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fives above, compensates for a major Jane Dirtball Witchbitch
Sleazeweedsdisease Fonda attack, from a few dam ass minutes ago with
my large digital clock, over my video machine; that I have taken
apart and put together and repaired about ten times now since forever
so it seems, all held together with prayers, spit, and glue; the
great poor person's combination of tools and sweat. The clock is on
top of all of the other shit all piled on top of each other with
bright large LED numbers. Here above was my freaking compensation for
the assault from Jane Mailboats of the frozen ponds.
All
during the night that really was early on the morning of the 26th
day of March, I had another one of my wild recurring dreams where I
am stuck in some transdimensional city that resembles Camden, New
Jersey, never able to escape. I try and try, but I cannot ever get
the hell out of there. It is a very rotten ass experience, believe me
good people.
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WAYNE MOHR--------1980, ALL BLOGS © 2006-2014
The
entity who I have come to call Middie, for MDE or
MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON;has
made me aware of so many things, and the truth is that no human
alive, could handle what I have come to learn and know as a result.
Wicca folks call her ''Triple Goddess'' and I just call her anything
she wants me to. She first identified herself to me in this current
human lifetime, in what you all call a powerful vivid dream, as Sarah
Krassle,
and even going to the trouble of correctly spelling both names, the
first name with the included 'H' as not all girls named Sarah have
this final fifth letter, and she also spelled her last name, very
carefully and distinctly, so that I could not miss it and would
always remember it for the remainder of my entire human life. Just as
with the old school and party game known as BROKEN TELEPHONE, you can
see how easy things get changed over time, one person telling a srory
down to the next one. For example, her full name is Sarah Stacey
Jehovah Krassle, but look at how my commenter spelled these names,
yet they spelled Callio correctly, along with Kennedy, Mariah, Trump,
no one else was misspelled, just the great goddess SSJKK. View
carefully off the cut and pasted WFMU comment from my CRACKPOTS PAGE
back when these blogs all began, and that I had absolutely nothing to
do with.
WFMU’s Beware of the Blog
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.
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.
This
fella is MOST DEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him
for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed
and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on
end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named
Sarah Krassel, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess
Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in
conjunction with the Carey family (Mariah and them), in conjunction
with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to
kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate
air space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life
gaurds and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him
off-gaurd. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL
now, but still believes they’re out there. You can google
“MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his latest blogs.
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16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
Now
you may think this is totally unimportant
in the grand scheme of things, but
it is far from that.
All the names are spelled totally right, other than for for word
KRASSLE being spelled KRASSEL, and STACEY being spelled without the
'E' letter, STACY. It is honest to the gods amazing that the name
'SARAH' managed to keep her final fifth 'H' letter. This is not being
done intentionally, but it does have a power behind it, the same one
that has caused some very interesting typographical errors on many of
my own blog works through more than eight years of these blogs now.
You need to have this otherwise invisible truth, brought closer to
your attention; as viewers, and readers, of my Morianity. Everything
counts, all things have reasons, and nothing ever just happens. You
can choose to really believe that lie, as it makes traveling along
life's many pathways mush less daunting and way more easy most of the
time. But you are traveling with your gold and your jewelry and all
the rest of it, but are leaving behind what has eternal value even
now while you live physically, DEEPER TRUTHS to why you, as well as
all others, are here, and what's behind it all.
Very
soon I will type just three stories chosen randomly out of 300+ that
I could have chosen. In these stories will be a totally undeniable
proof that these things going on all these years are all connected
into one thing, and it is all organized, and it is bigger than
anything yet heard on any movie or news broadcast. But if you are not
looking for the monster that is hiding under the cabinet, you won't
see anything, so you'll need to keep a very open mind, a very sharp
set of eyes, and an astute level of concentration when you go over
these writings that soon will be coming. I cannot promise if this can
began on my next blog or down the road a month or more. Life just
throws us all way too many curve balls and you all know that unless
you're either age 3, 100% an imbecile, or more stubborn than a
cemented mule.
