The
only reason you keep seeing that weird school in the next town
over to my south, on these blogs, on my blog, is simple. By
posting and then typing at the bottom part, it widens the
appearance of my blogs so they look nicer on a blog website, at
least on the main one I have used now since early in January of
2006, BLOGGER DOT COM. So I do not post this up frivolously, I
promise you all that right here and now.
It
is a public image and anyone can download 'THE
WEATHER BUG' system, and click around; and even scan an
entire day, every day with the little prompts on their site, at
each image. So if some fucking perv is looking at kids or
whatever, that is on them. I just wanted to make a nicer full page
blog, and no one tells me one fuckiGN thing and never ever did, or
will, so it fuckiGN seems, so screw everybody. Just
as with my KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL (KFP), I am forced to
mess around and try shit and experiment, and then finally, boom,
something fucking ass pops,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Every
time I falsely think to myself that nothing new that is off the scale
bizarre, can happen to me, I am greeted with rude awakenings. The
only thing more outlandish would be for me to think that thought
again sometime, and then have this not come to pass, all over again.
Even reverse logic is logic, Nemoy Spock!
“The
Christ Android”. One big bang, huh Elcapitan Picard Dulegender
Planetstrand? SHEEEEEEEEIT, If anyone on Planet Earth knows, and has
the fucking ability to verify my true story, ALL OF IT; it is the GAP
UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE,
'DOWN' IN WASHINGTON, DC-13-600, MY BRO!!!
My
entire sixty year life, reminds me exactly of the story told on the
internet, as well as on many BERMUDA
TRIANGLE DOCUMENTARIES; where the radio station talk show
host, suddenly had been commandeered,
'equipment-wise'; by those calling themselves, and I QUOTE;
THE GAP {{{(((“MILLIONTH-COUNCIL”)))}}}. WHAAAAAAAAA!
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
POWERFUL (GAP-ESS) EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
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The problem I
will always have with all of this shit is the evental-time-warp of
1987, and my pal David. If they did not want all this to happen,
they should have just allowed me to live a normal life, which is
all I ever wanted to fucking do in the first place, not be here
trying to create the one and only religion for an entire
millennium. It is these paradoxes and philosophical conundrums
that just don't cut it in the making sense department, and I'll be
the fucking first dude at the gate holding up a huge sign saying
just that! The most powerful part of all of this as well as
anything ever written by me on any blog, makes this evental
continuum movie from the early sixties or late fifties somewhere,
mixed into all of this, all pale by any possible comparison. Allow
me a brief chance to explain myself to you, pweeeeeeeze! TANKS!
JANUARY
26, 2015,
MONDAY
EVENING AT 6:56,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 67 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 44%, AND FEELING 66.
RANGE
TODAY IS (H-72/L-46)
Again
Mashell Daniels, I am entitled to it; but all of this, and
multiplied by twenty nine octillion, is still just MY
PERSONAL OPINION.
Thank you for allowing this, OH GREAT ONE!
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.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2015.
Now
great peeps, evental continuum's are my own way of saying that if
something causes something, this process is not going to stop at
one item. If you change the number 10 to the number 35, any other
digit you add or subtract or divide or multiply by that changed
number will be different, and any other digit mathematically
functioned again and again to follow, will endlessly be different.
Yes, the process is repairable, IF YOU KNOW what to do as a result
of being able to see what happened. With me, I need to know
exactly what happened in some mother fucking parallel universe on
the night of August 15, 1986. This is my need-2-know (R.E.)
pronounced non abbreviated, as REPAIR-EQUATION. By the way, Bob
McDowell, major fucking computer hacking just began about a minute
or two back and it is now 7:08 PM on 1-26-2015, for the record and
for your personal FCC files, YO! If I could be taken to a locale
on the sixth dimension where this MIND REALM simply IS, I would be
able to see it and then be able to repair it. It is not a simple
math problem but I am going to show you an example so at least you
will get a tiny idea of what I'm trying to talk to you about, lads
and lassies.
