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Aug
25, 2015 ... Stomach ulcers are painful sores in the stomach
lining or small intestine. ... If you have an actively bleeding
ulcer, you'll likely be hospitalized ...
www.healthline.com/health/stomach-ulcer
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Oct
14, 2015 ... Peptic ulcers are painful sores in the lining of the
stomach, ... Signs of a bleeding ulcer include lightheadedness,
dizziness, and black stools.
www.healthline.com/health/peptic-ulcer
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Oct
8, 2015 ... Stomach ulcers, also known as peptic or gastric
ulcers, are open sores in the ... present in the stomach, when
ulcers occur, they are often extremely painful. ... but higher
amounts of flavonoids may interfere with blood clotting.
www.healthline.com/health/natural-home-remedies-ulcers
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26, 2015 ... Gastrointestinal bleeding in the lower small
intestine, large intestine, rectum, .... Stomach ulcers are
painful sores in the stomach lining or small ...
www.healthline.com/symptom/gastrointestinal-bleeding
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nausea;
abdominal discomfort; abdominal pain; vomiting stomach contents.
Vomiting ... Such severe cases may include a bleeding ulcer or
internal injuries.
www.healthline.com/symptom/vomiting-blood
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Jun
20, 2014 ... All diabetics are at risk for developing foot pain
and ulcers. Proper foot care ... Calluses, corn, and bleeding
wounds may occur. Part 3 of 6: Risk ...
www.healthline.com/.../diabetic-foot-pain-and-ulcers-causes-treatments
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sores may appear as small, red or flesh-colored bumps and ...
pain at the site; pelvic pain; persistent pain; burning;
bleeding ...
www.healthline.com/health/genital-sores-female
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Jul
3, 2012 ... Bloody or tarry stools can indicate bleeding or other
injuries in your ... Stomach ulcers are painful sores in the
stomach lining or small intestine.
www.healthline.com/symptom/black-stools
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1, 2012 ... Occasionally, Crohn's sufferers will develop painful
sores in the mouth, known as aphthous ulcers. These oral ulcers
usually appear during a ...
www.healthline.com/health/crohns-disease/ulcers
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18, 2012 ... The ulcer may bleed or produce a contagious fluid
that can spread bacteria ... This reduces swelling and pain as
the sore heals but might cause ...
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The
internet is a lot of fun to play around with; you know, asking all
sorts of medical questions to all sorts of fucking medical web-sites.
But I have serious bleeding ulcers that were detected almost a year
ago, on my blood tests; by that prick doctor, who reneged
on his word, and would not give me one
milligram of Lorazepam daily, as he promised he would do. Now
I don't need your mother fuckiGN anti-anxiety drugs anymore, but now
I lose a lot of blood every mother fuckiGN time I take a shit. It is
probably a large stomach ulcer causing this shit, after all of the
stress and hell, I have endured in my life, for six solid fucking
cunt decades. Hey, if I am lucky enough to fucking go in my cunt
chewing sleep, GREAT. I am out of here then, and no one can ever
mother fuckiGN hurt me again, and without me to pick on, by the end
of the year, the markets WILL TOTALLY CRASH TO 1000 POINTS and be
gone forever. HA-HA-HA!!!
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Global Audience in shade-ratio viewership:
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.
You
know, that SHE'LL get me for this. Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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OOOOH
YEAH; SHE GOT ME
REALLY
'GOUUUUUUUUD'; HELEBN ZEBBY!!!!!!!!!!
Keisha
might as well have said to me that night in the early fall of 1999
when I nearly fell, down that is; “thirteen years later or not
Mark, if I say I'll give you a rel good punch, take it
seriously”!!!!!!!!!!!! I would have then proceeded to say, “Yes
ma'am!!!!!!!
Oh
she got me real gouuuuuuuud, to quote lovely red head Helen. Yeah
Prince old chemtrail fellow-sufferer and pal; I thought those bombs
went off when powerful goddess Keisha gave me that awesome monster
arm punch that night in 1999!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
SWEAR TO MOTHER FUCKIGN GODDESS ALMIGHTY, JANE PUKESHIT FONDA, I'LL
GET YOU FOR WHAT YOU DAM DID TO ME, BITCH WITH THESE COCK SUCKIGN
FUCKING ENDLESS ONES, YO YO YO YO YO, YOU MONSTER SLAPPING PILE OF
SHIT!!!!!!!!! Yes folks; she fuckiGN cunt got me again, the rotten
slut!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now for my wonderful compensated
FIVE NUMBERS!!!!!!!!!
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You
are so cunt sucking dead if we ever cross paths. JEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
you better have your powerful friend Jen with you, as anger is
boiling over with me, for you, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is going to take
her powerful muscles and great martial art moves, when I start flying
and flapping limbs, sweetie pie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HA-HA-HA-HA,
MIKE MCNULTY, YO!
HA-HA-HA-HA,
MIKE MCNULTY, YO!
