GUESS THE
NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 5 & 6
THIS
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SSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOO,
MISTER ARTHUR CRANE SIR; I'm watching, and boy am I in th edam
soup. You and I never knew back when the great Queen of Kings tried
to run us down at that Super-Walmart of Washington Township or Monroe
Township, as I am not sure where the township line is exactly dam
drawn there, back up in Jersey, but I'll not soon forget that day
when SHE nearly murdered us with VEHICULAR-HOMOCIDE-TECHNOLOGY, AKA
hitting people intentionally with their dam cars. WOW those dam radio
stations up in Jersey, from Trenton to Atlantic city, and then still,
to quote Lenny Briscoe of L&O, what can you expect with Jersey
politics? Maybe they are all choir people, but they sure hate me, and
they sure seemed to hate you when we were together that dam, ass day,
old pal!!!!!!!!! boy did I get struck hard, Sheriff Mascara sir, at
10:55 last night, Thursday night, with a super gang of dirt bag
motor-cyclists, outside of my dam ass apartment window. Someday,
someone here at this building, will get a fatal heart attack;
and I want these blogs up ON THE RECORD, so someone can sue someone,
down the dam ass line, YO YO YO YO YO, MY VRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
other than for this, I was amazed that all the other persecution was
lessened if not completely broken off during the day, after that
horrendous electrical-utility assault on me with my outlet where this
computer terminal is plugged into, and the
machine was temporarily damaged as a result with that lock-up box
screen, SHERIFF SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How
I love the great ESS-COMCAST, in that other parallel-universe, where
a long winding road takes you to their main national office, and all
around it is a park like the famous Jurassic Park, with huge
dangerous dinosaur animals roaming all over on each side of that
scary road. Of course, I'm being somewhere between facetious and
totally sarcastic!!!
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COMCAST WEB-SITE. Stay out of trouble
now, Arthur Crane, my old buddy. Stay away from Atlantic City too,
if you're smart, as I sure do!!! If I was an automobile rather than
a human being, you could say in all honesty, YO, they totaled
me!!!!!!!!!!!
A
lot of people tell me to stop rehashing the past such as my horrible
people who literally put me here in hell-hole Florida, Atlantic City,
and my past such as back in school or at old jobs, etcetera. Well, I
am not sure what you would want me to talk about. These very mother
fuckiGN jerk off people, or those involved and not the innocent ones;
are the reason that I have a totally zero life up here in the future,
referenced to back there. They won't allow me any life. 24-7-365, I
sit in here with NOTHING, with everybody hating my mother fuckiGN
guts for no reason at all, and I have desperately tried to change
things, and to get a present-time-life, and no matter what I do or
what I try, it won't work. Ann King said it all in that letter to me
almost six years ago now, in early middle January of twenty-ten, and
you all know and remember it. She said 'her
powerful Atlantic City friends, bad as my life was there in Jersey,
can only make shit worse for me', if I didn't bend to her threats,
intimidations, and illegal demands to send her and her daughter a lot
of money, someone who gave these rotten people the shirt off
of his mother fuckiGN back and much more; and
who is merely a poor special-education person, living the best that
he is able to, on Social Security
Disability, which I will add now, is not even decent
fucking enough, to increase our benefits for twenty-sixteen; claiming
there is zero cost of living increase, according to their
totally fixed and crooked government mathematical financial
indicators. These same indicators that
made us all bail out Wall Street and billionaire mother fuckiGN
bankers, who stole all of our money to
begin with!!! You cannot win in this
nation, if they have you pegged
for death, literally, from the day that you mother
fuckiGN walk out of school!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was them who
brought this nightmare fuckiGN family to me, even back at Cooley Hall
in 1969, with their stinking miserable Misses Marola; who forced
me to do that school play on a holiday, and so that it
would fix a precise time for me to be on Tennessee Avenue, later that
day, in Atlantic city, New Jersey, USAESMWG; and
changing things in ways that are so beyond incomprehensible,
unfathomable, and despicable; that no language and grouping of
words, could hope to ever begin to fuckiGN adequately ever describe,
YO YO YO YO YO YO, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
sir, Arthur Crane, quoting you totally verbatim here, from
the Thompson Consumer Electronics (TCE) Plant, that used to be
RCA, on the freeway-highway running through West Deptford, New
Jersey; “Mark, you are imagining very little,
to any of this shit, it is all coming from the National Security
Agency”!!!!!!!!! Hey people the world
over, if I am wrong, and Art Crane was wrong, then I have a ton of
mother fucking crow to eat, as well as
one hell of a huge mother fucking apology to make to people;
and if they can ever show me, and prove to my satisfaction, the
errors of my ways; then that is precisely and
exactly what I'm willing to cunt huffing do; my kind
peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
merely am quoting what a fellow co-worker security officer told me,
with seemingly absolute certainty and trusted knowledge. As I said,
I'll eat fuckiGN super-crow; but first, show me beyond good proof,
that I must indeed do so, YO BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!! I have very fuckign
little in this world. A HUNTINGTON curse for one thing, and my dam
trusted good word, for another thing. I will eat the crow, but
first, YOU MUST GOD DAM SHOW, YO!