Originally
I went to bed and fell asleep on a bed in my bedroom in a rented
home in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, NJ, USA, and we will call this
for equations-sake, number 1986. Somehow, events that are all
subatomic numbers if broken down into absolute smallest JAS, or
just-above-singularities, as today's scientists would identify
with, and this is why, in example only, we are saying that the
number-equivalent to my doing that simple step of going to bed
that night and entering a parallel universe or having the most
incredible dream of my entire life; is equal to 1986. I should
have awakened to, for pure sake of example, 1987, but instead,
awakened to 1982. Now these numbers are not years, just made up
hypothetical over simplified equivalents to the smallest possible
particles in plank reality when converted by M=E/C-SQ. Naturally I
didn't catch this or know this, and went along this new life
timeline without a clue, and even if I had known, just what would
have been my remedy? So again, in super over-simplification, I
went through the day's events afterwards, and let us say these
events were (+3) and then (X14), and then (+8) and then (divided
by 7)? Then on the next day I went through (X6) and then (-124)
and then (divided by 9)? Just these functions with the number 1987
are going to wind me up to a completely different number than if I
was using 1985. Now this is like over simplifying by a trillion
trillion trillion, and yet I won't bore you with something even
that tedious, so let us keep it even simpler, so long as you get
the idea. How about one day following, is just X8 and +249? Then
the day after is the same thing again, X8 and +249? Well 1987
times 8 plus 249 is equal to 16,145. From this point, all next day
functions will be based on this number, and it does not matter how
big the number grows. But taking the alternate number of 1985, and
we get 16, 129. If I could have known these details at the end of
day two that followed the August 15, 1986 incident, I would have
been able to see my cosmic number was too high by 16, and all I
needed to do in order to restore order, would be when one of my
functions on day 3 following, was for example, (-116), I would
compensate by only subtracting 100, or making it go to (-100).
Then the order is equalized and no matter what, after that, what
would happen would be the same. Otherwise, all that can ever
result is to get endlessly further away as time continues moving
forward. It's no different than saying, Christmas was 30 days away
about a month ago, and when it's two months after Christmas, about
60 days will be in-between now and back on Christmas. But the
complexity is that this is just a silly example. First, when major
dreaming effects or makes alterations back in waking life, some of
it is perfectly tolerable. Some is not. What happened with me that
fateful night, obviously was not. But who was around to tell me
this back then, Saint Peter, the Pope, you?
I
only thought the experience was wild with Jerry Heitzmann back
over the weekend. It paled next to today. It amazes me that the
world did not come crashing down all over me like a 3-Stooge show
room where they get 100 people all throwing pies at each other. I
won't tell the details, but it was not so much the characters or
the events but a third deal that was all part of it, and this I'll
get a little bit into. I was inside a doppelganger of me where
things would happen that seemed totally real and normal in various
hyperspace ways; yet each time something concluded, the characters
all vanished as if we all were making some weird SYFY movie. One
of the scenes played out where my once recording engineer Ryan
from Avalon Studio, was right here in my apartment, and I was
telling him how much I was disappointed in th e way that things
all turned out. I remember being elated that at least I could get
the matter settled. Then bang, he was just gone, and a voice
inside my mind said, Who are you talking to; he was never there?
Then I had this keep happening over and over, but could not retain
a memory until the same voice said this each time to me after the
scene would vanish away. At the very end, I did something that I
don't wish to share right now, maybe later, we will see. It is
pertinent to my story, but I am n ot sure I am safe to say it in a
blog without having negative shit result or Milituforce punishment
as I used to call it.
“SOME
HIDDEN REASONS FOR THE HIDDEN STUFF”
WORLD
LABORATORIES ® OF 2293
SEND-BACK-TEXT-STM-DATFILE:
SUNDAY AFTERNOON,
CH-0619-CYNR20-110412.558
©
2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR URL'S
Folks,
in case you are interested in the occult, and the paranormal, or
esoteric; the first thing you need to know and be told, is that
the word 'OCCULT' actually means
'HIDDEN'. That is all it means, there are no other
parts to this word. It could be totally and completely substituted
by the word, HIDDEN, at any point. It is the very same exact deal.
