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The
ongoing reason for my hellish trip through
waking world hyperspace in the human parts of the
metaverse/multiverse, is simple enough, once some of the basics are
understood just a wee damn bit, kind peeps! Yes I
indeed have said that someone in this present time Huntington family
must suffer the tradeoff of Sarah Krassle's 'video-game' where
a substitution is offered those who are in rebellion with their
Almighty GODDESS SSJKK, and built into
this super cool game is the only way to not rack up more
ASTRAL-INTERACTIONS in a region
in PLANK, that Morianity refers to as “DOGTOWN”,
and you might translate for yourselves as my readers as “HELL”!
Many 'Christians' who are clueless to super hushed up powerful
truths, will holler out real quickly that my teachings are SATANIC
and EVIL, as they do not agree 100% perfectly with (ONLY JESUS) being
able to make that tradeoff with those willing participants of
humanity who use their free will, and decide to become
(SAVED)/(BORN-AGAIN)/(WHATEVER)! Only it is the
ignorance of humankind making this illusion appear to them in this
manner. Those who understand code-DNA, such as Professor Kaku
of NYU, and David Childress of the AAT Society; see that I tell no
lie. But without getting too far off the point that I'm trying to
make on this blog, let me get back down to freaking cases here, my
kind folks.
Yes, I am suffering
as the present day, and time, and age, 'CHOSEN-HUNTINGTON', and this
will never ever be anything other than completely true, and
completely hellish and nightmarish, but still; in order to have this
horrific **** bestowed on me; a real-world
group of situations are necessary in order to bring my suffering
about. Nothing ever just freaking happens just out of the blue
for no reason, or only perhaps for 'no
apparently humanly distinguishable reasons'. I SPEAK OF, OH
YES, HERE WE GO AGAIN; ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY,
(PARALLEL EVENT), and how the
gods brought this information to me at a bathtub in my apartment one
day, early in 1986, at the Highview Apartment Complex of
Williamstown, GWPOS, New Jersey, U. S. A.
Every single time,
since my nightmares all started going from frying
pan intensity, directly into FIRE-INTENSITY,
on August 15, 1986, it was all a result of ICPE-APE-TECH, something
not from this world, Mister David Childress, and Professor Michio
Kaku of NYU. It seems that no one is permitted to use special
information from beyond, to try and rearrange their personal life or
improve it, or interfere in any way with this information, with the
society that the great Nucleation (Sarah Jehovah Krassle), has spit
out from what the Cern-Collider peeps call, the (Plank-Time)! I dared
to use this PARALLEL-EVENT system in the Earthly casino game known by
most all folks, as Roulette. Playing outside bets, there are three
parameters of the 36 non vig-house numbers of 0 and 00. All 36 of
those numbers are either red or black, either odd or even, and either
low or high. Without boring anyone to total freaking tears and going
into pages of boring text on how to work the system, the
powers to be from Earthly casino owners all the way to the
not so Earthly higher FAWCES, knew before too much time
had elapsed, since I began using this in the Atlantic City Casinos,
that I was disrupting the Huntington Curse,
and that as I, as the CHOSEN HUNTINGTON,
was not permitted to break out and away
from the great SALVATION TRADEOFF CURSE of this mind bending
incredible, and totally unfathomable, family lineage; YO BRO!!!!
One day while
playing a roulette game at Donald John Trump's Castle Casino, now
called the Trump Marina, in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA, EARTH,
SOL, MWG; I was stopped by the security peeps at the Casino Control
Commission Booth, nearby the table where I had been playing; and the
folks there politely requested that I tell them just exactly what I
was doing with all of my little stick figures, and notepad pages.
