Sunday, September 30, 2012
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0578
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0578
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MARK WAYNE HATED PATHETIC MOHR 2006-2012
THIS
IS A VOLUNTARILY SWORN OATH OF ABSOLUTE
TRUTHS
WITHOUT OMISSIONS OR ADDITIONS TO THAT TRUTH, AS BEST AS IT IS KNOWN
TO ME ON THIS DATE AS REFLECTEDE ABOVE, SO HELP ME FLAG OF THE USA,
AND UNDER MY GREAT GODDESS SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE.
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION, YO:
I
have powerful stuff to talk about. Also, I am under a heavy aerial
assault today with one of the WOMO-MILITUFORCE
famously used tools of their great carpentry kit of pure evil from
the Astral Plane, the mighty PAWM-PIE-ETTOS.
The day is super BOTBAR, and a lot of heavy amounts of young goddess
type of girls, are all over the place. I was out getting my
prescriptions at the Walgreen's Pharmacy, and spending my final three
and a half dollars until the 3rd and what would have been
my mother's 93rd birthday, good old frikkin September the
third. My Dad was one week later on September the tenth, and my
mother used to love to say how she robbed the cradle. I am not
touching this one ladies and gentlemen. Somebody contacts, in my
opinion, all poster's of anything chemtrail-related, and sends them
about four and half billion websites to check out, showing all of us
the error of our ways. He even mentions how Joanie Mitchel sings a
famous song of hers, about them, from 1967. They are all through the
HAIR movie4 done in 1979, the remake of the original hit New york
Broadway theatrical original performance in 1968, HAIR. I also had
Donna summer's wild version of this, done as a teenager, long before
she ever did anything else,, now it belongs to the FBI via the
basement of Agent Steve Caruso, of Austin, Texas. No SPELL CHECKER,
if Ms Mitchel wants to spell her name Joanie, that is entirely her
business, but hopefully she'll have enough good common sense back in
time to stay away from some real lovely folks that her friends like
Dusty, Carlie, and poor paranoid, yeah right, Janis, did not all stay
away from, down in wonderful sweet and totally mobbed-up ATLANTIC
CITY, NEW JERSEY, USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now Carlie falls victim to the errorr'd ways of the Micro-Sucks
spell-checker computer system also, WEEEEEEEEE, new Bank Trucks, and
fuck you too again, as if I want to fucking say ERROR'D, then that is
what I'll say, you don't own me or my life, you silly ass fucking
computer program, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, watch out
for FIRE MCGUIRE. He loves to also destroy people's personal
property, and tries to kill pets, wreck automobiles, and even though
my credibility is total zero, my kid does pull a lot of weight, only
she does not believe the great PRINCE, not me, on the jet issue, or
what happened a long time ago. Unfortunately, I cannot randomly
select what I choose to uncover, discover, and come to learn as fact.
I disagreed with my mom on this, and never thought that I would
disagree with her granddaughter, oh well Mayor Levy, who can know the
future? Yeah right, to that one as well, huh your back-pain honor? No
one talks about the OJ TRIAL, CNN VIDEO, that day, where some
MILITUFORCE CRAFT, WARPED out of our orbit, as it is all there, and
it really happened. Yes, I had the tape. Now guess who has this tape.
Either the KING's, or the
FIBBIES.
Do
I know why the CHEMTRAIL ATTACK IS SO BAD TODAY? You can bet your ass
that I do, Annie Costner, bodyguard of the Iowa cornfields. I HAD AN
EXTREMELY INCREDIBLE EXPLORATRONIC
INTERACTION right before awakening at half past ten this
morning, another one, what is this half past ten shit all about, I am
left to begin pondering on quite philosophically, and perhaps even
criminally? This also rings lots of head bells, as things tend to
repeat in numbers, and in events; and on and on I could go on this
very wild topic. Ten-thirty was choke time, on the evening of June
4th in 1983, where that all began along with Sabrina
Collins from the REAL DARK SHADOWS SHOW,
back when talent was real, and not all synthesized and copied, and
who am I to talk in this great pot and kettle situation, many I'm
quite sure are asking right about frikkin now? There also was another
half past ten, also at night, on a Saturday, more than twenty-six
years ago. I was with the loveliest girl I ever met, and ended up
never knowing what forces had brought us together intentionally, and
nearly had a fate of my own waiting for me, called Rikers Island
Jail. For non, New Yorkers, there are many other things on this
island, it is not just a jail, just in case anyone is remotely
interested. There is something for me, about ten thirty, usually at
night, but it can be morning as well, so it seems. In any event, I
will tell the wild exploratronic interaction or as you might call it,
wild vivid DREAM, to you
on this blog, but before we do get into it, I want to discuss a few
things that will lead up just ever so nicely, into all of it. The
person leaving me a lifetime of information to check out regarding
the CHEMTRAIL subject, needs me to say a few things here. I did
successfully reply to your message, yours was the only one that
worked. When I tried PP, I got all kinds of screens as he is a member
of the AOL-INTERNET, and hard as
I tried, I could not get back to him, SAR knows I tried. I tried
replying to my new friend ADS, and also failed, in fact his entire
comment on the WORDPRESS to me,
vanished, poof, and that was that, fortunately for me, I copied down
to frikkin e-mail address that he has, so I will at least be able to
communicate once someone ever helps me. Things for me are not
like Mister Knowso can ever imagine, because he is not me,
just as I am not him. He does not think that I know the history of
chemtrails. Most folks until this very year, do not think these
things existed before the nineties, and I of course know that this is
a lot of crap. Not only were both contrails abnd chemtrails around
before the nineties and before my problem with them began in either
the end of november or the start of December, in the year of 1987,
but in fact, they do show up on many Hollywood movies, HAIR from 1979
being one of them, and in the song done by JM in the middle late
nineteen-sixties, she is indeed driving through the Western deserts
of the United States, and sees her share of the very same grid
pattern thickening cloud dissipating stuff, that is shown on the
remake of the Broadway Play HAIR, and before JM sang her song of
bedazzlement while doing some desert driving, there is history far
beyond this. I have in my possession, both a contrail and a
chemtrail, during the CIVIL WAR, Miss
KNOWSO JESSICA GRANT, a
descendant of our great General and later to follow US President, YO.