Now that this is out of the way, I want to tell what I personally
know about just why certain things in this 'life', are in fact,
HIDDEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It may not be what you
will expect to hear and read, and you may not agree with me; but I
only print what I know to be true, or else, I will say, well
folks, this may be true, and this is what I was told, such as
yesterday when I told a real whopper, but I have every reason not
to doubt the validity of the man who told me, or his incredible
computer skills as a major WH Hacker. This takes us into a
terrific example of why things are hidden. Just humor me people,
can you do that lousy little thing for me for about five fucking
minutes, to quote Sidney Cohen Crown back in the fall of 1969 on
Haddon Avenue, Shorty MacInvondi???????????????????? Can you right
off the top of your head, see why something like this is not going
to be as easy to prove as 1-2-3, Diana Jackson? Give me a break.
Not everything is going to be a fucking day at the dam beach
people, crissake man. If life was meant to be easy, we all would
have big buttons all over us with the word, STAPLES printed all
over them. When my mother asked Nixon's great hatchet man, the
great and now late, Chuck Colson, to help her son out of a big
mess, and imploring him as another born-again-Christian, as was my
mother, and there never was any doubt about that, Miss Chillie
McKinnon, despite her being, as all Christians, quite far from
perfect angels; Mister Colson told my mom, that there was
absolutely nothing that can be done; reminding me a bit of early
1984, and a strange transdimensional throat specialist in
Northeast Philadelphia, who phoned my mom at her Lavino Shipping
Office, to tell her, that my throat is not my problem, and it
wasn't, my problem was and is, a lot bigger than my fucking ass
throat, and the total power and truths behind all of this, remain
to this very day, completely and fully HIDDEN, or occult. Have it
any way you want, in or out of the Burger KING. The Project
Bluebook that was set up to study the UFO phenomenon in
the forties, closed up and no longer accepted any kind of public
interaction one day. Whether or not outer worldly crafts or aliens
or some threat out beyond exists or does not exist, is not the
situation, no matter how you might wish to disagree with me. The
situation is that one day, the entire deal was decided to be
classified and HIDDEN from the citizenry. I know for a fact that
nothing is real. You can make anything real or unreal. This is
what really is being HIDDEN, and the Bluebookers KNOW IT ALL
REAL FRIKKIN WELL!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, besides wondering who is
cheating who, and what else is going on in the world of country
music, as if I could give a squat and a half on my best of days;
the real shit is that there are reasons why the hidden, is being
hidden, and not all of it will be told today, and yes, I am
opening up a door on this blog, just a door; and it will all lead
out into one hell of a hallway, and into many other rooms, at
later times, and on other blogs, as time marches along. All I am
willing to impart directly for right now, is that humankind is
inside a powerful series of reversals. We all live in a world that
is literally in a backward or inverted system of some sort, right
down to our fear of extinction, which is a heaven, and all though
none of you can understand or decode these words and this message
properly right now; I speak the truth. Religion is the main thing
behind the hiding of secrets or hidden stuff. But what is
religion? It is a way to reduce the built in fear of extinction in
the collective conscious mind of humanity. The real truth would
set us free of one major fear, and go onto open a Pandora's Box,
of a new horror that literally is a vigintillion or so times worse
than the concept of death and the end of shit. These truths are
scattered all throughout MORIANITY and my blogs for nearly seven
dam years now, and we need not drudge up all this shit right now.
