THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT
UPSET THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS;
IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT
HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT,
AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING POWERFUL (GAP)
EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
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MARK
WAYNE MOHR'S FINAL DYING WORDS
CHAPTER
015
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
SSSSSSSOOOOOOO
MISTER ART CRANE, it looks like your Antinass
Club failed me! They always win in the end. Evil always trumps
good now in these days of this global new age. Well, I could cry
about it, or move on and say, “Oh fucking well”. I'll choose
the latter.
Look,
I can go all over the place, to other times and other dimensions,
and so can you, in your sleep and dreams, but without a whole lot
more involved with all of this, we're all just sitting around
pissing into a very powerful fucking headwind. That's a promise.
So
just what was this evental-time-warp of 1987 that you have heard
me make mention of? It when said on a first grade level means that
some force far ahead of all of us right now and in control over
the world completely, persecuted me for knowing a little bit of
stuff that they did not want me to know, and do things they did
not want me to do. But in so doing all of this monster fucking
death siege and harassment against me; I just learned all the more
stuff that they did not want me to know, and kept doing even more
and more things that they did not want me to do. So why then would
a force so much greater and more powerful, already realizing this
paradox situation, then go and choose to wreck and ruin my entire
life, rather than just allow me to get out of all of this, and go
and live a relatively average/normal life, as I wanted to do all
along, and they knew this, if they are so omniscient and all
powerful. This can indeed be put in this quite parochial l way,
but the mystery to the question doesn't lessen any for doing that.
Why
does a gambler who is out of control, destroy a loving family and
lose a lovely home and all worldly goods, to keep handing it all
over to some bookie or some rotten gaming house? He or she knows
better, that is not in question here one tiny bit. But they go on
right as if they did not know better, as if driven or even to use
an old spiritual term, as if totally possessed. Do I believe in
demonic possession? Sure I do, but not the way Christians do. I
believe in the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. The Christians
tell me I need to take my idea of Astral Plane Gods and Goddesses
and just turn that around to angels and demons, to fit their book
that no one can ever prove a thing about. I say, take that book
and make it apply to the days of everyone who reads it. You think
this god of yours is some dumb ass fucking fool, and doesn't know
that only old fashioned words and stories can be used to talk to
old fashioned people? Your GOD ladies and gentlemen is a little
bit disappointed in all of you. Yes, the great Holy words say not
to change it or add or take away to it and from it. Fine, I don't
do this. What I do is pure time translation. This is basically
what the AAT peeps do also, only I was doing this 40 years ago
while Jim Burr scolded, scoffed, and mocked me for it.
AAT-(Ancient Astronaut Theorists).
NOVEMBER
14, 2014,
FRIDAY
NIGHT, AT 8:55,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 64 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY, (H-78/L-58)
HUMIDITY
IS 98%, IT FEELS 63 DEGREES
WINDS
NONE WITH SMALL GUSTING NW UP TO 13 MPH.
The
world is a nightmare place, let me tell you. If you had the
smallest clue revealed to you in ways you couldn't deny you would
go nuts in one hour, I promise!
Jane
Sleaze-witch almost got me. You missed me you evil monster-slapper
you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here
is why I hate the mother fuckiGN holidays so bad. They are always
when the hell around me, whatever it really and truly is, gets ten
times fucking worse. The fourth and last quarter of th year is not
what I look forward to people, not one cunt chewing little bit, I
promise.
I
have unresolved issues with the Copyright Office, with my medical
problems that are life and death serious, with this horrible place
I am forced to live, and with this teasing fucking monster god who
is the devil in disguise, something I feared all along since early
adult-hood.
Every
mother fucking minute of every mother fuckiGN day is hell. They do
not give me one moments peace, AGENT FALCON, AND AGENT CONDOR,
just as you said back in 1988 on WPIX-CHANNEL 11 TELEVISION, in
NYNY! Not one rotten minute.
Most
folks have no clue what it is like to hear top world stuff and
then see it applied word for word, directly to them, as do I. It
does not edify or make one feel like a million bucks, I promise
you. I just makes me want to die and go into oblivion, which of
course, is totally impossible. Then comes the really mind blowing
fucking stuff, kind people, and unkind people too.