This is because the same things that have caused the 'REAL GOOD GIRL'
(MY) INTRO situation, and the trip from September 30th in
2008, up to October 31st in that same year, only a 31 day
time travel, but time travel nonetheless folks, and the 6-9 rooms in
a home I never saw ever, and had no reason to ever see it, owned by
Judge Frank Raso of Hammonton,
New Jersey; being shown to me by the greatest female recording artist
on this planet, Mariah Carey; and the list goes on with literally
hundreds of personal real actual time travel stunts that somehow are
all involved in my life; are not something that the mighty KNOWSO
Patrick Jane of the MENTALIST television show, or anyone else sharing
the view that there totally is no way that anything beyond the
natural order physical-plane can exist; is a total fool. What throws
off the belief or disbelief, and also causes age old disputes and
down right nasty arguments, is something called TRANSDIMENSIONAL
HYPERSPACE. This is not understood except for, and by,
a handful of top physicists. It explains why I can go back in time
ten minutes and shoot myself dead, and it has nothing to do with all
the other rationalizations made so far even by the greatest minds of
the scientific community. Time travel no matter how it is done, even
the so-called trips to the future in fast space ships, is not what
people think at all. You would have to see the reality in pictures,
words will never do it justice. If you take the video of a car moving
down a street at this lasts from one o'clock until one minute past,
and you slow it down, and watch it, this car becomes many cars and
many time-realities, and all that is happening in or out of so-called
normal or extra-normal travel throughout that minute, is energy of
mind, transferring from instants to instants in a very very miniscule
kind of a time fraction. As this MIND-ENERGY is moving by way of its
very nature of its own existence as a sent signal from the sixth
dimension, down into all of the 5th dimensional lower
hyperspace parallel universes, a lot of things are happening that
21st century science is only starting to wrap their
frikkin heads around at the top think tank and physics lab level. In
the early 22 hundreds, the accepted reality of SPACE-TIME-MIND
becomes understood, and this alters life on planet Earth beyond a
million times that of the wheel or fire or even prostitution, if I
can be allowed a little lightening of the load here with some
attempted humor, good peeps. We can get back to all of this and more,
at later times. For now, the chemtrail topic is indeed complex, and
it has nothing to do with any one thing, and anyone who believes that
something so big as this, can really be such a mono-topic, is kidding
themselves. Without these chemtrails, it is difficult to use STM as
efficiently, so they are placed all over everywhere, and until the
nineties came in, folks were literally in their own zones a lot more,
but they were all over the place, just less in the eighties, and less
still before the eighties, but they WERE THERE, and I do know the
history of them, and need not be reminded of this by any so-called
all-knowing folks. This is all very personal for me, and I don't
expect to be believed on face value when I make that claim, as why
should a nobody be? I get it, I am not a frikkin moron. Now I want to
talk to my new pal ADS as the next paragraph starts, and this will
then work to automatically dovetail into the powerful DREAM from
early this morning before my awakening to start this BOTBAR last day
of the month, and many of my followers, know about MAGNETIC
PERCENTAGE and using it against me by the evil vicious
WOMO since 1986, just as they also use ICPE/PARALELL
EVENT, ALL BRINGING ME TO ENDLESSLY SUFFER WITH THIS EVIL
TRILOGY OF THE PHILLIES, FLYERS, DOW
JONES DEAL!!!!!!!!
Since
I am no good with computers, I lost your comment, and you can re-ask
me and I will answer, but for now; I hope you read, and are trying
using, the great mystical powerful FASCITAR
TOOL, that I explained to you, and the rest of Morianity,
and not for the first time, on a near recent blogging text. The
Fascitar can take you into a connection with the sixth dimension,
placing your energetic awareness onto the ASTRAL-PLANE, where you can
create an interaction, and by merely thinking anything, it is just
all around you, as you are merged instantly into what you are
thinking, and the illusion of a space and a time dimension are
created right along with you as you do this. This is the total
opposite of waking world life, where first we appear to totally need
space and time, in order to then make an interaction, or even have a
body that powers a brain that is able to generate 'THOUGHT'. This is
why the PHYSICAL and the ASTRAL are planes that will never be able to
be merged. They are as far away from each other as anything can
theoretically ever be, but not in time, and not in distance, but in
TRUTH. I do not say that because of this, that truth is a dimension,
however it almost is. The zero dimensional void infinity IS
TRUTH, and that is a LACK OF ALL DIMENSION. How can
anything really be real? How can things be created when there is just
void, nothing? They CANNOT BE. However, we can, and do, learn to
successfully DREAM OUT AND AWAY FROM THAT VOID LACK OF DIMENSIONAL
TRUTH, and onto the lower ASTRAL PLANE, where from there, we further
DREAM DOWN into physical material waking worlds, or the fifth
dimensional hyperspace, that contains virtually endless and countless
'4-D' parallel-universes, such as the one right here where I am
typing this message, and you are reading it. Well, we believe we are,
when in TRUTH, we are always simply EXISTING
at the void, or ZERO-D, and dreaming out and away from that, and
into all of this, nothing of this is real, but it is one hell of an
illusion, or a DREAM.