HA-HA-HA-HA,
MIKE MCNULTY, YO!
HA-HA-HA-HA,
MIKE MCNULTY, YO!
HA-HA-HA-HA,
MIKE MCNULTY, YO!
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or even hexnumer (16) times; I power BLOGGER.
Gordon Gates and his cousin Willie, the Systems-Analyst MacAfee, or
however he spelled his name, all magical islands, all great shows and
entertainment, and all great islands everywhere; one truth prevails
over everything. That would be the Exploratronic
Supermind,
AKA the PEEFOREY.
The Peeforey is the P4E or the realm of the PHASE-4-ENTITY of the
PLANK (Astral-Plane). Only through this incredible fucking shit,
great folks; can all these wild things in my life, and your lives
many times whether you dam ass know it or not; be happening.
Especially right before your eyes over and over, while all of you
seemingly are 99-99.99999% blinded to this truth that surrounds you
like death if you suddenly should find yourself helpless and alone,
in a zoo cage filled with hungry lions, tigers, bears, and Dorothy
twisters from the OZ-CURTAINS!!!!!!!!!!
Threats
were made to my mom and me, on the 2nd day of August, in 1996; just a
few months after my writing the
song SARAH,
about
my lovely queen.
Just
a couple weeks before this nightmare suoper botbar fuckiGN day of 2
August in 1996, was 16 July. This began my SECOND BEAR TREND in my
life, quoting David Charles Roth, my best pal, back in them there
days of back woods hillbilly gold yer for yall to find, with no dam
miners to dam old to prospect, just minors from 10 years ago, with
extremely unforgiving personalities and natures. Geraldine and Sandy
ain't the only M-D team of Sarah Callio types, huh Moomy fucking
Deaest???????? That fucking soda spill in my Satan-Saturn car on 16
July of 1996, boy oh boy oh boy Mom, was this the end of our mother
fuckiGN life, YO LADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jesus
dam Christ in Dogtown-USA; even unforgettable N. K. Cole might have
taken it easier on me, but as all islanders know with their dam ass
hickey sticks of all ultra high frequency analogue television
stations of those older days; “God'll
get you for this, Mark”,
hey I'm just sayin' that she said that to me on th edam phone, and
the real kicker was, I was clueless that she had already screwed with
me in more ways than one. Like WOW on dam steroids.
I
wrote Sarah, the song, on the 12th day of May, of 1996; and my search
and quest to locate my lovely teen queen super girl, was less than a
year old. There is so much 2 tell all of U regarding this, and I'll
get 2 it all, but first, gotta admit that it is a bit weird that
August 1, of 2006, ten years later to the day except for 24 hours,
and I am physically threatened again. If this dude keeps messing with
me, it'll B his funeral!!!!!!!! I have no time for asshole teen
bully's. Go get a fucking job you slob, as a dam Sumo-Wrestler,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Chapter 49 Just Call Me Poor-Whittle Ugly Old Joe Shmo, Who's Out of 'his' SPACE-TIME-MIND!
How
about a more powerful date such as 19 August in 2006? A god dam
helicopter can turn itself into the North Star. Well, it did on my
watch, up at mother fuckiGN dick licking Cifaloglio, and to quote
Mister Rigsby Senior's lovely friend; “I'm lyin', I'm dyin'”!!!!
Is
Your Doctor a Memorial Doctor?
Is
Your Doctor a Memorial Doctor?
Is
Your Doctor a Memorial Doctor?
Is
Your Doctor a Memorial Doctor?
Is
Your Doctor a Memorial Doctor?
Is
Your Doctor a Memorial Doctor?
Is
Your Doctor a Memorial Doctor?
Is
your lab-technician an ESS traveler, or just the Almighty Goddess of
this multiverse? My cousin thinks one of us is, Ron Wirtz, and Kenny
Mascara!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
hate your fucking guts for what you did to me; Mister
BonJovi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Basically, this began the other side of
the curtains for me, and you can tell Emy-Louise Cicone, that I said
so; now or fucking 32 years and six months ago, YO!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
The
Bum
Classification,
CHAPTER
00007
OCTOBER
25, 2015,
SUNDAY
AFTENOON AT 1:18,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 81 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE TODAY------(H-82/L-75).
WIND
IS ESE AT 14, WITH GUSTING TO 16.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 69%, FEELING LIKE 85.
Inmate
Alice Ciminelli said it all, on the greatest mother fucking dick
licking law show, to ever grace the lands of television; Dick
Wooooooolf's Law & Order. She said,
referring to the prison guards (Correction Officers or CO's for
short), “They have all the power”!
Folks, fuck the dam CO's. The people in this classification and
category, can be thought of as the
quintessential anti-bums. They also are known as 'AKA',
the WORLD OWNERS/CONTROLLERS, YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO. You only thought you knew these fuckiGN dam truths
so well, lovely Donna Summer, oh latengrate one. Mister
big shot. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT! Cut me a
giant jerked off break pweeeeeeeeeeze, Mizz Margie Leo from goddess
dam 1985, YO. TANKS!!!!
