Movement Stage 22

I am under another death siege, and have much to t-hell. I am not going 2 take a lot of firkin prisoners, and I typed FRIKIN, not firkin. 4 a long time now, I have believed this is my fault, now I know better, as I am writing about super locked up mysteries and secrets about higher planes and realities, that I don’t think even the ‘knowers’ of the truths of area HANGER # 51, know about in the detail that I do, and so they are writing lots of this through me, first off, obviously many vowels are interchangeable, out there. All the things I have humanly been thinking of as HACKS, since I began this blogging, is coming straight out of the freaking ASTRAL PLANE. Even now the mental plane of the 6th dimension has taken over this machine, this is the worst attack in a long time, they do not want their godsdamn secrets out, and I am going 2 put them out, so try and fooookin’ stop me, just bring it on!!!!!! Giant pussy everywhere, super ground and air hell, and I told Ed that there is no way the web page will work, and sure enough it won’t, and he said that the Geek Squad cannot help, but I respectively disagree. He told me that this would all work, and I knew it would not, as I know what I am fighting, and that U cannot beat a fucking lawtronic motive program. First came the chopper attack around 10 or just after at Mr. Himacane’s place, then more planes, and loud dirt bag motor suckles. This cannot be beaten, and after this week, I am done with all of this, it is Jesus Christ finished, I cannot take any more, you fucking bastards WIN- WIN- WIN!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyone foolish enough to know what I know, and keep banging my godsdamn head on the brick wall, deserves the hell he is getting, ain’t no Miss Chillie doubt about it!!!!!! I have been here forever and will B here forever, and am a damn fool 2 keep worsening my hell, when I could B home watching fucking cable TV, and just relaxing!!!!!!!!

First, there is a place on the astral realms that mortally U could think of and call the gods casino. In this shit hole, is the same type of gaming stuff that is right here on mortal realms, gaming opportunities, only few play dice and roulette any more, etc. Not when bigger and greater and much cooler shit games are there 2 B played. One of the real damn biggies is called LET US FUCK WITH MORTAL MOUNTAINPEN, and bet on how long he can take this, one more day bets, week bets, month bets, quarter annum bets, U get the freaking picture. The whole complete wholly-holy absolute reality is so simple it would bite your ass if you just pulled down your blue jeans. HOW CAN WE KEEP OUR STINKING ROTTEN MINDS AND THOUGHTS OFF THE FACT THAT WE CAN NEVER EVER SHUT OFF, NEVER, NO OBLIVION, NOT EVER, NEVER, do U get it yet, of course not, as in your mortal viewpoint, I am nutcase asshole nobody sick in the head whittle me, and U choose 2 never believe the great truths that I now speak unto U!!!!!!!!!!! The whole hole wholly holy truth/reality, I truly truly verily verily say unto all of Um, as did my 62nd grand-pa long ago back in 4-D. THERE IS NO DAMN NERVANA, IT NEVER STOPS BECAUSE IT NEVER STARTED, EVER, DIG??????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Once in a purply blue ass moon, they find a terrific game and subject 4 their super frigging reality show down here in this Earthly arena, and boy, they have found one helluva good 1 with poor whittle fat ugly me. Do I make a really big deal about nirvana? Yes I do, because I do not ever get it either U sick bastards, so why won’t U stop fucking tormenting and torturing me, I can never have eternal rest either, leave me the shit alone, willya, ya fucking rotten ass hole bastards!!!!!!!!!!!!!Godsdamn it, go to H E L L.

People, animals, weather, and machines, these will always B the 4 main things that the LAWTRONS in their form as the GODS will use on and against innocent victims such as poor me. Lightning in human form as Ross is so right, there really ain’t no stopping it!!!!!!!!!! At least I’ll have the last laugh when I stop this stupid computer shit. Once U stop interacting with them in their silly and vicious game, they lose, but they are always the stronger opponent, so keep fighting, and U can only lose and lose some more.