Here
is what I was interacting with in my thoughts that were more real
seeming than any day or night in so-called waking life, that I can
remember. I found myself on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, and
for a brief moment, the same dream or whatever, that I was
interacting in back on the morning of the 7th of December
of 1996, where the great Mary Tyler Moore was wearing her famous
green dress and standing on a non existing balcony at the Trinidad
Hotel, facing the street, as no balcony ever faced the street, only
the pool and then the street or just the pool, but here in this
experience there were rooms facing the King Parking Lot and McGuire's
Hotel and Erin Bar, and balconies, and I had not yet met McGuire or
talked with Misses Estelle Bassler, that all came in February and
March of the following year of 1997, the year my mom fell savagely
victim to almost a voo-doo curse type of outlandish medical
condition. We can get into that, a lot more at other future times and
blogs. The scene quickly turned to where I was up on the boardwalk at
the Frailenger Salt Water Taffy Store where in waking life I spent
many many times inside of throughout my younger life. Suddenly, the
GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE was just standing there and we
begabn talking as though the two of us had normal routine
conversations there, every single day. I remember thinking of my life
and not realizing I was 'dreaming', and thinking to myself while we
were talking, “Why does this feel so normal and every-day usual to
me, just thinking nothing of talking to, and being with, the most
beautiful giant teenager in the multiverse, like it's nothing? Then
we walked down to HER lovely shop, she told me to run up and down the
street calling her name, and so I did this. Suddenly she and I were
eleven years old and it was the summer of 1966. I was wondering why
my left wrist hurt me and was all bandaged up. I then remembered that
it was about six weeks earlier, when Bruce Walter, in Westmont, New
Jersey, had chased me inside of my apartment at 125-A Haddon Hills,
with a hellish tasting concoction that he had made in my mom's
kitchen, and was going to force me to drink because I would not stop
cursing so badly. Sarah then walked with me to her upstairs area
above the great shop, that Misses Bassler kept insisting was not
where I know it was back in time, when I would speak to her often
from my Somerdale home throughout most of 1997, after learning she no
longer lived after 1974 at 30 South Plaza Plaza Place in South
Atlantic City, New Jersey, but instead had moved down to northern
Florida, to Ormund Beach, a place I would come to visit a dozen years
in the future on my drive down from Cifaloglio to Fort Pierce in
December of 2009. The minute I saw the area, I remembered it from
countless recurring and repeating very vivid dreams, but this is just
an added foot note, and we need now to go back to the point that is
discussing this wild vivid dream of just this very morning. I swear
this all happened in this powe3rful dream, so if anyone does not want
to hear some powerful truth, maybe now is a good time to move over
and read the blogs of Martha P. Hallaway, and her Rare French Gold
and Silver coins collection, or perhaps you might try the blogs of
Donnie D. Dillinger, and his Life as a Florida Keys Painter; but if
you remain here, you will hear some stuff, and what you hear may
shock you a little. Hay, maybe you'll just yawn and say, there goes
Mountainpen, as usual, honey, pass me another biscuit, and another
cup of tea, and definitely one for my pal, Patrick Jane, the
disbeliever. But before I march things right along here, I owe some
peeps an apology for my stupidity, and I will admit that when I am
wrong and all; spaced out over something, that indeed, I was, and
will gladly say how very sorry I am for being a dick head. Please
accept my frikkin apology. I came to learn just this very day, and
hour, that nobody hacked into my YOUTUBE ACCOUNT. This is just a
random tool button that pops up on videos here and there, so people
can make them better by improving lighting or color and what have
you, as most things on the YT are photographs and moving images,
where this would all pertain to. I am sorry for going off and getting
pissed over nothing. What a dork I am, DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I took a
two hour break to eat dinner and watch the local and world news. It
seems that Texas had a little rumble all its own yesterday, a small
quake. If you don't want too many nasty aftershocks, please back off
this persecution, thank you, dick head twat chewers. Now back to my
pal and my continuing message to ADS. It is now 835 millidays, today,
the 30th and final day of September. The first quarter of
2012 is just a tad bit more than four hours away. As I said, I will
try and tell my pal, if he is listening, on the BLOGGER site, as I
don't regularly post on any other site now, as this one brings the
most accurate recreation of my word document to the viewer. If this
blog is appearing on any non blogger dot come website, and yoyu are
not reading it clearly or print words crush together, then revisit me
where each post is put up in order, by clicking the following web
address:
http://www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/
and you will be able to see things more clearly, maybe not my
message, but at least the printed words that make it up. Now, I will
try answering what question I think you asked me, in fact, I think
you already read my other message, and it may have inadvertantly
caused me to remember an Astral Plane exerience as remember good
friend, they are not existing in a time continuum there, and we are
here, so when you think that you are remembering any altered styate
of conscious thoughts and events, it has no time order referenced to
you at the moment that you are remembering it. When you wake up and
say, wow, what a dream, you did not just have a dream nor are you
just now remembering this. All things exist in void, later being
dreamed down into the Astrality of existence, a starry and lighter
realm. Then later, we dream down further into all of these human
dreams of caporial tangible material life that we call real or
physical, totally in error, as reversing the truth just about always
will equal or become a large majority of it. We see the Earth or any
world we would be on as a flat surface. We see the sun going around
us by rising in the east and setting in the west. It seems that it is
quite normal that most things whether it be intentional or
accidental, are all tricking our senses through some kind of reversal
mechanism. If you could reverse the so-called smart money moves, all
of them, on the market, and be wealthy enough to ride out the
temporary swings against your positions, you would always win and
make the biggest money. Everyone in a majority, guesses wrong.
