MORIANITY
PART 7, CHAPTER 0010
When I was
growing up, the big difference in the world from the way it is now,
is not the technology, as nothing pops in magically, and we all have
sufficient time to get used to it, and then love it or hate it. What
this difference was had to do with perception of differing ways we
all look at our lives and our world. The main thing I am trying to
convey here is simply this, folks. There was once a much smaller gap
in the differing ways we thought about the same things. Less gap in
attitudes towards any political issue, religious issue, and life in
general with as many parameters as we can all imagine with a
stretched mind. This difference is not to be laughed at. It is why my
hell that began in 1986, managed to escalate into this terra-juata
beyond monstrous hell, and is the ONLY REASON, as if things were not
as I am attempting to describe, and most likely failing at it quite
miserably, knowing fully well that what is inside my thoughts and
mind cannot be put down on words and sent electronically to anyone
out here, but I can try my living guts out, at least.
Many
peeps know there is a horrible wicked force, and with the accent of
Mister Hall, ''FAWCE'', out there somewhere. Atheists, scientists,
and any other brain alive entity feels it deep within the recesses of
their inner most beingness at some point, or several points in their
life, and they do a 'VENKA-STRONG-GIRL' from March of 1970 at the
Cooley Hall Art Room, just as I did. This 'force' makes many human
beings appear as though they have done things, myself included, and
it is all merely a game of the gods, and even with all I have
witnessed and seen, I being fleshy-human as any of you out here, tend
to forget this fact upon occasion. I will sit here wondering why the
whole world does not jump up and put Morianity together, 1-2-3, and
go, holy shit Jesus and a Lenny Quarter, like WOW cubed and then
times infinity a few million times. I forget that they are inside of
their own lives, and that Morianity and me as Mark Wayne Mohr, just
don't happen to matter all that much outside of myself, I mean
really, coffee boiling over and everything, like Hyundai automobiles,
and 2006, and like super ass DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wake up you idiot fool, Mark. Everyone sees things out of their eyes,
their experiences, their lives, and so on. Sure I am not a moron who
is ignorant to this simple reality, but like the rest of us, I lose
proper focus of reality. Reality is that only I am in this thing that
I have called, Morianity, the Huntington Curse, and many other names
along the long line of eight solid years of blogging. This argument
has gone back and forth with the religious folks, who begin to
maintain their ''faith in gods'' single or plural; but begin to grown
scientifically, in ways that just cannot help but to alter many of
their points of view, about all this. The biggest old argument is can
''SATAN'' time travel. Well, you all know my opinion because of what
I have experienced on several occasions, and you can laugh or cry or
anything else, but I know HE CAN. He has taken me along for the ride,
not once, and I am in no mood to continue with this conversation on
this blog. But the argument is then, well, then he would have known
about Jehovah's plan at the cross with the blood and the savior thing
with Jesus, and then knowing this, he would not have gone along with
the normal human course of events that in those times, the Roman
Empire, would end up crucifying the ''son of god'' on the cross for
the sins of humankind. Well, believing all of this religious stuff
100% just for arguments sake, then how can I say he can time travel?
The answer is as simple as the 123-ABC deal. It has a built in story
to it that is perfect for making the argument for my belief system. A
gambler who is hooked, and deep in hock to the casinos and bookies
and worse; with a wife and three wonderful children, totally is aware
that he is destroying his future and his lovely family,, and he knows
this more than anyone else around him, each and every single time he
places the next wager and the next and the next. We cannot help but
to act out this scene from the great play of William Life
Shakespeare, as the classic literature so goes. You bet your dam ass
Satan McKinnon knows the future, and a lot more; but he is no
different than many of us with no godlike powers. HE IS HOOKED BY HIS
PART IN THE SHAKESPEARIAN PLAY, as are you, and as am I.
