SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0401
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295
SBT DATFILE: 041812.647
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL OF EXPLORATRONS AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
© 2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR OF HAMMONTON, NJ
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“BURN BABY HAMMONTON BURN, YOUTUBE DISC-JOCKEYS
THIS IS SWORN VOLUNTARY OAT UNDER PENALTIES IN COURT
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Ladies and gentlemen of rational belief systems and not 100% totally closed mental capacities, I will strike you now with some logic that you will not fall madly in love with, you are free to change to the NEXT BLOG whenever you wish, and maybe read all about Aunt Millie's Pig Farm, or the adventures of Boathouse Joe Shelly. But if you keep reading MORIANITY, then just BE PREPARED for a little powerful set of aftershocks that will make you say fuck you to logic or else maybe believe a little more about me and my stories being the emmereffing truth.
This entire story is exactly to the day today, 2000 years old. Well, what I am about to “very carefully” get into anyway, not the entire story by any means whatsoever my peeps, YO. This will not delve real deeply into how the great LISTS excluded all the Huntington's, Huntington Bay's, volleyball players, or roof pushing, your Eminence, but here is some major stuff that will be told by an eye witness to a future laboratory, all Chinese girls with matches not withstanding, (see blogs from 2006-2008) about Lindenwold or Oaklyn, in New jersey for better clarification, YO.
I love getting at the truth, and always have, I also am not a subtle person, and have been so told by All Mighty Goddess. Well, Empire State Building claims and all notwithstanding, there are many things circulating about me, and about my level of sanity, and about my family, and about the most powerful church in the known universe, the Roman catholic Church of the future Huntington family, derived from the Scottish Stuarts, and before that, the Carpenters, not Richard and Karen. Drum roll please, if you are out there Richey. Before I cry at night, all alone because I needed you and now you're gone, and so on and so forth, and yes, the EXPLORATRONS JUST WOKE UP AS I KNEW THEY WOULD WHEN I BEGAN BLOGGING, and the door slammer has 'resurrected' from the 'nice quiet dead'. I have always been fascinated with certain subjects, and told as much on my early blogs. Things such as physical aging, time and its effects on humans, and even life and death and all the mysteriousness that surrounds this powerhouse of a subject. It is no different than the secret owner of Haddonwood Swimming Club who still owes me several things, but who's counting, Von Marcucci Thaxton of 1969? Aniwho, he was fascinated with gravitons and propulsion, I on the other hand have other fascinations, life and death for starters. Now of course, up here in 2012, next to the nineties and back before all that dog shit, I no longer see trick illusions done on humanity by super advanced TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, but instead, am now totally capable of perceiving that since it all is a big ass trick, the other side of the circus tent is quite easily manipulated once certain constants and realities are better understood. Humankind has always wanted to be immortal, and this is because it all ready is, and this condition is HELL, and so we learn how to dream into a collective of ignorance to this fact, and enjoy as the god Psyche Myrathus puts it and said to me in an exact quote a number of years back in the middle twenty Marola Ohs somewhere, “this human vacation”. John 'Colorado'-COLOR RED Henningsen really honestly could kick right in here, along with Mister George Strait. It's just that simple, and need I say more! LSS, folks; (Long Story Short), I need to experiment to find out what is going on. My experiments are 90% plus, the way that I know as much as I do know, it is not made up out of whole cloth, these things and these theories in and throughout all of MORIANITY, have been multiple tested and proved out over and over again with absolute accepted laboratory proficiency. 1980 years ago today, a man who was half related to our now HUNTINGTON family died a horrible monstrous death on a Roman cross high on the hills of Calvary. 