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NO
SIR; H-A-C-K-E-D----INTERNET!!!!
Maybe
it's your browser, YO. And then again, maybe it's your knees;
Mark Wayne Mohr. Actually my lovely goddess Gina didn't say
''maybe''. She knew when we were playing
BABYSITTER that day at the hotel I used to work at in 1984 and into
early 1985, The McIntosh Motor Inn of Mount Laurel, New Jersey, USA,
that it was my puny weak body giving out as she pushed against me,
and I went straight into the wall. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Drama queen am I? Bite me Detective Green, as I said, Jim Burr!!!!!!!
There
will be some punishment for this shit,
AND
I TOTALLY PROMISE YOU THAT, YO!!!!
Monday, July 30, 2007
BLOG NUMBER 7
RATS, TATS,
AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL----- BLOG #7 ---- 073007.694
Muzak harassment and teasing shit is back and has been back 4 a week or so. U walk into any store that has this connection, and they start in fucking with me. Many tall girls R all over me everywhere I go, way beyond the average heights 4 women and I know the statistics of percentages of women and girls over 5 and one half feet in height. They know that I have been the victim of giant sluts and have had the fuck knocked out of me by quite a few of them, the first two being while attending the NJNPI in Princeton, NJ, forced 2 go there in the 6th grade, 4 absolutely no good reason at all.
Muzak harassment and teasing shit is back and has been back 4 a week or so. U walk into any store that has this connection, and they start in fucking with me. Many tall girls R all over me everywhere I go, way beyond the average heights 4 women and I know the statistics of percentages of women and girls over 5 and one half feet in height. They know that I have been the victim of giant sluts and have had the fuck knocked out of me by quite a few of them, the first two being while attending the NJNPI in Princeton, NJ, forced 2 go there in the 6th grade, 4 absolutely no good reason at all.
I was
playing roulette one day with Jim Burr, a friend of mine at the
time in early 1983, and suddenly an announcement came over the
system where the music is played throughout the floors, hall,
even the elevators, that said and I quote, “OK, the name of
this song is”. Then they preceded 2 play the song, and they
never do this, nor did they ever B4 or since. I had just sent a
song to the US © Office the prior month where I open one of
the songs that I had recently then written called, DON’T EF
AROUND WITH MAGNETICS, and opened it up by saying ,”OK the
name of this song is don’t ef around with magnetics”. Don’t
fucking tell me what I am dreaming up in my sick psychotic
deluded imagination, as I know what is real and what is not, in
fact I am quite the fucking expert on this subject, and screw
all of U that think otherwise!!!
Last
night’s “L&O” show killed me, the episode where the
battered wife who was let off in Nora’s DA administration,
where hubby said to the wife that he was going to kill her and
then go to Hawaii. This Admitantly is precisely how I feel
about all of my human world enemies. I know right from wrong,
and never plan to break the law.
I need
to say once more that most people will just never get it, and
this is nobody’s fault. It is lawtronically fixed and
controlled, and nothing that I can ever say or do can ever hope
2 alter that reality, put more biblically, I am chasing the
wind, I am being as futile as Captain Picard’s attempt to
fight the Borg. So Y do I keep trying and blogging? Well, I
guess it has a lot 2 do with basic human nature, and I am as
human as any of U in Phase 3, dreaming down from astrallity. We
all have human nature to keep surviving and fighting things
that we perceive 2B against us or negatively effecting us,
whether it B real or imagined. But as I said in Blog #5, and
now in reiteration, when U can go to a VERET or have one in
your home later, just as movies came first and later on came
the ‘home theatre’ VIRTUAL REALITY THEATRE, and go into the
movie with some type of brain connection system that needs not
B further teck-talked about now as it is not germane to the
issue, there will B the introduction level and later on, the
ultimate level. The ultimate level connects your mind to the
program and also erases any memory of who U were B4 connecting
in, or put a bit differently in LMM movie, “jacking in”.
Just up the idea by one mental dimension and it is easy as piss
juice to C how dreaming down to human world life from truer
astral existence is what is happening. My problem is that I am
the thought that is all this, yet I exist inside it here and
now with full and total Arnie Schwarzenegger recall, in fact
anyone trying to take any of MORIANITY seriously has this movie
on their absolute MUST LIST viewing!!!
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Rats, Tats, and Playing Real Football
RATS,
TATS, AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL, BLOG #5 ---- 072407.639
OK, no games. This is for the bored to tears gods, not me, NO GAMES. Some real truths R about 2 come out, and if it lessens anyone’s opinion of me, tough, it is true and I am not proud of everything my life is about, but neither most likely R all of U. Forces have let me know through major things that cannot B described in this blog so that I will not B typing here at Mr. Himacane’s 4 10 or 20 straight hours. Do not worry, it will get told enough to count, and will B abridged but not 2 the point where anything important will get omitted.
