NOVEMBER
19, 2013,
TUESDAY
EVENING AT 9:12
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 71 DEGREES FNHT.
TITLE
OF THIS SERIES OF BLOGS:-------
“THE
MAGIC TOOL THAT CAN PREDICT DOW JONES
PRICES WITH 80%+ ACCURACY, ENDLESSLY, AND IS MY
PERSECUTION, IN THE UNITED STATES; SINCE THIS BEGAN
IN 1986”
“HACKING
OR IGNORANCE, HOW CAN I EVER KNOW?”
I
tried responding to an e-mail this evening, and no matter what I did,
I got an error-message each time I hit the SEND button at the xfinity
e-mail system. Only one person knows who this is referring to. I will
try again, and call Comcast to see if they can help me get an e-mail
through to you. I did get yours, which was one of the things I had
said in the non deliverable message, to you. Personally, I think I
was hacked. WOMO does not want me to do anything, and can stop me
from ever doing anything, and this has put a crimp in my lifestyle
the size of a galaxy. Still, I will dedicate this blog to my friend,
and he will know what is being said, but others following along will
still get the witty flavor and quite a bit of new exciting material
from the old Mountainpen, so don't skip this chapter, please, just
because its main theme is for one particular viewer that I was
unsuccessful at contacting by electronic mail tonight.
First,
before I do get into the purpose of the blog of today; I will tell
you that my nabes were very annoying all day, two days straight now,
and this is really getting on my last Dawn-Marie King nerve. If I
could go back through time the way that it is done in the syfy movies
and not through the only meaningful way of doing it, STM travel;
Eckists and other mystics and guru's may refer to this as soul
travel, the great Chinese had their words of wisdom as well, the
''I-CHING'', but here is what Bullfrog Non Jeremiah and I would do,
good kind peeps.
This
would be broken up into several increments of magical leprechauns,
lovely JS, and others, so let us play this silly game, well, no
sillier I suppose than some of SSJKK's great Astral-Plane games, such
as the once that she personally has named, ''Guess The Name Of The
Guests''. HAHAHAHA MMCN, and Sheila Franklin Hair Savage
McCoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, speaking of the fifth Dimension, as I
have preaching right along for coming up now on eight solid non gold
years; you cannot get away from the truth by creating fiction, it
comes out, it all comes out, as in a limited sized universe, the
maximum possible combination events, absurdly large as this may be,
still keeps it a closed system or a locked infinity, and only a few
wild folks ever really seriously delved into this science that some
termed back in the eighties, ''Weird Theory''. So let me break these
major times down for you all, so that if I was really Doctor Owl-Who,
on first or any bases, Abbott and Costello; the only year I would go
back into would be 1969. This year for me was like no other, despite
my life being out of any hundred wild novels all spliced together
like Hollywood-Hyperspace, as I occasionally jokingly refer to
things, and you know why; with the same actors in all different
parts, creating the best visual possible, for aiding me to display
and show; the truths about parallel realities. But back to 1969,
well, unfortunately for me, not literally.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
This
cannot be intelligently verbalized, just as Kevin Bacon's lines went,
in that super early nineties movie, ''Flatliners''. I will do the
very best that I am able to do, kind folks. I had an old indirect
boss, ten years after the summer time of 1969 ended, whose name is
known by the world, Pat Robertson. If it was not for his account at
the RPL Studios growing larger, there never would have been a job
created that I ended up filling on one of the final days in July of
1979, I never worked directly for him, but it would be no stretched
truth to say that I did indeed work indirectly for him, and thus, if
he had not ever been born, I never would have worked for a year and
eight and a half months, at this Camden, New Jersey sound studio,
RPL. Googling this place up reveals many powerful stories of this
place,of course, they were good and sure that any connections with
me, as with all things, were covered over with tons of snow drifts
and Hoffa pavings. There is a reason why my story is so covered up by
the media and a child can see why. If this was just all nonsense,
they would not go to all that trouble to ensure that Mark Wayne Mohr
remain buried and covered up in an eternal tomb. You all know there
is indisputable logic in that statement, whether you like it or not.
