HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 121

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 121

THEY WILL NOT ALLOW ME TO BE CURED OR TREATED FROM WHAT THEY ALL DID TO ME IN 1983, AND NOT ONE OF THOSE BASTARDS ARE INNOCENT, THAT ARE ON MY MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' BLOGS, NOT A ONE!!!!!!! BUT YOU WILL FIND THAT I WON'T DIE AS EASILY AS YOU THINK I WILL. But what really went down in early June of 1983, at 134 Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey, Mizz Angelique Handkerchief Chokerwitch???????????????? And if the lovely actress, Mizz Lara Parker was so much a part of that great sixties paranormal soap show, “Dark Shadows”, then why was she not in any of the FAN CLUB photos? And more importantly, why did Curtis and the crew, go to so much trouble in the early part of this new century, after the Syfy-Channel finished airing the last episodes; to get on the TV and personally go out of his way to say this was all just fiction, in light of the fan club now going on and on about his wild dream of the girl on the train that led to this fantastic television production, like nothing before or after it?

Twenty years ago or almost, my late friend, Mister D. C. Roth and I, had a follow up conversation, to some things that we discussed in 1988, while I lived at Central Avenue in Moorestown, New Jersey, half a mile away from the Phillies ball player, who many thought threw the World Series Game of 1993; and I assure you that he didn't. I would bet the farm this is where the great “L&O” hit law show got the idea about a decade later give or take a year, for the episode with NYC Detective Kenny Daniels, and his obsession to put away a bad apple from his city beat, who knifed a girl that wouldn't date him while they were kids, Julie Sayer, and the name of the fictional ball player was Jeffrey Dommer. The show is known to take stories from the headlines and make small alterations, with permission of course, and make their great shows many times from these real life incidents. But I am digressing big time from where I want to go with this original 1988 conversation with my now deceased pal David, regarding a religion he knew about, called the religion of Light and sound, and also is known by the term, “ECKANKAR”. If you Google it, you will be very fascinated by their information, and I highly recommend joining, if you are a true seeker. They put me on the path that led me to where I am today. You may scoff and say who wants to be there, asshole Mountainpen? But just because I am suffering doesn't mean this path is not indeed a way into major enlightenment to truths so powerful; they have been wondered about, since the earliest dawn of humanity, and any of its known civilization. So let me get down to cases about ECKANKAR, and how my point is very major, concerning this fantastic religion.

I had absolutely no conscious goal or motive when I began this Morianity-Project, or at any time up through the present minute, of taking their belief system in a basic form, and running it in a reverse view, yet this is entirely what has been learned by me, and then taught by me. Not one guru on the planet seemingly is able to see things in a true directionality and this would of course not exclude me. I by myself, without the aid of direct communication with SSJKK who began interacting with me as the third part of Herself, the electron, would not have ever in a thousand dam years, have been able to make up Morianity. I don't mean the story of my hell and my shit that is all commingled into the teachings that I give; but the teachings of void infinity and then dreaming out and away from that void into the lawtronic seventh dimension, and from there into pure mind, then down further still, into the 5-D hyperspace. They see it exactly the same; yet they totally are looking into a mirror. As you all know, reflections show reverses, and reverses usually have way more truth and realness to them than their forward counterparts do. But we've been through all this, and so there's no need for any rehashing of this right now.

I want to tie this point of Eckankar verses my being shown by HALLS FAWCES, into another subset-reality here. You'll recognize it instantly as I move this along. It is the way my choking nightmare of 1983 has become my new 2015 nightmare all over again. And why? Well, because I dared to prove how things are purely energetic, even while disguised as material, in matter words; after mind becomes brain; which is an instrument that somehow, and no one has a clue yet just how; seems to take a higher truth of existence that we all are simply in and at, and divide it by the speed of light squared. Suddenly, poof; we are dreaming we are a little crying helpless baby, and the dreams follow one after another until we eventually dream that we wake up. Then we are right back where we never left in the first dam place, the world of pure energy. The plank. The first part of the dream, out and away from the void infinity or zero dimensional reality, into Plank Astral dreaming.