For right now, just know, that there is no accurate way for anyone
of you out here to determine that legitimacy or accuracy or value
of anything that you come across such as my blogs for one example,
based on anything that you have used your entire life to base your
decisions and conclusions on, thus far. Just because I do not post
up stuff that gets eighty million hits in 200 hours does not mean
a thing. If it did, a lot of stuff that gets exposure like it's
going out of style, would be changing the world, and no offense,
but I doubt that all of the two faced cats, and all the crying
little girls, and all the Justin Beiber videos all combined; will
ever make a tiny dent in that department, other than many folks
seeing it and hearing it, and moving on to the next day. What
Morianity knows, is what built this entire universe you live in,
and why, and who, and when and where, and a million other things;
but it is being hidden. Many truths are hidden, and the
reasons for this are also being hidden, and this is hopefully
beginning to add a little new light and dimension into an old
query of the great Y's of the world forever. Just Y is this all
happening? Well, you may want to look me up and shoot me after I
say this, but I am saying it now anyway. The seven years of my
blogs tell the entire answer of this great Y. Can it ever
be decoded by humanity? Well, that is another HIDDEN question, I
suppose. Will my ex-coworker, Mister Sat Nurine, ever go back and
drive that wild bus that makes electric cart wide angle turns?
Whether he does or does not, why would he say what was in my
'dream' for no reason? Why a million trillion quintillion other
things for that matter? Is this all hidden, and being hidden, and
is the answer to that query, also hidden? Some discuss a cosmic
code and say that the entire cosmos is basically a digital
computer, working out its own equations and becoming self aware,
by creating the element of carbon, or us or what lead to us in the
present state of evolving biological process. If this is true, or
untrue, it remains a query still, and the answer thus is hidden.
Learn to appreciate the occult folks, it is just the HIDDEN, and
we all seem to wonder and gaze our thoughts towards this magical
world of the unexplainable. If this was not true, the author of
the Harry Potter books would be my coworker over at the Tea and
Crumpet Shop of London. Many folks wonder stuff when it is not
even a needed thing to do, as nothing in their life really
warrants such curiosity. So taking this fact into consideration
folks, see how I must feel after 1969 came and went, and I went
through so many wild and unexplained mysterious things, way too
lengthy to ever ever ever all be properly told and blogged in the
full nth degree and detail. 90+% of folks on the internet, who are
surfing through the wild esoteric postings, such as just a hand
picked few that I have posted onto these blogs as a random quick
example of my point; have no real reason to even be doing it,
other than the Harry Potter Syndrome, as we can think of this for
now. Now I on the other hand, to quote my wicked friend from long
ago, Mister Jim Burr; of Merrysharkville-Gloucester, New Jersey,
USAESMWG; have indisputable evidence all around me, 24/7, that I
am not here in the way that others are in this world; and that
something beyond conceivable is going on all around me, and always
has, and seemingly, always will be. Denying it would be plain ass
stupid, and would be sort of like after a big kid punches a little
kid real hard, and he wants to be macho in front of a recess yard
full of his friends; and so he keeps saying that it didn't hurt,
until the big kid finally ends up knocking the little kid totally
out, like a busted light-bulb. There was an even bigger point to
this, that has been ETOSS-HACKED out of my mind, along with
the great Tracy Ullman of a recent blog. When I remember it again,
I will come back and do a reconnect, with or without the love. Let
me finish out my simple point that at a later time can and will be
expanded and elucidated upon, the hidden being hidden, sort of
like children having children, only without the disgusting-ness of
that situation.
Secrets
are not usually a good thing. They have more harmful potential
energy locked within their total realities than they ever could
have positive or good. Some are necessary however. If we told our
enemies all of our secrets, the USA would not be a super power by
the next sunrise. I fully understand and concur with the way stuff
like this is handled, as I said, some secrets are very needed
items. You cannot torture a person sufficiently to make them tell
what they do not know. All military systems that are worth a
penny, operate in this way, on a 'need-2-know basis', to quote my
father, a loyal Lieutenant Commander in the United States Navy,
during World War II. Then there are other secrets that are only
kept to keep those who feel more powerful or better than others,
in their place. Again, I can relate so personally to how secrets
when used against you, can be beyond mother fucking devastating.
