HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 25
MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
© 2006-2015
MARCH
29, 2015,
SUNDAY
AFTERNOON AT 2:12,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 69 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-69/L-46).
HUMIDITY
IS 42%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 69.
WIND
IS NORTH AT 10 WITH GUSTS TO 20.
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Audience |
Hopefully
Eddie S. along with all of my pals 'over there' in M.R., after I am
murdered successfully soon, by Washington's real secret shadow ESS
controlling FAWCES; will use
me as a test case,
first to fight the charges against him, and also to prove who really
and truly is the EVIL EMPIRE, Mister dirtbag Ronald Reagan, YO; ever
since Mister 1967 Khrushchev, banged his fists on the United Nations
tables, and hollered to us, and with dam good reason; “YOU'RE THE
AGGREESORS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
blog was never supposed to be about fucking politics or daily events.
This is not what the purpose or plans ever were, connected with my
Morianity-Project. But then, I began these blogs thinkingh I had no
children, and fave come to learn by doing this project, that I am the
very proud and I guess Guinness
style world record
'most secretive father', of two mind blowing and tremendously lovely,
and amazing daughters that first maybe blew Count Marcucci's mind,
huh Russell T. AND THEN, much later on, nearly FOUR DAM DECADES
LATER, blowing mine as well. For those who have kids in school and
worry in these new times, and for you too just as a memory refresher,
great friend, Sheriff Ken Mascara of Saint Lucie County; let me
re-tell my 1969 story. It was autumn, most likely some time in th
emobnth of October. I was in a special education school. My teacher
was Richard Marcucci. One day, just a few months after I was sexually
assaulted underneath the Schiff's Central Pier on Saint James place,
in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA; this teacher took my arm and we
walked into the hallway, and he looked hard into my eyes, and said
something that if this happened to your children, people; would you
not be at least quite disturbed? I ask you this as well Sheriff as
you have school age children yourself. This son of a bitch said to
me, “Mark, you could be a father, you know, chronologically”. He
repeated that another time and maintained all the while a very
serious expression on his face. This happened. Show me a court, and
hand me a bible. I'll
swear all of this blog and my entire story, under oath sir, AND GASH
DARN TIME! As stated, PEE is my hyperspace daughter. I do not believe
I have two hyperspace daughters, but the world does not believe me.
Hay, fine. SCREW THEM, my pal, Sheriff K.M.
Hay Sheriff, I have another really cool argument to make here, kind
sir. If I am so wrong, you would think that someone by now,
somewhere, if for no other reason than to embarrass me; would have
taken me to court. But if you check me lout, as I am sure you have,
sir; then you know that the Honorable Judge Barns presided over a
case where I did not show up and took the default judgment on me by
the J.C. Penney people. I have legitimate debts. As I pen these
words, creditors are calling me even on this Sunday afternoon. Thanks
to my wonderful kids distant cousins and their kidnapping of me in
2008 and 2009, my credit is shot. They forcefully took everything I
had and made me run away one dark night, and I am sure you know the
sad story of my hell, kind Sheriff. Check with the probation Officer,
Mister John Judy, if you wish to, in Atlantic county, New Jersey. He
was Dawn-Marie King's PO. This family saw me coming, and this was all
planned for decades to wipe out my entire life, and especially to
destroy a lot of my records and proofs to so many things, right down
to my life-journal on cassette tape, more than 9,000 tapes in all.
This
is an official dying utterance declaration and is signed Mark Wayne
Mohr, at exactly 2:36 Post Meridian Eastern American Daylight Time,
on 29 March, 2015, Sunday.
Yes,
my life is just so marvelous and totally wonderful and blissful. You
learn a little humor and sarcasm as you go along, Mizz King. The Macy
Bunch, shoot me Sheriff Clapton, I doubt that I will ever be the same
after this 2008 god dam nightmare. For that matter, who would?????
Talk
about HELL!!!!!
Talk
about HELL!!!!!
Talk
about HELL!!!!!
Talk
about HELL!!!!!
Talk
about HELL!!!!!
Talk
about HELL!!!!!
BUTTTTTT,
THAT
is some truth for anyone to digest.
BUTTTTTT,
THAT
is some truth for anyone to digest.
BUTTTTTT,
THAT
is some truth for anyone to digest.
BUTTTTTT,
THAT
is some truth for anyone to digest.
BUTTTTTT,
THAT
is some truth for anyone to digest.
BUTTTTTT,
THAT
is some truth for anyone to digest.
BUTTTTTT,
THAT
is some truth for anyone to digest.
BUTTTTTT,
THAT
is some truth for anyone to digest.
BUTTTTTT,
THAT
is some truth for anyone to digest.
