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OF BLOG:
Lads,
Lassies, Labbers, and Labrador Retrievers, and not forgetting all dog
foods, dog houses, and especially Scylla's very favorite breed,
created in eternity, specially, by and for, her endless amusement,
Dalmatians; let me (permit me distant Long Island Babylonian Cousin
Banker Heinz Gottwald the late), to talk this evening about a few
topics that will really blow off your hats folks, so this is a fair
Caveat and warning for those on the fence that often do lots of self
quarreling on whether this is the time to hit that world famous “NEXT
BLOG” square on your blogging site where you now are reading my
words, but I'll tell you this, you just might miss out on shit that
you have wondered about in your own very personal life, and this may
be your very only chance right now as you read this, to learn it and
get it, once and for all, not a lot of secret shit is going to be
spared, so weak stomachs know the button to push, or just do a PC
shutdown, if you fear you might have a personal general-breakdown.
I'm not one bit responsible if you read on and just cannot handle it.
After you shoot up some lovely 'Mickey-Dee' or something, don't go
waltzing into court, and have your defense attorney try and justify
your crime, with going banana's, after reading the 'BOM BLOG'
tonight. “MCE”. (Major Caveat Emptor).
I
am going to tell you about 1972, something the great Sarah-Stacey
Krassle seemed to work overtime right before my kidnapping by the
KINGS, to tell me to do, “in my sleep or exploratronically”.
Forget walking dogs, lovely blonds I made friends with while on a
family reunion road trip that could be symbolically construed as a
Lee to Grant excursion if I'm allowed a little funny here, TEE HEE,
Mizz Munster Shipyards Andrews; but aniwho; let's move this right
along. I am also going to tell you about how this seemed to quite
mysteriously and Potter-Magically with all names not spoken in mere
jest here folks in honor of my wonderful mother of late, Mrs. Grace
Eastman Mason Mohr who awakened from her then identity in hyperspace
on the 4th of
March in the year 2000, after being brutally exploratronically
assaulted (in her sleep) early in the morning, the day after
Christmas, in 1997, just after my meeting up with the great and
illustrious MISTER SPR, 1616161616161616161616. I will also tell just
how I learned to perform a night meditation called the “FASCITAR”
after my final trip up to the infamous and not always so lovely Long
Island, New York, USAESMWG, Mister Woodie Mansions
Guthrie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This resulted from a coworker of my
mom's at her Lavino Shipping Company office, a place known well by a
once lover of the great mighty screaming temper tantrum girl, born as
Diane Ross, and later changing it after unbloggable situations
occurred, many unbloggable situations. No matter what WOMO ever does
to me, there still is a NO CROSS LINE of
NON-BLOGGABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “I DO KNOW” that.
Before
I start to tackle this major counter attack tonight to answer this
horrendous despicable and unthinkable horror show BOTBAY DAY given to
me by MILITUFORCE WOMO ENEMIES; let me say a few quicker smaller
mini-details, not Viqueen Teen Queens of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, or
Quoddy mocker human doppelgangers, in Atlantic City, New Jersey's
waking material world, Mizz Emmy/Amy Louise Cicone of mother Wall
Street paper readers. So just how differently would life have turned
out, Mrs. C? WO, Billy, to quote you, non-BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks for saving my life, but after what happened a few years later,
I think we can agree that the scales have balanced out. You saved me
just to torment me and make me feel major rotten, hmmm, reminds me
of an interesting biblical name that if the great lists of the
THEN-WOMO, had allowed our present bibles to read the full accounts;
oh gee, these are all books by themselves, and would all be three
times the size of whaleboat captain stories, and a lot larger than
Moby's dick, if a little more humor is permitted me, Uncle Heinz.
Better light up some candles now to clear this matter up, huh
Patty/Paula/Exploratron from 1969 AD. Oh WOW, this is somewhat LES
AND MACK KAITER ABSURD, HUH KATEYQUEEN OF THE DAIRIES,
WHAAAAAAAAAA???????
