SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555

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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555

SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY

STARTING OF BLOG:

Now that I have calmed down a little bit folks, since an extremely horrendous and BOTBAR non Paul Simon day; I will try and calmly reconstruct a few things that earlier may have seen even for me, a bit in gibberish.

Two of the greatest things talked about in my blogs as the MOUNTAINPEN or in MORIANITY, you may think of, as either EXPLORATRONS, or AUGUST 15TH OF 1986. You would be within a good thinking pattern to make that selection, but in truth, a hidden cosmic agenda called, REALITY-3 is the real biggest deal in my horrific and sub-vampiric life and cursed existence as the chosen HUNTINGTON. Reality-3 is not something that has ever been totally rationally figured out by me, so I will not pretend for a second that in any way, shape, or form, it has been, merely I'll remind my readers that it has to do with the theory that perhaps, and only perhaps, one larger truth and ongoing nightmare is causing both of my PARALLEL-EVENT situations, of one-me being up or down, and two-'THEY' being winners or losers in a very strange trilogy of events, these being the Dow Jones, the Philadelphia Phillies, and the Philadelphia Flyers. All I can say in good conscience is that I cannot prove satisfactorily no matter how hard I have tried for more than twenty-six years now, whether there is or is not a REALITY-3, or whether just the parallel event itself, IS EVERYTHING, and why it all began on one exact night in the summer of 1986 also remains a total elusive mystery. Still, one fact remains undisputed. Since this hell stated around me in 1986, only the year of 1994 seemed to be magical. It totally cut me a break. Things, big things started to go my way in almost unfathomable ways. Why? Because the Baseball Clubs went on strike, so there was no Phillies season. Then in the autumn, the HOCKEY CLUBS went on strike, so DUH, there was no Flyers Season, only there was, a small one, as early in 1995, when the magical year of 1994 ended, a short hockey season began, causing a three year doubling of the Dow Jones stock market, and basically, the end of my life, via the search for the missing teenager of my past, the most inconceivable nightmare to ever rear its ugly head in recorded history. Now this had to get out of the way in order to lay a foundation about the true major significance and surreal importance, of this wild trilogy and parallel event nightmare in my life that yes, all started when the rest of the hell started, on 15 August, 1986, there just is no getting around the fact that something more powerful and strange than all of the combined so-called UFO-abductions all put together, happened to one person at one exact point in history, ME, and on this date. Everything, whether or not a bigger REALITY-3 is behind it or not, seems to revolve around an 'inescapable' reality, PARALLEL EVENT, without any 1983 or 1997 tunes, from any members of this great and awesome Carpenter family of 3000 years+. Now, some few real follower geniuses know why certain unnamed people told me to “PUT THAT ON TOP”, Commander Palvo, so check that off, KIRKWHALES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whenever I have a major extra normal vivid dreaming experience, the next day is always MAJOR MESSED UP, going all the way back even to the year of miracles for me, the great 1994, and the interaction with the SUNRAM DISTANCE ELIMINATION CHAMBER MACHINE, that autumn, and then on the way to Haddonwood later in the day, despite major overcast skies, being pulverized and pummeled by MY WOMO MILITUFORCE ENEMIES. I am not going to lie and tell you that again today, was not about the song, “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”, as it was. 'THEY' just won't let me put any money together so that I can over to the Avalon, and pick up my CD, and post the song onto my YOUTUBE CHANNEL. I never ever EVER NEVER saw the FORCES this strong against something in my entire @$^&^$%E#@!@%$!!@%!*)&_$*^$* LIFE!!!!!!!!!!! This is why, I will now post up the lyrics to the song, it is copyrighted because the blog is copyrighted, and I fully legally intend to make it official someday with a check to the Library of Congress, just not today, because TRHEY won't allow me to get a penny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM BEING TOTALLY OBSTRUCTED AND PREVENTED AND STOPPED FROM DOING THIS, AND I KNOW IT AND FEEL IT LIKE I WOULD FEEL THE FORCE OF A SKYSCRAPER FALLING DOWN ON ME, SHOULD THAT BE THE CASE. This may be an inescapable force all right, but the forces against me will not escape this blog going up onto the internet on an early Thursday morning, that will at least contain the words to this tune that so much energy and power is being expended from somewhere, to obstruct and halt. All the Doctors, Lab Technicians, sore throats, and swollen lymph glands on the planet are not going to stop me from posting these lyrics, ON THIS BLOG, TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before we do the posting of the lyrics of the song written by me in 1983 and redone with these words in 2012, that is now called, “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”, let me tell my 'BLOGAUD' that I of course, asked the great cosmic meow king kitty cat, WHY THIS DAY WAS SO HORRIBLE, and worse than 99.99% of my days over the past 25-30 years, and GAWKY GAUKAUK answered me with the PCN-312. Let me tell you the match-list that I have in my GAWNUM BOOK for PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER (PCN) 312. These are:

PAUL PEDERSEN----CRY----TAP----KRASSLEVILLE----MASS MURDERER----MAN----TAG----RPL----TAPE RECORDER----ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY----

A god dam retard can read into these cosmic clues, despite my not yet telling any of you the details of my monster ass day. So let me do that, and then after that, let us see if the world is still spinning around by this time tomorrow after I print these words that somebody is fighting against with strength and power that defies and eludes my frail tiny imagination maxed out times a vigintillion power exponents of a googalplex. Before I do anything, I must remind my newer readers, how to work a GAWNUM. You can most likely GOOGLE it up, but for the lazier folks who refuse to do it because I am just not that important, then I will tell a little bit of it quickly. All letters have an order in the alphabet. A is 1. B is 2. C is 3. D is 4. This goes all the way to Z is 26. There are 81 GAWNUM ROOT NUMBERS. To find them, you need two things. First, how many letters are there in the item, and second, what is the total amount of letter value. Let us use the three combined words for example of the song that seemingly started all of this nightmare for me back in August of 1986, “REAL GOOD GIRL”. There are a total of 12 letters in this title. If you add up the value of all of these twelve letters, 18-5-1-12-7-15-15-4-7-9-18-12, we get the number 123. Don't die on me yet, my wonderful fence beckoning strobe-light. Now as with all of numerological truth, any number that has more than one digit, is added up until it only has one digit, and there are only nine, and no zero will exist if you perform this task. So the first number of a GAWNUM ROOT is your amount of letters, so with the song “REAL GOOD GIRL”, we have a 12. The second number of a GAWNUM ROOT is your total letter value, so with the song “REAL GOOD GIRL”, we have a 123. So the first number is a 12, and the second number is a 123. Adding these up until it is only one digit, this becomes a 3 and a 6. So the GAWNUM ROOT of the three words, REAL GOOD GIRL is 36. Now the third digit in a PCN is always the difference between the larger and the smaller numbers in the Gawnum Root Number, so 6-3=3. So the GAWNUM ROOT '36' is equal to PCN-363. You always use the alphabet of the country that you were legally born in, don't start trouble Mister Trump. Now with our names, it is always the first name and the last name, no initials or other in-between names, always merely the Christian name and the sir name, nothing else. Now to see if any two things have Gawnum Compatibility or (GC), you add the two PCN's up, and get a PCNT, the 'T' is TOTAL. If at least one digit exists in the PCNT, that is in both of the numbers above it making up that sum total, then the two items are GC, and if not, then they are not GC. This does not reflect a positive or a negative reality, merely that a potential cosmic compatibility exists or does not exist for all of the many virtually countless realities that fit into 81 root number systems from 11-99 with no zeros. The only zeros that exist in the GAWNUM, are in the third digit when both of the GAWNUM ROOT DIGITS are the same, hence GR-44, becomes PCN-440, and GR-77, becomes PCN-770, and so forth. Only nine out of the eighty-one roots have a zero. When you wish to ask a question, you can think silently about your question, while doing any of several things with playing cards or dice or even large colored blocks. Keeping it simple for now, take an ordinary deck of playing cards and remove all cards except for ace through nine of the four suits. You will be left with a total of 36 cards. Shuffle well. As you begin to randomly just pick a card out, think of just your question and do not let any other thoughts creep into your mind. Write down the first GAWNUM ROOT DIGIT after your first pick, reinsert the card, repeat the shuffle, rethink the question, and begin to select another card at total random. Then write that down. As with me tonight, I asked why my horrible day happened today, and my first pick was a 3, and my second pick was an ace or 1. The ROOT was 31, so the PCN was 312. You can take a million things that have meaning and significance to you in your own personal life and create your own match list book on all 81 of the roots, or all 81 Private Cosmicoded Numbers, (PCN's). There are other things to learn such as branchcodes, and more, but this will suffice for now as an updated reexplained HOW TO for operating the GAWNUM in you personal lives. Don't blame me if you die of shock, as you develop skill in working this, you can eventually potentially reach omniscience. But it is a skill, working the GAWNUM, and will not be perfected overnight, not even by an Einstein. Even the great master, Beethoven; practiced a lot, as did all great musical masters, and music professionals know these truths. As I speak, and it has been going on for some time, my ass wipe nabes are in and out a lot with hall talking and doors and it is close to one in the morning. Living poor is fun, is it not my 99ers? I woldn't care, if it were not for the fact that I have been robbed over and over, especially of much of my intellectual property over the past 35 years or more. People really are just as Lex Loo Thor said on the great original Superman movie, “NO DAM GOOD”. There are always those treasured few, praise the Goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah world, when I see a man deliver his baby, I'll believe the creator force is male in gender, and not until, there is no logic to the nonsense. FEMALES are the CREATORS, it is a biological self evident truth and outright fact. Speaking of this truth folks, there are complex truths about the multiverse or hyperspace. The scientific community has a billion theories and they have never experimented with any of it in the real world in the ways that I have, yet they remain the great EXPERTS, and I am the forever unknown ass hole who doesn't have a clue what he is talking about. Fine. Cool. 'Whatever', old pal, Bob Andrews, back in 1975. If we WHATEVER advance time up to 1983, some one or some thing, Captain Shatner Priceline, was driving me beyond insane, and only the mighty AT&T Corporation knows these truths, and the CIA and NSA, I would suspect as well. Not even corporate giants can keep secrets as big as goddess's numerous secret incarnations, from these federal giants, that basically are sort of one and the same thing with the fortune-whatever it really is, and for short, I simply call this, the WOMO. It is why all of this happened. No one else ever used that machine built by the IMM. It never caught on, yet I used it, and it changed my entire life forever. It is why my mother and I had many health related issues of paranormal and very strange onslaughts of medical symptoms not recognizable to the accepted time and its medical community, and on I could go for a week with this topic. If I told the story in the way that Terry from Egg Harbor would like it told, I would probably be in a building that would be burned to the ground before dawn comes later on. Stranger things have happened, of course, I do not seem to be able to be effected by what mortals call DEATH. I seem to keep waking up from what I thought was the end, only to find out it was a dream. This has happened way too many times for me not to know that this is being done by way of a future technology called, LTDDT, Laser Trace Distance Delay Technology. In any event, Doctor Carey, I hope you will not hate me too much for printing the words that I do honestly believe, you are consciously or maybe unconsciously preventing me from being able to display the entire song in a public arena. There is no way around explaining that machine, or those endlessly recurring 'dreams' of me and Egg Harbor City, all throughout my life from the days I worked at the RPL Studio until a few years before I met the great TAWF, or THAT FAMILY as I used to call them even back as far as the great seventy year itself, from Ventnor, New Jersey, USAESMWG. Well we could type on forever and not tell the story as it can never all be properly told. But those in the know will read the song lyrics, and they will know what they need to know. I had no way of engineering all of this. Only the All Mighty Sarah-Stacey Krassle Herself, could have done all this. I know that she was here on Tennessee Avenue as SARAH for about 15 years, then she popped out of existence just as mysteriously as she popped into it. Now, the rest of all of Morianity, is the attempt by me, Mountainpen, to connect the greatest and most incredible dots in all of human history, may the heavens pity me if I am wrong?