First, they have a game called virus technology, they hit a watch and make it stop, U buy another one and place it next 2 the broken one, bam, and the new watch goes. Place a tape in a machine, tape is hit, play it, machine is hit, makes a new tape get hit, and then a new machine, and so on and so forth. ETTOS attack is a super cool favorite. U are talking 2 someone about something real important, bang, out of the blue, U suddenly and totally forget what the hell U are talking about, and you don’t have 2 B experiencing menopausal symptoms miss wealthy muscles from the wallbanger show. Name of the law firm, same as Millionth Council, the 2 letters Mariah Carey wrote me in the dream, Martino & Callio, works in either direction, Dorian. The King James translation of Holy Scripture does not agree with your opinion of me as some pervert; I am a resident of Dogtown, outside of the great city of SAHASRE DAL KANWAL. We dogs are outside the 20 mile walls, not freaking pervs. Thou shalt not waste, if Stacey meant 2 say that, she would have said it, the word as Mister Burns puts it so eloquently is KILL. These new biblical translations R pure unadulterated freaking garbage. Ettos omission is one part of the game, but how about those that hear the audible ‘voices’, the transmission part of the great Ettos????? Take your meds, sure, U can block out the Ettos with inhibitor meds that shut the receiving channel off, but you still R being transmitted 2, now and more dangerously through unconscious thought waves. People that are being ‘channeled’ with etossionically, need 2 learn how 2 properly deal with it, and not by shutting it off with medications. Go ahead shrinks, shut off channeled people’s connection circuits, but now the very same operating system is being employed in a more disastrous way. Want 2 learn a really deep dark secret and mystery, cause if U do not, do not read on bwaby-wuv????????? You do not get memories of higher realities and astral knowledge, and memories from your true 5 dimensional-being-ness, and then go on 2 get awareness, U have the reality chronology totally backward my fiends and friends!!!!!!!!!! First U must get the awareness, and really C 2 B true, all that I say, and then, COMES THE MEMORIES, Mr. Bob Dope. When total awareness occurs, then, all the memories flood in of your true reality in 3 dimensions, but in all times and parallel realities in the great hyperspace. Every idea in mortality is in the reverse mode. Every major move in the market is always missed by 60 to 100 percent of the professional traders on the floor of the stock exchange, and the majority opinion is never correct over 49% of the time, usually way less pal!!!!!!!!! If somebody out in cyber land is wondering if I am having one of my famous wonderful days, U guessed it. Once U get the chopper attack, U fucking totally know that U are godsdamn finished. You will all B very sorry. I have information on lots of things and lots of people, that will B finding itself into some interesting places shortly, U’ve all had your damn chance 2 back this off of me. Mr. Ed Himacane wants me 2 start a dialogue with him, sort of an on-line debate, where he challenges something that he does not agree with me on, and then I respond 2 it, sounds good, glad 2. For now, here is some chitchat between me and 2 persons on mortal world, and one from a nice area on the AP, in the great OP.
From a dude MF calls Henry T. Jonesman 2 me: Hay ‘HATER’, ya fat slob. Read all your blogs, your Bible, and Foundation. You are more than a piece of work; you’re a sick piece of shit. If U really know so damn much, then prove it 2 me, & I will personally back your foundation, that is if you are willing 2 B inside of mine. Never U mind who I am 4 right now. OK, so U accurately called the market, and the Philadelphia Phillies, but what is with GOD DOG Philadelphia Flyers. I don’t know which is getting a worse ass kicking, them or your stupid winning prediction, ya dumb ass hole. Also, tell me genius, where R all your magical hurricanes? They poofed out, the entire hurricane season went the way of disco, you silly freak. Speaking of which, don’t tell me that is not a high tek trick you pulled, go walk on water butt head. Finally, mush brain, ‘OUR’ foundation, the ----- ----- ----- -------- ----- ----, always has known that only females have babies, and hence only they can ever really B the true creative force behind the universe, and thus we believe in the goddess. She indeed is the great creative force. But, the arrogance of U saying that the entire whole world is a sum product of U, and is all here because this goddess, in some up stairs ‘place’, was thinking of U, and that is how this all came 2 B, Lordy-man, U could keep the study of psychiatry going and busy for a century or more ya dumb jerk. They will still B examining your nutty shit in the 29th century man! But, unfortunately 4 U, this will still not keep that fried waste land that U call a brain, from ever having chance number one from working right.

