SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCXXI
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? 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 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 this time. 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 many 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 still. 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 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 make you all a guarantee. If his 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, on fatally stabbed on some street corner at midnight, 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', they all seem to be in it 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 if you are reading these
words, and my blogs consistently, and have not voted yet, and plan to
later on today, 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
have had control over its awesome secrets and powers, 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 in 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 nothing 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 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,
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, 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,m 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 I personally know from powerful fucking decades of nightmare
experience, that shit is going. 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. 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, some 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 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 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 am 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 and all totally
legal, 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 an 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, it
makes Joseph smith and his enocounter 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, I would love to talk to you, back in 1969 from a cellphone up
here, and 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. 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 real
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
know it only so well; make all the noise you want, do whatever you
have to do, the information will get out to the world, and that is
all I can do, 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 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 abnd hornets
next of DAVID CHARLES ROTH, huh my pals, the good BJ's?
See
you 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 bills and but a little grub.
****THIS
ENDS THIS BLOG.****
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