HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 34
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For
about 1700 years now, people wanted to know a biblical mystery,
concerning the Apostle Paul. Just what strange physical affliction
did he suffer with that ''GOD'' or SSJKK was unwilling to cure him
of? You won't believe me, but it is th every same affliction that
I have suffered with since June 4, 1983, with my thyroid. It is
not as rare a problem as many have come to think. This was his
affliction as it is mine. He developed his as a result of
something that happened to him on the road to Damascus, this great
at that time, Saul of Tarsus, later to become the Apostle Paul of
the Christian New Testament bibles. My situation developed as a
result of many powerful strange electronic machines that put out
very bizarre fields of energy, when all connected up and used
together through the telephone system of those times. So how do I
know all this, you may be asking? The voice that spoke to me from
the autumn times of the year preceding 1983, have told me so. I
have learned to heed these voices or 'knowings'. They made me
continuous money at the impossible to beat game of roulette for
one thing, and there is a lot more we need not get into right now.
I absolutely know this is all true. I absolutely know other
things. There are two organizations that have material caporial
people walking back and forth across the land of this world, and
probably the air and the sea as well. One group is called the
Millionth-Council-Briggbase-Residents (MCBR) for short, called by
me and Morianity, the MCBREE FACTION. The other group is called
the Sahasra Dal Kanwal Majority (SDKM) for short, called by me and
Morianity. It reminds me in a powerful way of our present
American political system in Wash-Dock-13-600, AKA POWERS ON TH E
HILL IN WASHINGTON, with its pretty much two party ruling class,
the (R) and the (D) parties. This two party ASTRAL-WORLD system is
very real. Nothing is real, not even here in waking life, but
illusion is so powerful, we don't see this truth, nor will we ever
be able to break the chains and bonds of this ultimate maya. Now
moving back to the heart of cases here, on this blog; we wonder
perhaps, just why did these HALLS FAWCES do these things, and then
just why did HALLS WALLS go into an endless cover-up mode? If you
want someone to do your bidding, you must be able to control them
on a physical level, not as told to us for so very long, that you
do this through controlling mental channels. The best way is to
have full absolute control over someone's thyroid. If they can
turn up the power that makes it grow, or turn it down as you obey
this person or entity; they have the ultimate control-collar on
you. It can be used to threaten such as a punishment-collar, or
just be there endlessly to let someone know who is boss, a
controllers-collar. As if the one with this thyroid condition is
the animal and the handler has the power over this collar, to make
your thyroid shrink and grow, at their whim. Only anti-anxiety
medication can shrink the gland, or certain thyroid treatments,
that most cannot afford. I find it offensive to me personally,
that the supposedly great Mayo Clinic has the dastardly audacity
to solicit for donations. They charge their patients as much if
not more than other hospitals and institutions. I for one wouldn't
give them a thin dam dime if my ass was on fire and by doing this,
the fire would go out. In 1984, I had a lengthy talk with a very
special lab-tech assistant to a throat specialist. She had a
storehouse of information on the symptoms that I had been going
through for nearly a year, and we talked at length and she
scheduled an appointment for me to come into the doctor's office,
and gave me driving instructions for getting there from voorhees,
New Jersey. I had recently returned from my trip to Orlando,
Florida, to visit with my ex-Chief Recording Engineer, mister
Howard Solomon, from the RPL Sound Studio Labs of Camden, New
Jersey, at the corner of State Street and Pierce Avenue.
