The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": CHAPTER 87, GTNOTG

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 87

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DOORS HAVE SLAMMED ALL CUNT CHEWING AFTERNOON. THIS IS VERY FUCKING ASS ANNOYING, KIND SHERIFF SIR, HERE ON MY FLOOR AT PUBLIC GARBAGE ASS HOUSING, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes sir, Mister David Leigh Smith, I found it very difficult to believe such an incredible reality back in the autumn of 1970, when you went onto tell me to see life as a set of realistic circumstances not necessarily matching real world evidence, and to trust, ALWAYS, and FOREVER, no matter what; the real world evidence, such as those words that you had written that afternoon on the blackboard; that I saw upon returning from the other school, and back to Hopkins Lane and your class, on that middle late afternoon.

I don't have to scream and shout, Freddy Hellflick Elm of Thirteenth Street, in or out of the great Nick Blair Woods or necks of it, but I will scream for that god dam ice cream, and yes

I only bought a small amount of the Publix brand, which is always under five dollars at the Publix Store, and I have learned to enjoy this brand of ice cream just about as much as Breyers, as before I came to Florida, it was Breyers or nothing, and proves you can teach an old dog new tricks, in case the world may just be remotely interested. Peeps were extremely unfriendly all over, so screw them right back. The world has become a very horrible rotten ass place, and you can multiply that by about three hundred and ten thousand or so, give or take, or whatever, Oak Street Bob, old 1975-1980 buddy!

AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER FUCKING MCNULTY!!!

There was an unforgettable day out of thousands of them for me, and I speak of HOSE DAY, huh Happy J. Superman King look-alike? Anyone who ever saw that great black & white episode of SUPERMAN with Happy-J-King, called, “The Defeat of Superman”, needs only to remember Mister King. This is a total double of the JOHN KING in Atlantic City who posed as Paula King's father, who maybe the reverse is more true, and that Paula King of WAYV-FM posed as John King's daughter. There was a day in 1996, just down the street from the hotel that once stood there and was there in this time, called King David Hotel, where one of his several parking lots was. When I drove to it to park, he insisted that I use a hose to wash myself off, before returning to his lot. If you study the bible real closely folks, there is a mystery about water-baptism and applying water to a person. He insisted that I do this even after telling him I may not go to the beach at all and maybe was going to only gamble in the casino. He kept saying to me over and over when I tried to argue with him about this, OK, OK, OK? It was going to be his way or no way. Forget the highway, as he wasn't taking no for a fucking answer. When Paula wanted my DNA, not once but four times, three in Jersey and one in Babylon, New York, SHE WASN'T TAKING NO FOR AN ANSWER EITHER, MISTER DAVID LEIGH SMITH OF COOLEY HADDONFIELD HALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I merged the New Testament of Morianity and made my cassette taped LIFE JOURNAL, one and the same thing, after the summer of 1997, when I ended this journal that began on February 1, 1983, in Atco, New Jersey; and was then called, ''PHONE PROGRAM 1'' on the 'A' side, and ''PHONE PROGRAM 2'' on the 'B' side; and then each following cassette tape, was the next higher integers, so that on the 'A-side' it was always an odd number, as well as two numbers higher than the previous cassette tape, and on the 'B-side' it was always an even number, as well as two numbers higher than the previous cassette tape. Now taking an average, from the time this started on February first in 1983, and where I ended it in the summer of 1997, somewhere around the low 12,000 amount in numeration, I then simply average where this might have been if I was in a parallel universe where it went on to this very day, and there never was a Morianity, nor did I ever stop my ''LIFE JOURNAL''. Doing this takes one very simple mathematical process. I took 12,000 and divided by the amount of rounded off years of the existence of the journal, 1983-1997, or 14 years, dividing 12000 by 14, and then multiplying this average annual cassette A/B side journal tape number, and multiplying by the amount of years it would be from 1983 through the end of last year or 2013, which means 12,000 divided by 14 multiplied by 30, or really thirty fourteenths of 12000, 30/14X12000. The calculator purchased at the Fort Pierce Dollar Store three or four years ago, shows this figure to be 25714.285, and so I merely rounded it off so I can start at a nice clean 25,700, just dropping the 14.3 or just less than this. So early in 2014 I started the following thing:

