MARK
WAYNE MOHR, MOUNTAINPEN,
(THE BOM)
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29 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN
SUB-TITLE:
''GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS'' CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN
MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
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)
THE
GREAT MIGHTY HUNTINGTON family.
WOW Joanna, where will it ever 'endocrinologists', or END
for that matter!
PROBABLY
THE
GREATEST UNKNOWN OF ALL!
SEPTEMBER
18, 2018,
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON, AT 3:16,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 89 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 59%, AND THE
HEAT
INDEX IS 97 DEGREES.
WIND
IS ESE AT 8, AND RAINFALL IS 0.
“Now
a little bit more on 'dreaming',
verses having dreams,
as well as where exactly all of these interactions are truly taking
place”. I did not have the time to further explore these things the
other day, because I need to tie in other things along with it, so
that it all makes better sense to you, my Blogaud. I worked
indirectly in the very start of the nineteen-eighties, in the
entertainment bizz. I speak of the RPL Sound Studios of Camden, New
Jersey, USAESMWG. To open up the subject, we will need to get back to
the great plays of Sir William Shakespeare, and of course, his great
world famous quotation of the world being a mere stage and all of us
the actors or players in the game of life. Did you ever hear of a
worldly play or show or movie where the characters were able and
allowed to go off and just fully ad-lib and do their own thing all
throughout it? Absolutely not. The great HALLS-FAWCES knew from a
very early stage in all of this with me, that I was unwilling to
cooperate with them and 'play their game' on their 'movie set',
called the Astral Plane Late Show, staring Mark Wayne Mountainpen
Mohr. I was given plenty of chances to correct the errors of my ways,
but I am a very obstinate and stubborn person, and when my mind is
made up, I am the epitome of rigidity and totally incorrigible.
Naturally, I am just making up the name of the show here, for
purposes of effect, and getting my point across as best as is humanly
possible, to my Blogaud! To reiterate a bit here, DREAMS here in
physical waking life on a planet we all call the Earth, is but a
lower darker reality that results when
our true spirit self or our ENERGY,
is divided lawtronically by the square of the speed of light, or the
constant,
to quote the great Einstein, 'C'.
Again, he said that E=MC SQ. So inverting the formula means that
M=E/C-SQ. Even Holy Scriptures say that life here (physically) in
contrast with truer spiritual existence, as like seeing through a
glass darkly or dimly. It's right in the Bible for any of you to
read, or just Google up the scripture about this, and you will have
your proff to my facts. Remember people, we all are forever entitled
to our opinions. But none of us are ever entitled to our facts.
Reality
is reality,
and Einstein's great formula not only won WWll for us here is
America, but it proves many truths about eternity and 'survival after
death', looking at it humanly. But my point after all of this ranting
on, is that we dream off of the Astral Plane or 'plankatory' as
Morianity has coined this term. We have the center of this dream
where we are inside of a clay structure that is biologically living
as well as us. But other dreams are also taking place, both
throughout the continuum of time in this universe, as well as in all
of the varying times in all of the virtually countless parallel
universes in the fifth dimensional hyperspace. It is not one dream,
as we are not an electron. If we were, we would perceive all of time
and all of the hyperspace as one truth that exists without
separation. This is why subatomic particles such as electrons APPEAR
to come in and go out quite mysteriously, of our reality. They don't
really come from nowhere or vanish back into nothing, but rather they
move along the fifth dimensional plane, hence this is why Morianity
calls them fifth dimensional particles. Our minds and brains and
bodies also of course, our made up of these many subatomic particles,
and this is why our spirit or physical energetic counterpart, is able
to do what ordinary folks call, HAVE DREAMS. So really, when we run
out of energy after virtually limitless interactions in the
Plankatory, we DREAM. It is one dream. However, our soul or true
energy counterpart, is simply way too large to fit into one human
type dream persona. This is why we all dream together and create the
expanding nuclear hyperspace of so many parallel universes, where we
can have our mega-dreams, all being US in truth, yet living parallel
and different lives, in different times as well as in different
universes. But there is a connection to our 'TOTAL DREAM' in each of
our individual dreams. In every single dream, we are real and have a
physical tangible and caporial body and life. Psychics have varying
other concepts and do not believe this. To them, this 'dream world'
is what they are deceived into seeing and perceiving through the
monstrous sized illusion that is experienced. Hey, they're entitled
to their opinions. I know better because I went past all of these
illusions when I
came to suddenly realize one day that such a thing as the 'TOWEL
SEEPAGE
EFFECT',
is the proof that Morianity is the best explanation at least so far,
to explain all of the mysteries behind these endlessly unknown
things. Towel
Seepage Effect
is the way that events and situations in one universe, and even in
one time; can absolutely effect the way that things are, in the world
where we live, and conduct our business, and our life. Soon,
Morianity will tell huge stories where this TSE is part of the entire
matter. Again, this is my total proof that things work at least to
some degree, as Morianity and its teachings, say it does.
