SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCXXI--RE-POST WITH CORRECTIONS
THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE
MIILIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT
CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG
SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR (BSNF):
“I
TRY NOT TO BRING POLITICS INTO THE BLOGS”
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2296
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©
MARK WAYNE MOHR AND HIS URL PROPERTY THAT
BELONGS
TO HIM ONLY, 2006-2012
SWORN
VOLUNTARILY TAKEN OATH OF TOTAL TRUTHS
WITH
NO ADDITIONS OR DELETIONS WHATSOEVER, THIS OATH IS SWORN BEFORE THE
FLAG AND NATION OF MY BIRTH, THE USA, AND THE GODDESS AND OWNER AND
RULER
OF THE MULTIVERSAL CREATION, SSJK, JEHOVAH
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
There
will not be a lot told, but a lot of quick inferences will be touched
on, and left open for later dissection as these blogs go along.
First, I try and keep politics out of the blog, as all ready, one of
two major no-no chit-chats is all over the blog, and that is the many
things that cannot help but be associated with the other no-no topic,
'religion'. Still, religion is not what these blogs are about, nor is
Jehovah's appearance to me since I was a youth, taking an extremely
pleasing shape, which if you stop and think about it, how can you
honestly believe this force can put nearly a septillion stars in the
night sky, and not be able to accomplish that tiny little candy take
from the babies trick? This is a
reinsertion, this was all hacked out obviously by SARAH KRASSLE IN
HER PRESENT HUMAN FORM, make no mistake about it, SHE still is
totally, GODDESS ALL MIGHTY. When I posted this up, all of this
printed text in-between the words (“babies trick?” and the words
“not even”) were deleted, and not by me. I saw it happen, it just
poofed off, just like a real fucking life HARRY POTTER MAGIC SHOW. I
was saying something along the lines that these blogs are giving
recent impressions that are anything but an accurate depiction of
what they were designed to be at their inception point early in 2006.
Many folks think that this is nothing but a blog about many unknown
things about the greatest female recording artist of all time, Mariah
Carey. Notice this part was magically poofed off, including her name.
I was saying stuff along the lines that I can only go where leads and
investigative procedures normally would take any detective or
researcher. From the start, I only discussed a far off branch of this
great artist's family, the very very distant CALLIO branch, that is
clueless for the most part to their distant relative. How I exactly
led this into the printing text that will soon follow, I cannot
remember. There is no fighting the quintessential hacker and owner
and ruler of the multiverse, MC. I was saying something about I don't
think she totally consciously knows what is happening, but I feel she
knows a lot, and I am not alone, and this is why I tell you all to
view these super fabulous videos of Delores Cannon. Now you will see
how the two things were interrupted, and I am not going to even try
and put them together but I will re-post this blog. No one will
violate my civil rights and get away with it. Not even in
present human life or Astral Plane dream-down. Some may take the
point of total disagreement and say that the entire thing, at least
for about 55 months or so, is all about this. I cannot help it, if
stuff all ties in; and it just proves my point here on these blogs,
with stuff that I honestly am telling and talking about; but this is
not the motive. The motive is to tell a story, and this is how this
all started nearly seven years ago, as the Morianity-Bible
Old Testament, on the internet at the blogger dot com
website for bloggers, a basically fairly new thing to be, a blogger
that is; at that time. Now, as for politics; I did tell how things
started getting real bad for me, in 1983 and 1986, and better in
1994, and how it is difficult not to recognize the blue and red
political patterns involved. In fact, when 1981 rolled around, the
Playboy Bunny 'bad-neighbor' who came to
reside below me at the Robin Hill Apartments of Voorhees Township,
New Jersey, USAESMWG; perfectly matched a time when a new
president came in after a pretty easy to figure out dirty deal went
down in the Middle East World, involving the 444
day hostages and the Iranian take over of the American
Embassy in Tehran. Many things began setting me up for much of the
stuff that is now happening to me; to in fact, grow their roots; and
just a few months after the Republican President, Ronald Reagan,
entered his term in office, as our 40th US President. When
some powerful invisible thing began choking me to death, in the late
spring time of 1983; RR was in office. When
the August 15, 1986 nightmare struck me down like an
innocent dog in the road, yes, RR was in office still. Now when
things got way better for me, in what these blogs have called a 'PORT
IN THE STORM YEAR', back in 1994, he was not; but instead,
our wonderful 42nd President was in office, the great
awesome William Jefferson Clinton. But
when the Callio family put their full weight of power
against me once and for all, to destroy my entire life completely and
totally; at this time, SIR George was in
the White House, our lovely 43rd
President. Now, Barack Obama, our 44th
President is in there; and I will now make you all a guarantee.