EQUIVALENT JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE #25,700

MARK WAYNE MOHR AND HIS LIFE JOURNAL IS NOT STOPPABLE, IT WILL GO ON UNTIL THERE IS NO MORE MARK WAYNE MOHR. HOW I CHOOSE TO PRESERVE OR ATTEMPT TO PROTECT IT, WILL BE MY OWN BUSINESS, AND DONE HOWEVER I CHOOSE TO DO IT. SOME THINGS ARE STILL LEGAL AND FREE IN THIS GREAT YOU ESS OF A.

FEBRUARY 10, 2014,

MONDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:04,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 74 DEGREES FNHT.

Para-llel universes, Copyrighted registration certificate-PAU000204015, Paula, Patricia, and more (PA) stuff; is all topic for expanded ESS data at a future time, kind people. Again, “We can always get back to this”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The topic of ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society) is quite intricate and complex. Also there is PA as in PUBLIC ADDRESS, PA as in Carlisle, Pennsylvania (PA) where ADA Wirtz told me that I would find all my answers, regarding my persecution, ever since leaving high school, in January of 1973. Then comes the really ultimate original Latin-PA-root. I mean who doesn't know about PATRICIDE, from killing ones father?

JANUARY 31, 2016,

SUNDAY AFTERNOON AT 3:21,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 72 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-72/L-54).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 64%, FEELING LIKE 76 .

WIND IS SSW AT 3, WITH GUSTING TO 7.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.

The FEDERAL BUREAU of INVESTIGATION has many great agents, besides fake Tom Hanks and the crew, one of such being Agent Steve Caruso. He knows my tale from hell is 100% totally real, but I don't expect him or anyone else at the official level such as any wonderful 2008 Copyright Office examiners, to risk losing their jobs or careers to help in my vindication to pull my innocent fucking ass fat out of the fire, YO!!!

I am really sick and fucking tired of being treated like substandard fucking dog shit squared by the owner/controllers of this world, who know that I have been viciously robbed, raped, and basically murdered out of my human rights to be a legitimate person, as well as many other things. If all wrongs were made right, they all know, oh great FBI; that I should be at a minimum, a multi-millionaire off dozens of fucking things they all have ripped off from me. These things may go unknown on Earth, but I promise you all this cunt lapping much. There is a judgment day facing a lot of cock sucking dirt bags out here, and THEY ALL KNOW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!

As for John Crowley and his tow-truck and how he robbed me, I think that is a wild James Redfield coincidence that his court situation with the child endangerment charge he received, was March 29, 1997. This was the day my hyperspace daughter Paula king Junior was born, or in her case, she insists on her nickname of PEE. Son of Sam, Officer of the great and powerful Williamstown, New Jersey, Police Department; his daddy witnessed your entering my place, oh mighty exploratron PAULA KING. He just did not witness the memory loss, or the rape; the second time you raped me; right news media who made dam fucking sure that story was killed as quickly as possible; and do not think someday that this will not all come fucking out, because it fucking ass will, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bob McDowell, the 'FUCKIGN' HACK and the 'ODF' HACK are back with a mother fucking vengeance; old pal and ex-FCC Chairman/Director!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lions, tigers, bears, or double tigers, all notwithstanding; Miss Blake was the lady in 1983 at the AT&T Annoyance Caller Bureau, in New Jersey. Happy birthday Papa John, and it is not my fault if I have fleas. SHEEEEEEEEEEIT, YO!!!!!!!!!

