JOURNAL
CASSETTE TAPE EQUIVALENT NUMBER 25,751.
It is
a very hot day in this part of Florida and most likely all over most
or all of Florida. The humidity according to the Weather Bug is high
and feels nearer to 90. Me, I feel 90 when it is 50, so I feel 130,
degrees, years, and all things not related to intelligence, there I
feel about 70, very stupid. I have somehow managed to freaking screw
up my life like nobody else on this planet ever has before, and then
some. Oh well, say Levy, in France or Atlantic City, take your
freaking pick!
OH
SHIT~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!
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will give good old Planet Earth one big good plug in all of this, if
it is anything, it is consistent. This is light a constant, or in the
world of mathematics, 'C'. A constant, unlike a variable, as common
sense indicates, is quite helpful to people like myself who learn by
old fashioned hands on rote, just the way we were taught in my day
back in the grammar schools and higher up on th educational food
chain, while the dinosaurs were all roaming the yards out beyond the
recess fields. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
MARCH
22, 2014,
EARLY
SATURDAY EVENING AT 5:00,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 84 DEGREES FNHT.
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
LATE GREAT ATLANTIC CITY JOHN KING, I WILL BE MORE SPECIFIC IF YOU
STAY IN YOUR NICE COZY WHITTLE GRAVE, KIND SIR, POLLUTED WATER,
COMMERCIALS, JETTY'S, POLITICIANS, AND STINKY BUCKETS OF FISH, AND
MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
for reasons eternally unknown to me or Hawking or Einstein, or any of
us; I am supposed to take a hose near the boardwalk, and wash myself
off, even though I will come to my car fully dresses just as I am
right now, JOHN KING, and may not even go to the beach. To this day,
I know both Jesus Christy and John King were trying to tell me a
powerful message with all of this, and without any help from music
and messenger tides!!!!!!!!! Now this very day, if I were to drive
onto the parking lot of the KING DAVID HOTEL, or one of them, owned
by the great and late, mister KING, and he was still here, and this
was all still here, the first thing he might say to me in keeping
with all constants, those discussed often by me as well as Professor
Einstein so long ago; is, ''Mark, you and 'David Cleansman' are
cousins''. Yes, they all know all about me, it is me that they keep
hanging around in the eternal darkness, in an ocean filled with
sodomites and strange songs from 1986, like WOW huh gorgeous Joanna,
and not so gorgeous Daniel Mackey? It really does feel 100 freaking
degrees, even with my air conditioner set at 75, and two large box
fans blowing air and circulating it around the room. Jeese Louise,
SF. That doesn't freaking stand for Sarah/Frank or other air
conditioners and room throwers of higher realms in 1976 nor does it
in any way stand for Frank's Stereo, as you would need to label that
as FMS or SKBMS, the 'M' for MONSTER, and we all know SK stands for
the Almighty luscious Astral TEEN-QUEEN, by the name of SARAH
KRASSLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!
YES,
MISTER
WOW-NDERFUL MACKEY, a definite freaking
W-----O-----W
is most obviously deserved right about here,
sir!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEE. Ever since I added the
TECHNO-TALENT
onto my system with my KEYBOARDS FROM
PETAHELL stuff, on
the 28 day of August, LIFE FOREVER ALTERED
ON A DIME, JUST LIKE IT FUCKING DID FOR
ME BACK IN 1986, AND I AM SUPPOSED TO
SEE A PURE SIMPLE COINCIDENCE TO ALL OF THIS, HUH FOLKS? GIVE ME A
COCK KNOCKING STROKE BREAK WITH AN ELECTRIC SCREW!!!! OK, JOHN KING
and RYAN, and Mister Bonjovi, and anyone else; do you in all honesty
not see a totally and absolutely unmistakable non-coincidental AUGUST
SITUATION here, despite being
separated in freaking time and years, by an incredible 27, and 3 to
the power of 3, as in the wild dream in 1984, given to me by
LIGHTNING HERSELF, telling me and I quote her no verbatim, “27 is
my number, little boy”. To her, I am her little boy, hay, whatever
floats lightning's lovely boat, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! However you
look at it, AUGUST is a major waterloo month for me aniwho, YO!
WHAAAAAAA!
Dow Jones Industrial's price, close of business
Friday,
3 MAY, 2013
14,973.96
+142.38---+0.96%,
and just as I told you GINA!
