MORIANITY PART 7, CHAPTER 0030

MORIANITY PART 7, CHAPTER 0030

There are only a few points that I wish to try and get out to anyone reading these words. It will not be a long winded dissertation or speech, I promise.

One of my two topics is as old as you guessed it wonderful people, August 15, 1986 when on the flip of a cosmic light-switch, things all around me and my life, altered 100%. I could not have mistaken or imagined this either, folks. I was keeping even more accurate and meticulous records of my life at that point, and had been, ever since the summer time in the year 1982. Math and charts always interested me, first since I was one, and learned how to count past one; and then again in 1979, when I began trading commodities at Clayton Brokerage, with Dennis Caldwell, using technical analysis charting, of the various commodity prices. Everything has a start somewhere, in three dimensions. Now in more than three, nothing stops and nothing starts, not ever, but it always has these two points when inside of this very limited existence, and our bodies that power our brain in a biological type of a fuel, need three dimensions or as Einstein put it in even greater elaboration, we all need to exist three dimensionally, or in space-time, four dimensionally. Beyond this is the fifth dimensional hyperspace that contains all of the parallel universes, and beyond that is the dimension of MIND ITSELF, the sixth one. But this going up and beyond with higher dimension numbers, as with all things, is illusion. In truth it begins at zero dimension, and then becomes a Lawtronic Break Out or (LBO) and things go far beyond this very rudimentary way of saying these things, but for now, this break out from the void infinity or zero dimension into a Lawtronic state as the seventh-dimension, can also be expressed as the BIG BANG. There is way way more to all of this, but it is a nice parochial way of beginning the topic that today will not even be talked on any more.

So this first little discussion is about how suddenly after this magical date, 08/15/1986, and after life turned upside down for me on a dam dime after getting out of bed in a rental home at 1931 Route 70, Cherry Hill, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG; around 9 AM, something called by me but not by any means invented by me, ''PARALLEL EVENT'', became a major and ugly part of this new life of mine, and leaving me no choice whatsoever on the matter, as to needing my approval or anything remotely similar. Within 1-3 years after this very magic ugly evil supernatural day that no human alive can explain away in their science or with any form of rational or psychological thought,m other than for their totally wrong conclusions that the science of 'shrinkology' insists on, and that is simply put, MARK WAYNE MOHR IS A KOOKY CRACKPOT WITH LOTS OF DELUSIONS. Fine, I cannot stop this reality, and this in itself should disprove a little of their misdiagnosis of me. I love reality. I hate fake phony shit, games, head games, all of that. Many feel I have made up a huge story and then targeted people to fit into it. Well you know what, jerk offs, I have indeed been totally misunderstood all of my rotten fagot life, so you just go and believe that fairy-tale all you want to, but it is not the truth. I abhor name recognized people. I detest most people in general anyway, and I never liked uppity stuck up wealthies. So in no way do I want to be remotely connected into them, but if I am attempting to understand just why this fucking shit all started out of the blue around me, then I must be true first to myself, and go where all of the facts take me. This is what I have done now since 1986, and more so since 2006, 20 years later when I began to blog, actually to be accurate and honest, about nineteen and one half years after the incident in 1986, until early in January of 2006. The truth that really scares some powerful folks to the point of dropping their pants and screaming for mommy, is that these very rich and powerful peeps, want something with and from me, and have now, for quite some time. Perhaps some may know this consciously more than some others, but levels of conscious verses unconscious varying areas of gray truth about all of this, is not my concern at this moment, nor is it within my power to speculate at all accurately about, so shutting up totally on this, would be the correct avenue for me to do, no doubt about it at all, Miss Chillie, and Lenny McKinnon, and all CB RADIO users of days gone mostly by!