Like a total innocent idiot of just barely
thirtiesh in age, thinking the world was a relatively OK place,
and that everything was all sugar and spice, and peaches and cream,
and 'jelly and jam' which is a
more 'Astral Plane' accepted expression for describing it,
especially in the Capitol City of the Capitol Province of Olympia,
called, “SAHASRA DAL KANWAL”,
I explained to those who were inquiring, just precisely and exactly I
was doing, comparing all twelve bi-parameters of all spins against
the remaining parameter on the following spin. This way, there is a
constantly running twelve possible outside stick figure betting
possibilities that have a chance to line up with a strong parallel
event where lots of stick figures are on one side and very few are on
the other side. Put simply, waiting for one of the strong parallel
event betting situations and betting with the strong parallel with
all of the stick figures, using high value money chips placed on
their gaming layout cloths, I was raking in the money like
a damn king, just not you
Paula!LSS folks (Long-Story-Short), there is more to this
that makes the odds shift from a negative advantage when using this,
all the way to about a 2% positive advantage in endlessly running
play-time, but no need to even get into all of that. Once I gave my
brief whittle synopsis to those CCC folks at the casino gaming booth,
ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE, because the great math whizzes knew this really
works and really can indeed defeat not only roulette but anything it
is applied against. Hacking of course, FBI, Mister FCC former
Chairman/Director McDowell, and ACLU, etcetera, is really really
picking up, and gee folks, I WONDER FREAKING WHY? Now this is not a
blog about how to beat gaming systems, but rather to discuss how ever
since that very day in middle 1986 at Trump's dirt bag casino in
ACNJUSAESMWG, THESE HALLS FAWCES CONTROLED HUMANS, and most likely
many if not most or even allofem, as a part of the great frightening
travelers club that MORIANITY
calls the (EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY),
declared total mother ******* war on poor
pathetic helpless little MARK WAYNE
MOUNTAINPEN MOHR, and things
have been like this now for over 32 **** lapping dirt bag years!!!
Now
Trump, more than anyone else, knows
how PARALLEL EVENT WORKS,
as it was HIS PEOPLE back then in middle 1986, that were informed by
me, just how it does; and how I was using it. Dummy little mother
******* me, huh peeps, YO? What an
***hole I am, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, without fail,
ever since those times where this nightmare all got a damn foothold
on my hellish life; whenever that dirt bag
piece of scum needs to have things go his way, LIKE
MAGIC, POOF, HARASS AND PERSECUTE HIS OLD ARCH RIVAL, MARK
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR,
and this causes him to win, while sending me endlessly into the ****
huffing doghouse of endless pathetic hell!!!!!!! This year, as
well as just recently this month, he has had some real problems; so
to get out of them, as always, BANG-POW-POOF, hit me, flood
my damn apartment, just as he did to absolutely guarantee him a win
on the 2016 ******* election, and you get the picture!!!! This
has been going on for 32+ years, and things in my **** chewing life
were definitely NOT JELLY AND JAM before August of 1986.
As stated earlier by my blog, FROM THE FRYING PAN RIGHT INTO THE ****
SUCKING FIRE. No better way exists for me to describe it, kind folks,
and this is nothing but total truths, so help me SSJKK Almighty
SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE!!! If any part of this story to
the goddamn world is untrue or any freaking part of a lie, may I
spend the next octillion mother ******* years in a hellfire a
trillion times worse that it is right now and forever, OH
ALMIGHTY LOVELY TEEN-QUEEN JEHOVAH GODDESS, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Global Audience By Shade Ratio:
Hey
peeps, when it's all said and done, believe what you want. The
damn Russians seem to know something is up.
Why else did all of this hacking on me become the news of the day,
and why else is this
nutcase six year
old
our
president?
Why is Russia the main part of the entire globe that has been so damn
interested in my blogs? I
don't say it, I don't make false claims,
I have posted real honest verifiable GOOGLE
and BLOGGER
charts, regarding all of this. Here it is again, kind folks!
JOJO
CALLIO and the great mighty white sports-car of 2006!!!!
You may all know the story of the pulsar star, that I call
'Hydroglacia'.
Well, this great big entity communicated with me back on the early
morning of July 22, 2017, about thirteen and a half months ago. I was
over at Mike Patterson's place down near Miami Beach in a place known
as Hollywood, Florida, U. S. A. and was staying over at his place
after we had been several hours over at the F.I.U. University on
Eighth Street, right there where the famous bridge collapse occurred
not all that long after we were there. We met with a professor who
was interested in a project we were working on, and the same basic
project I discussed where that monster dirt bag Mister Lee of the
insurance company totally screwed me back in the early summer time of
this current year. I was having trouble falling asleep and suddenly
around two in the damn morning, I was frozen and could not move a
muscle, while laying on his couch and staring out of his window that
overlooked a small lake with some homes across that lake all lined up
along the opposite side that Mike's apartment building was on. All of
a sudden people were shooting off these really beautiful fireworks.