Reversing the majority concept is always going to contain more of the
truth and accuracy of something. Now I believe you wanted to know if
a shared dreaming experience in the hyperspace or down here in these
parallel universes of waking world physicality, would effect or be
able to effect the Astral. The answer is always NO. All things are
first real and true in the void. Then in the Phase-2, they are always
most real and ahead of anything dreamed down from there on lower
planes or realms such as waking world 5th dimensional
hyperspace. All that can happen in a reverse direction, is exactly
what I think just happened, only I have yet to tell it,, my powerful
full EXPLORATRONIC INTERACTION OF THIS MORNING, with SSJKK, the All
Mighty Goddess. I believe that because you and I have made contact on
this computer, my friend ADS, this has happened. Still, until I
totally know you and we talk on e-mail, which will be coming to pass
if indeed one of two possible things is the reality of this
situation; as since I cannot undo the accidental erasure of your
comment while attempting to reply to it, only the date would help me
in making up my mind or ruling one thing out, as if it is back this
spring, and only because of coinciding initials to something, it
would make one huge thing a possibility and in the quanta waves, only
finding out that you are not the person I think this could be or have
been actually, then we will eliminate one thing, and as the Quantum
Physicists say so well, the half alive and half dead cat will be
caught and no longer in the state of quantum
flux. Either way, reality is reality. If you are still
with me, alive, and reading this, and were thinking about the message
that I just printed a couple days ago for you, then either way would
explain what I used to call, the RPLDD,
that we need not really fully examine right now. We will speak at
more lengths about all this on future blogs, and I want to see if you
have an active e-mail account. A lot of peeps tend to vanish out of
existence when they communicate with me, one way or the other. The
main thing is not to fear these Shadows from hell, as their food and
sustenance IS OUR FEAR. If
we starve these monsters, they weaken and even go away in time. If we
feed them with our fear and give them glory, even as biblically
spoken in scripture teachings and principles, especially in the
religion and faith called, Christianity, then THEY TAKE HOLD and then
THEY GAIN VICTORY OVER US,
and only then, my friend. Now, since this still pertains to ADS, let
me tell the rest of this powerful “DREAM” that woke me at 10:30
this morning with quite a bouncing
bang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I told how SHE told me to run
up and down the street calling HER name, and how we ended up in the
upstairs area above the Tennessee Avenue shop. She wanted me to open
up the middle dresser drawer of a three drawer dresser, and I did,
the very same one I had for many years and kept my own clothes in as
a youth and even as an adult, and did not lose this piece of
furniture until early-middle 1994, when I moved into the Highview
Apartments, in Williamstown, New Jersey on April the first in 1994.
When I opened this up, a large motorcycle chain was not inside this
drawer, as I had totally expected it to be. Then SSJKK turned to me,
as the eleven year old SARAH, who I knew from the middle sixties, and
told me that SHE wanted the chain to be there, that I had it up in
the future, and SHE went onto remind me of my two organizational
mentor big brothers that I had had, Fredrick Hinger from the
Philharmonic, and later, John Henningsen from the Campbell's Soup
Company. She told me that John, the second BIG BROTHER would be
giving me this chain, and that I needed to keep my strongbox unlocked
on an exact date, when December of 1969 rolls around. I have no
memory of any of this is so-called real or waking (life). I only
remember the chain being in this strongbox, and then always locking
it, as it also contained something that was not for my mother's eyes,
or any other nosy person who just might be poking around while I was
not home at the Dellway Arms Apartments, and was off at school. All I
remember in waking life is the powerful DREAM where SARAH took the
chain away on a beach, and then placed it into her middle dresser
drawer above HER shop in that upstairs area, SHE seems to have some
kind of affinity with 'UPPER ROOMS”, and then remember, MISTER
KNOWSO know-it-all, that the very next day, was the day that I got
onto the school bus to go to school, and suddenly, there was a
gigantic three criss crossed perfectly angled CHEMTRAIL, that spread
out all over the skies above Camden County, New Jersey, that early
winter and early morning December day back in 1969, this was not some
ride through the desert, nor was this some, DREAM, as others refer to
things in reverse. Still, and trying to stick to the point here, in
the experience that I seemingly had this morning, by my reference to
waking world time illusion, here is what frikkin played out, my pal,
or well, until the cat is out of quantum flux, this is a non
touchable subject, who knows? I suddenly remember a lot of haze and
trying to focus my eyes that worked just fine until this haze came
suddenly busting out of nowhere and onto this 'dream-scene'. I found
myself taking the chain in 1969, and bringing it to SSJKK, now back
in HER true form as the six foot seven inch goddess from SAHASRA DAL
KANWAL, HER great city, that in some ways mirror images Atlantic
City, as though Atlantic city is some shrunken down incredibly
miniaturized version of the 'real' thing. SSJKK smiled at me and
placed it into her middle drawer, and told me that SHE will sing my
favorite song to me now, called, “Love Is For Carpenters”. I fell
dead asleep in my own 'dream' right in HER arms. The next thing I
knew, I was putting on the best clothes that I had, a nice suit that
was given to me through the AARP Program and the man Trevor Watkins
who was my overseer there, and who had some kind of connections with
the local area Salvation Army Store. I put on these really nice
clothes, and drove in my car to an area like I never saw in my life.