If the Republican peeps had remained in power, I cannot speak for
what all the various things in general may or may not have all come
to pass, but my trip down here to Florida, to try and save my life,
and get away from this CALLIO CLAN
OF DISASTER, AKA THAT FAMILY
OF 1970; would have ended with me dead in some
shelter, or fatally stabbed on some street corner at midnight;
totally broke, homeless, and bottom inning struck out. Whatever
problems that I personally am in with the
WOMO-MILITUFORCE, they love the billionaire world owner
'wealthy's', and they all seem to be in this together. What the 'it'
is, even Alex Jones is trying to work all that out, but I will say
one thing open and honest, to all of you that are reading these
words, and my blogs consistently; and have not voted yet, and plan to
later on today, on this National Election
Day and Leap Year. I just unplugged my modem, as there is
no FREEDOM OF SPEECH IN THIS COUNTRY, NOT WHEN YOUR SPEECH
GOES AGAINST THESE WOMO-SCUM BAG MOTHER FUCKING PRIVELAGED
AND ENTITLED SLEAZY SNAKES OF TOTAL POWER. They hacked me while I was
on this office program, and made the entire system begin to crash,
closing programs, and lots of other hacks; and by the way peeps, this
computer fucking cunt hacking has been ON A MOTHER FUCKING SUPER ASS
ROLL FOR ABOUT A WEEK NOW.
The real power has
always been, THESE FUCKING
CALLIOS, and it is
time you all know this, as
they own and control a powerful real honest to the goddess WORMHOLE
down in Atlantic City, New Jersey; and they have had total control
over its awesome secrets and powers,
ever since Robert McGuire's father,
built that dirt bag Pittsburgh Hotel, on Tennessee Avenue, right on
the old Atlantic City Boardwalk, where it originally stood in 1902,
before the engineers moved it closer east, in towards the sea; a
foolish move, but mans love of the sea does strange things to his
logic. I should know, as I love HER most of all, and would die for
HER a million times over with pleasure. As
I speak at 7:02 AM-EST, A FIRE ALARM IS GOING OFF HERE AT MY PH
BUILDING,and
this has not happened in about a week or pretty near. So this is how
I know, using the wisdom of the great
DELORES CANNON, AND A
MUST VIEW FOR MY MORIANS, AS IT IS ALL POSTED RIGHT UP HERE ON MY
BLOGS, FOR YOU TO JUST SCAN THROUGH, ON THE RIGHT MARGIN, AND CLICK
INTO, but yes; when shit starts, I know that indeed, MAJOR BIG ASS
TROUBLE FOR ME IS RIGHT THERE, AND UP IN MY FACE, and that none of
this monster crap, is in my mother fucking cunt lapping imagination,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Actually, an hour
ago, I klutzed out, and fucking spilled a quarter of a can of my
Mountain Dew Soda. Whenever
I klutz out folks, it normally is always the start of one hellish
shitty fucking thing after another, and an OTAMM WOMO MILI-2-FORCE
attack as well,
YO, it never seems to fucking ass fail, as on 08/02/96, L-4!!!!