Well,
a couple of hours ago, my STUDDER-TONE has been repaired, and put
back onto my Comcast Voice-Mail telephone account system.
THANK
YOU COMCAST,
YO!
Random
is really just a disguised pattern!!!!!
Oh
yes, President's Day of 2016, and good old GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER
109
HERE
WE MOTHER ******* GO AGAIN, AND I THOUGHT PRESIDENT'S DAY WAS A
HOLIDAY FOR THE MARKET, BUT IT MUST BE TRADING, AS DOORS STARTED TO
SLAM AT JUST SHY OF HALF PAST NINE AT OPENING BELL, AND THEN LESS
THAN AN HOUR AFTER THAT, MY CABLE FROZE UP AND DIED, AGAIN. THAT
IS TWICE NOW IN LESS THAN A WEEK, PUBLIC UTILITIES COMMISSION.
Well,
I appear to be mistaken, no trading today. I am mother ******* man
enough to admit when I am wrong, peeps.
Me
and dirty dancing Lenny Briscoe!
I
wouldn't dare put Baby in the corner!!!!!!!!
I
had a horrible mother ******* nocturnal experience early on Sunday
morning. I was with Trump, and we were driving in one of his Mercedes
automobiles, and he was speeding quite recklessly, and saying some
wild **** to me that is not bloggable. Then he did something that
activated one of those 'smart-car' devices that we all see on TV,
where you command the music to play or the phone to dial someone up
or whatever, from directions and GPS to where to find a place to take
a ******* piss. It was night time, and I was in the passenger front
seat, and all
I will tell for now is that things are going on all over the
localized hyperspace, and it has also done something to my Resident
Manager of the building here where I reside,
as ever since last week's ******* rectification appointment one week
back today on the ******* **** eighth, SHE HAS TOTALLY VANSISHED. I
tried all the rest of the week to get to see her, regarding a note at
my door late Monday afternoon or early Tuesday morning, regarding
getting a parking permit as too many nabes here have more than one
clunker parked overnight and one car is the limit by regulation, and
rental agreement lease. I try and try every day, and no one will help
me, and I am worrying about being towed, and will contact Sheriff
Mascara soon, as I know I am being ******* **** set up with this,
along with my electrical and utility non ending assault. When you
live in public housing, it is much easier for my Milituforce *******
dirt bag enemies to **** with my utilities, than it is in a private
dwelling. This is the major drawback, besides rotten nabes all over,
and a zillion other ******* non pleasantries. These
bastard enemies are all political,
and it has been my no good jerk off distant ******* cousin all along.
This
began when he announced running for president last ******* ****
eating June, and it hasn't looked back,
just as back in the late mother ******* eighties, when
he used ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY on me,
after I dared to use it and even admit to using it, down
in Atlantic city's Trump Castle Casino,
that later became the Marina Hotel Casino, go figure, Princess, and
all other ******* Mary-Queen
royalty!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me give THAT a ******* **** ass wide turn,
without any school buses catching god dam fuckiGN fire,
YO!!!!!!!! These horrible monster bastard **** lickers, cut
off my anti-anxiety medication, and then enjoy throwing my anxiety
through the roof
just about every single day. I have a question to any and all
religious mother ******* people on the planet. IF THIS IS NOT *******
**** HELL, PLEASE INFORM THIS POOR OLD DIRT BAG **** EATING LOSER
LIGHTWEIGHT, JUST WHAT HELL IS THEN!!!!!
Oh
Sheriff, try not to hate me so much. I have tried so hard all of my
life to be an honest, hard working, law abiding citizen of this
country. But all I get is persecution and death siege. My life has
been totally destroyed and wiped out.
Yes,
this rotten society has taken all of my fave foods and drinks away
from me, and they persecute me day and night with nightmares by
night, and day hells by day, health attacks, utility attacks,
people-influenced attacks, air sieges, noise, you mother ******* name
it Sheriff kind sir, and they do it to me. But not really THEM, sir.
These invisible HALLS FAWCES endlessly shielded so stealthfully
behind those mighty and famous OZ-CURTAINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ENDocrinologists
AND END TRANSMISSION.
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