Nobody
including the mighty AT&T has a copyright on what the DOW JONES
PRICE is and was at Friday close of business, last, May third.
Wordpress is a fantastic wonderful website for bloggers, along with
the greatest of them all, Blogger, but if something has the TM or ®
on it, their software will not print it, so they do not get sued I
suppose, complex copyright laws. Me, I was always led to believe that
it is all about the money as Kevin Tredaux says on TV, and if no
money is made or sought, then why not keep stuff nice and free, like
the exchange of information, WEEEEEEE? If I misspelled your name Kev,
sorry about that Chief, not you Sir Levy, still, MSC did not wish to
give me any good suggestions for properly spelling this, as is the
case so freaking often, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. THE
1988 PROPHET OF NOTHING, IS FULLY AWARE OF THE HYPERSPACE EFFECTS OF
LIVING AS MERE HUMAN FLESH; SO PUT THAT IN YOUR SWITCHED OVER CIGGS,
RYAN. I KNOW SOMETHING WENT DOWN, BUT UNTIL CUZZ DAVID CLEAN HANDS
TELLS ME SOMEDAY, OR HIS PAL THE GREAT DARIUS DEEZEE, I WON'T KNOW.
STILL, I WAS GOOD ENOUGH FOR BOO TO CALL TO BAIL HIM OUT OF COUNTY
JAIL ON ANOTHER ROCK, BACK IN TEN, NOT DOWN TO10, NOT CALLING 10,
AT&T SO HERE ARE A FEW MORE QUEERICROW BEES FOR ALL YOUR LOVELY
BONETS, HAY, DON'T BLAME ME OR HATE ME; BRO; EASTER IS JUST A SHORT
WAYS AWAY IN APRIL SOMEWHERE, AHA!
Well,
it is time for me to prepare my whittle din-din,, without Betty Davis
or her lovely eyes here to stare at. WOW,
poor me, although I don't enjoy roaches put into my
freaking food, sweetie!!!!!!!!!
WATCH
OUT FOR DEVIL NUMBER 666!
Remember if you add 1 plus 2 plus 3 and
keep adding all the way to number 36, we get this wild number of
Apollo-Lucifer. This is Diana's twin brother, and he told me he does
not hate me for loving his sister, but for daring to love another
part of her. I guess it took me so very long to figure out the proper
and correct way to really do what SSJKK wanted me to do back on
12/07/1996, you know; GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, huh Mary Tyler
Moore, green dresses and lawns and all, SHEEEIT!
Well,
the great Weather-Bug
says the humidity has dropped down to 46% and it only feels 2 degrees
higher than the temp, 86. Well, I am boiling hot, and also, 86 is the
number and the year of the AX!
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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Pops!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEIT.
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I
want to thank you my friend Ken Mascara, Sheriff of Saint Lucie
County, you are a wonderful fine gentleman. If you can do anything
today and this weekend for me, to protect me from these Wall Street
dirt bags, my hat would really be off to you, kind sir.
TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ANSWERING
THE QUESTIONS ASKED BY BRAVE SOULS.
Yes
the trillion things that pertain to my past, and boyhood, Misses
Marola, 1969,
and so much more; No
I do not keep track any more;
not
of this, or anything else that is major frikkin' depressing. Who
needs shit that depresses the hell out you??????
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!!!
HERE
I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE. SO
DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED, COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU
FARTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
my pal, Seabottom, I hope you had a lot merrier a holiday than I did,
but as you know from studying me and my blog texts year after year, a
toad in a hot cooking pan is enjoying himself more than I freaking
am. Oh well, why moan and bitch. Still, friend, I hope you do see
that ever since I asked you if you had any of my music and might send
it to me electronically someday, and if you have the Venezuelan
Flower Song from 1980, ALL HELL CUBED BROKE LOOSE ON ME FROM THE
WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES. Yes friend, I do not live in any one time, and I
know you already told me you have none of my stuff. Hang in there old
friend, just as us Huntington's have been doing for a very very very
long INGRID-84-TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU
MISSED ME JANE WHORE, HA-HA-AHA-AHA-AHA MCNULTY SLUT.
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.
HAVE
FUN CLICKING AROUND THE GREAT ALMIGHTY YT!
HERE
I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE. SO
DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED, COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU
FARTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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