Water-witch,
CALLI-KALI-CALL
TEN CALLIO, and your wonderful pal Bob McGuire,
controllers of one third of the triangulation;
I know you are always there, and only care about
destroying everything totally
and absolutely that is any part of me and my life. The why to this is
the same why to anything and everything, even hand washing David and
his relatives from Smithtown, New York on their worst weekend ever on
11 May of crummy '95, a year I relate quite well to myself, and every
weekend was lousy. As for John and Nick, and lovely sis, this is a
lot like colony 256 and other colonies when cosmanet is operational,
or as Lieutenant Ouhora puts it quite well in the original Star Trek
shows, ''subspace chatter'', first popping into reality as chat rooms
on the world wide web, later to become the Swis System, and still
later, President Lincoln sir, taped or digital music being recreated
and not live; comes the Pratt Cloud. What I do not understand is why
two things I am unable to find in Washington in my files. One is
Dancing in the Ocean or the original part one epitome Of Harassment
project, and the other is THE PERMISSION BARRIER. Hopefully, these
projects have not gone the way of Summer of Love 2000 or billy Harner
2000 or whatever the dumb thing was called before it was made to go
away, right Mister McCoy? Let me take a quick hand wash break now
folks, and I'll be back. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!
COURTESY
OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!
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**JOURNAL
TAPE 25,748**
DUH,
I wonder why my hands are still unclean, Jesus Carpenter. Oh that's
right, it is the inside of humankind that needs the cleansing, as you
said, oh great uncle-63!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
for Colony Quna, and Colony 256, and disability, and psychiatrists
who heard some small bit of my story back in 1994, you're not the
only one depressed Nick. That's one hell of a monster stereo, you and
wall banger Frank Callio have put together. Jesus Christmas Trees.
Now
coming down to Earth and landing for a little while, Misses Estelle
Anderson Bassler of Ormond Beach, Florida, USA-ESMWG; thank you for
expanding my horizons in 1997 about State College, Pennsylvania. Did
you all ready Lenny McKinnon know, that all those troubles were going
to follow, and if so, where was your wonderful transdimensional
bulldozer machine, when Walmart and all voice-mails and all
Andres-whatever's, really needed you, sweetie pie?????????????????
WHAAAAAA!
GET
OUT OF MY MOTHER FUCKING MOUSE, OR I'll BLOW UP YOUR HOUSE, HACKER. I
MAY BNOT KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE, BUT MAGGIE KFP DOES, AND ASK SCARED
LENNY ABOUT JAMMED GATES AND MY LIZ MONTGOMERY POP IN POWERS, YO YO
YO YO YO, HELL CHRIST WONDER AVENUE OF BLACKWEIRD, NEW JERSEY.
Sat
Nurine of wide taxi turns, and special friendships with magical
exploring ladies, whose street name I only knew as PAULA KING, let me
advise you that I accept your offer to join the ESS. The next move is
yours.
Shades
of my Echelon-Towers Building, or Ventnor dreams, and other ''alien
abduction experiences'' shared around the
planet''???WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh the gods, my message would be heard the loudest and remembered the
longest, if told through music, right old pal Mister Plato? I suppose
they had to beware the tide that brought that message. Now stuff is
beginning to pop into freaking place as days go by. TIME
TRAVEL IS 100% GOING ON!
Oh by gash by golly, what did you do to me, Misses gorgeous Marola?
Yes shortly after meeting the great one, Sarah Jacobson, at
Cooley-Wormhole Hall in the very early nineteen- seventies; came the
parallel universe experience where I saw the great awesome Christmas
Tree Angel in the lobby of the building, singing the song we all know
and love, that is aired by her still every holiday season. The
problem is she was two years old then. This is why the government
knows it is better for the general population to just go and wash
their hands of all of this stuff and live regular normal lives and
let them handle the situation. Actually, this is not something that
this blogger disagrees with one bit, President Obama, kind sir. Just
in case you wanted to know where I stood, sir. Yes
dear world, we all have opinions and this makes the world go round,
or so they say, and on top of that, here is
the opinion of the WFMU’s
Beware of the Blog.
OH YES, BY ALL MEANS, WATCH OUT FOR THAT HORRIBLE MARK WAYNE MOHR.
WHAT A MONSTER.
At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon,
roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in
various telephone conversations. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,
whatever you say, darlin'.
(PHOTOS) Human Brain, courtesy of the National Geographic Society.
