This
mother fucking puny planet turns my god dam stomach. There are a lot
of cosmic fucking bullies all over the place, who have made their
home here. And why not? This is the only place for them. Dave Smith
from Cooley Hall said it so well in 1970 and all through the
seventies when I would see him from time to time, outside of
school.”It's all right here”. He was referring to Planet Earth.
This is it people. If you really think that anything else is coming
from anywhere else, you're believing a fucking dam dirty lie. I
promise you!
MAY
8, 2015,
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON AT 1:13 “JANE-ROTTENFONDA”
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 86 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-86/L-63).
HUMIDITY
IS 35%, IT FEELS LIKE 85 DEGREES.
WIND
IS NW AT 10, AND IS STEADY.
To
quote Terry Jackson 41 years ago, “Good-bye
Mashell it's hard to die, when all the birds are singing in the sky”.
Only I can't wait to leave this heavy old ugly
body and be the energetic spiritual equivalent, or really, realize it
and awake from hyperspace illusion. But even that is wrong, as
I am all over hyperspace, as are you; in the fourth and fifth
dimension. We never shed off that reality, and we always just exist
in the void with an ASTRAL dream down onto the plane of the great
Catholic Purgatory. But there was a day in my dreams here, that I was
at Harvest, at 25th and Orange, working there; and was
told a major thing by a man my age, who is mentally and
developmentally challenged somewhat. Tim Devendorf the great dreamer,
would put it so dam eloquently, at the beginning of this second
decade of this century; “WE ARE IN BIG
TROUBLE”. He was referring to his dream from the previous
night about us, and the Vice President of the great Almighty United
States of America. I suppose he was half right, as I am now a dead
man, just awaiting the ax to strike my skull by the legislative
executioners. But as to entering into the great capitol city without
a city pass or a city-name, out in Purgatory, unlike in human waking
world 'BASEBALL' and its famous
electrical-threes; you get three strikes
without BEING OUT;
or maybe said more terrifyingly accurate folks; before you are SENT,
WITHOUT ANY 200 DOLLARS I ASSURE YOU, STRAIGHT AND DIRECTLY TO
DOGTOWN, across the great TECK BAY, on the other side of the
capitol city of the capitol province, of the Astral-Plane, the Bardo,
the spirit world or land of the dead. Many many expressions exist, to
all say about the same dam thing. There was a time when I dared as
Rictofarious, to go to Sahasra Dal Kanwal, a fourth time. I had been
through what are called on the Astral-Plane, roundups of the
'unbelongers' for a total of three times. If caught again on another
Round-Up of Unbelongers, it would be as human waking mortal worlders
would say, 'STRIKE-4'. This is an automatic sentence into DOGTOWN, or
what human waking hyperspace mortals call and think of as “HELL”.
I was placed in, by memories I can relate to as a human being who
lives in my time period and world, and dimension in parallel universe
hyperspace, so that memories from unrecognizable Astral Interaction
can be translated into something that is somewhat relatable; a
police squad car, into a caged back seat, and the door was closed,
and Sergeant Frank Callio was the Officer charged to take me across
and out of the city and into DOGTOWN. This is real and happened, and
you can tell me it was a wild crazy vivid dream all you want to. It
changes no part of reality. Just as I was in anguish and torment to a
level of a billion panic attacked diagnosed anxiety sufferers all put
together, the door opened up to the squad car, and I peered out and
it was King Akoslem. You would say, the LORD JESUS CHRIST. He told me
I am free and to go in peace. After I left the car and the city and
began walking along the linelane on this Astral Plane across from the
CITY OF DAVID, or HEAVEN, known
on Astral-Plane circles as Sahasra Dal
Kanwal, for “City of the Great Sarah-Stacey Krassle”; as
her great city-name 'Jehovah' is left out for being to powerful and
awesome; but I was walking along this great LINELANE, on mortal world
mental translations, this would be like a great gigantic highway;
suddenly, I was told by a powerful pure light entity, one
of the smokeless-fire-beings, as they were come to be called
by this concept in ancient human civilizations; I am sleepy and need
to follow them through some sparse looking lovely woods that went on
both sides of the linelane. I followed them and they told me to lay
down and there was a small stream there with a flow to it and rocks,
making a beautiful hypnotic type of a sound. Within what seemed like
five seconds or ten at the very most, I awakened into my Earthly bed
and body, and began to dream again that it was 1998. You would say
perhaps, I woke up in my bed, and this happened in 1998, same diff.
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MARK WAYNE MOHR, 2006-2015
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
BUT
PLEASE, NO MORE TRIPS TO DOGTOWN.
EVERY
TIME THEY HURT ME, THEIR EVIL STOCK MARKET FLIES. IT IS WITHOUT FAIL,
AS LONG AS YOU REALIZE THAT IT IS A LONG RUN PLAY EVERY TIME, NOT
EVERY EVERY TIME. BUT IF IT WORKS FOR 30 FUCKING CUNT YEARS, 4 OUT OF
5, THEN YOU CANNOT LAUGH AT ME AND MY MORIANITY WISDOM, UNLESS YOU
WANT TO BE PROCLAIMED SOMEDAY, A FUCKING TOTAL ASSHOLE
FOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They
think because they have killed me, that their evil empire will score
and get away with it. No evil goes unpunished in very long run play.
If this balancing truth was not real, all the planets would fly apart
and break into rubble before I could post up this blog. Ask any
mother fucking scientist who is in the field of physics and astronomy
if I am lying.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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