PRIVATE
LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, AAAK
Me
from 1985, ''I'm Criana for Diana, oh precious sweet Diana, you have
gone away, no matter what I do you will not stay. I try so hard every
night and every day, but no matter what I do you went away''. Come
back to me LIGHTNING!!!
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AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
DOES IT EVER CHANGE?????
WHY
DID THEY DO THIS TO ME, ERNIE MERKER?
MARK
WAYNE MOHR, AND HIS BLOG
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YEAH,
IT IS CREEPING ALONG, EVER SO SLOW; JUST LIKE THAT EARLY MORNING SUN,
BACK IN 1986. WHERE ARE ALL OF THE GREAT 'WOULDA-COULDA-SHOULDA'S'
NOW; AWESOME LOVELY JUDGE JUDY????????????????????????
DECEMBER
18, 2013,
WEDNESDAY
AFTERNOON AT 1:00,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 70 DEGREES FNHT.
Let
us split Solomon's baby, and hyperspace; just a bit more today, dear
diary. Or let's not. See, doing just this, causes another part of the
STMF (fabric) to not so much bend or even tare, but change; and this
word 'change', as the great Chinese know only too well, and have for
so very long; is the key to the secrets of the universe; and any and
all secrets that may be hidden in Lex Loo-Thor's chewing gum
wrappers, am I right, Miss Tessmocker? But now if I decide to again
change my MIND, as in the third part of STM (SPACE-TIME-MIND); this
STM fabric changes again. Now in present days and times, we recognize
as a race of humanity, that many of Mister Hall's 'fawces' exist, and
can be quantified perfectly, in any good physics laboratory, the
world over. But this personal life journal is not trying to please a
crowd, so I will get right down and dirty and into what I wish to
say, King's roof-dogs and accused threats from guests, over at
Atlantic City's great FM radio station, WAYV, as well as all the wild
and crooked on goings, with the WFMU crowd, and all their friends and
associates, for many years now; all notwithstanding; and if anyone
has bruised feelings or inner rages as a result, then they are not
living my wild life, and maybe should not be too quick to judge me
while I am merely in a process of attempting to examine what has
happened around me for a long time, without deluding myself as to
motives, or kidding myself into anything that direct facts that
surround all of it, just do not in any way support, at least not with
enough weight to be anywhere near 'juror credible'. My life was all
about the gods, and why they were using me in some wild game here in
this mortal world arena, so to speak; back in the years, let me say
if pressed to be accurate under an oath, between 1995 and 2005, this
basic decade of time that now is nearly one decade behind real-time.
Sarah Krassle came to me in a powerful dream in 1969, 1980, and 1994,
and by sheer coincidence, these three years were unlike any other of
the years in my entire life. The main item separating these three
from all of the other ones if again, I was forced to say under legal
court oath someday; would go like this. They were much happier times.
They were much less stressful times. They were times when I would
even strongly question the reality and existence of something that I
totally know is 100% on all of the other years of my life, that
being, the HUNTINGTON CURSE! But I can just hear the counselor
telling mwe, come on Mister Mohr, break this down for us all a little
bit more, we cannot crawl into your life and your mind, we need some
specifics that are better than what you just described here. Well,
this would leave me with a pounding heart, and sweaty palms, and a
racing mind that would be fighting to comply yet be 80-90 percent a
big ass blank. This is the truth, I have no reason to lie. I know
these years are major different than all of the other years of my
life, I just do not know if I would be mentally able, to really
describe in any acceptable way, all of the reasons; and all of the
why's. Let me place myself in this hypothetical situation, and make
it seem to be going down around me in real time. I must give a better
response, the judge is glaring at me, and the defense attorneys of
all of the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE is not backing down one little iota. He
is right in my faces, a foot from the witness stand, and asks me
again, we need more elucidation on what you just said, mister mohr,
