Chapter 18 Confused Order Of MB Chapters, Explained

Friday, June 02, 2006 Chapter 18 Confused Order Of MB Chapters, Explained

Good morning to the worlds of HS, the 6th-D thought, and to my old pals
and chums, THE LAWTRONS from dimension seven. I will start by saying
that my knowledge of comp. & internet, and all these things like blogs,
is improving, but I have a long way to go. Even in this sequence of
dreams, I confess to being closer to a centurian than a new born-babe,
so let me plug along & keep doing all I can. Chapters are as follows:
SIMPLY PUT, THEY ARE IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER, AND DATES ARE ALL POSTED,
BOTH ON BLOG PAGE, AND PRINT OUT SHEETS, SO READ THE DATE, AND THE
EARLIEST DATE IS CHAPTER ONE. Then, the next date later, duh, is ch. 2,
and so on and so forth. All the sub-title names of the chapters are
still recognized, but somehow, when I started this blog, I ended up with
3 seperate parts to MB, quite by accident, so sorry my readers, and
please remember, that it is organized in DATE-ORDER, and if things are
not perfectly connected even still, remember that this is not an
ordinary writing, book, biography, or what have you. Now that is
permanently out of the way, shall we move on in MB [M O R I A N I T Y B
I B L E].

I told you one example of literally 10's of thousands like it, when mr.
A.B. of the phone company in autumn of '87, told me "you're being messed
with". This man went on to become an executive in the phone company, for
later denying to people that he ever said that. I know, because when I
tried, year after year, during other times of major phone siege, to use
this to bring creability to my charges against the-gods know who that
were doing this miserable shit to me, everyone involved would not let me
take this evidence beyond my verbal accusation that this indeed did
happen to me, and that I indeed was told this in all seriousness, by the
man who back in 1987, was a lineman-foreman. These are how many in the
business world move up, not that everything is no good and crooked, I
can only tell u that whan I'm involved, and try to tell and secure help,
u don't seriously think that they're gonna let heads roll, for poor
little nobody me, do-ya?
What I did not tell my loyal morians yet, is a night in late summertime
in 1986, at the GOLDEN NUGGET HOTEL CASINO, IN GOOD OL' A T L A N T I C
C I T Y, NJ: I just left the casino after kicking some but using
PARALLEL-EVENT TEK, APPLIED TO ROULETTE, THE GAME OF APPOLOLUCIFER BY
THE WAY, went to start my car and nothing, dead as jacob marley's famous
doorbell, mister dickens. I walked to the boardwalk, and placed a call
to tripple A automobile club, from a payphone on the boards, this was
the caveman-pre-cell days, the-gods, how I lovedem, and missem. I was
told that within an houe, the auto club truck would arrive to get me
towed or jump-started, whatever the case may need do be. An hour passed,
and then, nearly 2 hours. So back up to the boards from the casino
outside parking lot, I trudged for a second time, and again, made
another call to tripple-A auto. The guy said to me after I gave my name
and what my trouble was, "why are you playing games with us, Mr.
Mountainpen, you called us pracically right back after your first call
to us, and said that u were able to get your vehicle running, and not to
bother coming out". I of course DID NO SUCH FREAKING THING, BUT THE
GOLDEN CRUDGET THOUGHT THIS WAS REAL FUNNY TO DO TO ME, SLIMY
RAT-BADTARDS. HA-HA-HA-HA, AREN'T WE SO GROWN UP & MATURE. Think that's
bad and sick? My doctor passed away from cancer late in'99, and no one
ever informed me. I had been his patient, DOCTOR FRANK ADDIEGO, on park
avenue in haddon township new jersey, since I was a lad of ten years,
the time that I FIRST MET THE ALL MIGHTY ssjkk IN HER HUMANWORLD
FORMOUT. nONE OF MY MEDICAL RECORDS WERE PROPERLY SENT TO ANYONE, NO
REFEREALS, NOR WAS I EVER CONTACTED REGARDING HIS PASSING [waking up out
to his astral reality]. The medication I had been taking since 1983 to
ease the chocking in my throat and glands, caused by a [GENE RODDENBURY
PUNISHMENT COLLAR], left me able to barely breathe, and hardly swallow
or eat or drink, I was a very sick dude, and eventually died from this
horiffic attack of pure ANGELIQUE DUBOIS WITCHCRAFT, for those old enogh
to be fans of the afternoon soap show, DARK SHADOWS, NICE INNITIALS
DONNA, anyway, barnabas collins was attacked in the same manner, his
witch was angie, mine was sarah. Am I daring to call the allmighty a
witch, DAMN RIGHT, WHEN THE SHOE FITS BABYLOVE, WEAR IT WITH HIOT
