Wednesday,
September 12, 2018
7:07
Post Meridian (PM)
Boy
oh boy oh boy oh boy, Jimmy Stuart and Uncle Billy Hypertron of the
(Never Born Club) of all great hypnotherapists of the Moorestown, New
Jersey, U. S. A. area. When those guys had me under the 'whatever',
and ran a tape of the session, I heard myself after the therapist
asked me when I was born, and my words were, “I was never born”.
They did not want to do any further treatments after that doozie,
Captain Callio Dodge Drunkmirrors!
Oh well folks, I
wouldn't want to bother my wonderful County Sheriff while he is busy
examining human skulls in my local neck of Al Roker's woods! Maybe
later if and when he is a bit less busy, YO!
SEPTEMBER
12, 2018,
WEDNESDAY
EVENING, AT 7:15,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 84 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 90%, AND THE
HEAT
INDEX IS 94 DEGREES.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
THE
ILLEGAL GUEST ACROSS FROM ME IS SLAM
SLAM SLAMMING AWAY
TODAY, AND ANNOYING THE MOTHER ******* **** OUT OF ME, SIR SHERIFF.
My upstairs scumbag nabes were major noisy early in the day moving
furniture around as the do so damn often, making more noise than a
mother ******* World
War ll BATTLEFIELD,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
MARK
WAYNE MOHR, MOUNTAINPEN,
(THE BOM)
BLOGS----OF----MOUNTAINPEN
I
feel sorry for myself but even sorrier for others out there who have
been driven mad and crazy throughout the past three mellenia by these
HALLS-FAWCES, and never knowing what REALLY was happening to them.
Here is one example that has made a lot of people literally 'lose
it', because they begin to think it is them and not seeing that this
is all being done to them. When I was on a HOLD while waiting to
discuss a personal matter with a pharmacist earlier today, I did the
'old experiment'. If I mumble or speak aloud, anything, and
especially anything controversial or OBJECTIONAL to these
HALLS-FAWCES, they either somehow magically and quite
Hollister-mysteriously manage to transfer me into a
never-ending-hold, or disconnect me all together. Wanna' hear what I
mumbled? I said that I wish the feature that they used to use where
those holding and waiting would have a count-down on how many calls
were ahead of you. In other words, while the music loop is playing,
it would break in and say, “You have three callers ahead of you”,
then as you continued to hold, it would count down to two callers and
one caller, you get the picture. When I was suddenly placed onto an
infinite holding pattern, I called back and this time I kept my mouth
completely shut. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT,
big *** butt,
find folks; this time, the count-down was suddenly back onto their
muzak system. Ordinary people experiencing stuff like this would
begin to think that they are going absolutely crazy and nuts,
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT I KNOW BETTER you see, because peeps, I've been in
side of this lunacy and magical-Hollister bull**** now for three or
four solid decades!
This
is all,
as the great Jim Tyberious Burr used to put it back in the middle
nineteen-seventies, kind folks; “actually,
literally happening to me”.
And yes folks, to some others, and I don't doubt that for a damn ***
microsecond!
THAT'S
JUST REALITY, SON!
It
really is ashame that so many other people throughout history, that
definitely were targeted for whatever the possible various reasons,
by HALLS-FAWCES, went through their pathetic bull**** blind and
ignorant, and eventually wacky and nuts as a Walnut Tree!
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT (all Fort Pierce, Florida, Library Hackers, of 2010),
just who was Patty-H? And what REALLY is this FASCITAR thing all
about, so many wonder about and never have the damn testicles to ask
me about? Every single time that anyone of you out here ever wonder
why anything that either you do or anyone around you did, or for that
matter, wonder why you or they DID NOT do something, or for that
matter, say or not say something; every time folks; this is really a
higher reality of your own soul, the real and true YOU, asking me,
the MOUNTAINPEN, this very question, and some others that are quite
similar. Doesn't
anyone remember anything anymore? The
reason I am hated by a lot of these 'HALLS
FAWCES'
is because they cannot control my mind
the same damn way that they control just about everybody else's. That
totally pisses them off.
Take that straight to the gods-damn bank of hellfire!
Yesterday
was a very horrendous mother ******* SUPER-BOTBAR-DAY for me my
fiends and friends out here, from Russia with love, all the way
around the world to here, there, and every freaking where, YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!
When
I tried calling Mike down in Hollywood last night on my landline
COMCAST PHONE AKA my (house-phone), I was disconnected and blocked
and voice scrambled, and about five illegal civil rights violation
persecutions were done to me, A TOTALLY LEGAL AMERICAN CITIZEN, BORN
HERE IN THIS ******* UP COUNTRY on December the 4th
of 1954 at 9:30 in the gods damn morning, at the Bryn Mawr
Pennsylvania Hospital!!!! The COMCAST people still have not effected
the needed repairs to my phone system, yet boy oh boy, they sure
expect me to always PAY MY DAMN BILLS ON TIMES, BRO!!!! These words
have proved out as totally freaking true. They are not true or false
because
Mister dirt-bag-Mountainpen has typed them and posted them.
