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SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“TIME
FOR SOME MORE TRS TO BE TOLD”
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2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR
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Three
straight days now, I have put the fuck up with these noisy annoying
cunt lapping neighbors across the hall going in and out all day and
all night with their doors and yelling and music. Today I began
putting up with it around 3:30 this morning give or take, and then
later as the morning approached the afternoon, it has been mother
fucking totally ass relentless. These miserable rotten cock suckers
are making my life total fucking hell, and as Doctor Hourglass
Timesand might put it quite a while ago, in his restaurant and fast
food form, “AND LOVIN' IT”!
Not
only do forces want me miserable 24-7-365.2422, endlessly and
forever, but they also want me to appear to be a sick psychotic
fucked up ignorant bumbling fool at light speed fucking squared.
Thi9s is why they did what they did yesterday while I again attempted
posting some of the older Morianity blogging work onto this new blog
that has the URL address as follows:
http://www.theansweristheqyuestion.blogspot.com/
BUT, discrediting me, is also a fantastic tool, in the very large
package that I have come to call, 'operation disinformation', not
that this exact thing actually exists as precisely described herein,
but you get the drift. If you want to see this very truth in print at
another source, you will think I am merely writing a school book
report, and I speak of an entire chapter in a best seller published
nineties book by the 'new-ager' Doctor Bruce
Goldberg, called, “TIME
TRAVELERS FROM OUR FUTURE”, and the actual chapter name
is “MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT”.
If after you read this, and then read that, written not by psycho
Mountainpen, but rather by a prominent book author; then you should
begin to get the picture, and if you don't, then you are not one who
is meant to get it, so go play a game of monopoly, and enjoy some
great sex with your mate, and just forget all about mother fucking
ass MORIANITY, it really is that Haddonwood Simple, huh 001 in the
future. Hay, maybe just to despite me for printing that clue, you
will alter shit in this universe, but not too worry, as this will
lead right into the topics and TRS stuff that this blog will be all
about as you read on folks. Yes, let this Copper Kettle Fudge Judge
Nutcase tell you all a few more things about paralleling realities
and how they all do indeed effect each other, and even how an
enlightened and aware being, can use this knowledge to control a lot
of shit to their advantage, as well as to
other's disadvantage, which is SOMETHING THAT THE
WOMO-MILITUFORCE IS QUITE FAMOUS FOR DOING.
First,
if we perceive what I all ready know is the truth, and none believe
any of it for the most part, mostly because you are just not capable
of enough (Astral Strong Force) in your waking world humanity,
(FAITH); then using mortal lingo is needed here, so this is me trying
to relate and thus, using your words and or terminology about truths
that I see on a different system and or level. So don't go thinking
please, that wow, he is changing his tune, my tunes don't change.
Choose to hate them or to never sing them, but they DON'T CHANGE, I
merely use relatable words now to talk on about this, so listen as
best as you possibly can, it really does get quite good, I promise.
From the time we are born, we leave little shedding pieces of
our-self behind continually, in fractional blocks in time of about
400 per minute. Doing this, allows us to move from one to another,
but as in card rummy or many other card games, a card is drawn from a
deck in a game, and a card is then discarded. Just as this rule is a
constant, it is why we cannot go to another star system yet or travel
beyond our own backyard into deep space. You need to expel something
to then get you pushed along, and scientists measure this energetic
constant in a physics term known as 'ergs'. Reread that paragraph and
come to understand it, because as we perceive stuff humanly in this
parlor trick game we all are stuck endlessly in with no possible way
out ever no matter how many gurus may promise otherwise; I will speak
to it in words more relatable than in other blogs. Again, my tune is
the same old song, but I am making it listenable by adding a modern
beat, if you wish to equate this information into a musical
translation. So read and read and understand, and then begin reading
the following paragraphs. Thank you folks.
