SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0573

WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295

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THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION

THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME

MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES

BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR (BSNF):

“TOP TWENTY WORSE DAYS IN FLORIDA TODAY,

AND TOP FIVE IN FLORIDA FOR WOMO DEATH SIEGE”

© MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2012

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PROPERTY, REGISTERED IN LIBRARY OF THE CONGRESS

THIS IS A VOLUNTARILY TAKEN OATH, SWORN BY ME,

OF TOTAL ABSOLUTE TRUTH, WITH ABSOLUTELY NO

ADDITIONS OR OMMISSIONS FROM THIS TRUTH, SO HELP

ME GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE,

AND LAG AND CITIZENSHIP OF MY COUNTRY, THE

UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, FOUNDED BY MY 7TH

GRAND FATHER SAMUEL HUNTINGTON AND ALL OF HIS FRIENDS, ALSO KNOWN AS (AKA) THE FOUNDING FATHERS

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

This was a very horrible super BOTBAR day. The word comes from a group of words that just means a horrendous and awful miserable rotten day, times ten to some high exponential power above twelve.

The worst part of the day was in the neighborhood, with several things. My wicked satanic noisy hell uncouth neighbors on my floor near my apartment, were vicious and loud and still are, it has gone on all day long, and I have an appointment on this coming Thursday, to see someone at Sheriff Mascara's Office on Midway Road near the Post Office, at 3:15 Post Meridian (PM). I am taking proof, a cassette tape recorded from INSIDE OF MY APARTMENT, of this all day and all night inconsiderate rude lowlife behavior of several people all in some one unit or family, and in various apartments that are all across the hall from me on the 6^th floor west wing of this 601 P.H. Building. They will be very sorry by next week, as I am going to ask why they will not be either evicted, or told to stop this crap, the day after tomorrow when I take in my proof of their horror show. But other neighborhood stuff also went down and still is going down. Many peeps waited for a police presence outside my window late this afternoon, to drive away, and then they pummeled me with horrific loud noises from revving non-muffled engines and loud motorcycles and loud illegal sound level gangster rap booming music on vehicle sound systems. The minute the police left me alone, it got real bad for quite a while, then eventually broke off, and then, the trash next door kept door slamming after that had stopped a while, to replace the other harassing events that had stopped outside. This entire day was a MAJOR DEATH SIEGE, from this wicked demonic satanic WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, AKA on the Astral Plane, the LAMBRIGG CULT, basically an Astral Realm political organization, and one third of an Astral Power Structure, known as the AWA or the ASTRAL WORLD AUTHORITY, if I were to translate things into waking world human life English Language systems and alphabets. I am not positive why this all struck me today at 25 minutes past six this mother fucking diseased twisted morning, only that indeed, IT DID, without any girls or curls or other Houston humor from any SUPER PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Holy Bible in the Christian Religion, discusses this, but no one on waking world Earth, has been able to know its exact truths, because they refuse to interact on the Astral plane and use the FASCITAR as a right of human passage for doing so. The minority third of the ASTRAL WORLD AUTHORITY or the AWA, is the LAMBRIG CULT or the RESIDENTS of the BRIGGBASE at the TECK BAY, in POVINCE OLYMPIA. This exists inside invisible words, going deep into the subatomic, but words can be used to express this actual place that is too small to be a place from the perspective of us while awake, such as the 'spirit world' and the 'Astral Plane”. The larger majority two thirds of this ASTRAL PLANE POLITICAL MACHINE, would be the SAHASRA DAL KNAWAL MAJORITY, or for short, the “SDKM”. Briggers and the SDMK live on opposite sides of the great TECK BAY, a place that I take my Lightning Goddess Diana Arteemis to, many times, so she can enjoy lovely sprawling sand beaches and dunes of pure bright pink and purple, and a gorgeous gigantic body of water containing gigantic tidal waves continuously. She and her friends have no trouble navigating the waters and swimming around they are powerful goddesses with physical strength that is billions of times what normal humans could ever posses.

Now let's get into why this day of September the twenty fifth was made so putrid and revoltingly horrendous and monstrous for me, or at least let me try and examine some possibilities as best as my mortal mind and awareness will permit me to do. We will be talking about the owner of the Haddonwood Swimming Club back when I was a member there from late June 1994, through early august 1996, and discuss some GAWNUM numbers and data, and many other things, including the death and murder of three people, my mom, David Roth, and his mom, all within a few short years of time, and none of it is some stupid ass coincidence!!!!!!!!

