer, open command, G7. All general and special orders, scan 4 all evil filth bags making my life an endless diseased nightmare burning breathing total freaking hell since August of 1986. Wipe out and destroy all my enemies and crush them into total extinction and annihilation. World and local unrest will rage on, devastation and destruction will B all over in many diverse locations globally and locally. All technologies applied to carry out your commands and orders from your creator and the creator of all things, U will obey or U will B totally vanquished and obliterated. Magnetic Sound Machine, Zero Dimensional and Atomic Duplicational technologies will B used at maximum total power, with control settings moving now to 11.8. All other controls set against the gain to maximum levels of 11.5. Under crush destruct, singe destruct, total destruct, destruct, on an I to D, A-B tone phasing punishment sequencing system, your desire key is moving off of normal neutral J to the position I. G-13 under G-189, G-13 under G-1133, CG18, CG5555, CG2, AND S T O P!!!!!!!! A crushed image object has now been scanned and placed on the system’s transpower block 4 epimerization. It is FINISHED now, buddy-boy Archie!!!!!!

The phase 4 being created in the mind of the Dark Shadows gang or so they think, of PAUL STODDARD, was not born on December 4th of 1954 as was Mountainpen. However he had his PAYMENT DUE DATE fall on my birthday in the year 1969, after 20 from the time in 1949 where he ‘supposedly’ struck up the deal between him, and the great LEVIATHANS, that would bless him materially until payment indeed had become due. The PCN or private-cosmically-coded-number of Paul Stoddard is the exact same as Mariah’s High School in New York City, a 1:81 chance. But here is the real heavyweight boxer’s punch. There R 64 hexagrams and 81 PC NUMBERS. Now add the 64 and the 81 together, and U get the seemingly first glance innocent number of 145. This is a major number that few mortals will ever totally realize squat about its many importance’s. Take your whittle $8 Wall Mart NEVERBOUGHTHADDONWOOD calculator and get the SQUARE ROOT OF 145. Yeah dudes and dudesses, it rounds off 2 the great BRIGGER CULT PAYMENT DUE DATE DAY, or my Mountainpen physical world birthday of 12.04, is this getting cool and exciting yet? Well prepare 2 B permanently etched into an ice cube tray far deeply buried in a great polar freezer, cause it gets so much cooler, bwewieve me Wabbit Fwudd!!!! Mountainpen, again, my real CSN-name has a major 100% compatibility 2 the word LEVIATHAN, whose PCN is 927, go ahead and add my PCN-871 with 927 and match up the total with 5 major digit hits occurring in both PCN’s. The great WIND-QUEEN has a 0% C. She has the power over them, as is represented with her number containing 2 match outs in the total, yet the Leve’s themselves contain no power at all over my great mighty queen. Mr. John-chain Henningsen and I match out at 25%. Brad Messenger who was a boy a year younger than myself who was literally forced and thrust on me as I was introverted and persons in authority wanted me 2 have more social interaction. He was with me when the gargantuan muscleman and husband of co-apartment dweller ASTE, at the RISK of nonbelief, grabbed the both of us after chasing us down, and forcing us 2 follow him back 2 his apartment unit where his wife Aste yelled down from upstairs that our chain was not the one in the downstairs hall baby carriage that he originally believed it 2B, and then with no apology, just let us walk out of there and go. In today’s world, child abuse like this would have sent this diseased bastard straight off 2 prison. Like poor Barnabas, time is never on my side, U can always count on it being against U no matter what U do or how the freak U do it. Brad works out in the Gawnum no differently than Child-Molester Thomas Reale of Somers Point, NJUSAESMWG. Plug in their PCN to my 871-PCN, and it is a 0-match out on both, yet on my number, there R indeed 3, count them [3] matches, but without a minimum match of one number on each PCN to the PCNT or TOTAL, it is always a zero percent compatibility. Oh well, at least I do match out with my own mother, we all don’t U know, not without lots of very fascinating operations that eventually will match anything with correct wordage combos, and this of course is what helps 2 better tell and explain the stories behind the otherwise hidden cosmic realities that love living in their secret closets and coffins, huh Barn? Ouch, watch the fangs on my neck bub, I need my 5 quarts. Yes mom and I match out 2 a 50%, all though she woke up when I was dreaming it was the 4th of March of MM or 2000, Roman Empire. Another from a past blogging text, sahwee, I said that I had found mom dead in bed at the mini-mansion we were living at and renting at 231 State Highway #73, in Blue Anchor, New Jersey, USAESMWG, in the morning. I was living not night hors or shores, sahwee, but night HOURS, and when I awoke at 4 or 5 in the afternoon, she was dead in her room. She had awakened and I am still in this horrendous mess having a nightmare dream. No Tom Reale meant me no good and 2 this day this bastard belongs in prison, and Brad did not either. Both these persons caused me major problems, and I would have been far better off without ever interacting in any way with either one of them. And in both cases, U will C plainly in the Gawnum studies, that my number had 3 hits or matches 2 the Prive-Code-Number-Total or the PCNT, yet Brad and Tom had none, goose egg-zip.