Oh yes kind lads and lassies, there is one great FBI-AGENT, and one great PROFESSOR. Both are great for many reasons, but one reason that Professor Michio Kaku is great, up at NYU; is because he has the power to vindicate me by admitting that even though my life appears to be insane, I am not! All my life, the shit talked about in quantum books, is way more powerful with me. WHY? Simple! I am more a part of why this entire program of reality is all here in the first place. Upline from us is an old woman who remembers me from our childhood, and who has made this entire simulation, just so this can all happen again, only this time, she chooses, as GODDESS of this entire program, to move on into this new life. She forgot our special code, of eighteen clever girls, the password for her jacking in and out of this thing, but I remember it. I also remembered it unconsciously as a man of thirty. If for any reason, she ever remembers even a spark of any of this while here in any of her jacked in lives, and uses this pass-code for her computer, (eighteenclevergirls) without the parenthesis, or three identities inside of six dimensions; or as Magnesonic/Keyboards From Petahell uses it as CG-18, with or without any help at all from lovely 12 year old Queen Elizabeth, or the great 1984 United States Copyright Examiners. WEEEEEEEEEE Prof. Kaku and Doctor Chair!!!!!!!!!!!!

This cool and great dude up there at NYU knows the very same thing I do, and not based on some fictional TV-show such as TNG-Star Trek and its holographic holo-deck bullshit. If reality is broken down on a sub-atomic level to a certain point, there is a complexity inside the forces that show the exact truth of a binary coding system that literally becomes tiny machines that when all program-placed together in a cosmic order from our vantage point inside of this simulation, it is produced by an upline reality that is based on binary-computer code. We know that this entire cosmos is produced by an upline intelligence, in other words. Still, and even beyond all of that, there is more to be said. This of course can and will have to wait. My life right now sucks way too fucking badly for me to go on with these details.

END TRANSMISSION.

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 86

I am on a major fucking roll for the DISDEE-ENEMY that makes things vanish, and naturally, I don't believe in 100-BCE cave days shit, BUTTTTTTTT, I definitely do believe in the very same resulting reality all around everywhere. What I jokingly refer to as the disappearing demon entity, that then went onto evolve into the combined shorter name of DISDEE; is merely a jest in so far as conceptual nomenclature. Do I know it is all real, and more precise than any Swiss time peace ever yet built? You bet your ass I do, Annie Cornfields Amy Madigan Costner!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of this being as major and annoying as all mother fucking shit eating hell, I have the KLUTZ-OUT-DEMON mother fucker on me recently, that is literally driving me up a cunt huffing wall at the speed of light god dam squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So far today, my fave ice cream spoon has vanished into the winds, and off of the four corners of this world; and I have spilled, and made a dam ass unholy mess all over my bed; and just after an hour of cleaning in my kitchen, I had to go right back to another mother fuckiGN cunt eating ten or fifteen minutes of cleaning my bedspread. To put this quite politely; this is getting major mother fuckiGN annoying as all god dam ass get the shit out!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WO Billy H.

Para-llel universes, Copyrighted registration certificate-PAU000204015, Paula, Patricia, and more (PA) stuff; is all topic for expanded ESS data at a future time, kind people. Again, “We can always get back to this”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The topic of ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society) is quite intricate and complex. Also there is PA as in PUBLIC ADDRESS, PA as in Carlisle, Pennsylvania (PA) where ADA Wirtz told me that I would find all my answers, regarding my persecution, ever since leaving high school, in January of 1973. Then comes the really ultimate original Latin-PA-root. I mean who doesn't know about PATRICIDE, from killing ones father?

JANUARY 30, 2016,

SATURDAY EVENING AT 7:31,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 59 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-69/L-44).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 93%, AND WIND CHILL IS 58 .

CALM WINDS ARE GUSTING ESE AT 11 .

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.

IS THIS ONE BIT FAIR?

MARK WAYNE MOHR

I AM FEELING LIKE TOTAL FUCKING SHIT.

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GUESS—-GUESTS---GAMES---SARAH KRASSLE---ESS, or the Great And Powerful (GAP) Exploratronic Supermind Society!!!!!!!!!! Some may be hiding right up there near this famous to this area beach club, The Avalon Beach Club of Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, ESMWG.