It was half inside and half outside, of something, it was, and it
wasn't all at the same time, even for me, like wow, this was totally
off the wall frikkin' weird. Then, I sat down on some bleachers,
about midway up on them, at the left end of them when they are facing
me head on. There were no other bleachers, yet they were on the left
side of something, of what I just cannot pull up. Suddenly a limo
drove up, and Mariah Carey the great recording artist got out with a
man, some white dude about thirty to forty, with average build and
height, medium length hair for the styles of men today, brownish hair
that was slightly balding, and was dressed immaculately, as was MC.
She was wearing the huge motorcycle chain around her neck in a triple
loop, and she sounded more like a house pet than a person when she
walked over towards me, as a result. We taqlked, and it was as though
we had met here and talked on many ocassions. I remember thinking,
why is this so normal to be with the greatest singer on the planet,
as though this happened all the time? Then she asked me if I wanted
to hear “the song”. I said of course I did, not knowing what was
going on. Then she sang it to me, with her beyond beautiful voice. It
was not a tune I recognized from anywhere in this world at any time,
not even remotely. When this was done, she took off the chain and
asked me if I wanted to wear it for a while. I was scared and told
her that SHE is the All mighty Goddess, and that I had no business to
ever wear HER great chain. She laughed softly and told me that this
chain is a lot more than I have3 come to yet figure out. Then she
touched it, and instantly it became a smaller more normal sized chain
made of beautiful topaz and diamonds, huge rocks an inch thick that
had weird shapes, and were all connected by this solid silver but
now, quite thin chain. I noticed a medallion on it at the bottom, and
on it read I AM 231. Then the next thing I knew, I was awake back
here in this very room, and it was about 10:30 AM, give or take a
minute or two. I have not had this powerful an interaction with the
All mighty Goddess, in I do not remember how long, 2008 sometime or
there about. This was the time they all began and just kept coming up
through the Shop rite purple highlights in the hair dream that is on
my blogs. Anyway, for now this is enough about this powerful 'DREAM'.
In
closing for the night, my nabes are noisy, lots of doors, lots of
activity, but nothing real super bad or loud, as though they know the
limits and know that they are being watched.
Very
interesting things are happening all around both me, and those around
me, and all over the area, but I am just keeping my mouth shut for
right now. Mexico may be just a short time away, and then again, I
may not go there for five thousand frikkin years. That's on me,
ZEEEEE.
ENDING
TRANSMISSION, YO:
Saturday, September 29, 2012
SAFE JOURNAL REPOST WITH ADDITIONS
REPOST
FROM THE FUTURE
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0196
5
PM, TUESDAY, JULY 19, 2011
ALL
SUBTITLES APPLY
START
OF BLOG:
I'm
under a major fucking aerial death siege, dissipation chemtrail
spatter, loud planes, low flying helicopters, all over, major attack
at work, and all over in general.
Normally,
I speak to my pal named Eric, on Wednesdays, over at the HFOC.
However since tomorrow I'll do my civic duty at the court; I was able
to see him today. Many things were talked about. Life really is a
funny old dog, & I agree with my other pal from the TV, Jack
McCoy; as just as I make a little headway on one thing, other things
go awry, at least my more negative viewpoint that seems to kick in a
lot, tends to see things this way, and you out here folks, do not
need to know the details. The reason for my siege today is obvious,
and this much I can, AND WILL SAY, peeps, YO!
The
interaction was off the scale major last night, with peeps more
powerful than most of the great Astral Plane gods. I AM GONNA' TELL
IT, as THEY don't want it told, as this gives me a big-one-up on
THEM, by thus telling it, you remember me Jesse, my lovely tattle
tail ball player of the MOUNTAINPEN MORE DISTANT ARCHIVED BLOGS,
YO!!!!!!!! B4I do tell it, let me just say this first, pweeeeeeeeeze
folks, YO. Parlor tricks are the best explanation, despite Albert
Einstein and all of the other scientific hocus pocus of actual TT,
for my wild and otherwise totally unexplainable freaking hellish
nightmare life, or subvamperism if a better term may be permitted
here UNCLE SNOOTS GOTTWALD, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For the few dumber folks that make Lonnie Jackson's light appear to
shine with megawatt brilliance in comparison, on the greatest law
show in our world's history, IMHO, “Law & Order”; who did not
realize that all I did a few days ago was a simple archive cut and
paste to my word program, and then re-cut and re-paste, back onto my
blogging sites of www.blogger.com/
and www.wordpress.com/, this
is all that happened. For whatever reason, I yelled out in a
questionable way, nearly 25 years ago to the day now, the word “MY”
or “MI” was not one bit different. All illusionists like Pat Jane
and myself, can use many tricks, however, I am not doing the main
trick, and this is what I CANNOT MAKE MOST PEEPS AROUND ME AND THINK
THEY KNOW ME SO DAMN WELL, HONESTLY BELIEVE, AS THEY TOTALLY THINK I
AM EITHER DELUSIONAL, OR PULLING A SUPER ASS FAST ONE; and these two
things are simply not the case here. My motives have been guessed
wrong by peeps since I was a very small child, and completed an
entire years worth of math homework in one night, at the Quakertown,
Pennsylvania Richland Avenue Grammar School, back in '61, or '62, or
whenever. I have no need to feel important. I all ready know that I
am just a pile of worthless mucous and dogshit all mixed together. I
have no desire to be or do anything, other than to leave this
physical life and nightmare dream; and never ever again be forced to
return back into it, but unfortunately folks, this is not a small
order, it is a very tall one. I am no different than all of you, we
all simply exist, and right now, I am aware and conscious to one
particular set or sequence of dreaming interactions in one particular
and exact reality in the 5th
dimensional hyperspace of waves and particles; that are receiving not
only the entire interaction, but other things not yet mentioned by
this blogger, all from a 'locale' known by me as the 6th
dimension. I want to escape my nightmare, and this is not a possible
reality. I am glad that I have a limited contact point now with my
wonderful and very special daughter, but this changes nothing about
wanting to get out of here forever, and stay out. Now that this is
all out of the way, and you all know I'm suffering a wicked demonic
death siege from WOMO today; let's freaking move on with the powerful
“dreaming of last night”.