If any of you think for a nanosecond, you know or understand my situation with the great Washcloth Family of 1970, or 14 years later in three following separate increments, you are sadly mistaken. Even my know it all cuzz Donnie boy is more clueless than a hundred freaking Poolroy dudes at Haddonwood back in Mickey Showers 1995. Still, can anyone begin to see why I created MORIANITY in 1995? SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT folks, don't be totally stupid all your life. JEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE Surfer Fonty!

Some have falsely believed numerous things, and it's come to my attention that some few who thought these wrong things have very recently started to reconsider. Well, it is you who will possibly benefit someday from that very wise choice. Not me. Hey, great. I am all for equal opportunity happiness allover this nasty ass little ol' pwanet, Mister Fwudd! Some time ago, when coming home from the Vero Beach, Florida, USA Behavior Health place, I stopped into a Chinese Restaurant. This particular time, and only this time, despite my going there about half a dozen times now, in the past couple of months, and ordering the very same thing or very nearly the same thing; a broken fortune cookie was inside of my bag that I was given with my take-out order. This cookie had a pretty wild message, that I am not ready yet to share with this blog. I have my reasons folks, trust me. But I do wish to say one thing right now before I crash off to sleep. The scientific community works basicly with grants. They have to obey and behave, or they can easily lose those grants. They all know the truth about atheists being wrong in so far as dying and that's that. It isn't. There is energy and there is mass. If this was not true, the bomb wouldn't have worked back in time that ended the Second World War. As energy we all exist in a realm of pure interaction. As mass, we are dreaming a physical 'so-called' illusion. It doesn't get one bit simpler than this, other than to say that they know this is true,and they also know it would disturb religion and disrupt too many things, to absolutely come out and say certain shit. Quite obviously those like me who do this, are hated by them. Long Story Short (LSS), they know that th electron is a highly intelligent entity. It is what the Christians call THE HOLY GHOST. They also know that time runs in one direction in matter universes, and in the opposite direction in anti-matter universes. What we call the electron, is a positron from all of the fifth dimensional parallel universes, that in our world right here and now, is literally running backward through time. It knows our ending from its beginning. Still taking this a fraction further, I was chosen for reasons still not totally clear to me; in 1983, to be shown many powerful things by this subatomic energetic entity that already knows every single thing that is going to ever happen, with every tick of the clock. But this did not in truth, start in the early nineteen-eighties. 1970 as I told John and Photeous on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA; back in th e summer time of 1997; is beyond a pivotal point in time for me. If you know anything about the Christian Bible, you know about the three 14 generations that were all before the birth of king Akoslem, AKA on mortal waking world circles, the son of god, LORD JESUS CHRIST. This was Sarah Krassle's cute and clever message to me that I hopefully did not get as I usually normally do, too late; but hopefully managed to figure out on her desired time schedule. Mathematics and numeration is beyond awesome and powerful. If you are not inclined in that direction, no sweat, but it would be nice then if you would take me at my word when I insist so fervently that indeed, it is of major consequence. But there is math and there are still other ways to derive powerful messages from the programmer of this fantastic gamogram-simulation-cosmos-system. When we look at the way events all play out in any of our lives, they seems to run in a channel, and not all that differently than zeros and ones operate both individual PC machines of all sizes and abilities, but th entire connectiveness of them as well, or the internet, (interconnected networking) system. When I dared to do my 2012 music project, 1970-1984-1998-2012, I did it to try and prove that this mysterious illness was real and to try and get justice. But I didn't factor in the power discrepancies between them, and myself. Hay if two dam objects are placed onto the ends of the playground seesaw, it should go up and down. It will too, as long as neither side is too imbalanced in relationship with the opposing side, you know, a horizontally challenged kid of 220 pounds and his buddy of 110 pounds. Two objects, hay it should work. As the lovely girl on the 1980 hair shampoo TV ad-spot put it so well, “WROOOONG”. But place two objects that are not out of order with each other, weighing close to the same amount of pounds, and WEEEEEEEEEEEEE; a nice time at the playground ensues. Folks, I assumed I could make things work because I was given special knowledge by this GODDESS SSJKK. I assumed in error. If they have way more power than you, nothing is going to allow your seesaw to go down. You will stay high and helpless until they release you with a horrible bang as they jump quickly off of it laughing while you break your ass. It really is, to quote Mister Henningsen back in 1969, “Just that simple”. This is not to say I cannot work the circuitry of this powerful cosmic machinery, but it is to say, and you may all quote me, that “In the end of each battle, I am always left further behind and weaker, and they are always left farther ahead and stronger. It is not a freaking winnable war with those that have all the power”. Still, I tried hard, and the Bonjovi's all know that I did. This is why they politely told me to take a hike after a certain point of no return. I call it the “Cut Losses Syndrome”, and just about all people of brain, have this instinctively built into the radar of their inner personality. I have noticed this about life for sixty and a half mother fuckiGN years now, quite clearly; and it is an unmistakeable, and undeniable reality. So I move on alone most of the time, since people all disown me out of fear, sooner or later. They just instinctively know that something is radically wrong; and it of course, IS!