All galaxies in the cosmos, including our very own Milky Way Galaxy (MWG), has both a center, as well as its perimeter edges. So just how did the mighty wonderful SAMSUNG ELECTRONIC COMPANY, seem to know so much about all of this Exploratronic Star Trek and Morianity recent deal, one is left to seriously ponder about??????????????? Let us carefully examine all of this, folks. They have great products. I even voluntarily endorse some of them on my blogs from time to time. But right around the time I bought those STAR TREK VIDEO VHS MOVIE TAPES from my local Fort Pierce, Florida, USA GOODWILL-STORE, at the Virginia Avenue Shopping Mall, here in town on Route 1 US-Federal-Highway; and shortly thereafter began to evolve in my thinking about many things, such as the truth about PINK-GODDESS, as well as so many reasons based on good sound fucking logic, as to why I came to these beliefs; along comes this great new phone from SS or I think they call these devices 'I' phones in this high teck world of Pottery-Wizardry, and they call it GALAXY-EDGE, as in PINK-GODDESS dwelling indeed out at our galaxy's edge, at least in the STAR TREK episode from 1966, called, “Where No Man Has Gone Before”. I am now left to seriously wonder if this great electronics company, or its owners or majority stockholders, and whatever; are more than just who they are physically, such as Gene Roddenberry and his writing crew and the gang who created this marvelous STAR TREK culture, half a century ago this very year. I mean, that most likely, as with the crew that invented Star Trek, the owners of SAMSUNG may very well also have transdimensional dream-force travelers (Type-3-Exploratrons) inside and controlling them, from advanced parallel universes where time is ahead of us, and so would be technology, wisdom, and knowledge. Hey, as Ziggy said in July and August back in 1969 so often, ''I don't know nothing'', not for sure. How can I, or you, or anyone else for that matter? But I do say that this is enough of a weird coincidences for me to believe this to be a definite-possibility.

JANE MOTHER FUCKING TOTAL WHORE BITCHWITCH NONOBREATHSLUT, JUST FUCKING GOT ME AGAIN, WITH PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN. SHE IS GOING TO FIND THE END OF MY FUCKING SHOE ONE DAY, AND THAT'S A DAM PROMISE.

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Well goooooooooooooolllllllllleeeeey Sergeant Carter old buddy, old pal. If I am not the eternally hangin' in there HUNTINGTON for crying out loud, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Braintree where one of my ax murdering family branches lived up north in Massachusetts-USA, is only a short way from the great Boston. It is considered to be a suburb section of the city, and quite the exclusive one, or it was. I never have been there. I guess my mom's Aunt Alice Gallagher and her mom from Chicago, wish they had never been there either, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! Oh yes, you may do it, Mister Michael McNulty. “WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”.

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So we suffer and we suffer, and we wonder, and I wonder; why then is no one ever EVER in any hurry at all, to go to HEAVEN, and be rid of “THE DEVIL”?

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That night, watching those Star Trek shows, while living at 112 Harvard Avenue, Somerdale, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, in 1996, in the autumn on the 30^th Anniversary of their TELEVISION SHOW PRODUCTION LAUNCH; memories flooded in that I could not handle, leading to the wild dreams the following year of the Publishing Clearinghouse's PCN-231 PRIZE-PATROL truck with that co-ed named K. J. McAllister, who won that January of 1997; and then the wild song that led to the 2012 production and 2013 Copyright of ''Wanna' Spend My Time'', the fence at Eden's great garden, and a lot more. This is when I was looking nearby the television set, little as it may have been mizz Britney Lavino, and Mister Stanley Crooked Bernstein; and as that great voted-number-1 episode of STAR TREK was airing, suddenly a voice kept saying while I was staring off of the TV set and onto my venetian blinds, “Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”. All of these things are on my earlier parts of this now freaking ass ten year blog project that we all know as 'MORIANITY', YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later on, we can get to how the venetian blinds, the episode on the show called, ''THE TROUBLE WITH TRIBBLES'', and a bit more, all brought me parsecs ahead of where I would have been ''spiritually'', if these events were not all LAWTRONICALLY PROGRAMMED to happen, and so, they did, Mister Pharaoh of all babbling's, on and on and on; AKA Babylon, for shorter and abridged sayings, and codings, of all wild strange rhyming rhythms, in all parallel universes everywhere in the multiversal hyperspace, AKA the fifth dimension, Mizz Marilyn McCoo, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There is a whole lot more to this story of my weekend, and the movie, “THE RING”, as far as just what I have told you all so far, regarding re-remembering that my mail box at my Atco home, in 1983, was not damaged in the way that I forced myself to think. But this is just in three dimensions. What if we Rubik Cube this thing into five dimensions of the multiverse, and use all phases of reality? Now, we no longer need word puzzle games to kill the spare time in our lives, or even a bunch of Colombo type detective and sleuth movies from the great Hollywood. Life itself IS A HUGE GAME, far bigger than any of you out here have a tiny clue about, Mister Poolroy-95, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD, CHAPTER 1

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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???

