GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER
55
Last
night I fell into some really screwy ass 'dreams'. I found myself in
the nut-job clinic up in Oven Beach, FLUSA, with my doctor the
buttwipe. He was treating me really bad, even worse than usual.
Suddenly I saw a paper sticking out of his pocket, and I was just a
normal dreamer or type-1-exploratron, observing my hyperspace double
suddenly pull that paper right out of his pocket, and it was a very
official looking court document regarding my running for president of
the United States. I admit to watching and enjoying the great STATE
OF THE UNION speech last night before going to bed, given by
President Obama, his final one for him and his administration. This
is of course how MIND and BRAIN all interact with hyperspace of five
dimensions, and with the source of all MIND that lays above this, and
thus is naturally called by me and my Morianity, the sixth-dimension.
MIND on this 6-D realm moves first into the PLANK, and then in an
opposite movement of larger area that is the fifth dimensional
hyperspace. Many have heard about how angels can dance on the head of
a pin, and this merely makes the overall point about how amazing full
dimensionality is so far beyond humanly conceivable that words of
course totally will always fail and be totally inadequate to do the
job of me trying to convey these truths. To see things at all in
truth, the void infinity is without any dimensions, as it occupies
zero space, and of course, zero time. The seventh
dimension of LAWTRONICS is too complex for me to even try
delving into, but it is the item that brings
things out into PLANK REALM, from this absolute zero dimension
of EXISTENCE WITHOUT INTERACTION, or EWI;
without getting any former Manhattan mayors all up set of course,
from back earlier in the middle late first decade, of this so
marvelous twenty-first century of ours. The head of a pin would be
bigger than a universe next to the actual size of PLANK, but in so
using that same concept of comparative ratios; the PLANK REALM is
zillions of countless times larger than universes, because that too
is the ratio of its size from the EWI, and this ratio is infinite of
course, as anyone would know if they have even a basic background
understanding in rudimentary mathematics. So MIND going to PLANK is a
complex truth all carried out in major gargantuan sized circuitry
systems of a dimension above MIND itself, and two dimensions above
the 5th dimensional hyperspace or multiverse that contains
the virtually infinite number of parallel four-dimensional space-time
universes. When mind comes to channel into the hyperspace, from the
PLANK entities (ASTRAL or SPIRITUAL) realm entities; it is a direct
surge of a large reality that could never be contained as one human
entity in one time or one universe of the 4-D universes. It would be
like connecting a power plant directly into your home and trying to
plug things right into that source. You would have a fire and an
explosion that would be seen and heard and most likely even felt for
many miles. Same thing exists with this. If any one person was just
their entire full ASTRAL-ENTITY-SELF, they would be beyond a million
Gates and Trump and any other King or emperor in human history all
combined together and still far more. This would do more than violate
Lawtronics which when done, causes otherwise PHASE-2 entities to
dream-down into their PHASE-3 various multiple human-lives, as that
is just a causation from those on the Astral Plane who attempt to
intentionally come into the multiverse somewhere as some kind of a
Superman or some such similar thing. This would be a much greater
deal and this is an impossibility. This also is how the circuitry of
Lawtronics operates, taking that basic function and merely channeling
it down a lot more. All this has been said merely to tell you that as
we wake up and start to live, our BRAIN from MIND begins to THINK,
and interact with the worlds it is subset functioned into.
BUTTTTTTTTT, this happens as we lose our waking conscious state and
begin falling asleep, an dthis is not only us experiencing the
hyperspace or parallel worlds that surround ours while we are awake
and conscious, but it controls why we go to the various ones, and how
the interactions from there, begin to further proceed. You know, just
in case anyone is too moronic and stupid to have figured it out yet;
I don't write these things, the exploratron inside of me controlling
me is doing this, and yes, that Mark Wayne Mohr is somewhat more
advanced in wisdom and knowledge and awareness to cosmos, as I am by
myself here.