If
nightmares in reverse dreams, could be individually 'tagged' and
named, no pun Michelle and 'kin'; this could be filed and categorized
quite well, under the heading of “LOOP-TRUTHS”. Why, why, why, do
I say this, Jimmy Copyrights, from the wonderful marvelous astounding
'84 year, we all may presume, or all those named
Stanley??????????????? Well, it was a dreaming where ultimate loops
and full-circles presented themselves, and cleared up some super
mysteries for me about my rotten diseased pathetic twisted screwed up
life, that's why, DJ-DS and other robbers, burglars, and stories for
me to tell the prosecutors when asked about tomorrow at the Vuodier.
It is misspelled, and spell checker is naturally its usual no-help
self; but you know what I'm saying folks. I cannot wait to tell just
how much crime I have been a victim of tomorrow, and all under oath
YO!!!!!!!!!! So eat some Friendly Ice Cream, and enjoy it
Donna!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes this was a powerful
DREAM. I have never ever had this powerful a dream about GAWKY
GAUKAUK before, not ever. Not even at Selena's Rooming House on
Stenton Avenue, in Rip Off Town East, Copyright Examiners. So you
would never hurt me as the bird, ha, most cats love to hurt birds.
Well, there was a more powerful Esolph's Fairy-fable situation, going
on here; than the mere Caterpillars, Butterflies, and Kitty-Cats. I
hated the living guts out of the bastards who locked me out of the
large van vehicle and made me face Gawky all by myself, that is until
the lesson was learned, and I jumped up and flew all over, and when I
landed, there was Gawky, telling me in a non-cat form of course, that
he would never hurt anything that could fly, as he is fascinated by
me. People and their brains out their ass, it flabbergasts me to no
end, all their computer skills, their electronic wisdom, and
scientific knowledge; and still they are as dumb as a smelly old
freaking ox. They buy their blue-ray machines, and their DVD-CD
systems, or whatever other devices, and it brings back in a few
dimensions; the reality of sounds and sights of life, and living
things; and do not put together that in less than three centuries, it
will be able to bring back all of the dimensions, and be a lot more
than movies and music; and can be placed in a field that simulates
distance, so as to scan for whatever is being sought to recreate, and
alagazam Houdini and Reel-Good-Tapes, I AM THE BLUE RAY, gimme' a
break Christianity, will ya'?
Why
are you so fascinated with me {Tony}? Well, the old antimatter
argument presents itself to any open minded individual.
{Y-NOT}!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “Doownoddah others”, as Gawky did so to
me; huh Uncle Jesus???????????? Gimme' a break, you're family's
driving me fucking nuts, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tell
me how deluded and full of antimatter containment fields I really am,
old pal Mister Hawking?
Stop
worrying about why I can do certain things, and focus on why you are
so hellbent on ruining my entire life, PAULA BELINDA KING, my
beautiful endless love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HELP
ME RHONDA-ANN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
OF BLOG:
This
is a little addition, made by me up in the future. Mark, go back in
time in your mind, and tell Jessica Grant that as Jesus knew the
rooster would sound before Peter Denied knowing him and turned on him
as so many turn on me, I already know that that will be my last week
in early middle March of next year, or 2012. She will hear me say
this to some one as she walks by, and then she will terminate my
employment, just to fulfill the prophecy, made by the PROPHET OF
NOTHING FROM 1988. Still, this is not what happened four years ago
for me up here, as far as the the Philadelphia Phillies winning the
World Series Championship Game on Halloween Day in 2008. This was
not done like these tricks are done. This was done by the great
travelers of the cosmos, my wonderful daughter and her wonderful
husband, hay, maybe they are very wonderful people indeed, then
again, who knows. I just report the new, I never try and make any of
it, folks.
My
point is that when the United States Copyright Office, listens back
to what was sent to their office by me, mailed from the Cherry Hill,
New Jersey area, on the 15th of August in 1986, titled,
“Real Good Girl”, I have no idea why the word of “MY” is
heard at the beginning, before the song begins. What I do know is
that I did what Lieutenant Van Buren told Detective Fontanna to do on
the great “L&O” television show, I “followed the facts”.
I did what ADA Jack McCoy told the Police Commissioner that he was
going to do, in that same show, “I let my investigation take me
where it took me”, and so here I now am, up here on this 29th
day of September of 2012, at twenty minutes shy of eleven Post
Meridian on a late Saturday not so all right night, Sir Elton.
Well
folks, I got through the day, and that is the goal of every single
one of them, just to make it through. Every son of a bitch alcoholic
who joined AA, knows precisely what I am talking about here, and do
not think that drug or alcohol or even sex or gambling or whatever
the normal vice might be, is all there is here, Miss Peggy Lee. There
are a few scattered folks, the homeless, the crazies, those
legitimately persecuted by invisible cosmic life forces that no one
can ever see or hear or touch or smell or taste,, but the gods know
that they are both there and totally real.
