SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0330
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“TWO STRAIGHT WEEKS OF CHEMTRAIL SIEGE, U-TB”
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MARK WAYNE MOHR/MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN
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taken by me, the writer of these blogs. All statements
and words are totally the absolute truth, with no omissions or additions whatsoever in any way.
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For two straight weeks now, my area and FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY-WAY-GALAXY, (FPFLUSAESMWG), HAS EXPERIENCED A MAJOR JET FUME OINSONOUS GAS ATTACK ON THIS ENTUIRE AREA. Basically, Fort Pierce, Florida is approximately a fifty square mile area that is just about a perfect land square. It began on Saturday, this Saturday being the two week fucking anniversary of this horrendous nightmare, one of which I have seen nothing like here ever, close but this totally takes all of the mother fucking ass cakes, so believe that peeps, YO. Planes are also quite loud and flying, not the large typical passenger planes, but many smaller private types such as big money peeps with their corporate twin engine Piper and Cessna types, as well as even larger private model types, and to put it extremely politely, little baby eels and all from the start of the eighties; the sky siege around me is off all scales and all dials, it is as though some gigantic thing is being planned by the Bohemian Club bastards, or the Masons, or some powerful world owning and dominating global all mighty power made up of tremendously covert secret societies, and it is along biblical lines, and then there is the year number, huh Mister Nostradamus? Let me assure you of two mother fucking big ass things folks, right here and right now, tapped out or not!!!!!!!!!!!! The world will not end late this December, any more than it was supposed to according to the mighty Doctor Initialed Huntington Curse from KALIFORNIA, Tahren Gandhi, back in either 2011's May 21 or its October 21, pathetic, totally pathetic, all this doomsday crap, I have had to endure this fucking pathetic shit since the beginning of human kind history on this measly and puny planet. I am not sure if I'm more sick of hearing these prophecies of BULLSHIT, or the persecution and endless harassment that I receive from the gods of the air and the sky, as is mentioned powerfully in biblical and scriptural accounts, and IS REAL, because I am living in this hell, and have been since August of 1986, I KNOW JUST HOW FUCKING TRUE THIS ALL REALLY IS. Yes peeps of Planet Earth, I do know what IS-REAL, symbolism and fucking all, DUH!!!!!!!!!!!! So let us all now talk for a while about what really IS-REAL, because the great and All Mighty SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, is indeed very involved or so it seems with all of us in this tremendous game of HERS called creation, and what has followed after that.
First, the only way to properly move this along despite no one knowing what I am talking about in the smallest way except perhaps for a dozen minds such as Steven Hawking, and the late Sagan and Einstein. All of everything that is being kept secret and hushed up, has to do with a term that I gave to the internet blog world back as the past decade of this century was closing out, EXPLORATRONICS, and dared to make mention of the ES, or the Exploratronic-supermind, sort of a group of several groups of connected up folks, but not as in secret societies and orders or any type of clubs existing totally online, mechanically and electronically, through and by way of the internet; but through taking the information mentioned in the works of the great father of the New Age itself or so recognized as this by many persons, Carlos Castaneda, to a level that is fully and nearly inconceivably, quantum jumps ahead of what you will find in these great books, because his “DREAM-GROUPS” operate in a mind set of three-dimensional reality, when what they are doing by its very nature is totally 5th-dimensional, see how amazing the power of human world waking brain illusion is and how it controls us all to the point where as close as we ever appear to come to something gargantuan, we then tend for whatever reasons, to take a few giant steps backward and nullify the entire power that is behind the goal.
Last night my body was asleep in bed, while I was exploring hyperspace. No big deal, you also were doing this, but the awareness to the truth about all of this is what separates the many times told story by me, the gold hidden in the home attic hypothetical example, I mean really, if you do not know something, it is pointless. If you go your entire life without doing something or saying something or knowing something, verses the opposite, this is just about the greatest and most powerful diametrically opposed maximum hyperspace-effect, that is possible in the entire fifth dimension.
