The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": CHAPTER 115, HIFISAF

Oh wow did I have some wild dreaming experiences in the hyperspace last freaking night, lads and lassies.

It's feeling like 95 degrees at just past noon on this dam Saturday, with actual temperature being 86 and a high humidity of 70 percent.

'HIFISAF'---AMP---1995-2015 ©

HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE

CHAPTER 115

© Mark Wayne Mohr (BOM) 2006-2015

MORIANITY, AND AMP

I WILL TAKE YOU TO ENDLESS WATERFALLS; DIANA!

That is until you take me back to any room in the sun, be it 1802 Robin Hill, or the bigger place just 93 million miles further away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Robin Hill Apartments - Voorhees, New Jersey 08043

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JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, YO SURFER-FONTY.

Speaking of wild dreaming interactions, let me go on now to tell you mine from last night, with Paula King, and the rest of my wild miserable family, Mister Steve Nonnews Harvey sir!

It did not take place at 1802 but it did take place in an inverted scramble of these four digits, in Narberth, Pennsylvania, USA, if indeed this was the name over in that parallel reality, and it might have been, or not, as you never can tell unless you see or hear proof that things in that parallel are equal to here. I speak of 1208 Greentree Lane. My Cuzz Sandy and also my Cuzz Carol, both grew up in that house, up very high on a suburban Philadelphia hill, overlooking another Studio-Park, with all of the great antenna's that broadcast most if not all of the Philly radio and television signals, or did before a lot of mandatory digital crap was enacted. But this story only is starting, and I am going to have to really compress it or it wouldn't get told until Halloween rolled around.

There was a swimming pool in the back yard in that universe, unlike over here. My Aunt and uncle discussed putting on in their rear yard, but that remained only talk. There were a huge bunch of peeps over at the house, many of my relatives as well as many peeps I know and all sorts of other buttwipe folks also. I only know it was early middish evening and it was in the summer time, and most everyone was outside in the pool. Both of my daughters, MY and PEE were there, and so was Patty-Paula, along with my first and second girl cousins, except for Cali resident Carol who is my Cousin Sandy's sister, and many people who were friends of a lot of these folks listed. Two strange dudes who were making lots of weird sounds out in the pool, seemed to find themselves brought in by a really tall and muscular man who I don't know from Adam-Dogshit, and he had placed them both into one of the three bedrooms, together on a bed, and they were moaning and groaning as if in pain. I am clueless to what that was all about, despite remembering hearing the big dude telling all three of my second cousins, The twins, named Stacey Alice and I forget her sister's name, and then the younger sister, Jeri. Long Story Short (LSS), Paula and I were talking right around this same time, standing in a different bedroom, looking outside the window at the crowded pool with a lot of peeps there, and you could hear voices and water splashing, like you would at any crowded pool party. The thing that stayed with me the most was Patty-Paula telling me about how I only had half the cosmic story right, and she was going to enlighten me. I remember sitting down on the side of the large bed in the master bedroom, and she then sat down in a chair facing me about four feet away. She told me that when the void blew into the plank, and later blew out into hyperspace; true intellect went furthest out into this expansion, that biblical scholars describe as the Third-Heavens. This is where only the most powerful entities of both good and evil had dreamed out so to speak. The less intense ones were lawtronically fixed to work their way in closer and back towards the plank or Astral Realm. We only have a limited tiny amount of these positive and negative fields surrounding us, that make things both good as well as bad, when they interact with carbon based physical life entities, or homosapiens. The further out, the higher or stronger the intensity of positive and negative, or for us biological entities, the good and the evil forces would surround us and operate through us. Nothing ever operated in a neutral field, and all things that we think and do from the very start to the very stop of all of our lifetimes, all of it is thrust into us, by these forces of cosmos that if we were not human and carbon based, would merely be electromagnetically pulsed charges of positive and negative polarities. Now I admit that there is a major towel seepage effect here with all of this. Mikey called back and was much nicer to me last evening, and we got talking about how he did not believe anything happens to human vessels as he call us, independently of God or Satan and forces that direct our paths and lives. There is of course a biblical teaching about a limited free will. If you try and choke yourself to death with a full will to accomplish it, you will be stopped by various forces that begin to surround you and your proximity. The pain and the inability to breathe, and things such as this, causes you to let go of your throat, should you try such a horrible thing. This is one example I can think of to explain total free will, verses the reality of limited free will. Each time things appear to be really close to a nuke disaster, in the recent past here on Earth, more UFO siting's seem to parallel those times and events as well. One can wonder as a result of this seemingly continual pattern and parallel, if some larger force watching us would be forced to interfere and stop us from blowing up our entire global society, if we were ever to stupid, and agreed to allow such a catastrophe to occur. I of course do not believe in extraterrestrials the same way that those who do believe it, do. Still, I never said something cannot make itself happen to appear as if that was the reality around us, even if an entirely different reality was truly behind those magical OZ-CURTAINS.