You
can read a blog like this and wonder what is going on, and you
don't have even a small clue just what is happening, and has been,
not for a few years or decades, but for millennia. Most don't even
believe in what was really going on a long time ago, and the
scientific community sees it black and white in their own way. We
were visited by ET types and they were our ancient gods. The name
for their belief system is Ancient Astronaut Theory. As with
anything at all, there are various amounts of truth in what they
claim abnd what they believe. It merely is a far cry from all of
the truth that at least by my mind; I'd think some out here would
yearn to really know the full scoop. After-all, it does all effect
you and those you love, cradle to grave, and you can like or hate
this reality, but to quote Dennis Snyder from Jersey 6-8 years
ago, “That's just reality, son”. Just as Paul had to write his
epistles to the various churches all around the magic are
concerning the Earthly birth and human life of Almight God, in the
persona of Jesus Christ the SAR (LORD) I too write these blogs
over nearly a decade now, and throughout the majority of it, I
didn't suffer with my affliction because the controller-collar was
able to be managed and adjusted to levels where I was living as if
I had no problems. But in this 2015 year that I knew I would be
moving into; things have all changed. But I want to make very
clear to those who are convinced that the Apostle Paul's famous
side thorn, was not about his eyes. It was all about his thyroid
gland. And I know this. SSJKK told me this truth, and told me that
I may indeed tell it on my blog. But a lot more happened last
night while 'asleep' besides what I remember with SSJKK at her
great city that mortals refer to as 'HEAVEN'. It involved Russell
Thaxton all grown up but young, like say age 25. I too was
younger, maybe 35. Adam Schiff, the TV L&O character was also
there, as his phase-4-character himself. There was an area
somewhere, and it was up north, and it seemed to be a lot like a
parallel universe Voorhees Township, where the Robin Hill
Apartments are lovated, obviously in both of these universes, that
were not all that similar or localized to where I am right now,
typing out this blog to all of you. Mafia characters were
involved. Now I know why I need to get something that SSJKK has
been telling me to get for years now and I keep waving her off. I
must order it as soon as possible, along with other crap that she
insists I get. Don't try to go ahead of me or think where I am
going with this. You may guess some and not other things, and it
won't be one bit pretty when all is said and done and you learn
you had the wrong ideas about so many things I am trying to get
out to this world, before it is too late, if I may add that in
here, SSJKK? All the crap I have gone through al of my life, is
all a part of this thyroid gland problem. This is why that
ridiculously strange event happened that never should have,
outside the print shop that early late winter morning in 1977, and
yes, I keep saying 1985 over an dover when I mean to say spring
time in 1986, when David and I were at the Medport Diner, and all
of hell broke loose from the bowels of the Earth, and nailed us,
to quote goddess-Keisha, 'really gooooud'!!!!!!!!! I stand again
corrected, as it was Helen Zebriski who said that to me regarding
Keisha, telling me after gazing at my right arm and the monster
fracture and bruise on it from a play-punch given to me by this
girl who had just turned age fourteen, in th e early autumn of
1999, in Lindenwold, New Jersey one night while I was visiting
with Helen and her wild friends.
Moving
onward now about this wild hyperspace interaction that I
experienced when I retired for sleep around three this morning and
waking to it with a bang around shortly past five this morning.
Some mob boss's daughter had fallen for me and Russell had taken
me to a rave club or some similar place that I in this universe
would never be caught dead in as I hate loud music and partying
and all of this. I also hate illegal drugs, I hate booze, the
whole dam enchalate, LSS, why would a person like me ever want
to go clubbing or partying? I don't dance and have 5ive right feet
and no left ones, and don't like anything about this stuff. But
there I was, and this seemed to go on for a month, and always at
night. I was in different vehicles, promising to pick Russ up and
come back for him, and kept trying to leave. I could not escape
this area, in this universe, it was like an entire small city of
clubs all inside of a gated community. Getting out was almost
impossible. Adam Schiff and I were talking in one of the parts of
this experience and he seemed so nice, and then his mood shifted
on a dime as if someone had just kicked him in his love beads or
something, and he began coming down on me and saying really mean
things to me and very harshly. I was getting into more and more
trouble no matter how I tried to escape and get out of this
horrible scene in HELLS-NIGHTS! I was chased by mobsters, beaten
up, shot, and you name it. There were high speed car chases, and
people throwing fire as it was called. They had a wild weapon in
that parallel universe that shot out gasoline like a small fire
hose that streamed a thin but long range channel of liquid fire,
as it shot the gas out in two second intervals from one part of
the small rifle, while another part then shot out a really
powerful long range flame throw action. Things caught fire and
burned and once they hit my car and it exploded, allowing me to
get out with my life, but someone in the car with me did not make
it. The girl who fell for me in the club was beyond gorgeous. She
had long black hair and deep green eyes. She was so god dam
beautiful it literally was disgusting. I was asking why there was
no way to get out of this area and why it was gated in with some
perimeter wall, but could get no decent answer or response from a
a single soul. It seemed to go on a year of time, but unlike times
where I really did go through long times such as what started all
my hell in 1986 in middle August, there was no order of events or
calendar displays or anything allowing me to perceive this with
any certainty. I couldn't believe how Adam Schiff turned on me
when I didn't think I said anything that would warrant his
behaving that way. But then, these things all happen right here in
this universe while awake, so that is not really any Earth shaking
news to be speaking of here.
