SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0440
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2293
SBT-DATFILE:
052912.541
THE
EPTIOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORTRONS AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT
CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG
SUBTITLE NUMER FOUR:
“JIMMY
CARTER AND I EXCHANGED WORDS OF POWER”
©
MARK WAYNE MOHE OF HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY
2006-2012/MWM/MWM/MF-2/BOM
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The
internet is the weirdest new age tool of the entire package of wild
inventions since the early century a year ago. In the past one
hundred years, we fly, we globally communicate, and do all manner of
things, but this one tool comes built in with a really strange
illusion, whereas an airplane is an airplane is an airplane and so
are telephones, radios, and all the dozens of electronic avionic
other toys of the human race in near recent time era of the knowledge
and information explosion. For complicated reasons, you would think
perhaps that I would be first to jump on the band wagon of believers
in extraterrestrial contact and invasions, or at least in a crashed
saucer along with reverse engineering, and all of that. However, I
know as sure as I type these words, that what is real, has nothing
whatsoever to do with religion, nor does it have one tiny thing to do
with the dream of the science and space minded folks who dream and
hope for some alien encounter to come along and change our world. I
said in my 1994 book, “The Permission Barrier”, and still
maintain my words up here eighteen years later, that this is a very
large universe indeed, but there is no one else out there anybody, it
is all just us, and this makes so-called waking life quite precious.
You can choose to believe or to disbelieve, as well as say to
yourselves, that Mountainpen is King of Egotism. I am the only one
who has lived through what I have lived through, and can claim to say
that I make these statements by authority, by knowing, by seeing, by
experiencing, and not by speculating and hypothesizing, or by wishing
and hoping that I am just somehow right. This has no place in my
life, or in Morianity. This needed to get out of the way, and this
blog will be in some widely split sections, each part needs to be
here, and right now.
This
is due to the beyond-demonic shit that happens to me from time to
time, such as what started at the dot of eleven last night, and went
on all night long, finally stopping at seven, after eight full hours
of this incredible off the wall; persecution and total illegal
activity, and then just as I got to sleep and just shy of the Wall
Street opening stock dirt ball market bell, around twenty-eight
minutes past nine, fire alarm testing made me jump literally out of
my skin. Living here at this Public housing Building and having these
WOMO-MILITUFORCE ENEMIES, is hazardous to my mental and physical
health. I fully plan to sue for all of these things should I survive
to get away and get reestablished shortly, and be far away from this
horror show of hell in the hit sun, also known as sunny Florida or
paradise, some fucking cunt paradise, friends and fiends.
First
I need to talk about this great tool, the internet. This was not put
together by accident by a few geeky college guy geniuses in basements
such as Jobs and Gates and others, and then slowly just caught on and
grew into its present form. If you go to the YOUTUBE, and subscribe
to the wonderful ALEX JONES, you will see that I am not the only one
with far out claims, and if you listen and view with an open mind,
you cannot help but see it all makes sense. This was all previously
planned, and before there was GOOGLE, there was PROJECT GOOGLE,
nearly on the Majestic highest covert secret level of planning. It is
the same Google we all have come to use and like, only it was all
something else once, and as all big things that own us all eventually
through very clever trickery, was originally on the laboratory tables
of the top black ops government agencies, and there are blacker and
more secret ones than even the open and recently exposed NSA. The
moment this No such Agency was brought out into the light of day, and
agents could no longer chuckle and give it that name when asked about
by citizens and press alike, a deeper NSA went underground that none
of you have its name or alphabet soup letters about. In fact there
are several, but they operate in one force more than any other group,