Yes people; that was one hell of a wild dream, and there was a lot more to it, but the only part I wanted to blog about, was the part where PP-Senior told me what she did, because this has been discussed on other blogs, only never with that exact spin on it that she had put on it, inside that powerful hyperspace interaction experience, or HIE. Translation, (HIE = Dreaming).

My life is beyond mother fucking hell; Doctor Skoda, great drummers from Hal Blaine and your young protégé, fowl summer camp soapy mouth language, and all of this and more, notwithstanding. As for the powerful stuff I will be telling, I new that what was in my mind would cause a powerful HIE to happen, and indeed, I was 100% totally correct. But just who is the great Patty-Paula King, Queen of Exploratronics and Shape-Shifting/Doppelganger Manipulating Somnambulism; as I now refer to this as, or for short, (SSDMS). The word sdemiss would be a good pronunciation for the abbreviation of this SSDMS, so Morianity and AMP is now going to create this word, and use it in future blogging texts, most likely; WEEEEEEEEE!!!! But is it not super ass interesting that when you go to add this word to the Spell-Checker dictionary, one of the possible error prompts listed to click on in case you misspelled a real word, is demises??????????? I mean, if Patty-Paula cannot cause the demises of anyone she so chooses; by golly gash darn gee fucking willagars whiz, who the fuck can, YO?

The sixties hippies talked a lot about peace, love, rockin-roll music, and flower-power. Who am I to not remember this great movement?

James Bond, and the inner child of humanity, wow; what a wild and ethereal combination of split realities. Lots of my songs from the eighties, or the lyrics to them; come to mind as I think about all of that, peeps. Screen names, screens, old blogs; and me making phone calls to Mister Gates and Mister Mets, huh United States Copyright Office? Wow, was Donna Gaines Summer correct, when she said ''Daddy said stay away''. You know I sent you her old shit, YO. I already lived up here, and knew this entire mess; but I was blocking it. We all block the bad shit we know via STM. I am no different at all from any of you, other than for the simple truth that I don't block the awareness of this all existing and being a part of reality, not a psych delusion that is created out of a mental fucking illness. Here is mental illness, Dave Roth, right up there, right there on 295 highway, out to the fucking east on that night in the early nineties, there's all the mental fucking illness you can ever dare to handle, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Well, it looks like you will be taking a lot of my money soon, United States Copyright Office. I must stop thinking I am in any real world with any real peeps who care one real little bit if I should live or die. Just keep close tabs on me and never let me escape, wow, it is always in the art, and I don't think it, I know it, and I hope you keep your dam job in Washington for 100 mother fucking years, you go lady!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.

Ads in newspapers, ruin a lot of people's lives. I for one am totally dead, and I have bleed out nice and red, for all of the sharks who swim in the sea, to come over and take a nice bite out of me, or maybe two, or even three; tee-hee!!!

Then there are the human sharks as well; so please folks; don't even get me started with those yesterday jerk offs, like Tracy Ullman, and Chris 501 Blues Blum, great folks; and whoever/whatever is really out here, right SSJKK-ISIS? SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT! Oh Jesus Christ Almighty, YO, 'no Stacey for me'!!!! Only other Kennedy's, and nightmare songs, that I would fucking sing to myself, every fucking rotten ass time I had to drive past that cunt chewing fucking 'MOUNT CONSTRUCTION COMPANY', the gods; what a poor slob I am, earring Joan-95, split pants and brake dance, and all of it. YUK. How to rob a bank without a gun, give me a break. How much have the banks robbed all of fucking us for the past half fucking century with their bullshit????? There are more than one of you out there, Mister Cable, right Cousin Donald? AND PLEASE TELL THAT WICKED WITCH SARAH, TO RELEASE ME FROM ALL OF HER LIGHTHOUSE PRISONS; SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR!

Oh boy oh boy oh boy, Mom and Mashell Daniels!!!!

Above you will find yours truly, and on my right side is the lovely and awesome Attorney General of Florida, Mizz Pam Bondi, beyond red hot!!!!!! On my left side, is the great and powerful non-OZ-wizard, Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, of Saint Lucie County, here in Florida, USA. So WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!