MAY
26, 2015,
TUESDAY
AFTERNOON AT 1:03,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 86 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 63%, FEELING LIKE 93.
DAILY
RANGE-----(H-86/L-75).
WINDS
ARE E AT 18, AND GUSTING TO 23.
Those
keeping great secrets,
figured out a very powerful way, of dealing with those who threaten
their control and might, by way of exposure; are merely labeled
''crazy
people''.
All anyone has to do is ponder a small amount of time on this deadly
truth, and they cannot help but to see this nightmare is all real and
true. Going on and on with this, serves absolutely no purpose. The
media does not believe this, and thinks I am about as
'crackpot-city' as it gets. The problem with a few of us out here, is
that we learn how to show that they can go on with their antics all
they want to, but stuff we claim is real, cannot be totally
discredited. This is why my meds were taken away from me. Think about
it. I thought the AMA, and their industry, wanted
to push meds on people,
not to take them away from them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, we all know
this is the case, only with me, they know they can get away with
covert murder, by taking this very necessary medication away from me,
and when I fucking dared to shout out just a wee bit too much abnd
then do those recordings here in Florida at BonJovi's cuzz, Tony, at
Avalon Studios of Port Saint Lucie; this was curtains for
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
do not have anything to prove. Although I would of course like to
save my life, I grow less hopeful with the passing of days, that this
evil empire will not TOTALLY COVERTLY DESTROY AND ELIMINATE ME, as
they do many others before me and will after me! I know for a fact,
that people on DEATH ROW for brutally murdering cops or kids or
whatever their heinous crime may be; do not suffer this much agony
and excruciating fucking hell, when a small little pill can stop that
suffering and alleviate their suffering. And I never was convicted of
anything beyond traffic offenses as a new driver, that's road traffic
peeps, not drug traffic, YO BOO. Bail your own ass out of Mascara's
hospitality sweet, back in OHM-10, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2015.
Probably,
this Joe Paget Syndrome as I have come to call it, is why no one ever
chooses
to believe one word that I say on this ten year blog project, kind
folks, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 158
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OF 7 AM, 26 MAY, 2015, BIO BLOG STATS:
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BOM 'BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN'
2006-2015
MARK WAYNE MOHR
So
for those billions that don't know what a GAME-OVER-DEMAND
is; let me put it in a unique way for all of you viewing this. A
G.O.D.
Is not to be worshiped; it is to be requested. Don't confuse a G.O.D.
With a GOD or any of the Astral-Plane GODS, and especially the
greatest of them all, Sarah (Lordess) Neecee (Stacey) of the great
KRASSLE family, owners of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, capitol city of
PHASE-2-REALITY! SAR and LORD are the same concept in ancient
language here on the waking Earth Planet, as well as Astrally.
In
any case, I demanded a G.O.D. And you cannot demand twice, as it
offends many of the great Astral-Plane gods, folks, and I know. I
remember a lot of my life out in the Purgatory. IPYT!!!!!!!!!!
Pivgwattareey is an Astral Word that means Astral plane in waking
world Earth English, in Province Olympia, the capitol province. And
then this translates into the purgatory.
Now
let's move this along. A man came up to me out of nowhere, and told
me things that were beyond what any human being could ever know even
today, let alone four dam decades back into time. If I told too much
about this man, the Milituforce would murder me today and would not
wait for nature to take its course after cutting off my medical
supply of 32 years. Still, without going further on right now, about
John King, and his very magical daughter and radio station owner
multi-millionaire, and their family; comprising thousands of
extremely special and powerful people, who when viewed collectively,
are more powerful than ten Trump's; I cannot even get one single
person to take me seriously about all this washcloth clan have done
to me now for a solid half century, so why get sicker and hurt even
worse by trying to tell anything? This would be, to quote David
Charles Roth, the latengrate, “The epitome of
stupidity”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So I will not go here.
Maybe
Julia White and other alter-egos of this great lady (Paula King) has
her red and white version of all ideas, and books, and bobs, and
goddess help me after I post this. Even the dam ass © examiners that
reviewed my 1994 book-project, “The Permission Barrier”, know
that this couldn't all be made up, not even in th esickest and most
mentally deluded and psychotic mind on the planet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Again, IPYT folks.