please. Well, after I compose myself a bit, and take a few deep
breaths, this is what I would go on to say, I'm quite sure, or some
reasonable facsimile at least. First off, a child can take the most
recent of the three, 1994, and see that I could make a somewhat
exhausted laundry list of items that happened in a positive way for
me, that came one by one out of the blue, for no apparent reason, and
these were that I was given more than one hundred thousand dollars in
credit, despite being on disability benefits and jobless; it was a
breeze to buy a brand new Saturn Automobile on the moon landing day,
July 20, 1994, the siege around me was about half what it had been
since this nightmare had all began in 1986, eight years prior; there
was no Philadelphia sports to worry about with that horrible parallel
event that also I had suffered through for eight years, as the
baseball sport went on strike, and then so did hockey until the start
of a new year, 1995; so I had no usual and normal hellish problems
with these two sports teams, the Phillies
and the Flyers,
and for the first time in many years also, the Dow
Jones Industrials
lost one half of one percent, after gaining an average of fourteen
percent year after year after bloody year, causing my personal life
magnetics to be in the total crapper, squared! Without going on, and
I could go on, a lot, a dam whole lot; just these things would be a
total game changer for someone with everything going absolutely wrong
in his life ever since August 15, 1986; where this would seem better
than a princess fucking fantasy, and a lot more just won't be said
right now. I had joined a swim and health club called Haddonwood, I
enjoyed the commaradity of numerous folks there, along with the
nefarious owner, Mister Tony Zenun, and as time went on, made two
good friends, Joe and Andy. But 1980 was no different than this in
one huge way, and 1969 was no different than this in one huge way,
also. I speak of the following next-year's, and then the ones after
that. Looking back, these great periods of relief and life
improvement, were all just gears that were cosmically grinding into a
gigantic set up, where I was being played and lulled into a huge
parlor of deceptions and wickedness that would completely stymie
human beings, unless they were being aided in some very real way, by
the great Mister HALL'S FAWCES! Spellchecker from Microsucks will not
reveal to me the proper way to spell the word, I did the best I
could, ''commaradity''! I know it is a typo-error. But moving my
point right along, you hear me talk, your honor, and counselor, of
this hypothetical court where I now sit upon the witness stand under
oath and all sworn in legally; about these three years of 1969, 1980,
and 1994, so let me clarify things now if I'm able to, by sliding
these periods in time one year ahead, all of them, so that now I am
discussing the years of 1970, 1981, and 1995. Also you can add about
eight more years these three ''after-years'', and all 27 of these
years were so mind boggling horrific, that under oath, I would speak
without any fear of perjury or worry; that not one other person
alive, who lived through what I had been forced to live through in
just these 27 years, would all be in one of three conditions, dead,
in prison for life, or locked away in a criminal psych ward. But all
of this leads to where I could easily speak on for days and days
straight without so much as a break for a slice of bread, so for now,
I am bringing this to a close. I made the point that I wanted to
make, for right now.
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Sometimes
yes, I will openly admit, that the mind can indeed tend to exaggerate
the full impact on a level rising to conspiracy, but in the majority
of cases, when it is all said and done, and carefully scrutinized and
examined after a calming period and the passing of some time; still
and all, most things are quite real, not imagined, and spoken
perfectly as my old pal said it around 1992, “Mark, you are
imagining very little to none of this stuff that's being done all
around you by the NSA”. This
man was MISTER ARTHUR CRANE,
from the TCE security job, once known as the RCA plant of West
Deptford, in New Jersey, along the freeway leading towards the
Atlantic City Expressway or Philadelphia, depending on the heading,
be it basically easterly or westerly.
