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MORIANITY-PROJECT
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SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“MORIANITY
FOUNDATION MEETS MORGAN FREEMAN”
©
2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR OF HAMMONTON, NJ
VOLUNTARILY
SWORN OATH OF TRUTH, TAKEN NOW BY ME
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
Lads,
Lassies, Labbers, and Lab Dogs, this will tell a few things, and also
admit that I am very open to any and all new suggestions about why I
may be in the hell and the mess, that I most certainly am in.
First,
somebody is altering my documents, FBI, someone is into my computer,
so far the changes are dates that blogs were documented to be written
on when not written over numerous broken periods and differing times
which in those cases, are called Supplemental Entries. Also, after a
number, the number might be altered cleverly so that I would not
catch it easily, and instead of a decimal point such as say 62.74%,
it was altered when I went to reread it, as 62,74% a period altered
to a comma, making the number worthless and laughable. But then,
someone or Priceline thing, Captain Upinflames, has been laughing at
me, and hurting me; for nearly 58 mother fucking years now, and I'm
sick and fucking cunt tired of this dam shit at the speed of light
squared, at any of the four Hammonton, New Jersey car kicker Shannon
Wal-Mart corners in parallel universe reality. Before moving on and
getting a lot more specific about this topic, and open up the doors
leading into long hallways that contain other major topics, let me
just add in here, that my crude, lewd, uncouth, loud, and filthy
roach neighbors, from across the hall and their guessing-name-GUESTS,
or one of them, or WHATEVER 1975 Bob Andres old pal from Pileggi's
Music Band; are again quite annoying this entire week since the
weekend, and all though not super terrible, they are quite naturally,
annoying the fucking cunt shit of me with their hall-hollering, door
slamming, toddler screaming, and more. I don't blame them, I blame
their mothers. They are the ones who responsible for bringing these
trash up, with no manners, no consideration for other folk, and just
no breeding and basic barn life style rearing, and perhaps they knew
no better at all, but these nonetheless, are who I blame for the
absurd and rotten crumby behavior of these twisted diseased skunk
weeds over there, that not only annoy me continually, but have
brought me an entire infestation of cock roaches, and somehow have
influenced or paid off my building authorities to do nothing to help
me, no extermination, 'no nothing' as the great Diana yelled over the
phone to me in May of 1983 while hanging up.
I
went up to Hutchinson Island South Beach, yesterday, to see my friend
Mikey. Not Mickey, who was that wonderful transdimensional lifeguard
who knocked me around and put lots of soap in my eyes, roughing me up
in the showers of Haddonwood Swimming Club in late 1995 or early into
1996 somewhere. But then, a lot of powerful stuff goes down all over
transdimensional Haddonwood, on Route 47, in Deptford, New Jersey, so
what else is new, same old shit on a different day? (SOSO-WEIN-SSDD)
can be used for a shortened abbreviation.
I
need to talk about future beings who are amongst us. They are
normally, but not always, much taller, much physically stronger, and
much more superior to us here in the present time all the way around,
their senses, their intelligence, the whole smack and smear. This is
however because two things are possible in the future, but not just
any future, and more about this will also be said, if not on this
blog, then on one soon to follow. These are fully functional
androids, sexually as well, right down to the ability, and don't
fucking laugh at me; of reproduction. None of this however is the
real point for the blog today, but I need to tell that I have
encountered my share of these superior android beings, I can see why
many who also encountered them in the days of Christ and before that
as well, as Angels from Heaven. They are in a sense, from the
HEAVENS, and they are CREATED BEINGS, at a certain point, able to
create themselves, first in the lab, and eventually, in bed just like
you and I do, huh Vicki Callio and Jim Burr? We had this old
discussion in 1975, and many others, Know-It-All Jimmy, and if you
are still here amongst the waking world in your Jim Burr life, and
all though “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER” eventually as we all do,
into other more real and larger and truer existences, in truth, you
are there right now anyway, and need not cross over, or fuck around,
with either Professor Jackson from his great city up in north Florida
recently hit by a bad storm, or the mighty self righteous, pompous
ass and ultimate egotist, Shorty Qualmar Bassler MacInvondi. Yes my
final YOUTUBE song will be posted as soon as I can raise the money to
pay my engineer, perhaps after the summer time or in that range,
“YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”, hay don't play dumb with me United
States Copyright Office, you had to have known that this song was
coming, give me a break Marge Leo of Woodbury Heights, in New Jersey,
YO. Before I give too much away, including any great fish or small
ones, from my quite bountiful life-long catch, let me just move
things along again, for right now, like DUH and Hyundai
cars!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
is an old saying, and I even heard it on one of the great “Law &
