I
JUST TOOK A MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING COMPUTER HACK, BOB MCDOWELL, FEDERAL
COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, SIR AND PAL FROM 1972.
I
TRIED POSTING AT BLOGGER AND ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE, IF I CAN GET THE
BLOG UP, MAYBE SOMEONE KNOWS EXACTLY WHY SOMEONE ELSE DOES NOT WANT
THIS BLOG TO POST.
ACLU,
FBI, STATE FLORIDA POLICE, PAM BONDI FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL, LOCAL
PEEDEE, PLEASE HELP ME, THIS IS PURE FERAKING DEATH SIEGE AND IT IS
HIGHLY FREAKING ILLEGAL, YO!!!
IT
IS NOW 11:07 AM, AND IT IS SATURDAY, 22 MARCH OF 2014, AND I'LL TRY
AGAIN TO POST THIS BLOG UP, YO!!!
MAGNESONIC
STAND BY TO CRUSH AND WIPE OUT ALL ENEMIES AND ALL THEIR LOVED ONES,
USE ALL ORDERS AND ALL TECHS. G-901, G-189, CG-18, SP.
THIS
IS A SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG TO TAPE 25,750.
MARCH
22, 2014,
SATURDAY
MORNING AT 9:03,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 75 DEGREES FNHT.
I
was going to give to you all an experiment to try; but I already
know, as I said to Lenny back in 1980; that nobody will try it; and I
am wasting my time. What a shame for both you and for me. If you ever
would try the few things I post up and give full instructions, such
as the naysayer Dennis Snyder Fascitar 6/10, and other stuff as well;
you would receive the freaking shock of your entire life, ladies and
gentlemen.
I
wanted to show you how to do a few things such as what I now am about
to merely tell you the aftermath that results, leaving things far
short of the mark that would be possible for much greater truths to
come alive inside of this dinosaur age of folks being blind and
unaware to the truths of the dream-triangle, meaning three items all
are connected with each other and are inseparable,
(dreams/hyperspace/exploratrons). This quick run off of information
cannot be cross-examined. I do not do this intentionally taking
advantage of the fact that both Lucille Ball and Gene Roddenberry are
deceased, merely telling what I feel must be told that further
supports the truth and evidence for my argument regarding
exploratronic truths. I wish they were here and that I could meet and
speak with these two folks, because the exchange of ideas that would
come out of it would be of a mind bending nature, but that is not
destined to take place. Still, recently within a year or so, I
remember watching an hour documentary and Roddenberry's son was being
interviewed, and then I remember his father as well talking on the
1996 thirty year anniversary special Star Trek back while living in
the Somerdale Death House in Jersey; and how both father and son are
really clueless to how a type-4-exploratron group, the federation of
planets entities for lack of a better wordage here to make my point,
was using Gene and his crew, to bring them alive here in daily waking
life, through this marvelous and beyond great fiction television
production, the original Star Trek,leading to movies and spin offs
and spin offs of more spin offs and more movies from spin offs, and
an entire Star Trek culture emerging. Yes, the successful emergence
of these P4E coming into this reality, not perhaps in the way that
they wanted to do from Astral-Plane existence, born in bodies; but in
that other way that Lawtronics transforms their attempt to do so,
should these attempts in some way or ways, be in violation of the
natural world basic order of possible events, or the (NWBOPE) for
short. This is shy if anyone in the Mensa or other so-called
intelligentsia circles, here in this 'waking-life'; ever makes it
their business to really fully investigate all my claims someday, in
this attempt to begin a religion for the third millennium, known as
MORIANITY; they can come to clearly look at the stuff I give them to
examine, and then see with a new major clarity, why peeps behave as
they appear to do, such as Gene and his son. They in all honesty, are
clueless to how they had an exploratron inside of them, the entire
time they did anything pertaining to this project, especially Gene,
but even his son in sort of a reverse way. His role was to never in
any way, see this bigger picture inside of his deeper awake self, as
this would damage present day culture in incredible ways. Science
fiction by the way is not just based on science not yet physically
achieved. It is almost if not 100% real, but as with many things, a
lot of things are kept intentionally suppressed and even sanctioned.
