SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0411
KING
NEBNOOSHOO
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2295
SBT
DATFILE: 042712.884
THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL OF EXPLORATRONS AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT
CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG
SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“INFORMATION
WITH HUMAN FEELING, RIGHT
DAVID-LEE
SMITH OF HADDONFIELD? 'THAT' IS
REAL
POWER, OR SO YOU SAID IN 1970”
©
2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR OF HAMMONTON, NJ
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
There
are indeed some things to tell and say tonight, folks, so have your
feet propped up and a nice can of beer on a nearby coaster on an end
table, as this will be wild more than long.
Laugh
at me all you want when I say this, it is your funeral some day, and
mine today, your offspring tomorrow. I'll come out in the open and
not beat around the bush, peeps. EXPLORATRONS, went back through time
to early this millennium, and created other websites, before I ever
started my blogs on the internet. Should you try to GOOGLE the word
“exploratron”, many things will pop up, none of which have
anything to do with me, Morianity or Mountainpen. Still, thanks to
GOOGLE becoming so advanced, they merely have made me vanish into the
semi fog with this neat little trick. To find me, one must search two
names or terms together, this will get around the recent time travel.
Now you would need to merely click as follows: “Exploratron
Mountainpen”. Separate these two words, and put bothy of them in
quotations, then GOOGLE SEARCH IT. Still, it complicates it, and
THAT, Sir Rock-Trek, WAS the motive and the equation. Does this all
fit into what has been going on all throughout both Morianity as well
as my own private personal life? You bet your cornfields it does,
sweet Annie Assbet.
The
real Space-Age will be reality, when NASA can launch space craft, and
there is no mention whatsoever in the media, until then, it is the
Baby Space-Age. This is not my quote, it was taken by a famous cousin
to a summer camp counselor of mine in Northeast, Maryland, back in
1968. If you think or dwell on it, you will see the validity of the
statement. In like manner folks, the so called Information-Age is the
time that we supposedly live in and have since late in the
nineteen-nineties when the internet began to slowly grow and expand.
The world at your fingertips, along with all of the knowledge and
information known to humankind since forever right up through right
now, and all right there in all of our living rooms on small machines
called PC's. Well, I do not argue intensely with this idea or
concept, but I do feel the strong urge to add a few words to this
presently accepted terminology. Are we, with all that we not only
know as a collective humanity while awake and conscious, but with
this mind bending relatively new ability to be instantaneously
accessible with all of this terrific information; via internet;
really any closer to getting at the total truths, than we were in the
pre-wheel, or even the pre-fire days; to the most important
unanswered age-old eternal questions? Morianity has indeed told these
truths, but who or what is Morianity, and why should it be given any
freaking credibility? Well, nothing at all, is the correct answer,
humanly speaking, hence, it is not given any, 'zip, nada, zilch;, and
old Wonder Bread commercials. Patty Jane can take it from here on
that subject, and he had a few real good extras to add into this
list, a while back; cool man. So with zero credibility, the truth
will stay buried, until and unless, the powers behind truth, WANT
these revelations to come into being, with or without off setting
pendulums swinging, or Lightning goddesses of 1983. Am I totally off
the mark here, Copyright Office? But with or without any credibility;
no law as of yet aniwho, is preventing me from posting onto the
internet, these powerful and awesome truths, one by one, reiterating
them all from time to time, thus putting new spins on them as my life
moves on and along into interactions that cause them to cross paths
with each other differently and continuously, so, I indeed will keep
up the fight for truth. There is no time for Supermen or women,
American ways, or even justice, because fighting to expose the TRUTH
is always a FULL TIME JOB, and as all US President's will tell us, a
thankless one for the most part.
Powerful
things will be told about what EXPLORATRONS are doing in my life, and
for a while, I'll keep it centered there, later on, taking it into a
broader and more encompassing depth and scope of larger world
realities. I have always known what I know right now and I mean
consciously while totally awake. What I was not aware of however, was
that I did not properly assimilate this knowledge at all times in my
life, and if you were to draw a line that would depict a curve that
would reveal therefore, my actual enlightenment to this truth package
of a sort, it would be slanting up and up for the past 20-40 years,
yet little really new knowledge, of an 'other worldly nature' so to
speak, was ever really ongoing or increasing on my personal life all
that much, if at all.
We
will get back to the information/knowledge subject shortly. Right
now, here is the continuation report, so to speak, of my daily
persecutions, and daily caused disasters with the WOMO-MILITUFORCE.
This entire fancy word, along with an Astral-Plane doppelganger
counterpart, or the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, or one third of this mighty
mind boggling group or club, known on all Astral circles, as the
LAMBRIGGER CULT, is all wrapped up in the Donna Fargo Funny faces and
country tunes, and many other things, in one very powerful and
unfathomable word, and you all most likely by now do indeed surely
know it. It is EXPLORATRON. Until very recently, this existed only on
my blogs in a particular 5th dimensional series of
near-atomic signature vibratory realities. Recently however, these
very EXPLORATRONS, went back through time made alterations, and of
course, peeps reading this that may have thought they made up this
word or used it back in either oh-3, or oh-5, or oh-7, or 'whatever'
Congressman; are all caught up in their own illusion and life and
would tell me I'm a nut case. Unfortunately, I have witnessed these
activities a lot longer than Mister Hawking has been in that chair,
no offense meant. It annoys me that these hot shot degreed peeps are
a century behind me, insisting that these things can only be
represented on chalk boards along with Einstein and his famous E=MC
SQ, and this is all a huge lie, or at least a big ass misconception.