OH
BOY OH BOY OH BOY, AND MY MY MY, MIZZ HOLLISTER, AND SARAH CALLIO 401
VIRGINA PROOFS AND SANTA CLAUS!!!!!!!!!!
Sarah
Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
And
I love her with all of my heart, mind, soul, and strength. Not
because of how beyond white hot that SHE is, but because SHE is
Almighty Jehovah Goddess and I am HER That-Boy, as she loves
to call me! SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
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The
great Camden County, New Jersey Prosecutor's Office ADA, Ron Wirtz,
Senior; wasn't
as dumb as he was faking fucking out to be,
at least in my humble 1980 little Mashell Daniel's opinion, that I am
most definitely entitled to, at least to her her tell it, back then
in '80, YO. He said that David Charles Roth, or actually, he said
that his
actions at the time,
very early into the nineteen-nineties, and to quote this, “Mark as
you would say, some of the things he is doing are quite spurious”.
We have talked about these dream-control mind experts that dwarf
present abilities of most people, possibly being on the level of the
fictional character THE MENTALIST, only he does not believe in such
things, or his character does not. So it comes down to many folks who
may skim across cyber-space and onto my blogs, seeing claims like
this, and this blogger blogging along seriously, and they go, “Oh
yeah sure right, how can anyone control their dreams”, an dthen
they go whizzing right on to the NEXT-BLOG button, and my Morianity
is forever lost, to them anyway. To quote th egreat marvelous man of
religious and Christian faith, Doctor Billy Graham, “They may never
have another moment like that again in their life”. His words,
folks, not mine! AND HE IS 100% totally dam ass correct,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So it is time for me to try and make this ESS
thing just a little bit more understandable for folks, and thus, I
will now try and endeavor to do this.
Most
people practice to be better at sports, better at reading, better at
math, better in bed, better on their jobs, better parents, teachers,
you get it. But who do you know who even thinks about practicing to
be BETTER DREAM-CONTROLLERS, and for that matter, who would begin to
know in 2015 and 216 or even a decade from now; how to use electrical
amplification technique, and literally a dozen things; right down to
the mighty
secret FASCITAR TOOL,
unless they , to quote Doctor Graham again, stumbled into it, because
THAT WAS INDEED THEIR MOMENT TO DO SO?
''What
to do, and where they may possibly go, REAL WORLD''. WOW
Mister Shakespeare;
what a question that would be, OR
NOT BE,
huh, YO???
“Mark
as you would say, some of the things he is doing are quite spurious”.
The joke is that Dave used that word quite a lot back in the two
final eighties-years, and so I had sort of picked it up and verbally
fucking adopted it myself. Now it was being even further echoed right
back, to its original source, DAVE! On the surface, Dave told me
later that this was so absurd, as all he was doing was looking for a
clunker car, and a minimum wage job; and he chuckled, and looked at
me with that fake dumb ass expression as though he was saying others
were quintessential DUH-people; and then he would laugh raucously,
and I came to think, yeah; Ron is handing
me the business
again,
huh
Wolly Cleaver?
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT,
as with all dam things, the
devil lies in the details.
The
ADA Wirtz, wasn't referring to Dave's job and car hunt.
No sir. No ma'am. Dave was way more than he appeared to be on the
surface, ever since day one at the Caldor Department store. And why,
great PINK
GODDESS
SSJKK?
Well, because she
told me back on Pearl Harbor Day in 1996,
to always be playing HER great game of GTNOTG (Guess
The Name Of The Guests)!!!
This way, nothing goes unraveled into strange mysteries, without
first being at least somewhat detected,
as the source of all the shit behind all the great parlor tricks and
Tallosion---Star Trek Illusions, (TSTI), the Exploratronic
Supermind Society
(ESS)!!!!!
My mother totally listened intently to the words of Mister ADA Wirtz,
when I told her what he had said. Dave however convinced me this was
a lot of bull. Then came my moving into Highview Apartments, shortly
after this all went down, and then the two of us getting back as
friends, after we had parted ways for about a year and a half,
following a nasty telephone argument. Listener Theresa and Jason
Forrest Summer may not believe this, but not all of my phone talks
are metaphysical. Many are and were, quite freaking real, kind folks!
