NUMDWATATES
NOTE N2
1:45
POST
MERIDIAN
TUESDAY
AFTERNOON
8
OCTOBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, 'BOM' (Blogs
Of Mountainpen)
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
MONDAY,
OCTOBER 7, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 3:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3
WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 WNG7 L.Q. WNC1
WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 N.M.
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, 'BOM'
(Blogs
Of
Mountainpen)
RETALIATORY
REVEALED SECRETS GRAPH:
Week
ending Tuesday afternoon: 10-01-19
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Week
ending Tuesday afternoon: 10-08-19
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MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me
HUGE
FUCKING TIME
ON
THIS DAY
7 and 8 OF OCTOBER,
OF 2019, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS
ASSAULT ON ME, BY FULLY WIPING
OUT MY HEALTH WITH A MAJOR DEATH BEAM STRIKE, HACKING MY COMCAST
ACCOUNT TWICE AT HALF PAST EIGHT LAST NIGHT, AND AGAIN AT 4:09 THIS
AFTERNOON, WHOEVER
IS HACKING MY PERSONAL FUCKING COMPUTER,
AND WHOEVER IS BEHIND THE ENDLESS BEBT COLLECTION PERSECUTION ON ME,
AS WELL AS THIS MAJOR NOISE ASSAULT FROM MY TRIAD-ENEMY-NABES,
on a crush-destruct order, under
GENERAL-ORDER-189,
max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use
G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under
G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD!!!!!!!!
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel
sounds. The high-tone is colored RED.
The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use
your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this
sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD
technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I'
to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones,
or ETT'S.
My
CUM-PUKE-HER just tried to CRASH AGAIN at 1:52 P.M. My dirt
balls across the hall, and their ILLEGAL
SCUMBAG COUSINS are all here MAKING A LOT OF DAMN-ASS
FUCKING CUNT NOISE IN THE HALLWAY AND SLAMMING
THEIR DOOR ALL DAY AGAIN TODAY, & BRINGING
ME ENDLESS MOTHER FUCKING COCK ROACHES, SIR
SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, YO!!!!!!!!! I JUST FUCKING KILLED A
BRAND NEW SLEW OF THEM IN MY NICE CLEAN MOTHER FUCKING KITCHEN, RIGHT
AT THE TIME THEY WERE STANDING OUT AT MY DOOR MAKING SOME WEIRD SOUND
AND INTENTIONALLY FUCKING CUNT ANNOYING ME.
IT IS ALWAYS ONE OF THESE NUKE-TRIAD-NABE
SCUM NABES FROM DOGTOWN-HELL,
IT NEVER EVER STOPS OR LETS UP. The outside sounds are
back again too. I found out what it is. It is mother fucking loud
noisy road repair right to the left of my window with zillions of
fucking loud construction workers and equipment. This is two
afternoons now of total DOGTOWN-HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
is now 3-STRAIGHT NASTY FUCKING SUPER BOTBAR DAYS here for me,
SHERIFF KJM, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
called the library research department and they gave me some nice
leads for joining some local area UFO organizations. This is what I
now will do, and tell the world of my life's nightmare experience
with all of this shit talked about for nearly fourteen years now in
Mountainpen's BLOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These
diseased mother fucking twat huffing sicko bastards simply have left
me NO ARCHIBALD BUNKERQUEENS 'CHERCE'!!!! As I speak-type now,
the annoying phone calls are starting up at 2:02 as well; me' kind
Sheriff, sir, yo!!!!
Jim
Burr told me at the Deptford Mall up in NO JOYSEY back in the great
disco year of 1979, “Mark, I think the answer is that there isn't
any answer”. I've discussed this before, and now plan to add a few
more details. We are obviously all
endlessly trapped inside of a very HUGE
GAME. This incredible yet very simple
knowledge of ABSOLUTE TRUTH, would however throw
the established order of humanity into an inconceivable chaos
literally overnight should I ever be somehow able to prove this to
the satisfaction of acceptable legal-court-evidence. Still, my
life not only proves and verifies it all, but it is totally an
indisputable truth for anyone with eyes
and ears to indeed see and hear.
After
just about the WORST SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR OF ALL MY TIME RESIDING IN
ROTTEN OVEN HOT FLORIDA FOR NEARLY TEN STRAIGHT YEARS NOW YO, I
played a roulette game late last night around eleven or so, shortly
before retiring for the night and allowing my spirit true essence to
begin exploring the incredibly vast regions of the fifth dimensional
hyperspace. I do not play on every BOTBAR DAY, but rather only on
SUPER NASTY-ASS BOTBARS such as yesterday. I use the opposite/follow
system, as this is not a system of pure exactness but rather involves
some judgment at each individual play and bet that is made. If an
exact system is used even as before as many may recall, I have
learned that THE GASME GAME that I am stuck in here along with all of
you as well, will indeed find ways to corrupt it and FUCK IT ALL UP!