I don't mean to be nasty, flippant, or even silly here, it is the
simple truth, and I am not into blogging a big series of lies and
fiction. But back again, ten years into the past of those days, to
1969, the time when the weather in the northeastern part of the
United States began to warm up from a cold winter, and blossoms were
blooming, and the new year was coming to life in some very strange
outlandish ways. What I would do if I could get back there,
physically in this exact atomic signature in hyperspace; a cosmic
impossibility; but IF; would be to go up to Sarah Nurockey, or
whatever the last name of this strange teen girl may have been; and I
would have either gotten to the bottom of just what this all is
really about, very carefully, or that would have been the last summer
of my life. Now because I want this and because I have voiced this;
this means that in most of localized hyperspace or in trillions of
close-in parallel universes to this one where you are reading this
right now; I did do this very thing. I don't say this as a blogger or
a person with some way out ideas; but as someone who is very familiar
with advanced Quantum Dynamic Mathematical Equation of numerous
sorts, way to complicated to even begin to explain unless you too
happen to have many years of college math under your belts. I did not
go to college, but I do go to libraries, and then, I do my own
experimentation. This is not a bunch of silliness, o matter how many
folks out here in positions of power and authority, may wish for this
to be. Many people say that wishing can make it so, and maybe it can,
but you cannot wish a mathematical equation to work out or not work
out, no matter how hard or long you make the futile attempt. It does
or it doesn't. This DOES. So in many many many many other local
parallel universes, where not all that much is differently arranged
from this universe, atom to atom in every single cubic light year; I
did do this. Ask yourself the following thing, good people. How many
times do you visualize mentally, doing something that you did not do,
or in reverse, not doing something that you did do, in any particular
personal life situation, throughout your time on this planet? Every
time you do this, you are doing this because your conscious mind is
actually retrieving, on a fifth dimensional electron signal, what an
alternate hyperspace YOU in fact, did do differently, over there,
somewhere, in the vastness of the multiverse. But before going any
further, many are confusing the multiverse with the Astral-Plane, so
let me clear this up right now. The Lawtron dimension makes the
circuitry that regulates and even enforces an operation that will
come to form and follow after this process,
even though and this boggles any mind, the word AFTER is of zero
consequence, because TIME has not yet come into being; so there is no
before or after of anything. Thinking into this will just cause
insanity, so let me move along with things more acceptable to the
conscious waking brain system. The Lawtron world has escaped a
previous larger infinity, some think of what I am attempting to
describe as ''before the big bang'', but it goes way beyond any
simple three sentence explanation, so forget it for now. This entire
system then does two more things. First, it creates from an all
encompassing oneness, a huge split personality of entities so that
each one can have unique individual experiences and existences, and
then second, creates a realm for al of this to become interacted on,
and this would be what many call the spirit world, from the vantage
point of an even lower dimension of truth where we are right now, and
many in the psychic business, refer to this as the ASTRAL-PLANE.
However, even this light starry interaction causes eventual energy
expenditures, and thus, those entities eventually fall asleep and
begin to dream down into yet lower realities that are heavier and
slower and colder in the circles that the atoms travel in, and this
is considered and believed to be our material physical world of the
hyperspace, or all of the four-dimensional universes that contain
this vast arena of more tangible existence, less real, more illusion,
and is where we are all at right now. There are many secrets, I have
told but a handful. I am referring to how to be human and seemingly
visit this Astral-Plane, and how once there with physical memories
attached, one might be able to do many things back in the material
hyperspace that would not ordinarily be able to be done. Many in
Wicca use this arena to go back to physical life at various time
points, again, it is all pure illusion, and to make anyone of yo see
and realize all this, would take volumes of intense complex books,
and that is not the intention of my blogs. But I wish now to go to
the next paragraph and speak to one and only one person, just a short
little story that may be interesting to him, until; I can figure out
why I am seemingly unable to sent messages any longer to his e-mail
account.
We
will have some very good talks once I figure out if I have been
hacked or some other problem exists, as I keep getting an error
message about your e-mail address, and it won't allow my e-mail to be
sent to you. Maybe you can try sending me another e-mail with some
kind of automatic link or something that even if I cannot figure out
how to work it, the Comcast peeps that my account is through can
guide me over the phone to get stuff sent to you successfully. But in
any event, here is what I wish to tell you for right now, maybe I am
being 'spirit-led', who knows. As stated earlier, this will be of
interest to the rest of my viewers, so don't leave, please. I am
going to go back into the nineteen-nineties, a time when for whatever
mysterious reason, I suddenly was compelled to look up this strange
girl from my youth, SARAH.
Nothing
ever just happens. It is impossible for anything to JUST HAPPEN, and
the hyperspace is designed this way from the higher seventh dimension
of Lawtronics, that broke through the original 'worm-hole' to begin
this downline existence. My sudden need to look up this girl named
Sarah was beyond weird, and I was absolutely powerless to stop
myself. I spent 50 grand trying to locate her, and she was nowhere to
be found, but even more weird than that, nobody ever even knew of
her, and this was an extremely gorgeous teenager, and 27 years is
long, but not a lifetime, someone somewhere should have remembered
her, but they did not, or their memories were HACKED! Who can know?
Whatever the case may be, and strange as the second half of the
nineteen eighties were for me, the nineties made the eighties seem
tame when it came to continual wild bizarre occurrences happening all
around me, 24-7-365.2422, no exaggeration. My only witness to all of
this went the way of all flesh in March of 2002, 2 years to the day
after my mother was killed mysteriously by this, what I now call,
Washcloth clan, for many reasons. One day in the middle nineties,
this friend who I believe had been slowly poisoned by his Mason lodge
brother, Jonathan Schau of Philadelphia; was with me; and we were in
the area of northeast Philly not that far from where he lived on
Oakland Street with his mother, and we went into a restaurant on the
Roosevelt boulevard, AKA Route One. The place was called Friendly's.