There was a presidential candidate during the race in 1972 with
Nixon, involving a man by the name of Muskie, if I am spelling his
sir name correctly, and I may or may not be. He had a few
emotional problems in his life, and had sought out some
professional psychiatric help. To this very day, the stigma of not
being able to totally control ones mental condition to the
standards of the society in which they live, wrecks and destroys
that person in most cases. This man's political career was totally
wiped out when the fucking miserable jerk off press stumbled onto
the hidden secret of this man's past. They ran with that famous
political football of what would happen if Russia suddenly invaded
us at two in the morning; would he have a total nervous breakdown,
and end up in the non-musicians sike ward for US Presidents, just
when we need a leader to be there for us? Hay, all I know is that
this shit cost me a daughter, and I will be angry about this for
the rest of my mother fucking life, with or without any
presidential campaigns, or crying little girls, hay, maybe that is
why I was crying one day at age one, all though I think it was
when my dam mother dropped me in the street when she fall down
right outside her home at 440 South 50th Street, in
West Philly. Folks, I am so pissed fucking off right now at this
world, that nobody has a full idea of how lucky everyone is that
the entire galaxy does not implode into a super electron in the
next hour. You all have no dam idea!
Yes
people, I needed to tell you this, right now, today, this very
hour, and for reasons that it is only important that I understand.
If I felt that you the reader needed to know the details, I would
supply them, I promise. When our parents used to tell us old fucks
like me, before a whipping, that this was going to hurt them a lot
more than it will hurt us, we all knew that was the epitome of
lies, but when they would tell us that we do not always need to
understand, merely to obey, like it or not; it was the epitome of
truths. We simply do not always need to know all of the stuff, but
I feel that one powerful thing does in fact need to get told and
this blog will tell it, and then sign off, for the day, baring or
really, bot-baring any unforeseen catastrophe or calamity striking
me at C-SQ. The 4th subtitle tells the deal, straight
up and out, I want to give you just what I know about the topic of
why the hidden is hidden, and so I will venture now to do
this, L-4,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In
one of my dream scenes where folks all vanished after all was said
and done, I was telling someone about my SAFE JOURNAL BLOGS from
2012 shortly after posting my song lyrics up of the re-write from
the old 1983 'GITYA' tune. My conscious mind in this universe
totally forgot, but I was saying how CH.-619 and then CH.-621 were
in my 'Open Office' documents, but number 620 was missing. Sure
enough, like that chain in 1969, SJ-CH.-620 is indeed missing.
Maybe the chapter-620 and the 1969 chain aren't missing, but
''HIDDEN'', Russell Thaxton! Or maybe, like my soul, it is
eternally burning, Mister President NON-JULIA and Antichrist
Nicholae. Yes, you go, oh great Crouch family. Meanwhile, come on
Mister McDowell, this hacking is mother fuckiGN total murder, YO!
No hyperspace effects huh, yeah, right!