Hay, Jonesman: Your candor and honesty is a refreshing change from some of the wimpy git bags I have been dealing friggin’ with for a long time. Hell, if we all agreed with each other on things, crissake, how boring don’t U think? But let me now attempt 2 respond 2 your queries that U have posted 2 me here: First, Bob Clark, of the Flyers, no more there, was and is a major enemy of mine, and he tried running me off the road on 4th and Preston in Voorhees, NJ, USA, many a time in the years of 1980 through 1982. He has been canned now, and the entire equation that I have ranted on about in my blogging for a year now, is a moot point. But, as long as he was a part of them, their winning games, caused a major parallel event in my life to occur, that was absolutely disastrous. Now, just 4 further spite, this ‘hater’ is praying to the gods, that they win this seasons’ Stanley Cup Championship. Would it not B a real kick-ass for Bobby Fart???? Yes friend, whomever U R, it may very well appear 2 you that I am as U call it, a HATER. Walk 5 inches in my mocks bra, & C how much love U can keep for people in general. As 4 my ‘magical’ hurricanes, no magic at all, it is a technology, and is called electronically amplified metaphysical tek, or EAM TEK, in the 23rd century, and is highly illegal there, punishable by death. Hacking into my system caused the overload and burn out of my magnetic sound machine or MAGNESONIC. All shit is hack able, and in ways U my pea-brain friend, could not conceive of. All of life as it appears to you mortally can be manipulated, and hacked. It is done by methodologies that you are simply not ready 2 try 2 grasp presently. UPSTAIRS????? I never said that word; I did say [UPLINE]. Picture an ice cube and C it in 3 dimensions. Now mentally remove it from the freezer, and it will melt away. As it does, it may lose parts of its 3 dimensions, but gains it back equally in the fourth dimension. It is this 4th dimension that eats away at its other 3, and not the warmth of the room, this is an illusion. Remove the 4th dimension, and U can walk into the sun, and not burn up, nor feel any heat at all, vibration temperature, velocity, and mass have inter changeable equative interchangabilities. Further, to try and get into the hyperspace effect in the 5th dimension, you are just not yet there palsy, so forget it urine mind. So how then I start 2 answer U and begin to attempt to show to you, one particular reality that lies above the 5th dimension, called the MIND DIMENSION OR MENTAL PLANE????? Yes, a mind dimension where a teen aged girl and myself, both live, in a real and regular world such as ours right here and now, and totally mirror-imaged to this one. Simply put, she grew up and one particular day was thinking back of her days as a child where we saw each other while I was vacationing with my mom at a place called the Trinidad Motel. This thought wave, as these waves are not even starting 2 B understood in AD 2006, literally down-lines, creates, whatever U wish 2 call it, an entire 5 dimensional system of nearly un-limited multiverses, emanating from the words multiple songs, as opposed to the “single verse”, or song, in the word UNIVERSE. Her thought-wave, literally and actually IS, all of this multiverses, believe it or not. Her thought as she thought of us back as a kid, is this entire 5th dimension below it, or better said perhaps, this 5-D hyperspace is as one with her thought, as her thought is IT. We likewise, all our thought waves are automatically sent ‘down line’ so to speak. This endless up has no origin, and the endless downs have no limits, yet the two ends do indeed loop together on the MIND DIMENSION ITSELF, OR THE SIXTH [6] DIMENSION. All ends that go endlessly out in 2 directions of any line and plane, carry a weight eventually due to lawtronically created things called gravitrons, bending the reality of it all down on each side with precise force to loop-lock the ends around and together. Glad 2 C that U are aware that males indeed do not give birth and life to creation. But gender is an illusion, and my thought waves create endlessly down-lining 5-D hyperspaces just as yours do, and we are males. Mortal logic is limited and totally flawed, and U call me MUSH BRAIN, what a piece of Shakespearian work U R. But you are heading down the right path at turtle speed, so B perseverant and tenacious my fiend. Come and C me in about 300 years palsy. Oh, and keep your foundation, and the best of luck 2 U. I do not need your money, any more than I need giant Kate’s $$$. Bye- Bye. MOUNTAINPEN-------------


Hay there Mister Stuck Up:
If you’re 4 real about your photo, how come U look exactly like when I saw U on the beach back in 1998? U look exactly the same, just like when me and my friend saw you on the beach at the Hilton Hotel. Yea, it is me, Sharon, with the long black hair, six one and slender. U only hurt yourself when U like acted ignorant over and over with me and my girlfriend those August days back then. We’d’ve shown U a time that U would not soon have forgotten. Are U cursed or something, the blond girl I was with is studying at Seminary, and thinks U might B the guy that hit Jesus while you were interrogating him. She says God cursed him to walk the Earth forever till Judgment Day. Hope U R cursed for how U treated up. Suffer a thousand years, C if we care. I am going to Heaven some day. S h a r o n----------