BUTTTTTT,
THAT
is some truth for anyone to digest.
BUTTTTTT,
THAT
is some truth for anyone to digest.
BUTTTTTT,
THAT
is some truth for anyone to digest.
BUTTTTTT,
THAT
is some truth for anyone to digest.
HOLY
MOTHER FUCKING TOLEDO TECHNO PIX. FOR THE LOVE OF JUPITER, AND
JUPITER INLET!
COURTESY
OF TWB AND CHANNEL 12 TELEVISION OF THE GAP PALM BEACHES. THIS IS THE
JUPITER CAM.
Many
times, my blogs appear to be stupid and all screwed up. Many times it
is caused by computer or MACHINE HACKING, and many other times, by
direct ETTOS MIND HACKING. Mister Snowed-IN and the evil agencies up
there in DC-13-600 know all about the ESS. They ARE the ESS. If
anyone on this planet knew what I knew, you would all grab a bottle
of fucking poison, and just go to sleep. There really is no way to
FIGHT THE GODS. And I should fucking know. I have been doing this for
over eight thousand milf humping years now, ladies and gentlemen.
E.S.
knows it, and the LAWTRONICS made sure that his initials reflected
the magic.
Even the great EW knows the power of puns and symbolism. I know this
for a fact, even though I was at the Walmart Store on that fateful
day back in the autumn of 2009. As for Charter Schools, hey, they
bring me lovely moons to stare at when I am down and feeling like
total ass shit. So some things work for good and others for bad, but
just
as with the GAWNUM, things work together and are either compatible or
they are not.
Use your own heads, great people. Why believe shit hole me, if you
can come to see some of this stuff for yourselves. I never ever told
any of you that I am looking for blind slave followers and sheep. I
am not the established evil power structures. I want people to see
all these things for themselves, and
then come to MORIANITY,
and to me the Mountainpen; and say, WOW, you were right all along ya'
little turd face. That's all I ever wanted. SHEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!! No
great folks, it is not one bit of fun to ever feel the need to shout
out, hay YO,
I
WAS MIND HACKED. I WAS MIND HACKED. I WAS MIND HACKED. I WAS MIND
HACKED. I WAS MIND HACKED. I WAS MIND HACKED. I WAS MIND HACKED.
I WAS MIND HACKED. I WAS MIND HACKED. I WAS MIND HACKED. I WAS
MIND HACKED. I WAS MIND HACKED. I WAS MIND HACKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 24
WELL
JAY PEANUT, SAY HI TO PEE FOR ME.
The
great ''TWB'' (THE WEATHER BUG) folks say, after posting this lovely
yellow flower, that, and I quote them here,
''Spring
has sprung''.
Well, if you say so; as winter
has a powerful grip on the USA this year, or so it seems to good old
whittle me, YO. WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I
know for a fact, that where PEE turns age 18 today, there is no
InterDigital Corporation. Maybe there was an old International Mobile
Machines Corporation, and maybe there was not. That I am not privy
to. Like that buttwipe on the medical commercial with the atrial
heart fibrillation problem says; ''I love exploring''. He explored
the world while awake. I explore parallel worlds while asleep. We all
march to a different drum, white or black, and in or out of the
military service, and in or out of the early nineteen eighties, or so
it supposedly goes, huh Sigmund Malyeska?
Ladies
and gentlemen, all of this is not a 3-D phenomenon, my friends out
there. It is made ever so perfectly for the great lovely Mizz
Marilyn. But the problem with HAIR and HER and all of this, is HOW
did she and Johnny Davis know all this in 1968, unless you factor in
that the ESS is sending many travelers into all of us, and we do not
remember all of our dreams, remember that, people. They count on
this. Between using a very clever scrambling technique and some other
methods of major confusion and obfuscation tactics; they can do
unlimited things all around us, and with the greatest amongst us,
remaining absolutely unaware of this powerful reality. Diud the great
powerful gang AKA by me anyway, the MACY-BUNCH, just say,
W—O—W???
W—O—W???
W—O—W???
W—O—W???
W—O—W???
What
Morianity will do, if it is ever meant to, and it won't if it is not
meant to, and who can ever know; is stop all that talk about
supernatural verbiage, you know, demons and devils, possession,
miracles, heaven and hell, and along this line, and also
simultaneously, put to a quick halt, all the new so called
replacements for these old times items, you know, aliens,
extraterrestrial visitations, abductions, little gray's interfering
with humanity, and along that line, as well. There is one powerful
truth and always has been and always will be, and you know what I am
going to say next, or really, you have no reason to be wasting your
time up here on my blogs reading me.