I
had told Russ in this experience that both Cuzz Don and my
daughter's hubby were being indwelt by the same T3E and that I
know his name. Russ asked me the name, and I said, “Well I only
knew him a bit before this time, as Lenny McKinnon, but that may
just be another human that this TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON (T3E) was
indwelling back then. Just as we were into this part of our talk,
Adam was passing by and was heading out onto the parking lot and
the sidewalk across the street beyond the lot. But he heard me
then say to Russ, I can't prove any of this, but obviously this is
APOLLO-LUCIFER, MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-MILITUFORCE-OTAMMITE KING,
ETCETERA, (all the same difference)!!!!!!!!!! I said it
forcefully, and Adam turned and gave me a half frown half smirk
type of facial expression. I ran after him to discuss how I just
popped into this place and wanted to know if he knew the way out
and he said for me to just go with it and try and relax. When I
made a counter statement and told him I had to leave right now,
this is when he told me not to countermand his advice to me and he
got almost like my commanding officer in some military situation.
THANK YOU PEE. You've been out of here for over 2 years now, and you found me, my awesome daughter!!!!!!!!
****WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW****
It
took me years to realize eventually, that this was not me, as
usual, being the bad guy, but the evil dirt bag fawces of Mister
Hall, doing despicable and monstrous things to me. Yes the start
of my second decade here in this world, as MARK
WAYNE MOHR,
or the early nineteen sixties, wasted no time whatsoever, bringing
me the very first of the soon to follow, endless unrelenting games
containing playfield after playfield of nothing short of my mother
fucking life in total unfathomable torrid horrid HELL, with or
without the singing glee's of the Tora Lora Lora Lora Lies and
other birds singing that the springtime is here.
With
my medical condition from June 4, 1983 through April 3, 2015, I
don't dare be punning and joking around. Hay lovely Roseann
Delaney. These fucking bastards are worse than you were that night
in middle May, outside Brads place when you lunged out from those
bushes and nearly bit my dam throat out. WOW MACY
BUNCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am the only person on this planet, that would DARE LOOK A SUPREME
COURT JUDGE, STRAIGHT IN THE FACE; AND TELL THEM under pain of
penalty if indeed they can prove me lying to them; that my entire
story called MORIANITY, over a now just less than 8.5 year time
period; is all totally 100% true and accurate, other than for the
one lie I admit that I told that Sarah was there that night with
her great gang, on that public bus at around 10:30 PM, the night
of 12 July, back in the year 1970. I now make this pledge and oath
and swear officially on this writing, to this statement, to all
nine Supreme Court Justices, and if you can prove I am a fake or a
phony hoaxer, then I WANT YOU TO THROW MY MISERABLE WORTHLESS
FUCKING ASS IN CUNT LAPPING PRISON, as that is where I would
belong!!!!!
I
can hear the MILITUFORCE every
waking and sleeping moment now, saying to me in a laugh type of
voice;
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
The
great pill mill hater and AG of Florida
PAM
BONDI
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THERE ARE MORE HORSES ASSES
THAN THERE ARE GOD DAM HORSES, YOU WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG, DAVID
CHARLES ROTH!!!
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REAL
MOTHER FUCKING FUNNY, JUST LIKE DONNA HATED IT WHEN I CREATED AND
RECREATED REALITY, AND I SUPPOSE MANY DO. WHAT'S THAT QUOTE YOU GIVE
TO THE PRESS A LOT, CUZZ DONNIE?????? MY BEST TO S. WINN.
IWON'T
ASK YOU MUCH LONGER MIZZ MARGIE LEO FROM 1985. PLEASE CUT ME A
FUCKING BREAK, BIG LOVELY GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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