Between the shit they did to me in the casinos and the shit they were stealing, they were robbing me blind and laughing at me and mocking me, and what did I ever mother fucking do to any of these mobbed up Sinatra fucking jerk off PIGS was my eternal question. This is a question, that to this very day of 8 January, 2014; remains unknown and mysterious as ten haunted houses and twenty UFO sightings. Every single time I would go to a roulette table at a Jersey casino, they would instantly begin to play stuff through their Public Address system, some casinos more than others, with Resorts International being the biggest of the bunch, that in a billion possible chances, could not all be some silly coincidence, as it went on just way too many times, through years and decades, and all had direct meanings for me, as they all know a lot of things about me, even way back then in the very early eighties, after the great almighty George Asshole Belton, introduced me to the casino game of roulette. In my current-me lifetime or ASS (Astral-Dream Down), I never had played a game of roulette in my entire life until December of 1982, with good old mother loving George. Hot shots have been directing their attention on me, and not the other way around, for a very long time. This in my opinion is because the owners of this world know about my family, my family curse, that I am the one carrying it for the family in this generation, and that this involves the entire reality 'of' the planet Earth and its inhabited civilization, without exception. Someone already knew what the great Almighty Goddess Isis-Jupiter had spoken to me in the Garden, over twelve thousand years ago about because I loved Diana, she would spare the world. They knew all of it, and they a lot more than I'll ever know. All of this stuff that pertained to this great Isis Goddess, grew wings, and began its soaring journey; right at the time that this civilization in 1994, used a probe, and made direct contact with the planet Jupiter, physically. On the material realm, this is a great gas giant planet, but on the energy equivalent, this is an incredible and unfathomable entity. I wouldn't even start to dare to print more about this, but notice the probe happened right around the same time as the comet impact, and that the names given by humankind that controls such things, matches major items that began all of this stuff now blogged about, in my own personal life, with Mayor Levy, and the landlady of the Highview Apartments where I was living in 1994, Maria Shoemaker. Somehow cosmic forces timed it beyond perfectly with the hour day year timing as well as with these two particular sky observers, finding these comets so as they would then come to be named in their honor by the scientific community. Levy was the Chief of the Atlantic City Beach Patrol in 1994, before going onto becoming the mayor of that great wild city of intrigue and never ending mysterious, about a dozen years following all of this. I placed the word 'OF' in single quotation marks, as this was hacked and came out 'ODF', AGAIN, as happens so frequently, just as RATIO, is so often altered to RATION, with that endlessly fucking stupid added on 'N' LETTER.

Parallel Event was used by me the first time I resided at the HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS, in the middle eighties, a decade earlier than the second time in the middle nineties, and parallel event is known about, called by many other titles by statistical mathematicians, and is fully known by nobody, including the great Professor Princeton Einstein.