After about eight of these unusually gorgeous scattering light
flashes went sailing high up into the sky, in perfect view of the
couch that I was on; the final one never dropped back down to the
ground, and just continued hovering right above me, and right outside
Mike's window. Mike was crashed out and sawing down half of a Redwood
forest in the next room which was his bedroom, while this was
happening. Then
this great Pulsar Star looked right at me, and told me that nobody
was ever going to help me do this project.
My readers don't need to know more about just what this project was
and is, not for right now. This thing just kept telling me inside my
head, over and over, “Nobody
will ever help you with this.
You are using things given to you by the gods (the nukes) that your
race of Carbonite-entities, are not ready to use, or handle, in their
present development of evolution”. Sure enough, the Professor let
me down, and then dirt
bag Larry Lee screwed me also, from the local State Farm Insurance
Office here in Fort Pierce.
Yes,
just as the mighty lovely HYDROGLACIA told me would happen. Hey,
THEY
are in control. The
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL knew
all of this, and even went so far as to ******* tell a radio show
host that, in truth though, that happened decades earlier in time,
was not very far away in distance, from where I lay on Mikes living
room couch, YO. The
only other time that Hydroglacia communicated with me, was that night
over at my security guard job in New Jersey called CIFALOGLIO.
It's all on my blogs from those days, how this great star had turned
itself into a giant colorful chopper, came right to the property,
hovered, screwed up the clock in my car as well as my wrist-watch,
and then flew off back towards where I was living at the time,
Hammonton, New Jersey. Then
it turned back into the Pulsar Star,
and it rose higher and higher into the early morning sky. Later on
after it began to get light outside, there she was, that
big
bright morning star
that pulses. We've all seen it all of our lives, unless we never have
looked and gazed up at the sky.
Hey peeps, when it's all said and done, believe what you want. The
damn Russians seem to know something is up.
Why else did all of this hacking on me become the news of the day,
and why else is this
nutcase six year
old
our
president?
Why is Russia the main part of the entire globe that has been so damn
interested in my blogs? I
don't say it, I don't make false claims,
I have posted real honest verifiable GOOGLE
and BLOGGER
charts, regarding all of this. Here it is again, kind folks!
©
BOM 2006-2018 MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
- JOJO-JOJO-JOJO and all spiritual travels from the great one and only CIFALOGLIO, like 'WOW' Joanna. 'Dreamers' or 'spiritual travelers', are not the people who just go to sleep and have dreams. Hey folks out there; do you remember your high school English teacher, trying to explain nouns, and verbs, and pronouns, and adjectives; and on and on with sentence construction stuff? A large difference in fact does exist between having dreams and 'dreaming'. Various meditations can in fact be practiced that allow us to rearrange our nocturnal adventures, to various points at least. Also, knowing how to take advantage of the proper time during human sleep cycles also plays a gargantuan part in controlling things, but rather than my getting into any specifics today on this writing, I would much rather explain just why this is indeed a possibility to accomplish and how the mechanics of this operation works.
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You
are you. As you read these words, you know that.
But
what are you?
Sit back now and begin to see that 'you' exist in the life that you
are currently in, because you believe that you are; and with
a second-nature, you go about your day, minute by minute, no matter
what that day is throwing at you, and you
do not question the seeming solidity of your reality,
as well as your interaction with it, as the pure essence and energy
that the real you indeed is.
If you concentrate
on not thinking anything at all, normally this is accomplished by
concentrating only on deep breathing, in and out and in and out,
but in time, when you master not-thinking-at-all, and not losing
consciousness (falling asleep) as a result; then and only then, will
you realize that without being asleep, you can indeed begin to go
into something that you may think to yourself as 'similar
to your dream-world'
but with the big difference that you have full control over yourself.
This basic instruction that may open you up a wee bit to how some of
this all is operating, is a smattering tid bit of information on the
art of meditation without getting into exact methodologies of doing
any one or several actual types of meditations. 99%+ of people who
practice meditation, are not attempting to do anything other than
reach extra deep relaxation or maybe go to a state of soul-recharge,
which is the tiny level above that. This however is a lesson just to
make the reader aware that you are only holding your position there
in waking life minute by minute, because your brain is choosing
consciously to interact with the material world of tangibility and
you then develop since babyhood, this powerful faith that you are
really the brain and the body that you appear to have, and see half
of that in your hall mirror. When we retire to our beds, our mind
begins slowly shutting off to this truth or reality that surrounds
us. Then when this is shut off, all of the other realms of truth are
suddenly all around you, and become available to attach ourselves to.