I
speak of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I speak of the
EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I speak of the EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I speak of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I
speak of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I speak of the
EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I speak of the EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I speak of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I
speak of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I speak of the
EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I speak of the EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I speak of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I
speak of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I speak of the
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SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I speak of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I
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EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I speak of the EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I speak of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I
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SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I speak of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I
speak of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY.
Well,
here is the power play that will be coming up. This will be my focus
of attention while I am still alive, great comrads of mine, over in
Mother R. In honesty and all truth, I will uncover what I believe to
be, something so ugly, it will make us all want to join me, in the
grave. But take heart. I need you all right here to fight this
diesase, and to carry on in my name, without me. You will always have
me, by way of these nine plus years of words on these blogs. They
will tell things that go beyond anything this planet has ever dared
to imagine. Only now, it is time to tie in real life events, one by
one. Like shit man, why did the guy decide to crash into that
mountain and kill a couple of hundred innocent people. No, I don't do
things like this, but a very simple ESS stunt, and stuff like this
can be done. You work on someone from a localized parallel universe,
using nothing more than dream travel. One day, a man was gotten to
worse than this co-pilot was, only no lives were lost in my case,
only mine, 'yet to happen' JJ, but it will. For all I know, each
thing is much larger, and instead of just one person in th eESS or
even a few, they may take a decade to establish BASES as I call them.
Places, you know, where those will come to live and work, and do
hobbies at, and all of that. Yes, I know exactly who and how, Tony
BonJovi was contacted. I know a lot more than Alex Jones and a lot
more than maybe a lot of top Washingtonians could ever fathom that I
know. Sorry, I never got to hug my great President, but then to make
Twinbay's day here; that lovely young teen girl never got to sing her
National Anthem to him either. So this is why we dare not ever allow
ourselves to get overly freaking paranoid. We just trudge on, and
keep placing one foot in front of the other one, and sing all of
lovely Twinbay's twin's fave songs, while we go. Don't beat me up JZ,
JEEEEEEEEEEZ, I said Twinbay. I can't help it if this girl is the
dead ringer image to your ol' lady, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SUP Jennifer
Washburn and beyond hot gorgeous Tiffany?
Many
readers, or said more accurately, the large percentage of the
readers, as the word many makes me a fucking liar right off the dam
ass bat; but the vast majority who entertain Morianity, or entertain
themselves by reading it, either or; yuk yuk yuk, McNulty dude from
42 and a half years back into time at Exton, PAUSAESMWG; are slowly,
whether they know or or not or like it or not, changing. Everything
we do changes and effects us, without an option. This being said, if
my read count drops to total zero and bye-bye, then I will know more
than anything else, that indeed, Morianity has accomplished quite a
bit on humanity's collective consciousness, but I seriously doubt
this to be the case, great folks. So the magic period of these five
years, must be about something, or someone '(entity) whatever' Oak
Street Bob old pal and ex-country vocalist, of 1975-1980; and it also
needs to be about another tangible and intelligently arguable item in
waking world reality, and it is; AN AGENDA, and whose? Little men
from Jukaten Heights-4893FJBE? No sir. Powerful businessmen on Wall
Street in Manhattan and other world owners all by their little
lonesomes? Gimme; a break. The various top five to ten global
governments or one international overseeing force? GET
REAL!!!
Either that, or get a bunch of beyond hot goddesses together, and
start a really cool TV-SHOW. I am not mad at anybody. Just
don't call my house all the time like back in the end of the last
century,
and tell your sister Toni, Mizz Tamar, I said, ''no hard feelings,
and HI to her friend Paula Uwich'', and 'others'. Come on, who is
kidding who here, 19 years later, in or out of Sarah's dam
prison????? The odds this all is a big coincidence would be around a
million to one. Who out here would want to play their rent money on
odds like that, YO. Give me a break here, M.C. Hay, my conscience is
clean and that lets me sleep a little bit at night!!!!