While we are awake, we think we have control over what we think. Think about it real carefully folks. Do you really? Can you decide you are going to think about bright red shoes and nothing other than bright red shoes, for five minutes? How about for one minute even? When we manage to control these thoughts, over those that flood into our BRAIN from the MIND REALM (D-6); this is when we can then go to sleep, and decide before falling asleep, that wherever we wake up, we will first think the thoughts that “I know I am dreaming, and must learn to become aware of it, and to eventually control my dream-double who I am dreaming through”. Do you even begin yet to see one trillionth of what is happening to you and me and all of us everywhere, here in cosmos?

Now mind exercises, meditating, and numerous well know spiritual practices are nothing new. I merely tell that by doing certain things to the brain, the brain wil then respond. It is like taking acid or doing other brain destructive things. One day those who make a habit out of those things, will wake up with their brain all damaged and fucked up to hell. But doing certain things that Morianity discusses, will allow you to control your dream-life, and from there, the towel seepage effect can be seen almost instantaneously in waking normal life, as told over and over again. I will go on to give lessens soon, just as I did with the mighty and super secret 6-10-FASCITAR. So don't go doing the red shoes thing for ten minutes and then go to sleep waiting to take over the world like Trump has done. There is a lot more to it and why it does not work very well for me will also be totally explained, in full detail. And no, not with some short lame sentence like Satanic or Huntington Curse. I still to this day have tons to tell you all about the KINGS, even the SUPER KINGS. There is a lot more to WAYV and John and Paula, and why she used me for my DNA, and so much more, so don't even think about getting it out of me in the next few blogs, as to quote lovely Judge Judy, “It's not happening”!