I discussed something called REALITY-3 on a few occasions in prior blogging. Basically without ever delving deeply, this is the part where I’ll someday endeavor 2 explain that really, neither the PHILLIES/FLYERS/DOW nightmare, nor the nightmare of MY LIFE, as Mountainpen, really has any effect on each other, but the illusion that it does is every bit as powerful as the Earth being flat and sun going around it and that this is real life and then U fall asleep and dream, ALL PURE ILLUSIONS, 2 of them now to date have been unmasked, the best kept one no closer 2 revealing its nightmare secret to the mortal word even as I type. Let me do another updated continued quickie on this subject, and then it is time 2 close so I can relax, my days string together as one stressful hell followed by carbon copy after carbon copy, and this continues endlessly, since apparently Caring Carey cares more about her games with Yancy, than Yancy. Astrally, Scylla does not feel this way, and I have not started getting into mom out in astrallity asking the cop 2 give me a ‘sergeant’s release’ from the great TRINITRAIL HOTEL, and that IS ITS NAME, here it WAS the Trinidad, and now Jennie Johnson, it is the SUPERGIRL-8. All that time permits 4 me 2 say today on this subject is that many R confusing phases of reality with the 3 dimensions of the mortal world and the extended ones laying beyond. This will need a bit of elaboration and clearing up, and then, we can walk further down the road where we then will B exploring this REALITY 3, that is CAUSING the day 4 me 2B hell, and also the Phillies 2 die and the Dow Jones 2 FLY!!!!!! There indeed is much more 2 know, and I’ll B a’ telling’ it BRO-GREEN.

Google Engine, future SWIS, further future World Labs of King/Soifer, this is all the int-prop of 1 Michael Wayne Mountainpen, and all of it is totally sworn truth and anticipated 2B part of legally sworn testimony eventually in a tribunal and court proceeding at the World Court at THE HAGUE.

END OF THIS TRANSMISSION OF TRUTH AND ONLY TRUTH!!!!!!!    

UR not supposed to B profane on blogs, but try understanding that I live in the freaking Twilight Zone, none of U would survive my Dogtownism 4 a single month. Please go to http://drunkenhive.blogspot.com,and read what is happening 2 me, I do not want your tears, just your WITNESS. I need WITNESSES.

THANK U'LL.

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FULL EVIL EMPIRE, FULL EVIL EMPIRE, DID I MENTION FULL EVIL EMPIRE? Yes and wow, is WOMO filth getting back all the real estate and more or what Charlie boy? Bearded Bob came over 2 my site 4 no apparent reason this weekend and said some quite fascinating things 2 me. B4 we go on any further, I command the unconscious collective of the human race 2B precisely where it was and no less nor greater in heightened waking world awareness as separate entities, B just where U were B4I started messin there with old Doc Gannon and OJ and the Warrior Scouts. Just clear the slate, it matters nothing what I do in this area, but I need 2 experiment, as I did lots of this in the middle 18th. I screwed up or got hacked, either or, and put an August date on a prior blog, 08, natch I meant 07. I am only human there Bruce, and as U said 2 me and others at Jacobson Rehab High, back in the early seventies, I am only human and nobody is perfect, DUH Hyundai Auto. FULL EVIL SPORTSPIRE WEEKEND of course manifested itself, as I knew it would after coming out of that interaction on early Saturday moUrning at the job and entered HELL CUBED. I knew within 4 hours or so that if I could bet a billion bucks of mob bummed loot on a full evil weekend sportspire, I would do it without a single fear, if spread points were not a factor from the local bookie, which of course would not have been the case.