B4 going on, thank U so much my lovely DZA 4 coming around the last 2 times at my residence, bringing me your beautiful and magnificent lightning. I would give anything in order to die in the electric chair and leave this horrific nightmare behind, but Jeb Bush of Florida will not even let me sit in the prison chair, I am quite sure. I cry every day that I must endure life here in this endless fucking prison.
OK, no games. This is for the bored to tears gods, not me, NO GAMES. Some real truths R about 2 come out, and if it lessens anyone’s opinion of me, tough, it is true and I am not proud of everything my life is about, but neither most likely R all of U. Forces have let me know through major things that cannot B described in this blog so that I will not B typing here at Mr. Himacane’s 4 10 or 20 straight hours. Do not worry, it will get told enough to count, and will B abridged but not 2 the point where anything important will get omitted.
B4 going on, thank U so much my lovely DZA 4 coming around the last 2 times at my residence, bringing me your beautiful and magnificent lightning. I would give anything in order to die in the electric chair and leave this horrific nightmare behind, but Jeb Bush of Florida will not even let me sit in the prison chair, I am quite sure. I cry every day that I must endure life here in this endless fucking prison.
The
enemy is trying 2 get me out on the street and homeless, first
by my losing my job, and secondly, my disability benefits.
Callio scum will not quit, nor will his pals Martino, McGuire,
Trump, Snyder, Summer, the NO SUCH AGENCY [NSA], and the CRAZY
INTELLIGENT ALIENS [CIA].
Thursday, 5 days back in MW4-D on 071907, the siege got off the scale bad. It is literally LIFE THREATENING BAD, and includes constant air siege with poisonous chemtrailing, planes, choppers, U name it and it’s being done 2 me, as well as major attacks on my physical body causing horrendous diarrhea attacks and irregular heart rhythms, and the list does not stop here. I am getting constant loud clicks on my landline telephone line, interruptions and cut-ins, and major civil rights violations, plus continuing attacks with my home theatre, static and mono side cut outs, a trick that scum bag covert agencies have been using on me since 1982 or around there somewhere. What makes no sense at all is the occasional lack of “pussy-command” as U have heard me somewhat impolitely term this weird situation, which is none other than a strange parallel event resulting from a long constant siege with sky persecution and harassment. I told U all blog readers, how in 1983 they [some covert black or gray file agency], was on my line while I was out at an eye doctor getting fitted for contact lenses in Narberth, PAUSAESMWG, the same town where cousin Sandy grew up at 1208 Greentree Lane, and met the Callio scum girl gang in 1967, via a complex series of orders coming straight down from the then Shaw of Iran.
Tattle tailing huh; try this on 4 fucking size mister President, ol’ buddy. What U do is your own business, and as long as UR my president, I believe it is my civic duty 2 stand behind U and your decisions, but first off, the reason that U have a bigger mess on your hands than many an administration has is quite simple. Derr?????????? U don’t think I know every member of your cabinet, sir, I make it my business 2 know things that I know contain major significant to the future of this planet’s survival. I know that a cousin of Frank and Sarah Callio, is on your cabinet, and I have known it since U appointed the dude. Still, may I take a moment 2 wish U well, I hold no grudges, and hope all goes well with your recent medical situation. I am just a bit concerned that U may not know exactly how deep all of this goes, UR dealing with a family that makes ‘space aliens’ in contrast, appear as tame!!!!!!!!! I can only tell Blogger and Google and the Pyre Labs what I know, after that, if U choose to ignore what I say, this is a matter of personal choice, and one that I will gladly fight and die to this day 4 your rights and mine, on any battlefield in the world, in order 2 preserve.
Thursday, 5 days back in MW4-D on 071907, the siege got off the scale bad. It is literally LIFE THREATENING BAD, and includes constant air siege with poisonous chemtrailing, planes, choppers, U name it and it’s being done 2 me, as well as major attacks on my physical body causing horrendous diarrhea attacks and irregular heart rhythms, and the list does not stop here. I am getting constant loud clicks on my landline telephone line, interruptions and cut-ins, and major civil rights violations, plus continuing attacks with my home theatre, static and mono side cut outs, a trick that scum bag covert agencies have been using on me since 1982 or around there somewhere. What makes no sense at all is the occasional lack of “pussy-command” as U have heard me somewhat impolitely term this weird situation, which is none other than a strange parallel event resulting from a long constant siege with sky persecution and harassment. I told U all blog readers, how in 1983 they [some covert black or gray file agency], was on my line while I was out at an eye doctor getting fitted for contact lenses in Narberth, PAUSAESMWG, the same town where cousin Sandy grew up at 1208 Greentree Lane, and met the Callio scum girl gang in 1967, via a complex series of orders coming straight down from the then Shaw of Iran.
