THE MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTER 018

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3

THE MIND DIMENSION,

CHAPTER 018

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MY NABES FROM MOTHER FUCKING HELL ATTACKED ME TODAY, WORSE THAN IN YEARS. THIS WAS THE MOST HORRIBLE SLAM BANG DOOR ASSAULT IN YEARS, PAM BONDI, 'FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL', AND DEBBIE MARATTO 'RESIDENT MANAGER' OF THIS HORRIBLE NIGHTMARE BUILDING.

THIS IS A LEGAL AND BINDING SIGNED ELECTRONICALLY BY ME, DYING EXCITED DECLARATION AND UTTERANCE. WHEN PUBLISHED TO THE PUBLIC INTERNET ON TWO BLOGGING SITES, IT BECOMES SWORN TO AND OFFICIALLY BINDING. IF I AM MAKING THIS UP, AND YOU CAN PROVE IT WITH SURVEILLENCE SYSTEMS, THEN PLEASE, THROW ME IN PRISON FOR THE REST OF MY ROTTEN MISERABLE LIFE, THANK YOU! MARK WAYNE MOHR, INTERNET BLOGGER HANDLE, MOUNTAINPEN, SIGNED!

The assault on me started around half past seven and into eight this morning with loud pounding on a door and loud voices, and then an hour after this absurd and uncouth ruckus all calmed down; it started back up, and all day long into afternoon, slowing just a bit in later afternoon; super super super fucking loud door banging was all around me. It was a living fucking nightmare. Tomorrow Debbie the Resident Manager is scheduled to be in this building, Wednesday. I will be down bright and early in her office, and I plan to break into tears. It will be no act. My health has suffered as a result of this now 2-DAY-DEATH-SIEGE-ATTACK, beginning when I mother fucking exited the PUBLIX GROCERY STORE around a few minutes shy of four, give or take, to a major SKY ATTACK. Then starting at daybreak today, day number two, it was OFF THE DIAL HUGE NEIGHBOR ATTACK for poor old defenseless pathetic pitiful little fragile mother fucking me, President Obama sir, and Mizz Bondi, Florida-AG, ma'am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am playing Morianity through the open line system of my landline telephone, using two phones and the inside wiring, and a connection of heavy rapped wires, coiling around the phone line chord from the computer modem, and the electrical power cord from the computer brick that plugs into the 110-VAC electrical supply. The wiring that is coiled and connecting these two other wires is insulated wire, but rapped hundreds of times to form a magnetic property, and this technology is not understood by even the electrical engineers of this time period, in so far as causing effects out in the outside fuckiGN world, by playing back my cassette taped Morianity from the connected tape deck and mixer system. You'll be seeing air disasters and crashes, earthquakes, wildfires, droughts, storms, twisters, volcanoes, and all such natural disasters go on a major increase, just wait and see. This all began in 1983 and increased in 1985 when I built a larger scale model “MAGNESONIC” machine, that connected through a ten extension system that was all plugged directly into the telephone jack network, including the alien machine, PRIVECODE, from the IMM. With other knowledge that I have procured from visiting hyperspace universes in future times through my doppelganger, not all that different than real users of the ancient Chinese wisdom of the I-Ching, I can cause enough time disruption in a small area, so as to send orbital changes into being, of millions of small space rock, asteroid type of junk that is scattered all over the place in unfathomable abundance. What were harmless trajectories and co-orbital paths, will become deadly potential collisions with this planet. If this hell is not stopped, prepare to face thy doom, ladies and gentlemen!

Obviously, telling all the shit I recently told on blogs, has caused a lot of strikes on me, by the twisted diseased MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-WOMO-MILITUFORCE, AKA, ''THE FAWCES OF MISTER BOXER 1981-1989 HALL'' OF CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY'S GREAT LICORICE PLANT, (M&F COMPANY), of which, without them, there would be no summer day King-Kong-Twizzlers, or yummy CUPI juices, all over one of them, on that great 2009 DVD, and no big-O, my mom doesn't watch your junk, then, or on the Plank-Realm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NOVEMBER 4, 2014,

TUESDAY EVENING AT 5:20,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 76 DEGREES FNHT.

DAILY TEMPERATURE RANGE, (H-80/L-70).

HUMIDITY IS 54%, FEELING 78 DEGREES.

EACH DAY WILL GROW SLIGHTLY HOTTER AGAIN. SEEMS TO CORRESPOND TO THE ASSAULT THAT BEGAN ON MONDAY FUCKING AFTERNOON, YO!

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!

THIS ILLEGAL ACTIVITY IS PLAIN AS DAY, BOTH YESTERDAY AND AGAIN TODAY. LATE SESSION MONDAY AND EARLY SESSION TODAY, NEEDED TO HAVE ME PERSECUTED, TO TURN THINGS AROUND ON DIRT BALL CHEATED CROOKED WALL STREET, AND THIS IS WHY THEY GAIN ON AVERAGE, ON MY BACK, 2-PPDA (POINTS-PER-DAY-AVERAGE). The total average gain is around two and a third points since this nightmare ICPE-APE-TECH has been applied against me in middle August of 1986 when this hell interactive game, all began going to a final death level, for me at least. The one third point in PPDA is normal, and was what the DOW JONES BLUE CHIP STOCKS had been normally averaging since it all started well over a century back in time, without having me to destroy and injure and pummel to death and hell 24-7-365.2422, MIZZ FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL, PAM BONDI, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCC, you know what to do, and who to scan for and who to wipe out and destroy; anyone hurting me and destroying me without cause or justification whatsoever. S—T—O—P!!!!!!!!!!

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