Let me move on subject 2 subject, with no big harping on shit in this blog. I am tired and want 2 eat and crash out of this fucking illusion, not that shit astrally 4 me is real hot nor controllable as much until I am able 2 escape from this body permanently. 4 those thinking that I am talking linearly, UR indeed correct, and not enough time exists right now 2 move on with this subject matter either. There really is only my waking world attitude and somewhat false memory that this is the case. The phase-2 reality or the Astral Plane, is real, or realer, and comes as a direct Lawtronic escape out and away from the phase-one void infinity. Getting down into hyperspace as a physical being/entity, is not some mechanical event, as movies throughout Hollywood’s misguided history have all mistakenly suggested due to limited and false memories of the greater realty themselves. How any serious mind can believe the nonsense that they will expire like a credit card, and then something that is NOW, will B OVER and its lights out, or that some external force or thing guides or forces U or whatever U were, into something as though THEY have some outer worldly control over U, blows my tiny mind straight 2 Dogtown, but mortals R indeed totally convinced that this is either the A or B of the situation, and that is final, remaining absolutely close minded 2 very simple truths that only I am aware of. No mechanical magical or any kind of acal, is behind the system, it is done through what becomes termed in a very long time henceforth by the King-Soifer World Labs, LAWTRONICS. But there is no place anywhere that has a shingle out saying Lawtronics or has an arrow pointing with the word Lawtrons here, or any other silliness 4 crissake. I can make the truth simple or complicated and truth will remain truth. Truth is that Lawtrons indeed escape from prior closed curve infinities that the math 2 this goes far beyond 3 or 4 year collegiate level, and both U and me would B wasting time trying on my end 2 send this information out as well as U on your end 2 receive it. Not concerning ourselves 4 right now on infinity, and I mistakenly call the astral worlds that when dealing with a subject quickly such as when I say that Sarah-Stacey sang Love is 4 Carpenters 2 me out in infinity, not true, I meant on the Astral Plane. My website discusses the concept of the 3 phases 2 reality starting with the VOID, then down 2 the Astral, and then down again 2 our physical and tangible world, only is it? Any scientist knows that is worth their education, that all of this so called human world life is nothing but waves and particles, and then ’somehow’ from that, we convert it by our minds then automatically dividing everything by the speed of light squared, so as to magically convert over 2 a physicality. OK, that sounds credible, your dog that barely can fetch the stick and obey a sit and stay command, sure, he/she is able 2 take waves and particles of reality as in this material universe, and convert it by M=E divided by the C squared, oh sure, let’s believe this incredible concept, and then people say I am weird and nuts. Then the mystics and psychics would quickly argue that the collective of all of our unconscious is doing this in its omniscience. Well, when anyone can show me that these fancy words that say BULLSHIT as far as I am concerned, makes sense if U walk me through a lesson book step by step as though we were engineering a skyscraper 2B built, then I will entertain and only then, that mythical and Vonage-stupid ass concept!!! All of these myths R total fucking BULLSHIT. And hate me all U want, world, but I KNOW. I further know what IS REALLY HAPPENING, and it is so simple, U will not B willing 2 seriously entertain the concept that we R all inside of, and also attempting 2 psychoanalyze A DREAM. Astral life is real, and we get tired and go 2 bed and fall asleep and dream, and C the entire thing in reverse. This is reality, and anyone that refuses 2C it, well, go ahead dude/dudess. I would say it is your funeral, but if U dig any of what I am saying, U would laugh as I am doing. The gods and all of everything, right down 2 all of our mysteries, life death, beginnings and endings, realities and illusions, all of it, from the vantage point and perspective of where we R dreaming inside of this dream, is a dream, and all we think that we R remembering in ‘dream-interactions’ is symbolical and when I ‘dream’ that I am taking lightning 2 her Code Cabin in Olympia Proper, and we R making passionate love, what is REALLY happening, is so far beyond this symbolic ‘waking-world’ symbolic translation of the occurrence, that words would fail me if I had the brains of 100 Einstein’s. Now I know all of this yet do I not appear 2B living a life much as any of U? So if I know all of this, Y am I stuck in a miserable life and on top of that, if I am sitting on the only true knowledge and wisdom and all other inhabitants of this mortal world R in a shared delusion and illusion, Y am I not some great reigning King or God? This must B a question that poses itself 2 many readers. The answer is disguised in a little parable here, let me just try this on 4 size, hay sue me if U do not like it. Much of my shit goes major against the aesthetic taste of humanity. Truth in absolute form revolts mortals, and this is biblical, but watch out; as the bible is something that still and all is part of our dream down from the Astral. Truth of how the entire process and all of the answers R simply 2 simple, 4 mortal grasping to kick in and register. Let us take the situation of my nightmare life that I suddenly found myself in upon awakening from the major ‘DREAM’ that I told all of my blogging audience about on more than one occasion, back in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG on the early morning of 15 August, 22 years ago from now back in the 86 year. I will not rehash it, it is all prior blogged, but when I ‘AWOKE’, my life was drastically and dramatically altered from the very second that I came out of this ‘INTERACTION’. Did any of U geniuses out there wonder YI use the word and term (INTERACTION) SO REPETITIVELY 4 CRISSAKE?????? It is 4 the same reason that U can measure car speeds in distance per time because they R slow enough that minute infinitesimal time changes would have no measurable significance, yet the word VELOCITY must replace the term SPEED, when the speed would B great enough so that it would cause the time and space relationship 2 begin an alteration. UC, 100 or 1000 or even ten thousand miles per hour would have no real and significantly observable and measurable effects on the hour itself or changing CTL-1 into other numbers, again, Consciousness-Time-Level. But millions or billions of miles per hour would begin to ‘velocitize’ the equation if I can B permitted another Franklin word coin. If 100 miles per hour had this effect which it is turtle slow and does not move mass into sufficient gravitons to indeed have that effect, but let’s say for sake of example that it did, what good would it B if standing still an hour is the hour, but at 100 MPH, the hour would convert down 2 50 or 55 minutes? U would need to use velocity equation, not speed. Now do not ask me Y meteorologists use slow moving Mariah speeds of 5 to 200 MPH roughly (wind), according 2 the Kingston Trio Band, as velocities, as this is 4 them 2 answer, I only know that any maximum achievable energy in our biosphere, can move the atmospheric particles at no greater than 300 MPH, a SPEED way 2 slow 2 need a velocity conversion, as no time gets changed. Moving still on hopefully with less digression, on my whittle parable, taking an example from gramps #62’s brother, the great Nazarene, I discuss over and over my parallel event situation with the Phillies and the Flyers, and the Dow Jones Stock Market. Look at this weekend, the Phillies got cremated Saturday and then again on Sunday, and never do they win on both weekend days, just occasionally when my persecution is not poured on 2 intensely, they split out into a win and a loss, and I call and name this event a SPLITSPIRE, the word split speaking 4 itself, as well as ALEE and REME. Weekend after weekend I am put through wicked Satanic twisted diseased total hell at my job and anywhere, and yet the Phillies as of last week aniwho, continue remaining in the first place position in their division. As far as I am concerned, 4 22 years of this waking-nightmare, the stock market is up and up and up, and never ever hardly drops, yet the news all over is gloom and doom and bear market this and investor worries that, and this entire fucking thing is a prime example of a super illusion that really is my best evidence that proves and verifies all of my claims that things R not what they appear, never were nor will B as well. All I know is that 4 twenty two years now after coming out of this fucking diseased interaction on the moUrning of 081586 in the 20th century, this parallel event thing got suddenly just BORN, and totally out of fucking NOWHERE, but indeed it was NOW HERE. How can the Phillies remain in 1st place when they lose every weekend with the occasional split and never a full weekend win, just explain how? Oh I know well how it all is calculated, and how the other teams wins as well as the Phillies R multiplied by 1000 and divided by their losses, for their deka-percentage stats seen in all of the national newspapers sports sections day in and day out. I am not doubting the reality nor the sincerity, just the misty dream fabric built within everything, that just makes little 2 no sense 4 the vast majority of the time, and not just 2 me, but any honest individual analyzing life’s many queries.