So
taking this information into account while I move this along and tell
you about last night and my ''dreaming-interaction'',
may just allow you to put your minds and brains and imaginations into
a bit more hyper-drive, so that you can begin to see my words and
Morianity in a more advanced way. In order to make lights brighter
or illuminate, more power is required, as with sound, to increase
volume and intensity of decibels, more power again is quite
necessary. To do this with your receptive
BRAINS, again, more power is necessary. So how do we attain
that POWER? Well, this is an entire subject long, and I have no real
expertise, such as those who invent memory systems, or mind
enhancement games, and such things as these. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT;
I do know that having an intense burning desire to know and learn
things, turns up the power switch. As you grow and learn more,
you need to WANT and DESIRE to learn and grow way more still, and
then, this process does take hold, and yes folks; I assure you that
this is true, so let me move on now with my dreams or my hyperspace
travels from last night. The doctor got extremely angry and began
wrestling me down to the floor of his small office in that banana
factory up there in OVEN BEACH, FLORIDA, AKA the Treasure Coast
Community Health or TCCH for short. I grabbed a heavy object on the
docks desk in this powerful 'dream' when I freed up my right arm from
our physical entanglement wrestling altercation, and I struck him on
the top of the head, and he gurgled and fell onto the floor. I sat
down on the chair after closing the door all the way and locking it,
from an almost fully closed position it had been in before the
struggle began. It discussed a complicated ESS plan to interrupt some
things that someone through dream-travel came to learn would take
place, in many extremely localized or similar parallel universes; and
went onto explain in major elucidated details, just how this was to
be all carried out, who, what, where, the whole nine yard
explanations with nothing left out at all. I suddenly as the 'me
living here', began to realize that I was planning to run for the
presidency. I had been some kind of political figure in this parallel
world, but I cannot pull it up now, just what. Also, the choking
problem that I have here in this universe, in this other reality was
just as real, and began at age 28 years, as it did here. The doctor
was being paid one million dollars in gemstones, to cut off my
medicines. So, here in this universe, we see a
major TOWEL-SEEPAGE or hyperspace-Effect (HSE) as to why out of the
blue last time I was up there, I was cut in half again, on my
anti-anxiety medication, from one to one half 1-MG daily generic
Ativan. Remember, I took 4MG daily of
this since age 28 years and 7 months, around the first half of July
of 1983, after leaving the Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Jefferson
Hospital, way sicker than when I walked in there. So in this
wild ''dream'' last night, I took this proof, and I left the clinic,
leaving the dock to bleed out on the floor. When I began driving
home, the Martin County Sheriff was suddenly riding above me in his
Police Helicopter, and a bull horn was telling me to surrender
myself, and I remember thinking, who am I, Dorothy, from the Wizard
of OZ? As soon as I thought that, the chopper dropped something on my
vehicle and it began to catch fire, so I pulled over onto the
shoulder of the Route-1 highway, and took off running into some thick
woods. After running about one to two miles along some wild pathways
in these woods; it led me out to a busy shopping center area
somewhere, and beyond that on the other side, some large road was
there. I ran into one of the stores, and it seemed to be filled with
auto parts, but it was not one of the famous auto parts chain stores
such as Advance or Auto Zone and anything we see normally advertised.
I looked up suddenly when I got to the back wall, and there, standing
and glaring at me, was good old KETCHU or whatever his name is, and
his name tag was just like the one on the WFMU HATE-PAGE for
CRACKPOTS OF NEW JERSEY MEET MARK MOHR, by Listener Theresa.
One thing I know totally for sure, and that is, I was not in Boston,
Massachusetts, USA, ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
I said, and now reiterate because it's of major dam importance:
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.
Here
is the magical FASCITAR. What people don't get is just how powerful
this shit really and truly is. If I tried to charge $1,000.00 to
send these instructions to you, printed on super fancy U. S. mint
type of paper and printed on some wild brew of ink, you would all
say it was valuable. That is how fuckiGN stupid people of Planet
Earth are. I am giving away the fuckign mint, and most everyone
alive is saying, “screw you Mountainpen”! Well, I am still
giving it away. Even the great Mizz Know-It-All from 1974 only knew
part of this. The final part is never printed or wasn't, not in 1969
when new copies were retrieved from a lost Mayan culture from the
stars, or some other crap the AAT Club might dream up. I already
know there is only one world that counts, and anything else is a
bunch of illusion and shit.
Lay
down on a flat comfortable surface, and be sure it is dark and
quiet. If you need to wear a blindfold and put ear-buds in with some
white noise repeating looped sound track, do it. It is best to be
unclothed, but 'whatever' to quote my old 1975 pal, Bob Andrews!