and are codenamed by their own operatives in a quick reference, as
the Black File Agency, or BFA. So basically in a real compressed
nutshell, we have the FBI, then the CIA, then the NSA, and finally
the BFA, and these four things control every single aspect of your
life, and will go on to the this very same thing to your children's
lives as well. There is not one thing in hell or in heaven, that you
can do to interfere with this or stop it. Moving this along, none of
us would care if this all was being done for the good of us, and
humankind in general, but it is not, and all non-sheeple know this
truth, not just Alex and myself. This powerful force that I combine
into one word, and have not changed or wavered from its usage on my
6.5 years of blogs now, has been created by me, the MILITUFORCE. It
takes the three concepts of MILITARY, UFO, and FORCE, and merely
clumps them all together into one nasty dangerous mess, for all of
us, but especially for all of us non net worth folks of at least
about eight figures in USD. By their own system, let me tell you how
they break down the net worth folks of means. You are a millionaire
if you have a net worth of any number containing 7-figures. This
still, to them, is not even a ratable start on their scales. The
minimum rate is 8-F. This is a net worth of ten million through
99.999999 million USD. Then there is the 9-F. This is a net worth of
100 million through 999,999,999 in USD. Then there is the 10-F. This
is the world of the billionaires. This is from 1 billion through
9.999,999,999 in USD. The highest current time level is 11-F. This is
a net worth of 10 billion through 99.999,999,999 billion USD. These
are the four scales, and hence, category-clubs we are in whether we
choose to be or not, simply as a result from having a net worth next
to our names, that is either in 8 figures, 9 figures, 10 figures, or
eleven figures, mere under ten million dollar millionaires don't even
rate on the FCS (Four Clubs Scale). Also, whether you or I like it or
not, we become connected covertly, with the organizers f this FCS, as
we move beyond the poverty-ten million dollar net worth range, and
start to become wealthier in the world of global capitalism. This
will not effect 19 in 20 of us at any time in our life, and all doors
to anything really big, will remain shut and slammed tightly into
place and locked out of view for us, from the cradle straight through
top the grave. Now the one in 20 who have a net worth of ten million
or more, this is where things really get very interesting, as with
all club levels, 1,2,3, and 4, almost like a music intro count, this
opens up worlds that are completely outside the mental grasps of
those not in the FCS club, and 95% of us or 19:20 will remain forever
locked out of it. This will not be for lack of trying, this is a huge
illusion that is and has been, perpetrated upon us 5% or 1:20 folks,
for endless years, under the oppressive hands of our masters. With or
without the magic word of capitalism folks, masters and slaves will
always be real and exist, there is no stopping this no matter what,
it is a built in human condition of reality. I came to learn that
there are also parts in this wild club that allow folks that they
pick and choose, into this fold of theirs, here and there. They open
up doors mysteriously, and then seemingly out of the blue, your
little deli or bicycle shops gets flooded with customers, you grow
and expand where your competition around you in the county, barely
holds their own, and many eventually fail. The cycle goes around and
continues, circulating new faces into the mix. But success and
failure, for the most part, have little if anything to do with how
hard one works and perseveres, and how many long hours are put in. I
worked 100 hour weeks in my early twenties, and never have even been
a thousand aire in my entire life. This technically means a net worth
of ten thousand dollars or more, after this comes the hundred
thousand dollar aire, and then the millionaire having a net worth of
from 1-9 meg. You not only are helped along and chosen to get big,
but you also are kept down and small so you will remain in your
place, and in your programmed sheep slot so to speak. Just as the man
suddenly flushed with success, other quiet covert and not visible
things just seem to happen for the bad to those who they decide they
want their business or job or whatever to fail and to bring them down
to a lower level, and yes, this goes all the way to the level of