The
same invisible and powerful forces, Mister Hall Boxer of McAndrews
and Forbes in 1980-1990 in Camden, New Jersey; went to work on me
huge time before I began typing this blog tonight. I had a powerful
item totally blocked out of mind, in the same manner as it happened
twice, both times on TENNESSEE AVENUE IN ATLANTIC CITY IN NEW JERSEY,
once in 1997 in early February, then later again in early October in
2006, both times, the only man there and involved, and once even
caught directly on my own videotape, who else but Kennedy's protege
himself, the family embarrassment cubed, and Janis Joplin's Bobby
Magee, and AKA and most often too, MISTER ROBERT MCGUIRE. Innocent
people do not intimidate and get all up in someone's face for doing
no more than asking a few innocent questions, or wanting to take
photographs for a website, of a world famous public place, such as
near any public building, or street area, of the world famous
vacation, tourist, and now gambling resort since 1978; called by the
name of what else, but good old Atlantic freaking City, without any
bloody shoes or emptied Mace Cans. C----R----A---S----H, no planes,
no Comocosi action, just innicent whille cymbals, YO, so don't shoot
me, anybody, Elten and I are just the keyboard players, trying to
send our whittle messages through space, through time, and yes,
certainly and definitely, Captain Fred McAndrews Crawford of 1979,
through MIND, (STM)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Roger that one, Captain, and
watch out for Danny rolling you for your 25 that cash you carry
around with you like some ego maniac. Wow, kettle and pot thing, four
years later. I can't seem to be able to win to save my own 'correctly
received 6th
dimensional signals', (sanity). So do you want to know what was
MCGUIRE-ETOSS-TPB blocked out and omitted from my MIND RECEPTION
earlier before I started this blog? Well if not, quit reading, as
here is the information.
MC,
I have to do this, so if you kick my ass in my sleep tonight, well,
I'll just have to be brave. No one is stepping up to the plate in my
defense in all of this, so I have to use what is blatantly in
anyone's face who just reads what will now get said here. I apologize
if some of your secrets end up coming out a little bit, it can't be
helped, so I most likely know what I can expect after I retire around
three, bang, crash, boom, slam. I will never forget that ocean liner
ride if I live a million eternities, and I am only on my first one
currently, as you well know. Here goes, SORRY.
Most
folks in America, remember well, last months' $620,000,000.00 LOTTERY
WINNING, when three now quite well off folks divided this sum up
after paying my 7th
grandfather his fee, along with all of his pals and the other
'founding fathers of this great nation', for placing this entire
thing all together, called the USA, and making it the great
superpower that is is today; and despite in 90% of the hyperspace,
will be a third world system, in less than 170 years unfortunately,
all because of major avarice and out of control capitalistic greed;
but still even with the three way split and then the taxation so as
to keep this wonderful land of the free alive and kicking for a while
yet; this was one heck of a nice pile of chump change, as my old
buddy Willie Gates might put it. Instead of seeing this as dollars,
how about pretending now, that these bills, with George Washington's
nice old face on the front of them, are all people sitting inside a
gargantuan monster sized auditorium half the size of the state of
Rode Island. Now one of these folks in this weird and off the wall
little parable story of mine, is your personal buddy, and you are up
on a monster sized stage with a monster amplification system and
standing at a microphone stand all connected into unfathomable power
amps and thousands of audio speaker monitors situated and placed
throughout this beyond huge building, in ways that compensate for the
snail pace of the speed of sound, next to light or thought or
exploratrons aniwho. I just love that word relative, and obviously so
do some other folks, and not just Sir Princeton Pop-park-pal, AKA, my
father, Wayne Landis Mohr. Now here you are, and for reasons as vast
as hyperspace itself, you somehow just totally know those magic
numbers that will pop up to win this awesome jackpot lottery in ten
hours or so. Now your pal is somewhere in this audience, but so are
more than a couple of hundred million other folks. Please pay close
attention, this will totally blow your freggin' socks right off, abnd
none of you will be able to call me up and give me anywhere near a
rational explanation. Well, my daughter could, and she knows the
number, but has not called me since the days of the out-of-area-brown
cow. Anyway, read on and get a mind blowing that you won't soon
forget. I'll promise you that one WOMO, and others. Now in this
parable story, only you have the winning number, you just know it.