My 1994 book that is all Copyright protected in Washington, DC,
Shania and other crooks with top name recognition that we need not
get into on this blog; but my book is a major key part of all of
this. In it I discussed lots of stuff, from Julie White (Jewelly),
the boardwalk singing Christmas tree goddess angel, powerful dreaming
interactions, and way more; but for now I won't bore anyone further
with more continued proofs, as to quote Streisand and Summer from
early into the nineteen-eighties, “Enough is enough is enough”!!!!
Now,
was the Dave Roth just Dave Roth from here in this universe, or did
his advanced doppelganger dream-control him, and bring him to me at
the great powerful Caldor Department Store security job in early
November of 1985? Julia White has told me many times that this is
true, only you don't know a dam thing yet, great audience. Dave and I
had parted ways a while, after a fight we'd had, while I was still
renting the home in Gibbsboro owned by Patricia Meeker, the mother of
a New Jersey State Police Officer. It was a long parting, almost two
years if my memory is accurate at all. Maybe only 18 months, but it
was not quite a ways after I had moved into the Highview Apartments
of Williamstown, New Jersey from that rented home that Misses Meeker
was going to sell and I could not buy it at the time, so my mom and I
left and moved into the Highview place, and this was our second stay
at this place. I had started my book, The Permission Barrier, while
still at the Meeker home, and completed it at the Highview
Apartments, in 1994. I sent it down to the Copyright Office on
Halloween Day of 1994, as some of you already know all about this
entire mess. In my book, a character from my DREAMS, JULIA WHITE, was
put into the book. Anyone of the great and powerful examiners in
Washington, DC, knows it all by now, Mister Billy Islander Joel. But
Dave was still not back in my life until early in 1995. Shortly after
we were friends again, he had a wild DREAM, and guess wh came into
his dreams extremely vividly, but this giant lovely dark haired
beauty goddess, going by the name Jewel? I know that she spells her
name Jewelly, and her name in the book TPB that I wrote, was altered
to Julie White, but really it is Mariena Carlittia Jewelly White
Krassle. Her
City-Name in the HOLY CITY
or
capitol city of Sahasra
Dal Kanwal,
is
JEWELLY-Natalazatahh,
and various astral-plank translations to waking English Language
world suffix-names that follow any name of JEWELLY, exist. Actually
Julia White told me, millions of years ago, that there are more
than four hundred suffix names
to
the city-name
of JEWELLY.
This
name is registered in the great Palace
Hall on Kanwal Avenue,
and
what is known in waking world physical plane human bibles, as names
written in the lambs book of life, is indeed one and the same with
this CITY-NAME registry in the great awesome KANWAL-PALACE. Now
rather than ask you the following question, as I did before several
days ago during the weekend,
I'll
merely continue with some more, regarding Sarah Krassle's immense and
incredible game, “GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”. First, when did
you ever have a powerful experience outside of normal waking life's
reality, where it effected the rest of your life, such as my Love Is
For Carpenters Dreaming-Interaction, or my Guess The Name Of The
Guests Dreaming-Interaction? If you do have an experience like that
and merely act like other stupid fucking adults do, and ignore it
completely and just forget about it, well I have some dam news for
you. Sure, that's your privilege. You can jump off of the Empire
State Building, not quite legally, but if you can find a way to do
it, then that too is your privilege to do so. But you'd be a fucking
dam ridiculous fool to do it, and you know it. You may disagree with
me on this entire topic of the ESS, and do so quite vehemently, but
again, that may be your choice to do, as it is mine to tell you,
YOU'RE BEING REAL DAM STUPID, AND TOTALLY FOOLISH!!! You know people,
just two centuries ago, our Native American tribes all knew very
well, that dreams were very important, but if you want to say, who
gives a fuck, then try this one on for size, an dyes, atheists will
say who gives a fuck, but now, I speak to any and all NON-ATHEISTS
out here. The Holy Bible tells us how powerfully important dreams
were to the ancient profits. Your only problem with me, is that most
likely believe that those old writings were just meant for those
times and days. I too was guilty of that belief, as a new Christian.
No longer do I hold to those silly fucking ideas and concepts. ESS is
real, and I'll tell you all something else, kind folks. All parallel
universes have ESS-CURVES, as morianity chooses to call and label
what i'm about to discuss with you now for a few minutes.