VOLTAGE ZAPPING THROUGH IT. tHE ATAVAN WAS BEING TAKEN SO i COULD LIVE
AND EAT AND BRATHE, AND WITHOUT IT i die a viscius and painful death.
One day when I went to refill the script, I learned FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK you
buddy, DIE. I was cut off cold friggin turkey in the late spring of
2000, shortly after they murdered my mother, already in a very
vulnerable position, and these rat skuz licking dushwods did this to me,
after murdering my mother, another UNKNOWN MED-CONDITION. Both JEFF IN
PENNSYLVANIA, AND KENNEDY, IN JERSY, neither horse-pistol could ever get
to the bottom of my chocking glandular disorder, nor what killed my
mother slowly over a lingering hellish 27 month period, all the medical
experts were stimied, BUT I FRIKIN KNEW, SUPERNATURAL POWER. hOW DO i
KNOW IT IS REAL, COME TO THE BEACH WITH ME AND I WILL GO AND WORK UP TO
200 KNOTS IF U DON'T BELIEVE ME, EVER SEE A HUMAN BEING GO FROM MARGATE
TO BRIGANTINE IN A COUPLE OF MINUTES, I'VE FUDGEN DONE IT, SO HELP ME
THE GODS, AND MY SKIN WAS BURNED SO BAD THAT MORNING IN '97, I NEVER
AGAIN WENT MORE THAN A GOOD SWIMMER CAN SWIM, BUT i PROBABLY IN A
PROTECTIVE SUIT, COULD REACH SPEEDS THAT EVEN I DO NOT DARE DWELL ON. IF
I BE LYING, MAY I NEVER REACH OBLIVION AND KNOW ETERNAL PEACE AND REST.
Then their were ten or more staged car axes, I'll quickly discuss 2
ofem. Driving in sicklerville, a guy in a license plate that read 666
and I won't give out the letters for my personal safety, back in 1995,
about the time I was beginning, what is now referred to by me as
MORIANITY BIBLE, THE OLD TESTAMENT, anyway, it was a set up. He somehow
manuvered me to strike a dude in front of him. I couldn"t see the plot
since both shitheads were in on it, At the same split second and for no
good reason, the car 2 ahead slams his breaks to the metal, while the
666 prick between us veered instantly right onto a large side street
that could handle a quick 35 mile an hour turn, and even though I do not
ever talegate, I still could not totally stop in time, and ended up
hitting, from behind as you lose everytime from a rear slam, and the 666
dude vanished down a side road that had an exit. Meanwhile, even with no
air bag pop, just a small hit, the guy and gal, and 3 children, a huge
set up, all claimed injury whiplash, and took my insurance company for
50 or more grand, and my rates went sky high for doing nothing wrong,
and my new saturn junker, was now a total junker. Lost MY FREGGIN ASS ON
THAT AX. But it gets better, friends, as; back the prvious summer in
'94, I am driving the two singe lane road that runs from hammonton,nj,
kessler horse-pistol [hospital], into route 9, the twisty curvy road of
the starburst holy spirit witchcraft highschool, where my big super
sarah and her ACPD brother frank, attended. Anywho, a mexican-american
dude for no reason comes into my lane and hits me head on, a few miles
shy of the horse-pistol. Neighbors witnessed the ax. Totally obviously
not my fault, but along comes a hammonton,nj, mexican american constaple
on patrol, and guess who got a ticket and was chargable in the ax?
Prudential insurance never talked to my witnesses, never fought for me
at all, called me a crook on many occasions, treated me like total
frikin shit, and made me pay through the roof for insurance, upping the
preems, and left me with a broken car. When I scream and cry to a
congressman, I am run around and basicly all-out
FFFUUUCCCKKKEEEDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Herman Rhoule, inventor of roulette, was a trappis monk from the 16th
century, a very good friend of mine, who commited suicide after 32 years
of trying to defeat his own game, after inventing it. Appololucifer,
gave him this game through the mental channel, E T T O S. Ettosian
technologhy is not really just THOUGHT TRANSMISSION AND OMMISSION, BUT
ALL MENTAL PROCESSES, EMOTION, MEMORIES, THOUGHTS, ETC. What man calls
by disease names, both for body and brain, is done by super micronic
micro-robotics, germs viruses, many things, that are under the total
control of APPOLOLUCIFER, HIS FULL NAME REDUCED TO LETTER ORDER IN
BIBLICAL DAYS GIVING ME A NAME-NUMBER OF sSIX-HUNDRED-SIXTY-SIX, EXAMPLE
MY NAME NUMBER IF I WAS BORN TOM JOE PENN, is the total of all the
letters in this way: A is the first letter, a 1. B is the second letter,
a 2. Y is the 25th letter, a 25, and so on. Every letter in your name is
totalled up and this is your NAME-NUMBER. Roulette has a 0 and a double
0, and numbers 1,2,3,4, on up to 36. Addem all up, go ahead, and
wheeeeee, 6 6 6.