The BOM does not charge advertisers on any site I post to should they wish to advertise any legal product or service. I many times just cut and paste ads in that I feel like endorsing, not for any real reason many times other than they copy and others don't. By pure accident in other words, some ad spots are up here at Blogger. For a short time, ads appeared on my blogs at the Wordpress web-site. Then they abruptly stopped as quickly as they started. I don't know what gives, nor do I care, but I do have a very powerful point that I am getting to here, kind folks. Before today, I did not have a clue that Samsung Electronics had a product whose name reflects PINK GODDESS truths. Yet for some reason, their ad copied in nicely, and so I put it onto some blogs here and there. I am going to tell you a secret every bit as huge as ESS and PINK GODDESS and all of this, and yes, it fits into this perfectly, but you may or may not be able to see this for yourselves, as we all are prisoners of our own very unique set of total combined life's experiences. The reason mental health issues are not properly addressed, is all part of coverups. The entire psych industry is in on the collusion that if nothing else can discredit someone or something, then we can make them certified-crazy. This way, anything no matter what, they can ever say or do or even prove, is always space-cadet city and forever totally fucking discredited. If advertisers came to my blogs, this endorses me as OK by them, or said differently, it lessens my space-cadet-status, and thus automatically heightens my credibility in the things that these blogs discuss and indirectly promote, such as the general ideas and concepts of MORIANITY. It is pretty hard for them to stop me from putting ads ontyo my blog, when I do not accept a penny ever under any circumstance. I doubt there is another blog anywhere that accepts advertising so long as it is legal stuff, and yet, does not charge one red cent ever. In fact, a stipulation exists that I refuse to ever at any time accept one single penny. This allows me to run what I call, and sure, this was planned back when my view total was as low as half a hundred hundred-K, Mountainpen's Ultimate Credibility Test or (my MUCT). Simply put, this means that with a blog of over 100,000 page-views total, and a blog that does not charge advertisers, nor will it ever at any time for any reason, and has no advertising other than for my cut and paste in ad-spots, I can honestly claim that people in charge of this world, are indeed against me, and want to throw me off the entire internet, because my blogs tell stuff about them that is contrary to what they wish told about them. Now getting back to mental health issues and how that fits into this; allow please me to go on. The reason people love those who are physically ill and hate those who are mentally ill, is simple as Mike Jackson and his god dam 123ABC bullshit. A child can see through this fucking total stenchy dogshit. First, people need to go through the nut-case stage, before advancing to see things on such an elevated level, that they are totally dangerous to all of the others not yet there. Before you realize that cosmos shows us things, we think the world is plotting together to screw with us. Now I know that Samsung and this Pink-Goddess connection, is just more of the opening of doors when I kept knocking, and more of the finding when I came seeking. It is an automatic Lawtronic process created by the circuitry of the seventh dimension. No true seeker can be turned away. Cosmos will always provide the breadcrumbs, small and insignificant as they may appear to be, for all of the real earnest seeking super-sleuths of the worlds of fifth-dimensional hyperspace. This is and forever remains true, Mister Clarence Harris, and FAA Admiral Perry, whether Queen Kate beats me up OR NAUT, Mizz AT&T 1983 BLAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh sure, some of the smarter agents or dream-force travelers, or as Bob Andrews said it so great, back in the middle nineteen-hundred-seventies, 'whatever', guessed by now about these powerful people in my past; and how they have way more effect on me here, from their transdimensional realities as they do in this waking world here. How any of you can live a lifetime in 3-D, boggles my mind; after I have lived in the full five dimensional truth of existence for so very long. Think about it seriously for goddess' sake. The Bible says that the Almighty accuses ''3-D us'' of adultery and murder, if we are lusting on someone with sexual intentions, or seeing them while thinking hateful or jealous thoughts. On the 3-D surface this is totally unfair. Is GODDESS-ALMIGHTY UNFAIR? I think we all know that that is not the truth. But when this Almighty Spirit sees us, it sees us in the full 5-D. If we are lusting here, then somewhere even in the localized hyperspace, our full beingness in 5-D is indeed sinning in adultery, somewhere. The towel-seepage effect of that other parallel universe where we are actually committing the sin, then goes onto cause us in extremely local hyperspace, to merely have the towel-seepage effect or HSE of merely lusting. Believe me or don't believe me, the Bible knows the full truth of five-dimensionality. That dude in my nightmare last night, was STEVE at age thirty, and I too was younger there. I am a few years his junior in both of these parallel worlds, there as well as over here. Steve was with Santa Claus, and Patty Hollister, back in March of 1975; one of the two times that stuff was being moved from my apartment at Dellway Arms, in Oaklyn, New Jersey, USA; into the place at 1118 Linden Hill, in Lindenwold, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG. Hey. I'm not trying to get Cousin Callio all worked up or excited here with all of this, but it is all the truth, and it must be spoken on Morianity, as Morianity IS TRUTH, and nothing else BUTTTTTT!!!! Over in this other parallel universe, Steve and I became very good friends, until a very disastrous event happened. Now before going on here, I must tell you that the crazy nutcase that Patty had fallen madly in love with over here, was not around there. He either was never born in that world, like with that great Jimmy Stuart Christmas movie 'IAWL', or merely was not living or working anywhere near Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, or in the New Jersey 'Delaware Valley' area. If this was a more distant parallel universe, he of course could be working in the same building that Patty was back then, and they still may never have crossed paths, but this is a very close-in (localized) PAU000204015 (PA-U). Funny how Microsoft did that. PA-U is for Parallel-Universe, and not a musical project copyrighted registration number, WHAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA, Mister McNulty!!! T3E scum are inside my fucking cunt computer, persecuting me. They almost crashed me and while they did, I was on page mother fucking eleven of eleven, getting a major JANE DIRTWEEDS THISTLETHORNS ONES ASSAULT!!!!!!!! Now let me compensate for that attack with my fives-numbers, please, folks. YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Now one thing I am very happy about. The stock market was up in three digit points today. Yes, you heard me. I said I am HAPPY, in fact I said I am VERY happy about it. Why you ask? Good. That means you're freaking paying some attention to Morianity. Mountainpen merely is the tool or new-age-prophet, delivering this Morianity or QUINTESSENTIAL-TRUTHS to waking world carbon-based consciousness, and AKA 'humanity'.