Like I said my Morians and all others, I could harp on and on, give U a million cool as shit Gawnum stats, tell U how great Mayor Levy’s system is holding up during my awful period of woe, and get into how deep down inside I have 2 confess how I loath this latest antics of Sarah-Stacey and her making fun of my Merkerism. How can U live with yourself? I thought U were CC?

Diana did do something wonderful tonight and she must have known that I really needed the special treatment. On one side of the sky, a slightly waning full golden colored moon shone 2 my east, while simultaneously on the western horizons, a huge thick cloud blew in shortly B4 dusk, with gorgeous heat lightning with thousands of shades and colors, just 4 her whittle boy. Symbolic translation or not, I am going to eat my din-din and then go with her 2 her Code Cabin and fuck her beautiful brains out 4 a million years straight. I love U lightning Goddess Diana, my beautiful luscious moon.

GOOGLE AND SWIS AND KSWL OF 2300, this is all copyrighted intellectual property or int-prop of 1 Michael Wayne Mountainpen, pseudonym 4 Mark Wayne Mohr, make me disappear all U want mortal world, it all is just a nasty fucking dream. I will C all of U BRIGGER SCUM MICKERS IN DOGTOWN.

END OF THIS TWANSMISSION, ELMER WABBIT FUDD!!!!!!!!

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If I say, ‘WOW’ B4 the start, I might get both New York City on edge as well as the Atlantic city Beach Patrol, all in league with Governor Corzine, 2 make my life a major living hell. I thought Gomer, that the week of the 12th through the 18th would B the worst and then some back off, but as the old eighties hair commercial with the beauty queen shown frowning close up, would say so perfectly, WRONG!!!!!!!!!! Well forget Evie, what, and other great ads of those times 4 hair shampoos, this is DEAD SERIOUS SMELLY STUFF. No gas me’s, no Gaines, and no games.