Those living alone or in any situation where they can do this in a
private room, dark and quiet, will receive the best and quickest
successful results. But don't lose hope when it won't happen on your
first try. I don't know one dam Tibetan Guru who got it oon their
first try. You only need to actually DO two steps. The first part of
the four things you need to do, as well as the fourth; merely need
to be mastered by repetition. For those who know of and practiced
stuff, such as what you'll find in Robert Monroe's great book on the
subject of 'astral-projection', throw away all the shit you think
you know about this topic, and merely begin all over again as though
this is all totally new to you. His stuff may or may not work for
various people, but I assure you that you will not be able to
accomplish the results that the Fascitar will bring to you, once you
master its unfathomable secret, and develop this quite outlandish
skill.
STEP
ONE OF FOUR:
You
need to feel divinely blissful.
In order to do this, while laying motionless in your dark quiet
solitude; you
must learn to daydream.
Even people such as me, with rotten lives, can daydream. All of us
no matter what, have something somewhere, that pretending this is
surrounding you; would make you feel almost giddy and high,
naturally
of
course. Don't confuse this with step-2, as things may appear
similar, but they are not really. Each step needs to be done. You
must follow this to an exact tee, no cheating, and no exceptions to
the rule. So find something in
your life that totally tops your number ten list
for
things you look back on and go, 'Oh shit was that mind bending cool
and wonderful, squared'! Fixate on that thing that is a ten with a
double bullet in your cap, and pretend it is all around you. When I
did this, I used my times at the Atlantic City beaches in 1969, when
Ziggy and I enjoyed swims, and talks together; and had a really cool
time. This is not done over and over as the next step item I talk
about needs to be done. This instead is done but once, but you keep
doing it until you almost feel a tingling sensation, from the happy
feelings pulsating throughout you. If you do this right, and wasn't
born in prison or hell, and find the right thing in your life to
remember; you will get that divine blissful feeling of ecstasy, and
without using stupid sixty hippie drugs to get there. Once you reach
the end of step-1, we move onto step two.
STEP
TWO OF FOUR:
This
is where you operate a two-part instruction system that may seem
ridiculous and stupid. Following it precisely however; is key to
your success in becoming a skilled user of Fascitar. Choose a person
or place that you wish to visit. Yes, I told you this would seem to
be a lot like step-1. It isn't. It needs to be followed very
carefully. You need to do it ten times, so don't make the daydream
real long with a million twists and turns like in some James Bond
thriller. Keep it reasonably simple. Visualize your spirit essence
sort of oozing out of your body as if an elephant were to step on a
very large tube of toothpaste. After this, and have your road map
clear in your mind, begin your journey. Remember this must be run
like a tape in your mind, and the precise number of ten repetitions
is pivotal for making this work. When I used to do this after my mom
brought home this wild information from her office, I would choose a
person to visit and tell them to call me on the telephone. I did
this with two people, and they both called me. This is real folks,
not some parlor trick game. Don't mess with this unless you truly
want to prove to yourself that life and death is a big hoax, and
that your true self is not contained in your current physical
housing or shell, (body). So whatever it might be, keep it about
30-90 seconds long, but concentrate hard, and don't mock this thing,
because if you do it correctly and take it seriously, you'll be in
for the shock of your life that you don't need any fucking illegal
drugs like LSD or any of it, to take mind bending trips outside of
ordinary reality, and see the results even, should you wish to, as
did I. Again I stress that you need to do this ten times, not 8, not
9, not 11, not 12, BUT
TEN TMES! Once
you reach the end of step-2, we move onto step three.
STEP
THREE OF FOUR:
This
also is a rote item, where you must do the following thing, exactly
6 TIMES.
This
is where you command your astral body, silently in your mind, to
leave you in several hours, and go and do what you just imagined,
whatever that may have been. You are totally free to change that up
each time you practice this procedure, but you must stay with this
exact 'trip' in each individual practice session. You are free to
command your astral-body to leave you and go on that
imagined-journey, in 3 hours, or 2, or 4, or whatever you personally
feel comfortable with, but the idea is that you need an hour to fall
asleep and be asleep physically, minimum, and then, depending on if
you are a light sleeper who never sleeps without waking up much past
3 hours, you need to adjust the timing to your own personal needs
and physical habits, based on your sleep habits, bladder weakness,
and other situations. Once
you reach the end of step-3, we move onto step four.