If done in the automatic way where our spirit travels in much the
same way that we humanly may walk down a pathway in the park without
any particular goal or destination, we dream, or 'have dreams.
BUTTTTT,
we are not “DREAMING”.
Bob
McDowell of the Federal Communications Commission, Federal Bureau of
Investigation of the Back-Burners, American Civil Liberties Union,
and others; I AM BEING MAJOR SCREWED WITH TODAY, BOTH ON THIS GODDAMN
COMPUTER WITH SUPER STACEY JACK ATTACK LATTISAW HACKS, and also MAJOR
SCREWED WITH beyond just on this damn compuker!!!!!! A lot of crashes
and disasters are going to be striking again, because folks, this
entire year and this entire summer has been off the mother *******
wall death siege for me by this evil satanic wicked scum bag
MILI-2-FAWCE WOMO DIRT!!!!!!!!
There
never is an hour or a day that I am not being totally screwed with by
diseased WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE scum bag, sub trash
filth!!!!!!!!
Laugh
all you want or cry, Merry, but oh boy!
Now
folks, delving further into the topic that MORIANITY
has labeled and given the term of EXPLORATRONICS; there
are three types of dreamers or spirit-travelers. TYPE-1,
TYPE-2, and TYPE-3. All normal sleepers and dreamers are
TYPE-1-EXPLORATRONS, while asleep; even those that claim to have no
dreams. This is simply that they have NO
CONSCIOUS RECALL TO THEM. We all know how even vivid and
non-vivid dreams have lots of seemingly broken up and missing pieces
and chunks that also, the greatest lucid dreamers cannot fully
recall. Same thing, all of it. Now a TYPE-2-EXPLORATRON
is someone who becomes aware completely, as MARK
WAYNE MOHR IS, me; that indeed all of this is real and
true. However YO, a full blown
TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON is someone who really and honestly is in full
control, when they wish to be. I do not say that is every time
that they sleep and dream. It requires lots of effort to master even
basic introductory meditative concepts, that even approach the
simplest forms of dream-control. No one at least IMHO folks, has the
mental energy or the time needed, to put this into practice on a
nightly basis. But I do totally believe that there indeed is an
entire group, (A SOCIETY) that knows of itself, and indeed, does
practice these meditations, and has both individual goals as well as
collective group goals, as to why they do what they do! I
have REAL WORLD evidence to support my claims. I
did not just start these blogs of MOUNTAINPEN and tell these
outlandish stories just to impress the GCS (General Crackpot
Society)! This much I totally promise all of my fellow Planet
Earth citizens, and someday, a lot of them just may say, oh yeah,
Mister Mountainpen, we all thought he was just a ******* crackpot!
As
I said, the exact information on one of, if not THEE-MOST,
magical and suspicious human being,
that this world ever gave human birth to; Alias
Julia White and AKA Patricia Hollister
of my distant past from up north, as I have been a Floridian now for
nearly nine years; will be forthcoming as the BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
continue along, kind people, pweeeeeeeze bear with me! For now
however, let us tell a huge new secret, not to be confused with the
very very highly misunderstood secret of the great Terry Egghead from
the Jersey HARBOR-LANDS! There are literally a zillion meditations
that are used by many people who wish to do all sorts of 'spiritual
traveling',
or what the hippie sixties flower children on their LSD tablets
(25'S) would perhaps call “Getting really far out there”. Just as
in trying to beat casino games, there are a zillion various systems
for trying to overcome the negative advantage that is built into all
of the games that casinos offer their players. Without this slight
advantage that shifts to the house or (VIG) as pro-gamblers call it,
eventually the casinos would break even at best, should players all
someday learn how to play a perfect game, as the pros also call this.
So just as many countless systems exist to fight casino vigs on their
games, in like manner folks, virtually countless systems are also
there for attempting to reach various out of body conditions,
dream-travel as the Eckists call this, Astral Projection as the
psychics term this, and just getting way out there, as the
hippie-60's flower kids would have said it so well, five or more
decades ago, BRAH!