Ettos, was used against SSJKK in her human form, when I ignored her in
her city on the human world in the19 sixties. Other gods and goddesses,
took her true astral realm love for me [THAT-BOY], and transmitted hate
emotions, after removing and omitting her love emotions. Go ahead, human
race, be darkagers forever, and c if I care: I'm tellinya that all our
thoughts, emotions, memories, all of it, are these gods, living through
our physicallity, and producing an illusion to us, that our dreams in
this dreamwords are so damn tangible and caporial. Scientists will admit
that we are all, and I mean earth itself, the moon, the stare, all of
it, just a bunch of tiny subatomic and seperate little particles that
are held and forced togethwer by gravitronic forces, still far beyond
our grasp and fathomability.

Another fastenating thing that occured just when I started searching for
the great SSJKK, in my adult life, that many people whom knew me at the
time were telling me was all part of a so-called 'MID-LIFE CRISES',
wasbefore even learning that she worked for the waterworks in ACNJ,
WWW.ACMUA.COM , ONE OF HER BEST FRIENDS, A GIANT
BEAUTY QUEEN NAMED PAULA KING, had a father whom lived in the big green
and white circular building near the inlet's large long stone fishin and
beach saving jeddy. He also owned many parking lots, and was connected,
wiseguy style not known, but with the jersey dangerous casinos. Upon
parking one day in HIS LOT, he came up to me and demanded to know what
my itinery was, was I going to the casino or to the beach? Shocked and
off-guard from this action, as he had no right to walk into my face, a
paying customer, and demand to know where a person over the age of 21
majority, was going to go, and what he was going to do, I looked right
back in a smerking way at this big strong dude, and kept asking him in
the nicest way possible, Y H E C A R E D SO DAGAN MUCH what I was going
to do, christ [62nd granddaddy[, this was't 9/11/01 yet. But his
insistance did not freakin' back down, I should have thrown a five
dollar bill in his face, got back in my old jalopy, and booked, but
instead, I said that "probably I'll be doing both, but how can I be
sure? Finally he sain," listen to me,ok, ok, the ocean's polluted, so if
u go in to swim, there is a hose near the lifeguard stands or towers, or
they can show u where to go, but I want u to hose off before u come back
to your car, ok? I just kekt starring at this wierd asshole, and he
repeated again, OK, OK, Everything he would say was followed by this
rote parrern of OK ? OK? Finally, I half looked away and said. "whatever
u say pal". Now he starts following me a ways, still on his lot and
property, and he reminded me the ocean is dirty. "use the hose, like I
tell u now, OK? OK? I turned around, starred him down and with an extra
deep and authoritive voice, I replied, OK! Then I turned and walked
away, as the great D.S. would say, leaving him half mumbling some kind
of trash. I did swim, and the water, as always was a bit dirty, the
ocean around these paets is, get with it old fool. Nobody I ever met
died from a swim in the sea unless they couldn't get back to shore, NOT
EXACTLY MY PROBLEM. I dried off, never looked for a hose, put my clothes
back on, and returned to JOHN KING'S PARKING LOT, appearing exactly as I
did when I first exited my vehicle. Y he would care about any of this
had me totally stiemied, it's straight out of, well my whole life is, a
JAMES PATTERSON NOVEL, for crissake, what is with this WATER thing? I
did not yet know that Sarah, my Sarah from years ago, was THE WATER
GODDESS, THE GREAT ELDEST DAUGHTER OF JUPITER, who transmitted her
lightnings through the vacumn of more than 500 million miles of empty
space-vacumn, to our sleeping little world, and woke up our seas and
skies, after first creating all the other stars and worlds and our own
sun. Her cousin DIANA ARTEEMUS, THE LIGHNING GODDESS OF EATH, ZEUS'S
ELDEST DAUGHTER, and the great SSJKK, herself, mutually combined forces
to bring life to this world we now think we are living on, it is all
really as elaborate ENERGY-DREAM.