Skeleton
Druggie Harvest David is a beyond super example of numerous things
here. You, or said much better, I would think he would come over to
me and be first man out of the fucking gate to say, let's work
together, be it the Gawnum, the day trading, whatever, after-all; he
SAW THINGS, and so did his pal Deezee, they saw, and they KNOW, yet
they go on with their own lives like my shit is meaningless. This may
contain some huge shock value to and for me, but in truth, I need to
fucking grow up. They merely go on with their own shit, I don't count
in their lives, and it doesn't matter what I might be sitting on, or
what the fuck is in my cosmic house attic. This
has taken me until 2014 to begin to see this. Each time I think I
know, just as my song from 1983 goes, I fall head deep down in the
snow. This is probably my most prophetic single sentence lyric of my
shitty song writing career. David knew a lot more and
so did Darius, about my problems with this great Washcloth Family as
I call them because of the 1970 nightmare that repeated in a serial
way while staying in Ventnor, New Jersey at that pervert Tom's house,
for 19 days. David most likely had read about me on the net, I have
more than blogs on me, I have the WFMU HATEPAGE, and stuff under KING
NEBNOOSHOO. All we do on the net, is on the net, one way or another
way, endlessly, many times totally changed from anything we all
planned to post or tell publicly. The twenty-ten blogs had an entire
book before the SAFE JOURNAL came to start; called WASHCLOTHS,
WASHBURNS, AND WATSON CLUES. But then there was another reason he
told me to wash my hands, and this was engineered, and admitted to
being engineered, not that anyone said anything connected with me in
the remotest way, but the thing that made DAVID tell me to do this,
and worked on his warped mind and way of PERCEIVING THIS
LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That is all I am saying on this, at
least for right freaking now, good folks.
JANUARY
2, 2014,
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Jupiter, how does the market fit into the hell of the great family?
All I can say at this exact second peeps, is do you have a year to
read lots of dam text? No, of course not, so just let these sleeping
dogs lie or bark or 'whatever',
Congy.
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Now
peeps, I want you to forget about the Krassle gang from Atlantic
City, and 1970, and all of it. I am only talking here about the
point, it can be fitted into any topic, not just MORIANITY. I don't
say it does not fit here, this is most definitely not what I am
saying on this part of this blog. I merely want to move on, as many I
know, would desperately love for me to do. Well then let us not
disappoint so many lovely peeps. We will begin by worrying about
tying shit all together on later days and blogs as I promise you that
this indeed will be done. So here we are awake after that wild
''dream'' and the dog is licking your hand that is hanging a bit off
the side of the bed. Now it is a week later and you get home tired
from work and lay down for a short nap. Maybe you don't, but I am
nearly 60 years old with a lot of hell and stress in my life, so I
know a nap will come in real handy, if not this day, then a day soon
to follow. The radio is playing barely audibly next to the bed on a
small night dresser. Suddenly the song is playing in your ''dream'',
only you have been given an award for writing this song in this
dream, and you are trying to explain that you did not write the song.
Now where could this bullshit possibly be going you may be wondering,
and rightfully so. You think your wife woke you up only it now has
become one of those rare dream inside of a dream, situations. Not all
have experienced these things, and many have little to no memory of
any of their ''dream-life''. Now a song that you did write is playing
on the radio. You realize you are not at home but half a hundred
miles from there at a vacation resort in a hotel, and with you is a
friend. He hears the song, and loses his mind, because he never
thought he would hear something you had written being played on a
sizable radio station. He throws a table through the window and jumps
to his death. You go to the window as he is falling in sort of a slow
motion, off a high floor down to the street, and you scream a number
at him, ''seventeen-thousand''. You eventually awaken. You know that
you did this for a reason, to watch how this number would come across
the valley of hyperspace and into your world, where you have a waking
body. It may be a day or decades, but let me tell you something in a
vague way that happened with me, and these things are not completely
fictional, but altered to keep things safe and many peeps not too
pissed off. A local celebrity that you never dreamed you'd meet in
real life, becomes a part of your life in ten years. During this time
of friendship with this person, she informs you that her late husband
who shares the same Christiian name as I do, had a very strange thing
happen to him, and it involved the exact amount of money, $17,000.00.