I
have a super minidroid invasion, (insect). Even as I speak, one of
these nasty little fucking jerk off things tried to fly up my right
cunt sucking nostril. What a hell hole place I am stuck in, Aunt
Alice Lookingjohns from 1969 and 1948. Yes, great Jerusalem was
reestablished, and a few months before it was on that same 48 year;
my Aunt Alice Gallagher was murdered while she slept in her Boston,
Mass Suburban home in Braintree, by her hubby and my mom's CUZZ, the
son of Herbert Huntington, good old hanging in there Hammonton
Blucran Sir ARTHUR. No round tables, no squared ones, no formulas, no
nothing, not no how, OZWALD GOZZWALD GOTTWALD of 175 Peninsula Drive,
Babylon, New York, USA-ESMWG, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
cannot help my glandular condition from 1983, as the GAP
WASHCLOTH INVADERS FROM DUBLIN know only too well
is all true. But I at least try and do all I can, to keep a nice
apartment, and to keep myself groomed and smelling right. Hay Bruce
Alan Monopoly-Cheating Pennock; I am not perfect, but dam it, I sure
try hard, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
is all just reality, folks!!!!!!!!
Why
don't I ever feel merry, Merry?????????
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
Let me
tell you a little up front shit, great people. I along with many
others have been placed on the CRAZY-LIST. This is merely something
like another of many cover-events figured out in the White House
Situation Room or the Pentagon War Room, all the Emergency Station of
Fort Meade, MD, USA, Never Say
Anything Club (NSA). All of what modern
day psychology was supposed to evolve into, after the giants in their
field and pioneers, such as Dock Freud; became quite intentionally
perverted. Those keeping great secrets figured out a very powerful
way of dealing with those who threaten their control and might by way
of exposure; are merely ''crazy people''. All anyone has to do is
ponder a small amount of time on this deadly truth, and they cannot
help but to see this nightmare is all real and true. Going on and on
with this, serves absolutely no purpose. The media does not believe
this, and thinks I am about as 'crackpot-city' as it gets. The
problem with a few of us out here, is that we learn how to show that
they can go on with their antics all they want to, but stuff we claim
is real, cannot be totally discredited. This is why my meds were
taken away from me. Think about it. I thought the AMA and this
industry wanted to push meds on people, not to take them away from
them.
MAY
26, 2015,
TUESDAY
MORNING AT 7:32,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 79 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 82%, FEELING LIKE 84.
DAILY
RANGE-----(H-79/L-75).
WINDS
ARE ESE AT 6, GUSTING TO 10.
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 157
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2015.
Memories
are not really understood by people. I am no genius but I can shed
some interesting light on the topic because of how it fits into my
own unique personal situation in life here in waking world reality,
whatever that truly is. A little tiny adjustment to what you all
think is real about life and memories and so much stuff relating to
all of that, and you would see shit that would change the way you
live and conduct your entire life. Probably, this Joe Paget Syndrome
as I have come to call it, is why no one ever tries to make that
adjustment. These things are built into the very circuitry of the
system we all live inside of, or the realm of Lawtronics, AKA the 7th
Dimension, by Morianity's teachings.
I
also wish to make another point clear. There is not a whole lot of
difference between using the I-Ching Meditations as was shown on the
great television show of the sixties, “DARK SHADOWS”, and the
Exploratronic Supermind Society. All of these I-Ching users, as per
the show and not what you will read in library books; are individual
dream-travelers. Count me among this great and really cool group. But
many have organized, and since travel means travel, any time ahead of
us or behind us in any parallel universe in hyperspace, has many of
these organized folks, and for all I know they are called the
Zulahatians, but I gave them the abbreviated name of the ESS, on my
particular blogs.
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BOM---BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
So
for those billions that don't know what a GAME-OVER-DEMAND is; let me
put it in a unique way for all of you viewing this. It was 1974 in
July somewhere, and I was approaching the end of a five and three
quarter year stay and second longest stay anywhere in my 121
semi-annums of life as present-me-MWM, at the Dellway Arms
Apartments, in Oaklyn, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG. I went down for a three
night stay at a rooming house near where today, the Tropicana Casino
stood after being built in the eighties and I know the building is
still there, even though I have heard numerous casinos have shut down
since my coming here to Florida late in twenty-OHM-nine.
Some family company you have here Dancer Shirley
Crows!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hi
yourself, kiddo!!!!!!!
