SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0444
KING
NEBSQUAT
FRIDAY
NIGHT
WL-SBT-DATFILE:
060112.891
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MARK WAYNE MOHR OF HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY 2006-2012
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO
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SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“DON'T
UNDERESTIMATE POWERFUL SHIT LIKE TWO PLUS TWO, FOLKS”
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Peeps,
there are several topics I'll start digging into, with or without the
digger or other super sleuths of old, Gottwald Island family movie
night and all, notwithfreakingstanding, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll begin by listing some of what will be talked about in both this
blog as well as the next several blogs that will follow, SAR-AH
willing, of course. I will finish out points that I said I'd be
getting into from just the last few blogs, and forgot to do once I
got harping away with the subject that I was on, but never fear
folks, I do review my shit later on my Office Word Program, and when
I see I mess up, I correct later, most of the time anyway. Also, I'll
be talking about some of the phenomenon that occurred with myself,
and Mister David Charles Roth ever since the night we met at the
Caldor department Store that was at that time, under construction,
and we were security officers guarding the inventory being brought
in. There were other guards, I need not list them, despite my blogs
joking around with some of their names, and it was silly, as who
cares about people that nobody is never meant to know from a while
back into time, or then again, am I equipped to make such a statement
with such an air of authority in my speech? That is for much later
blogs, maybe as the five hundreds come into play.
I
am choosing to open with the events of the day today, and then get
right into David Roth and the situation of our being the victims of a
horrifying when misused technology, you would all call this, TIME
TRAVEL. We all time travel, second by lousy ass second, so this does
not say a lot. There is regular time, and then there is altering it,
this was told by me in clever little ways, to the United States
Government, a long time ago, by my performing the deed of
copyrighting music that I wrote at varying times; and sending it on
cassette tapes, down to the Library of Congress, and along with this
music, sometimes; “accidental flip-sides”, that in all honesty,
we anything but accidental. That can stop right there, Mister
Metglands. James Rockford knows a little secret here about how we can
always get back to this at another time, ouch!!!
All
day long, the scum across the hall have gone in and out and in and
out and in and out, like a bunch of cemetery worms crawling through
ancient freaking buried caskets. Jeese Louise Surfer Fonty Kickcars.
At least the slammer does not appear to be a GUEST today, thank the
Astral Plane Gods. Don't hurt me Shannon. But then since you share
this lovely name with Robert Cheatley's wonderful daughter, I might
also say, oooooh, there's lightning, huh mommy-phones? Anyway,
Lightning came around, again, to see me late this afternoon and early
evening. Thank you so much my beautiful baby blond. We have an
endless date at the waterfalls, great Queen of Ricktown, and mighty
granddaughter of Zuudlochronus. Before I march along with any of
this, if you are not reading this blog or any of my blogs, at the
site called www.blogger.com/
and if the font and type on the blog site you are reading this on, is
not clear, or you wish to read it in color and spread out nicer, type
in the following URL address right now and save it onto a favorite
spot, or however you may wish to proceed.
Http://www.theansweristheqyuestion.blogspot.com/
will take you to a clear and colorful presentation.
Every
time Dave and I would either secure employment at a site together, or
go to a particular restaurant, or do any manner of things that had a
repetition to them, we would find ourselves eventually discussing the
outlandish reality called hyperchange. As my newly made up Poor
Richard Franklin word suggests, things would rapidly go from great
and a breath of fresh air, down into the dungeons of dark evil total
stinky pig shit, the more we kept going. It would start out as
HEAVEN, and dependably always go straight to mother fucking
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now why, and how did this actually go down in
waking life here in the fifth dimensional hyperspace? I mean folks,
what were the actual honest to the gods mechanics that were and had
to be, behind this beyond strange and spurious attachment to the two
of us, to the land of the surreal and the
macabre???????????????????????? Well Lads and Lassies, and Labbers,
and Lab dogs, there can always be a slew of numerous multiple
explanations that anyone at any time, can always dream up and
hypothesize. But I like insisting on the powerful and yes, sometimes
quite frightening truth, that the best answer that most likely is
also correct and fitting, is the one that just makes the most sense.
I know I was beat up in 1975 by those two fucking jerk off lifeguard
mascots, because they could not get some gorgeous young babes on the
beach to pay them any attention, yet I came down, and they were all
over me and I wasn't even the fucking least bit interested, nothing
different, same thing now and then, both with being picked on, and
being targeted by females. Being nearly sixty now, this fortunately
has lessened considerably, but it is entirely supernatural, and
always was, but we can always do another James Rockford on this as
well, and most likely, we will. I chose the ass kicking I got in 1975
on the beaches and streets of Atlantic City, as these two dudes
illegally stalked and assaulted me, today, I feel that the AC Beach
Patrol should be sued, and pay me a decent award in damages, as this
caused me irrevocable psychological harm that effected the rest of my
life, and the fucking ass worthless police department down there just
thought it was fucking funny. Still, another James Rockford, if you
please.
