7:51
PM-EDST THURSDAY, 28 MARCH, 2013
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MARK WAYNE MOHR URLS 2006-2013
HAMMONTON,
NEW JERSEY & FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
The
first thing I will say is that I will be showing a lot of
interconnections throughout these now seven plus years of my blogs,
cutting and pasting or (capping) numerous things together, sort of
like our preachers do with their sermons, and referring to several
various passages of biblical scripture that all connect into their
particular sermon each week. I will not be doing it with this blog,
it will begin with the next several, and not always be part of the
mix, but it is long overdo as a necessary tool for me after so much
of Morianity has now all been spelled out and told. As some may have
guessed by now, there is indeed a powerful group of some sort or
somethings, all united somewhere, and right here on Earth. But
anything material, has counterparts, first in atomic vibratory
frequency (other dimensions in the vast hyperspace) and even
including the light starry realm of the spirit world or Astral-Plane,
where actually, all of this is taking place there as a true reality,
and all of this 'down here' then simply is resulting 'dream', or
dream-down. One prime example is the Cali4nya Car Window Hollerers
Club, that are AKA the Illuminati and other mystical names as well
throughout the world and beyond it, all the way to the Astral-Plane's
true title for these entities, the Lambrigger residents of the
Province Olympia, or those residing at the Briggbase along a large
stretch of the woustern shores of the Teck Bay. All things that
happen here in our waking lives, are merely what we are 'dreaming
here' in this human condition, as a result of our true reality on the
Astral-Plane. Last summer somewhere, I was asked by a viewer (ADS) a
powerful and very good question about the possibility of working the
equation in reverse. After-all, even Einstein's most well known
equation works both ways, and any physicist and mathematician knows
this for a fact. Not only is Energy equal to Mass times the square of
the constant, but the inverse is just as real and true, that Mass is
equal to the Energy divided by the square of the constant, or said
mathematically, E=MC squared, and M=E/C squared. I hope everybody
from my dad's great park pal of Princeton, New Jersey, to any and all
other folks anywhere and anytime, realize that I was merely making a
joke when old blogs were substituting the energy symbol for the word
enemy and then changing other symbolism lettering into McGuire and
Callio, even though, cosmically, it may be anything short of a total
laughing joke. Still, that is for cosmos to decide and deal with,
now, later, or Whenever and whatever, huh old pal Rob of Haddon
Heights, New Jersey? Sorry if my personal address/phone directory
made anyone uneasy, when you all broke into my residence in 2002 in
Mullica Township, Atlantic county, New Jersey, under the foreign
Intelligence Surveillance Act (FISA). You had no right to break all
of my stuff, that WAS illegal, and no court or judge can ever
authorize behavior like that by federal agents AKA swine bag haters
of freedom and civil mother fucking liberties!!! No lads, lassies,
Labbers, and Lab Dogs, AKA (L-4), this will not be where my
preacher-blogs begin here in MORIANITY. But you will not have to
grope as much in the darkness, once you see how zillions of cock
sucking things all connect up so totally and perfectly, with or
without Monopoly Cheater, Sir Bruce Pennock of 2 Beaver Drive, huh
Senator?