I used my own applied principles of PARALLEL-EVENT, in the Jersey casinos, over an eight month time period back in the year of 1986, to amass and accrue a sum total profit amount, in my successful attack against the roulette tables of Atlantic City, for the amount of $9,200.00. This is what I made after losses were subtracted from profits, this was my net total profit, or as they may have joikkingly referred to this a couple of years later in 1988 in Washington, DC, at the United States Copyright Office, as THE NET PROFIT OF THE NOTHING PROPHET, and to this day is why the COMCAST CABLE COMPANY hates me to ever watch the television show called, ''BEVERLY HILLS 90210'', as there was an early episode when the show was brand new, about the alcohlic mother of one of thew lovely high school girls, I forget which one now, and how she showed up drunk at school, causing troubles, and in this episode, the husband of Brenda's mom or her dad, Mister Carol Potter, a name quite wildly fascinating as my mom had a best friend in the late sixties in Westmont, New Jersey, named Carol Potter, but the real power punch and knockout was th eprecise musical keyboard and chosen arrangement on it, used, that I used on my 1988 McDonald's Dancing song, ''PROPHET OF NOTHING'', and all of the world owners, not just BIG PIG OH, all know all the ugly details. Back when I lived up in the Florida hood before getting into the Public Housing Building, the enemies fucked up my signal while I was tapin g the show on the SOAP NETWORK that it aired on in 2011, and turned on some illegal MACROVISION COPYGUARD SIGNAL, so wehen I went to view the tape, it was all fuckign cunt l;apping scrambled out. Now very recently within a couple fuckign weeks after starting to watch the show again for about a month or less, suddenly, COMCAST took off the entire fuckign cunt eating SOAP NETWORK, replacing it with some total fucmign garbage, while we all go on paying our monsweter high cable bills on time. IT REALLY IS ALL SO TOTALLY UNFAIR, AND OF COURSE, I KNOW WHO IS BEHIND ALL THIS, MY ROTTEN ASS KID AND HER PUKE SUCKIGN HUBBY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe dirt bag fat ass O as well!!! All these huge prick-shit hot shots hate my guts! David Roth said it all, many years fucking ago. They're either jealous of me, for something that I have yet to understand; or they are scared shitless of some weird fucking potential, that they think I have; that might lead to their detriment in some way. Maybe they should fucking worry. They've all fucking cunt lapping stolen me blind for decades, and then just STAND ALL AROUND LAUGHING ABOUT IT, AND MOCKING ME LIKE, THE PIGS THEY ALL ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But the real powerful story, is that if I can convince a person, who has it within their capability; not some phony liar; it has to be a person with money, or who can make shit happen; we used to refer to these peeps as the ''movers and shaker'' of the world; but if I could get them to believe me enough to try a wild experiment, they could make billions of dollars, and literally own the entire world if that were their goal or ambition to do so. I have this totally within my power, and nobody will take me seriously and believe me, I am just a MOTHER FUCKIGN CRACK POT, folks. And this is very sad, because I am not, I may act nutty, and all of you would too, if you had to go through my hell for the last 30-60 mother fucking years,;but that changes no part of truth and reality, about my claims. If I were set up in a protected environment, and given some luxurious life and some unusual but totally legal things that I would desire, one month later, the STOCK MARKET WOYULD TOTALLY CRASH, AND THE FLYERS HOCKEY TEAM WOULD BE WIPED OUT, AND THE PHILLIES WOULD NEVER EVER HARDLY LOSE ANOTHER GAME. But not one person WANTS TO PROVE ME WRONG, and take this very small risk. What a planet of fools. There are NO ALIENS, this is all bullshit, but IF THERE WERE ALIENS, I assure you people, they would never want to come to this silly ignorant hypocritical and extremely judgmental puny little planet, not for any reason. All elements in the cosmos can be synthesized by building simple machines that directly communicate with subatomic forces that can and will do anything at all that we could ever need, and if there were anything out there in the great expansion remotely resembling our kind of life, AND THERE AIN'T; they would have no desire, no need, and no reason ever and whatsoever, to come anywhere near this place. What I know about all of this and so much more, would fill the entire Manhattan City Libraries up shelf to shelf. I could never tell it all, and no Earthly force could ever contain what I have been made fucking privy to. You see peeps, the same forces that are doing this to me, are also manipulating with 100 percent total control and power, anyone from, EVER EVER EVER BELIEVING WEHAT I HAVE TOLD HERE, AND EVER HELPING ME, AND EVER HAVING A REAL DESIRE TO PROVE ME WRONG, which of course I already know that nobody can do. This would end the world as you all know it right now; and the owners of shit, are not going to allow this; and they have the power to stop me, and stop this from ever being realized! This is why there never was nor could ever be, a MORIANITY. My old pal Mike Patterson is dying down in Miami, as I knew he would. His exact words to me just a few fucking days ago, ''Mark, I'm a walking dead man''. I felt like Mariah at age 3 or so, and wanted to say back to him over the telephone, ''I KNOW'', but this caused a lot of trouble, so why make the poor vampire eat his own steak without any gravy, pepper, salt, or seasoning?

JANUARY 13, 2014,

MONDAY MORNING AT 12:47

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 56 DEGREES FNHT.

There is a lot more to tell you folks so hold on. The main one I wanted to get out right now is that I can do impossible things. What I can't do is as real as what I can do, and as wild as it all sounds, it is all totally true, and I am swearing to this officially right now on this blog, under a legal binding oath with penalty of perjury if anyone can prove I am lying or attempting to extort a thin dime from a single soul. Powerful dirt bag peeps have stolen my life, my property, my mind, my world, literally to quote 'Lonnie Jackson' on the great TV show, ''Law & Order'', ''They stole ME''. I am just trying as hard as possible folks, to get ME back, from these monster ass fucking criminal thieves. And not one fucking soul out here, IMHO really believes me, not enough to put me to the test and try and prove me wrong. What, you are all scared to make a billion dollars in 2014, and have anything else in this material world that your mother fucking heart could ever desire? ''SHEEEEEEEIT'', DAD and DAWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fuck you JANE!!!!

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