Let
me give you one powerful super secret. I don't care if the dam White
House reads this, the F.B.I., Russia, Mister Muller, my wonderful
Huntington family, or HALLS great and powerful FAWCES! This message
is to those few who actually just might give a darn rats butt about
the reality that is surrounding them, and not just people who are
hellbent on wiping out and annihilating the poor old tormented and
tortured Mountainpen. Do you want to know when I first realized that
defying the gravitational fawces of planets such as this lovely blue
marble Earth, was childsplay? It was in the year 1972 and I had not
yet left the great and awesome COOLEY HIGH HALL HELL of HADDONFIELD,
NEW JERSEY, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MWG. I was 'asleep'
and on the beach of Atlantic city, where Paula King loves to take me
all the time, either to sing her songs to me or try to get me to
build her damn radio or whatever it is that she wants, and suddenly;
I thought to myself and remembered this thought even after coming
awake, for whatever reason, “The sand below
me is so very brightly contrasted, white and black grains just like
the dots on my TV set”. Folks I was very freaking poor and
only had B&W-TV, no color for me until well into my days working
at the RPL SOUND RECORDING STUDIO at the old age of twenty-five
years. Anyway, I suddenly jumped up so that I could land hard back
down onto the sand and I wanted to see if it made this brilliant
contrast more or less than it was before I jumped. But instead of
falling back onto the beach, I began flying down towards the
shoreline and faster and faster, along a group of numerous clam and
other seashells scattered all over the beach, such as what we might
see after a bad storm. It was of course thrilling, and I began to see
if I could go higher, faster, lower, slower, and control my motion.
Suddenly I remember crashing into what was then called the Million
Dollar Pier, now called “Ocean 1” in Atlantic City. I dropped
down into shallow water and instantly awoke in my bed, but for no
good reason I remembered those words that I highlighted above in RED
PRINT, actually, I wrote them down to prevent me from later
forgetting, and I remember thinking at the time, I wonder if I think
the exact thing that happened 'in the dream', if it would allow me to
recreate any part of the dream here in waking life. When I got home
from school as this was the first week in June, I rode my bike over
to a wooded area about a mile or less from my apartment at the
Dellway Arms on Oakland Avenue, in Oaklyn, New Jersey. I went to an
area where there was a clearing, and I began to say the exact words
that I had spoken in that wild flying dream. I had to take a printed
note pad along with me so I would remember these words exactly as I
spoke them. Now years later, I will never forget them, with or
without any dam note paper. Suddenly after repeating these words ten
times or so, and just as I did in the dream, even though there were
no black and white grains of sand underneath my feet, I began to
levitate off of the ground. No one believes me, or my story. But a
few years later after moving from there, or when lovely Patty H. and
her friend Santa, helped my mom and I move into a different apartment
over in Lindenwold, New Jersey, I began to play with this more, and
learned that I could really fly, right here in the waking world. I
still can, and I don't care if you believe me or not. Still, I
disagree now with the lovely Jennifer Washburn of Atlantic City who
told me if memory serves me at all correctly, back some time in the
year of 2007, that “If I did this right now to show her I really
can, what would it prove”? I'll remember her posing that question
to me in another 300 years!!!!!!!!!!!! I am
pretty damn sure that I did already blog and tell about this before,
just not about how IT ALL REALLY BEGAN! So did it really all
begin at once when I was too happy to see that something really bad
was gonna' happen to me? It was in middle 1969 when I made the lyrics
to that song up, Patty!
YES
ULTIMATE FIGHTER DAVID, I AM STILL WASHING
MY HANDS OF ALL OF YOU, SO TELL THAT TO THE ROMAN EMPEROR,
AS WELL AS PAULA THE GREAT KING!!!!!!
Boy
oh boy. What an ***wipe I am to allow so many people to give me such
a total razzle-dazzle. Shucks and shazam Gomer!
Hate
me all you want to if that makes you feel like big *** heroes,
YO!!!!!!!!!!! And to think I would have done a Highlander on my
cousins, for these wonderful wet washcloths!
YUK-YUK-YUK,
WHAT A SUCKER!
YUK-YUK-YUK,
WHAT A SUCKER!
YUK-YUK-YUK,
WHAT A SUCKER!
YUK-YUK-YUK,
WHAT A SUCKER!
YUK-YUK-YUK,
WHAT A SUCKER!
YUK-YUK-YUK,
WHAT A SUCKER!
YUK-YUK-YUK,
WHAT A SUCKER!
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TRANSMISSION.
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