Curving
parallel universes have to do with my concept of how evolving of
knowledge takes place, in the entire hyperspace, or the fifth
dimensional much larger area-space that contains the sum total of all
of the combined possible 4-D space-time universes. Think of this
higher dimension as a large box for a child to place his or her many
toys in, an dnow expand your thinking just a tad bit, to not one
child, but a huge box in a kindergarten room, for all of the children
to put all of their toys into. It's really as simple as that. So how
does this curve of knowledge fit into this deal, you hopefully are
wondering a little bit now. In case you are, and plan to read on,
I'll now touch briefly on this subject, and later on, we'll keep
right on continuing down this extremely awesome road together, and I
promise you, we'll have lots of fun exploring this, and way beyond
the nick cannon bullshit since 1996 with me, as in case you don't
know it, he is a major TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON, and that is where I must
leave things for purposes of my safety.
Maybe
it's your browser, YO.
OUCH,
SUANN M, AT PCI, IN 1973!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sue
Ann, Suzanne, or Suzy Anna, it's all the same dam thing to me,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But she did have one really
far out last Italian name, if memory serves me correctly, huh Mizz
Hollister?????????????????????????
A
private illegal airplane nearly flew into my apartment window,
Sheriff Mascara, while typing right now, at exactly 2:12 this Friday
morning, 18 December, 2015. This has been going on and getting extra
fucking bad around holidays and especially Christmas Holidays, ever
since this fuckign nightmare all began for me, when I came out of a
POWERFUL DREAMING-INTERACTION, back on August the 15th,
in 1986, as you should all know perfectly well, BY NOW!!! If the
souls could be measured here in waking life on this planet, of those
Earthers who do horrible monster things to innocent pitiful little
people such as me; and if this could be somehow translated
pictorially, it might just be mapped and visualized something like
the photograph below, on material world medical charts, like some
super advanced electroencephalograph.
On
top of this photograph, picture large ugly stinky fuckign turds
floating dozen after dozen, along that horrendous merky looking
horrible water out there, after that storm already punched the shit
out the area, YO!
No
people; the Exploratronic Supermind Society is not only very real,
and what is truly behind all of the paranormal supernatural shit that
happens all the time all around us, that only the young children are
tuned better into seeing and hearing the after effects of it since
they have not yet learned to doubt their senses to please the society
around them so as not to ever become sociologically ostracized; but
indeed, this ESS is what all of the alien and UFO crap is about as
well. Now
you can believe
Mountainpen and Morianity, or you can choose
to reject it.
Boy
oh boy oh boy,
I mean no disrespect to God's greatest Gamer Jack-In, Jesus Christ;
but do I see what this poor devil bastard had to go through here. You
tell the truth, and hope one will listen, a little bit,here, and
there.
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 6
USE
THAT LINK IF NOT READING ME AT BLOGGER, FOR COLOR.
My
mother fucking dirt bag enemies think that I need thousands of
dollars for expensive electronic equipment. As that great wonderful
hair shampoo commercial would say, or that gorgeous babe in it, back
in 1980,
“W-R-O-N-G”!!!!!
Cheapo junk works just as well, as hyperspace and messing with it,
isn't one bit prejudiced against lousy sound quality and other
low-budget related absurdities. Sorry to burst your safe-bubble, you
bastard fuckign rotten super wealthies out there. And I do promise
you, as I have all along, “Before you get to me, I'll get to you”!
Bank
on it, old buddy R.P., and P.P.K.
GUESSING
THE NAMES OR THE (IDENTITIES) OF THE VISITING TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON
(GUESTS) may sound a bit 'weedikalass',
Mister Elmer Fwudd, BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT,
I promise you this, WOMO, MO, and all others
concerned. So many things would sound absolutely mother
fuckiGN absurd, impossible, and totally ridiculous, just 100, 200,
300 years ago, and believe me people; those amounts of time are an
eyelash fucking blink, to the great mountains, and the stars of the
sky, and yes; if you were to just go back into time, one or two or
three lousy little centuries; and begin speaking to those folks
around you, about all of the incredible things that exist in our
time, and in our society; from jet airplanes, to moon landings, to
global communications and satellites, and internet and social media,
and electricity, and electric lights, and machines, and recording
live sounds and images and retrieving them at will; and
I could go on for an hour and won't, but
if you did that; they would fuckiGN
hang you as a dam witch, and no
one would believe a dam fuckiGN word that you said!!!
Most
readers will probably remember the way that the opening
paragraph paste-in went, on the previous book of Milituforce blog
audience folks, along with those two persons
responsible directly, for this blog being created in the first place,
as well as continuing past its opening year of 2006, to now.
Was
the Dave Roth just Dave Roth from here in this universe,
or
did his advanced doppelganger dream-control him, and bring him to
me at the great powerful Caldor Department Store security job in
early November of 1985?
