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CHAPTER 00033***
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
OCTOBER
4, 2014,
SATURDAY
NIGHT AT 9:33,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 74 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 91%, FEELS 74
I
was out on a couple of small errands this afternoon. Nothing to
write home about, not that I would. Come to think of it, where is
home. As I already knew yet was told by Elder Hair of the great
Mormon Church back in 1988, “I am in eternity, with GOD. I add
the 'ESS'. But then, not to be too funny folks; I am one person
who needs never add the ESS. See the endless humor in my messed up
life straight from hell?
People,
I have been beaten up ninety nine ways back from turd swallowing
Sunday, and just do not feel like talking for a while. I talk,
they strike, and I end up real badly injured, and I am tired of
this, and can do nothing to stop it, technically. This world, its
closest star, all of it, was not programmed to do what it is now
doing. Without speaking in a full five dimensional mind set with
you, it is hard to find proper words. Still, let me try. There are
a lot of places in very localized hyperspace where things were
meant to be completely wiped out as far as human dreaming on
Planet Earth, between 1962 and 2011. This does not mean it has to
happen here, but the odds were pretty good that all of this would
be gone inside of this window, and now the new window is as Dock
Goldberg knows so perfectly well, about 3000 years away. If this
fails to end the Astral Dreamers down to here, then it will remain
until the next window that is pretty much the ultimate deal, in a
few billion years. Most likely, the technology of star-recharge or
a reverse fusion reactatron technology, will also make this window
quite worthless. The window past that one is hyperspheric in
nature. There is no getting past it, as a wheel goes around no
matter what, and all that window procrastination points can ever
do is enlarge the circle to its max which is the size of its
mirror imaged self, as we live inside a simulation that is a true
hypersphere. Some Quantum Physicists think that this is breakable
as well, and have some cool and wild theories on doing so, as
hell, we have plenty of time to figure out the impossible. But
the illusion that is bigger than all of these great people of
science still prevails, as the truth equals what it is either way,
as when all the forks are put away in the drawer, the same dishes
need to be put away as well. We exist at a dimensionless point.
This is not one times ten to the negative exponent nine
vigintillion hyper-powered, but negatively multiplied by infinity,
as this is the void, and this is all that is real, ever can be
real, and ever was real. Whatever we do as a group of dream-downed
subatomic or Astral dreamers, it is unreal, it is dream fabric,
how can something come from nothing, and the answer is clear to
anyone who is searching, IT CANNOT, it must therefore all be
dreamed. So learning to fix the dream is the ultimate technology,
as no matter what, we exist, simply exist, at the void zero
dimensional infinity as CIA, the real CIA, or the collective I-AM,
to make it sound biblical.
I
INDEED COME FROM A PLACE OF PERSONAL EXPERIENCE, with all of this,
so my story should be given a higher level of study. However, just
as all other things are always doomed to fail that I ever can
possibly try and undertake, this blog also is a complete failure.
Why is simple. I am trying to make real, what is not, just as all
of you are doing, but I KNOW BETTER. I remember trying to explain
this on the most basic possible level to my mother many a year
ago, and that too was PROJECT-FAILURE!
The
key to knowing who totally is part of the endless problem and
never solution, is in recognizing a mentality where for example,
the RIAA insists on being. Even with all the beat machines and
keyboards and samplers, the truth of taking ?MUSIC for what it
really is, and allowing any soul to create it precisely to his or
her pleasure, is frowned on. This is how I know those who own the
Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA), know totally
that we all are in this void and dreaming out and away from it,
and do not wish to further make things out of whole cloth. Oh I am
not saying this is on some level of human type of
consciousness/awareness, but it is the same reality, nonetheless.
So why was 1802, 1980, and KFP, and RPLO, and so much more, all
set up like cosmic jig saw pieces, waiting for me to enter the
game? When someone tells me they have my back after the major
freakng fallout that will result if and when I ever tell this bear
hug of a whopper story; well, that is when I'll tell it, and not
one dam minute before, Admiral Spockwhales
Hicks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I see words too, lovely lady, only I see
more than words, I see infinity for what it is, with no help from
world banking systems, or traveling carpenters with messages,
whoever they might be in this vast galactic mass of crap.
The
sixties band, the 'BEACHBOYS' had a song early in their career,
without getting into Mark Princeton Minor or other great young
travelers; called, “Be True to Your School”. The reason there
is no 'LFLD' thin going on with this, is because of complicated
crap in hyperspace, as many have maybe guessed, maybe not, who can
ever know, right FCC Bob? Still, old Ice-Age Raynor was a royal
pain in my ass, remember that shit head, buddy? Still, it is more
along Dan Mackey and what he knew about the locker room in the
gymnasium. He would have killed me you know, if I had not
relinquished to him that tape of him talking to that other unnamed
person regarding all of this lovely stuff. Well from Fort Pierce
to Fort Wayne, I bid you a friendly hay there, old pal!
As
most know who follow me, Friday's DOW JONES shot up like a
missile, after being in the toilet for a short while. Let me post
Friday's chart, that will be good and current until half past nine
on Monday morning, when the leprechaun's do their magic, maitees,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”, from Dogtown, to Sahasra Dal Kanwal. Well, I
will, or really I did, or more really, time is not even in the
mix, and there is no proper tense to place these words and terms
in, sahwee peeps! Again
Mashell Daniels, I am entitled as I am the only dog in the great
city, in the final days of June and into the first third of July,
back in 1970, or in 1770, or in 2270, or in 22 million and
seventy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Stick that up your dam DOW JONES!
Hello,
alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am
ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal
Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJK.
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
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SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0416
KING
NEBNOOSHOO ON A FRIDAY MORNING, ONLY NOW IT'S 29 MONTHS LATER!
BLOG
SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“NO
AQUARIUMS, TUESDAYS, OR SUICIDE CARRIER BOMBERS”
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2299 SBT DATFILE:
CH-0416-050412.148
(MAY 4, 2012)
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR OF HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
Yes,
there are new harassment's given to me over the past 15 months give
or take, and never back in New Jersey, only here in Florida. It's
only a matter of time before major PC commences since this does not
want to mother flaking back off. The exploratrons have taken the
neighbor visitation, and just simply freaking moved it up to the sky
pilots, and into the peeps dreaming they are in charge of
communications, still, CAN YOU HELP ME A LITTLE BIT HERE, OLD BUDDY,
MISTER MCDOWELL FROM THE EARLY SEVENTIES IN HNJUSA? Tanks!!!!!!!!!
Will you ever forget old Dan Mackey, well 25 was old to us then, WOW,
are things relative. He used to say, someday you'd grow up and be a
man. Man, and not only that but the Chairman of the Board of the FCC.
How many Robert McDowell's moved to Fort Wayne, Indiana in late 1973,
YO?
Folks,
I am not going to tell you what played out this weekend, it is safer
that I know and that you don't know details. I am just glad I am not
ashes over in that house across from me, Mister
McDowell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!!
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