Remember
also folks, if you go off course by inches an one minute in angle,
and go to cross a small stream, that's one thing. You will not end up
any worse for wear. But cross the ocean off course like that, and
instead of landing near some seaport in England, you could very well
find yourself up in Norway or any other off the mark spot. Given
time, being off the truth about any major item, causes the eventual
total collapse of the real reality and meaning of what was originally
intended and plotted, just like a ship's course. You need not confirm
this or speak to anyone, you know deep down these words are totally
the truth, unless you really were born last summer time somewhere,
and with plenty of brain damage as well, my people.
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MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2014
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The
very first time that some one violated the civil rights of my mother
and me while we shared a place together in Cinnaminson, New Jersey,
on Highland Avenue; was when a bedroom chandelier was loosened while
no one was home, and it came crashing down before I got home from
Petty's Island at my security guard job late in 1984 somewhere, and
after my mom had left for her job, as she walked u to Route 130 to
catch a bus that headed into Philadelphia and to her job at a world
class shipping company. Well to quantify that even greater, this was
the first time that damage was done and even our lives were placed in
danger, as if this had fallen down on anyone's head, this heavy item
could have quite fucking easily offed somebody. Before this, at 506
Robin Hill, a strange man was not authorized to be in out apartment
the day we were moving in. He was not installing anything or doing
anything regarding cable TV service, but bugging the place up. Before
that, in Atco, on Norris Avenue, I went to see my eye doctor and
Orthokeratolist, a seventies practice no longer used and replaced
with laser-scopic procedures that allow folks with many vision
problems, to see relatively well again out of their own eyes with no
need for the aid of contact lenses or eye glasses to be worn. But
this man in Narberth, Pennsylvania just a couple miles from my Uncle
Stuart and Aunt Gerry's place at 1208 Greentree Lane; was performing
my eye exam while I was miles from Atco, New Jersey and home, and the
feds had time to somehow get onto my phone. I had a tape running
that they did not seem to know or care would run when they were doing
whatever it was that they were doing. I could hear these two federal
agents wire-taping my lines and even discussing my automobile that
was not there at the time as I was over in Narberth, at my doctor's
office back in this spring time in 1983. In no time, things began
happening over the next three years, and then came that powerful
abduction into that major August 15, 1986 dream that seemed to be a
real live 5 month visit totally awake some place else, some place
parallel to this place, here, but not here. When I came out of this
and awakened, life forever altered for me, and never ever went back
anywhere even close to being freaking normal. These are all
yesterdays news stories here at Morianity, but these things need to
not ever be forgotten, as I begin now to bring new stuff into the
mix. As this all continues to move forward, things are going to begin
to happen over the next year, many things, and as they do, some few
with some brain cells still operating, are going to say to
themselves, oh yeah, that little shit head Mountainpen said this was
all just around the corner and here the hell it is.
Some
have accused me of making a really big deal out of an ordinary
family. TAWF
is not an ordinary family. I don't say this because one became
President, another became Governor, and still another became Mayor of
a world renown resort city, and yet another became the number one
female pop diva of all time, and on I could go believe me. I don't
say this because of the incredible powerful and virtually
unexplainable stuff that I witnessed them doing to me and others
around me on numerous occasions. I say this because of ALL OF THE
ABOVE, and a lot more. I don't make my accusations lightly. You don't
go saying stuff about peeps this powerful unless you know for a fact
that there is so much smoke and fire all over this, that it would be
capable of lighting a bond-fire 100 square miles around and with ten
miles of high shooting flames. I know what I have seen, I know what
has happened, I know what I know, and to many things concerning
this,I am still to this very day left in amazing and awesome wonder
and splendor, left to only marvel at just who all these twisted folks
truly are, and what they could possibly want with me. I do know, they
want something, and there is simply no doubt whatsoever about that,
but are in no hurry at all to let me in on any of their freaking
shit.