homeless. How can anyone in America believe there really is such a
truth as homelessness, only there is? The term 3-time-loser is very
real, and some of the more sensitive folks, begin to indeed
recognize, that some invisible monkey is really on their back, and
really seemingly stopping their attempts to breakout of the poverty
cycle. They don't dare come out and speak publicly and be as direct
as the words on my blogs, but they instinctively do know that
something is up, BRO. Now when success just strikes, we'd be mother
fucking fools to yell and scream and shout out the word 'FOWL'. In
any case, this is the powerful truth of all of us, and here is why
you cannot even break out of this through random chance lotteries,
and by the way, the days of marrying out of poverty went the way of
internet check outs and pre-nups. I have lost and lost during the
period from eleven last night, in my paper roulette, I have done this
to prove to myself, that all of this is totally real. When you are
being literally kept down by covert world owner forces, just try and
win in any kind of gaming and random chance situations, games,
lotteries, whatever. Just try it, over long term experimentation, I
challenge any laboratory to conduct this experiment and disprove me,
as ki have been my own laboratory regarding all of this for about
thirty years now, and I know I am right and correct. It breaks my
heart how folks waste their time on searching for some
extraterrestrial alien encounter. This is the biggest control
experiment of the World Owners or the WOMO, out of any other thing
that I can possible or remotely try and think of right now. What is
being done to us 'little-ninety-fives' or the majority of us who all
combined own and control about the inverse percentage of all the
goods and services of the Planet Earth, five percent, or in other
words 95% have 5%, while 5% have 95%, the quintessential universal
unbalance that proves humanity to be a very sinful and unjust endless
fucked up cruel society. Anyone who believes in this kind of a system
is two things, first one of the 5 who owns 95, and second, a soul
worthy of true hell after death, just as in the story Biblically with
slave Nazareth and his master, after both have died, and the master
begs his 'servant' from life, to merely dip his finger in a little
water, and place it onto his fiery unquenchable lips. I do not
believe in the literal biblical stories, but I believe that out of
all books on this Earth, the bible is the most powerful symbolic
road-map that can ever exist, now or ever. I might get mad and say go
to hell. I might get desperate and say I would sell my soul to the
devil to get out of my mess. I do not believe I have a soul, nor do I
believe in some horned and tailed devil in hell poking a fire and
tormenting others around him to make it burn hotter, and I know there
is no place to tell anyone to go that is made for this unfathomable
punishment. What I do know, is that there may as well be all of these
things, as cosmos is set up in such a way, that this sentence is
true, yet beyond the grasp of just about anyone reading it. That is
indeed quite unfortunate, but it still is total reality.
Now
back to the great tool, internet, owned and controlled, as Alex Jones
knows only too well, by the covert agencies, as they own any tool
that is big and could possibly do harm to them if permitted to by
those allowed to be outside the control of the WOMO wolves. I knew
this was a sham back in 1997 with Fred Windstein from the Radio
Shack, when I tried to do anything with my computer. It was no
different than trying to do anything else, I was messed with and
stopped, messed with and stopped, over and over again, and it was as
precisely accurate and as measurable as cesium clocks accurately
track small time pieces by the picoseconds. When truth stares one in
the face, yet they still choose to deny it as truth, then they are a
fool, and it gets not one bit simpler than that John Henningsen; bit
your bippie on it sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So those who
succeed in life will succeed on the internet, and those who fail in
life will fail on the internet, it is right in the face of anyone
seeking truth, as to the exact what, why, who, and how, behind it.
You see these dumb mother fucking commercials on television of a kid
and his mother, and she is disappointed that he only got a million
views on YOUTUBE and his friend got fifteen million, with some silly
ridiculous skate board move that any youngster can learn to perform.