Notice how the EVIL EMPIRE IS GETTING THEIR WAY AGAIN WITH DOW GOING UP
AND PHILLIES GETTING BURNED? I have taken lots of their shit, and I am
tired of it. They murdered my best friend, DAVID ROTH, my mother,
david's mother, and me, over and over, but I do not stay dead, so fukem.
I just hope some people don't c my blog as a glorified pitty party and a
haters and complainers list of and against life, for this is simply N O
T S O. Trechary and evil beyond normal mans mind to c and accept the
existance of it, is being done to me, I am not doing things to evil PURE
EVIL IS FUCKING WITH ME, MY MORIANS, PURE FRIGGIN EVIL, BECAUSE OF WHO
AND WHAT I AM, BASICLY MY FAMILY LINE. SCREW RONNIE HOWARD AND DONALD
BROWN, FORGET THE MADE UP STUFF, JESE HAD BROTHERS AND SISTERS, AND THIS
IS DOCUMENTED. SI IS THE FACT THAT HIS ELDEST BROTHER HAD TWO SONS, AND
THE YOUNGER OF THEM [RICTAFARIUS], WAS A GOOD FRIEND OF DIAN ARTEEMUS ON
THE HUMANWORLD PLANE, AND FROM THIS LINE, DOWN ALL THE WAY TO THE QUEEN
OF SCOTLAND, THE GREAT MARY, MY UNCLE STU WAS NAMED AFTER, AND I AM A
DIRECT DESCENDANT OF JESUS, U BET SATAN HATES MY EFEN GUTS, NOT FOR WHO
I AM, BUT FOR WHO HE WAS.

Now, if anyone wants to really be a millionaire, not the TV crap, open
an on-line account, and tell your broker that all u will be doing is
SHORTING DOW FUTURE CONTRACTS. Now every single day that u want to make
a day trade and win 4 out of 5 trades by selling short to cash in on a
falling market, here is how u need to work the parallel event: Short
trade at the open, go on 20 or 30 randomly selected AOL or other chat
rooms, many non-AOL's u need to join and fill out lots of E-forms, but
do it, Every ten minutes type in for people to read the morianity bible,
and bive my bog addresses, all 3 that appear in the varying sheets at
the bottom, answer is the qyuestion, drunken russel and burned beach
book. Hit your repeat and it will retype it again and again every ten or
15 min. whatever, this is not exact rocket science, but PARALLEL EVENT
TEK is an exact science. You can DOUBLE YOUR NET WORTH EVERY SINGLE WEEK
AND GO FROM A 1000 DOLLAR/TOWER ON LINE BROKERAGE ACCOUNT TO MANY
MILLIONS IN A SHORT YEAR. iF EVERY ONE GETS ON MY BAND WAGON, LOTS OF
WEALTH WILL BE MADE, AND LOTS OF DESERVED JUSTICE WILL FINALLY BE MINE.
Don't laugh, why not tryit, if you have lots of bread to bake, then what
is risking a lousy grand or so, and then you'll c, that little dushball
mountainpen, sheeeeit, he was right all along, that fat little sonuvabitch