It most certainly can be taken into a research level in the world of
all of our daily lives, but to do this, you need to understand some
powerful truths, printed in the BOM, “BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN”. I
have been messing around with hyperspace since the
nineteen-seventies, totally aware of it and fully lucid to it. You
need no “time machine” or “space craft”, or whatever. You
need not physically ever see the near areas of any wormholes, and I
could go on and on, Serena Sutherland, you lovely gorgeous blond. Now
there are indeed a dozen peeps on this planet who know that MORIANITY
is not a fake, a publicity stunt, the ravings of a totally deluded
madman, or anything similar to any of these scenarios. But a dozen
next to many billions of humanoid beings, well, that is a very
miniscule ratio, still; beggars learn to take what they can get, very
young into their careers, and the mountainpen is no freaking ass
exception here. Rules are rules, and nobody breaks rules in cosmos or
in the Lawtronics, or the circuitry of the seventh dimensional
system. There is no anti-gravity despite scientists insisting on
using this term, or anti anything. Antimatter is not breaking any
laws, but is called that because the polarieies of the proton and the
electron in antimatter, relative to us living in a matter universe,
are in a reverse charge. It is like a bank sitting on top of a
movable architectural mobile structure. It is one thing to go to the
bank and swing it around on the opposite site so that the front door
now faces the rear parking lot, but it is entirely another matter to
waltz in to it with a weapon, and demand money that does not belong
to you. The example is similar with gravitation. What science thinks
of as beating this system someday or in an earlier time by so-called
aliens or our own selves from tomorrow with some really way old cool
technology, is all bull shit. Anti-gravity is accomplished in no
different a way than an airplane flies through the skies. We learn
quite simply, to interact more efficiently WITH these laws of cosmos
(Lawtronics), be it so we can fly an airplane, or lift up the
Pyramids of Gaza as if by pure Merlin Potter magic.
Now
here is a short run down of yesterday, Friday, and today, Saturday.
Yesterday, I had a major sky attack. The aerial harassment was off
the scales, choppers over me, nasty chemtrails making me very sick
today as a result, planes of small types, Piper's and Cessna's, it
was the biggest air siege in a very long time, and started the second
that I left my residence, to drive over to Port Saint Lucie, to the
Avalon recording Studio, to post up two versions of my song form
1996, “SARAH”. The rock-surf version of it was done by “Flags &
Stripes of the 60th Dimension”, Shorty MacInvondi; and
the country version of it was done by the great wonderful Dennis
Parker, of Nashville, Tennessee. I posted these onto my YOUTUBE
CHANNEL, AS IS, off my cassette tape that managed to be only one
degraded copy off the master music done in the middle nineties, this
was a tape that by mere chance, managed to get into my personal item
bag while I was hurrying to sneak some stuff out of the house where I
was kidnapped back in New Jersey, amazing huh, kidnapped, yet owned
by an agent in the FBI, Steve Caruso, Only in the life of
Mountainpen, right Jimmy Patterson? You try coming this close to
totally unfathomable and I'll buy you a steak every night for a
month, kind sir. The third posting; this was on the flip side of this
cassette tape. This is music that I played on my keyboard almost note
for note, but on a different keyboard, back at the Meeker home in
Gibbsboro in 1992. I then later did another re transposition. Some of
the music was written in 1975 and 1991 and the name of this work is
cool as it has a wild story to it. Originally, it was going to be
taken over to Avalon about a year or more ago, to be named, Music
From Harvest Sike Ward. I changed it after a knifing in the back by a
couple of folks at the Harvest, who I told my idea, and they wrote a
rap song and called it a similar title. I'm not as lucky as they are.
They have access to home studios with illegally downloaded top end
pro-tools programs, and can do anything they want any time they want.
Yes, we are not all so blessed, or then, would Jesus call it this? In
any event, the title now on this YOUTUBE project, posted yesterday,
Friday early in the evening, is even better, so these two lovely pals
of mine ended up doing me an exploratronic favor in the end. I know
what is getting said here, and that is all that freaking counts,
folks. Oh, yeah, and that other one dozen out of 7 or 8 billion. The
new title posted there now folks is, “General Breakdown at the
Musicians Sike Ward”. Enjoy, it is real whack, like me, huh Donna
Jason Summer?????????????? Yes, information or knowledge (411) is
power indeed, but David Smith set me straight in the autumn of 1970
when he gave me a powerful eyeball piercing gaze one day at school,
and this teacher then [proceeded to tell me after I made that famous
quotation statement to him, he added in “WITH FEELING”, yes sir,
you were right all along, Mister Smith. Knowledge with feeling, IS
POWER. Lots and lots of freaking power. One without the other, well,
it bites, it chews, it sucks, and it's totally worthless. That's my
little thrown in two cents, aniwho. Take it for whatever it might be
worth to you folks. Only once was my advice followed, and the
parkway/driveway irony struck hard. It would not have mattered one
bit if my kid had gone back and finished high school, I mean really,
would it? SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEITIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A lot more
stuff will be told, but I am hungry, and my did-din is ready to be
feasted upon, Betty Mommy Dearest Davis!!!!!!!!
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