Well
peeps, the weekend was real bad with the noisy ass nabes, not that I
have not seen worse, and it got better yesterday, Monday, but before
I got into this blog, they are doing the door thing, and singing out
in the hall. I guess they think my kid is gonna' give them a special
break on her show soon, dream fucking on. This family are TAKERS,
they are not GIVERS, I should know. I am still out a cassette tape
from 1986. Not gonna' happen ass holes, you'd be better off seeing if
Lenny McKinnon has any offspring who decided to go into the music
promo bizz, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know that I would
not ask my daughter for a thing, and the only thing that will ever
transpire between us, is after I am dead, when she will get a notice
that my dad's treasure charts that passed down to me, have now been
passed down to her and her wonderful little devils, AHA AHA AHA, huh
Mikey McNulty from '71, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?????????? Hay folks, to
get back to the voting bullshit, you do what you want, but here is
the bull-crap, that I personally know, from powerful fucking decades
of nightmare experience, that shit is going on. If
you have at least fifty million dollars,
you do need to vote for the great and wonderful Mitt Romney. Now for
us in the 99-majority, why this is not a fucking cunt total landslide
ass election, blows my mind. If you have less than 50 mill folks, and
you don't get it yet, and you don't vote for our savior, and my
friend, President Obama; well, as many say, and have said throughout
the American centuries now; we get those who we choose WOW a
tremendously accurate statement. All
Trump ever did was taunt this great man in the White House with one
stupid thing after another,
oh he will tell you it is all perfectly reasonable and in fact, don't
read my nutty blogs, as I am the space cadet tin foil hat guy. Well,
he was the one who asked Ann King to come down there, and bring me;
and have me bring my daughter. He was the one so caught up in time
travel, that he thought that I actually had brought not only her, but
the teenager from 1986, when he saw his surveillance videos that day
in '09, and nearly crapped himself when Leticia Tilley was roaming
around his great Atlantic City Trump Plaza Hotel Casino. He was the
one who could not resist naming his ugly yacht, his PRINCESS, because
he had a tap on my telephone all through the 80's and into the 90's,
or his big-business pals did; and knew that I always referred to the
disco queen Donna Summer, as my PRINCESS;
and is something that is between the late Donna, and myself; and is
nobody's fucking business, especially yours,
nosy-DON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do you folks want to
elect a dude who honestly thought that I went back into time, and
brought a teenager by the name of Mariah Carey, up to 2009? Mitt
never believed it, but Mitt won't be running the dam White House if
he is elected, not really. He will have way to many favors to repay,
and right on top of the favor list, will be a huge pile of them, all
stamped, DONALD J. TRUMP.
You all believe what you want to. I cannot force you to listen, nor
do I wish to change anyone's voting opinion; but I do wish for these
truths to get out there today, and maybe even circulate; as I sure
would not dare print shit like this, if I did not have real live
witnesses to call, that would prove all of these things being said,
100%. Some would testify hesitantly because they know who butters
their frikkin ass bread, but things like that are sometimes totally
unavoidable, YO. If I am ever sued, I would subpoena folks with more
name recognition than anyone so far mentioned on today's blog, and
folks even wealthier than the DONALD. Take that as the truth, it
is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have been told by a reliable
person that has a lot of clout, that the day in 1990 when my car was
destroyed in Camden, New Jersey while my mother and I were over at
the Camden County Prosecutor's Office, was indeed done at the behest
of all of these lovely powerful ruling Republican forces, that just
want to make total fucking slaves out of all of us, and wreck what is
left of this once great country, once and for all. Go ahead, vote
wrong, and then you will all see; and then you will all look me up in
three years, and call me a prophet, and a god. I won't want your
praise or your dam recognition. I will sadly tell you with direct eye
contact, and in a low and solemn voice, “Folks, you're talking to
me now, when it really is just too late”, if my kid will let me
quote her here, that is!!!!!!!!!!!!! Peeps, I went through this shit
for 30 years now with these peeps, and I never said that all of the
Democrats are perfect little angels either, if again, my kid will let
me sort of quote her. What I am saying is that the less of two evils
by far, is our great man in the house, and if you vote the other way,
well, I may not need to worry about trying to end life as I know it
much longer, as things will just spiral in that direction with no
help whatsoever from little old me, peeps.