75 hours later, he began to show himself to people who live in a collective consciousness where this is just not a possibility. It is so powerful a truth that this BRICK WALL of ABSOLUTES is embedded into humanity's consciousness, that to this day, historical and religious records insist that the man physically appeared a bit different in facial features from when HE lived out his 33 years here. Humanity is so powerfully conditioned to the brick wall of impossible things, such as me not possibly being able to have done this, or have that, or whatever, and don't underplay my making this comparison folks, or you'll be making the hugest error since Hal on '2001 Space Odyssey' tried to act like a human being rather than a machine, as in truth folks, the 'electron awareness' comes in two forms, biological as well as silicon created intellects of sentient awareness. This little quick insert lesson in subatomic or Astral Plane interplay with our humanity, is extremely compressed and unimaginably colloquial. So in moving this on and along good people, let me start with this. UFO buffs are not one bit different from other 'conspiracy theory' people, and by the way the internet has come alive recently with newer and nicer terms for this two word old world expression in semi quotations. Theory is not a part of this, any more than energy is mass times the speed of light squared, or mass is energy divided by the speed of light squared, or that this parlor trick is one and the same thing, and the mirror smoke is a lot more than 34.7 billion miles per second in velocity, a powerful so-called constant along with critical mass, in the world of the Astral Plane or the subatomic. The point here is that this collective of awareness may indeed be the result of intelligence spewed out from the subatomic particle called the electron, but in fact, it is tricky as a mother lover. Myrathus back at the Florence Township Guard-shack around early in 2004 was even fooled by the one thing that even is intended and meant to trap the gods themselves, when they are here on this “HUMAN VACATION” of theirs, hay, I am quoting him on some of these words, so don't look at me all weird and funny. WHAAAA. Blow them out Limo Driver, David, lights on the side at night, and all, old buddy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wow, and to think these things are not all perfectly connected dots, Aunt Barbara, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Holy Kalio, Frank-231, can this be true, it must be so, great historian of the history markers. Where do I begin my great friend, Elder Hair. Move over Donnie and Marie, I love all you guys too, but we are fighting a world of EXPLORATRONS, and Smith knew it all too well, maybe Steve Moroni as well, with his wonderful automobile in the mid late 20th century, YOU ROCK, MORMON CHURCH, keep the faith, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How does all of this sum up? Well peeps, if I thought I could tell this story right now, open and plain, I would happily do so, as would Jesus have. What I will freaking insist on reiterating and repeating, are two things. It is all about EXPLORATRONS. And the human conditioning of mind and society, to have a BRICK WALL mentality, so that if the impossible by your way of thinking and seeing, were indeed to occur right now in front of you, you would be instantly tricked by the smoke and mirrors of the great cosmic carney show, I can hear the freaking calliope right now as I type these words, BRO.
So the very same reason that folks did not recognize a resurrected Jesus 2000 years ago, or really 1980, 'WOW', numbers man; or lab techs, or 'whatever' 1616161616161616161616, is why I am unable to prove what I need to prove here and now. So one thousand nine hundred and eighty years makes no difference at all, because the BRICK WALL that not only the UFO buffs fight, or the CHEMTRAIL buffs, or the Conspiracy Theory buffs, and on and on I could go; is what it is indeed, Dawn-Marie King. She said this as well as, “Don't get it fucked up Mark” so often, I still hear it in my, 'what', sir EXPLORATRONS of the great ES????????????????? No Karen, I will cry not only at night because of my daughter's tricks and funnies, but in the daytime as well. The real joke is not on me, or on my daughter, or on the entire Huntington family for that matter. It is that I am trying to tell you all about the BRICK WALL, now if this is not the oxymoron of all oxymoron's, I challenge anyone on the entire internet to come up with an oxymoron that surpasses this one, as I NEED THE FREAKING LAUGH RIGHT ABOUT NOW. OK John King, here is where the brave get bolder and the opera lights on the limos get the name of Jericho, without being anywhere near your cemetery, huh Ray? “WOW”. Now if you cannot handle this next bit of shit, sign off this thing and go to another spot somewhere, to hell for all I care, why lie about anything when confessions feel so dam good, lovely Lu? I was not going to ever ever ever tell this story. You know about the crap