Dave Roth when alive, had an experience in hyperspace, that only very
recently, have I come to see the true power of, after all the recent
5-10 year documentaries available to be watched on science and
history channels. This one talks about the subterranean truths that
in 1997, I knew from personal 'contact' were all very real, but then
Billy Crouch confirmed a lot more of this for me in 2010 and 2011.
Billy had the very exact same eyes as Gary, the friend of Jim Kirk on
the original Star Trek episode of, ''Where no Man Has Gone Before'',
after he was contacted, at the edge of the MWG (Milky Way Galaxy) by
Hall and his 'fawces'. I have just the opposite problem as the
creators of this all time great fiction television show. I desire a
normal average hum drum life, the whole enchalate, 2.4 kids, 3.3
animals, a nice loving caring wife, a home, a good paying position,
you know, normalcy, no UFOLOGY, no time running wrong, no copyrights,
no music, none of any of this garbage, and especially, no meeting
folks like Gary God, which in 1966, proves to me along with three
years later, the odds of the ''Dark Shadows'' show people and crew,
using my birthday for the Paul Stoddard due date of the mighty
Leviathan cult, and so much more right at the same time that my voice
had been placed on that anti-pollution commercial, aired in heavy
rotation on television from coast to coast; that the networks knew of
my existence and those around me and how they already had planned to
use me in some gigantic scheme, especially when taken into
consideration along with all of this before mentioned group of facts,
is the fact that the second I left the Cooley Wormhole special
education school of Haddonfield, who came in instantly to do a major
documentary of the entire place, but one of the three major
broadcaster networks, I admit to forgetting now which of the three
that it was, but it happened. They spoke to a lot of my classmates
that I had just been with, and so much more. Someone out here right
now, knows exactly why all of this is going on, and they also know
the subterranean's are real, and they know hyperspace and
exploratrons are all real, but they ain't talking. We all know that
part of it. Me, I don't want to know a dam thing other than how I can
go and get out of whatever it is that I am in and try living a
somewhat normal life, away form my disease that looking back in
hindsight now, I could name, 'Callitis', 'Callioitis', or just 'WOW'.
The way lovely Joanne said that in middle 1979, at my Williamstown
apartment owned by Firebug Doris Plum, is totally unforgettable, that
what it was, Mister
Cole!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How
my mother, who never watched shows like STAR TREK told me in
Blackwood, New Jersey, when I was snowed in by a blizzard, while she
and I were renting that mafia guy's house in the Cherrywood Estates
in 1978, ''You better be nice to me”. Gary said good, substituting
nice, on the show with his billy Crouch eyes, but I got all the
messages, even though they flew right over the heads of lovely Lucy
Ball and old ex-cop Gene Roddenberry. This dude from a place called
New Jersey, got them all, Data Coded Sarjenka. If I wanted to, I
could type along these lines for months without stopping. I just
picked a couple of Star Trek episodes from where this all began with
this particular show in 1966, but as Lizzy Montgomery said it so much
better than I'll ever be able to, when speaking to her husband Darren
Stevens on the great ''Bewitched'' TV show, ''The possibilities are
endless'', in or out of October the fifth of two thousand and eight,
misses Marola!!!
NOW
WE HAVE WALKED THE COURSE, AND SEEN HOW THINGS DO NOT MAGICALLY
CHANGE; BUT THAT VIA EXPLORATRONIC DEVELOPMENTS, FIFTH DIMENSIONAL
ENERGY IS WHAT ACTUALLY INTERCHANGES AND FORMS DISPLACEMENTS. BUT IT
GETS WAY BETTER THAN THIS!!!
ALL
HELL CUBED, BROKE LOOSE ON ME FROM THE WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES, after I
dared to ask Joe Berrios to translate, as well as another J, if he
had any of my music, and might send it to me electronically someday,
and especially the
Venezuelan
Flower Song from 1980.
JUST
HOW MUCH OF THIS, IS ME BEING NUTS; PROFESSOR KAKU, MY FRIEND????