Tattle tailing huh; try this on 4 fucking size mister President, ol’ buddy. What U do is your own business, and as long as UR my president, I believe it is my civic duty 2 stand behind U and your decisions, but first off, the reason that U have a bigger mess on your hands than many an administration has is quite simple. Derr?????????? U don’t think I know every member of your cabinet, sir, I make it my business 2 know things that I know contain major significant to the future of this planet’s survival. I know that a cousin of Frank and Sarah Callio, is on your cabinet, and I have known it since U appointed the dude. Still, may I take a moment 2 wish U well, I hold no grudges, and hope all goes well with your recent medical situation. I am just a bit concerned that U may not know exactly how deep all of this goes, UR dealing with a family that makes ‘space aliens’ in contrast, appear as tame!!!!!!!!! I can only tell Blogger and Google and the Pyre Labs what I know, after that, if U choose to ignore what I say, this is a matter of personal choice, and one that I will gladly fight and die to this day 4 your rights and mine, on any battlefield in the world, in order 2 preserve.
I was
living in Philadelphia in 1964, and attending a Baptist church
summer camp around 15th and Sampson Street, where I met a boy a
year younger than me, by the name of Michael Trollio. Whether
he is related to, or is, the dude that became a sergeant on the
Atlantic City Police Force, I am not able 2 know at present
minper. Go to the police website and click around and maybe
they have names and pix, but I knew this kid at 6 or 7, not
2/5ths of a century later. He was the toughest strongest kid at
camp, and could whoop my ass in a second. We were good buddies.
If related or he is the Sarge, maybe someone can find out
something if he is there and not retired, and attended this
church camp, go to www.acpd.com. He told me at the huge pool
one day, near the Naval Ship yard that a piano in the church
basement was magic and could affect a person, make him angry or
sad, or any mood or emotion possible could B generated by
simply playing its keys at a certain time. I was able to play a
recently done work by the great Al Hirt. When I played it I
would suddenly invent words around it and talked about things
that I could not have known about consciously, even mentioning
the Trinidad Motel. Then I would 4 no reason, burst into tears
crying like a silly baby, 4 absolutely no reason whatsoever. I
went to the Treymore Hotel with my mom after summer camp ended
in middle August, and thought it was very nice. Yet the next
year in 1965, a taxi driver took my mom and me to the TRINIDAD,
as the bus company had moved to a different location. For
complex reasons, we ended up going here for a series of 4
summers, once in late June, and once in mid-late August, of the
summers of 1965, 1966, 1967, and 1968. All eight of these
excursions had major significance to the rest of my natural
life. I would go out in the morning early while my mom would
sleep in. I used to rent a bicycle at the foot of the
boardwalk’s on-ramp, from one of numerous merchants that
rented bikes to summer tourists to ride on the boardwalk from
6-9 AM. When I left the motel and went to turn left down
eastbound on Tennessee Avenue, I would C a beautiful girl my
age walking across the street, and she always beamed me a big
beautiful smile. After a couple of summers went by, I found
myself very attracted to this young queen of 12 years of age,
my age. I never had the fucking balls to ever say anything to
her, I was a stupid shy ass hole kid, and let this lovely thing
get away from me. After the 4 years and 8 stays with mom at
this motel, it was 1969 and mom said we no longer would B going
down to this place, but that I was free next summer to take the
bus down, she gave me a small allowance 4 doing some basic
chores around the house, enough to take the bus twice a week to
the shore, and that is what I did in the summer of 1969. I
would walk down the same street as the motel and where this
queen had her shop, and hear and C her with some of her
friends, the two things I will always remember word 4 word
forever, that she said, one was on Memorial Day, May the 39th
of 1969, “Your friends are in the shop”. She said this 2 a
car that came zipping down Tennessee Avenue and stopping just
past the motel and a few yards short of her shop. This girl is
not Sarah Callio, she as either Sarah Karge herself in an
astrally projected body, or is someone else named Sarah. I know
this because I would hear her friends call her by that name a
few times while I was walking by and they were playing out on
the street. Another time later on in late July in ’69, she
said 2 one of her friends as I was walking down the on ramp
from the boardwalk, “I’m darker than UR”. She saw me
coming and said it extra loud, so I would look over at them,
and I did. Still, I did not have the damn balls 2 act like a
normal red blooded teenaged boy and start up a conversation
with these young teen queens. That winter was the start of
something that got much larger than anything that occurred the
past 5 years. It all began late in the autumn right after I
turned 15 years old on December 4th of 1969, Mister Paul DS
Stoddard. I went 2 sleep one night about a week after my
birthday, as I had done routinely like any other night, and had
more than just a wild dream. I found myself on the beaches of
Atlantic City near the north shore overlooking Brigantine,
totally aware that it was around 1910 and even seeing a sign
looking brand new with a date on it saying 1910, this would B
60 years in the past from when I fell off to sleep, only I knew
fully well, that I was definitely NOT normally asleep!!!!! I
was neither awake nor asleep, and believe me when I tell my
readership that I was fully aware of this. I call this in my
midlife today, a THIRD-THING-HAPPENING. She noticed that I was
carrying a chain in my hands, a heavy motorcycle type of chain
with large thick links, and two ends that clipped together and
into each other. She took it from me and was only the age that
she was when I first saw her and she smiled at me in June of
1965. She said only that she needed this chain 4 her city and
that it had magical properties, and pulled it away from me with
strength that no normal 10 or 11 year old girl could ever
possess even a freaky huge one. Then dreamshift occurred, and
in a flash, I found myself in her shop, upstairs in a very
attractively arranged medium sized bedroom, with antique
furniture, and one dresser containing three dresser drawers.
