SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0487
KING
PERSECUTED CURSED OLD SMELLSHOO
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO
BSNF:
“TALKING TO THE CAT, AGAIN, BUT MOTIONLESSLY”
©
2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR/MWM/MF-2/BOM
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2295
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DATE AND TIME FILE:
CH-0487-072412.110
NOT JULIA ROBIN WHITEHILL
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
Oh
yes, the Woodlynn, New Jersey section of the four hundred's of my
Safe Journal, strike again. So does some fairly major hell and shit
around me recently, starting right on cue with the early eighties,
yeah right, all a cosmic coincidence, SHORE IT IS, DOCK, PATENT IT
TOO if you like, GENERAL. General Insurance Company is back on a roll
with their fucking lizard ads running continuously, the scum bags,
hay Eddie,
SQUISHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why
get up in the dam morning if you can't squish some rotten reptiles?
What other possible reason can anyone have top even think about
waking up, Delmo Cifaloglio Park King Trump Phony??????????????????
My nabes are annoying, but not as bad as they used to be. Roaches are
like diamonds in a PH building, they're fucking forever. There is no
stopping it right Lightning my endless love, NO HOW, NO NOTHING.
Well, in any case, I need to thank my wonderful baby blond, she comes
around every single day and brings me spectacular colors and awesome
displays of fractal patterns that totally freaking blow my fragile
little unstable mind, all 5-D daughters. Well, maybe I am thinking
about time too much and am becoming a cesium atom or something, who
freaking knows for the sake of heaven? What I do know is
thissssssssssss, Mister ex life journal, YO. Somebody or something,
Captain butt-wipe Priceline knee go she ate whore, is messing with me
and my electronics, and it might be my wonderful Astral strobing
light, but I don't think she would be teasing me this much. Two
nights ago, I am trying to watch cable television via Comcast, and
someone fucks with the power level of the transmission on upper
channels. Now this night a day later, someone is fucking with all of
my channels, screwing them totally up and making watching television
impossible. If they do not correct the problem, watch and see if I
pay my mother fucking cable bill anywhere near on time, jit bags, or
at all, if this does not stop.
Let
me tell you before I tell the story of the talking beautiful black
cat, how to work the GAWNUM, for those who read my blogs, refuse to
archive or search keywords, and do not know how to get one of the 81
possible Private Cosmicoded Numbers or PCN's.
Everything,
that's EVERYTHING, HAS A PCN, WITHOUT EXCEPTION. But what is a PCN?
Well, I was told in a powerful 'dreaming interaction' back in 1980,
by a talking cat identifying himself as Gawky Gaukauk, just exactly
what this was all about, all though there may be a gap in my memory
the gods help me, as to what inspired this so called random dream in
the autumn of this marvelous year for magical creations. Without
further bull fucking shit, it is simple. Whatever language you use
based on the nation you were born with, and whatever your name was at
your birth, first name and last name, no other middle ones, this is
what you are stuck with until you DIE, as far as your very personal
PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER, (PCN). All things, words, numbers spelled
out, names, places, dates, groups of words, short or long sentences,
entire books, whatever, has words that equal a three digit number,
and there are only 81 possible PCN three digit numbers. To arrive at
a PCN, say the word CAT, nice and simple, this is all you need to do,
it is three simple steps, folks. First, how many letters are in the
word CAT? Well, I won't speak for you, but I count three. Now every
letter has a value number, as it exists in the alphabet of your
native tongue. If you were born in the United States, this means the
English language, with letters ranging from A-Z. A is 1, B is 2, C is
3, D is 4, all the way down to Z is 26. So in the word CAT, C is
value letter 3, A is value letter 1, and T is value letter 20. You
now add up a sum total. 3+1+20. I can't speak for you, but I add this
up to the sum total of 24. Now as is the case in all numerology,
numbers only range from 1-9, there are no zero digits, not in the
first two parts of these PCN's anyway. You always are only interested
in two things, and then the third thing is a very simple subtraction
process. Let me show you. Three letters are in the word CAT, so the
first digit is 3. No pretending it is not 3 but 43, you add the
digits together until you are left with only one single digit that is
between a one and a nine, but with the word “CAT”, we have a
three, and we keep a three. Now the second part of the PCN is a 20,
and is larger than nine, so we add up the two and the zero digits in
the 20, and we arrive at the sum total of 2. The third part of this
is just taking the smaller digit and subtracting it from the larger
digit. Do not alter the way the digits go, just subtract and make the
third digit in the PCN this amount. If both your first and your
second digit are the same number, then your third digit will be a
zero. For example, the name Julia White is PCN-110. 10 letters long
gives you a first digit of 1. The sum total value of
J-U-L-I-A-W-H-I-T-E after it is compressed down neurologically, is
also a 1. Then 1-1 equals 0, hence we get PCN-110. I am Mark Mohr,
PCN-871. Frank Callio Would be PCN-231, and so forth, heaven help me.
