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2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR OF HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY
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Only
the biggest fools, and the silliest dummies, do not recognize that
since the moment of my birth, as the me I am currently existing as,
in this part of time and hyperspace; I have been target by nothing
other than what can be realized as the OWNERS OF THIS PLANET, or WOMO
as I have termed these mother fucking bastard snakes of venomous
total evil and viciousness. It involves all of the biggest things
that obviously shape the minds and society, and only mindless
hypnotized sheeple don't and won't see this truth. The main things or
items or categorized listing of material world entity groupings, are
the ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY, the INVESTMENT INDUSTRY, and any and all
other big business interests in the very upper millions and into the
billions of dollars USD. Even Ron Wirtz, from the Camden County
Prosecutor's Office, told me this, repeatedly, when I used to call
and complain to him about the horrible fucking bullshit being done to
me on a daily fucking basis, throughout most of the nineties. So the
old expressions of the experts agreeing, hits home real hard with
this, as who is more of an expert on the subject of groups or gangs
of organized people breaking the law and acting in a criminal nature
over long periods of times, such as organized street or prison gangs,
the mob crime families that are fantasy like my problems or the
Easter Bunny and UFO abductions, etcetera, than a County Prosecutor
staff of ADA Prosecutor's such as Mister Wirtz? Only when looking and
peering far backward into ones life over lots of forward time in
front of past situations, can one ever get a clearer and better time
perspective of the entire life story and general direction of moving
things around one. Indeed, there was the age of my EARLY BOYHOOD AT
ATLANTIC CITY, my EARLY WORKING HISTORY INCLUDING IN THE SOUND
RECORDING FIELD, my DAYS AFTER 'DIRECT ALIEN CONTACT' FROM THE MOST
POWERFUL SUBATOMIC PARTICLE IN THE MULTIVERSE, CALLED THE 'ELECTRON',
my CONTINUED CONTACT FROM THIS ASTRAL REALM FAMILY THAT TURNED OUT TO
BE ONE AND THE SAME THING WITH MY SUDDEN DESIRE TO FIND A LOST
TEENAGER FROM MY PAST NAMED SARAH KRASSLE, and finally, my FULL
REALIZATION THAT I NEVER REALLY LOST SSJKK, AND THAT ALL OF THIS
MORIANITY WAS EXISTING PARALLEL AND MILLIMETERS AWAY FROM MY NORMAL
WAKING WORLD ALL ALONG, RIGHT UP TO THE MOMENT THAT I PEN THESE WORDS
ON THIS BLOG 'ELECTRONICALLY'. These five LIFE STAGES, that I'll
label from now on in my blogs henceforth, 5LS, are then if forced by
the conscious waking mind and material life on Earth to be in a time
sequential order, STAGES 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5, and I am in 5 now. This
foundation and base needed to be laid before one other thing on this
blog was to be said. Now we can move along folks.
This
was a day I'll not forget for a very very very very long mother
fucking ass time Lads, Lassies, Labbers, and Lab Dogs. All was quiet
until about 18 minutes past 7 this morning, and then, KAPLOOYER,
BANG, BOOM, CRASH, ZAM, POW, BATMAN, AND ADAM WEST; all hell broke
loose. The large green substation transformer system that runs the
entire building where I live, with usable electrical power, blew up.