Hay there Sharon:
Never thought I would ever get a message like this. Baby, you all ready R in heaven. Enjoy it and your dream-down life here as well. Nice 2 hear your friend is studying 4 the ministry, best of luck 2 her. No, I am not the gate keeper on Roman Empire record as Cartivillos. I am old, but not that old, not as me the way U think of me. Back in good’ol ’98, what were you guys, 17, 18, or 19??? Sorry, I just have nothing in common with children. Best of luck with your life. Bye.

These messages my Morians were delivered 2 me in ways I will not presently attempt to describe 2 U. Back to interchangeable vowels, and other crazy astral plane realities, first, out there, as U would think of it as, when Z’s or S’s come in a word between the letters A and T, such as in astral, one of 3 realities are all the same, THERE. The S is in the word, a Z is in the word, or it is simply spelled with neither letter, ATRAL, and also, when a T is in between S or Z, and R or D, the T in the word may or may not exist in the word. Ratio or Bation or retion or ration, are all the same word, and if they are not, why does this machine and all machines, all over the mortal world, when I try to talk about the ASTRAL WORLDS, do this, and this time, COCK SUCKING ENTITIES, I watched it happen, HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!! There is much more 2 tell rapies and germs, but 4 now, I am worn out and way 2 freaking tired 2 fight these flock ducking runt slapping diarrhea sniffers any more today. Think U can kill me, go ahead & try. Better slobs than you astral entities have killed me a trillion times, and I would do anything 2 reach oblivion, ANYTHING, mister Wallbanger!!!!!!!!!!