Another
thing you need to be aware of L-4 is as follows: Real power is
silent. Thunder makes a lot of noise and never hurt a soul. Lightning
is what kills people. This analogy is being used because something of
great power is needed to be made into a parable here for my story
that follows. Nobody ever knew about the name of CALLIO. Many of the
real powerful CALLIO's have crossed
over now, into the
fisherman lands of lovely Jennifer Love Hewitt. I told you how the
phone and the electric were knocked out, and I was bomb
threatened in 1997; me and my pal Fred, from Radio
Shack.
This was back when I resided at the Somerdale, New Jersey death
house, as I had come to soon label it as. CALLIO
was sending DREAMS to my mother about Long Beach Island property
owned by her father,
my grandfather, in the days while he operated his boys summer camp,
in Brant Beach; called, Camp Miquon.
The 'noisy-rich' and the 'noisy-powerful' folks, such as arrogant
entertainment world lover, DJ Trump, and those like him to some
degree, as we all know, there is no one like this Shorty MacInvondi
character, and some know these secrets, and they really do know these
powerhouse, 'shut up or else' truths; so we need not explore a lot
further; so for right now, I will move on with my present point,
folks. More than I fear President Trump by favor-proxy in the White
House in the teen years of this century, I
fear the mighty CALLIO FAMILY.
They fucked up the entire house when Fred and I began Googling up
public information, all totally legal, and about them; from that
Somerdale home that afternoon, at 112 Harvard Avenue. Someone parked
a strange blacked out all window vehicle right at my house for no
reason, and I was even told on the computer screen before they
totally crashed everything, that I would get myself blown up. Then
just today, I write the name of CALLIO,
and all HELL-DOGTOWN breaks loose with a computer hack, and a fire
alarm, one right after another. I write it again right now in big
bold underlined lettering, and my names are yelling out in the hall
with their bing bang never ending doors.
Folks,
I have more worms in this computer, than a team of lifelong fisherman
have used, to fill their pales with catches, greedy, or non-greedy
ones. I know someone is working hard all day, but not to give fish
away or to give them away either way, but this office 3.1 is just
about to be traded in for a new system, as I am having my friend who
has put the Gawnum onto Software, hook me up with a nice brand new
system, using
MAC and APPLE,
and he will take this garbage off my hands, and I will be square with
him; as he will just take the other difference, and take that off the
top, if and when the website is up, and we are selling the Gawnum-®
Program on a professional legal business website. Speaking of this, I
played my quantum-Roulette, and won,
and also won with the system I am not going to be discussing any time
real soon. I am playing against noise factions of my WOMO-ENEMIES,
and the nabes-faction of the WOMO-ENEMIES, and all things combined,
plus the other game with the system I will not discuss as of yet with
anyone; I am ten units ahead, on this very bad day, that is just
about to go to an official fucking BOTBAR
status, unless shit alters, stat!!!!! Peeps, I will tell a huge
secret, since they just won't fucking stop messing the shit with me,
and the name of the secret could be labeled, I suppose; as the
GRANDFATHER
PARADOX SYNDROM OF TIME TRAVEL AND MY RELATING TO IT PERSONALLY WITH
SCHOOL PLAYS.
Without
saying another fucking dick licking word folks, I know that the
scientists reading this, and there are a couple, as this has indeed
come to my attention; all ready know what I am going to say a small
thing about on this blog, and then leave a lot open for a
continuation on later following other blogs. Whether or not this is
happening in extreme localized hyperspace, or more distant parallel
universes, I still received a 'hello', from my great educator, back
at Ann and Dawn King's home, in 2009, in the autumn. But this great
educator is my daughter from the future, back there to make sure that
I do what needs to be done, so that she can not only be my teacher
back then, but my daughter in the future, as well. This was all why
Sarah Jacobson came into this wild mix, just three years later. They
all can give you those magic
Fascitarian dreams,
then make them happen; and do all sorts of great miracles, such as
locked boxes, chains, great music, great chemtrails that even I wish
to this day, I had a photograph of. It would go super mother fucking
viral on the YOUTUBE, nothing ever looked like this huge 3-lined
CHEMTRAIL. But if you want to see a miracle nearly this incredible,
do two things.