Bob
McDowell sir, these mother fuckers are hacking my mouse to shit, sir,
in total violation of my civil freaking rights as a legal citizen of
this nation, never charged with any crime other than minor traffic
violations, as a younger driver. These dirt bags belong behind prison
bars, old Johnny Faster joker, friend from Lilly's Lilliputian Livery
Wormholes and coaches secret locker rooms, GARY-7. Of course my GARY
collection contains some real winners, and are seven to be up front
about it, one even from high school, a dude named Murza. Him and
owe-me-a-dime Ricky Divvis were a couple of real winners back in
time, mister Jockamini. This mouse fucking hack is really major, Bob
FCC McDowell, sir!!!!!!! WOW,
JOANNE-1979!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JOURNAL
CASSETTE TAPE 25,750.
I
am so sick and tired of this situation I am in. I am a peaceful
person, but if those doing this to me all these years were somehow
just suddenly helplessly tied up and against a wall and I was in the
middle of the desert with a powerful rifle, believe me, they would
ALL BE FUCKING DEAD. This is why I don't like guns. We ALL ARE
CAPABLE IF PUSHED TO A CERTAIN POINT, of killing. This is fact. Ask
any licensed qualified psychiatrist if this is true or not.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
does life stink and suck, when you are the CHOSEN
HUNTINGTON.
Every
single rotten week of my life now since middle fucking 1986, I could
legitimately say and or print the following statement, and swear to
it legally in a court of law with no fear at all of punishment for
perjury:
I
fell under a
super
attack from the MILI-2-FORCE.
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MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2014
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You
missed me disease weeds JANE, ha-ha-ha!!!
No
uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right, by telling the
conductor, that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was
very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at
175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my
presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a
bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit? In any event, this is
March 22, 2014, not February 18, 2009, WHAAAAAAAAA!
Long
story short, the mail was always delivered here at this lovely 6-9
room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other,
with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and
a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity
now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until
about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically
and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly
and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C
if I can find out what is up with the mail around here,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a
telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their
Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the
package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not
have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a
very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their
Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS,
looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book
of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I
called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2
death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction
with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank
Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a
coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid
looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!! Oh those green
lawns, green acres, and green ice creams, yummy, right Walt Disney,
old battlefield pal paramedic of
fear!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
traveling out to the edge of the Milky Way, or as the Sidewalk
Scientists Association says, the Lactose Lactose, as knowing things
such as Greek is quite helpful when trying to see a lot of logic in
this life; but yes, this is not necessary to see that while this was
all going on, I was already interacting with lovely ISIS or SCYLLA or
JEHOVAH, as SHE has countless names, and nicknames that she hates,
but still, without this one nickname, lovely SSJKK, the entire plan
you yourself made for me before you built this world and universe and
more, would never have been and no pun intended honestly, carried out
at Cifaloglio by may innocent looking auto-reverse, car radio system
of AM/FM/cassette. And wow, I really did see you the next day as you
told me that I would in that powerful DREAM, over at the
Pleasantville, New Jersey, Rent-A-Center Store, WEEEE. No calls
BX'S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All
I ever wanted is your happiness,
MY, since 1980!!!!
A
man is miserable if his kids are not content;
WHAT
IS HELL?
Thank
you for doing whatever you did, to make things better for a while,
old pal, Mister McDowell. I am sure only Microsucks
Corporation knows what is 'groping on'
Only
a handful of quantum physicists who have no time to learn of me or my
life and read my blogs, would understand them.
Well
Ttttttom Rrrrrreale, I hope you're haaaaaapy withyourself, fucking
mmmmmmme all up!!!!!!!!!!! You sick child molesting
pervert!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
for John Crowley and his towtruck and how he robbed me, I think that
is a wild James Redfield coincidence that his court situation with
the child endangerment charge he received, was March 29, 1997. This
was the day my hyperspace daughter Paula king Junior was born, or in
her case, she insists on her nickname of PEE, the total opposite of
my older who despises when I use the 'postal-nickname', you know as
in 'MAINE, ME'. Oh well, if we were not all so totally different
peeps, this world would be boring as hell real quick, unlike the way
my old pal Bob McDowell put it a lot late in 1972, and I'll quote my
buddy, ''Very interesting'', yes, and let us stay away from all of
their dangerous life altering wormholes up there.