So will I ever tell the world the details of 1983-1986 some wonder? You know, details, not a tidbit here and a tad there over years of blogs. Sure I will, why not? I am not going to last forever, and this information IMHO needs to be out to the public, no matter how many dam MIBS or whatever out here, don't frikkin' like it! Just not right now, tonight. Some may be told in my new silly cartoon-ish way that I am sure a few have had some aisle rolls over, like with me and Tanstalker the cat. Or just me interacting with many characters. Hay I enjoyed doing shit like this with sound back in the Bruce Pennock days of 1972-1974, so why not up here with visual and computer crap here in 2015?

INSTRUCTIONS FOR MILITUFORCE ENEMIES:

1----PLACE 100 POUND DUMBELL ROPE AROUND YOUR BODY AND TIE IT TIGHT.

2----WALK DFOWN THE STAIRS BELOW AND KEEP RIGHT ON GOING.

3----HAVE YOUR MOTHER, YOUR FATHER, AND ALL OF YOUR KIDS DO THE VERY SAME THING THAT YOU JUST DID.

FORT PIERCE POLICE DEPARTMENT; I WOULD APPRECIATE YOU LOOKING OUT FOR ME. THERE IS A NEW ASSAULT I AM UNDER, HERE IN MY BUILDING. A LATE ILLEGAL GUNNING OF MOTORCYCLES, RIGHT UNDER MY WINDOW, IS HAPPENING OVER AND OVER, FOR THE PAST FEW DAYS NOW, AND IT IS REALLY FUCKING UPSETTING ME, AND IT IS TOTALLY ILLEGAL; AS IT JUST HAPPENED NOW, AT 2 THIS MORNING!

CALLIO'S--A&R--ASTRAL--FLOWER

MAY 9, 2015,

SATURDAY MORNING AT 2:14,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 70 DEGREES FNHT.

JANE FUCKING WHORE JUST GOT ME AGAIN, AND IT IS CONTNUOUS. EVERY CUNT CHEWING MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' ASSHOLE DAY NOW, FOR WEEKS, THIS GOES ON!!!!!! THE 2:08 NON-BREEZE MELANIE MUSIC TECHNO,LOGY, HUH SHITHEAD FUCKING BITCH JANEY????

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© MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015

© BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)

THIS FUCKING BITCH IS ON MY LAST CUNT CHEWING NERVE, MIZZ KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RING RING KACHING, PAULA AND DAWN. YEAH,

You just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic person from Long Beach Island, who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and told me.