Reality proves or disproves itself. Still,
as Doctor Bruce Goldberg said in his great book from about two
decades ago now, “World
War ll
made all the newspapers”.
Unlike Studio Park Records, and many other powers and forces, who
have made MARK WAYNE MOHR, vanish and disappear; when
something becomes big enough, no amount of TRUMPISM can create
fakeism.
I honestly don't know how to better say these truths, or as Jay-Jay
Evens puts it so well forty years ago on his great TV-SHOW “Good
Times”, “WHAT CAN I SAY”?
BLOG
26 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN
SUB-TITLE:
''GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS'' CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN
MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
Ladies
and gentlemen, it's time to rat-tat, and forget
the darn football, from the old oh-six/oh-seven years, where
things for me were shaping up big time in ways no mortal mind could
ever hope to freaking grasp. B4I get down to cases, I screwed up on
my last blog on the BLOGGER site, so you will see two
CHAPTER 23's on the right side margin. SAHWEE
FOLKS, MY-F-UP!
1802
Robin Hill, was very magical, and I'll bet even Patty H. agreed with
that back in 1980. The trouble is, I was out of contact at that time,
but the reason for that would take five years to scratch any serious
surface about, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes, for
one thing, it was where I resided in a particular matching time year,
1---9---8---0. A half blind brain injured snotty bratty child
however, can plainly see that these two numbers both contain three
similar digits.
So
let's talk about the three digits here of 1-8-0, since they appear in
both 1980 as well as in 1802.
There was a special day when I lived in the Oaklyn apartment back
between late July of 1969 and up through the end of February of 1975,
when Santa and Patty H. helped my mom and I move out of there and
into 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, in Lindenwold, New Jersey,
USAESMWG. Thanks to the great KING FAMILY, I cannot post lots of
incredible stuff up on the internet of this modern day era. There is
only poor little old fart sniffer me, and my photo, that is left.
Oh
well, 'that's
the way it goes',
to quote my old beach bud back in 1969, Mister Ziggy Malyeska.
Moving
back to a day back at my apartment at O-15 Oakland Avenue, Dellway
Arms, in Oaklyn, it was very early in 1974. My father had
returned after not seeing him for nearly a full decade. He had been
treasure diving with the famous Melvin Fisher the treasure hunter, of
Florida. These two men were also close in this diving effort, with
another man of the Real 8 Corporation, by the name of Kip Wagner.
Aniwho, I was in my bedroom and inside my head was suddenly an
inaudible but totally unmissable voice. It said Melanie Safka's great
1971 song would be on the radio at 2:08 just a couple of hours in the
future. Sure enough at precisely this time in the afternoon, on it
came on, if memory serves me, a radio station on the lower end of the
dial for the Philadelphia area, called WFIL. This song was titled,
“Brand New Key” and I always liked that song. Still, I never ever
forgot the prophetic nature that was somehow associated with the
song, myself, and the artist, Mizz Melanie Safka. But there is about
a trillion other things that are part of this deal, and time won't
permit me to even start discussing it all right now on this
particular blog. Still, the time on that afternoon, 2:08, contains
every single part of my future apartment number at Robin Hill, nearly
six and one half years before I ever lived there or even knew the
place existed. Also, it contains the '8' and the '0' in 1980 and
1802. Then my Uncle Stuart Huntington Mason and his wife, my Aunt
Geraldine Snow Mason, had a home in the Philadelphia suburbs in
Narberth, Pennsylvania. It was on Greentree Lane, overlooking many TV
and radio antennas, later named the Studio Park, but after I had seen
another such place in a parallel universe or a (dream) in 1986.And
yes folks, the address was 1208 Greentree Lane. A perfectly matched
and merely rearranged number to the apartment of 1802. But the part
of this that I never told on any of my blogs, not ever, was my mom's
mysterious magical coworker, Mizz Patricia
Hollister, who taught me the NEO-HO CHANT as well as cleverly made
sure that the mighty secret 'FASCITAR' was delivered into my hands,
appeared to me in a very wild and powerful vivid dream, about
a month after she and her friend Santa, helped my mom and I move,
from the Oaklyn apartment, to the apartment in Lindenwold. In this
beyond outlandish and unfathomable (parallel event reality or dream),
she was wearing a beautiful bright white dress with lovely giant
polka dots that were jet black. However in bright red ink, these
black circles all contained those three magical digits of one, eight,
and zero. So looking at this dress from a distance, one would see
just a lot of different ones and eights and zeros. This meant nothing
to me, at the time.
Religion is nothing
more than a way for power structures to have TOTAL CONTROL over the
lives of all of the people. All throughout history, these words have
proved out as totally freaking true. They are not true or false
because Mister dirt-bag-Mountainpen has typed them and posted them.