Let
me tell you DEAR SELF, back there a ways in time, another thing that
you most likely already have figured out. Eric is not your friend,
nobody is, even Ann is a no good rotten whore who, as she said she
does to any and all of her 'enemies', killed you with kindness.
WEEEEEEE, this must be death, oh great Ann King. Enjoy my $5000.00
Mitsubishi American Appliance forty inch television set, sweetie.
Your daughter Dawny was so right about you honey-cakes, “You were
not my buddy”. Thanx Dawn-Marie, and may your whole dam family rot
in the fires of hell, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
BYE-BYE,
EARTHQUAKE RUMBLING SOUNDS OF 1983!!!!!!!!!!
Now
we will just try something that may or may not work, good folks. Let
me see if I can CAP the report I talked about on SAFE JOURNAL # 0577,
about the quake in KALI.
Magnitude 6.2 - GULF OF CALIFORNIA
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76 km (47 miles) NNE of La Paz, Mexico 153 km (95 miles) SW of Ahome, Mexico 154 km (95 miles) E of Ciudad Constitucion, Mexico 157 km (97 miles) SW of Los Mochis, Mexico |
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I
AM LOVING IT, MCDONALD'S. WATCH OUT FOR BOBBY VANDEGRIFT HOWEVER, HE
CAN GET ROUGH.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0577
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0577
TEOHIV/TMCEAM/MORPRO
BLOG
SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“THEM
AND ME, FOREVER 180 DEGREES APART”
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2295
SBT-DATFILE:
092912.564
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2012
SWORN
VOLUNTARILY OATH TAKEN OF TOTAL TRUTH
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
It
is Saturday afternoon in Fort Pierce, for me. It is not Drake Towers
in Philadelphia, Sheriff Mascara kind sir. It is not San Mateo,
California, Sheriff Mascara, kind sir, either. Still, this is
starting out as another bad day, with the famous ASTRAL
PLANE TOOL KNOWN AS “PAWM-PIE-ETTOS” from my
WOMO-MILITUFORCE EXPLORATRON BRIGGBASE CULT ENEMIES, here in this
waking world. At exactly one-eleven this afternoon, the door slammer
across the hall woke me out of a sound sleep with a powerful slam,
not at 1:10 or 1:12 or 1:04 or 1:16, no, but at precisely one eleven.
'THAT', kind android Star Trek ROCK, is not the equation; it is not a
coincidence either. The last few days there are only two or three
real loud slams, it is not an all day and night affair, still, it is
as though they got revenge by doing it at an exact time so as my not
being able to miss the event, and seeing the horrible time displayed
on a clock. Well it did not work, as my mom always kept clocks five
minutes fast, an absurd habit to keep her from being late, but I have
seemed to have adopted this habit myself, now in my old age. Tell
that to the beach goddess, as I said, enough continual persecution,
and one day OTAMM will be eternally sorry, not for me, but FOR THEM.
555555555555555555555555555555 will compensate for that nasty attack
on me. Next door is also messing with me, but it is not too bad, it
is all within a more tolerable range. I thought things were bad when
I was working, and now I have figured totally out, why WOMO ENEMIES
hate me working and making a little bit of extra pin money. I would
be able to go out when things get real bad around here, and break up
the annoyances to a small degree. Without any money for gasoline to
run the car, that is not only impossible, but literally makes it feel
like I am in prison. I sit here day after day for six fucking months,
thinking to myself, “Who did I kill, who did I assault, who did I
rob, who did I rape, what did I do, so why am I in mother fucking
dick licking jail? Then I think back further in time, and remember
other times and similar situations, where at other previous times, I
was in the very same sinking boat that I am now in. Then I would
eventually find a little weekend job somewhere guarding some place,
and pow, the enemies would make me suffer by pounding me with endless
aerial assault, and a lot more shit done to me on the ground. When I
occasionally was able to prove some ground attack was real, the
police normally insisted on covering it up every time. How I can
relate to the mother fucking poor UFO-answer seeking people. However,
on one big point, I vehemently DISAGREE WITH THEM, kind Sheriff's,
and L-4, and all others reading me. You see, they in their blissful
ignorance are actually seeking to have an abnormal life by
discovering aliens or whatever. I make no judgments here other than
to draw you all a word picture, that will endlessly separate ME from
any of THEM, those who are looking to find trouble, whereas ALL I
HAVE EVER WANTED WAS TO BE ABLE TO LIVE A NORMAL AVERAGE LIFE IN THIS
WORLD AS MARK WAYNE MOHR, whether anyone of you chooses to believe me
or mother fucking not, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All my of my dam
life, I try to stay out of trouble, and I try not to place myself
into situations where this stuff would happen to me as a result.
Whereas in contrast, those others who post videos on YOUTUBE, many I
have shared with you my MORIANS, looking to expose the government or
make trouble with the so-called airships that may not belong to the
normal waking world airspace system, exposing secret groups or
societies, and on and on, it is as though they are searching more for
trouble or just perhaps some wild and weird exciting personal life. I
don't say this to anger them, just to tell the truth, which does
anger people unfortunately, and always has, leading to the
crucifixion of one great religious leader who the world basis its
entire calendar on today yet for the most part scoffs at as they do
me, and why not, we are physically related, it is all in the family,
Archie Bunker. I did not play down the boss I had over at the Harvest
Job through the AARP PROGRAM, old red, AKA Jessica
Grant, who got rid of me in the middle of last March and
altered my life in ways that are beyond unspeakable and deplorable,
forcing me to live in prison, as much as I may have hated that hard
physical job, being a weak person and thus, mostly a security guard
all of my life. I am A Huntington, a blue-blood, most of us are weak.