STEP
FOUR OF FOUR:
This
is that magic part that I will give you from a lot of personal
experience. It won't be found in any mystery-texts from Mayan ruins
to the mountains of Tibet, or anywhere on this planet. I promise you
that. Most if not all people who succeed in this occult exercise,
will wake up into a waking-freeze state. Your muscles freeze up when
you dream, because if they didn't, you would have a high probability
of injuring yourself in your body while having nightmares, at
various points of your life. Some people can have limited mobility
as they go in-between dream and waking states, and many a spouse has
the black eye to prove that, unless wife dear or hubby boy is using
the excuse to belt his or her significant other and get away with
it. Still, all joking aside; I'll move on. This exercise will
eventually cause you to wake up asleep. This is when your original
trip that you may or may not remember with your conscious mind, has
ended; but you now are in 100% absolute control over a new trip and
dream, and you can enter hyperspace from that point, or move off the
physical hyperspace, and onto the ASTRAL-PLANE (the Purgatory). You
can do this at will, and you will have no trouble whatsoever doing
this, IF that is, you are aware of what is happening to you at this
magical point, and can properly take control and keep calm, because
numerous things will happen to most people who do this, and end up
awake in a dream in their bed. While awake in this dream, you will
see your room clearly, and it will appear to move in two parts,
almost like windshield wipers in a car. You also will hear a buzzing
wine type of sound, that is almost nauseating. You may feel your
heart go faster, and then just stop abruptly, but this is a pure
illusion. You don't need to have a beating heart, to be dreaming. A
doctor will disagree, but they cannot grasp the higher stuff that is
being talked about in these instructions. My point however to all of
this is that you need to get past the fear. You will experience a
blast of fear like nothing you can imagine, because mortal life is
all we remember when we are inside of it, and we think we are dying
or dead in this wild new condition, along with sounds and visions
that become very scary to even the biggest cons in the prison yards.
They fear dying just like all of you do. But
you MUST GET BEYOND THAT FEAR
to
make the Fascitar work for you. This is the really powerful part and
step, because getting to the mountaintop so to speak is great, but
not if after we get there, someone steals our shoes and our coat and
we must turn back and go home. When you reach the point where you
can wake up frozen, and then instead of commanding your higher self
(astral-body) to go somewhere, which in truth nothing ever really
goes anywhere, as we are not even here to begin with; but don't try
tackling that crap right now folks; but when you reach that point,
this is when you need to just will yourself and see yourself on the
ASTRAL-PLANE. I don't even will myself there first and then to any
particular interaction there in the purg. I will myself from my bed,
straight into the great capitol city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, or
(HEAVEN) by your religious systems. Now I am not saying that doing
this won't totally alter your life. Even big Oprah Winfrey knows
that it does, and had a lady on her show, back when she had her show
on network-television, in the middle nineteen-nineties. She'll
remember this lady if you ask her about this, and then show her
these words of Fascitar. I know 95% of my audience are big shots who
know her well. Go ahead, put me to the test, and see if I fail your
credibility meter!
The
Bum
Classification,
CHAPTER
000
The
resemblance is amazing. So is the resemblance to Dawn and Dennis,
with all three of these ''funny-faces'' internet photos. Patty and
the gang just
illegally
froze up my mother fuckiGN computer,
WOW,
it is 2008 all over again,
and going on 080808 too. A really big fucking WOW, and a big
fucking JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, if you please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
KEEP
READING ALONG, AS:
JUST
BECAUSE YOU RECOGNIZE WORDS,
Never
assume there is not any new reading material.
3-6-9,
Frank Callio, Astral Realms, and Nicola Tesla. WOW, there was an
old OUTER LIMITS syfy show about
a fictional radio station called KXKVI. This entity that would be a
little like my wonderful coil, the Lightning Goddess Diana, was
contacted, and transported by accident to the human realm and to
Planet Earth. It was a fantastic show, as all the Outer Limits shows
were really super ass fantastic. Anyway, this entity spoke through a
translator machine, in similar ways that the great powerful U. S. ©
Office knows all too well about from my 1988 music projects where
Diana spoke to me, only repressed memories, road trips to relative's
homes, and tape recorders were more involved with the reality of the
situation, only I had not yet un-repressed my memory, and was not
destined to until living with the great almighty King family, 20
years later. This is a very significant time period may I also add,
20 years, or one briper. On the Astral-Plane, the BRIGGBASE POWERS
make many deals with humans, for one briper, or 20 years. The great
television show, 'DARK SHADOWS' knows about this somehow as well, as
in the late 1969 and early into 1970 circa, with Paul Stoddard, and
the mighty Briggbase Cult deal made with him, and the name was
changed of course to the Leviathan and not the Briggbase people.
