Millionth @ MindSay 
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.
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We are now approaching the end of this blog title, it will stop at CB-30 which will also be date and time file XLIII. Remember again that before datfile I, was datfile minus I, -II, -III,-IV, and so forth. I fell under a very bad chem trail siege and attack yesterday, it is not that bad yet today, but will be later on unless it rains. Every time the lunar phasing is in the larger half of its cycle, the chem trails are always worse, with clockwork dependability, I have spoken this over and over, at least where I am working or living or driving, wherever I happen to be so that they can attack me. Every day this week has been super botbar and super off of dials hell for me, with high Milituforce Otammism. These words stand for MILITARY-UFO-FORCE, and ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN. Not only do I have to endure all manner of sieges and attacks, but miserable days and nights at work as well as during all of my times off, there never is a moment of any happiness or relief from this total Dogtown. If I were to have any ten people in the world with me, it matters nothing that they may be, ranging from homeless persons to the wealthy, and we constantly could be in a laboratory taking controlled luck tests, the other nine averaged together verses my scores, would always show my scores trailing and lower than theirs. This can be proven, I know it is true, and I am powerless to make a blind world believe me. If those closest to me will not see and believe, how can I expect this of the strangers of the world whom I do not know?
Every event is a cosmic number. You see it as an isolated simple event, it is not, it is a cosmic type of numeration, with all of the entire cosmic in a perpetual attempt to solve it s own numeric cosmic equation, I call this its NCE. This NCE is why certain truths/realities work as they do, put parochially. If things were isolated, you for example could borrow $3500 and take it to a casino and buy 35 black playing chips valued at $100 each, a randomly place these chips on every number on the layout except for three of them, changing these 3-NOT PLAYED numbers each time, and you would have a 35 out of 38 chance to win $100 every time, and in fact this is what you do have, a 35:38 chance to win this hundred bucks each time, great odds by anyone’s way of looking at it. By doing this at one casino each hour going to ten casinos, you have with each bet, a 35:38 chance to win; hence after this ‘ten casino’, one bet at each method, your take is now a grand. So 5 days a week, here is $5,000.00 of free money for walking around having a blast. Seems real dynacool as they say in the forties, but here is the problem: It won’t work. Every event is in perfect memory and parallel event with every other event, and all though these lines of cosmic equalization force appear indeed to be totally invisible to the human sensory systems, it is very real, and will prevent you from accomplishing this lofty goal. If 5 people all sit down at many different tables, and then all join up at the same table to play, each one will have parallel events that will be directly responsible for bringing certain grouping of number outcomes to pop up, and the interrelationship to this small part of NCE then comes into play with the precision of a fine time piece. This is why if a roulette player for example, goes to hundreds or thousands of different tables, the same thing will happen to her or him that would occur if instead, only one table had been used for this player’s entire life of play, and that is this: Roughly at the end of every 38,000 total spins that the player experienced through interaction at the one or the many tables, basically 1,000 of all of roulette’s 38 numbers will comes out, and this will continue to happen endlessly each and every grouping of 38,000 interacted plays. So, some reading this might say that this cannot be, because it proves that a piece of wood and a little non-magnetic silver ball has some type of memory. WRONG. The memory exists in and only in and throughout the NCE. But naturally, we all know that they simply do not, but the entire cosmos, including you, all other games, all other players, all of these 38 numbers, and all of life throughout all of the fifth dimensional hyperspace, indeed do interact together in some unfathomably complex attempt at solving a cosmic equation. To prove that this is true and real, keep track starting at any time of all of YOUR numbers, or the ones that pop up at any of the wheels that you are standing at and watching or playing. Then after about 1000 outcomes or so, randomly choose a group of say, 4 numbers, such as 5, 12, single zero, and 33. Whenever these 4 numbers pop up, it counts as a hit, and you keep track of how many hits you get, multiply this number amount of hits by the number of 100, and then divide this total product by the amount of your TOTAL SPINS from not just the current game being played, but ALL GAMES, an ALL-GASME-TOTAL-SPIN, and the quotient solution number is then plotted on graph paper, between any sort of numbers that you wish to assign that reflects the movement in a range. The dots will be plotted, so then connect these dots with a marker or pen or pencil, and see how they move up and down within a range, in the long run play of your game, and how there is no effect at all with this, whether in fact you remain forever at one single table, or play at tables all over the world from Vegas to Monte Carlo, to Atlantic City. It is because of this same NCE reality that your odds of 35:38 as discussed by placing a bet on every part of the layout except for missing three numbers chosen randomly, catch up with you to indeed defeat you. Anything that you do, say to keep it much simpler, using 50/50 chance odds, if you do anty two 50/50 chance things, your advanced chance calculated odds are doubled to win or lose on both, such as to win one 50/50 chance, it is indeed a 50/50 chance, but to win a second one that day, as well, is now a 25% or a one in four chance to win, and it is a one in 8 chance to win three of them, and to win all 4 of them is a 1:16 odds chance. Now this can mean standing and making 4 bets back to back all on RED for example, or going game to game table to table, casino t5o casino, at in the gambling day, it is all part of a numeric cosmic equation, or a NCE. A math and stats professor may use entirely different lingo to express to a class of students this very same principle, but a rose is a rose Shakespeare, and this is total truth.