We may or may not pick this up later, if I feel brave, we will, and
if not, I'll just skip around it and move on with similar stories of
hyperspace manipulation. This is no game. I am telling you the truth
of how my entire life has altered as a result of these things. Does
playing with these forces bring the biblical Satan into a person's
life? Many believe this. I used to believe it. I know know the uglier
truth that he was always there, and just used my youthful fascination
with the unknown and strange mysterious items of creation, to connect
himself to me, and then go onto do unthinkable things, but not just
to me. Many other innocent peeps were all involved, and he had this
planned long before 1980 or 1954 or 1854. This was all planned a good
3000 years ago, whether you wish to join Mike McNulty in a great
laugh right now, or not, I am making this audacious and unfathomable
claim.
ATHEISTS
ARE HALF RIGHT AND SO ARE THE CHRISTIANS, AND THEREIN LIES THE
ETERNAL STRUGGLE OF PLANET EARTH. TIME, AN ILLUSION THAT LIGHT
REFLECTS, CAUSES MANY THINGS TO CONTINUOUSLY CHANGE AND ALTER. THE
WORLD OUT DATES ITSELF MUCH QUICKER THAN IT USED TO. THIS WAS THE
POINT OF THE ENTIRE BLOG, BUT IS ANYONE ABLE TO GRASP THIS AND GET
THIS, OR AM I TALKING TO MYSELF?
Here
are the details of the eighteenth day of last December in 2012, 2
weeks before the New Year of 2013 began, when I had the young dude
over here to help me post up the techno-pop song that was originally
an old 1983 song, slightly altered with rewritten lyrical content,
now titled, “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”, on
the YOUTUBE, for a short while longer until two weeks from
today when both my FACEBOOK and my YOUTUBE accounts, will be down
forever, and no more ME, will ever be publicly displayed again, on
this silly fool tool, called the
INTERNET.
OK,
you want it, you've got it. Here is what happened to me that day, and
what has happened since, with this strange dude whose name is Dennis.
This
young man of about twenty-three, give or take a couple years either
way, was already at the local library, when I arrived and asked for
some technical help with my problem, from library staff. It was as
though he was just there for the purpose of my visit that day, and
did not have anything that he really needed or wanted to do at his
computer terminal. He overheard me talking to the tech support lady,
at his computer terminal, near the upstairs reference desk; and just
offered to help, on his terminal-time. When it was eventually
ascertained that we could not make it work, not due to library
filtering, but YOUTUBE/GOOGLE policy of not allowing post ups from
public terminals, and more proof of prejudice against the poor
people, as YOUTUBE is totally against all poor people that cannot pay
them between 25 and 100 dollars A DAY for them to promote you on the
fixed and what should be illegal game, as this was once considered to
be, PAYOLA, in the music
industry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I should know, coming from right outside and
east of Philadelphia, the famous spot where PAYOLA was named for, as
this is where it started decades ago, before it became cracked down
on hard by many so-called governmental authorities, but then the same
thing goes on, just cleverly and covertly, as promoters who are hired
by all the major recording labels, merely give gifts/material
possessions, vacations, prizes, drugs, and I could say more; in
exchange for boosting new material from major recording companies, up
through the normal ranks of rotation. Well, the YOUTUBE is absolutely
the same, and not one bit different at all. It is all a GOOGLE
advertising stunt, and a way for them to
make billions of dollars, for doing nothing but
circulating your stuff to more sources, and even if you were to get a
viral video, you don't get one cent back in return, for your many
many thousand dollars of investment, and if this is not a crooked
thing that should be stopped, I don't know what is; and so I will be
off these social garbage networking sites completely and forever, in
two weeks from this very day, now Monday, as Ryan, will be taking it
all down. The world had its chance to really know the greatest story
ever told, a million times more powerful than Christianity, and I
am not afraid to tell the TRUTH, as the truth can never
get you into eternal trouble, merely Earthly Crucified. I don't worry
about what the WOMO-MILITFUCE can do to my physical plane attached
body. I only concern myself with what this force can do to my endless
existence, making that total hell, or a beautiful heaven. The
All Mighty GOOGLE
admitted, that YOUTUBE is
total PAY TO PLAY, and that once, in music and
entertainment circles, this was considered, a totally illegal
operation; and should be again. There is no place on the entire
internet, set up to judge real musical talent, and then if and as
something rates well, it is circulated more, and as it slides down,
circulated less. This is how your music world Billboard Charts
operate, but no, not these new owners of everything, good old crooked
GOOGLE, and their avarice and greed, for major massive endless
wealth.