Reality proves or disproves itself. Still, as
Doctor Bruce Goldberg said in his great book from about two decades
ago now, “World War ll made all the newspapers”. Unlike
Studio Park Records, and many other powers and forces, who have made
MARK WAYNE MOHR, vanish and disappear; when
something becomes big enough, no amount of TRUMPISM can create
fakeism. Still, my fiends and friends out here on the
great-net, eventually I will tell a whole lot more about how the
science behinds this really operates and how our P-45 top dog did all
the magical things that he has done! There is absolutely no such
thing as Alzheimer's Disease or any other forms of brain malfunctions
involving memory loss. This is all merely the mortal world
explanation of why memories fade and vanish forever. In truth, powers
that are inconceivable are behind making changes on an invisible and
gradual level, and this is actually causing people to 'not forget'
but actually 'correctly remember' newer remade realities. I know this
sounds so off the wall to you that you refuse to believe it. Joe
Paget made the mistake of allowing me to really show him some proof
to such things, and yes as a result, the poor bastard went nuts as
hell. The RC Church and many other powerful large religious
organizations know fully well that HALLS FAWCES is real and true.
They totally know that Mister Einstein was given knowledge that
proves MORIANITY is 100% real and true, the inversion of the world
famous formula totally proves that life in the physical world is
merely a lesser darker reality than where we all exist in a timeless
interaction. But if the powers who control us on this physical plane
wish to have any real way to control the population, THEY
MUST ALWAYS USE THE FEAR OF HELLFIRE AND DAMNATION! There is
simply no two ways about any of this, or as record promoter Mister
Lenny McKinnon would put it so well back in 1981 on his CB Radio
Channel, to his CB Radio pal, Miss Chillie, “Ain't
no doubt about it”!
THE
GREAT MIGHTY HUNTINGTON family.
WOW Joanna, where will it ever 'endocrinologists', or END
for that matter!
About Me
MARK
WAYNE MOHR, (MOUNTAINPEN)
- theansweristheqyuestion
- Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness.
(GRANDSON
OF GRACE ISABELE HUNTINGTON)
SO
WHY AM I POPULAR IN THESE GREAT COUNTRIES?
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Global Audience In Shade Ratio Popularity: |
MOUNTAINPEN
SAYS, AND I QUOTE,
“****
you to the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE”. SHERIFF KEN MASCARA OF
SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, U. S. A. , SIR; I
AM UNDER A MAJOR HEAVY DEATH SIEGE TODAY, AND THIS IS A DYING
MANS UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION, AS WELL AS AN OFFICIAL
LEGAL DOCUMENT, AS I UNDERSTAND THE LAW, AND AS I AM IN
FEAR OF MY LIFE FROM THE ENEMIES WHO THESE BLOGS HAVE DISCUSSED AND
NAMED FOR THE PAST TWELVE AND A HALF PLUS YEARS, KIND
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
great National Aeronautics and Space Administration just
set off another rocket, without any help from “Little
R-Man” Kimmy. I knew as soon as this mother
******* NASA BULL**** struck me early this **** huffing
moUUUUUUUUUrning, things were going to be real bad. There is noise in
my area, and the skies are alive with stalking private covert black
file agency planes as well as CHEMTRAILS all over my area here in
lovely hot hellish Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG!
My
nabes are banging on top of the outside music attack earlier, and as
stated, the skies are major serious! Watch out, there will be some
huge weather disasters and major aerial crashes as the next days and
weeks follow if this mother ******* death siege doesn't back the
Dogtown off of me, YO!
The
mouse and my computer as well, is also under a major mother *******
STACEY LATTISAW JACK HACK ATTACK, without any tapes turned or makes
moved, whatever all that was about, lovely Stace!
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!
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 Nuclatron (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 however, 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!!!
Yes
there is a powerful reality that certain PLACES, and TIMES, have some
bizarre significance to these WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES that were described
to me along with his accent, by Mister Hall, the Security Officer and
my coworker, at a licorice plant on Jefferson Street, up in Camden,
New Jersey, USAESMWG. This was around late 1989 somewhere or maybe
early in 1990. I also worked with this cool dude back in 1980 and
1981 at the same place, and while my full time employment was just a
mile or so away from there, at the RPL Sound Recording Studios of
1558 Pierce Avenue and 1100 State Street. This dude was telling
another coworker of both his and mine, whose name now eludes me,
since I never really had any significant dealings nor conversations
with this other fellow, but after this other fellow mentioned some
real weird thing that had just happened to him, Mister Hall's reply
back to him was, and I'll never forget it if I live to be 673 years
old, and that was, “You must be in with the FAWCES”. Of course he
said or meant to say the forces, but as I stated, he had that strong
AA-accent, and that is most likely what made this stand out for me
more than anything else, YO! It's just that audio-engineer part of me
I suppose! Still folks, I feel the need to occasionally keep
reminding my BLOGAUD (Blogging-Audience) just what this
(HALLS-FAWCES) deal is really all about. I know that there are more
things in all of your lives than just sitting around reading the
MOUNTAINPEN!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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