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCXIX (0619)
W-----O-----W
IS THIS GONNA BE A DOOZIE, AND THIS IS NOT GONNA' FUCKING STOP, IT
IS GONNA' FUCKING OBVIOUSLY GO ON UNTIL 2013, OR UNLESS THE WORLD
COULD END ON THE MAYAN DATE, AND SPARE ME FROM THIS FUCKING
ETERNAL CUNT CHEWING HELL, AND THIS HUNTINGTON FUCKING SHIT ASS
ENDLESS CURSE! W-----O-----W
IS THIS GONNA BE A DOOZIE, AND THIS IS NOT GONNA' FUCKING STOP, IT
IS GONNA' FUCKING OBVIOUSLY GO ON UNTIL 2013, OR UNLESS THE WORLD
COULD END ON THE MAYAN DATE, AND SPARE ME FROM THIS FUCKING
ETERNAL CUNT CHEWING HELL, AND THIS HUNTINGTON FUCKING SHIT ASS
ENDLESS CURSE! W-----O-----W
IS THIS GONNA BE A DOOZIE, AND THIS IS NOT GONNA' FUCKING STOP, IT
IS GONNA' FUCKING OBVIOUSLY GO ON UNTIL 2013, OR UNLESS THE WORLD
COULD END ON THE MAYAN DATE, AND SPARE ME FROM THIS FUCKING
ETERNAL CUNT CHEWING HELL, AND THIS HUNTINGTON FUCKING SHIT ASS
ENDLESS CURSE! W-----O-----W
IS THIS GONNA BE A DOOZIE, AND THIS IS NOT GONNA' FUCKING STOP, IT
IS GONNA' FUCKING OBVIOUSLY GO ON UNTIL 2013, OR UNLESS THE WORLD
COULD END ON THE MAYAN DATE, AND SPARE ME FROM THIS FUCKING
ETERNAL CUNT CHEWING HELL, AND THIS HUNTINGTON FUCKING SHIT ASS
ENDLESS CURSE! W-----O-----W
IS THIS GONNA BE A DOOZIE, AND THIS IS NOT GONNA' FUCKING STOP, IT
IS GONNA' FUCKING OBVIOUSLY GO ON UNTIL 2013, OR UNLESS THE WORLD
COULD END ON THE MAYAN DATE, AND SPARE ME FROM THIS FUCKING
ETERNAL CUNT CHEWING HELL, AND THIS HUNTINGTON FUCKING SHIT ASS
ENDLESS CURSE! W-----O-----W
IS THIS GONNA BE A DOOZIE, AND THIS IS NOT GONNA' FUCKING STOP, IT
IS GONNA' FUCKING OBVIOUSLY GO ON UNTIL 2013, OR UNLESS THE WORLD
COULD END ON THE MAYAN DATE, AND SPARE ME FROM THIS FUCKING
ETERNAL CUNT CHEWING HELL, AND THIS HUNTINGTON FUCKING SHIT ASS
ENDLESS CURSE! W-----O-----W
IS THIS GONNA BE A DOOZIE, AND THIS IS NOT GONNA' FUCKING STOP, IT
IS GONNA' FUCKING OBVIOUSLY GO ON UNTIL 2013, OR UNLESS THE WORLD
COULD END ON THE MAYAN DATE, AND SPARE ME FROM THIS FUCKING
ETERNAL CUNT CHEWING HELL, AND THIS HUNTINGTON FUCKING SHIT ASS
ENDLESS CURSE! W-----O-----W
IS THIS GONNA BE A DOOZIE, AND THIS IS NOT GONNA' FUCKING STOP, IT
IS GONNA' FUCKING OBVIOUSLY GO ON UNTIL 2013, OR UNLESS THE WORLD
COULD END ON THE MAYAN DATE, AND SPARE ME FROM THIS FUCKING
ETERNAL CUNT CHEWING HELL, AND THIS HUNTINGTON FUCKING SHIT ASS
ENDLESS CURSE! W-----O-----W
IS THIS GONNA BE A DOOZIE, AND THIS IS NOT GONNA' FUCKING STOP, IT
IS GONNA' FUCKING OBVIOUSLY GO ON UNTIL 2013, OR UNLESS THE WORLD
COULD END ON THE MAYAN DATE, AND SPARE ME FROM THIS FUCKING
ETERNAL CUNT CHEWING HELL, AND THIS HUNTINGTON FUCKING SHIT ASS
ENDLESS CURSE!
THIS
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KNEW THE REAL AND TRUE METHOD OF TRAVELING, BY WAY OF
SPACE-TIME-MIND.
THIS
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KNEW THE REAL AND TRUE METHOD OF TRAVELING, BY WAY OF
SPACE-TIME-MIND.
THIS
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THIS
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KNEW THE REAL AND TRUE METHOD OF TRAVELING, BY WAY OF
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THIS
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KNEW THE REAL AND TRUE METHOD OF TRAVELING, BY WAY OF
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THIS
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KNEW THE REAL AND TRUE METHOD OF TRAVELING, BY WAY OF
SPACE-TIME-MIND.