Well
in any event no matter who did what and why and a million times more,
I am holding no grudges, beyond cursing out the scum bags who hurt me
here and there each day. Other than that, they have their own selves
to face as they lay dying someday, and we all go the way of all
flesh, I promise you that much here and now. I want nothing at all to
do with any of them. I am tired of their games such as the other week
with that tape they took over and donated to the GOOD WILL, knowing
fully well, I would stand an excellent chance of ending up with it
since I go there to purchase any blank VHS tapes they may have each
week, along with a couple movie tapes. I know I never explained this
tape, but that does not mean I will not be explaining it, there is
way too much not to tell, good folks. You basically have left a
toddler alone in a candy store with low display cases and open lids.
I have no intention of not telling major things. Still, no matter how
much my older daughter has come to hate me, I always will love her,
and hold no resentments about anything, as none of this is her fault
when you really think through all of the hell that she had to endure
and suffer through during the first years of her life. I hope your
44th
birthday today is happy, and brings you all the things that you could
ever want in this life. If I can know you are happy, and forgive me
for the day of the dog-walking and also for my attitude about the EW
in general, it would mean the world to me. You do not have to forgive
me, but I am always going to be an optimist and hope that you will.
Remember how badly all your friends hurt me long ago while you were
in recess yards playing dodge-ball? Have a great birthday, I am
always one of you r biggest fans, and will be right up to the day I
leave this veil of hellish
tears!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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MY
OTHER 5 BLOGS, ENJOY THEM whenever you get a spare bit of time, they
all tie into this newest blog that began in early December or
thereabout in the year 2011.
OH
BABY I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO, AND PRECIOUS I NEED YOUR
CODES TO SHOW, 1-2-3.
WELL
PEOPLE, I AM TOTALLY BUSHED. IT IS 13 PAST 3 NOW, NICE AND COOL
OUTSIDE, AND TIME FOR ME TO CRASH OUT OF THE BODY FOR A WHILE.
WEEEEEEEE. I DO WANT TO THANK THE WONDERFUL WETV CABLE STATION FOR
PUTTING MY FAVE SHOW BACK ON, WE ALL LLOVE IT, AND THANKS FOR THE ALL
NIGHTER YESTERDAY. I DON'T FORGET MY FRIENDS, OR MY ENEMIES. THANK
YOU AGAIN, AND MAY THE GODDESS BE WITH YOU, AS IF SHE IS, YOU HAVE IT
MADE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MIDDIE
ISISCYLLA HAS REVEALED TO ME, A MAJOR PIECE OF WISDOM; THAT MY MIND
COULD NOT HAVE COME TO PRODUCE, WITHOUT HER GREAT HELP!!!!!!!!!!!
No
human being told me this, any more than any human being gave Saint
Peter while still wearing his coat of flesh, the answer to a question
posed to him by the great Master and Messiah, Jesus Carpenter, the
CHRIST. It came with no bright flash, no loud bang, no wild physical
feeling within my body, but it came nonetheless, kapow, and so I am
here typing this blog as a direct result, instead of just about being
ready to retire into a cozy bed for the night. Hay the bed can wait,
right Emit Cigs?
This
entire computer nonsense is for the birds. Folks want to remain way
to secretive, and to me, it is silly and stupid, like we are all 6
year olds playing spies and agents. This is not James Bond, this is a
real world, or is it really an incredible simulation from Sarah
Krassle's computer as I said all along for decades???????? They don't
all laugh at me so loudly, Professor Kaku and Hawking, old pals.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!! Why
did I begin playing with voices and tape recorders? Because I too
liked games and fun stuff, but I was a freaking 17 year old kid and
decided to grow up in a couple more years and live in a real world as
a freaking adult. What if all this time, I am still that boy, just
dreaming this entire life went by, AGAIN, I am never old, I am never
young, I just keep circulating around like a pathetic washing
machine, only never getting better or cleaner, just dizzier and more
pathetic. Where are you Rodney Dangerfield, in your
caddy-shack???????? That does me lots of good, old buddy. Does this
get a 'WOW'?????
Powerful
forces are surrounding me. They do not have to throw me up on walls
and into high mounted air conditioning units such as was done to me
in my mom's apartment in 1976. Go wash your hands in Smithtown and
Oyster Creek, David.
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