As
I said, we need to chug a lug and move along in roughly 400 little
instantaneous pieces every minute from birth through death. To move
from one to the next however or picking a new card, we need to
discard, and this discarding process, is why the parlor trick of
memory and fading memory over longer times, comes into play in human
life. We need to keep sliding along on a pond of magical cosmic ice,
and we also need some magical cosmic wind that pushes us so that we
are always NOW at a point where we drew a new card, and discarded one
as well, and the discarding of one is indeed, the push-process. Now
in a space shot, no one has of yet been able to safely get anyone or
anything past the moon, if they desire a safe return back to the
Earth. Us sliding along in our mental awareness to existence in the
material world also requires these same ERGS of power or energy
divided by time. Ask any physicist if you doubt my words or message
here, go ahead and challenge me, I want you to. They will not be able
to help you past what they know, and that is all I need you to fact
check me about, as I need to test your ability to see that these
words have truth in them as we move on past what THEY KNOW.
So
as stated, you and I move on second by second and hour by hour and
year by year, but in order to accomplish this, we need to leave a
breadcrumb trail of released or expended energy. Just as all animals
and humans, and any carbon based life, takes in food or calories, and
burns them to exist and live in waking world life, in an endless
cradle to grave cycle; these breadcrumbs are part of what we were and
are no more exactly, so they are lost. Some of us gets lost forever
in dreams all over hyperspace. Some of us gets lost in many past
areas of our own atomic universe, and in differing ways and amounts.
As with many card games, more than one card may be drawn, and also,
more than one card may be discarded, and the choice is that of the
player's every time. Even in prison you have a choice every second.
You can make trouble or sit still, second by second. The illusion and
parlor trick in not in the choice that we all think we are making,
but in the amounts of ourselves, that we leave behind, all through
time and hyperspace. Only a hundred people on this planet can read
this and really know what is being said in its fullness of message.
That is ashame and to quote Mister L&O Anderton, “PITIFUL”.
Now I remind you all again, these words speak in your words, I would
use others based on what I know, but I am attempting to be more
relatable, at least a little bit, by not throwing in my usual terms
such as forward-mortal and how we all see things backwards, or that
time is part of something called SPACE-TIME-MIND, and is merely a
reality of higher energy in six dimensions, being switched down lower
into five; thus creating the enormous and unfathomable hyperspace,
or the virtually limitless parallel 4-D universes. Without really
having a time where MORIANITY is known about and controlling life on
Earth, rather than the illusion and psychic Maya, from the ancient
worlds all the way back and straight up to right now presently; the
most powerful truths cannot ever be told or received, it is
impossible, so spiritual truths of any form are told in various
degrees of story-form, or put Biblically, in parables, just as did
the great master, Jesus. I know this wonderful being as King Akoslem
of Province Olympia, and there are many reasons why the 3rd
millennium was when the truth of Morianity was destined to come out,
not in all parallel universes of the hyperspace, but in a large
majority of them, and no, don't ask me if this one will be one of
them, Bret Henningsen, because as we all knew in Haddonwood, and
Hammonton, and Colorado, and even down here in sunny Florida, things
can always be changed. The trick is not to try and predict anything,
but to know how to reach the universe where the event is real in.
Take the lottery the other day that everyone was going bonkers about.
Any advanced Type-3-Exploratron is able to go to the store and pick
any combination they want to, and then merely FIND the universe,
where that number was the winning number in. THAT is the equation
ROCK, Nurse Chappel, and poor crushed Priceline Kirk
Roddenberry!!!!!!!! Knowing how to CROSS OVER this barrier, is the
ultimate parlor trick, what, you all don't think that SCYLLA knows
all this, and sent me all these messages even when she was but an
early teenager? The problem all along with so many things is this
folks. David Roth would not meet me half way that night in the summer
of 1997 up at the Military War Games area of Warren Grove, that he
gave the name of “HIGHPOINT” to, in New Jersey. Now this does not
mean that her conscious mind right now allows her any memory of this,
and the only reason that I have these memories is because of that god
dam machine that Mary wanted me to get rid of so vehemently back in
1987, and told me so in no uncertain terms, MISTER KARPF AT&T
SWITCHEROO. Do you scum buckets in the fucking WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE
really take me for the ultimate ignorant fucking ass fool, just
because you have the power to make my human life a hell on fucking
Earth? WOW, what ego maniacs you all must be to entertain that absurd
and Dairy Queen notion, YO.