Lovely crossed over Jenny Ghost Whispering Hewitt talks about 'the
breathers' on her great hit show. Well, the Briggbase, are the VERY
HEAVY breathers. Ask any real Dark Shadows fan, as they'll freaking
ass tell you without any qualms or trepidation, let alone one tiny
bit of hesitation!!!!!!!!!!! You know the silliest mother fuckign
part of all of everything? They know I could say shit that would
change the world tomorrow. I would be locked up an dissected, and
gone. So what would I possibly have to fucking gain by doing the
ultimate stupid move, when no one is one bit appreciative of all that
I have told already? The answer is absolutely nothing, so I will
never tell the real shit that would close down the planet in hours,
that is of course, if anyone other than my rotten diseased family,
and sicko power hungry government agent spies, were really up
here!!!! If they were, and they are not, my blog would not remain in
a precise averaged monthly count for three years. It would begin to
either shrink away and be just about gone, or it would expand and
grow, and by now, be at least triple the monthly average of about two
large!
So
who is Sarah
Krassle?
She
is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine;
ladies and gentlemen. Lenny McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he
said it live on that CB-RADIO as handle ops man 601, but had it
recorded from 1980, the only year that I ever interacted with him,
and this I'll quote, “There ain't no doubt about it”. He
supposedly was talking to his co-radio friend, Miss Chillie. Yes, you
got it people; the great and powerful non-OZ Copyright Office has all
of this evidence tucked away in my music project files, UP THERE in
good old wonderful WASHINGTON in the great and powerful DISTRICT OF
COLUMBIA. Oh Poolroy, go
home
already.
In
1975, when Jim Burr rescued me from that horrible Halloween party,
and those Satan worshiping nabes, ''the Kaufman's'' next door, who I
called them by; since they always did that Walt Disney trick, to let
you know they were there, by always coughing intentionally, when they
came anywhere close to where you would be, whether going out or
coming in. It is a psychological condition if you carefully analyze
and study with real scrutiny, the entire great book of mental
illness, the “DSM-5”. While Jim and I drove around Lindenwold,
and watched the ghost and goblin kids all dressed up out pirating for
some nice candy; my mom was working at her shipping company in
Philadelphia, with coworker Patricia Hurricane Hollister. Maybe Eddie
Himacane Lynch was a time traveler all along and no one bothered to
recover his repressed memories of it. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA,
Mister McNulty. Yes sir, while Jim and I were escaping Halloween
parties that were quite hellish, he had just left Gloucester, where
Patty and Merry and all other wonderful patched pirates, and
Jokester's, were hanging around, and securing their bags of sweets
and candies. Well, and why not. We all are a bunch of hanging in
there Huntington's. I'll never ever mother fucking forget the day of
the 2007 summer town forest fire, up in Berryville-Hammonton, and how
WAYV said to us, “Hang in there Hammonton”. Yeah, and I'll bet
you were thinking of one resident in particular, who was being a
hanging in there Huntington, ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEIT.
Folks;
how many of you have heard of the stairs of disaster? Right away
you're maybe thinking, “Christ, he's not going to talk about his
daughter as a toddler again in that house, and his dam stupid ass
repressed memories”? No I'm not!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK,
OK, OK, OK, John King, and Paula King????
OK,
OK, OK, OK, John King, and Paula King????
OK,
OK, OK, OK, John King, and Paula King????
OK,
OK, OK, OK, John King, and Paula King????
OK,
OK, OK, OK, John King, and Paula King????
OK,
OK, OK, OK, John King, and Paula King????
Where's
your seventeen thousand dollars, little boy? Lightning asked me that
a long long long time ago, lovely 1984 Ingrid. There is no code,
these are not coded poems. These are truths. Still, KETCHU the great
wants to know how he is going to get paid his $42,000.00 auto
mechanic bill. Yeah Microsoft; I wish billionaire. That would solve a
few hyperspace problems for me and Ketchu Auto-man!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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