The complexity is an entirely new and added dimension when you come to see the reality that directionality of events is a hyperspace built in balancing factor, and in any long run, is totally a meaningless thing. When I fall under death siege for example, is it the stock market being on a super bullish-up-roll, and the Phillies on a dead losers roll or the Flyers on a huge winning streak, that is causing this to happen, or is it simply that these things happen in a preponderance, and then as a result, the parallel event of the siege then comes to strike me. Is the chicken first, or is it the egg? In truth or infinity, they simply exist together as oneness, but in the dream-downs of space-time continuum mortal worlds, we mortals seem to find no comfort without one being the causer of the other, while that other is that which is affected by this causer. This is the day-and-night humongous forever difference that lies forever between the famous CAUSE AND EFFECT, and PARALLEL EVENT. In PE, there is no certainty which of {A} or {B} events is the causer or which is the effected. The other speaks for itself by its own words, CAE. I’ll never know, but I do know that all day yesterday, as is the case every single time that the stinking rotten FLYERS play a hockey game, the sky attack was totally brutal. Then last night shortly into their garbage game, they hit me with their famous, “Let’s give him another of our many thousands of nasty major cramping/diarrhea attacks”. So I went onto the astral plane with a quick trance and took my airship and bombed out their rink where they practice, sending it and them flying into pieces, and this was right after they had scored the last goal that they were going to score on last night’s game, as after this, the Tampa Bay Lightning Team went onto crush these fil5th-turds 5:3. Hay, add one foot and this is lightning’s height when she appears to me astrally as my beautiful baby blond.
Well, I have learned some things from my ancient pal Gawki Gaukauk. It seems that powers much higher in the MILLIONTH COUNCIL than human counterparts of gods and goddesses residing in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, are behind all of my misery. There is more still to be gotten to the bottom of, and is in the works. Sarah, I am so very sorry that I walked away from you in the year 1970. You have totally messed up your life and became nothing at all like you were when you used to smile at me and call me ‘THAT BOY’. I wish only the best for you. You know deep down inside that you always liked me, and the day I mixed up the perfect storm which occurred I believe on October 31, of 1991, with the day that I enjoyed bodysurfing the big waves on the 30th of September of the tear 2,000, remember we saw each other after just mo0re than 30 years. You were sitting in your large white vehicle and your hubby was driving. We were all waiting for the light to change from red to green at the intersection of Pacific Avenues and North Carolina Avenue, you turned right heading southbound on Pacific, while I crossed and went straight ahead to eventually go left and also southbound on Atlantic until my right turn on MLKB, and out to Route 30 westbound and home to Guthrie Shorts 7 acre multi-million dollar property, that I was renting at the time, before the great STUDIO PARK RECORDS and my rotten partner, caused my life to forever alter for the worse, leading to my third of a million dollar personal bankruptcy. I am so sorry that you no longer are the girl I remember big brown haired Sarah, your brother Frank laughs and thinks this is all ridiculous, I know, Gawki told me this, but we know better. I wish you only the best in your mortal life here on this Earth, some day you will know you are indeed the ALL MIGHTY GODDESS SCYLLA, in a true higher reality, where we always share light and love together in your beautiful city. I will cry like a baby for days, and always love you.
The Millionth Council and Apollo-Lucifer ruined the greatest love that was ever meant to happen on this Earth. Anyone who glorifies this SATAN thing as you all perceive it as, let me tell you now, Dogtown is there, and you are there, even while you live and think you are king of fire, people like Trump and Scummer, and all manner of evil living totally blessed and charmed lives, go ahead and disbelieve, kalpas of interaction and Dogtown are one and the same thing for you, so enjoy your short littlie dream down here in the physicality 9o0f hyperspace, you’ll need to cling to these memories as you suffer beyond words could hope to ever express in that terrible place, astrally not a place, a CONDITION-INTERACTION, that can never be dream-shifted away from.
I voluntarily swear under this oath to be speaking truths, there are no omissions and no additions herein, just absolute truths, as best as I am able to recall and express them on this mortal level as me in this current sequence of dreams as Michael Mountainpen. Under penalty of perjury, this is my sworn oath, use it, anybody, Google, or anyone at any time, I do not fear light and truth as evil does.
GOOGLE AND SWIS AND WORLD LABS OF the 23rd century, and the great Roman-6 or the VOID INFINITY, this is all copyrighted and protected under internet laws regarding intellectual property on blogs, provided these texts, and if the names pertaining to this subject matter includes these: MARK W. MOHR/MICHAEL W. MOUNTAINPEN.
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