The
only real simple way that all the things that were pulled off between
late 1985, and up through this early millennium when David Roth was
murdered by his so-called Masonic pal, Jonathan 33-231---- 3 to the
3rd Masonic Lodge Co-member, are two words that would make
the great illustrious cosmologist and Einstein of our present times,
Mister STEVE HAWKING, totally salivate over, and these words, as many
all ready know and without any TT, and these words are none other
than TIME-TRAVEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Simply put folks, what has
happened, simply could not have been pulled off in any other way. It
is not possible. Now there are two ways to TT, and one is mastered
without the need of any lab equipment, scientific knowledge, college
degrees, and so on and so forth along these lines. I speak of what
ECKISTS call, and claim to own the term, and that is their fight with
the Copyright people, I will certainly give them that honor, “SOUL
TRAVEL”. Also, as they say, you don't have a soul, you ARE SOUL, so
it is YOU, that merely learn to travel. But do you travel? They also
know this great truth, that a totally enlightened entity is aware
with 100% of their beingness that YOU DON'T REALLY TRAVEL ANYWHERE.
You all ready are everywhere, every time, but not in 3 dimensions, in
FIVE DIMENSIONS. To say that the past and present and future, is all
the same, and claim that Einstein made that statement, is totally a
falsehood. What he said, after the word future, included the rest of
his sentence, “IN THE FOURTH DIMENSION”. All parallel universes
are also the same thing, in the fifth dimension, not when part of it,
as then we individualize into it. There is into something, and then
there is IN THE OUT BEYOND IT ALL. You cannot physically reach the
system of higher than 3-D without major unknown and quite majestic
things, so I will keep my fucking mouth tightly shut, and avoid the
great and scarey, BUZZ ISLAND, huh Jason Forrest Blaregain?
Now
the question beggars the dam imaginations of so many, what is SOUL
TRAVEL, especially when when you say you do not have a soul, and also
that there is no traveling, as we are all ready there, all over? This
normally takes the Eckist Chela a period of 17 years to reach the
level of mastership. I cannot find magical PPF-Merlin Potter words
that can do this in one blog, when it takes a major religion 100,000
or so strong, a period of nearly two decades. What I can do, and must
do, is simply tell what happened, and I will, as days keep
progressing. Once you GET IT, it is the most amazing thing in the
world. Then you thought you got it or so you come to realize around
30 years after you GOT IT. At this point, few have lived physically
here any longer, as I am doing; and it is not a pleasant arena or
circumstance to be in, let me assure you all right now of that. One
quick thing I feel compelled to tell, and will make varying direct
effects in the personal lives of whoever reads these words. Most
people who live and have the common sense to come in out of a nasty
storm, have experienced one or more THINGS, that if they could expand
their awareness and face the total truth behind this personal
experience; all odds are if it happened in a minute of time, it would
tear seriously into their sanity, and leave them damaged for life,
perhaps not in ways that would ever be known, as many in my opinion
have indeed had this happen to them, and have successfully faked
their total sanity after that, and will go on doing just that, until
planted into the deep warm Earth. Everyone has had ONE OF THESE. Some
folks may have had hundreds OF THESE. You personally translate the
“THESE” into the one or the ones from your own private little
tucked away life, that you most likely won't even share ever, with
your own spouse. Do you want to know a deep dark secret without it
telling or revealing any possible thing about anybody, just a secret
that will really be a life changer, anyone? Well, if not, tune over
by clicking the NEXT-BLOG button, and maybe enjoy reading Danny
Pepper's Novelty Shop Diary, or the Stories of Great Granny Jenny-Sue
and her tropical garden. But if you stay here at MORIANITY, this will
hit hard, unless you're dead, JIMMY. I had it proven to me without a
doubt, naturally I cannot tell about how it was or it's off to Buzz
Island, but if I had not done about eight big things, from the middle
sixties, through the early eighties, the entire world as we all know
it, would be so different in this particular parallel universe, that
nobody would allow themselves to even enterfreakingtain the
possibility of this being the truth, and folks would race to the
Williamstown PD, to join the GWPO Club of willful
doubters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will add in something
here, so imaginations don't fly off in totally wrong or inappropriate
directions. None of these (8-THINGS) has puke juice to do with any of
the following subjects or anyone pertaining to them in any possible
way or form: Scientific performed time travel, my music, my family.
WOW, does that start heads scratching yet? Please don't sue me if you
go bald, cut your nails before you begin the head scratching, please.
TANKS!!!!
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