THIS
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KNEW THE REAL AND TRUE METHOD OF TRAVELING, BY WAY OF
SPACE-TIME-MIND.
THIS
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KNEW THE REAL AND TRUE METHOD OF TRAVELING, BY WAY OF
SPACE-TIME-MIND.
THIS
BLOG IS DEDICATED TO THE ANCIENT CHINESE, WHO HAD TRUE WISDOM, AND
KNEW THE REAL AND TRUE METHOD OF TRAVELING, BY WAY OF
SPACE-TIME-MIND.
THIS
BLOG IS DEDICATED TO THE ANCIENT CHINESE, WHO HAD TRUE WISDOM, AND
KNEW THE REAL AND TRUE METHOD OF TRAVELING, BY WAY OF
SPACE-TIME-MIND.
SSSSHHHHHHHHHH,
Mister Hawking, Only
folks like me could have shown up, and you would have turned us
all away. Don't get me wrong, I love these shows on educational
channels, and I try to love my enemies to keep Uncle Jesus happy,
and wow, as I said, I TRY. I know sure as hell burns, I am not
perfect, neither is Bruce Allan Pennock, nor is my great super
daughter. Still, great old world; If
you are looking for fancy bullshit today, forget it, I am here to
tell you some truths, you of the non science world, you of the
science world, and all and any other you's out here, in whatever
Andrews categories somewhere, AHA AHA Mike.
The
magic of so much in our lives, good people; is MOTION
and SEPARATION.
A word that was invented for both these things as applied to human
life situations, normally and usually, is TIME.
This is not a complex or wild and bizarre thing, folks. It is just
a spatial relationship. One of my favorite Science Channel shows
was aired just last night, with Steve Hawking and his party
disappointment, and TIME TRAVEL. As I said, I am dealing with kids
in a sandbox, and since I hold no degree, I am just an asshole to
be scoffed at, that is the way of the world, and I am absolutely
powerless to change this. This fact however, is the answer to
Mister Hawking's wonderment as to why no one showed up to his
special party back nearly five years ago. We all knew we would be
politely turned away. But the US © Office has proof to all of
this, and they do not dare say a word, right Cuzz Donnie boy, and
your pal Dickey boy????????????????????????
If
they stopped for a few seconds, all these great wise-men of
science, they might see a glimmer of truth in my words, especially
if they would diligently check out all my songs, but no, this will
not happen Lenny McKinnon, and yes sir, I already know this, as I
already knew you were not going to promote me as a songwriter in
1980, and told you that much. At least I was honest, and was too
young to stand my ground with you, that was a major fatal mistake
that I cannot over estimate or over exaggerate, if I was paid a
trillion bucks to do so.
First
off, I remember every word you spoke to me that afternoon, Julia,
on the Black Horse Pike in 1997. At the time, I was blind and
deaf, and you spoke gibberish to my ignorant soul. Now it is all
decoded, unscrambled, and clear as tinkering bell right in the
ear. It is a shinning light right in the eye, just like when the
eye-dock looks into your eye with that bright light after dilating
the pupils with those eye drops. But I cannot hate others for
being centuries behind where I am, well, a few decades probably is
more accurate, since in the past 100 years, there is a major
parabolic increasing curve in the rate or delta change in human
knowledge. Still, what you see on these channels I describe, is
what I was talking about word for word 40 years ago, on tapped
bugged SNOWED-IN telephones, told you I know stuff, and you all
were laughing at me and what my blogs said about this, before
Snowden the ex-NSA guy blew that cover to high unholy hellfire. My
point is that maybe in 20 years, they will all be where these
blogs are, and understand I speak the truth about STM, and since
we are on the topic of me and the truth, all other things as well.