Let
me just bring up one little subject on today's little blog, good old
Sir Gawky Gaukauk. Unfortunately, he and I go back in human life to
my first nightmares of him in 1977, while I was employed at a print
shop in Westville, New Jersey, called Mars Graphics. He would do some
really horrible things to me that need not be blogged, and this was
when he told me his name, Professor Gawky Gaukauk, from the Teck Bay
Mystery School. Three years later in the summer time of 1980 or near
the beginning of autumn, while I resided at apartment number 1802, at
Robin Hill, in Voorhees Township, New Jersey; he comes to me as a
huge black cat, sitting in the lap of a strange lady who looked like
the recording artist Melanie Safka; only pregnant, and much much
heavier; and with her hair dyed blond. He gave me the number to the
Pennsylvania Lottery for the next day where I was going to wake up
into, and sure enough it was right, as he told me it was number 495,
and the lady who owned the cat told me that he always hits it on the
nose, if you play straight/boxed, as sometimes he gets it exactly,
and other times he gets it scrambled up. Still, this was only the
very beginning of a contact point, the number that matched a song I
went onto write in yet another three years, that contained within its
lyrics, the four horrible words, “The devil's big lie”, and its
name was “Uncles on Bending Knees” if I am not mistaken, and ?i
rarely am, sorry to brag and boast of my memory. The only time that
my memories have gaps or false or fake interferences, is every time
THAT-FAMILY AKA (TAWF) is involved in the dam situation. I have no
ill will towards the family, just a billion and a half questions that
they totally refuse to ever answer so much as one, kings, queens,
checkers, and water companies of the mighty New Jersey town known the
world over as ATLANTIC CITY. The reason that I now bring all of this
up, you see folks, I have only been blogging since early in 2006,
just a little over seven years, not since 1980. Now in some parallel
universes, things are totally different, and I have been blogging for
thirty-five years, and internet has been around for fifty. In still
others, internet is still not even a dimly lit reality in 2013, nor
are cellular telephones for that matter. Does that matter? You bet
your Annie Dreaming Cornfields it matters, people. Local hyperspace
is like placing a soaking wet towel on a floor, and right next to it,
lat totally dry towels, you know, two or three of them stretched out
in all directions on the floor. Then go back in an hour and see the
transdimensional effects. Now if you place towels that are totally
dry, out next to each other, extending them throughout a mansion
sized home, the effect is only going to stretch out so far, and this
is the same reason that only localized hyperspace or near realities
to our own, will have the greatest effects within the parameters of
each other. After all, the towel all though it is soaking wet, only
contains enough water to seep into so many surrounding towels, and
far enough away, the dry towels will remain totally dry, with no
effect from the wet one whatsoever. This is a great way of explaining
HYPERSPACE EFFECT IN LOCALIZED VERSES DISTANT FIFTH DIMENSIONAL
SPACE. I do not look for things to connect when they do not, but if I
pick up a towel that is getting wet from laying next to a soaking wet
other towel, why try denying the reality of this wetness, why? When
GAGA said to me in that powerful 1980 dream, and just a couple of
months after SISISCYLLA sang “Love is for Carpenters” to me in
that early June of 1980 other dream, the word “DIE-DIE-DIE” over
and over again, meowing it at me, and then the lady who owned this
wild incredible cat told me that 'D' is for letter number 4, 'I' is
for letter 9 and 'E' is for letter number 5, I did not even know any
Long Island highway numbers, and only used to take the train up to
Babylon to visit my mom's cousin and her hubby in the late sixties
and early into the start of the seventies, I never even had heard of
the great Long Island Expressway, let alone the devils big LIE. That
is the truth, oh great United States Copyright Office, but that is
only one story and one truth about so much of this powerful
collection of something that goes beyond the universe a vigintillion
times over, and this is not something that I have been given privy
to, and am as much in the dark about it all, as any and of you
reading these words are, as well, YO! A number of years after both
1980 and 1983, came more visitations from this outlandish huge black
cat, and along with it, learning many things from him such as his
great Numerological tool that these blogs go into details with upon
numerous occasions, and as my search to find the elusive teenager of
the sixties, or the All mighty ISISCYLLA one lifetime ago, GAGA also
returned into my 'dream-life', is this supposed to be some big shock?
I
learned one thing just today, that I have been told I don't have
permission to publicly tell or blog about, not now and not ever; and
that is how some of these family secrets do all fit together, and I
am talking about in ways that no rational mind could even hope to
dispute. The one thing I am allowed to tell wil not be of too much
value, as it takes a near Einstein intelligence to really get what's
being said. There is no way to say it simply, or even make it into
some formula for the scientific community, or at least, I do not know
how to do this at my present level of stupidity. So let me just day
it and get it out here, and let the dam chips fall where they do
fall. As said a hundred or more times before, this entire thing is a
child's game, like a boy or a girl in his or her room playing with
soldiers or dolls, and imagining a million plots and things, and only
the imaginings of the child are the real energy realities, and the
toys are inanimate objects with only that much life within them, and
when the child is out of the room, baring the twilight zone show,
that's it, lights out, 'no nothing', to quote the great lady so angry
on the phone with me that day in 1983. The universe, the multiverse,
the reality beyond it that placed it all here, and so much more, is
all within this magical energy of this up-line child, and then at any
time, mommy yells upstairs, 'dinner time'. Light out, game over. Now
this is just a silly example, but unfortunately, as this old fable
has indeed been used on old black and white TV shows and in books as
well, there is a who9le lot more happening here, folks. There is a
twilight zone effect within the void where the energy is no longer
being given to the reality and all appears as void nothingness. This
unknown strange unthinkable zone is the dream-out zone (DOZ) almost
bizarre in and of itself, when pronouncing the abbreviation of the
letters involved. Many folks familiar with Morianity and its
teaching, will ask me here and there, if all there is nothing, how
can we make dreams? Well, all there is when you close your eyes at
night is darkness and a body laying basically dead in a bed, right?