IT
DOES NOT TAKE A REAL BIG ONE OF THOSE TO KNOW THAT MARK WAYNE MOHR
HAS SUFFERED THROUGH A NIGHTMARE FOR A VERY VERY VERY LONG TIME,
LOVELY INGRID FROM GOOD OLD
1984!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In
blogs I have done over the past eight years now; quite a small feet
if I may say so myself, good folks; I have discussed the FASCITAR,
and told a small bit of this ancient ultra secret set of paranormal
instructions, for proving to anyone; that atheists are all wrong
about nothing being ''beyond'' this so called waking and mortal life.
I do not make this judgment call, so don't come at me with sticks and
stones and knives and guns, please. The Fascitar makes this claim,
and then goes on to verify its claim, to anyone who has the fucking
balls to properly use it, and thus see it all for themselves. I do
not plan on rehashing any of these instructions or even reiterating
what it is all about, not here on this blog, as that is not a part of
the point that this writing will be trying to make. All I want said
about it is that is more secret than anything else kept and called a
secret, and that if released into the general population, it would be
a matter of only a short space of time, that all of humankind and its
organized power structure large religions, would dissolve away and be
exposed for the total frauds they are, in a nutshell, being there to
give hope to those who fear death and hell, the hell part created by
them to generate that fear, and other things time prevents me from
detailing on this particular writing. But it is all there, if anyone
should have the desire and the time, to archive my blogs that show
up, these current ones, and then on this current one, on many of
these blogs, I show the BIO-PAGE, where you can click next to any of
five bullets that name my five original blogs, on BLOGGER DOT COM,
beginning in January of 2006. This appears right next to a normally
larger font made by me, area, saying' ''MY
BLOGS''. Now we move this along to part two of four which is
the JACOBSON, and also known in
my blog texts and writings since the near beginning of them, as SARAH
JACOBSON; from the New Jersey Rehab System
of Camden, New Jersey, and who attended the REHAB CLASS,
in the same special education school that I went to, on Hopkins Lane,
in Haddonfield, New Jersey; back as the nineteen-seventies began to
come into the scene, replacing the love/hate sixties' truly known in
all of its mysterious numerous ways, by only those who were there to
live and experience these wild times.
Sarah
Jacobson was not an ordinary girl by any stretch of anybody's
imagination. She was extremely lovely with long dark hair, extremely
tall, unfathomably physically strong, the coolest personality in the
world, and seemed to have advance knowledge of future events, as did
some others in this lace just a short while back, coming to mind
first and foremost, is Misses Marola, who knew the way the first ten
years of the following century were going to be pronounced, while
nobody else seemed to, and other stuff is just as suspect as well,
leading me to the conclusion that right after she was suddenly gone,
her replacement as a younger self was immediate, the JACOBSON.
Without boring anyone to tears and back, all the way to Christmas of
twenty-seventeen or so, I'll abridge, compress, and transform what
comes next, into a real short and sweet little ditty of words that
tell what needs to be told, without any of the fat or window
dressing. It will be thinned out to anorexic proportions, but you
will get the connections, if you want to, and if you really are
trying to, good peeps.
Misses
Marola insisted that I do something, not on school time, and where
she did not have the authority to be so ultimately relentless with me
against my will, but did it anyway, and it all led me to be at a
place at a totally different time on May the Thirtieth of 1969, in
Atlantic City, New Jersey, than would have been the case if she had
not forced this issue, and this event, altered the course of my life,
and many many lives around the world to this very day. All
major events that pertain to the story of Mountainpen and morianity,
and MARK WAYNE MOHR, seem to be on and occur on A
LEGAL UNITED STATES HOLIDAY. This goes quite a bit beyond
mere happenstance or coincidence. You may insist on disagreeing with
me, and as I said many times, I am willing to fight and die on any
battlefield in this world, for your right to indeed do so, stupid as
disagreeing with me about all these things possibly being
coincidental, may be.
Now
this was a teacher in this special education school, and she was my
teacher, from early middle February through late into June, back in
1969. Once she did her job, knowing already that my days with Sarah
on Tennessee Avenue were winding down on this last summer of running
into her, somehow, but she knew it, believe that; this is when on the
following spring in 1970, my encounter with the great next paranormal
person to come into my life, indeed happened, the JACOBSON. I am not
at liberty to tell all that I want to here. The world simply is not
ready to accept so much. After all I went through with all of this,
even I am light years away from understanding and appreciating the
full scope of this big-picture story happening all around me and even
still to this very day, so how the devil can I in good conscience
expect anyone else to GET IT?
