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My
blogs made no bones about the Astral Plane and its mighty evil
powerful BRIGGBASE. I discussed elections, the Kalpa, and the one
third of all astral forces in control there. Sound at all familiar
kind folks? You know, Trump's base, about a third; and even the word
'BASE' itself! Come on Mizz M. Safka 208, YO.
“YES
MY FRIENDS, JEWELLY WHITE'S GOT IT GOING ON, AND ART IS QUITE
MAGICAL”. But more than magical, it will if I can escape this
freaking EVIL EMPIRE, be the very
source that permits me to sue AMERICA for every last freaking dime
they all have, and make that dream come into
fruition from 1979 or early into 1980 from Mantua, New Jersey, where
the treasury had cut me a check for
it ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
THEN
YOU WILL ALL BE SNOWED IN!
MY
ILLEGAL SCUMBAG NABES HERE AT THEIS PHA HELL ARE SLAMMING AQWAY,
NATURALLY, IT BEGAN THE MINUTE THAT I MOTHER FREAKING BOOTED UP THIS
NIGHTMARE COMPUKER, YO YO YO YO YO!!!
I
am a descendant Huntington, and I can talk. There is only freaking
Huntington family, and with or without Karen Skinny's Atlantic and
Pacific, we are all cousins, YO! Yes brah, I can talk. It is like
speaking out against this stupid butt licking war on drugs and those
stupid jit ball Reagan's who totally wiped out America for good and
all, or maybe for bad and all. I believe all this junk should be
legalized. Why? A snot nosed child can see it with blind folds
covering his or her eyes, but why argue with 'the epitome of
stupidity', to quote the late great David Roth back in the middle
eighties? My point is quite simple. I do not nor did I ever, DO DRUGS
or drink, or any of this stupid junk, so yeas, that allows me to
talk, as whether the crap is ever legalized or not would have a zero
effect on my life! With the founding father's example, my seventh
great grand daddy Samuel Huntington, I feel this entitles me to say
what I want about all the crap that has gone wrong with this once
totally great nation of ours. Robin Hill, Melanie, psychic vision
times from 1974, gee what next Elmer Fudd and other folks, what next?
So you all tell me if I am just the quintessential crackpot of Jersey
and now Florida, why then was RUSSIA the largest reader of these
WORDS OF MOUNTAINPEN? Why does our sleazy attorney general here in
Florida hate me so much, wonder what this miserable cow is covering
up, were you all not following the stuff about that during the
elections, YO?
Ever
since early twenty-sixteen and my blogs stopped for two and half
years, this Public Housing building will not repair anything in my
place. Right after the Hitler man got in, just as I knew it would
happen, my worst nightmares began. I had only freaking thought my
nightmares were horrendous before that. Cube and Cuban that one, kind
people!
Radio,
TV, internet, social media. These four things worsened the life that
humans now are forced to live here on this lovely planet called the
Earth. With the introduction of all of these items, one by one, the
world got more and more insane, and don't bother trying to prove me
wrong. All you can do is be stupid and laugh and ignore me, or check
it out Mister L&O-Bozz for yourselves. Here is the 'situation',
to quote the great Superman of the fifties; Mister Louigee Henderson
Kent! Do you really think you are inside the top of your forward
somewhere? Only energy is sentient, it thinks, it dreams, it does all
sorts of 'magical Hollister' things. There is a great group of folks
called AAT's or Ancient Astronaut Theorists. They believe some great
stuff, but they fall down hard and fast by not seeing just who really
these aliens are, because I promise you they are not the visitors
from ships who live far away somewhere out there on this physical
plane. They exist at the Plank level; that the Catholic Church calls
the Purgatory. They have a lot of issues going on, the biggest one is
that they must endure a timeless existence or 'endlessness'. Mortals
have a natural fear of death because this permits a physical vacation
where they can escape a hell so unfathomably bad that there is no way
for me to discuss it. They do not come here on vacation however. They
eventually run out of energy from countless interactions and they
dream out and away from their plank-purgatory. By their point of view
they all are doing it at different stages, but since time is only
illusion, out here to us, this appears as one big bang, and has been
labeled this term. They are the energies that eventually cool down
enough to create matter and program a physical plane. It is all done
with pure intellect. All of us, to quote Dock Sagan are star-stuff.