When
you GOOGLE up so many of the now virtually unlimited CHEMTRAIL sites,
mostly on You-Tube, but not by any means limited to this great system
of media exchange; you'll see one quick obvious fact regarding this
topic; and it hits any rational person of normal and higher intellect
levels, like a flash of flames from a mobsters MOL-Cocktail. This
being, that an incredible thing is not only going on and has adverse
negative effects to a global population, but not one of us seems to
have the power to do one thing about it whatsoever, and this mirror
images an event that happened to me in 1983, from the first day in
February, straight through into the early autumn somewhere of this
year, while I was residing at a rental home in Atco, New Jersey, at
the address of 134 Norris Avenue, owned by a man named Gerald Pliner,
and not 'Chuckmoves-Garagedrivers', from a quarter century in the
future. Anyway, one day, telephone calls began coming into the house,
that were not able to ever be traced, stopped; nor their real source
ever gotten to the bottom of. I was, just as I am again now down here
in Florida, dealing with the AT&T Phone Company, and this was
right before the huge breakup of the phone company, that I totally
know was no coincidence. My point is that there was no way in hell to
get anything done about what was REALLY going on, and believe me
folks, something was going on, and it was not only every bit as huge
as the chemtrail situation that followed shortly after, but actually
all connected up as one big problem, with me as its source; as
incredible and ludicrous and even huberous, as these words and claims
may indeed appear to my readers. THIS IS ALL THE TRUTH. I SWEAR IT TO
GOD, AND HOPE TO SPEND ETERNITY IN BURNING FLAMES OF FIRE, IF I AM
LYING ABOUT ANY OF THIS OR MAKING IT UP.
LSS,
this book was only a rough dictation onto a small portable Radio
Shack forty dollar cassette tape machine, but it did a good job
making twenty-four C-90 tapes, containing my book, TPB. In it, I
slipped, not needing Life Alert or anything, I mean a slip of the
tongue and also a Freudian lip slip, and said the name Sarah Krassee.
When Sarah Krassle identified HERSELF to me in what you all call a
vivid powerful 'DREAMING-INTERACTION', back in December of 1969, she
even spelled her name. As with the Lord Jesus, and some of my songs,
and other stuff in this world as well, because it is impossible to
believe that all this could have happened to me, you all out here
viewing it say, 'nawwwh', can't be, and move on. Trouble is, it is oh
yeah butt wipe. Now in the same exact manner as with this, when I was
just fifteen years old, and after this amazing experience occurred in
that Oaklyn, New Jersey, USAESMWG apartment that night, I awoke with
a bang, found a gone-missing chain that a real honest GODDESS had
come in the night and removed, with or without Melanie's keys or
other things examined a while back when I was trying to rationalize
what had happened which is KT Dairy Queen ridiculous to try doing;
and also folks, an extremely clear observation in and with that
famous present 20-20+ hindsight; but my point B4I totally lose it, is
that because I searched and searched and could never ever find the
name of KRASSLE in the human world anywhere, a stupid idea since SHE
is All Mighty Goddess and not a mere human mortal, Hyundai time;
along with Hammonton forest fires and Hanging in there Huntington's
but yes, moving the point along peeps, because I could not find
KRASSLE, I assumed that I remembered this powerful “DREAM” wrong,
when in fact and truth, I did no such freaking thing. HER NAME IS
SARAH KRASSLE, or LORDESS of the mighty ASTRAL-PLANE KRASSLE FAMILY.
The last name of all of them, is translated into the English language
of 1969 times and still now in 2012, as KRASSLE, and similar names
now are in existence, but I still know of nobody, that spells it as
SHE spelled it for me, in that powerful interaction so long ago.