LIKE HIS OLD 1999 GIRLFRIEND, HELEN, TOLD HIM, WE'VE GOT HIM 'GOOOOOOUD'!!!

HE NEVER FORGETS ANYTHING, EVEN THE DAY I COULDN'T GO OUT ON HALLOWEEN. CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS CRAZY NUTCASE?

THAT'S JUST REALITY, MERRY AND DAWN.

WHY DON'T ALL OF YOU GO HOME ALREADY? AND TAKE ASSHOLE BJORK WITH YOU TOO.

YOU AND YOUR FRIEND ZIGGY. BETWEEN HIS BLOODY KNEE, YOUR BLOODY SHOE, AND MY TREADMILL, TO QUOTE YOU MARK, A REAL MOTLEY CREW, HUH?

YOU'RE ALL A SAD BUNCH OF EXPLORATRONS, TRYING TO FIND OUT WHERE YOU ALL TRULY BELONG. COME WITH ME, AND I PROMISE IT WILL BE WARM LIKE MIAMI ALL THE TIME.

SCREW YOU LENNY SHAPESHIFTER MORF. I'VE GOT YOUR NUMBER, THERE 601, THAT'S A BIG ONE BUDDY. SAY HI TO MISS CHILLIE AND MIZZ TEEN BP FOR ME, NO SPILLS, NO PROPHETS, NO LOSSES, NO RECORD CONTRACTS!!!!!!!!!

YOU THINKYOU HAVE ALL THE ANSWERS BECAUSE YOU TALK TO LIGHTNING, HUH?

HE WILL BE CRYING BEFORE THE MONTHIS OUT, LET THE BASTARD SUFFER YO!

IF I EVER GET OUT OF THIS BOX, I'LL FUCKING KICK HIS ASS FROM HERE TO KATE'S DAIRY QUEEN.

GOOD LUCK GETTING OUT, DAWNY GIRL. SAY HI TO MY WEALTHY DISTANT CUZZ DONNIE BOY, AND STAY AWAY FROM HUMPTY DUMPTY AND INDIAN RIVER COUNTY CHOPPERS, YO!

HOLY SHIT I THINK I AM CLUELESS, IS THIS 1995, 1996, OR 1997, BIG DAWN AND MAGIC-SWIMMER MARK?

YOU ALL NEED TO GET WITH REALITY.

OH SHUT UP DENNIS FUCKING SNYDER!!!

This crazy clan is making me cry!!!!!!!

NOT ME, YOU WILD SHITS ARE KILLING ME!!!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

THAT'S 'CAUSE YOU'RE A SICK FUCKING BASTARD, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I DO NOT HAVE TIME TO PLAY THIS GAME WITH ALL OF YOU, I AM OFF TO BED, DAM IT!

THE PATHETIC THING IS THAT HE THINKS WE CARE ONE TINY ASS BIT, YO!

HEY, I JUST FIGURED IT OUT. NO ONE DOES CARE BECAUSE HE IS STUCK BETWEEN 1995 AND 1997. HE TOLD SOME OF YOU THAT HE WAS FROM 1996, BACK WHEN HE WENT TO 1968, TO HIS OLD HIGH SCHOOL, WITH LENNY AND THE TABLET-HYSTS. THEN CAME WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM AT FRIENDLY ICE CREAM RESTAURANTS OF NORTHEAST PHILADELPHIA.

YOU JERKOFFS ARE ALL NUTS. WHEN YOU GET DONE WITH ALL THIS SHIT, HOW 'BOUT WIPING MY DIRTY FUCKING ASS, YO?????????

WATCH YOUR DIRTY MOUTH, BABY!!!

THAT'S TELLENEM' MERRY H. MY BEST TO MOM AND SANTA CLAUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NIGHTY NIGHT FOLKS, AND WEEEEEE AND WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ALL SAVANTS KNOW THIS WELL; 'THE END'!!!