As
for the FACEBOOK crap, peeps
continually ask me to friend them, that I do not know, yet if I do
this, I am warned that this is strictly against policy, and I have to
go through a major series of agreement clicks, that pull all of the
friend requests off. They can do it, and I cannot, FCC, so WHY? So my
letter to you will be in this afternoon's mailing system,
old school pal, Bobby McDowell, of 1972. When things are not only not
fair, but blatantly crooked and stacked against me to keep me from
ever being able to use this new age social media, this in a legal
argument, is attempted murder. If you cannot buy or sell, and in this
new age, without being a part of all of this, you are left basically
out in the cold, then that is ARGUABLY ATTEMPTED MURDER, and I will
be making new case law, and spending lots of my time soon, at the
local LAW LIBRARY, just down the frikkin street from our
local regular library, right here in East Fort Pierce. Also, no one
is willing to explain or tell me anything, or help me one tiny bit,
and I am supposed to just know as though by total magic or mental
osmosis, somehow; how all of this works, and what all of their all
mighty rules and regulations are. Well, I will do you one better. I
plan to sue GOOGLE within a year, for literally
preventing me, from telling my story to the world; and this is a
blatant egregious violation of my FIRST AMMENDMENT
CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS to freedom of speech, to
indeed tell this story of my life, both in my writing texts, as well
as in my corresponding musical writings as well.
Now,
as for this strange man, who had the personality of a robot: He said
very little, and once we left the apartment, and the song was posted
up, he would not even speak to me, all the way back to the library
where my car was parked, as we took his car from there to my place.
He ignored me completely, and I knew that something was wrong. I did
nothing or said nothing to prompt that weird action on his part
NOTHING. Still we already had
exchanged telephone numbers, back at the library previously; and so a
week later, I called him, and when he would not answer, I left a
voicemail message, that I would be at the Publix here in town, where
he works at, to pay him a short visit and give him his ten dollar
payment for helping me. I got there on the third, the day my SSD
money was credited to my checking account, and he just about totally
ignored me again, for no reason. He finally said, “I'll call you
tonight”. He of course did not, and I would have bet big money that
he would not. On the following day I called him to tell him I wanted
to pay him what I owed him, and did not get his voicemail, but a
special message blocking my number, saying that the customer is not
taking calls, this is a blocking, I am pretty sure. Fine, be a prick,
I was going to pay you ten dollars, but since you don't want the
money, well, I can use it, BRO. For whatever reason, he wants nothing
more to frikkin do with me, but the story does not end there, and far
from it. You see L-4, while he was here, in fact he had just got into
the apartment, and two minutes or less afterward, a knock on the door
came, an African American male, about thirty years give or take, a
large man, told me he is looking for some person, and he gave me a
name, but at the time, it was of no interest to me, so I admit to
forgetting it, and then he asked about another name, and then a third
name; and when I responded with three 'no' answers, he then said, “Do
you live here?”, right to me, right at my door, with me inside of
my own apartment. I said that I did, and closed the door on him. I
reported the incident to Debbie Morotto, and it's being looked into.
I get a visitor over here, and shit immediately starts.
Another CROW coincidence?
I somehow really don't think so dudes and duddesses out here reading
these words. Would you be buying into all of this fucking bullshit if
it was all happening to you, and not just once or twice or thrice,
but for nearly 30 mother fucking years now without let up,
YO???????????????????????? I am making plans to leave Florida all
together, but not for Mexico, as
this I have come to learn from reliable sources, that are not anyone
else's business for right now; that my enemies, or the
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE; wants me to do
just this, SO FORGET
IT. I am going back home, to where I
belong; that was home, this is HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I never said
my life back in cunt lapping New Jersey was heaven, not by a fucking
ass long shot folks; but it wasn't total death-land Florida either,
YO!
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