The
real topic now is how does a normal human being advance to become a
TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON?
Well folks, it is time to say some shit I have yet to blog. Some know
about the giant lap top, the Privecode Machine, the Compufone, the
Motive Program, multiplexed internet, the tap screens of my 2006-2007
blogs, Tennessee Avenue and all of its incredible power, and why, the
triangulation of three worm holes, the so-called Selena Dada
Alchemist of 1974, the Phase-4 Astral entity who has been indwelling
the world famous billionaire since 1980 and Mount Saint Helen's,
Mister Donald Trump, and the true and totally real way that all of
this connects up together, right down to just the printing of these
powerful words and truths is causing my nabes to be screaming and
shouting out in the public hallway at 7:39 PM, Mizz D. Marotto. You
see peeps, I am limited at all times to what I can totally tell you,
and I did not need my daughter to shout that truth out from 102
stories in the air, I knew all along, and all the time, and in fact,
I knew what she was trying to secretly tell me. Now yes, my waking
conscious mind tried hard to block it all out and away from my waking
life and mind, but the bag is empty, and there is a huge cat running
all around. Just saying that much, totally stopped the intimidation
and persecution, as all is totally quiet again two and a half minutes
later which is right now, relative to me and my right now, as you may
be reading this 10 years from my right now, here. And you all wonder
why the curly haired genius called it RELATVE, give me a break peeps.
Let us return to the topic of how a normal person goes from being a
type-1 to a type-3. All of us are TYPE-1. To say you are not is like
saying you don't have a body. Well, then you are not interacting in
the universe and interaction that I am typing this message in. Hay,
maybe you don't have a body, so go away. Now, for those invited to
the party, and who belong to some kind of a relative
normal reality physically,
how do we learn to walk, then run and jump, how do we learn to eat
and swallow without slobbering out a ton of messy baby food?
Everything and anything is a learning process. I already have blogged
and explained the great FASCITAR OF 1969, that Patricia Hollister
made me aware of back in late 1972 when my old pal was doing the
Crocodile Rock, and never made any bones about the fact that using
this tool can make you become every bit as aware to the total truths
of everything, as any spiritual master who has lived on this Earth so
far. Now, we can move on a bit and be more specific about learning
how to become more of a DREAMER, as opposed to being the very vast
majority of those who merely go to sleep and happen to have DREAMS.
The noun verses the verb or non action verses action, is everything,
but that still is not a HOW-2 so let me still keep chug a lugging
along good folks.
Morianity
Foundation was not something I planned, any more than was, joining
Haddonwood for the final time out of numerous times, on 27 June in
1994, or suddenly going on a great quest and mission to find a
magical teenaged girl from my past, Sarah Krassle, or anything else.
Some things are planned by us, others are planned by things around
us, and still others, are not planned at all, the reason for such
words and expressions perhaps, such as, “Spur of the moment”, or
“impulsive” or even, “Y did I do or say that”? Still, this
leads us into part #398, and skips too much earlier needed
foundations and instructions in the HOW-2's, so let's back the fuck
up and start where we need to peeps. Here is PART-1. This will
continue along the way my mother's story did, and maybe one day, I
will print it all as one big sub-book lesson. Maybe, who knows, other
than perhaps for GAGA? Oh yes people, my wonderful big black kitty
cat, Professor Gawky Gaukauk, WOW, does it really get so much better
on other blogs? I wouldn't know, as I have no time to search much
stuff, the YOUTUBE was only done because I was obeying a powerful
command from my kid, and UI think shit got all blown out of hand and
as usual and to quote George Burns on his great “OH GOD” movies,
“WHAT A MESS”.
HOW
TO GO FROM BEING A PHASE-1 TO A PHASE-3
EXPLORATRON
INSTRUCTIONS---------------------------------PART
1
Maybe
you will not like PART ONE too very much, BUT, here it is, real super
short, sweet, and simple, Red Henningsen.