YIP
YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP AND YIPPIR FOLKS; this is going to get
very ugly and very hairy. Miss Blake, if you have not retired from
AT&T and have made a career out of your job there since I knew
you from the year of 1983; well, listen up should be some remote
chance, you too are reading along here. Lions, tigers, bears, or
double tigers, all notwithstanding; Miss Blake was the lady in 1983
at the AT&T Annoyance Caller Bureau, in New Jersey. For over 70
times, one of my creditors from Illinois, where Paula Somnambulist
Kings' folks all hail from in her true name-identity; and this
creditor calls me and a young voice speaks and says, ''YIP''. That is
all, just this. It has gone on now for 4 or more months, and is just
like the winter and spring time in Atco, New Jersey. There would be
no reason for them to do this. They either would be trying to call
and collect their debt from me and leave me normal creditor messages,
or whatever, but they would not be doing this YIP YIP YIP stuff for
four plus months and 70+ times. Now indeed, I came to learn that they
had a malfunction in their computer, and they corrected it, and now
only call me to tell me that I owe them money, which of course I do.
Still, life is a very fascinating old dog, and let me tell you why
and relate it to what happened yesterday here at my building late in
the morning, yesterday, good folks. Just as all the YIP YIP YIP
stopped, so did the fire alarm nonsense right after ?I went down to
check on the situation. As long as I remained up here in my apartment
it would have continued. Now the only peeps who believe this is all
possible, are Professor Kaku and his crew of Quantum Physicists. What
even they do not know and I hope they read me and secretly take some
of my wisdom and carefully examine it with their experiments as time
moves forward, but this is the fact that Einstein brought things into
a clearer view with his space-time, but one more step still is
missing, STM. Bob they're fucking hacking this mouse to fucking
dogshit, sir, FCC, ACLU, FBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me
further explain myself here, dogs and doors all notwithstanding.
All
my life, the shit talked about in quantum books is way more powerful
with me. WHY? Simple! I am more a part of why this entire program of
reality is all here in the first place. Upline from us is an old
woman who remembers me from our childhood, and who has made this
entire simulation, just so this can all happen again, only this time,
she chooses, as GODDESS of this entire program, to move on into this
new life. She forgot our special code, of eighteen
clever girls,
the password for her jacking in and out of this thing, but I remember
it. I also remembered it unconsciously as a man of thirty. If for any
reason, she ever remembers even a spark of any of this while here in
any of her jacked in lives, and uses this pass-code for her computer,
(eighteenclevergirls) without the parenthesis, or three identities
inside of six dimensions; or as Magnesonic/Keyboards From Petahell
uses it as CG-18, with or without any help at all from lovely 12 year
old Queen Elizabeth, and wow few know how gorgeous our great queen
was back then; but yes, great 1984 © Office, this is WHAT IS WRONG,
as well as Jim Burr telling me about Zwonko and his wild inventions,
and then on top of the list, when he told me that something in my
family was after me and trying to do me in, back in the beginning of
1974 and even in the end of 1973, just months after my graduation
from the PC Institute, and became so PC ahead of my time, and without
a single candle, Gene Roddenberry. Now that's 'sayin' something',
rock star BILLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
http://www.billyharner.com/
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
MESSAGE
TO MYSELF IN THE FUTURE, TAKE THE ADVICE OF RODNEY DANGERFIELD THAT
DAY WHEN HE WILL CALL YOUR FRIEND BRAD'S APARTMENT ON THE TELEPHONE,
WHEN 1969 RUNS AROUND AGAIN. STAY AWAY FROM THE SHORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALSO MARK, ''You
exist. Time is pure illusion''
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
I
AM UNDER A HEAVY DEATH SIEGE, PAM BONDI, BLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL,
HELP ME PLEASE.
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