Also, you are going to tell your friend so he can run out to a car or
hop a ride somewhere, and drive to a state that sells that particular
lottery ticket, in my state of Florida, many had to drive all the way
to Georgia. There should be national lotteries, it would pay for all
the stuff that all the taxed pay for, and why not even have some
international ones run from Broad and Wall Street? Hell their stocks
game is no more than legal fucking gambling, and worse, as it is
cheated and fixed, so why not, hell no more payments to go to my 7th
great grand daddy, Samuel Huntington, long dead now, but in memory,
we all still call him (UNCLE SAM), yes this is MY HERITAGE, AND I AM
VERY PROUD OF IT 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But returning now to the
parable of the man on stage with the winning number, and his pal out
somewhere in this gigantic audience. No one in the audience is able
to move, other than their hands, and they all have a sheet of paper
and a nice sharp pencil to write with. Here you are with the
information to give this friend, somewhere out there in the crowd of
nearly a quarter of a billion folks. You have it within your ability
to tell your pal this number so he can write it down, and once the
person writes down a number, they can leave and no longer are
motionless or frozen. Everyone wants the number, who doesn't want
truth, or wealth for that matter, it does make life easier in certain
parameters, so long as we come to learn early on in our lives that it
is only a cure for one of life's many parameters and dynamics, and
cannot for example bring back a long dead friend, or stop another one
from dying of ALS, nor can it make anyone really care for us or love
us, in fact it wipes out any real chance of ever knowing just who
does care for us or would if we had twenty cents in the bank. Still,
all folks in this audience want this number, there are no two ways
about this fact for a single little nanosecond. Before going n, this
detailed story, hidden in parable, will be given direct meaning in a
very short time now, keep reading. If it was not for things getting
this bad for me with the WOMOTTAM, I was never going to tell this,
but I had it in my head to tell, since I came to Florida at the end
of 2009, and began blogging again after getting myself situated at
the RV Park called Manatee over in the White City section of Fort
Pierce, FLUSAESMWG, using the library computer to do my blogging and
posting to the internet websites. Now remember folks, you are on this
stage, put yourself into the story as it will then flow so much
better, shy after all should you give two shits about me, you don't
know me, and all odds are you never will. So you somehow just know
this number, you have ten hours to purchase a winning ticket on this
number, and here you are somewhere in this gigantic stadium
someplace, up on the stage, at this microphone, needing to tell your
friend, somewhere in the middle of this unfathomable crowd, to write
down these magic numbers and go out and play them. None of this is an
exaggeration folks, not one bit. Now you finally shout out the number
through this great sound PA system that all 200 plus million folks
are able to hear loud and clear and plain as day, yet after you do
this, only your friend does in fact hear this message, and writes
down the numbers. He walks out and goes and plays them and wins,
while all the others remain frozen forever, only able to scribble on
a sheet of paper, but they never did, because they never seemed to
have even heard you. Now why? Y JIMMY Y, Copyright Office of 34th
Street in Manhattan? So what the hell is all this about, I said I'd
make it clear, well, I will. The great MC, exactly 12 yerars to the
day, after I wrote the song called, “SARAH”, on May the 12th
of 1996, being May 12, 2008, went tio the top of the great 34th
Street Empire State Buiolding, and was quoted in many magazines as
speaking the words, “I OWN THE EMPIRE”. Why is it that millions
and millions of heard and read about this, and do know it, yet ONLY I
WHO THIS WEAS MEANT FOR, R-E-A-L-L-Y heard, and received the great
message from HER. I know SHE rules the empire, as SHE is the great
SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE or (SCYLLA), and yes folks, SHE DOES
RULE THE EMPIRE. Still, my question remains folks. How can this be?