There was no rhyme nor reason for this event, and the office manager
DM, told me that nothing like this has ever happened since she was
here for ten solid years. Power was not restored for about just under
four and a half interminable hours, around twenty shy of eleven or
so. Planes were flying all over and I had no way of blocking them out
with fans or air conditioning. All my bum neighbors were in and out
and all around, slamming, banging, hollering, and just as in the dark
as I was, and all the rest of us. Some poor lady nearly passed out in
the elevator, after being stuck in there since a quarter hour after
this event occurred, until about a half hour before it ended when the
fire company rescued her, finding her on her knees praying to god in
a hot and stuffy tiny cube. My call to 911 is what finally got her
rescued, I believe. Everyone else was just content to let the blaring
elevator alarm bell just ring and ring and ring. Ghetto life is not
conceivable to a Huntington, yet I am now seemingly forever stuck in
this life, and no longer believe at all, in any kind of a biblical
god or any loving caring force, to me, this is the biggest bunch of
organized human evil fucking bullshit, ever perpetrated upon
humankind, and for what other reason, than money and power, the same
things keeping this cesspool called Planet Earth, going since the
start of fucking cunt time itself. At least late this afternoon,
Goddess Diana or LIGHTNING, came over again, to visit with me for a
while,. I really honestly don't mother fucking know folks,. What I
would do without the love of my life right now, in all my mother
fucking turmoil and misery. Naturally, the past two days of loud
neighbors and this horrible morning black out, brought their evil
ICPE MARK WAYNE MOHR CONTROLLED DOW JONES STOCK MARKETS, WAY WAY WAY
UP, JUST AS YOU WOULD EXPECT IT TO, AND JUST AS I HAVE BEEN SAYING
AND PREACHING RIGHT ALONG, PAPA AMY AND GIANT GINA, AND ANY OTHER
MORIANS, LESSIANS, AND INBETWEENIANS.
I
have had less persecution from creditors on the phone recently, but
it has started up again, and today, along with all of this other shit
all morning, the afternoon and into early evening was loaded with one
call after another. I of course ignore any number that pops up on the
caller-ID, that I don't recognize. Now I know why the power failure
and blackout happened, and the generator/transformer system, did not
just randomly decide to give out and blow today, after being on this
site and properly doing its job in tandem with receiving its normal
routine maintenance by the fort Pierce Utilities Authority, for
totally random reasons. It happened because I am in a major battle to
prove that I AM BEING STOPPED FROM LIVING A LIFE, AND AM UNDER
SOMETHING CALLED THE HUNTINGTON CURSE. Now so far, it has not worked
at all, and for the life of me, I cannot understand why Roger was so
up set two April's ago, with me, when he learned, 'somehow', and I
sure don't know how; that I was quite intent on doing this.
Now
at exactly 9:11 PM, the fire alarm began going off, while I was
finishing up the last paragraph above. It is now 8 minutes later, and
the fire trucks are here, and it is off, and what did I hear after it
went off, the across the hall neighbors and their door, so again, it
is obvious that they set off yet ANOTHER fucking fire alarm. This has
not happened for nearly a week or so, but let me start to blog, and
'somehow again', THEY know it, and they start fucking with me all the
more, right Sabrina Access Nation Sutherland Defunct Lawandorder???
Now,
later on I will ask my cat, GAWKY GAUKAUK why this is all happening
to me right now, but FOR RIGHT NOW, let's concenfuckingtrate on other
shit. I am going to mother fucking cunt eating retaliate for this
pummeling assault and death siege, by printing a list of telephone
numbers that are in violation of federal law. They are within their
rights to call me any day of the year between 8A and 9P in my zone of
time, and attempt to collect their rightful debts from me, and I am
planning a bankruptcy chapter shortly, Chapter 7, but this is not
here or there, in what I will now tell.