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, PATTY AND STEVE!!! Oh sure, some of the smarter agents or dream-force travelers, or as Bob Andrews said it so great, back in the middle nineteen-hundred-seventies, 'whatever', guessed by now about these powerful people in my past; and how they have way more effect on me here, from their transdimensional realities as they do in this waking world here. How any of you can live a lifetime in 3-D, boggles my mind; after I have lived in the full five dimensional truth of existence for so very long. Think about it seriously for goddess' sake. The Bible says that the Almighty accuses ''3-D us'' of adultery and murder, if we are lusting on someone with sexual intentions, or seeing them while thinking hateful or jealous thoughts. On the 3-D surface this is totally unfair. Is GODDESS-ALMIGHTY UNFAIR? I think we all know that that is not the truth. But when this Almighty Spirit sees us, it sees us in the full 5-D. If we are lusting here, then somewhere even in the localized hyperspace, our full beingness in 5-D is indeed sinning in adultery, somewhere. The towel-seepage effect of that other parallel universe where we are actually committing the sin, then goes onto cause us in extremely local hyperspace, to merely have the towel-seepage effect or HSE of merely lusting. Believe me or don't believe me, the Bible knows the full truth of five-dimensionality. That dude in my nightmare last night, was STEVE at age thirty, and I too was younger there. I am a few years his junior in both of these parallel worlds, there as well as over here. Steve was with Santa Claus, and Patty Hollister, back in March of 1975; one of the two times that stuff was being moved from my apartment at Dellway Arms, in Oaklyn, New Jersey, USA; into the place at 1118 Linden Hill, in Lindenwold, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG. Hey. I'm not trying to get Cousin Callio all worked up or excited here with all of this, but it is all the truth, and it must be spoken on Morianity, as Morianity IS TRUTH, and nothing else BUTTTTTT!!!!

Over in this other parallel universe, Steve and I became very good friends, until a very disastrous event happened. Now before going on here, I must tell you that the crazy nutcase that Patty had fallen madly in love with over here, was not around there. He either was never born in that world, like with that great Jimmy Stuart Christmas movie 'IAWL', or merely was not living or working anywhere near Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, or in the New Jersey 'Delaware Valley' area. If this was a more distant parallel universe, he of course could be working in the same building that Patty was back then, and they still may never have crossed paths, but this is a very close-in (localized) PAU000204015 (PA-U). Funny how Microsoft did that. PA-U is for Parallel-Universe, and not a musical project copyrighted registration number, WHAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA, Mister McNulty!!! T3E scum are inside my fucking cunt computer, persecuting me. They almost crashed me and while they did, I was on page mother fucking eleven of eleven, getting a major JANE DIRTWEEDS THISTLETHORNS ONES ASSAULT!!!!!!!! Now let me compensate for that attack with my fives-numbers, please, folks. YO!!!!!!!!!

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WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, LOVELY PAM BONDI, FLORIDA STATE ATTORNEY GENERAL. HAVE ALL LIBERTIES AND CIVIL RIGHTS VANISHED INTO POTTER COFFERFIELD BLAINES STINKING MAGIC HAT?????????????????????????

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Every mother fucking time for the past 5 months since this DOUBLE FUCKING TECHNO-POOP SHIT, FUCKED UP MY CUNT SWALLOWING LIFE, ON AUGUST 28, 2013; THEY PERSECUTE, THEN THE NEXT 3 WEEKS IS UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, SO WATCH IT GO STRAIGHT TO FUCKING 17, 18, 19, 20 THOUSAND CUNT SUCKING POINTS NOW, AND AS ALWAYS; RIGHT ON MY AGONIZED BACK, TORTURE AND TORMENT THEY CAUSE ME AND GET SCOTT FUCKING CUNT AWAY WITH IT, AND HAVE, SINCE ANOTHER FAMOUS FUCKING AUGUST, QUITE SOME TIME AGO; AND YESTERDAY TO MOTHER FUCKING ASS POOR LITTLE PATHETIC ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!

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