Still,
SHE HAPPENED, and it was very major. She did things to me both while
I was awake and asleep, that both Sarah from Tennessee Avenue did to
me, and way up in my adult life, her newest persona has done,
beginning in 1997 and then going on a lull for a while until a full
11 years ticked by past then. Only so much more connects all of this
that volume sized encyclopedias would never contain it in proper
elucidated details that would not leave any kind of blanks or skips
in this awesome and inconceivable story. Now, and since 1980, I no
longer have one paranormal, but two paranormal ''people'' that mess
with me, when the mood strikes them, despite my recent best attempts
to distance myself totally away from them. And the coincidental thing
pops right up again, as when I get the next phase or 3 of 4, the
TRUMP, he does the very same
thing, by stuff he did and bought, that made the few things I used to
enjoy in my rotten life, all turn into total pig crap at the speed of
light, such as buying up all the pageants of beauty queens, and along
these lines, and there are many others, way too numerous to get into,
on this text here today. On top of these interconnecting items that
few have the psychic energy or PERCEPTION
to properly even begin to see, or 'spiritually
visualize' so to speak; is the way an entire life can be seen
if you stand back away from it as a totally neutral observing
outsider; and watch what I jokingly now call, ''HALLS FAWCES'',
working through an entire huge operation, that makes things all
happen, no matter how incredibly hard one might try and fight against
it, it is exactly like swimming against a rip tide on steroids, and
being four years old, and who had just been taught to swim a day or
two ago.
Now
speaking of invader Phase-4 entity TRUMP, not the brain or body; but
the 'HIM' that is inside of it, that no surgeon could ever cut open,
and then so much as hope to witness or observe or measure in any
meaningful way, not yet with today's teck, right Professor
SCI-CH-KAKU?, but yes, speaking of this wild dude who influenced me
to create him on a 1980 open reel semi-pro mastering machine called
the RS-1500-US tape recording machine, where would I even think of
starting? I could type for a year, and not tell it all, so why even
begin such a futile time wasting energy wasting endeavor? I won't.
BUTT, it is time to draw the connecting FAWCES of mister Hall, into
these three items, FASCITAR, JACOBSON, TRUMP. This item is called the
electromagnetic spectrum. Again, I will shorten a quick lecture about
all of this to get a few of my smarter readers really thinking and
maybe drooling on their shoes; but that is all I can do. It would
take lifetimes to try and explain the life that I have already lived,
and just as me, in three dimensions, as Mark Wayne Mohr. I could give
all of you the accepted scientific explanation first off of just what
really, this mysterious sounding item is all about, the EM spectrum,
but that is for the birds. That won't cut any mustard is so far as my
attempt to connect it up to these other three items, not that
anything will, but old gambler me, as many of you already know;
always plays the odds, or said perhaps somewhat more accurately,
tries to pick and choose the very best odds, in all of life's many
situations.
Yes
there is a line that stretches very far to the left and to the right,
and has a speck in the middle called VL (Visible Light). It is just a
fancy scale that measures how quickly things vibrate. Vibration gives
off heat, more of it gives off light, still more gives off many types
of invisible light rays and waves. But telling you this would get me
an A on a term paper in college, for the best down to Earth and
compressed explanation of this subject, and getting an a in some
hypothetical college, is not what this blog is about by a long shot
and a half, so I'll move on and finish my dissertation. Folks, in the
world of the subatomic where nothing is anywhere near the size of an
atom, the rules that govern the physicality of things also are not
the same as those that govern in post atom sized realities. These
rules, laws, or anything you wish to think of them as, are very real,
and they do not bend and are indeed inviolate. Nobody breaks the laws
of anything, from all the basic engineering principles, to
hydrodynamics to aerodynamics, and on and on, it is not going to
happen. As technology improves, and life appears to be breaking the
laws of physics to some degree here and there, you need to see this
as another one of life's so many great parlor illusions. In truth an
honesty, when things around us advance and improve, it is because the
collective mind has not figured out ways to BREAK the LAWS that
govern our world, but because it has figured out ways to interact
MORE EFFICIENTLY within these laws that govern our world. In a real
nutshell with volumes of potential text removed; all I'm saying my
peeps, is this. This smaller realm of what the men and women of
science call ''sub-atomic', or the ASTRAL PLANE, is a reflectional
image of what this realm then goes onto create. It does this creating