Now let me tell U something never before that occurred while blogging. It is not the same day, and this is today, or starting with this paragraph, this is yesterday’s blogs’ tomorrow. I am under the fucking worst MILITUFORCE DEATH SIEGE OF MY LIFE. If anything happens to me as MOUNTAINPEN, my murderers are the AC, NJ mayor, the Callio and Martino family, and Summer and Trump, and Clark, still in the picture old pal, CIA, NSA, BFA, all covert death squads and agencies of our lovely federal government. Part of what I needed 2 blog yesterday, was somehow all hacked out, the 3rd conversation from the astral world. Notice that the 2 mortal realm chats were not knocked off the system. Before I tell U all of the astral conversation, the KEM TRAILING IS SUPER BAD, they are violating my civil and human rights as a legally born US citizen, waking me up with a vicious sore throat from these poisonous fucking jet trails. Last night, after blogging that all I will soon B doing is relaxing at home, watching cable television, and just past 1 AM this morning, the cock suckers somehow broke my large screen TV. Friday, 4 the first time in forever, their dirt ball market dropped down, so now its time to persecute me with vicious property damage assaults, and sure enough they destroyed my godsdamn TV set. Choppers and planes and trails are all over, physical body attacks that the Crazy Intelligent Aliens – [CIA], is known 4 doing by all conspiracy theory groups, speaking of which, I have a top ten clubs list, and am sending them via E-mail, my blogging information, and requests to join all of them, as some safety always exists 2 some degree in numbers. I disconnected my cable, and am telling COMCAST to play Popsicles with my joystick, just using regular store bought TV antenna, and will live with less than perfect picture quality. I know the great Comcast did this 2 me last night, and am sending a complaint letter 2 the Board of Public Utilities. I have a spare TV in an unused bedroom, starting tonight, this will B used, until I take the other one to a lab I know about, and plan 2 get to the precise bottom of exactly what signal was put through the line, to wreck my set. In ’97, they sent a signal in, and I woke up to my fucking television on FIRE, and if I lie and or am making up any of this, and U can prove that in court, I submit to full perjury charges, as under voluntary oath, I hereby now affirm and totally swear that all things said on this blog, dated and witnessed by GOOGLE and PYRE LABS, is the truth, the whole truth, and absolutely nothing but the truth, so help me all of the gods recognized by mortal man, in his absurdity. Now 4 the astral conversation that was meant to be blogged yesterday afternoon. First, I know why it was gapped out, Mary-Lou, my very favorite VIQUEEN, is warning me, that if I keep posting things that appear the next day 4 the first time on national TV, that in some way or another could B closely linked 2 subject matter in my blogs, the BLACK FILE AGENCIES have a black letter law, to kill anyone suspected of being able to do any miraculous thing that could endanger NATIONAL SECURITY in any way, such as TIME TRAVEL. I assure all of U reading this, legally or illegally, watching me through the computer as I type in real time, that I do not alter in any way, what U consider 2 B, TIME. Neither do I travel through it, nor recognize its reality in your absolutism regarding it. If I wanted 2 mess up your damn world, I wouldn’t play with time, this is just 6th dimensional gods-games from the mental plane. Mary-Lou is always worrying about me, but there really is nothing that she can do. If she was here the way that she really is, the giant queen of the sand bar, she would do some serious ass kicking of my turd eating enemies. Here is what should have been blogged back yesterday afternoon:
To Duke Ricktafarius of the great Ricktown Manor: 2 bad that we here in Traneeshachriss Circles, cannot inter-dream with U, and help U out, with your nightmarish interaction dreaming U R Mountainpen, and attempting to create your MORIANITY-FOUNDATION. Hang in there Mr. Rick, and we R behind U all the way with your endless turmoil and fights with those awful and rotten BRIGGERS.
To my great old pals from the Tee-Circles:
Thank U so very much 4 all of your very kind thoughts. Yes, my wonderful brethren of Traneeshachriss way down woust by the Sunnnerbeee Parks. Very lovely area, I was there with the Great Diana, a few million kalpago. As for helping me, it is possible 2 do, and I make U the same offer I have made 2 others regarding this. By enrolling at the Great Teck School at the Great Teckbay up in the nestern province, by the capitol city, and in exchange 4 the favor offer, I can assist U on the tuition price. Just tell the entrance Elders 2 get both {DINEZ}-Anatollo, and Gurussor Reedamyer Pannmingtacleese, and that U are there in exchange for this reciprocal deal with me. They will admit up to three, from your township, for accumulation of one degree. The school’s DT, degree-time, is the norm of 50 ceecee’s, and they will bill the Ricktown Manor Estate for customary 80%. Your total cost will B just half a Glory for a package, 3-bunch-one degree. Upon being degreed, you will be shown exactly how 2 enter into my dream world how 2 come in here as a wealthy family heir, and whom will B destined 2 one day in 2007 or roughly this time by mortal time, simply run into the head Morian of the MORIANITY-FOUNDATION, MORTAL WORLD ADDRESS ON THEIR SYSTEM OF COMMUNICATION IN PRESENT TIME OF MOUNTAINPEN IS, www.morianity-foundation.com. This is all you will need 2 remember, and you will B Ettos-fixed to retain a subliminal memory when the time is right. All the rest and much more, will all become quite clear 2 U, when the time is right. Good luck, and thanx again 4 all of your support. Morianity Foundation will most likely need to B fully phase-2 chaptered, before MC will allow it to catch on here on the mortal worlds. This is just as the LAMBRIGS did it; guess so must we as well. Take care, Ricktafarius.

Now a short message to the crew of the yuk-yuk-yuk it up club that thinks shit is funny that is not. We all have put together who and what U R. It has been reported. College is tough enough 2 get into, they do not accept those with criminal records, so back off, as I will not bat an eyelash in pressing charges.
Now, for a bit of hyperlink information, as obviously the answer is the question got canned off the blogger, so try typing on this: http://mark-m.blogspot.com/ and also on this: http://myspace.blog/antilamist and since the computer screen is going blue as I put in these site addressed, they must be active and usable.

Do your Ron worst Wirts, ya evil sick twisted bastards, Ed Himacane will B starting our Himacane-Mountainpen Point/Counter-point show on line soon, and in an hour, we’ll B on your great mortal realm street big Sarah, taking website pix, and other pix all over town, AC, NJ. Screw U dirt bag milituforcers and otammites, not even worth capitalizing your names.
Bye-Bye for right now, my luscious big brown eyed COW-LLIO. Soon, I will tell U what your hubby did at the Blue Parrot club in 1999, when I took my cokehead, non super, X-girlfriend there for a late night drink, and Mr. Martino/Krassle made us suffer through that horrific harmonica concert that he gave, peeee—uuuuuuu and ear ache city X10 to the ninth.