How can SHE get this great message to THAT BOY, the only one meant to
get it, and all the others around this awesome situation, NOT GET IT,
not then, not ever?????? HOW?????????????? Only the All mighty
Herself knows this answer, and I doubt that SHE will call and tell
me. So this brings me to open up a powerful set of somewhat new
things right now, folks.
First,
there are four numbers of super mighty and great importance, and
understanding just how they fit into a yet unknown equation in
multiple higher numeration mathematical decimal bases, would be
beyond super ultra hyper classified global information, as it would
release the slaves from their friggin' masters practically overnight.
The numbers are 594, 583, 572, 561, 550, 539, 528, 517. Nine numbers
out of a thousand numbers that contain three digits, if we include
000 and go all the way up to 999. The other night, I was back at my
ADVANCED ROBOTICS class, that I am taking in another one of my 5th
dimensional lives in hyperspace. I learned an equation that appears
as a series of squares, with an almost third dimensional symbol
coming from within some of them, and over here, I have very limited
memory to the details, other than to say that I knew when I awoke
back here, things were going to get real real real real real bad, not
good, BAD. No Superman, no 1978 movies from the great Hollywood, no
curly girls from NASA space Coasts and Dumpty-Dumpty Unthinkables,
just straight pure simple OJ Simple Simpson Medical Center abused
wives and all, with the mean reality, from root mean squares of sound
amplification, to using sonic waves to make androids function, and so
much more. Still, with or without the juice, these machines niot only
work, but all of the so called alien visitors from space, would be
robotic or android probes, just as we send probes to search the
universe out. The problem is that the amount of electromagnetic field
energies needed, to take a flat map of stars so to speak, and fold it
in half to warp through, requires the development of subtronic power
that even World Labs is just starting to learn about and develop up
near 2300. You have to actually communicate by breaking a yet unknown
symbolic code of multidimensional mathematics where STM or the entire
5 dimensional reality is all merged, in ways that neutral zones no
longer exist such as in my examples with playing CARDDECKS and black
and white space and querying cosmos, as talked about in many old
blogs, before the starting of the very recent one with the URL
address of this present blog on the Blogger Website, called:
http://theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/
and I believe with the HTTP or hyper text transfer protocol used, you
need not include the world wide web letters of www. Still, this card
cosmos querying was done and discussed a lot in my earlier blogs, so
archive them if you are at all interested. This neutral zone is a
barrier that will exist until a formula is learned for operating in
fifth dimensional mathematics, far in the future, in most areas of
near localized 5th
dimensional hyperspace. I see I am wrong, the www is added, as when
you move your mouse onto the URL address, it show the address to
include it, but it will do this automatically. In many cases, no
longer do we need to type in the www or the http, just the item, and
the computer is now programmed to add it. WOW. You'll always say it
better than I can, but I'll bet you are wondering how you exist in
hyperspace in 2293. Well, I need a few secrets kept for my sake, we
can't have things too imbalanced. Roger retraced you after I retraced
him, or that is what he told me at the Hammonton Cigar Store on the
Julia Horse Pike that day ion the late autumn of 2008. So put away
the candles, and tell your mom they are not needed either, but ask
her if she has seen Fred Hinger in the past 25 years, I'd really be
interested, 003. Symbols are powerful, and only one letter with one
value amount separates HINGES AND HINGER, the last letter is but one
away, S follows the R. WOW, round robin time. I won't be doing
anymore intro's so don't be too mad at me wonderful Scylla. Let me
compensate for the page eleven of eleven now with this little beauty
queen of a number. 55555555555555555555555555555555555555. Thank-U.