I put up things that prove to the world that an entire universe goes
on around you and me that is ignored and unseen and bigger than the
so-called landing of a fleet of 1000 flying alien ships, and what do
I get, 20 view, 40 maybe? They count the views for whatever reason,
when I go up to try and link something to a blog site, so half my
views are not real views, so if half a hundred peeps and sheeps have
bothered to go and see any of my stuff, that is pushing it. The truth
is, I could spend five hundred years posting every possible thing in
the cosmos, and I would get the 20 or the 40 views, while all those
around me are getting the big amounts. The only possible explanation
is that ki may not understand the full mechanics behind how the WOMO
can do this, and I do know some of their tricks quite well such as
making the stuff fuck up to cause potential viewers to lose interest,
negative buzz about me being insane such as that created hate-page by
Jason WFMU Forrest, and on I could go, but my understanding how it is
done is of no real significance, as even if I could figure out just
how it is being done, I still could not prevent what is being done to
me by WORLD OWNERS. What fascinates the living hot fucking shit out
of me sheeple, is that Tony from Haddonwood, in his altered form from
a dozen years later, four years back, sent me a note when I was up in
the 26th
Street hood here in town where I am now in fort Pierce, Florida; and
told me not to ever try and prove this. Well buddy, I did, you child
molester, and what happened? All I got was nothing. It cannot be
done, so what were you so worried about? Very soon, I will sell my
computer, stop blogging, and just leave what is up there, up there,
and let the future just happen and go down the way it chooses to go
down. Hay, this is what Jason did with my hate-page before my
kidnapping, and that had some obvious effects, such as first, my
learning of it shortly before leaving Hammonton, New Jersey, and
second, my being able to prove that I died and went to hell, where
this new weird odor or SATAN, really controls us all. The entire last
days of biblical times, ALL HAPPENED, and not even the mother fucking
Christians saw it come, or even know it came. Now THAT my sheep, is
power, real major power that would cause any sane mind to go into a
GENERAL BREAKDOWN and into endless insanity. Many books are right
there at all of your local libraries, scattered all over the country,
and the planet; about how getting to much into the science of Quantum
Physics, will indeed cause insanity, a general breakdown of rational
mind process and 'sanity' if you will. By the standards of the
sheeple, this may be true. Those however who come to learn more and
more about the truth of why we are here and what is going on, and
what will become of us which is the biggest quest of all for
humankind, begin to see things so totally unlike how those around
them do, that it's not even relatable one to the other. You need
toexperience some things, not all thiongs can be taught by someone
writing words, and then someone else reading them. All the college in
the world is not equal to yopur first 90 days in the real world out
beyond the college. This could apply no matter whehther you come out
with top marks and degreesw in fields such as medicine and law and
engineeringm, and other studies that require many years in the
classroom. Still, you come out with all of that, yet 90 days of real
world experience will take you where another ten years in the schools
can never take you. I cannot make you see or know what nightmare is
happening on this planet. Folks, it is worse than a thousand hostile
alien invasions shooting death rays down from huge saucers, we don't
need that crap, we have worse. It is way beyond any and all the ideas
talked about on television documentaries and intelligent chatting on
the internet. You all are drinking the milk out of the cat dish,
lapping it up, sharing it with kitty, and believing you are at some
fantastic banquet feast. I cannot stop you or alter your ideas. I
will tell you that what is now up here on the net, by me, proves its
own story, in every minute detail. I have the apartment all packed
up, and I wil stay one more month, not pay any bills, save my small
funds, and get ready to leave for Lake Chapala, Mexico. There will be
no more me to put up with. Your children need not ever be told that
this is how you thought of me. I do you this major favor right now in
telling you thin. I know what it is like to have children who don't
like me. Still, am I going to keep my promise and tell more about
record promoter Lenny McKinnon, and just how I learned how to build a
strange magnetic field, that if placed in line with any radio or
television broadcasts, or telephone communication lines, or any type
of electromagnetic altering device that changes our voices into
electronic energies and then back again, you can in fact communicate
with parallel universe inhabitants. A month is a sufficient time to
tell the rest of an untold story. I want it out here. Believed or
unbelieved, it at least is out there. If anyone is stupid enough to
believe that any kind of device exists, that can perform these type
of miracles, does not involve the usage of STM, then you are an
endless junk-tekkie. All science is junk science, because the vast
majority of it that appears to be gospel in one year, is disproved
junk trash within 5-100 years. Anything that unstable would never
pilot my vessel across the seas of hyper-cosmos, that much I know I
can tell you.