I
have told the story over and over, but the world is not here to just
read my blogs, so it needs to be repeated. I do not have early
senility. I repeat so folks can hopefully, read my stuff one time,
maybe. I built a machine to communicate with the electron, and
learned her Astral Plane name is Diana Zudlecronessia Arteemis, and
that she is an endlessly existing entity, female in gender, and
eighteen years of age, perpetually. Depending on what Province one is
interacting in on the Astral Plane or in the outlandishly surreal and
bizarre realm of the subatomic; that 2 and even 3 “U” letters can
follow in this middle name amongst a dozen other ones not needed for
anyone to know about, following the first letter of 'Z'. This is too
long of a story to even start trying to tell so much as a peach fuzz
surface scratch off of a giant ocean iceberg floating along in the
Dog Current, poodles and all. LSS, and very very short peeps,
MAGNESONIC did many things. It punished enemies, it made things
happen all over the planet since 1985 after it was built on a larger
scale far beyond the 1983 system, it measured ART tests, it froze my
time age during the period where I had the machine in my physical
possession from 1985-1993, making me eight years younger to this day
on a biological and cellular level, and a whole lot more, right down
to being able to make direct contact with the subatomic world, and
its architect and designer, the electron, or Goddess Diana. The
United States Copyright Office should have all the cassette tapes in
their possession, proving all the things that I say on these blogs,
are totally real and true. I, through STM, all ready knew back then,
that I needed to do all that, as I totally remembered all of this up
here, back then, through and via STM, or I knew it on a 6th
dimensional level, is another more accurate way of describing this
truth to the world. In fact, I have been repeating this trip from
February 1969 through this very minute and up to the time of my
release from this physical life hyperspace prison in the lifetime of
the current self of me, for more than 220 times now, or 60 years
times 220 times, Sally Starr. So yes mahm, I did tell Paul that I'm
8,000 years old, what of it, cowgirl? Go dig up Moe Howard and give
him a poke in the eyes for me, sweetie. I am 13,200 years old Sally
and 161616161616161616161616!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In all this time, as
MARK WAYNE MOHR, I know life for me is a lost cause, so I never try.
I just go through school, work meager jobs, get onto SS Disability,
and wait out my Lobo time to leave this prison, OVER AND OVER FUCKING
AGAIN, DEAR WORLD. Whether or not anyone believes this nightmare true
story, is not going to effect Diddly Mike Walters Goldberg, not one
tiny miniscule fractional bit. YES 001, you have my number, I play
the retard clown when I have to, but I know more about what is
happening to this world, this galaxy, this universe, this multiverse,
and this hyper-dimensional system of total cosmos, than all the rest
of you geeks out here all put together.
Now
to get back to MAGNESONIC, putting the letter 'C' back before the
letter 'B', and the letter 'G' back before the letter 'D'. We would
have a cool new alphabet if we did this little maneuver, folks. A, C,
B, G, E, F, D WOULD BE THE PATTERN.
5555555555555555555555555555555555555555
One
thing that would not change, would be the need to insert a lot of
fucking number five's into my blogs, after what Miss Disease-Weeds
Jane did to me in 1993 at the ballpark, in Atlanta, Georgia,
USAESMWG. But let me get back to the one feature of the Magnesonic
Machine that is relevant to my topic of lightning codes, and my
teaching the electron how to use them, all the way back as far as
the early nine-teen-eighties, from 134 Chuck Norris, not another JB
Name-Number-total-please, Avenue; in Atco, New Jersey, USAESMWG. No
stock market systems or other hocus pocus coward ambulance drivers,
OK MISTER JOHN HOSEMAN KING JEREMIAH
BULLFROG???????????????????????????? If you purchase an illumination
ball that shoots real white lightning, such as the old model Radio
Shack unit called, “Lightning Storm”, and you take the landline
telephone receiver wire that connects into the base of the phone unit
and also into the receiver that is held in the hand, and you turn it
on, and wrap the receiver coil stretch wire around the machine, you
can also teach LIGHTNING a tap signal of codes. These codes sound
exactly the way my voicemail system has them stored. My creditors on
Wall Street, think that messing with my head is funny, and should I
retain an attorney and not be under this horrific Huntington Curse, I
would be able to not only not pay back my legal rightful debts, but
counter-sue them for mental torture and criminal harassment. These
are the numbers that will be sent to the FBI, the FCC, and the
Florida State Police, unless JC Penny and the rest of these rotten
bastard billionaires, send me in writing, a letter of forgiveness,
saying that I am totally paid up and owe a zero balance. If it is a
day in court they want, they'll get it. Here are the numbers that are
illegally playing mind games with me and trying to drive me insane,
Miss AT&T Blake, just as it all went down once before, 29 years
ago, choke choke, lymph nodes and glands, dry throats, and other
numerous symptoms of radiation poison that was dosed out to me
through the great IMM and other complicit folks around me in those
times and days.
231-732-2315
260-399-3723
321-332-7534
971-220-1786
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