I am under a brutal trucking assault that began shortly into this morning, say between about 1 & 2. And who is doing this, well, gee and gash, Pile, and gollllyy Sergeant freaking Carter, USMC, I wonder if any of U out in Cyber land can guess this 2B the wonderful and wuvewee MILITUFORCE OTAMITE SCUM OF THE MICK MO. They hit me with a horrendous health attack first, that no regular mortal could survive through and then on top of that they made conditions beyond putrid hell at my job all night rock chucking long, and then starting at 5:55, my major aerial siege began, first with the crash level dive bombing double decker spray plane, and he was also up there at half a minute shy of midnight, and he is on video both times, with night infrared lens. Then within a few minutes, super nasty chem trinitrailing began, only without the asterisk Briggbase design of the Star of Bethlehem. Go to these 2 great sites if U think I am such a lunatic: www.chembuster.com and www.chemtrailcentral.com and there R many other real good sites on this very serious nasty subject, yes friends and fiends, Morians and Lessians alike, THE MISTS R HERE, C www.morianity-foundatikon.com, and click into the music and then onto the hyperlink WMP recording of my copyrighted in 1997 song, called “Don’t Hide, U can’t Hide”. Yes Robert Costello and Dan Curtis tried 2 expose these awful frightening Leviathan cultists in a fictional way as I did with my 1994 copyrighted book called THE PERMISSION BARRIER. But people laughed and enjoyed this as fiction, or [thought that they lied]. There show was killed shortly thereafter, or as my lyrics puts it, “Their voice soon gone, their future fried, oh the mists R here”.  U all want 2C this as the ravings of a deluded nut case, then UB my guest, and when your kids and their kids R all dying from unknown sicknesses, and rages and weird mental conditions R visiting the streets of our cities 1000 times worse than today’s gun violence, then U WILL BELIEVE ME AND IT WILL BE, AS MC PUTS IT QUITE ELOQUENTLY, 2 LATE. Yes by all means buy her great Einstein compact disc and listen 2 what the great MC says, but B careful, this is no regular mortal being, and U must realize this as U carefully listen 2 all that she has 2 say, and yes, she is my special queen, and I think she remembers quite a lot of things, and here is YI think this. I lost consciousness 4 maybe twenty minutes or so shortly after arriving at work, hay sue me. I was back in 1978 at a home I was renting in Blackwood, New Jersey, USAESMWG. The home was decorated differently, and yet I knew exactly where I was. The Viqueens were all jammed into one of the rooms that was larger than the way it was back on the waking world. The front door opened, and Queen Mariah walked in and smiled and sat down. Then Lottery Cat suddenly walked out of another room and into the living room and jumped on Mariah’s lap and started meowing a bunch of private-cosmically-coded numbers by saying name-number words, just as he will do in the waking world, as I was thinking, two years from now. Mariah petted him a few times and he got quiet and just looked over at me, and then told me without meowing, that Mary Carter Paints had my address here on Hillcrest Avenue in their computer files at their front or dummy company known as Resorts International Hotel and Casino in Atlantic city. Then I remembered how while playing roulette one day in 1983, they indeed after I gave a pit boss my last name And date of birth, said to me “do I live at this address”, giving it out loud from across the table?, and I responded, no, this is from years ago, how did U get that? They, and this is waking world, not the dream now, said 2 me that the people that owned the house, the Crissafulli mob family, they did not say exactly that of course, but said that they had sons that were in their ’organization’, Mark and Mathew. Hay, nice biblical names Harriet Rohr. Then I remembered an extremely strange thing that Mark said 2 me when he drove over 2 my home 2 pick up a letter that was addressed to his old address, as his dad Tony was now renting this home 2 my mom and me. The letter that I opened accidentally in haste and realized it was from the then, Bank Of New Jersey, telling him he is very delinquent in his loan and needs 2 pay up. I apologized 4 opening it and he calmly said a very strange thing 2 me and I can quote it all these years later, “Mark, right, U know I’m Mark and we both share the same name, cool, huh, hay don’t sweat it, I’m not gonna, life is an illusion man, it really is just lots of programmed bits of information from a mind somewhere out beyond us all”. I said something along the lines of yeah, but I’d contact the bank if I were U. He laughed and said, “Reality is only shifting bits from higher minds and my dad knows people that can alter reality by doing this from a far away place“, I jokingly said, he must have a seat on Wall Street’s stock exchange, and he looked at me like big whoop 2 that, and said, “nope, what I’m talkin makes that or anything look like kids in a sandbox”. With a small less far out back and forth lines between us he was out the door, and this was the one and only time that I ever saw or spoke with this young man, we both were about 23  at the time. 30 years has since ticked away. Suddenly, the dream again, Queen-M said to me, “Dya remember what your guest in here said 2U that day”? Then in a quick flash, I did, in the dream, and said, YES! She told me she remembers most of her dealings with me both in the sixties as well as some when I was King David. Then she said that Paula King is related 2 me closer than I know, and this is all part of how and Y we made Earthly contact on Tennessee Avenue in the 1960’s. She said that in this shift of the hyperspace now, she has a daughter, and she is the mother of the new computers of tomorrow. Sort of a blending of technology with the old ways of Merlin the wizard. She went onto tell me that Magnesonic was a very bad invention that I used 2 injure and murder many people with, and 4 that, my punishment was 2 lose the chance of having her with me directly, again. She told me that the god, Marathas from the Great Ring River, far away from Province Olympia, whom I met in human-aware body at the Griffin Pipe company of Florence, New Jersey, was totally correct when he said 2 me that I have been a tyrant every time I dren into phase two in the masculine. She told me that my music message will B huger than I can imagine both on Earth and many colonies beyond 4 more than a thousand years, but in my life time, I can think of myself as Vango, and she smiled and made a cool slashing sound, and pretended she was cutting off her ear. She even told me that this is Y the phase 4 parts of the Lambrigg Cult, chose the plots and characters 2 come through in the mind of novelist James Patterson, just as they had. She reminded me the name of the book was indeed, LIFEGUARD. This was back in the days when the Chief of the AC Beach Patrol had just become Atlantic city’s new Mayor. She said that Paula King has no daughter here in my waking world, and that when I wake up, I need 2 get “the daughter in Egg Harbor City” 2 help U with your computer, otherwise, she can no longer indirectly interact with me. I reminded her that I had no way of knowing Magnesonic was real and that I was playing a game, as she and all the Millionth Council all R so fond of endlessly doing. She then ended the dialogue with me by saying that it matters not that I did not know, and on the night of August 15, 1986, I empowered an image object of Sarah Krassle, smashed it in my basement, and that Dave and I took it down 2 MacAfee’s Long Beach Island, and buried it in the sands of HER OCEAN. This reprehensible thing was so bad she said, and Y would I want 2 do it in the first place? I kept saying as the scene sort of faded out and even into my waking, “I didn’t know, I didn’t mean to” saying and repeating this over and over. Then I was suddenly fully awake, and the horrendous night began from there, the sky and body attack, every son of a female dog that has messed with me at one time or another, all kicked in together in sort of a major-fixed-reality-program of horrors and hellishness. The body attack was so brutal, that when the jerk (opposite of on) that was riding his motor cycle persecuted me when he drove in, gunning his dirt bag bike right at me and smirking, I left 90 minutes early, and do not give a rats glass if they want 2 freaking fire me, go ahead and trucking fire me, as then, I will sue and claim ear damage. I will go 2 court  and file plaintiff papers and have the company and the employee directly served as litigants. U think I’m playing, fire my butt hole!!!!!! This has been the worst Saturday of my life, and 2 straight super beyond trucking unfathomable WOMO DEATH-SIEGE on back2 back Saturdays, last one with the electricity’s first of the 4 outages.