Things
that were discussed between the late Mister David Charles Roth and
myself, had more power than a thousand NSA or CIA agencies or for
that matter, anything I know of. We learned spiritual principles
that the BIBLES of the various faiths of this planet, just don't
dare touch on. So those few writings that do, are WRONG, EVIL,
OCCULT, and many other words, some i'm quite sure cuss words, by
those in the established faiths. Dave and I began to see that you
could do more than apply the many biblical priniples, but
actually, come to see these gods as game players, and one can
learn how to use and manipulate many of the teachings. Now to get
one point straight right off, I am not some evil bastard who is
trying to hurt anyone, who does not first have the motive and goal
of destroying totally and completely the life of me. I have a zero
appetite for any innocent fucking blood. My name is mohr, not
Delaney, and I do not own property on the borderline of Westmont
and Haddonfield, in Jersey, back late in the nineteen-sixties.
All this wild huge inflated stock market is all here because of
Mark Mohr and Dave Roth and what we went through together after
meeting up at the Caldor-113 Store as security officers. Science
would not be where it is either, also inflated, where we can
within ten years, ask any Harvard astrophysicist, and don't ever
take me at my word or you're an asshole, but ask them if this is
right or wrong. They will be able to know most of the local part
of this galaxy, where liquid water is and hence life, on what they
call and term, exo-planets. These are the ones orbiting stars that
are much further out and away than our closest star, SOL, or our
bright sun. If I tried to run away and hide from these monsters,
they could find me, there is no where to run to. Even Star Trek,
the next generation, didn't have this much technology. So what is
racing them forward to this incredible pace, them, and the market,
all of it? It is as plain as the nose on
coverup-Project-Bluebook's face, folks. Time Re-Pumping via T3E
activity. Keep going back and keep advancing the pace more and
more, and even though you cannot do it physically, future entities
of hyperspace are indeed amongst us, I am the only one talking out
and of course, those in power wuill never allow me any credibility
to be at all believed. As long as they can endlessly go back and
take profits and use those profits to re-buy more stocks cheaper,
the Dow and all the markets will inflate beyond any logical
reasoning. Most of you are way too fuckign young to realize how
illogical all these ill gotten gains truly are. I said and so did
lovely Mizz S. Orman, the market endlessly goes up and is always
at a higher price at any date decade by decade, but there is the
rate of delta or (change averaged curve) and then there is the
absurd rate of delta, after August 15, 1986. But scientists come
back now, educators, entertainers, you are all as clueless as a
pathetic little three year old who just burned his or her hand on
the fucking stove and is screaming and yelling!
Honest
to the gods, the most pathetic part of all is that I do have the
answer to a mystery that the world needs to understand. They want
to understand. They want to know. And this powerful force has
stopped me for 30 years or so, from getting a soul to listen to
me, and see how I can prove shit that is so wild, it would make
the great Hawking and the great Kaku shit in their pants like
little four year olds into their diapers. So laugh, laugh clowns,
just laugh, but not at me, it is mirror time now, Mister Sidney
Cohen Crown.
I
can't make you believe me about the fucking ESS. But as the year
winds down and twenty-fifteen comes in, shit will fucking begin to
happen that will at least cause a few of you to scratch your heads
and wonder at least, a tiny little fucking bit about this GOD DAM
MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You see, even SARAH KRASSLE
cannot violate the lawtronics of things, and yes, taketh not me ol
word for that, it is totally biblical, shit she cannot do, like
lie or sin or look at sin, and so forth, there is a slew of shit!
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Help
me to guess the name of the guests, my SSJK-TQ.
Hello
lovely orangy moon of the 'ES' SCHOOL. Congrats to you
my pal, MISTER ROKER, on your new
world record from the GUINN-'ESS'!!!! I KNEW YOU HAD IT IN YOU, WOW
AT LEAST OUR MOMS WERE GREAT PEOPLE OF THE OLD SCHOOL, WHO BROUGHT UP
TWO GENTLEMEN. MAYBE I AM A LITTLE BACK SLIDDEN, BUT YOU OF ALL
PEOPLE, KNOW YYYYYYYYYYY, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Oh yes sir, a magical ES
school by day, and an even more magical place by night, and why not?
ES, ESS, hay, laugh at symbology all that you like, folks, sawn you
dudes and duddesses!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
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