Very true. The stars have programmed all of this and they are highly
intelligent entities watching all of us very closely. They build
solar systems and in our case, this one system has even built us. But
what is us? Your brain is nothing more than a bunch of junky goo on
the physical plane. No computer can think. Only algorithms can create
a computer's ability to be thinking, it does not think because it
cannot think, it has no energetic equivalent to its physical
structure, 'soul' if you will. The gods of the astral system gave the
mighty minded Mister Einstein a fantastic formula, and all he and his
colleagues ever did was concentrate on one side of this wonderful
equation. E=MC SQ. The real power comes when we invert what was
placed into his mind during his times of mental picturing and gods
communications, and let this become M=E/C SQ. Simple enough to invert
any mathematical formula. We all went to 5th
grade. You know, 3+3 = 6. 6-3 + 3. 4x5 = 20. 20/4 = 5. The message
was that we exist in purgatory, we have just slightly more than zero
mass at the Plank Level beyond singularity-0-Dimension, so we lose
enough energy after virtually limitless interactions on this astral
realm, and begin to push outward into the hyperspace all around us
called the physical and caporial plane and world where we all live
physically. Aliens are the energies that have made all of the great
stars that we see at night, and so why don't they communicate in some
meaningful way many ask me.
They talk constantly.
They
use a fantastic code that mortal humans call 'RANDOM'.
Every single communication that they make is followed by their
changing the code. Random or a code that changes with every single
message, is the ultimate code, and without ZDT, it cannot be broken,
and humans on this planet are a long way off from ZDT,
(Zero-Dimensional
Technology)! These gods have no desire to tell us this information
but they did want to see who would be the first one put on this Earth
to come to all of this revelation, Mister Childress. I promise you
that, sir!
My
enemy dirt bag nabes are all harassing me since I have been blogging,
but then folks, you know this, WHAT ELSE IS KNEW, SAME OLD SAME OLD,
(SOSO-WEIN)???
The
Briggbase
is one third of the AWA
(Astral World Authority).
I have told you all this a decade ago. Even the damn Russians all
know all about all of it, huh Hillary my friend, and my best to KP.
She almost beat me up as a teenager in the late nineties at a New
Jersey Dairy Queen. All these things have been removed from lots of
my blogs with some hocus pocus crap about cookies and DCCN or some
similar crap on my Blogger site. It's all freaking totally Greek to
me, YO! You all know I told about the one third and the elections and
the eight million year Kalpa, on numerous prior blogging texts. Then
along comes President Hitler and his '''BASE''', hey, all that's
needed is the jail (BRIGG).
Since
late June, I have had about 500 mother loving dollars of damage done
to my automobile. If you don't help me and get this stopped, oh
wonderful great Sheriff sir, I am going to take the county to court
for allowing a citizen to be persecuted under this oppressive Hitler
Republican RULE and dictatorial domination!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OBLITERATE
ALL OF MY ENEMIES,
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
GO
TO GENERAL ORDER 901, G-189, G-1133, UNDER CODED GENERAL ORDER 2,
CG-5555, CG-18,
A---N---D----------------S---T---O---P!
SOME
BUNCH OF MOTHER FUCKERS WILL PAY FOR THIS DEATH SIEGE ON ME SINCE
FUCKING AUGUST OF 1986, AND AGAIN SINCE AUGUST OF 2013, I PROIMISE
YOU MISTER TAHREN GANDHI.
Oh
Gawky Gaukauk, help me, pweeeeeeeeeeeeze. TANKS!
As
I said in December of 2016,
Yes,
my freaking
scumbag neighbors from hell
ARE
ANNOYING THE FREAKING HELL OUT OF ME.
Whenever
Stanley next door is away,
they
make all the noise they want to, and the reason is simple. They
don't give a muck about freaking me.
I
am not one of them or in their HIP HOP RAP SCUM CLUB, nor would I
ever wanna' fudging be!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEE!
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
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glue and olive pits? An angry mother. At the risk of sounding
negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of is that you cannot
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BELONG TO THE COSMOS, MISTER SAGAN, OR THE DAMN
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I'LL
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