Julia
White
has
told me many times that this is true,
only you don't know a dam thing yet, great audience. Dave and I
had parted ways a while, after a fight we'd had, while I was still
renting the home in Gibbsboro owned by Patricia Meeker, the mother
of a New Jersey State Police Officer. It was a long parting,
almost two years if my memory is accurate at all. Maybe only 18
months, but it was not quite a ways after I h ad moved into the
Highview Apartments of Williamstown, New Jersey from that rented
home that Misses Meeker was going to sell and I could not buy it
at the time, so my mom and I left and moved into the Highview
place, and this was our second stay at this place. I had started
my book, The Permission Barrier, while still at the Meeker home,
and completed it at the Highview Apartments, in 1994. I sent it
down to the Copyright Office on Halloween Day of 1994, as some of
you already know all about this entire mess. In my book, a
character from my DREAMS, JULIA WHITE, was put into the book.
Anyone of the great and powerful examiners in Washington, DC,
knows it all by now, Mister Billy Islander Joel. But Dave was
still not back in my life until early in 1995. Shortly after we
were friends again, he had a wild DREAM, and guess wh came into
his dreams extremely vividly, but this giant lovely dark haired
beauty goddess, going by the name Jewel? I know that she spells
her name Jewelly, and her name in the book TPB that I wrote, was
altered to Julie White, but really it is Mariena Carlittia Jewelly
White Krassle. Her City-Name in the HOLY CITY or capitol city of
Sahasra Dal Kanwal, is JEWELLY-Natalazatahh, and various
astral-plank translations to waking English Language world
suffix-names that follow any name of JEWELLY, exist. Actually
Julia White told me, millions of years ago, that there are more
than four hundred suffix names
to the city-name of JEWELLY. This name is registered in the great
Palace
Hall on Kanwal Avenue,
and what is known in waking world physical plane human bibles, as
names written in the lambs book of life, is indeed one and the
same with this CITY-NAME registry in the great awesome
KANWAL-PALACE. Now in this book, I will bring some of these topics
along quite a bit further, so you can all be the judge of the
Copper-Kessle fudge so to speak, or maybe better and plainer said,
so you can be my judge, but more adequately and honestly, for me
and my favor, for a dam change; kind people.
My
name is Mark Wayne Mohr, and my handle is Mountainpen. It is a
quarter before eleven, on this Wednesday evening, on 16 December,
2015. This is an official dying utterance and
dying declaration, and I authorize my daughter to sue the
county of Port Saint Lucie, Florida, the Attorney General of Florida,
and the police on state and local levels; when I am found dead and
murdered in here, or outside nearby to here, at 601 Avenue B,
Apartment #607, Fort Pierce, Florida 34950. My sea charts left to me
by my father, born September 10, 1919, in Toledo, Ohio, United
States; goes to my daughter. This of course is not my daughter at age
four, but this funny face on the internet is a close resemblance to
her, at that age of approximately four years. This
is an internet copy of my last will and testament. At 10:36, I
was assaulted AGAIN, with another MAJOR
UTILITY ATTACK,
the moment I turned on this computer, just to look at the weather; as
I was not planning on doing an additional blog today, but suddenly,
and even with my battery back up protection totally operational, as
with the last time the enemy that I have, and label, as the
Milituforce; did this to me, also, this somehow knocks off the
electricity to only this one electrical outlet source, where my
computer and my fan are hooked into. It goes off for only a quarter
of a second, and then it comes back on, but the computer somehow is
totally killed, and turned off. When I rebooted
up, my open-office document had a notice warning pop up screen saying
my settings are locked, and using this may cause damage. I
know this is a major MILITUFORCE HACK,
and I plan to write a letter to Microsoft Corporation, and mail it
off, before the end of business this week. Wall Street is doing all
of this to me, and has been, for thirty years now.
I
am putting on notice; the press, and the television stations local to
my area, in Palm Beach, Florida; that I am officially holding my
county, and my sheriff, responsible for my death, and my murder; and
my ENDLESS TORTURE, as this is real, it is happening to me, and I
am being tormented in my own paid for legal apartment, day and night,
by forces totally beyond my control, and like it or not, it is
the sheriff's responsibility to help me, and contact me, and render
assistance to me, before it is too late, Mister
Merker!
I
am signing this internet official documentation, and last will and
testament now, at fifty-three minutes past ten of the clock, in the
post meridian, on this Wednesday night, 16 December, 2015. I sign
this now, MARK WAYNE MOHR, date
of birth is Saturday, December fourth at 9:30 ante' meridian, in the
year of 1954. I legally swear an oath that
my words are true!
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