Let
me show you, since everyone loves to laugh at me, how funny the
great show from twenty-ten is, was, whatever. In the middle
somewhere was that part about making time cut in half by circling
our galaxy heart, Mister Spock Movies; and coming back and
changing the time. I don't know what you are smoking, but I need
to get in on this great stuff, Mister Hawking and other great men
and women of science. Go to a location 26,000 years away, a 52,000
year round trip separation, maybe close to 53,000 as we all know
how much energy would be required to expend to hit a velocity to
do even this, and then you are talking about orbiting the black
hole for a year and only being half a year older. Wow, please, I
really want to get in on whatever dope you folks are legally
shooting up with!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
is a magic formula that I do not have the time to come up with,
but if I did have the time, it would alter this world. Any form of
life that is aware of time, such as not your pets, as they do not
know tomorrow from yesterday; as a bumble bee also does not, and
has a much wider consciousness time level, some claim more than 50
times ours, but all that counts is those with awareness to time,
so that means us, US HUMAN BEINGS. We are the ones who evolved
here on this Earth, and why can't you blind butt-wipes see the
powerful awesome proof that SPACE-TIME-MIND
is a powerful reality, when I tell you that you move consciously,
at roughly one seventh of a second, frame by frame, I did not say
unconsciously, that is a whole other ballgame, and for another
'TIME'. Well, the speed of light circles this world of ours in one
seventh of a second as well. This is, as Mister Berra puts it
perfectly, ''Just too coincidental to be a
coincidence”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is what proves
SPACE-TIME-MIND. I just do not have a lot of free time in a worry
free life and environment, with lots of college physics friends
all around, or ui would make a formula, it wouldn't be that hard
to do, I promise you. This verifies that all this physical
traveling in space, time, and parallel universes, is an automatic
naturally occurring reality. We all are doing it forever and ever.
Morianity
began in 1995. There was no Blogger Dot Com yet, and even internet
for average users, was quite new. Morianity is me telling anyone
who may want to know, some wild truths, nothing more, nothing
less. This is the reality of things, ladies and gentlemen.
Maybe,
as with Christianity, it will take a few hundred years, but I
guarantee you all this; eventually, someone somewhere will say, oh
yeah, Mark Wayne Mohr told somebody all of this, the poor little
fucked up bastard. He was really crucified. Yeah, move over UNCLE
JESUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
it does not matter where I live or move to, because there is a
huge tale to be told whether I live in China or Canada or South
America or the North frikkin' Pole with one of PEEKAY's
doppelganger hubbies. There was a great “L&O-Criminal
Intent” television show, where the scientist who is in a chair
like Mister Hawking says that Einstein was a flash in the pan. I
doubt that too many people would share his opinion, but he's
entitled to it even as a P4E or television character, basically
same thing. I am more interested in what Detective Bobby Goren
said at the very very end of the mother fuckiGN show, and if the
EW doesn't think I caught on to this line as totally meant for me
to hear as the quintessential HA-HA-HA, then they can think again.
I quote him or dam near do, as follows, lads and lassies: ''If you
stop someone from doing what they're best at, it will make them
crazy''. One day, either we all go to shit and that's that, or
these fuckiGN pricks will pay in eternity for such quintessential
wickedness and evil! IPYT fwolks!
WHATEVER,
Oak Street Congressman old buddy from '75!!!! WHATEVER, Oak Street
Congressman old buddy from '75!!!! WHATEVER, Oak Street
Congressman old buddy from '75!!!! WHATEVER, Oak Street
Congressman old buddy from '75!!!! WHATEVER, Oak Street
Congressman old buddy from '75!!!! WHATEVER, Oak Street
Congressman old buddy from '75!!!! WHATEVER, Oak Street
Congressman old buddy from '75!!!! WHATEVER, Oak Street
Congressman old buddy from '75!!!! WHATEVER, Oak Street
Congressman old buddy from '75!!!! WHATEVER, Oak Street
Congressman old buddy from '75!!!! WHATEVER, Oak Street
Congressman old buddy from '75!!!!
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