To see if things have a connectiveness with each other, cosmically,
you add the two PCN's together, such as Mark Mohr and Frank Callio or
871+231, and the total or the PCNT is 1102, the number of my
apartment at my final 1989-1991 stay at Robin Hill, of Voorhees, New
Jersey, Google up the place, it is wild, worse than when I lived
there on three separate occasions. There are also BRANCHCODES, where
you multiply the total and get the square root, and I will get into
all of that later, but for now, let me keep this lesson nice and
simple. So here we get a total of 1102. As long as there are at least
one digit in the PCNT or TOTAL of the two PNC's, from both of the
PCN's in the addition, both the 231 and the 871, as there is in 1102,
where numerous match outs occur, there is CC or Cosmic compatibility.
This doers not necessarily mean negative or positive compatibility,
merely that in the cosmos, a match up exists that makes a connection
between them. Frank Callio and I have major history. This does not
mean that a million other people in America with PCN-231 and I so
much as know each other exists on this planet. Still, the
connectiveness exists in quanta waves in so much as if indeed there
were a day where I would meet another Frank Callio in number, all
odds are, something would happen. Nothing is written in stone, and
this was taught to me 32 years ago in a powerful dream by a magical
black cat, so you be the judge, try this out for yourself, still for
right now, here is what I asked the cat about B4I began my blog. So
buy a Hyundai car, and write 2006, and go DUHHH, for all I give a
shit, Donnie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHY
DID THE COMCAST CABLE GET MESSED WITH AT 12:40 AM ON MONDAY MORNING
WHILE I WAS WATCHING?
ANSWER,
PCN-633. All my enemies know most of my personal 633 shit. For
those who don't and would be interested in seeing just a few of my
top on the list matches to that response, here they are folks:
TENNESSEE
AVENUE----UNOCAL----FAMILY----DELMO
CIFALOGLIO----WRITER----SATURN----
The
next question I asked the cat, was thissssssssssss!! WHY
DID THE CABLE GET SCREWED WITH A SECOND NIGHT STRAIGHT, ON COMCAST???
ANSWER,
PCN-561.
The
most upper part of my match list is as follows for this number:
DEMON----JERRY
HEITZMANN----ARDRA----CURSE----CHOKE----TRUTH----HEARTS AND HANDS IN
SERVICE----
one
other thing that I think may be a bit unbloggable to print at this
time, pertaining to YOUTUBE, enemies fucking know, so chase that down
with a Jim Burr whiskey sour, YO.
Staying
on that same topic, I asked GAGA, why CACA went off the grid, and
yes, I honest to the gods, received PCN-165. We won't go there LLLL.
Enemies know what is happening, and if you want the truth, I don't
care if they do or don't, sawn you BRAH.
Still,
how does one ask a question to the great GAGA CAT? Well, listen up
folks, not hard at all, unless you don't have an ordinary deck of
playing cards somewhere in your dam crib, YO.
All
you have to do, as my old taped life journal would put it so
eloquently on more than 7,000 cassette tapes, is thissssssssssss:
Simply remove the royal cards, the joker cards, and the ten cards,
leaving you with a total of 36 playing cards, ranging from ace
through number nine of the four suits. Ace is value one, other
numbers are their own number. Now think about your question, and only
that, nothing else can be in your mind, if something does creep in,
you need to reshuffle and begin all over again. Shuffle and think
your question. Draw a card and write the number down. Reshuffle and
rethink your same question one more time. Pick your card again, and
write this digit after your first one, with me, my first answer
tonight was a 6 and a 3, this root Gawnum digit creates PCN-633. My
next answer tonight was a 5 and a 6, and so forth and so on. GET IT,
YO??????????????????????????????? The cat is never ever wrong. I will
hit you hard with that punch right here and right now folks. Use this
at your own risk, it will tell you all the answers, and I do not hold
any degrees, now Gawky is another matter, as he has thousands of them
from a mystery school in the subatomic realm that no normal mortals
have a tiny clue about, from here to Advanced Robotics or digital
sound samplers or Holly trees.
I
would sell my soul to the devil if I had a soul and there was a real
devil, to be in endless oblivion. My eternal nightmare is
inconceivable and unfathomable to any one of you, so go enjoy your
wonderful lives and may the gods bless you, WHAAAAAAAAAAA.
ENDING
TRANSMISSION: BYE-BYE, YOU ALL!!!
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