Order” television shows, that goes, “All Poodles are dogs, but
not all dogs are poodles”. This has a lot of power when taken, and
referenced up with parallel event and cause and effect, and both of
their involuntary participation with the covert realms of the
sub-atomic and the quantum. Cause and effect is as it implies, A
event is cause, it thus causes the B event, it effects it, A effects
B, in other words, and concentrically, B does not effect A, except in
relative antimatter or black space direction of running time,
relative to the matter-white. We harped on this considerably a few
blogs back, with the telling more about my using ordinary playing
card decks, as prediction tools that go into practical and virtually
unlimited potential uses, providing it is always asking to make a
prediction that has a precise odds chance of 50/50. Now parallel
event technology, as I dubbed this in the nineteen-eighties, and
later showed the applications of this to a 'U of P' Professor named
Deturch, in 1992, while renting a home on route 561, in Gibbsboro, in
New Jersey, from the mother of a state police officer, Misses Meeker;
of the great Meeker Speaker story of Egg Harbor Mob Hits and Drug
Dealer Squealers and Diners with waitresses telling all about it,
causing a strange frightening large man to begin following my mother
and myself all around three counties, and terrorizing us and
threatening to kill the both of us, on the 2nd afternoon
in August, in 1996, ten years to the very day that I ran into my ''
in New york City, and not ever knowing that she was my '' for another
22-23 years until the very late twenty-ohs. Only five peeps alive in
the milky Way Galaxy here in this time period 4th
dimensionally, know some really powerful connections to how I got
myself into a lot of huge messes, and just as the great preacher said
the other night on his network ministry, it seems that any kind of
sexual lust and deed that is outside of the institution of marriage,
causes years and even a lifetime, of powerful after effects, and many
regrets and never let us forget, built in direct punishments, with
diseases being only a very small part of this so-called spiritual
retribution. You rock, Crefflo Dollar. PREACH IT
BROTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, not only did a powerful
force from the other side of some worm hole right here in this
universe, take a vested interest in my not writing this song about
their ALL MIGHTY GODDESS, SARAH-STACEY-KRASSLE, builder of the
wormhole as well as the subatomic exchange device, not to be confused
with an equivalent from here in our universe in the human year of
1985, derived from the word SED, “Signal energy Dots”, but these
are indeed related on a high scientific level that is just much too
complicated to even try and tackle today; but yes, I was all ready in
this mindset in my HADDONWOOD DAYS, from the date that I joined on
June the 27th right up until about the 10th of
August give or take a few days either way, when the place
mysteriously closed down on a dime, no explanation ever giver, nor is
really known about, not to this very day in the life of East Wing
hyper-room Gerard Colinwood Styles, of the world of so many dark
shadows everywhere, in 1969-1971, “WOW”!!! Can thiongs like all
of this REALLY just happen by pure chance. Without excepting as total
truth, the surreal and mind bending realm of Quantum Mechanics, an
unequivacal and resounding NO is the proper response to this query,
with or without any ART tests and CARDDECKS. But WITH this factored
in, a resounding positive and absolute YES would come to be the
truth. With an unlimited multiverse that springs daughter-universes
into existence forever and ever, looping around into a beyond
calculatable due to sheer gargantualism to the upper curves from the
6th realm or MIND DIMENSION, being the only true barrier
that contains this otherwise endless spawning of TRUE COSMOS. But no,
all infinities are limited beneath a higher dimensional curving, this
is an intransmutable reality of the LAWTRON, or the 7th
dimensional lawtronics, the combined soul consciousness of all of us,
or in an ultimate singularity at void infinity. This state and
condition remains unalterabvle. We ARE THERE, we simply exist at this
VOID. Thus we get bored tro total tears, and start dreaming out and
away from this in a priocess called SPACE-TIME-MIND, after first
agreeing to the rules to be used and followed in all of this
dream-out, and then create the lower MIND beneath it, next. Then this
mind sends these signal dot energy parts, or ASAPS, down lower still
into the magical mystical realm of the 5th dfimkensional
hyperspace or the multiverse. I knew all this as far back as the
first 2 and 3 years of the noneteen-nineties, bnut it was so painful
to me to carry this powerfyul truth around with me 24-7-365.2422
night and day, that I blocked it out, something I have been a bit
gfamous for the world over, since the spring and summer time in the
year of 1970, with the powerful Swedish student teacher, that lovely
21 year old buxxom blond beauty queen goddess, who had the phycsical
strength of tebn men, and obviousnly now in hindsight, P-12 Pluto
Jason Forrest and all, I know was no more than a SEND BACK DROID,
with the purpose of doing just exactly what was in fact done,
teaching my mind to control-forget, so that I could sort of use this
as my own sort of very private hypnotherapy and post hypnotic
suggestion system; and this is exactly what I have been doing for
close to four and a quarter decades of time now, in my waking human
