SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0330
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2295
THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE
MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT
CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG
SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“TWO
STRAIGHT WEEKS OF CHEMTRAIL SIEGE, U-TB”
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OF MOUNTAINPEN
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MARK
WAYNE MOHR/MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN
This
is legally sworn truth, and an oath voluntarily
taken
by me, the writer of these blogs. All statements
and
words are totally the absolute truth, with no omissions or additions
whatsoever in any way.
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For
two straight weeks now, my area and FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED
STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY-WAY-GALAXY, (FPFLUSAESMWG), HAS
EXPERIENCED A MAJOR JET FUME POISONOUS GAS ATTACK ON THIS ENTIRE
AREA. Basically, Fort Pierce, Florida is approximately a fifty square
mile area that is just about a perfect land square. It began on
Saturday, this Saturday being the two week fucking anniversary of
this horrendous nightmare, one of which I have seen nothing like here
ever, close but this totally takes all of the mother fucking ass
cakes, so believe that peeps, YO. Planes are also quite loud and
flying, not the large typical passenger planes, but many smaller
private types such as big money peeps with their corporate twin
engine Piper and Cessna types, as well as even larger private model
types, and to put it extremely politely, little baby eels and all
from the start of the eighties; the sky siege around me is off all
scales and all dials, and it is as though some gigantic thing is
being planned by the Bohemian Club bastards, or the Masons, or some
powerful world owning and dominating global all mighty power made up
of tremendously covert secret societies, and it is along biblical
lines, and then there is the year number, huh Mister Nostradamus? Let
me assure you of two mother fucking big ass things folks, right here
and right now, tapped out or not!!!!!!!!!!!! The world will not end
late this December, any more than it was supposed to according to the
mighty Doctor Initialed Huntington Curse from KALIFORNIA, Tahren
Gandhi, back in either 2011's May 21, or its October 21, pathetic,
totally pathetic; all this doomsday crap. I have had to endure this
fucking pathetic shit since the beginning of human kind history on
this measly and puny planet. I am not sure if I'm more sick of
hearing these prophecies of BULLSHIT, or the persecution and endless
harassment that I receive from the gods of the air and the sky, as is
mentioned powerfully in biblical and scriptural accounts, and IS
REAL, because I am living in this hell, and have been since August of
1986. I KNOW JUST HOW FUCKING TRUE THIS ALL REALLY IS. Yes peeps of
Planet Earth, I do know what IS-REAL, symbolism and fucking all,
DUH!!!!!!!!!!!! So let us all now talk for a while about what really
IS-REAL, because the great and All Mighty SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH
KRASSLE, is indeed very involved or so it seems with all of us in
this tremendous game of HERS called creation, and what has followed
after that.
First,
the only way to properly move this along despite no one knowing what
I am talking about in the smallest way except perhaps for a dozen
minds such as Steven Hawking, and the late Sagan and Einstein. All of
everything that is being kept secret and hushed up, has to do with a
term that I gave to the internet blog world back as the past decade
of this century was closing out, EXPLORATRONICS, and dared to make
mention of the ES, or the Exploratronic-Supermind; that is sort of a
group of several groups of connected up folks; but not as in secret
societies, and orders; or any type of clubs, existing totally online,
mechanically and electronically, through and by way of the internet;
but through taking the information mentioned in the works of the
great father of the New Age itself or so recognized as this by many
persons, Carlos Castaneda; to a level that is fully and nearly
inconceivably, quantum jumps ahead of what you will find in these
great books, because his “DREAM-GROUPS” operate in a mind set of
three-dimensional reality, when what they are doing by its very
nature is totally 5th-dimensional, so see how amazing the power of
human world waking brain illusion is, and how it controls us all to
the point where as close as we ever appear to come to something
gargantuan; we then tend for whatever reasons, to take a few giant
steps backward, and nullify the entire power that is behind the goal.
Last
night my body was asleep in bed, while I was exploring hyperspace. No
big deal, and you also were doing this; but the awareness to the
truth about all of this is what separates the many times told story
by me, of the 'gold hidden in the attic home' hypothetical example, I
mean really; if you do not know something, it is pointless. If you go
your entire life without doing something or saying something or
knowing something, verses the opposite; this is just about the
greatest and most powerful diametrically opposed maximum
hyperspace-effect, that is possible in the entire fifth dimension.