She opened the middle one and was still holding the chain, and
then proceeded to place it into the drawer and shut the drawer,
turning to me and smiling at me with another of her famous
“Sarah-Smiles”. Again, I know that I am not the only one
who has encountered this very special Goddess, as to me it is
obvious that quite a few famous rock stars also have. Just 2
many songs have come into being, with coincidentally connected
lyrical content through the years since my encounters with this
strange Scylla who is a legendary sea monster. She is not a sea
monster, but she is a phase four being, and here is how I know
this. First of all, when I awoke and looked at a strongbox
where I know that I always kept my chain locked up in along
with a book I was writing, BOB, or the BOOK OF BEACH. The book
was there when I awoke the next morning from this wild and
incredible experience, but not the chain. This was gone
forever, and is missing to this very day. I ate breakfast, and
got on the school bus and B4 going hardly any distance, a huge
asterisk jet trail was suddenly in the sky out of nowhere, as
though 3 jet aircraft's all crisscrossed into each other at 120
degree angles. It dissipated and spread out into the most
beautiful thing I ever witnessed in my entire human life. This
was Scylla’s way of sending me the message that we have a
connection, here on Earth, and also in the dream worlds,
[ASTRAL PLANE]. Shortly after this, a school mate named Russell
Thaxton came over to my apartment drunk as a flooded river. He
had just been sexually molested by a slutty teacher at our
school that he was living with at her family’s home in
Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG. She was 35 and he was 15 and
impressionable. She was trying to recapture her youth, and did
go on to marry him 3 years later when he joined the US Marine
Corps. But this was the human world explanation of things, as
there was a definite covert and behind the scenes operation
going on that connected both me and Scylla. He and I got
talking at 2AM and he influenced me 2 burn the Book Of Beach, a
major victory for SATANIC FORCES that INVADED this world long
ago, bible explanations and science or legends and aliens, it
all is one huge horrific frightening but totally real mess, and
we all R in it, like or not!!!!!! If this {child’s} version
of things that happened down in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, was
still around, I am 100% convinced that it would contain answers
that would fill in missing pieces to my nightmare hell around
me. Now the book is gone, and I never tried to keep records of
things in my life again until the mortal world year MW of 1983,
after moving to Atco, NJUSAESMWG to a rented home owned by
Jerry Pliner, at 134 Norris Avenue. This is where I first
plugged in the PRIVECODE machine, even though I bought it while
still residing at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments on 4th Avenue in
Voorhees, NJUSAESMWG. Now U heard me on many occasions tell how
Scylla-Jehovah is the cousin of Diana, the daughter of Zeus and
Leda. This all connects, but it took me in mortal life until
the end of the entire 20th century where I was born into as the
human personality that I am now, to start putting enough puzzle
pieces together that has helped me to solve some of these
incredible and outlandish mysteries. Without further digressing
from point, my mind as U can imagine was totally blown after
this all happened, but it was not until the end of 1996 that I
came 2 clearly put together that Russell Thaxton coming over 2
my apartment in the middle of the night, was all part of a huge
collusion beyond anything on a pure mortal randomly occurring
situation. Never forget that 69 and 96 are the same digits,
just inverted with each other. 1996 was the first year of my
search in my mid-life to locate the girl that I saw on
Tennessee Avenue in 1969, and B4 the year ended, had the major
dream [interaction] where she took the chain from me on the
dream plane, and it then went missing like magic, here on the
human plane. 1970 came in like any year, I was just 15 years
old, and had normal teen aged boy problems. But there was a man
in 1968, in the school system, in with a big super money
family, the famous Bancroft family that made donations to
special-ed schools such as the one Russell and I attended on
Hopkins Lane in Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG, and his last name was
Jaqamini, which I admit 2 spelling the way it sounds and most
likely is incorrectly spelled. This was his last name, and he
was my guidance counselor at the Haddon Township High School,
in Westmont, NJUSAESMWG. He and the Bancroft family were
responsible 4 all that happened to me, including the
intentional ruination of my life and my education. This was
done after my first 2 years at the high school when I was
switched to special education, but they tried to kill me also
in 1964 the same year that I met Sarah. They tried to kill me.