Lordess or Sarah Krassle is part of a huge Olympian family on the
Astral Plane. All the gods and goddesses we hear about in myths and
on television documentaries, they all have this secret last name, not
secret there, but nobody on this waking world Earth seems to know
this name, their great name, my blogs can say it from now to
eternity, but I am just a nobody; who listens to me? Still, this IS
the last name of all these cousins of gods. SSJKK is the absolute
most powerful and greatest one of all, under a secret law created by
the ever existing, all mighty ASTRAL WORLD AUTHORITIES, or the
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL; and this is called the 'SCYLLA INHERITANCE LAW',
SCYLLA MEANS “FIRST DAUGHTER”, all throughout the great capitol
province of Olympia. Other surrounding provinces may have varying
wordage differences in sort of the way we have folks in the waking
world that may be able to speak many languages, yet have what we
define as accents, as they pronounce things slightly off because it
is not always their native tongue. When I could not find the name of
KRASSLE anywhere, back as a young teenager, after a year or so, I
figured I heard this wonderful lovely giant goddess wrong, and began
calling her Krassee, after shortly upon my awakening from this wild
experience, maybe a few months later in early 1970, I began seeing a
repeated commercial for vision and eye care, and it showed a family
in both an optometrist office, and later on being fitted in an
eyeglass store for glasses. The young girl in this commercial spoke a
sentence, and I only remember to this day, the part of that sentence
where she said, “All of us Krassee's want to take care of our
eyes”, this is either a perfect or near perfect quote, but the name
is smack dab on the money. So I began for years and years, thinking
of this special girl as Sarah Krassee. In my book from 1994, “TPB”,
I slipped, and instead of saying whatever fake name I should have
said, I said right on the tape, and it should be in the Library of
Congress to this very day, while speaking of Jim Pratt, the evil
character from the great Colony-256 far out into deep space, in this
book, SHE was about to perform a great concert, just as SHE does do
at Monolazarium Square in HER great city, called, Sahasra Dal Kanwal,
owned in majority under the SI Laws, only I slipped and called HER by
name in the book, only the name I was now calling her as a result of
never finding the name KRASSLE any place in the exact way that she
had spelled it for me in that power house dreaming interaction back
in December of 1969, so I pronounced it Sarah Krassee. Hay, except
for her very fave number of '7', the alphabet value in these names at
the 6th letter out of the total 7, this difference would
not exist. The one E changed to be 7 letters further down the
alphabet would change KRASS-'E'E to KRASS-'L'E. So the magic of 7
worked on my mind to compensate my being 2 dumb to realize, gee, I
am not going to be able to just look her up in some phone book or
something, all though for many many long years, I tried so hard to
find this magical girl, through many a long dark stretch of numerous
winters, when my mother would go out on her dates, as my parents were
divorced, and of course my dad was only interested in treasure
salvage, but then; if he had not been doing this he might have been
there, and I would not have been alone trying to pursue finding this
mystical magical goddess of the dream world.
Now
this is only a tenth of a percent about the story of how this search
for this great goddess went on, and then suddenly around the time I
turned legal age or eighteen, it was becoming slowly a memory of
silly childhood fantasy. This would be a proper way of operating and
if anything an overdue incident, but not in this special case,
because folks, and 001, this is no fantasy goddess, it is the great
all mighty GOD that your world has been worshiping for thousands of
years now. It took me until the end of the 2nd millennium
to realize that, and then nearly another decade B4I was really
starting to see the all encompassing total truths to all of this
seemingly impossible and irrational stuff. It seemed irrational when
Jesus walked on water, or was laser retraced with LTDDT, from World
Labs, and it seems irrational that (walking on water) is a powerful
intentional clue to it all, as it was at WATER and WALKER STREETS,
where this powerful thing happened to me that concerns how I first
learned about the World Laboratory up in the future.
It
is all on the blogs that I know led to the great TV show that 001 is
connected with. I know I told how I was too old to, but did it
anyway, was laying in bed, creating this wonderful super girl
goddess, SARAH, not that she was not first in Atlantic City in waking
life, and not that SHE did not come to me in a powerful dream, take a
chain out of my apartment closet strong box, and then in waking life
it really was gone the next day, and not that the giant asterisk
chemtrail was not in the skies all over the county the following day;
that is all real life waking world history. That happened, no
question about it. I am saying that I would roll up some blankets and
in the darkness, pretend I had HER with me, and then drift off to
sleep in a fantasy, and this created a lot of what is now happening.
Well, this may have been spoken as an old confession on old blogs,
but there is a higher truth, and that truth is called PHASE-4. Let me
try and explain this. Phase and Type are not the same things now so
please do not get them at all confused, or do what Dawn King would
tell me not to do in vulgar lingo. I will now explain the phases.