This
is what happened ladies and gentlemen, and other animals who lost
interest in human affairs a long time ago and tuned it out along with
great Irish bands and Ernie cymbals, back in that wonderful and
lovely time era of 1972. To say things really correctly as we go onto
to introduce the proper usage of the ancient wizard tool called the
Secret Rosicrucian Fascitar, long forgotten as the 2nd
millennium came into being around 1055 or so, we need to regress to
the summer of 1971. My mother knew what had happened to me and had a
pipeline into all of it, her cousin Ruth. Ruth is a Huntington, as
was my mom, and as I am, and my descendants, whether they accept this
or not. They have very unusual abilities, and can take the
quintillions of energy dots all around us known as sleeping or still
exploratrons, normally in lower phase of operation; and bring them
into a group that literally can fit into a hand, and at this point,
this advanced robotic potential energy of pure 6th
dimensional inconceivable spin energy, is melded with the holder's
mind signal, from the 6th-D as well. You can then do anything, you
thionk it, it is so, it is that simple. After you hold it however and
interact with it, it will strobe and begin to colorize because your
individual biological and chemical make up causes a frequency in the
electromagnetic spectrum to break the many light bandwidths up into
the multiplexed colorful pieces they actually are that then all blend
perfectly together to become a pure absolute bright white This is why
we see only a bright white night sky, except for the occasional color
from a broken spectrum due to high graviton fields in-between our
eyesight observance, and the actual event being reflected in
SPACE-TIME-MIND to that eye observer. In the middle of April or early
into it, in 2011 last year, I was at this same Advanced Robotics
class, where 003 also attends, and I learned that on a particular
night while at the Cifaloglio job, I was told to grab some of these
energy dots, and then force the great Pulsar Star to come and visit
me, and it did, its Astral Plane city name is Hydroglacia. All stars
in the physical world are astral cities, fused populations of
quadrillions of Astral inhabitant interactors. Exploratrons normally
are never seen, but those able to see them, will find them at
historical locations in a preponderance, for reasons that have to do
with HISTORY MARKERS, and the three types of people, the Observer
types also do time travel and hyperspace educational work, and Misses
Marola went too far with the school play in 1969 because she altered
an event that she had no business messing with. Most active and high
phase or TYPE OF exploratron, is eventually tempted to play and mess
around, this is where the expression was given its true origin and
birth, “Absolute power corrupts absolutely”. My dirt ball
exploratron controlled neighbors are shouting and banging at eleven
eleven. Let me compensate folks. 555555555555555555. My letter to the
PHA will be in the mail this weekend, not mailed from this building's
mail drop system either, I am hand delivering it to the local post
master, next to the Greenline Motors, WOW.
55555555555555555555555555. This teacher had no way of knowing that
years would be pronounced two thousand three and two thousand four
all SCIFY shows of the 60's through the 90's called it twenty oh this
or twenty oh that, a little humor done on my part to further make
this point in one of my YOUTUBE VIDEO INTRO'S,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. SAHWEE!!!!!!!! I have no choice sometimes,
huh Barnabas. Love your taste in women, just not your taste, yeah
Roseann in 1969, then Roxanne in 1970, and my birthday as the Paul
Stoddard Due-Date of the great Lambrigger Cult of Wall Street, huh
David Collins Hennessy? BULLSHIT, too many coinkeedinks for me Abbey
Lovely Lucius Carmichael Electron. If you and the L&O gang can
say too many coincidences, I feel I should be afforded the same
rights. Yes sir, I've been busted in the mouth enough times as a
scrawny youngster to remember that I have no desire for the taste of
blood, lovely Mizz Delaney. By the way if I can go into a brand new
gear hear Melanie, I screwed up and said a row of 16 units, I meant a
row of 8 units at the Dellway Arms on Oakland Avenue but yes, it is
not on 36th
Avenue, despitre being on Oakland, however, there is a street that
intersects in a parallel universe reality, and it leads straight to
the great soda shop in Sahasra Dal Kanwal where Diana was waiting for
me when I lost my waking world awareness on the 15th
day in April in 2001 at the Technion Furniture Building I was
guarding that day, in the computer Mainframe Terminal room, under
construction on the 2nd
floor. When I lose consciousness near any place of great power, Diana
comes right to me, and she was so nice to me, but I am so sorry for
not immediately recognizing you my wonderful precious love. You'll
always be my lightning, and I belong only to you, forever, Diana. She
has these really long eyes, about twice the length of a human eye,
when she takes a human form as my very tall powerful blond goddess.