For those following MORIANITY, you know about several things, or at least you should, to quote Quentin Collins on the hit television soap show of the sixties, 'Dark Shadows', when Count Andreas Petofi tranced into the physical body of Quentin Collins as a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON, in a fictional 'permanent' state, and said to Barnabas Collins back late in the nineteenth century, before he threatened to use his magical hand as a weapon against him and reminding him of how he should be wise by now after living such a long time. To me, this and the July 20, 1969 moon landing, were just events from yesterday or maybe a week ago, to the rest of you, I know that seems to make little sense and just appears totally irrational, but my Uncle Stuart had a couple of words, that also is appropriate here, for all of that, and I will gladly quote him, “Tough beans”. Yes peeps, you should know if you follow these words over time, that the illustrious HADDONWOOD SWIM CLUB was a very very very mysterious freaking place for me, especially in the middle nineteen-nineties. Its owner at this particular time, was a man who popped up around the time that I joined or a little bit earlier, in this period, as I was a member in short 3 month stints from time to time ever since the year 1977, and went there as a guest of a member, James T. Burr, as early as 1974-1976. This man was tony Zenun. My daughter's step-dad had a name that he changed, or his father actually, as the story is told on the sanitized internet and it may be the truth, and this name would be seen by reversing the last name of Tony's last name, and I happen to feel that this fact, taken along with the other one with the swimming pool man of even greater mystery, that even if all I say is this, it needs be said, and that is, that all of this just cannot be some randomly occurring nonsense that just fell helter skelter into my life. I am not saying anything beyond that, I simply am left not really ever knowing just what to think and believe, not 100%, how can I know 100%, when the great SSJKK says just trust HER and this is all Her elaborate game? Well, fine, then I trust HER, and will go along, even though if you notice, as soon as I said I would do this, I GOT TOTALLY VLOCKED TODAY BY THE WOMO. So it really does appear that I am dammed if I do and dammed if I don't, slam, bam, boom, in and out, in and out, in and out; what nut cases!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another cool dude that just popped up around me one day, was at my Cifaloglio guarding job, near Folsom, New Jersey, a number of years ago. His name was Roy Carl Weiler Senior, and he wrote a great book about the Egg Harbor City Museum, the ROUNDHOUSE, and you can buy it still at www.amazon.com/ and other places on and off line I am quite sure. It's called, “Secrets of the Museum”. Also, the museum and my transdimensional life there with my 'other dimensional family' is one thing, but then, wow, look at his name for crissake. Even my daughter used it, I am sure, in that fantastic movie, just pronounce the last parts of it together and then rent or buy her really cool movie. This just cannot all be an endless series of randoms, because the odds of all of this being just that, are octillions to one against the possibility. There is a greater chance humanity will end in 48 hours via a meteor strike, than all of the things in my life, all just being one big fat ass coincidence, YO, and I know it, and so does my great wonderful daughter. We both are dealing with it in our own way, and in our own time, I would suppose. Still, the club closed down after 30+ years of being there, suddenly and very mysteriously one early August day in the year of 1996, just days after my mom and I had that frightening horrible terrorist threat at the Turnersville Pathmark Shopping Center, and it was all covered up by the local police and county prosecutors, they insisted that it just was not going to be investigated, as though they were protecting the secret of the coming alien invasion the next day by a million gray's. What is actually being so heavily guarded and protected is a simple truth. They know the world indeed was invaded, and by an alien force, but they know that we cannot live without them, and they just don't know how to properly get behind one world press conference camera, and explain the birth of the vacuum tube, and its evolution into today's technology that has obliterated humanity, and altered the entire world that once was made of kind human beings living nice lives. This was all some huge mistake that got totally away from itself and about as out of control as anyone could imagine in their wildest dreams and fantasies. Still, one day, I was attacked outside the Haddonwood building structure at the outdoor swimming pool, by a fleet of giant horse flies, that had been lab-integrenetronically altered, and this happened on several occassions, where they were dropped out of moving private aircrafts, going at an aklmost still speed that would stall out any known airplanes even today a decade and a half later, and they came right for me, no one else. Yet there were 30 persons around that pool and in that pool, peeps in sunbathing chairs, the lifeguard, other swimmers, many children and teenagers with much richer blood than I have, and it is normal to assume that these giant flies would attack and want the blood of younger victims with richer blood, but no, they all wanted me. A few days after this happened a third time within the span of perhaps ten days from late July into early August in 1996, the place shut down suddenly, without notice, 24 hours that was it, and to this day, no one can get an explanation to why this club sits there looking like Colinwood in 1995 only then it was late in the year 1970, in the hit TV show, with Gerard Styles, called, 'Dark Shadows'. Again, the show was depicting EXPLORATRONICS, as someone named Judah Zachary, a warlock from long before the time that Gerard Styles lived in, was possessing his body, we never seem to escape this wild fascination as human beings, to this BODY-SNATCHING syndrome, movies after movies, along with the original famous one of course. The truth does fascinate most people, yet simultaneously they are scared to death of most truths.