The
biggest part of the story however, is not being able to perform STM
miraculous events applying unknown as of yet technologies. It is more
about the destructive HUNTINGTON FAMILY. I know how the world society
via Google and through any pre-Google-days other medial press
controlled processes, keep peeps and sheeps from learning the real
truth, that you have a value, and that value is never measured in any
kind of human waking world monetary systems. The WOMO insists on
producing powerful illusions and mirages around all of us, making us
believe with incredible force and power on their part, that just the
opposite is true, you are your bank account. Part of the problem is
that any good liar needs to work with a story that contains a lot of
truth inside a small lie. If I go up to you and lie to you every day,
and need you one day to believe in me regarding something, I'm
screwed. OTAMM-WOMO is not a dumb club filled with stupid entities.
They know the biggest secret of all, HOW TO PROPERLY LIE. This is an
art-form, and they are top #1 with an assault rifle series of
bullets, on this chart system. Without money, we lay in the streets,
homeless, hungry, and wishing we were either dead or a holy angel
might take pity. Part of their lie is true and very real. Still and
despite this truth, we are all totally not our net worth. We are
soul, we exist, we are beings, we don't have a soul, we are soul.
This soul will never be in need of one thing in the material world.
It is unable to appreciate anything here as well. Only the body has
need, food and water and air, a dry warm bed to sleep in, a shirt on
our back, and so forth, soul needs none of this. By taking over the
system and producing these lies and controlling our weak bodies that
starve and thirst and gasp, this is the ultimate crime of spiritual
blasphemy on the part of the World Owners.
We
also will talk more about the sanitizing of my family, the murders,
the suicides, the curse, the horrors, the incest, and why it is so
important for the world to be spoon-fed lies and total falsehoods. My
family is powerful, these were great founding fathers eight
generations ago. Now I wouldn't spit on the name of Huntington, if it
was lit on fire. Jim Burr knew about this, because Pete Hasse knew
from WFIL Radio in Philly-57. Both these men were dudes that I met in
1973 at the computer school where I learned computer programming on
the IBM-360 Mainframe Computer Machine, at the time the size of a
poor person's home. I know that dark haired whore that was with him
at the Dive Shop was another family trick. I am so impressed,
Geraldine Snowshah Mason. All these things aside, the hugest event
took place on August 2, 1996, ten y7ears to the day after Dave and I
went into Manhattan, and he saw his music friends, the group called,
New Shoes, who were performing at some night club, and I think it is
owned by the imperials and Little Anthony himself, but this is for
other times and blogs before I leave for freaking ass Mexico on June
30th.
Pete just happened to dive in the Bahama Islands, I happened to meet
him at this computer school that the New Jersey Rehab wanted me to
attend in the spring time of 1973, and on I could go from John
Ciancio to Miss Marie of Sicklerville, also in 1972 and 1973. Pete
Hasse was dating a giant goddess, and it was Sarah Jacobson, I
recognized you. I always knew, I just kept my fucking mouth shut all
this time since June of 1975 when we were all in your car outside the
Mar-Vel diving Shop on Route 30.
What
are the odds that two educators, both in 1969, both with last names
beginning with the same three letters of my first name, would be so
dam instrumental in things that pertained to my interacting with
Sarah, when she was in Atlantic City, and then along comes Pete the
deep sea diver, who later I introduced to my visiting father, and who
ends up with that pop up version Sarah from my school, and finally,
the day that I got the shit pounded out of me in Atlantic City in
middle 1975 while my mom was up on Long Island visiting her cousin
Ruth Huntington. One day I was over at Brad's house around May of
1969, or apartment really, in Westmont, New Jersey, and his mother
who was receiving telephone calls from the actor/comedian Rodney
Dangerfield, told me when I picked up the phone as Brad was taking a
shit and his mom Grace was out with her boyfriend and sex partner
Stuart of the Haddonfield Stuart Industries; and it was Rodney, and
he no sooner got talking to me for a few seconds, when he blurted out
the words to me, “Stay away from the shore, son”. I didn't.