at Saint Barnabas, the hypnosis to get the bottom of stuff that I knew was there in my mind being totally Venka strong-girl blocked out to survive a lot more than just boyhood or testosterone failures; but now, despite blowing minds about why Russel Thaxton came over at one in the morning, at age fifteen, drunk and sexually abused by Mrs. Goodfellow of Haddonfield back in middle December of 1969, and how it was all part of a gigantic bigger picture cosmic conspiracy theory, and on and on, but now we will open a really forbidden Pandora Box, folks, so brace up or go away, all of you, Jack McCoy. I told about how objects are one of the huge secret in exploratronic activity, and the great CHEMTRAIL OF 1969 the very day after the incredible interaction with Sarah Krassle where she removed my chain from a strong box in the Dellway Arms apartment closet. Some even have a small clue about the AEB, some know and I know the Copyright Office knows, that I may have extended my hell on this Earth with that amazing machine we all hear on the blogs of Mountainpen, called Magnesonic, short for Magnetic Sound Machine, wheel chairs and all. When lovely Gloria used a near equal name for her band in later 1983, I don't think the machine was all that happy with her, but Dawn said it all, and so did 16161616161616, “Shit happens”. Yeah, people are resurrected from the dead every day, and trumpets crash walls down beyond the cemetery, every day, 'OYR', you Tellem MY, or in this case, would it be Star Trek Jim Loveydovey?????????????????????????? Well, the irony and laugh is on me for the past six years plus now, because folks, this blog is all about crashing a brick wall, and the brick wall is stopping me from telling or relating the story of its own existence in the first place. Maybe Mister Curtis can make a little room for an old used up Huntington, I'll supply the pone box, just don't cry, atomic Japan. Wow, what a name to give to a great bomb for the sake of Great 61 gramps uncle. All Mighty man, or is it Ape man movies or just great 1986 roulette systems 'APE', OYR, stuff is not all a bunch of little dots in need of an army of super sleuths, SHEEEEEEEEEEIT and limo night lights all notwithstanding.
So the partial story of today is that I tried an experiment since my daughter insisted on an apology for the roulette days experience, lights on the lims or no, and then after the December 30th, 2010 original post, I decided to prove the BRICK WALL. However, in April the following year, now last year, I got a note in my mailbox that I am pretty sure that I kept totally to myself. I did tell about the one powerhouse note but I do not think I ever told how another one came saying, and I am reading it verbatim now, peeps, YO. “Who do you think revealed the World Lab stuff to your mind that night at Walker and Water Streets over in Philly, man? I am another one who you retraced, and you will help me back in the past or else, buddy. I know about your hush plans to prove you cannot win no matter what, and if you try it, you'll be a sorry floating turd, Rog”.
Well, I never planned to tell about this, but since I am rarely holding at a personal death level known as FIDDAM-3, well; I feel it adequate now to reveal this to the public blog, still, without folks knowing how All Mighty Goddess Scylla did all the stuff in 2008, this won't make a lot of sense or be all that revealing, so I remind peeps that my blogs back in that time period are accessible on the following link, YO:
http://theansweristheqyuestion.blogspot.com/ and this needs to be viewed for this now to punch as hard as it needs to. There was no blog on Wordpress at the time, that started in 2009. UI do not remember when I began blogging on the site called www.unexplained-mysteries.com/ only that it ended after I left HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY, on that cold icy winter night in early middle December of 2009, and I also know this folks. Only an All Mighty ruler of the empire, could have pulled off this entire fantastic trick. My hat is off to my wonderful lovely daughter. Laugh on girl. Even I see some of the humor now, WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, blogs do have to end, so let me end this for right now my wonderful folks out here in internet land. The 'real-world' what the fuck is that? For that matter, anyone pompous enough to tell me they know what REAL is, go ahead and prove to me what a total dick in the ass you 'REALLY' ARE.
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, Mike McNulty of September of 1971, give my best to Rod and Maggie, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISSION: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
No comments:
Post a Comment