They are anything but friendly, and would not let me call the police
from their phone after a major crime had been committed on their
property, the break in of my car, and theft of every single thing in
it as well as the trunk, and I don't believe this was a random act,
and I also do believe that they had to be in on it, and acted
suspicious in more ways than just not helping us call the police on
their telephone. This was back before cellular phones caught on, only
a few wealthy's had them, but we managed to call from a payphone and
get the police, only the precinct told me that they will not come out
to the site where the crime had gone down, instead gave me driving
directions and said to come into their place and make a police
report. I did. Nothing ever came of it, and Friendly's Restaurant
never so much as apologized, or offered a free meal, or anything, I
know that they were in on this illegal activity, it had been planned
out for a long time, as we had been going there off and on for a long
enough time so that indeed, this could have all been pre-panned, and
I know it was, and would testify to this very day to this, in any
court of law in the world.
One
of the things in my car that was stolen, was my entire stereo,
including the subwoofer in the trunk. Inside of this AM-FM-TAPE old
style system, was my tape, one of the tapes that later found itself
circulating around the tri-state area of where I was residing in
southeastern New Jersey, in Williamstown at this exact time, right
off of the Black Horse Pike, at Highview Apartments at the
intersection of Kent and Sicklerville Roads. These tapes were part of
a major hyperspace experiment, and actually created the existence of
a very famous man today, not his physical shell body, but the person
who he is and the life that he has lived ever since it was made in
early 1980, Donald J. Billionaire Trump. He knows this is all real,
as he is the bastard who influenced me from a place far away from
this Earth, to indeed bring him here, and into this already living
shell, and right after that, this character named Shorty MacInvondi,
became just like his tape character, every single thing this man has
ever done since 1984, that inescapable 3-4-7-12-19-84 number; comes
from this tape recording, and nobody has this tape, nor will they,
Aquarius Records and Donna WFMU Summer and Kevin Keyhole Pigeonhole.
You asked me quite a while ago if we can effect the place where we
truly come from and are awake in, from this dream here called ''human
life''. Normally it is an easy task to do this in reverse, and for
the most part, it is not feasible to try anything here that effects
there, simply because it is like saying I am going to work as a
lawyer all of my life, so that I can go to high school and then go to
college. Directionality is pure illusion, but because we as humans
are basically so frail in so many ways, attempting to tackle the
reversing of this, as you asked on your original comment to me; is
not a suggested quest to be on. I will not say there is no exeption
to the rule, I will say that it is so dangerous to play this game in
reverse, that entire lives can be wiped out in a puff of smoke. Many
in wicca think they have mastered lots of these type of things, and
goddess bless them all. Look at what has happened to me, right down
to Jane fonda's page eleven attack right this minute; and I am
actually living with this great Goddess ISIS on the Astral Plane, so
if they wish to think that they can do certain things, more power to
them. Let me do my five's compensation for this brutal attack,
please. 5555555555555555555555555555 and 555555555555555555555 and
55555555 and 555555555555555555555 and 5555555555555, is equal to
something, but who cares, I need to just stare at these fives to
retrieve lost psychic energy on a perpetual basis. Lengthy talks are
better if we can MIRL as the netters put it, whenever is convenient
to you, as I have been totally crippled into retirement and
disability, and do not work at all any more, my days are over trying
to fight this MILITUFORCE, my friend. Don't I sort of sound like
Jessup here, writing this to you, I couldn't help noticing this
little nuance. I really do want to know more details on what you told
me in your e-mail, I have a strong feeling I need to know this
information, and will gladly swap anything that I know, so let us see
what we can do, my friend.
Now
in closing, I want to go back to hyperspace and 1969, and how I would
go back and get to the bottom of all of this crap on Tennessee
Avenue, and misses Marola and her school play, and all the nasty
business, the chain, Russell Thaxton, the wild dreaming interaction
and theft of said chain, and on and on and on, as this somehow has
made the entire rest of my current human life, some type of twin to
eternal HELL. There is nothing that I would not do to escape HELL.
Nothing, folks, I would end all of everything forever if that is what
it took, and if I had the ability. Whether you know it or not, shoes
reversed; SO WOULD YOU, I
PROMISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But to make a quick
end to this, let us say I had a machine that could plop my telephone
booth and the doctor along with me, not quite as far back as 1969?
Where would I next choose to go to try and make a change. Remember,
this is not just a discussion, this automatically all becomes HYPER
SPACE EQUATION (HSE), AS PREVIOUSLY EXPLAINED. Well, other blogs can
get into this in real heavy detail, but my next stop if I was only
allowed to get back that far and no further, would not be 1972 as
many who know my story of following my SARAH
FACTS, would probably make this false assumption. It would
be a very logical conclusion to draw, but it would not be the case.
It would instead be 1977. I would never have worked for the Mars
Graphics Company, that permanently destroyed my physical health for
the rest of my adult life, and for all I know, may have either led
directly, or again, indirectly, to my choking condition that came on
me on June 4, 1983, while I was residing in Atco, New Jersey, at 134
Norris Avenue. It gets real good and super fascinating as this moves
along, so like any good serial show writer, I will leave you all
here, stay-C tuned for a lot more, my followers, and anyone else, and
my pal J!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nighty-night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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