I was sent to the NJ Neuro psychiatric Institute at the age of
ten years, and for absolutely no good reason. This was located
in Princeton, NJUSAESMWG, the NJNPI, 4 short. The connections R
major, but I would need to divert and move off point too far,
so for now, we will skip details on this matter. As month
followed month in this icy cold and snowy winter in the year
1970, I began falling madly in love with this girl, based on
the experience from the TTH [third thing happening] or the wild
chain interaction. I would fantasize every night that she was
with me and loved me, as I loved her. I was determined to get a
job in the future summer so that I could B near, down at the
shore, and stay at the Trinidad. I was not aware that it was
not legal to stay there alone being under 18 years old. In any
event, a man named Thomas J. Reale answered my situations
wanted advertisement in the Press of Atlantic City, and my mom
let me go down with him as a carpenter’s helper/plumber’s
assistant, but it turned out that the only plumbing that this
dude had any interest in was my plumbing. This is YI packed up
on the night of 12 July, took a jitney from the Cornwall Avenue
house that he had me staying at, and boarded the Public NJ
Transit Bus system around ten at night after 19 days down there
in Ventnor, NJUSAEMWG, a couple of miles south of Tennessee
Avenue. Sarah and 4 of her friends got on the bus shortly after
I boarded it, I recognized her and 2 of them, and they all got
off at the Pleasantville Water Company, the Atlantic City
Municipal Utilities Authority, {ACMUA}, go to www.acmua.com. So
months and years went by where all I did after this was to go
to bed and fantasize about my lovely super teen queen. I rolled
blankets up like an adult love doll toy and this was my version
of her. I had not yet learned about meditation and deep Edgar
Cayce trances, or of the mysterious and dangerously powerful
FASCITAR. When I did learn about this and used the 6/10 or
astral 8/12 system, I had started to finally move on in my
life, and was starting to forget my boyhood, and the great
Sarah, and the experience of the chain and her magical
abilities to remove this object from me in the so called waking
world. Now I was moving into other areas and it was not until
the middle 19 nineties that I started getting my old thoughts
come back about Sarah, a result in my opinion, of a powerful
hypnosis session, done by a hypnotherapy clinic, to help me get
to the bottom of a 1986 nightmare experience, also in Atlantic
City.
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Thursday, July 26, 2007
BLOG #6
RATS,
TATS, AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL -------- 072607.499 Blog #6
In blog #5, I typed in a typographical error when I said it was May 39, the 0 and the 9 are keys right next to each other, and obviously I meant 2 say Memorial Day of 1969 on May thirtieth.
OK, so many now perhaps may B questioning the integrity of Morianity, and this is the chance I take. This will separate the real believers from the phonies someday. This is Y also throughout my four blogs up to this point in BLOG FIVE; I would tell some of the story and not put it all in linear time order. But 4 those who cannot C what really is going on, 99.999% of those that someday will get around 2 reading my blogs, I will appear as a delusional fantasizer, but to the important few, they will get to C a major truth that went down around me, and I had no one anywhere at any timer to ever help me figure this incredible shit out. I did it all by myself bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!!
In blog #5, I typed in a typographical error when I said it was May 39, the 0 and the 9 are keys right next to each other, and obviously I meant 2 say Memorial Day of 1969 on May thirtieth.
OK, so many now perhaps may B questioning the integrity of Morianity, and this is the chance I take. This will separate the real believers from the phonies someday. This is Y also throughout my four blogs up to this point in BLOG FIVE; I would tell some of the story and not put it all in linear time order. But 4 those who cannot C what really is going on, 99.999% of those that someday will get around 2 reading my blogs, I will appear as a delusional fantasizer, but to the important few, they will get to C a major truth that went down around me, and I had no one anywhere at any timer to ever help me figure this incredible shit out. I did it all by myself bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!!
No,
think whatever U want 2 ladies and gentlemen, I can prove, only
‘they’ won’t allow me 2, that all my claims R valid and
totally real. Ed Himacane now has his air conditioner, surge
protectors, printer, scanner, and all other needed apparatus 4
me 2 shortly work more seriously on my website. The
only thing holding it back is the Atlantic County crummy
justice system. The gods R using the KING’S 2 stop me, but if
her parole was violated; I would have the time needed to
complete the major necessary work on my website,
'morianity-foundation.com'. She would B better off in
the system, she does not want to improve, and it is really a
shame, as she has many gifts, she is beautiful and built and
smart and talented. But my opinion of substance abusers is
simple, I have no time 4 them, they interfere with all of the
lives of those around them, who R not doing a damn thing
wrong.
No, nothing was made up, and please do not think 4 one minper that the Russell Thaxton thing never happened, not the chain-interaction and its subsequent disappearance.
Last weekend was super hell harassment and persecution at my work site, and the air and sky is always bad, wrecking my moon. The weather is all controlled, and has not been naturally occurring on this sick ball of hurl for decades since the nuclear blasts over 2 Japanese cities late in the 1940’s. I am smart enough to add one plus one and not end up with 63.0846587.
No, nothing was made up, and please do not think 4 one minper that the Russell Thaxton thing never happened, not the chain-interaction and its subsequent disappearance.