Enemies
want powerful secrets out, so I will just open up this can of worms
that has their names on their funerals all over them, the tiniest
little bit today. We can always do a James Rockford, and slowly peel
the can back farther and farther, and watch those worms just start to
really ooze out later on; but for now; let me start to mortally wound
this fucking twisted diseased WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, and its wonderful
god of theirs, Mister Anton Levee, SATAN, or APOLLO-LUCIFER, or
Florida Lottery Controller of the recent HA-HA-HA days,
sheeeeeeeeeeit, I am so totally fucking onto you, twin BRO of Diana.
You are a total loser Lenny McKannon, you mop swinging ding dong. In
similar ways, you remind me of a dude who I saw on television just
last night on the show called, “America's Most Wanted”, and you
know I don't watch talent shows and despise the entertainment world.
No, this is something pertaining to criminal justice, oh you loser,
just like that other loser, but you're both totally fucking ass
dangerous, and I have my dam eyes out for you,
BOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
will not be long, as I said, I am opening this shit up a crack at a
time, and this blog of today is the part where you hear the hermetic
seal sound being popped, and I can get off thinking about that
gorgeous girl from Sweden, with long lovely yellow hair, twenty-one
years of age, with ten times my physical strength, that day in
Haddonfield, New Jersey; in March of nineteen-seventy, in the art
room at school. Oh may the gods of the 'Woods Test Pressings' be
dammed in the lake of fucking fire, Donna Adrian Gaines, or so says
your still existing “white boy”, huh? Oh well, another laugh for
the United States W13DC © Office, sheeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!
Obviously,
nobody in the entire Washcloth Family, and with many symbolic things
all notwithstanding here; has any supernatural ability. But pumping
this all up into the 5th dimension, another Sarah-Stacey
Krassle, or really, another part of her larger-dimensional true self
in the Physical Plane counterpart waking worlds; obviously has done
similar things in this parallel universe, and has taught a lot of us,
in varying ways, these huge exploratronic methods and secrets of the
ages, known only by perhaps the smallest number of wizards and
sorcerers of all of 5th dimensional history. In the
universe that I'm typing this blog and appear to be awake in right
now, she used a person to appear at an office one day where my mother
was working, going by the name of Patricia Hollister. This girl made
sure that a series of events would then go onto transpire over
several years, so that no one could possibly get their suspicions up
of anything being planned over great periods of time and distance;
and before she eventually faded away and left the office to marry a
look-alike man or total twin to a dude that she had fallen in love
with from an office, over in a twin building in Philadelphia, all of
these things being unfathomably powerful clues to hyperspace effects,
such as names of schools, and dreams for no reason about them; and on
and on I could go, but yes folks; all of this is total proof of
'CONTROLLED HYPERSPACE ACTIVITY AND EFFECT'. Now let me take this one
step further before closing out for this day of hell and death
fucking siege. The original all powerful controller of the Wildwood
Press folded up, the flashing strobing light, the hotel
phone-clock-heater in Boston, my high school in 1968 right before the
time I left there to attend the school in Haddonfield, all of the
incredible exploratronic things done by anyone such as Paula King,
Robert McGuire, all the shit being covered up in Atlantic City all of
these years, and on and on and on I could go literally and virtually
forever peeps; this is all because in one of the 5th
dimensional parts of SSJKK's human current incarnated self; she is
doing all of this, and doing it 5th dimensionally, just as
here, last night; the Atlantic Ocean came to me, took form, and made
passionate love to me for millions of years; and then in the wink of
an eye, I am back here, 'awake' as though it never even happened. The
Sidewalk Scientists know the hidden cosmic truths however, all of
them. They know why it works as it does, as far as SPACE-TIME-MIND
(STM), known in the dark ages of the present as merely Space-Time.
Still, without being a HERO, we can all see that my genius kid knows
this powerful bunch of secrets and truths right here, at least on
some level of her true all encompassing fifth dimensional self. This
is all I want to say for today, but much more is coming, so be
freaking braced folks.
I
wonder why the radar buzzed only two times? I do not wonder however
why there were three tapes. That is obvious to a single digit IQ wall
roach; phone lines connected or not. TEE-HEE Lilly, maybe we can
pretend it is 2001 and Easter Sunday; and do it all over again with
flashing lovely lights at Raynard Run, huh Mister Provenzono? There
are huge GAWNUM things that also will be told on upcoming blogs, and
heads will start to roll, and so will the fucking weather; and this
all is just around the mother fucking corner. 'MMMMMMMMM'.
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