The
first of three times living at the Robin Hill Apartments in Voorhees,
New Jersey, USA-ESMWG, is a very powerful and important part of
MORIANITY, and my life story; and always
freaking will be!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The year of 1982 was the final year
of this first rental there, moving in on May 1, 1980, and leaving on
January 31, 1983. This also has a connection to a powerful
DREAM or exploratronic situation back nearly ten years earlier, and
when the place was still Jersey farm land. The dream, with who else
but the great and powerful TAWF, (That Astral
World Family) from the serial recurring nightmares back in 1970
while I was staying at the home of child molester, Thomas J. Reale,
on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New Jersey, had these same wild
characters in it and that were interacting with me, and somehow
without speaking to me ever in direct language, I just KNEW certain
things that they were TELLING ME, or LETTING ME BECOME AWARE OF,
whichever best resembles a closer truth and reality, and unlike the
first experiences with them in 1970 where they identified themselves
to me in this sort of telepathic and magical way, as THAT
FAMILY, hence my name for them on these eight plus years of my
blogs; but later on by a year or maybe 14-18 months give or take from
original ''contact'', they come and use the two terms of ''The
destruction of Haddonfield'', and also, ''The farm outside of
Haddonfield that will destroy you''. This of course is the future
Robin Hill. Believe what you like anyone out here, BUT I KNOW, and I
would swear to all of this in court, on this very morning; and I
would say this is all totally real and true, if taken to the Oval
Office later today and asked for verification of these posted words,
by the President of these United States, himself. Why? Because
it is the fucking total absolute undeniable fucking truth
that's dam why, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
needed to state some of the powerful things that happened both at, as
well as long before; I ever resided on this great DESTRUCTIVE
FARM, OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY; 9 YEARS IN THE FUTURE,
from when the exploratronic contact, made me privy to this all
happening in my future, as it did all come to pass, and took decades
and a brand new century and then some, for all of it to properly sink
in and make some sense in my pathetic fucked up and totally twisted
life. It was only about 5 weeks from moving into this place on May 1
of 1980, that I had that incredible exploratronic experience with
SARAH KRASSLE, who sang a lovely special song to me, called, ''Love
Is For Carpenters'', and never allowed me to catch onto who she
really was for many years to come, and even then, it took a lifetime
to put it all together enough to really think that finally, most of
the pieces are perfectly all fitting together. This led to the
powerful exploratronic event of seeing Gawky Gaukauk on a bus being
held in a heavy set woman's lap, on a bus, and where they exited this
bus at a street corner somewhere in Philadelphia in some neighborhood
well outside the central city area itself, and entered into a bar,
and I for whatever reason was tagging along with them, and this cat
meowed the word ''DIE'' three times to me while still on the bus, and
many of you know the full story, which is not germane to this blog
and present moment. Within a short space of time, the PLAYBOY BUNNY
and her ENTERTAINMENT MAFIA CASINO PALS moved in below me and had
huge parties with limos parked all around the place, every mother
fucking weekend. My mom and I could not take this shit any longer,
and we broke our lease on a medical technicality, signed off by
Doctor Edmund Housel of Philadelphian, our family PCP before there
were such PC things as PCP's. This is when I moved with my mom to
that split level home in Atco, New Jersey, and plugged in a machine
that was not from this world, called, PRIVECODE, well, I was told by
an electronics expert, nearly two decades later, that the electronics
inside of it were ''totally alien'' to quote his words. I used it to
communicate with LIGHTNING. This is all you need to know for now
regarding any of this, and you may already know a lot about this from
reading my blogs for years, if you are an older follower, from back
when my blogs were before this current one that Meghan my computer
guru, helped me get up after a major hack on the BLOGGER DOT COM
WEBSITE occurred back late in the year of 2011, closing down my older
five blogs, and I now can only cut and paste these archived blogs
into this new blogs, and do this, upon numerous occasions.
As
for the details on many wild things that went down in 1982 through
1986, this is scattered around on a million words of old blogs, but
now with new terms and labels, I will do sort of a compressed book
report. They
can do anything they want to do, and they do it because they can do
it, and they enjoy doing it, and it keeps their minds off of
something that none of you can properly understand, if I explained it
over and over and over and over, because as human beings alive in a
mirage, you would see the way you see so many other things; IN TOTAL
REVERSE TRUTH. Still, my point to this, is that there are some non
ESS powers and power structures, that do in fact know quite a bit of
the secrets in Morianity, and this is WHAT THEY ARE COVERING UP, AND
WILL GO RIGHT ON COVERING UP, IF THEY HAVE TO KILL YOU AND YOUR
FAMILY AND YOUR FRIENDS OR BURN DOWN YOUR BUSINESS OR YOUR HOME, or
whatever it takes, and I will make a wild statement here now, wilder
than the one I just made. I can totally understand their point of
view. I didn't fucking cunt say, I AGREED WITH their method of
madness, only that I do indeed, TOTALLY FUCKING
UNDERSTAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
last reminder to you all, get a movie made in 1992, directed by
Oliver Stone, with Kevin Costner and other greats, its name was
“JFK”. This is beyond a fucking MUST-C!
Last
night, I was given major DEATH-HEART assault. It came out of nowhere,
and an hour later, vanished right back into nowhere. Still, I know
they will finish me off before too much longer, oh great pal, Mister
SNOWED-IN! You are very lucky to be living in Mother R. Stay
there!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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