Enemies want powerful secrets out, so I will just open up this can of worms that has their names on their funerals all over them, the tiniest little bit today, we can always do a James Rockford and slowly peel the can back farther and farther and watch those worms just start to really ooze out later on, but for now, let me start to mortally would this fucking twisted diseased WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE and its wonderful god of their, Mister Anton Levee, SATAN, or APOLLO-LUCIFER, or Florida Lottery Controller of the recent HA-HA-HA days, sheeeeeeeeeeit, I am so totally fucking onto you, twin BRO of Diana. You are a total loser Lenny McKannon, you mop swinging ding dong. In similar ways, you remind me of a dude who I saw on television just last night on the show called, “America's Most Wanted”, and you know I don't watch talent shows and despise the entertainment world. No, this is something pertaining to criminal justice, oh you loser, just like that other loser, but you're both totally fucking ass dangerous, and I have my dam eyes out for you, BOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This will not be long, as I said, I am opening this shit up a crack at a time, and this blog of today is the part where you hear the hermetic seal sound being popped, and I can get off thinking about that gorgeous girl from Sweden, with long lovely yellow hair, twenty-one years of age, with ten times my physical strength, that day in Haddonfield, New Jersey; in March of nineteen-seventy, in the art room at school. Oh the gods of woods Test Pressings be dammed in the lake of fucking fire, Donna Adrian Gaines, or so says your still existing “white boy”, huh? Oh well, another laugh for the united States W13DC © Office, sheeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!
Obviously, nobody in the entire Washcloth Family, and with many symbolic things all notwithstanding here; has any supernatural ability. But pumping this all up into the 5th dimension, another Sarah-Stacey Krassle, or really, another part of her larger-dimensional true self in the Physical Plane counterpart waking worlds; obviously has done similar things in this parallel universe, and has taught a lot of us, in varying ways, these huge exploratronic methods and secrets of the ages, known only by perhaps the smallest number of wizards and sorcerers of all of 5th dimensional history. In the universe that I'm typing this blog and appear to be awake in right now, she used a person to appear at an office one day where my mother was working, going by the name of Patricia Hollister. This girl made sure that a series of events would then go onto transpire over several years, so that no one could possibly get their suspicions up of anything being planned over great periods of time and distance; and before she eventually faded away and left the office to marry a look-alike man or total twin to a dude that she had fallen in love with from an office, over in a twin building in Philadelphia, all of these things being unfathomably powerful clues to hyperspace effects, such as names of schools and dreams for no reason about them, and on and on I could go, but yes folks, all of this is proof of CONTROLLED HYPERSPACE ACTIVITY AND EFFECT. Now let me take this one step further before closing out for this day of hell and death fucking siege. The original all powerful controller of the Wildwood Press folded up, the flashing strobing light, the hotel phone-clock-heater in Boston, my high school in 1968 right before the time I left there to attend the school in Haddonfield, all of the incredible exploratronic things done by anyone such as Paula King, Robert McGuire, all the shit being covered up in Atlantic city all of these years, and on and on and on I could go literally virtually forever peeps; this is all because in one of the 5th dimensional parts of SSJKK's human current incarnation self, she is doing all of this, doing it 5th dimensionally, just as here, last night, the Atlantic Ocean came to me, took form, and made passionate love to me for millions of years, and then in the wink of an eye, I am here, 'awake' as though it never even happened. The sidewalk Scientists know the cosmic hidden truths however, all of them. They know why it works as it does as far as SPACE-TIME-MIND (STM), known in the dark ages of the present as merely Space-Time. Still, without being a HERO, we can all see that my genius kid knows this powerful bunch of secrets and truths right here, at least on some level of her true all encompassing fifth dimensional self. This is all I want to say for today, but much more is coming, so be freaking braced folks.
I wonder why the radar buzzed only two times? I do not wonder why there were three tapes. That is obvious to a single digit IQ wall roach, phone lines connected or not. TEE-HEE Lilly, maybe we can pretend it is 2001 and Easter Sunday, and do it all over again with flashing lovely lights at Raynard Run, huh Mister Provenzono? There are huge GAWNUM things that also will be told on upcoming blogs, and heads will start to roll, and so will the fucking weather, it all is just around the mother fucking corner. MMMMMMMMM.
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