The
great VOID, or zero dimension, that is a collective of existence that
is beyond your mind to grasp, and mine, as mind is an unknown energy
source or type that comes out of this void by way of a special trick
that can actually reduce the void to a sub void and then burst out by
literally cocking a spring-coil that would be more powerful than a
vigintillion universes to the vigintillion power of googalplex
universes, and just as a child loads a dart gun by pressing the dart
into the gun that is a big spring that then clicks a gear that can
only then release by the button or trigger of this gun. At least in
my day these toys were at all the local toy stores, remember I am
coming up on 60 folks, I do not think with this new PC, most of you
even know what the fuck I'm talking about, but then that is also
standard procedure most of the time, so I've been told, AHA AHA
McNulty. So as with this dart gun, this force of less than nothing
suddenly opening back up to nothing, would create an unlimited
reaction of escape, dreaming out of this void, and existing as an
aware universe, or a powerful god, as carbon entities later come to
be, and in their mental infancy, see so many misconceptions and false
ideas. In any case, phase-1 is this void. Phase-2 is where this void
dreams out away and into, and that would be the next possible largest
thing than its previous void state, the SUBATOMIC realm, or
ASTRAL-PLANE. This is where entities later on, not in time later but
in interaction later, don't try and get it, you won't; but then they
dream even further down into this life, a series of dreams into this
5th
dimensional hyperspace of virtually countless space-time 4th
dimensional parallel universes. The being awake in tangible physical
caporial life, in this here and now; is PHASE-3. Phase 4 is an
entirely different situation, as it comes as a result of two things.
First it has to do with Phase-2 entities or Astral residents/entities
attempting to enter this dream down here, or waking normal life, in
ways not accepted by a set of built in regulatory systems, in the 7th
dimension above the MIND REALM itself on the 6th,
and this set of rules from this 7th-D is known by Astral entities
while there, as LAWTRONICS. Lawtronics prevents vampires for example
from existing in this waking world as PHASE-3 beings like us, but
instead, it alters them into PHASE-4 entities, meaning simply, that a
phase-4 entity is simply the energetic counterpart of the imagination
and fantasy of Astral Plane beings. So when the great James Patterson
gets a brainstorm new idea next month or the one after that, and
writes another book, well, these ideas that he 'thinks' are his own
ideas, are really, PHASE-4-ENTITIES who tried to break the LAWTRONICS
in the D-7 circuitry, and ended up as a result of getting into this
waking world as a fictional character or even an entire television
show or whatever. All of this is energy of the Phase-4-Entities, all
the music, all the movies, all the books, all the ideas, all of it,
it wanted to exist here; Sherlock Holmes, Jack McCoy, all of them,
they are actually real, and wanted to come here; but instead, the
LAWTRON WORLD altered them from going Phase 3, and into PHASE-4,
where we can enjoy them, but they cannot effect us, well, not as much
as they want to, but yes, of course, you all guessed it, there is
more to this story for other times, as we all know how shows have
effected peeps, and made them do way out things, even commit murder.
So relating all of this back now to my being in the dark in bed with
wrapped up blankets, thinking I am creating the great Sarah Krassle,
remember, that all fantasy, is real energy on the Astral World that
was only able to make it down onto the waking world as PHASE-4, or
the imaginings and ideas and so forth, of an all ready awake
PHASE-3-ENTITY, such as you or me. I did not create this future from
those past fantasies. Phase-4 energy came here and used me, and for
reasons that are only starting now in 2012 to make any kind of
possible rational sense. This is why that Speedship I designed right
at these times, all fits into this, along with my later learned
abilities to swim with Lap-Lane Joan at Haddonwood Swim Club, without
swimming. It also is why the hypnosis done at Mark Wolf's Clinic in
early 1996, made me remember Sunram and Atlantic City, and then after
that, poured out all the repressed shit about SARAH, and the
forgotten childhood past, that was not meant to be forgotten, but
then your entire family seemed to know this would drive me crazy,