I've told the story of 1996 many times on many blogs, it is all out there to be plucked and gathered, Serena Access Nation Sutherland, lovely blond. No one could ever make this stuff up, it dwarfs all the writers of fiction put together, and I could never in a million years write it if it had not all really been happening in and throughout my sick demented fucked up life. Please don't even think about giving me so much credit, ladies and gentlemen. But once my mother was involved, as with my pal David, they HAD TO GO, as WOMO might as well have said, but instead of saying this, they just went ahead and did it. Covertly, quietly, with unprovable and amazing stealth. But yes folks, this is real, and this all fucking happened, and a hell of a lot more as well, YO. Then there is Nick the time traveler, and the trip up to Halloween day, from 31 days before that date4, back on September the 30^th in 2008. But before this, in 1996, he took a hammer to a hubcap on my Saturn car, banged it yup real good while I was getting a psychic card reading at a place just down the road from Haddonwood, called, The Gathering Place, and then miles away, he just materialized while I was trying to call my mother on a payphone, and kept insisting that I take a look at my messed up hubcap. Right around this same time, he took me back to 1968 in a powerful beyond vivid dreaming experience, and to my old High School in Westmont, down the street from Albert Pileggi's home, where the now world famous Congressman Robert Andrews used to go and do band practice in the basement of that home. Whyen my mother got a little too close to the truths about the traveling goddesses, aliens, exploratrons, or whatever any of you feel cozy and comfy naming this group from the BRIGGBASE; she was mysteriously killed with an undiagnosable medical condition, just as in 1983 with my forever choking problems, as nobody ever tested me for Aides back then, and without these BRIGGBASE CULTISTS wanting me alive for a long time, and giving me a magical machine called the PRIVECODE, I would be long dead right now, so it was covertly supplied to me in ultimate stealth. When David Roth wanted me to not go further with the Callio and McGuire problem, he too, was whacked, and mysteriously. They managed to wipe out him and his mother in one gargantuan mighty secret fell swoop, via a man from the DRAKE TOWERS of PHILADELPHIA, where my computer was recently hacked from with an ACCESS NATION WORM, RIGHT OUT OF the television show, LAW AND ORDER.

Now I asked the great GAWKY GAUKAUK this morning, why this monstrous mother fucking death siege attack is striking me today, and here is what resulted, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER-844.

Here are some of the powerful items in my MATCHBOOK-LIST for this number, good folks: SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.

1986-----2012-----CONNECTION WITH 'RGG' SONG AND MC-----MC SENT ME TWO LETTERS IN A DREAM-----SIDNEY COHEN-----DESTRUCTION-----

I did not spell out the full song or person name, let us remain a bit subtle here, folks, use that, and the PCN math will work out, I assure you. Now the other day I told you that Gawky gave me PCN-817, regarding the television commercial aired at the end of last century about the tropical fruit drink. Since this day was so horrendous and monstrous, I'll print out my major matchbook list items for that number:

MAYAN CALENDAR ENDS-----MAILBOAT-----HOSPITAL-----EIGHTEEN OH TWO-----MARY ROTH-----LONG ROOM-----HIGHVIEW-----TALL GIRL-----

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

I am averaging a dozen units per game on games played even on my worst botbar days, but peeps, I had to put a small deception on everyone as a Quantum Dynamic Experiment. I was not using any of those old and tested and failed roulette systems that I printed over the past months of this year. I am using one yes, and one given to me by Gawky, but that is all I can tell. If I print it and tell it, it destroys it, go ahead, think I'm nuts, but ask Doctor Sagan if you have a spare candle and match, or go to the still living yet frail, like the mighty mind of Steve Hawking. Ask this mental giant if I am being truthful on how just doing or thinking or saying something, effects outcomes, in the worlds of truth, this would be the subatomic that psychics used to call the Astral Plane. It exists at the point just beyond zero dimensional void infinity, and the waking worlds of materially created hyperspace filled with virtually countless parallel 4-d universes, such as the one that I am now blogging in, and you are now reading this in, WOW.

Let me compensate for page eleven of eleven with my counterstriking fives, peeps. SHEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!

555555555555555555555555555555 plus 55555555555555 times 55555555555555555555555, and divided by 555555 is equal to who cares, Dutches Nike Bowerman Prefontaine?

Yes with all they threw at me today, I was able to get 10 units. Many laugh at systems that produce between 2-10 units. Why they do proves ultimate quintessential ignorance of basic casino gaming finance. Show anyone a way to be guaranteed an average profit of just one unit per game that lasts for hours, and have them play 3 or 4 days a week, and with 1000 chips, and that is a very nice average of 3500 bucks weekly. But remember, please pay your taxes. We don't want to be greedy fisherman, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

Let me say goodnight after a very fucking horrible day folks. I will keep you all apprised about what happens when I go to report the abuse against me bu WOMO here at this building, to the Sheriff's Deps on Thursday. 'Till then, a fond fair well and ado good folks, I will most definitely be BAHKKK, Arnie, but for now,

 

I am now Terminating Transmission: SLAMBOOMBANG!!!!!!!