Most ten year year old children can and always could, beat me in an
arm wrestle. That is just the way it is. Dawn-Marie, mighty Highness
King queen. In my younger days I could go workout and do wonders with
gaining strength in short term bursts, but then I would totally wear
out and give out, and within three years or so, little girls were
pinning me in arm wrestles all over again. This is the way I am built
as a blue-blood Huntington. I am what I am, oh great lovely and late,
Dawn Marie King, and as you said so often back when you had me
kidnapped under Stockholm syndrome in
2008-2009, “It is what it
is”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! See folks, I am not making
these things up. I am merely telling what has happened, who has said
what, who has done what, and the resulting factor of me now exiled in
a hellish doom, far from anything I am used to and always knew all my
life, stuck in a roach invested place with roach putrid nabes, and a
life filled with people who hate my guts and don't give a fucking
shit about me other than to watch me or make me suffer. There was a
boy dying of fucking cancer, on television, in the early springtime
of 1983. How I will always remember him. He said when he meets God,
he is going to punch him right in the nose. I feel the same way, only
I know better. I don;t want to end up sucking weeds at the bottom of
Huntington Bay for all eternity, listening to bull frogs and enemy
dudes with strange number signs on their bodies. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,
2008 all over again, give me a break please, Elmer Fudd sir, thank
you kindly. That huge star that went super nova recently, hmm, I'll
bet that was that poor cancer kid making that horrendous mistake of
punching god in the nose back in 1983, quite a show from Earth and
physical reality space-time, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Ann
King sits up there in luxury after doing all of this to me, watching
and enjoying my 40 inch 5000 dollar television that I bought at
American Appliances on the black Horse Pike in Mount Ephraim, New
Jersey in late 1994. That big old clunker was one hell of a beauty
queen television, and see, it still works just fine, and after moving
to Somerdale, and then to Guthrie Short's mansion over in blue
Anchor, then Hammonton at the Trailer Park, then to other three
Hammonton homes where Ann and Dawn moved to, twice with me, and the
final time, without me. Dawn only lasted a year after I left in
middle December of 2009, and passed away Praise the Lord on January
first in 2011. This is what people who wipe out my life will all
eventually get, whether they believe it or not. They will pay the
ultimate price for destroying my innocent life. They will get
PAYBACK.
So will all the peeps here today down in fort Pierce, as no one is
immune. The Earthquake struck as I said it would, and the mother
fucking crooked biased Mark Mohr hating media totally avoided telling
the story, and this was not a tiny little quake, good folks. I said
there was a quake coming, and it came. You can only access the
information by going to GOOGLE and requesting 'latest earthquake
activity'. Speaking of quakes, or Quakers, or even towns in
Pennsylvania, the mighty Robert McGuire, did in fact tell me back in
1997 just as the other McGuire jets were roaring over and above us
that day outside of his Irin Bar on the bottom floor of his
Pittsburgh Hotel on Tennessee Avenue; that the local family had roots
in Pennsylvania and that his father built the hotel in 1902. Well
Prosecutor ADA Wirtz Senior, Carlisle is in Pennsylvania, and I was
treated like a dog there when I traveled there with David Roth in
June Hubcap time era of 1996, Kathy Gatherer, and so is the first
mobile home that I lived in at ages six and seven, up high on a hill
in the middle of a cornfield, and yes, the lightning dream was very
real, Annie Costner, so go do some bodyguard work on a corpse for all
I care, Kev. Still, I had lots of friends at the Richland School,
Jacky Patteroff, Sky Cunesman, Jefferey Rosenhower, Tommy Coddonodo,
Ann Reese, and Bobby Witherspoon, just to name a few, right
Congressman?????????????????????? WEEEEEEEEEEEE, where is mother
fucking cunt lapping Rod Serling, when a man really needs him right
there at his side, YO?????????? What other secrets does McGuire know
besides this latest dig for Hoffa being a total waste of time, or
even bigger secrets of this powerful powerful powerful awesome family
from the stars, here to serve and be cursed, and even commingle, am I
wrong car seller Moroni? Are you still the 10%-ME of the Mars
Graphics Printing shop, old pal? Oh well, suck it up buddy, that wife
of yours was hotter than the sun. If I ever tell the full story of
the psychics, both in 1976 and again in 1996, the world will
understand why it is better to believe that there is no unnatural
order and so-called, 'spirit world'. People can only be so afraid,
and then a human heart will literally destroy itself. Enough fear
will cause a heart no matter how healthy, to explode, and the person
will die instantly of cardiac arrest and massive heart attack. Send
some flowers Frank Callio, you know where, only you and McGuire know
exactly where, well maybe Trinidad Sat Sam
knows too, but we can save those school bus rides for
other traveling Julia White true stories that go beyond the
permission barrier. I am thinking of doing just such a sequel folks,
“Beyond the Permission Barrier”. If I ever do, and with all names
and places altered, the world will still self destruct. You can think
of it as the Gloomy-Sunday of the book world, only America does not
ban things unless they are advocating government overthrow or
detailed instructions for becoming a successful terrorist. Why anyone
would want to hurt innocent people, eludes me. I know, I am hurt and
damaged beyond repair, and I also know that I am innocent. Some don't
think I am, and to them I sadly say, “GO
SCREW YOURSELVES”. BYE-BYE folks.
ENDING
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