COPYRIGHT MARK WAYNE MOHR 2012, REWRITE FROM 1983 ALSO COPYRIGHTED UNDER TITLE THEN, “GIRL, I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING, NOW UNDER REWRITE TITLE OF

“YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”

VERSE ONE

I'm so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new

Let me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few

Oh my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew

We're down and out, and we will even go to work for you

You seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two

I am so weak and faint and do not wanna' be so blue

While we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe

Oh please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you

We'll help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew

But greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say

I've been working hard out in the sun all day

And I'm not giving any freaking fish away

VERSE TWO

So when you add your salty tears directly in the sea

And when you're done your song of woe, that you have sung to me

Just take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty

And right into the undertow, and stop annoying me

And talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish

You loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch

I have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled

So either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed

Guys like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled

People say I'm cold and cruel, on every single day

But I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay

So I'm not giving any of my fish away

VERSE THREE

They say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand

And mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand

Storms blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died

The sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried

And on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned

Ignoring waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sounds

Just another bucket and, then he'll have caught his fill

A lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill

The king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again

Yet locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben

I've been working hard out in the sun all day

So yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay

And I'm not giving any of my fish away

VERSE FOUR

You'll be crossing over, later wishing you'd been nicer

You'll be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer

You'll be crossing over, hearing all the trash they're talking

You'll be crossing over, and you'll have to keep on walking

You'll be crossing over, watching all the others eating

Feasts with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating

Forever seeing many fish, but never on your plate

You had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate

You'll be crossing over, and you'll be a lonesome rover

Forever doomed to hear the words you always used to say

That you've been working hard out in the sun all day

Oh yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay

So you're not giving any of your fish away

END OF SONG.

Yes people, this will be a very interesting next few days. Of course this is merely print, and are not so blessed with Doctor Carey and her heavenly voice to do the song here on this blog. But then, that seems to be what things have been about now for a while, maybe for nearly thirty years. Where are you when I need you STEVE HAWKING and DOCTOR CARL SAGAN????????????????????

ENDING OF BWOG, WHAAAAAAABBIT.