Mister Butcher of five minute quiet on Haddon Avenue. I'm only joking
unless your family has similar secrets as mine does, but I know that
horrible thing you did to me that you need to be confessing about if
you are not all ready dead and it's too late for you. But all of this
does not come close to how it interconnects with 1986, 15-17 years in
the future from the asterisk chemtrail days of stolen motor cycle
chains, and burned BOBS. Roulette in 1986, began teaching me the
biggest secrets of the universe than ever, way greater than any of
this shit spoken of so far. I have magical secret information that if
I ever really confessed totally to, sir 001, I would be taken in the
dead of night to A-51 or wherever you end up, buzz, buzz, buzz, DJDS,
and it would really get hot for me. So I am limited to pillow talk as
well as the entire story to 1986 roulette, and even to rediscovered
wonderful daughters; who yes, I do fully understand, are scared to
death of all of this horrendous stuff. I don't blame you one bit,
lovely Labber of any time, and if I were talking about another lovely
Labber who dances the disco more than the tango, I would be forced to
say I suppose; lovely Labber of any time or place, right Mister
CAMDEN COUNTY PROSECUTOR of 1989, SIR RONALD WIRTZ? Hay, you tried,
you did your best. But I do not appreciate what Doctor Housel's
cousin pulled, as I definitely remember the law changing overnight in
my sleep, as Ed was allowed to have a computer and just not an
internet connection, originally, and then pow; it changed overnight
and they took his machine, and since I could not keep up the dues,
and it was not a free website, that was the end of my great first
website, the MORIANITY FOUNDATION. They still have this laptop, and
on it, is my website, or was, called www.morianity-foundation.com/
on a CD-ROM-DISC. I paid 150 dollars for this job, ACPO, and was
never informed that Mister Lynch was not allowed to do this for me.
Also, not only did he never tell me he was on the sex offender
registry, EDWARD LYNCH, of Georgia Avenue, in Atlantic City; but the
Parole Officer, who I spoke with told me that Ed could have a
computer, and do this website for me; then poof, one day I woke up
and the entire laws had changed. This is what I speak about folks
when I talk about the real Harry Potter magic, this EXPLORATRONIC
activity that can in no other way explain any of this, right down to
the vanilla and the chocolate cupcakes, from the great Leticia
Tilley's Egg Harbor, New Jersey, Incollingo Grocery Store; on the
Julia White Horse Pike, near the train station!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wow
do twins run in this powerful family, right Cuzz Sandy
Mace???????????????
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BE REAL SORRY.
I
WILL TELL HUGE HUGE SECRETS SOON.
HERE
WE GO AGAIN. HERE WE GO AGAIN. HERE WE GO AGAIN. HERE WE GO AGAIN.
HERE WE GO AGAIN. HERE WE GO AGAIN. HERE WE GO AGAIN. HERE WE GO
AGAIN. HERE WE GO AGAIN. HERE WE GO AGAIN. HERE WE GO AGAIN. HERE WE
GO AGAIN. HERE WE GO AGAIN. HERE WE GO AGAIN. HERE WE GO AGAIN. HERE
WE GO AGAIN. HERE WE GO AGAIN. HERE WE GO AGAIN. HERE WE GO AGAIN.
IT'S
A COPPORTOP FUCKING BATTERY, YOU KNOW, IT JUST KEEPS GOING, AND
GOING, AND GOING, AND GOING, WITH OR WITHOUT GORGEOUS EIGHTIES TEEN
KIM WILD, OR ANY OTHER CLUELESS NEW AMERICAN KIDS, OF ANY TOWNS!!!
This
is the power that this rotten goddess has, and you can all go on
loving her; as I am beginning to totally despise her. If this is the
Guest Guessing Name Game,
wow does this suck Sarah-Stacey
Jehovah Krassle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let
me boot off and come back folks, SHE is GOD, and there is no fighting
Her and Microsucks Corporation, the other dam MICK CHOIR!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I ever ever wondered how you got your darn degree? Oh doctor Doogie
Howser, you have done so much to me, and the danger is so great, and
today is now too late. Forget the letter B and C, it's meaningless to
me, and as for letters D and G, just let me please be free. I used
to think I knew it all but now I feel the awful pain, and realize now
the power drain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where are you when I need you
doctor M. Morse Michaels of Narberth, Pennsylvania,
USA-ES-MWG?????????????
Well,
the Blue Nunngen from 1983 is signing off, YIP YIP YIP I am, I don't
know about the KI-A part of it, but then, in all truth and honesty,
who could remotely possibly give a fuck?
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