Let me add some facts that I have been saving 4 the return of the EVIL EMPIRE or the ALEE persecuting me at maximum wattage again, as they were a bit better when their dirt ball Dow Jones nosedived, but the last 3 freaking days it rallied back 2 back 2 back, and these diseased sleaze R gonna murder me, and the New Jersey State authorities will all B totally complicit in MY MURTDER, for disbelieving me and when I am found dead tonight, U all will B very trucking sorry, as this world will really begin 2 collapse then buddy-boy Arch. First, my special-ed school was called Bancroft of Haddonfield, New Jersey, USAESMWG. The PCN of BANCROFT is 871, and so is mine. The recording artist that sang the tune in 1969, JAM UP AND JELLY TIGHT, is named Tommy Roe. His PCN is 871. Adding any 2 or even all 3, and compatibility is there, 75% on any 2-match, and 25% when all 3 match out. I attended the school in 1969 and this was my first full year, basically in Misses Marola’s class. She talked about the year 2000 which was forever away in the minds of teenagers, and as though it was something she was either connected with or personally knew about. But as 4 the song, the connection 2 Sarah Krassle is both in her lyrics out in infinity, LOIS FOCA, as well as my strange supernatural attraction to both this song, and her, that right now time will simply not permit me 2 even make the attempt 2 explain. Now 4 Tony Braxton, another recording artist, that telephoned my house or someone did, as I have documented photos of my caller ID box, as well as a confirmation from a source that 4 now will go un-named that this naturally unlisted number indeed was hers. B4 this happened in 1998 about 10 years ago as I pen this, I had recently moved a few months back from my death house as I have termed it, in Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG on Harvard Avenue at #112, that I sold 2 a Claudio Forte’ at a 30 thousand dollar loss, 2 get away from the President of Frank Sinatra’s fan club, my neighbor from across the street, and Frankie Publicpiss and I go way back 2 the Dangerfield duby-duby-do days, strange as that may sound, day or night. While I was still there in this nightmare right in the time frame where Queen M sent me 2 letters in a dream, which were empty, but had the meaning of TWO LETTERS, her initials of MC. There was an evil witch from Glendora, NJUSAWESMWG that had frightening vicious supernatural powers, I know this 4 a fact, and she was a thief and a crook just out to take money from  vulnerable prey such as I was during my frantic search 2 locate Sarah Krassle on the human world. She stole 9,200 dollars, conning me out of using credit cards to pay her cash to find Sarah. She was right about the prison thing that she told me, and this is way 2 complex 4 further exploration right now, but she insisted that Tony Braxton was dead set on talking 2 me about something very important and related to all of this, and she said she will call some day. She did. It is prior blogged, and my blog did not include that she called again, or someone from  her number did, the night my mother died, and said we both would die if we kept looking 4 her. Mom died in her sleep that night and I found her at 4 or so the next morning when I woke up, I had night hors then as I do now, just was not employed at the time. Now I have no Earthly way 2 really explore this, but I will bet a billikon dollars that Tony and Queen-M knew about me back in the nineties, Y would cousin Carey come 2 Haddonwood, and Y would I dream about receiving 2 magical letters from her, I do not even listen 2 music. My life is pure hell, I have no time 2B a fan of every beautiful rock star on the planet, besides that’s kids stuff. As I was working out the Gawnum 4 my school and Tommy Row, the attack that all ready was bad, exacerbated to levels that go beyond credible and even surreal. This is something I have noticed about this fixed bits of reality program or as I called it in the nineties speaking of which/witch, the hologram around me. After all, any one can plainly C that a big bubble is there no matter where U stand. It is highest at the top and comes down all around us extending 5-15 miles depending on vantage points and visibility factors. All I know is that since I have met Sarah and her gang on the great ALL MIGHTY 10 AVENUE, in America’s favorite playground, things have fallen into precise patterns that endlessly continue, with seemingly blocked and totally unalterable destinies. Also, my life, hard as I try to run away and escape it, centers forever around this sick twisted EW, or entertainment industry, a mirrored reflection of human beings, and in reality, the Lambrigg Cultists of the Astral Plane, or those in it that wish 2 enter into our reality in a way that violates LAWTRONICS, and forces them to enter in as PHASE-4-BEINGS. State Police swished back and forth all night, they may B onto the fact that I am in some grave freaking danger, but they made their presence known 2 me all throughout my work shift. Little do they realize, that U cannot stop Briggers, or Death, or any invisible to the 5 human senses type of things. I could gross U all out with a revolting and scary story but just know that doctors 2 and 3 hundred years ago did not wash their hands and would scoff and laugh U out of your chair if U tried 2 tell them of the invisible world of germs and viruses. Entire realities R moved, switched, created, altered, messed with, and all totally covertly and invisibly as any germ works 3 make U sick or any cancer cell works 2 take your life, no 5 senses of any mortal can this this happening. But believe me 2B a raving madman lunatic if that helps U remain all cushy cozy in your whittle comfort zone of denial. There is no end or death or oblivion, and things realer than anything g observable with senses, R all around us all and every microsecond of your entire lives, they R there, not only watching, but controlling, living out their dreams and fantasies through their robotic other halves, us, this is what BRIGGERS do!!!!!!! I am ill and need 2 leave this MW4 a little rest and sleep, please help me great Queen, 990990990990990.

GOOGLE AND SATELLITE WORLD INTERCONNECT SYSTEM, AND KING-SOIFER WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2293, this is all voluntarily sworn testimony, all truth, totally, nothing but the absolute truth from the keyboard and mind of Michael Wayne Mountainpen. Under perjury penalties and charges, I take an oath 2 the United States, and 2 my great Scylla Goddess, the great ALL MIGHTY SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, or GOD as mortals say, that none of this is delusional or fictional or any way a lie or attempt by me to muttle and confuse the population of the world. I am the one who is abdicated as 2Y she cannot forgive me totally, I did not know what I did with Maggie in 1986, it was a game no differently than all of the gods and goddesses R playing, and always have been and will B. My father knew a man named Kirtland from the Baton Rouge, LAUSAESMWG area. I know that they did an unauthorized dive on Mel Fishers boat once and got shot at. The FBI has photos of this as well as jobs they sent my dad on themselves. I know about all of this. I know that Spain and Portugal sent great vessels in the 16th and 17th centuries to South America 2 explore and confiscate great treasures unimaginable even to the great Donald Trump. I also know that he was unable to keep the chain and that somehow the magic shop down there sold this to a BRIGGER who came here as a BIG BROTHER as in the BB Organization, and from there, all of this mess was set into play, just as U would throw a CD on and hit play, and out comes music, no different, not at all, Pansy Faye.