Once you gaze at her eyes, you cannot stop starring at her, this is
how beautiful Diana is, daughter of Zuudlochronus, and cousin of
Sarah Krassle, both of the Astral Plane Capitol Province, Olympia.
Now
to move the conversation back to summertime in 1971, my mom had a
pipeline up on the great island, and came to learn what exploratron
Pee did me two years earlier underneath the Atlantic City Central
Pier at Saint James Place. She was worried that I would begin a
relationship that was way out of normal age ranges, Paula King,
daughter of John King was special, and able to take over the body of
a neighbor from just up the block of Ruth's daughter. When she did
this, she would come down to Atlantic City, and this is how she was a
lot more than just Paul;a King, while Paula could get totally away
with stuff, and it may as Dawn and Lisa claimed, all helped to lead
up to the break up of a marriage. New York and Atlantic City are not
that far apart, and I got that little message in the Kevin Seleebee
episode of the baseball steroid thing, on the L&O show, about
moving Atlantic City a lot closer to Manhattan. Anyway, but all this
aside; my mom went up to visit her cuzz-Ruth, and some things
happened, and the next thing I knew, and this was May of 1971, I was
at summer school and unable to go to Atlantic city, and was watched
carefully and staying with who else but Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason out
at 1208 Greentree Lane in Narberth, Pennsylvania, USAESMWG, and then
was told, I would be gfoing to a private school in Exton, PA, called
the Church Farm School, don't get all excited Donna summer, my
beautiful meat packer of Jeremiah Burke HS. This made sure, there
would be no more secret pregnancies or unwanted children I suppose,
or any forbidden relationships with older women. How I would just
love to talk with my old pal and mentor from 1966 and 1967, MISTER
FRED HINGER. He suddenly moved one day in late 1967, and was
transferred to the Metropolitan in New York, he was the drummer at
the Philharmonic when he was my mentor at the Hans Worshing Boys club
in Philly-57, over at 21st
and Chestnut Street. About four years before all this happened, I
lived at 2041 Chestnut Street, Apartment #24-A, just a half a block
to the east of the Boys Club, never knowing it was These at this
earlier time, or what the future would all hold for me over the next
five decades or half century. Now a little about the Fascitar and how
I used it after the great Patricia Hollister was 'instrumental' in
getting me this information, she was a coworker at my mom's shipping
company friggin' office, early in the nineteen-seventies. This was
never supposed to happen, but someone made sure it did happen after
my mom worked like a freaking bandit to keep me away from all these
girl gang peeps in Atlantic City, and especially All mighty ass
Exploratron Paula King and her family from the distant ass stars.
EVERY MOTHER FREAKING TIME I TYPE IN ATLANTIC CITY, THE “C” IN
CITY, IS NEVER CAPITOLIZED. I HAVE TO GO BACK AND FRIKKING FIX IT
EVERY FRIGGIN' TIME, HACK HACK JACK QUACK ATTACK, HUH MY STACEY? Well
let us turn some takes and move some makes and move along some more
now good folks. The only way we could ever 'hook up' again, would be
if I would someday start to feel an unquenchable urge to FIND SARAH
KRASSLE and become obsessed with her in general, someone long
forgotten from boyhood and a distant past. It meant that I would need
to learn how to properly become a higher and more advanced type of
exploratron. Remember that all of us go to sleep and are at least
TYPE-1-exploratrons. To do the things involved in all of this
morianity story however, becoming a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON is needed. The
only way to do this, is to learn the secrets of hidden power from the
greatest Rosicrucian Wizards that were taught by Merlin Himself, a
god from the Astral Plane by the name of Telekkia Vanjelushopoof. We
get the word “POOF” from this very true secret Astral Plane name.