Follow Morianity
and tell three people to follow it, and let us get this exploding
into a world religion for crissake. It needs to be, as it all makes
Joseph Smith, and his encounter with Sarah-Stacey Krassle, look like
a fireside chat with a couple of kittens. Then
go out and vote,
and when you do, remember that the Head Morian, ME, is being
destroyed totally, by these monster Trump type folks, those who know
that travelers are real and happening as they should know, they are
doing it a lot of the time, and is why they thought I did this with
my own daughter in oh-M-9. Have you seen the great G-R-A-N-T O'Neil
lately, great one? He told me something one day and I thought he was
just seeing what I would say or do, or if I would tell and rat on
him. I all ready knew that he was trying to sleep with Miss America
of '69, but he also told me the total secret, but the way he told me
one day, was along the lines of hearing you talking to yourself and
holding your compact, Misses M. I wish you would let me know the
exact field density frequency as well as the diapole unitak switching
codes, as I would love to talk to you, back in 1969 from a cellphone
up here and then hear what Grant told me all over again, about a
train ride, and a wild invention. You really truly
have missed one hell of a Richie Ryan party, Doctor Steve Hawking,
sir, and you'll never even know that all of this was going down,
right under your nose.
Why? Because the
hidden, MUST REMAIN HIDDEN,
remember that little bit of Lennon/Lenny McWisdom-Kinnon old
friends???????????? Well, let me go, and let me stay endlessly
trapped in Ralph and Sandy's time loop, along with the great other
friend of yours, Ernest Merker, of Erie, Pennsylvania. WOW,
here are numbers that I need to compensate for dirt bag Jane Fonda,
and what she did to me, as this is now page eleven of eleven on my
office document system. This has become a really huge fucking pain
in my dam ass, Jane; you pile of disease. 555555555555555555555555
plus 5555555555555555555 times 555555555555555555555555555, and then
divided by 555555555555555555555555555555555, times the cube of
555555555555555; is equal to guess what number, gee?
Well,
as I said back in two thousand eight, and the great Pope Benedict XVI
knows it only so well; make all the noise you want, do whatever you
have to do. This information will get out to the world, and that is
all I can do, so from there, Delores, my friend; it
is up to the world
and whether or not they choose as you might put it, to move it along.
The funny part to all of this is that until about ten days ago, I did
not even know you lived on Planet Earth, so 'somebody' sure
engineered stuff, so that we would meet via the great internet. The
CALLIO FAMILY is the quiet and real power behind all of them,
MCGUIRE, MCGETTIGAN, GALLAGHER, HICKEY, KING, SOIFER, TILLEY,
KENNEDY, MCGINTY, GARRIGAN, MAROLA, REALE, and this is just the
A-LIST. If they get me pissed off enough, I will print the B-LIST,
and just how they all tie together, and you will think you are
reading the frikkin Moses
Books of the Original Bible,
with all of the begets. Keep wishing and hoping, cultist Camping,
maybe someday, we can all join Mister Reagan, and get to touch the
face of Goddess, well, actually, I almost ended up on Riker's Island
26 and a quarter years ago for that, and maybe a bit more. Well, we
can close now, and harp more on shit that we opened up here today and
recently as well. This will be the REAL/E can of worms and hornets
nest, of DAVID CHARLES ROTH, huh my pals, the good BJ's? I'll 'CU'
over at the studio soon; call me when you get a seck, BRO. I passed
your place the other day, going to that rotten Comcast Office. They
sent me the wrong box, and no return box, and they never knocked. It
is a miracle I got the shit on Friday morning, while going out on my
errands to pay my bills, and buy a little grub.
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ENDS THIS BLOG.****
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