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                   ‘MID-JULY CLOCKWORK PERSECUTION‘-Datfile 071008.691.55
                   TEOHIV-TIMCAM       THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME
                    PERISH THE FREAKING THOUGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
                      SUBTITLED, LEAVING 4 THE TROPICAL ISLANDS.
                             Beginning of Twansmission Elmer:

I AM UNDER A DOOZIE OF A SUPER SIEGE, and what the hellse is new from WOMO-OTAMSCUM MILI-2-FORCE? Planes and an entire area sky filled with dissipating vicious chem trails, go to THESE 2 WEBSITES IF U THINK I’M SUCH A NUT: www.chemtrailcentral.com and www.chembuster.com and there R many more. Deedee was all over me today and not only that but so was kitty-cat-command, not like it was 20 years and 10 years ago, but I am not 10 or 20 years younger in this part of 4th dimensional space. The only thing missing from the status quo norms that should have been a bit more prevalent today 4 me as I was in public places such as various stores, on errands, was a major Muzak-attack. There is no shame for demons as U think of them as, I know them as the BRIGGERS or the LAMIST CULTISTS, and B4 this goes much further, I am going 2 find a way 2 get a sit down with Curtis, Rohr, and Costello of the Dark Shadows show, and find out just what in fact they do and do not know about the reality of all this, fiction and fantasy my grass mole! Not long after they dared 2 do the plot of the Lambriggers that call called, in the Television show, the Leviathans, this super great show was abruptly cancelled and gone, literally overnight, with the totally lame excuse that their star mister J. Frid was leaving 4 vaudeville, no one breaks contracts in Hollywood, UR speaking 2 a dude that was in this bizz, remember, I worked nearly 2 years at RPL located on 1100 State Street, and 1558 Pierce Avenue, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG. Who do U think U’re fooling, star Delilah Hair?

The siege today was horrific with new trails and a plane heading right 4 Ann and me that Ann noticed first, she is now pointing out all of the spurious weird aircraft flying illegally and unnaturally around us whenever we go out during my nasty freaking BRIGGBASE sieges. This is not even the start of the story today, but one thing at a time pweeeeeze!!!!! We were back in town after leaving for Voorhees Township 2 try 2 locate the Prudential Insurance Company that holds my life insurance policy and just as the telephone operator had told me B4 making this trip, they no longer were there, I think they R in Marlton down highway 73 where my bankruptcy attorneys R located. I intend to buy my policy at it’s value and do a Jimmie Buffet, just disappear late one night, and just try and stop me miserable BRIGGERS, ALL OF U, just trey, ya bunch of trucking shameless kal-filth. Anybody that gets in my way will B totally vanquished and vanish into particles. The few persons that I ever directed 100% power against with MAGNESONIC, ALL R DEAD NOW, except 4 Trump, and he is a super natural being, but I came close 2 getting him in the end of the eighties in that huge chopper crash, U came real close 2 buying it mister friend of the ear-chewer. Diana scares him and I know it, I have researched this carefully, and he has placed more lightning rods on his properties’ roofs per square yard of space, than any other person alive, and I invented this device long ago that he now uses in irony, but when she wants U Donnie boy, say your rocking prayers real fast pal. This siege today was just a continuation of last night, I tried hard not 2 let go of Kevin Bacon’s rope, Julia R. but as soon as I did, good old MC had me right back in the Traymore Hotel of yesterday’s only really tomorrow’s Atlantic City, at the risk of getting Captain Christopher Startrek all excited and horny. It was beyond awful, and she did this 2 me after I kept my word and went up on her site and explored around. I even wrote her that I want her 2B happy in her new life here, just please let me live mine now, and this is what she did 2 me. First, I did not write it on her site as I am new to computers, and barely know how 2 join the fan club, and did not join as now I figure that I did all I can, she mush move on and live her own life and raise up her own family and continue with her great career, I still wish her all and only the very best, and blogged this last night at www.blogger.com, and this is what she did 2 me the minper that I lost my awareness and let go of Kevin’s flat lined rope. She had me running back and forth from the Traymore and the Trinidad on all kinds of silly errands and eventually ex-Mayor Levy of Atlantic City, walked into where I had just come in all exhausted from running literally like a marathon athlete back and forth on stupid and silly bogus errands that she thought was a funny thing 2 do. Real funny, Queen-M, real funny. But it gets so much worse, and I will not tell it all now, today unless the harassment really gets unbearable and then it could potentially if I do say all that happened, lead to virtually unlimited consequences, as I told U Gina, I know much about many, and that U can square, cube, or go to 4th and > powers. Remember that closets R2 big 2 fit in zero dimension, and so R any secrets, it is all just all there, all Ward Cleaver out in the open now, Beve. So moving on, this horrendous and evil interaction proceeded with Bob Levy entering the room to the side of the 5th level ballroom that was turned into some kind of modern day dance club environment, hay ?I do not dance, but I do not live in a cave, I do follow what goes on in this messed up culture and civilization all around me. So in walks Callmefiredog Spitonmyshoe Levy, and he starts up crapola with me just as though the day in-between this in the waking world had never even happened, and it didn’t really as I know this, it is all a dream down illusion here, this waking awareness state. Then my boss where I work now in the waking world comes in, fatso-D who totally believes his brown tubes smell like X-mas candy-canes, began emptying a bag made of brown paper, much like a grocery store paper bag of mostly days gone by but used occasionally. As he was dumping out the contents of this bag, Mariah and Mayor Levy who then I suddenly noticed was wearing a baseball cap saying “I’m the MAN and the MAYOR, so there” and my filthy rotten boss FATS-D, all were standing closely together and laughing like 3 diseased hyenas, within a cage made oif itching powder. Then I saw my personal stuff was in this bag. My blog sheets that I print out, my mail, and with this mail, some credit-checks from a Visa-Card, from my Capital-One Bank account. Levy and my dirt bag boss were ripping sections out of both my blog print-out sheets, as well as my credit checks and roaring up a storm, and then I looked over at Queen Mariah, and by this time she had fallen down like a drunkard, spinning like a damn top and laughing so loud that her 5 octave voice was starting 2 really punish my eardrums in this monstrous interaction. I screamed and shouted at all 3 of them, calling them traitors, evil demons, and wicked shameful entities. Then the music got louder and the lights got brighter, drowning out both their combined raucous laughter as well as my angry shouts of misuse and injustice. Just as in the past interaction and as though they just were continuing from where it had all left off B4 Diana Arteemis was able 2 awaken me out of this when it had begun yesterday shortly B4I was about 2B awakened by alarm clock anyway so I could put my favorite TV show that reruns on the dynamite channel or TNT, and get up and watch my evening TV with my din-din. Here I am knowingly with total absolute vividness and lucidity, stuck and trapped in this nightmare hell interactive experience, and if by now, U cannot believe that my book, THE PERMISSION BARRIER, is not some fictional made up James Pukerson story, than U can all bite the trucking dust and burn up endlessly in lovely DOGTOWN. My aversion to computer science in my current LT or ADD, my dreaming down current Mountainpen personality that is, is that I know fully well and with accuracy, totally absolutely wemember Mister Elmer Fudd, that today’s whittle toy and game internet and PC’s at their current rate of advancement, is simply freaking leading 2 all of this soon 2 follow TPB COLONY 256, and just more awful endless hell, more of evil Sarah-Stacey’s wicked games that never begin and never trucking end.