by a process that is quite natural, but not to the scientist. The
entities of this realm, DREAM-DOWN into hyperspace mortal world
existences. They lose energy through numerous interactions, and the
way it is regenerated is to sleep and dream, the very opposite of how
humans on Earth think of their human lives and falling asleep and
dreaming every so many hours when they wear out for the day, and need
a recharge. But coming from this realm, where forces are beyond
mysterious; and where there is no space-time-mind as there is here in
the fifth dimensional hyperspace, of all these many parallel
universes, such as the one we live in right now and I am blogging
this message out to all of you; is the true magic of every single
thing that happens while here and supposedly awake in this mortal
realm on the planet called Earth. All the connections to all the
things in my life, your life, our lives, the whole Mexican 27 foot
Pizza pie; is because of very strange and
spooky forces; to quote the great pal of my dad, sir
Professor Einstein of Princeton university in a place called
Roddenberry New Jersey McNulty Laugh time; and to give you all the
grand finale' here, parallel universes indeed can effect and rub into
each other electromagnetically, and do; every time electrical energy
and humans connect together; but there is no way in these hyperspace
dream-downs, to effect the locale where we dream off of or FROM, the
subatomic reflections of us, AKA the ASTRAL PLANE. If you are looking
for details of just what happened on the Astral plane, that caused
the Briggbase to all get together in an unconscious way and do all
the stuff that they do, or even for me to quickly sum up an
intelligible way for you to understand powerful wild things in my
human current lifetime (dream-down) resulting from Astral-Plane or
subatomic interactions, well; you sadly deluded yourself at the
beginning of my blog. Common sense tells you that I can open doors
and walk you through a million trillion things and endlessly expand
and tell infinitely more stuff, but those looking for a worldly type
of accurate Google-road-map to pop up somewhere, in any way, shape,
or form, is most likely the King or the Queen of the Eternal Optimist
Club of the World (EOCW), and would be loved madly, by the girl who
in 2008, I nicknamed, ''TWINBAY'',
from where else but Egg Harbor Township.
I
will keep telling stuff, there is an infinite supply. Just don't
expect a perfect wonderful Google Map, hell, I could have used one
that day that I took Chicky's dam brothers to the JFK Airport.
*****THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:*****
AHA
AHA AH AHA MIKE MCNULTY, YEAH, DEAL WITH IT, YOU KNOW WHAT'S GETTING
SAID PARTNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DID A FEW MEASLEY DECADES WIPE YOUR
MEMORIES OUT LIKE A MCGUIRE MAGIC LEPRAWAND?????????
''THE
FASCITAR, THE JACOBSON, THE DONALD; AND THE WORLD OF THE
ELECTROMAGNETIC SPECTRUM'', AND THEN THERE CAME MY INVITE TO JOIN THE
ESS ON THE FINAL 2014 DAY OF WINTER, BIG ASS WOW, JOANNE, FROM 1979.
Before I remembered it all, you were my first. Then came the
memories, Barbara, both Barbara's, no electric shocks dock!
RIGHT
TAXI DRIVER KAREN GRASSI?”
SUBTITLED,
PART TWO OF DA CONTRASTS BLOG, MMCN-71
Well
peeps, TODAY WAS A NICE MOTHER FUCKING
BOTBAR, but not just any fucking botbar. IT WAS MY 100TH
BOTBAR FOR 2013, AND BILLY AND SALLY, YO; “THAT'S SAYIN'
SOMETHING”. I won't lie and say I have not been given my share of
good advice from the rock stars of the world because I am not a
fucking liar, Captain 1981 Crawford, sir. Billy's advice to me about
staying to myself, was pitch fucking ass perfect, 100% of the cent,
speaking of vocalists such as him and a slew of others along my great
lengthy pathway through STM!
Peeps,
before I move along, I will draw you an updated fucking picture of
November-2013 MPB remember this is short abbreviated for MAGNETIC
PERCENTAGE BOTBAR!!!!!!!!!!!!! REMEMBER THOSE HORRIBLE TIMES, GOOD
PEEPS???????????????????
Where
this blog takes us next will be something ENEMIES do not want to
fucking deal fucking with, I promise, lovely MO. Hacking is getting
worse, Bob. I was never planning to go to places I now will be going,
because my mother fucking life is totally on the cock sucking line
with these horrible monster fucking bastards. They leave me no
choice, as Barney said to that lovely blond on that great TV show
from long back, ''DARK SHADOWS''. And then the clock went
tickatee-tock, and now we are here with a jeer and a sneer. I did not
want to get this far into my life, and there is so much yet to tell,
because time is moving along with me telling my past. Theoretically,
it never ever ends!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAA.
Yes,
I officially accept the invite for membership in the ESS. When
finalized, I'll be subject to your regulations and will not do
anything to compromise my situation. I await your response.
MARCH
21, 2014
FRIDAY
MORNING AT 4:29,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 67 DEGREES FNHT.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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