If you spell his first name on a word document with a Spell Checker,
what comes up? DUH Hyundai car time and sky-trails of
oh-Marola-6????????????????????? Hopi's might say, COBTRAILS but that
is very close to the way those in charge of this would rather we
spell it, as changing the “B” to an “N” is what really would
make them all friggin' smile, Huh Lenny Mom Briscoe Cop? Hopi Indian,
thank you spell Checker, you actually “READ MY MIND,
YO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So after I was stopped from going to
the shore, or the golf courses or caddy shacks, Brad Messenger and
what, oh yes, 'DANGEROUS FIELDS', oh the gods, where has this bit of
future MARKELLY SLEUTHGAME software been hiding out in the mucous
balls, Charlie Brown? And he died when I was up in Ewing Township, at
that horrible frickin' Assets Protection Company job, sent by nasty
ass John McCafferty. What a prick you abnd Bobby Martier turned out
to be in oh-five, and let's not forget super dick head, Jimmy Stone.
The power of hyperspace, where can anyone ever dream of beginning?
Corrections Officer Bennett and his son who taught me how to be a
blogger in early 2006, WOW, MI HOW THE COINCIDENCES JUST KEEP ON
COMING. “L&O” the greatest law show ever, knocking even Perry
Mason off of the map; how many CO BENNETT's are around the New Jersey
and New York area? Well, I'll give this one the benefit of the doubt,
Mister Wolf, sir. So after I no longer was in Atlantic City, a time
came when I was given this wild information, through this coworker at
my mother's office, and when I ordered the tapes, my mother freaked
out. She had hoped I would order the other courses, such as more
general studies involved in high school or college curriculum's, you
know, World History, Advanced Mathematical disciplines, various basic
sciences, etcetera. Instead, I ordered the Fascitar, and practiced it
with diligence and persistence, and within a week of study followed
by a week of practice, I was visiting people and gibing them my phone
number, and getting them to call me in real life, and thought that I
was the coolest shit in the world. The final chapter was only read
after things started to happen non-induced, many powerful waking
freezes. It took me a long time, many years, to work past the fear of
physical death, and when I did in the nineties, I began moving way
beyond the normal hyperspace, and into the closer mind realm signals
or the subatomic spiritual energetic realms, known by many in the
esoteric and occult circles as the Astral-Plane. This really opened
up Pandora's box, as it was during this time, that simultaneously was
searching for Sarah. I called it my mid-life crisis, the in word in
the nineties. Still, I came to see and learn the powerful truth that
Sarah was searching for me and playing with me, leading me all up to
this entire thing, event by event, all along, ever since she planted
herself into Exploratron PK's oven. The problem is that I had no idea
how badly I was going to end up getting baked. And today up here in
April of OH-Marola-TWELVE is just this same old sheeeeeeeit, still
going on. Nothing is different,
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How to get past
the fear of the waking freeze and move into DEATH, and still be
ALIVE, and how to effect REALITY in a million various ways, well,
MERLIN POTTER, and son Ed from Lavino Shipping and originally
Chicago, Illinois; I suppose I will soon be telling the entire nasty
mess to the world of internet-land.
I
also intend to take some powerful evidence to some special people,
that proves once and for all that the ?new jersey Casinos did a lot
of criminal activity to me, as did the entire state of mother
freaking New Jersey, throughout the eighties and all the way up until
the time that I booked out of that hell hole state in late oh-M-9.
When I am under this kind of hell and death frickin' siege, trying to
win at anything involving chance is totally impossible. Evenmy new
great system can barely break even, buyt this proves beyond any doubt
that this was indeed their evil motive for stopping the greatest
roulette player of all time, me, MARK WAYNE MOHR OF HAMMONTON, NEW
JERSEY, GO AHEAD, GOOGLE UP THE FRICKIN' HATE PAGE ON ME, CREATED BY
JASON DONNA SUMMER FORREST AND AQUARIUS RECORDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Am I
spelling it right MI??????????????????? Oh shoot, 20 pages, let me
say nighty night, John McDowell, and maybe please give me another
chance, as it has been 50 long years now, old Philly nurse and
pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TANKS.
END
OF THIS TWANSMISSION, WHAAA.
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