History was made as a result, dangerous fields all notwithstanding.
Now GOOGLE can sanitize this story from now through Doomsday. I knew
back on Sunday night when I had a major exploratronic experience
involving the congressman and a few other local peeps, that I was
gonna; suffer a nasty attack. And sure enough, I know my fucking
onions. The trash nabes from hell returned last night, and they still
are going in and out continually. These scum have been paid off by
WOMO ENEMIES and FAMILY ENEMIES, and I am having doctor Jack look
into this secretly, when he returns from a trip shortly, around the
4th
day of June, oh I meant I am leaving at the end of June, if I said
the first, I fucked up, sorry.
Thank
you lovely Diana, for coming around for hours, back a few nights
back. I never ever saw you so lovely with so much color and beauty. I
wanted to pull you down from your great skies and make passionate
love to my baby blond more than anything else in the world. I will
always be here for you. Please take me out of this nightmare as soon
as you can flash right in here and get me.
My
next blog will tell some exact things. I will print numbers who
illegally call me with lightning codes, and send print out copies
downloaded from my local library, to the FCC, and my old school chum,
Robert McDowell, Chairman Overseer. I got another call a couple days
ago, then I got that wild Congressman 'dream', WOW. No one can say it
like Labber Mi. Still, why did they try and choke me to death in
1983, and why three years later did James Earl Carter, tell me, and I
quote, from a parallel reality and universe, after I said to him,
“I'm dead mister President, he said right back at me in a solemn
sobering but firm voice, “I KNOW”. How did you know I was dead,
Mister President? I was you know. I have died and been in hell, ever
since the night of August the fifteenth, in the year of 1986. There
is no one alive that can explain my personal situation with any
better possible idea. Still, I do not believe in hell, as was
previously stated. So what really happened, and more importantly,
where really am I? Well, I sure as fucking shit ain't at the
roundhouse Manor and owning the billion dollar enterprise called
Starburn Outreach Development Corporation, with my Spanish-American
business partners, yet in 1994, there was Haddonwood Swim Club, there
was Carlisle, Pennsylvania, and there was Tony Zenun, and yes, there
was the Copyrighted book sent on Halloween Day, called, “THE
PERMISSION BARRIER” Go figure folks, Hopi Native Americans, and sky
cob timetrails and all, just like the one in December of 1969. WOW.
UFO buffs, you don't know what a brick wall is. Bluebook created your
saucers and aliens out of their great playbook called Bluebook
Disinformation Project or BBDP-#0000001. Just as the PCN for the
great Masonic secret number '33' is really PCN-231, there is a
powerful blue Wall with the police, yet next to the Blue Book Brick
Wall, this would crumble as a child would grab a handful of beach
sand. It is not your UFO encounters that are being covered up, it is
the life of mountainpen, my part in this current time Huntington
Family, the world Labs Christianity experiment, and let us never
forget, the great 'ands' walking amongst us from the twelfth
planetoid, huh Jason Fats Forrest Summer? Is this the age of stolen
Aquarius tapes, or just phony meanings of life, sir Jason? Man, turn
your pull gain down, you distort like a screaming demon being
squished by Apollo-Lucifer McKannon. Rock on THATANDS TREK, or how
did Ambassador Sarek say it in the humpback whales story, it is
difficult to answer when one doesn't know the question. Yes, the
answer is always the question, the answer itself is in motion, and
basically quite meaningless. And Shannon Car-kicker did the same
thing to my car in both worlds, only it died on the north shore of
Atlantic City when she kicked it in that parallel universe, whereas
over here where I bought the wrong flavor cupcakes at the Incollingo
grocery store across the street from the home of my kid's 4th
cousin, Leticia Tilley, the car passed away in a last gasp over near
Sarah's mighty Pleasantville Waterworks or the main office and plant
for the ACMUA. WOW.
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