Last weekend was super hell harassment and persecution at my work site, and the air and sky is always bad, wrecking my moon. The weather is all controlled, and has not been naturally occurring on this sick ball of hurl for decades since the nuclear blasts over 2 Japanese cities late in the 1940’s. I am smart enough to add one plus one and not end up with 63.0846587.
No my
fiends and friends, I intentionally told the story of my life
the way that I did. This simply put was because I know that put
any other way would never separate Mariah’s men from her
boys. Look 4 quick example at a place not all that far from
Ricktown where so much magic happens, but Lawtronics will not
permit phase 3 existence of this, so in it comes to us MW
humans as HARRY POTTER. But an old friend of mine, Bob McDowell
soon will become the head big wig cheese of the entire Federal
Communications Commission. He remembers only too well, our
teacher, Daniel Mackey, having the same message for him in
1972, that B2M presents with their band name. Am I wrong Mister
Marcucci, Mister Mackey, Misses Marola, and Mister McDowell. If
so, I'd love you tell me the darn error of my ways.
Maybe
in the middle of 1983; I needed to take my elaborate telephone
machines, pick up the receiver, and say into the system, “My
beautiful Sarah-Stacey Scylla-Jehovah, brown eyed teen queen; your
THAT BOY
will love U for ever and ever and ever. I will never let U go. Any
time U want to shine your long bright brown hair on top of a mountain
4 me, as U did for that idiot Moses; just let me know, and I will B
there 4U my teen queen”!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maybe
I should have done lots of things, and shouldn't have done lots of
other things. Hey, Jay Jay Evans; what can I say, dogVOMITBREATH?; oh
no Microsoft; that
message is for lovely dirt bag Jane
and her eternal ONES. Still, why did things all go totally fucking
nuts in 1972, or for that matter in middle July of 1996, 24 years
after that? It is complicated, and involves a magical technique for
escaping the confines of your body, to get a glimpse of a much higher
truth that is endlessly surrounding all of us; ladies and gentlemen,
at all times. A mystical technique has been taught throughout the
ages, but only Morianity dares to include the Rider-J
so to speak, for those who had old style Blue Cross and Blue Shield
Health Insurance, and maybe they still use this. Only
MORIANITY
tells the
great Hollister Secret,
of how we never ever die, and all of us are stuck endlessly and
forever; even those of us in HEAVEN;
merely that when we're in that great place, SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, the
capitol city on the Astral-Plane (PLANK), the Almighty Sarah Krassle
removes one major thing from us. This being, our awareness that there
is anything beyond RIGHT NOW, THIS INSTANT. It is always NOW there.
Interaction is instantaneously created that matches thoughts, and bad
thoughts of all kinds also are removed. So the ugly deep forever
eternal feelings, are never ever there inside us; and all we have is
the most unfathomable blissful interactions, in a great city made of
love, that goes beyond anything I could ever describe, and my
slightest attempts to describe this truth (reality) shows only that I
am a quintessential asshole human mortal right now while I dream that
I am Mark Wayne Mohr, with memories of
eternity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Using
the Fascitar, and having the knowledge of where to go, once you
apparently seem to wake up into PLANK,
or (the
purgatory),
astral or spiritual existence, of thought equals instantaneous
reality duplication; is
step one.
Step
two is when you are on the Astral-Plane,
your very first thought needs to be, I
wish to be with the Almighty Goddess in the capitol city (heaven)
(GOD)
or however any one of you reading these words is more comfortable
saying it; and when correctly mastered, which takes the average man
or woman or teenager, about one to two weeks of three days a week
practice; you will get your mind blown so far that it will not ever
be what it was before you went. The big joke is that you never really
GO anywhere. It all is inside of us, in PLANK, and blew out into this
marvelous cosmic egg, the hyperspace that surrounds us. Scientists
believe falsely that inside this expanding cosmos are forces that
push it out as well as bring things back in, or gravitation based on
light and dark matter, totally asinine terms. Then this acceleration
of dark energy that is mere dream data from Plank Lawtrons, more
nonsense that anything is happening outside. It all comes from
within, and all these assholes and their dam Higgs Boson particles
and collider machines are all totally clueless to these truths. All
of everything happens INSIDE, we escape out and away, not
individually, but as one huge escaping cosmic lawtronic force that is
needed to make one planet with intelligent life on it, and only one.
It all is perfectly fixed in Plank, for just this purpose. Robert
Monroe the great writer of books on Astral-Projection, only take
these truths to a very limited stage. Without seeing the great city,
and meeting SSJKK, why even fuckiGN bother to practice the Fascitar?
To quote lovely Patty a long long long time ago underneath Central
Pier, “You are my boy right now, you got that?”? Well Patty, you
made history, and now your name sake hurricane did likewise, big
lovely girl!!!!!!
We
are continuing right along now, with:
The
Bum
Classification,
CHAPTER
00007
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THANK
YOU, FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TRANSMISSION.
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