So I am staying on Stenton Place in Southern Atlantic City at age
nineteen and a half, on a mini vacation, in a rooming house owned by
a lady named Selena Dada. Not GAGA, but this is enough to make
someone go a lot more than gaga at the go-go bars of pre-disco days,
and all pre-doo doo doo days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
let's move this along. A man came up to me out of nowhere, and told
me things that were beyond what any human being could ever know even
today, let alone four dam decades back into time. For those too young
to know this, it was a another planet back there, if you were not in
the fifties through the seventies, you really are on Planet-Next.
There just is no way to get through and explain it. You know or you
don't know, and to quote John Redstatehail Henningsen; “It's just
that simple”. So this dude of about age forty-five give or take,
not only knew stuff that was beyond THE
TWILIGHT ZONE,
but seemed to make it a point to tell me a lot about it; and he also
seemed to come and go, out of nowhere. I was on a beach near Central
Pier in Atlantic City, near what I used to call as a youth, Ziggy's
Jetty. It is physically not possible from where I was to come and go
in the wink of an eye. Suddenly he was there, then telling me wild
shit, and then just as suddenly, he was gone. I turned away a couple
seconds, and POOF, Mister Harry Potter again. How I wish I could
enjoy Hogwarts the way that all of you out here can do. To me, that
shit is just a normal part of my every fuckiGN day life. WOW that
fuckiGN jerk off door slammer is on a roll to fuckiGN annoy me since
he got back around five last evening. He is really slamming and it is
not even barely eight in the dam morning. It has been going on a good
half hour, Sheriff Ken Mascara, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But it
doesn't end here. I went back a short while later to the room I was
staying at, at Selena Dada's place, and suddenly, this entire huge
thing just revealed itself to me out of nowhere, and it called
itself, the “LAW OF ONE”. This is where I just learned about ZDT,
or Zero-Dimensional-Technology. The knowledge just came into my head,
and all psychiatrists insist that believing things like that is
delusional and that this is merely a psychotic break with reality.
Hey, call it whatever you fucking like, head shrink industry, IT
HAPPENED THE FUCK TO ME!!!!!!!!! But during these times, where this
man appeared out of nowhere; my mom was working with a wild coworker
named Patricia Hollister. She is the reason I was able to learn the
secrets of the great FASCITAR. She put me onto so many things, and
the joke of it all is that if someone were to ask her, she would say,
I hardly knew the little prick. She would be right, but she would be
wrong. This is my version of the Temple of the Dragnet and the
Expanded Mind. Maybe Julia White and other alter-egos of this great
lady (Paula King) has her red and white version of all ideas, and
books, and bobs, and goddess help me after I post this, and this is
only 1% of the truth, and if I say more, I will be killed in here,
TODAY, by THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me now go and wash my hands
'OK-OK-OK' Cousin David????? And W—O—W THAT, Lenny McKinnon!
I
have a super minidroid invasion, but that is to be expected. Every
time my disgusting trash nabes go away a few days, and then come
back; they bring the roaches and drunk bugs and other gross shit back
with them; and it never fucking fails. I only get up set because I am
always told I am not clean and I stink. I cannot help my glandular
condition from 1983, as the GAP
WASHCLOTH INVADERS FROM DUBLIN know only too well
is all true. But I at least try and do all I can, to keep a nice
apartment, and to keep myself groomed and smelling right. All these
cunt chewing mother fuckers attack me, and say
that I AM THE BAD FUCKING GUY all the time,
when it is the other way around; and this has persisted for an
agonizing dick licking lifetime now, and I am sick and tired of this
fuckiGN dam ass mistreatment. Animals don't get treated like I do;
and that is why I
turn off the ASPCA commercials,
as I am sick and tired of these assholes, trying to lay a guilt trip
on poor people, to part us from our tiny little few bucks we need to
survive; and give it to some fuckiGN ass animals. God says in the
bible that humans are first. But what God says in America does not
matter any more, and around the world. We all know how God feels
about unnatural love, and I am not going to go there. I don't give a
fuck what any of you do; I am quoting scriptures. Yell
at Sarah-Stacey fuckiGN Jehovah Krassle, don't call me up and scream
at fuckiGN cunt eating me, YO YO YO YO!!!
This
is all just reality, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why
don't I ever feel merry, Merry????????????????
Why
don't I ever feel merry, Merry????????????????
Why
don't I ever feel merry, Merry????????????????
Why
don't I ever feel merry, Merry????????????????
Why
don't I ever feel merry, Merry????????????????