MASTER
THE FASCITAR. Yes, it will be reexplained again on later blogs. For
now I want to end this blog with PART-TWO, and for those that think
they can skip PART-ONE, hay, you can wake up tomorrow and believe
you're a monkey for all I fucking care, it changes nothing. Without
PART ONE, then PART TWO will be as meaningless as a warehouse of
cheese in a world with no rats or mice. That's a promise folks.
INSTRUCTIONS----------PART
2
Believe
the basic truths told in MORIANITY that I will now list without any
lengthy elaborations. Without this, forget about ever being a
TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON,
sorry, this is just the dam truth, I would never lie to my wonderful
MORIANS.
The
basic truths of Morianity are as follows:
First,
these two sentences are not silly words strung together for effect,
they have a meaning. When you GET IT, you will know, and you will
jump around like you just won a million fucking bucks. Sentence one
is
NOTHING IS REAL.
Sentence two is YOU
SIMPLY EXIST, AND TIME IS AN ILLUSION.
Second,
everything is in a reverse. This is the job of your conscious and
waking mind, it does this for you to allow you to live your physical
life as the you who you are right now.
Third,
the Head Morian, MARK WAYNE MOHR, wants for nothing that is tangible
or material, caporial or physical. He wants to be believed, not
believed in, as he is not some master seeking a following, and is
perfectly happy to have this foundation exist after his physical
death comes to pass. Believe in what I tell you, not in the teller or
me. I am merely the victim of the great present generation nightmare
called, the HUNTINGTON CURSE. No Morian ever needs to think of me,
they can even rename it all and let my memory turn to squat, that is
not important, only my life and my message is what is needed,
otherwise, forget about becoming a T-3-E.
Fourth,
you
must learn the reality of the four phases of basic existence, and
then the three phases of hyper-dream-world-travel
(HDWT).
I'll reprint the details later on other soon to follow blogs, and
they all ready have been told on prior ones.
Fifth,
you must come to know and understand the details of the ASTRAL-PLANE
CULT known as the LAMBRIGGERS, as well as their human world doubles
or doppelgangers, called by me throughout MORIANITY, the
WOMO-MILITUFORCE. At a point soon after all these five things are
under your belts, so to speak, you then must decide if you wish to
work basically alone or in a group, and this is based on your own
present time you personality. This does not mean that you need to
join up with this group every time you operate, or never join up
should you wish to be more solo, but you must pick a MOST-TIMES kind
of choice and informed decision, and THEY WILL KNOW, you need not
light up some silly candle and play 'my daughter's mom'. But speaking
of this, I know of only four alive humans as of this date of blog
publishing, that would be considered by me to be T-3-E, and she is
one, and my daughter is one. The other two are not your frikkin
concern, ladies and gentlemen. I will end the lesson here for today,
YO, reread, enjoy, within a year, you can do this. If winning that
500 million the other day was what you wanted, that would be as easy
as pie. But to anticipate your question, so why don't I improve my
life, well, first, large money changes everybody and I am here on
mission and have no desire to be changed or to ever have large money,
and also, I am limited in what I can do exploratronically, because I
have the entire BRIGGBASE CULT against me, it is what being under the
frikkin HUNTINGTON CURSE is all about, it is interchangeable, they
declare war on you, you are under the curse of the Huntington Family,
as this family goes straight back, directly to the Judah Tribe of
Abraham and to King David as well. This is all you need to know, with
any amount of force.
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plus 5555555555555555555 times 555555555555555555555555 divided by
5555555 is equal to my compensation for seeing page eleven of eleven
on my document system. My surf and Turf day will come with you, Jane,
believe THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One by one, folks that did me
in over the past 30 years are all dropping like a bunch of stenchy
house flies. TEE-HEE-HEE MIZZ LILLY MUNSTER SHIPYARDS ANDREWS,
WHAAAAAAAAAA!
BYE-BYE
FOR NOW, BROWN EYED COW-LIO-AT&T CALL TEN REAL FUNNY DUDES AND
DUDDESSES, YO, AHA-AHA-AHA.
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