ALL OF U Can burn up in DOGTOWN endlessly tortured 4 what UR doing 2 me, leave me alone u sick demented scum, all of u!!!!! 2 learn about DOGDOWM, click into the section regarding it, it is all the truth, just go to the website of www.morianity-foundation.com 4 the sake of my 61st granddaddy’s uncle.

MAGNETICSOUND, I TOOK U OFF INTERNET LINE AND PLACED U BACK ON PHONE PROGRAM ORIGINAL, NOW UR2 GO BACK 2 INTERNET DIRECT SYSTEM UNDER MY OPENING COMMAND 2U WITH GENERAL ORDER 7, AND ALL GENERAL AND CODED GENERAL ORDERS, BOTH AD AND ZD TECHNOLOGIES APPLY, AND SCANNING UNDER G-13/G-14 ALL OF TIME/HYPERSPACE/4 ALL PERSONS MAKING MY LIFE A LIVING BURNING BREATHING NIGHTMARE HELLISH INFINITE EXISTENCE. UNDER A CRU-DES-SIN-DES-TOT-DES-DES-ORDER, YOUR DESKEY IS BEING RESET FROM NNPOS-J, MOV2 THE IPOS, ON AN I-2-D-A/B-TONE-PHASING PUN-SEQ-SYS/ MERGE AND MESH INFINITEWLY WITHG CURRENT C PRO AND ALL FUT C PRO. PRODUCE A/B EMPOWERMENT TONES NOW AS THIS COMMAND POSTS TO THIS SITE ON INTERCONNECTED NETWORKING SYSTEM-WWW.BLOGGER.COM, G1133 UNDER G189O AND CG18, CG5555, AND STOP.

STORMS R COMING, NASTY HURRICANES R ON THE WAY, FLOODS, FAMINES, EARTHQUAKES, TWISTERS, WILDFIRES, VOLCANOES, AND DIANA HATES U MISTER RODDER, AND WHEN SHE WANTS U, SHE WILL HAVE U, NO MATTER WHERE UR, NO MATTER HOW FAR. YOUR MEET DON.

I may never B able 2 sleep peacefully again, what the future holds 4 me is bleak, but call me Barnabas and call all of U Doctor Julia Hoffman, because no matter what any and all of U dirt bag pricks do 2 me, B4 they totally get 2 me, I WILL GET 2U. All I want is 2 get far away from here and I’m gonna do it Doc OJ Gannon, with or without Ed Asner’s assistance from ‘70 or about there somewhere Mary T. Moore!!!!!!!!

Google and SWIS, and KSWL of 2300, this nightmare is true, it is documented, and I have hidden evidence that could wipe this planet up like stinky toilet paper, so quit messin’ there Warrior Scout’s!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ten years or 10 yards, makes no difference 2 me Kenny Beards, go eat some ice cream and fudge and give my best to Hannah and her achy breaky pop. Thanks 4 all U did 4 me, and Thanx Paul Prickerson 4 being such a vicious and evil monster, USOB!!!!!!!! This is all © COPYRIGHTED INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY AND THE TRUE LIFE STORY OF MOUNTAINPEN’S LIFE-HELL. That knife in your stomach is my present 2 all enemies making me so miserable, when all I ask of the world is just 2 fucking LEAVE ME THE DAMN SHIT ALONE!!!!!!!!!!!! End Transmission.