Why
don't I ever feel merry, Merry????????????????
Why
don't I ever feel merry, Merry????????????????
Why
don't I ever feel merry, Merry????????????????
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
DEAR
EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY:
I
DESIRE ANOTHER ATTEMPT AT INITIATION IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE COMCAST.
THANK YOU FOR HEARING MY REQUEST. BUT
NO PAULA KING'S!
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around five on Monday evening, my dirt bag nabe that loves to make
door-noise got home and let me know it. It was a nice peaceful
holiday for th e most part without him. Oh well, say Levy. Dawn
would say 25-134 in coded form, or to quote her more accurately,
“It is what it is”, and she is totally correct.
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around five on Monday evening, my dirt bag nabe that loves to make
door-noise got home and let me know it. It was a nice peaceful
holiday for th e most part without him. Oh well, say Levy. Dawn
would say 25-134 in coded form, or to quote her more accurately,
“It is what it is”, and she is totally correct.
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Diana,
my lovely giant coil; please tell the ESS as I call them, to give
me another initiation. They refused to give me the GO-DEMAND,
requested by me in 2006.
AFTER
MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3
(AMP)
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 156
Suddenly,
the voice of Gemma overtook the system, and only her voice could
be heard. She said that she did not appreciate being killed, and
that PEE would pay for this. Then like in a zombie movie, her dead
body in a trance like state began climbing out of the pool and
walking over towards PEE. I ran over to try and stop her, and she
struck me in my solar plexus with the force of a fucking freight
train, and I doubled over totally windless and unable to inhale a
breath, falling further and all the way down to a fetal type
position gasping. PEE walked over to her and punched her in her
face so hard, that her entire face was no longer recognizable,
looking more like a very large broken egg without any yellow
color. Then PEE literally picked Gemma up, all 230 pound of her, a
girl made of nothing but powerful muscle, all six feet of her; and
she threw her 30 yards through the air crashing her against the
house, right on the hard bricks, and also near enough to the
dining room windows to totally shatter all of them out with a loud
shrill chilling frightening sound. Both of her legs were broken.
Please, no more violent shit, oh GAP TAWF CLAN!
If
anyone on Planet Earth knows and has the fucking ability to verify
my true story, ALL OF IT, it is the mother fucking UNITED STATES
FREAKING COPYRIGHT OFFICE DOWN IN WASHINGTON, FREAKING, DISTRICT
OF FREAKING COLUMBIA, BRO!!!
When
the second lady tried to get the light off of my cable box with
her remote control operation from the office, the entire cable
went out and many strange things happened. Now this was here in
this universe. But in another one, I was told to take a letter
upto a Comcast Building, along a windy twisty road with large
dangerous and menacing animals roaming all over it. I pussied out
and did a Kenny Rogers County Coward. Now I hope for another
chance. Maybe the electron will let ESS know that I am asking for
another chance. Who can ever really know, Mister Al-Owl-Ouch?
The
story told on the internet, as well as on many BERMUDA TRIANGLE
DOCUMENTARIES, pales in comparison to the GAP Exploratronic
Supermind Society.
This
evil fucking family wants war with me, fine. How many secrets
about many of them do I know, that they wish to the gods I did not
know????????? If you are out here Ann and Paula King, I have been
around and seen a lot, but rarely if ever do I encounter this low
bottom feeding scourge. How do either one of you sleep at night??
MAY
26, 2015,
TUESDAY
MORNING AT 1:02,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 76 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 91% AND IT FEELS 80.
RANGE
YESTERDAY------(H-87/L-75).
WIND
IS ESE AT 7, WITH GUSTS TO 23.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
Yes
sir Dennis Snyder; I
wish I had never done that 1983 remake song, called, “YOU'LL BE
CROSSING OVER”!!!!!
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
THE
GREAT AWESOME TWB,
YOU GOTTA' LUVEM!
What
the fuck's wrong with you dude, I'm the one burning up in eternal
fucking hell?
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Oh well folks, Jenny
Plageman surrounded me with Stacey's, and Dawn ended up surrounded by
casket walls she can never escape from. Ring that bell Joan Bennett
Lizzy Stoddard!
Either
way and any way; I watch out for Paula and her threats on me; the
first one carried out in 1967, the next one in 1996, the next one in
2009; and the most recent one in 2015, last night.
END
TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CORA
IN OZ SAID IT BEST; I'M MELTING!
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