Then, pow, entire worlds come to life from within and inside of us.
Am I wrong? It is honestly not all that different. Yo0u are not alive
or dead in the void, you merely ARE, you simply exist, there is
nothing, nothing is real, it is NOTHING that IS REAL, it works both
ways, so think about it. Now, eventually, this existence of
nothingness WILL cause DREAM-OUTS, and these are the tiniest possible
realities imaginable, most do not survive and go on into dreams, but
fall back into ourselves at the void over and over, but infinitely,
so since it is infinite, eventually, some of the dreams will take
hold and will take root, and we will DREAM OUT AND AWAY from the void
infinity. But we do not come here to hyperspace, that is a far
journey away from our true beginning. This is why the scientific
community remains hopelessly clueless to how the big bang happened,
and what was before it all, as they only connect life as we know it
now with this before reality 'time' and on top of that, they remain
trapped in this chest banging cave-day mindset of refusing to see a
mechanical principle at work that must loop around endlessly and
endlessly and endlessly, as the loops all then loop together as well,
and this process cannot by definition of any reality, have a point of
origin nor a point of termination, as they are all happening in a
realm that is far outside a realm of any kind of time or said better
and much more accurately, STM (SPACE-TIME-MIND). It's a lot like out
universe in just four dimensions, not even including any alternate
parallel realities, where various agreeing atomic vibrations all exit
at slightly varying frequencies. The entire thing from the first
decillionth of a second to the last one, is a line on the fourth
dimension. This line in a higher dimension does not start or stop, it
is just there, as this line, on this higher dimension. Nothing is
ever lost, or created, or destroyed in higher dimensional reference
frame, in any lower ones. How can it be, it is just there. Science
and philosophy worry endlessly and needlessly about the end of the
universe, it only ends in three dimensions as it begins as well, bun
not in 4 or 5. What you all should be up set about is this, that we
are endlessly trapped in something called existence; and if you were
ever able to get this; the nightmare would crack into your sanity,
like a war missile targeting your head, point blank at ground zero.
This is why 'TAWF'
guards the humans here from their great secrets, and there is a lot
more, but I am not allowed to tell more, or Scylla will have my head
on a pike. Have a nice day folks, the next few will be very
interesting, I promise you this, David and Mark House-less Moorstown
Re-max of 1989, no time travelers need apply, thank you, Ron!
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You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
An
angry mother. Also, a little philosophy
for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
THIS
IS NOW CHAPTER NUMBER XXVI:
If
you have read this opening, feel free to skip this part.
FOLKS,
AS I SAID TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE IN THE LATE EIGHTIES ON MY EPITOME
OF HARASSMENT TAPES, GOOD MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD EVENING,
WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE. How can I possibly know when you are
reading what I am writing? I AM not the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY
JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, and never will be, sort of like my old pal
David Charles Roth's only show in town. How he would always remind
me, seemingly on a daily basis, that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is not the
only show in town, nor will they ever be. I believe the tapes are
somewhere available in the great Library of Congress, Copyright
Office, in Washington, District of Columbia, a place may I add with a
very liberated attitude where the age of sexual consent should be
placed, and what is good for the lawmakers, is good for everyone
else, and if that is not true, just exactly how have I misspelled
America? XIII is the number by the way, such a tender age and how the
perverts must wonder why this is not common knowledge and all move
into our great capitol city, right Roy? I still cannot believe that
you told me this, or that nobody seems to know it, know matter how I
spread around what you said to me, old
pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
will be the master sheet for PART 5 of MORIANITY.
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