material existence right here, as 'MARK WAYNE MOHR OF HAMMONTON, NEW
JERSEY', yes, GOOGLE that exact thing up. I did not have any part of
that website, nor did I make any of those comments, nor did I ever
title any of my tapes or music projects, or even imply such a title,
as they claim I did, “THE MEANING OF LIFE”. I vehemently deny
this in any court of law and make this posted legal binding oath
right now that attests to this sworn oath right here and now. Yes
Atlantic City's great North Inlet Shore, was literally covered and
bombarded during the time of my great search and quest to locate the
All Mighty Sarah Krassle, from 1996-1998, with VC license plates on
the New Jersey Automobile registration system, I could not escape
Victoria Callio and her initial plates of VC, VC, VC, VC, and even ob
typing keyboards, look at the bottom row, and the left most two keys
right above the SPAVE BAR, space as in OUTER SPACE or the
'expansion', lies the two magical letters, right next to each other,
the V and the C. Then the other two Jim Burr initials straight from
hell are close by, and almost seem to be there to show how ultra
powerful fields of electromagnetism do in fact warp and bend the
fabric of Einstein's SPACE TIME. But without receiving all of the
needed signals from the 6th dimension of the MIND REALM,
into my brain receiver, or my 'BREK' for short, this quantum
observation would not exist right now first, then secondly, it would
never have formed any of my connections to these signals being sent
into our electromagnetic magnetosphere high above the clouds of this
planet, where from there, these dots of unknown mind energies, find
their ways into each individual in this cosmic collective, based on
the exact speed in which individuality is processing the space speed
of personal mass reception, varying from about 375 to 425 instants
per minute. This variance makes all of us unique, creating a
personality, so that even if we processed equal life stimulus, our
reactions to this equality of input, would still therefore vary
tremendously over time, in personal individual output. Yes, go around
the little keys with your fingernail, from the J to the B, Jim Burr,
Jim Batches, Jeremiah Burke, John Burns, and so many more nice lovely
folks from my wonderful and fabulous past. Space bars, and then bent
space-time, wow, the KING of symbolization, if ever there was such a
thing, and no further away than my fingers now doing this blog on a
PC word document office program, did I say a Political Correctness
machine, as hay, it is no longer politically correct or acceptable,
to live on Earth, and not be somewhat fluent in the Personal
Computer. I wonder if my '' mother agrees with that, or ever sang
along with either my Aunt, or Howard's old buddy from his days with
Fats Domino? In any event, many initials are very powerful symbolic
story tellers in my life. DS, Dark Shadows, Donna Summer the late and
great,Diddly Shit Mike Walters from RPL, and these lists could type
on for hours and hours, trust me folks, all bad and racist jokes from
hill top areas of Jersey with great views of Philly-57 skylines, and
certain rotten lying realtors of 1986 and 1987, all totally fully
notwithstanding.
I
have a lot of work ahead of me, and I've opened up a dozen doors that
will lead to very long and dusty halls that I need to take my readers
into and show some powerful reality about. If you follow me through
this dusty long manor my peeps, you will not be the same person you
were as you leave, from when you entered. It will either have
profound effects on you, or you'll be hearing the voice of mister
Carter in your wild and never to be forgotten 'dreams', telling you
that YOU ARE DEAD, or in more honesty, confirming what you just
attested to by making this horrendous claim. I say a word like
horrendous not that death is not beautiful and peaceful, and the end
of all your cares abnd woes, that is if it was not some phony hoax ad
was real, which it isn't; any more than you are really alive either;
but what I meant is a lot simpler. So now, you meditate on it, and
then you come to your own personal and private conclusions, as they
are right there, but different for anyone of you that may be reading
this blog. I will try and focus on one topic of the twelve or so that
I have just oopened up a little on over the past several blogs, and
then really tell a lot of heavy stuff, my friends and my fiends out
here. I love all my loyal Morians with all the strength that I can
muster, General U. Grant, so please, enough with the drinking old
pal, we have a war to win and you need to sober up and get Lincoln to
give you a command. I have a kid who will get really mad at me if
things quantum out through other unobserved possibility slit codes,
so I'm watching you Ulysses, sir. BANG BANG, Eddie
Green!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Goddess speed, everyone, that is, except
for WOMOTAMM who wishes me nothing but an endless vicious horrific
HUNTINGTON CURSE!!!! Hay, I can take a few Jesus cups, but this
flogging and scourging is off all scales, dials, knobs, and
conceivability. “WOW”
Let
me wrap up the warp lessons for today and save PEE JUNIOR, and her
great digital teleportation invention, for other times and blogs,
folks. There are many sciences that none of you GET YET, Morgan old
pal, so keep plugging away, and maybe in about 150 years or so, boom,
there it is, all along.
END TRANSMISSION,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
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