However, if I use something that requires a personal judgment that is
based on an idea of sound mathematical principle, I stand a much
better shot at the FAWCES being more disrupted and hence unable to
thwart my attempts to break out of this
monstrous, and yes lovely wonderful Mizz Erica Kane of AMC,
thissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
snake eating demonic HUNTINGTON CURSE that is keeping me endlessly
miserable, down, oppressed, poverty stricken, and pathetically
pitiful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There are numerous ways to make bets
after graphing opposite and follow outside roulette outcomes, and the
best one that I never used in the Atlantic City casinos and of course
should have, is what I term and label, taking advantage of the
magnetic forces of RANGES. Once an established range shows up on any
of the three parameters of outside roulette number outcomes, then
whenever the ranges are at their wall, the bet is simply to keep the
opposite/follow score in its range that has held for three times or
so before. This way in long running play, a bettor can expect to win
three out of four placed bets or twenty units of profit per forty
bets placed, minus of course the house-VIG
when the green zeros
pop up. Last night after the worst possible day happening to
me, I could not seem to lose one bet that I placed, while using
'thisssssssssssssss' method here, Mizz lovely
All-My-Kids-Erica!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! HAHAHA,
Mizz Jane Witchbitch Sleazeweedsdisease Fonda, YOU MISSED ME!
555555555555555555555555555555555.
No
matter how I cut it and keep trying to endlessly prove to myself
exactly who is behind doing all of these things to me on a
physical-plane level on this Earth-Planet, it always comes up the
highest probability that it is none other than that monster BIG-BIZZ
total criminal crook, Mister
DONALD
JOHN
TRUMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First off, I have seen for myself, using PATTY HOLLISTER'S MAGICAL
FASCITAR, that DJT runs and operates on the ASTRAL-PLANE of
existence, the mighty frightening horrendous condition-interaction
(place on the AP) known as the
“BRIGGBASE”! He also is in absolute
charge of the Astral-Plane's one third of its 'political
machine system', known there as the (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL),
and is known by a hand-few special people
here on the mortal world of caporial human life, such as masters or
near masters of the Variagi
order of Eckankar! This one third of the Astral-World
Authority or 'AWA', is actually known there as the
“Lambrigger-Minority”. The
Millionth-Council is literally made up of a total of 999,999 Astral
realm 'entities', divided as one third of them
and two thirds of them, and human bibles reference this also as the
one third of the FALLEN ANGELS. In
charge of all of the Astral Political Machine, if forced to be put in
human realm terminology here; is the QUEEN
GODDESS or the great PINK GODDESS
HERSELF, Sarah-Stacey Jehovah
Karge Krassle or 'SSJKK'. This adds
the number one to the number 999,999, making this the
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL.
That is the ASTRAL WORLD AUTHORITY (AWA), the great 'MC'! My blogs
were not shy from their damn ass inception to tell of all of
thisssssssssssssss right from the beginning of them, Mizz
LOVELY-LUCCI!!!
Now
each single astral-entity is always in a
balance when reflected in a totality. So the groupation of
these political entities that reside in the great CAPITOL
CITY OF THE ENTIRE ASTRAL PLANE, CALLED SAHASRA DAL KANWAL,
that are twice as many in numeration, must then individually each
have only half the power (energy) of those residing at the BRIGGBASE
outside of the great capitol city, the 'Lambrigger
Minority'. These entities have twice the power as the entities
in the SDKM (Sahasra Dal Kanwal Majority). This allows the perfect
balance that always MUST BE MAINTAINED.
To produce an easy example through visualization here folks, try this
on for size.
So
without including PINK GODDESS here:
666,666
entities in the SDKMJ
333,333
entities in the LBGMN
999,999
total of entities in the M.C.
Looking
at the numbers, it is third grade level to see how in order to
maintain this exact and equal balance, the 3's need to be twice as
strong while the 6's need to be half as strong. On the face of it we
tend to wonder how things that are seemingly connected with thirds
end up balancing in halves and doubles, but that is just the way
mathematical things tend to work. A quick way to work it in your head
is to see that one third of nine needs to double in order to become
two thirds of nine, and concentrically, two thirds of nine needs to
be halved in order to become one third of nine.
Now
how does this fit into my problems some just hopefully may be
wondering and querying in their minds right about fucking now, at
least I am legally free to hope and dream and aspire! At any given
time, the FAWCES surrounding me on the physical plane of human life,
while the 'true-me' is trapped inside a body that is powering a
bio-chemical 'BRAIN', and while I appear to be the generational
cursed pitiful person who must currently be carrying this awesome
family-curse so that the SALVATION-GAME'S chain is not broken; I am
living within the rules of the human plane with its natural and
physical laws that are created in the LAWTRONICS of the system, that
Morianity calls and labels, the SEVENTH-DIMENSION. While here
physically, at any time, the odds may favor the good fawces working
through human beings around me in a two to one balance, but things
can be quite deceiving, especially in mathematics where again, as
with the two's verses the three's as shown above, it is not all that
difficult to arrange orders of things, as after-all, look how we can
take flowers and create amazing and mind bending lovely arrangements,
or an even better example is of course with music. Here we have
twelve semitones that if randomly put together would sound about as
awful as the noises that I have been forced to tolerate all my life.
Yet mixed and put together properly and with talent, and we get a
vibrational harmony that is only exceeded by heaven itself. So once
the 'FAWCES' arrange for all of the peeps that would ever
potentially be able to help me in life, to be everywhere else
possible than in my close proximity, while simultaneously arrange for
all of the peeps that would ever potentially be in positions that
would most injure me in life, to be all around my close proximity,
that is the ultimate step one that quite fucking cunt obviously they
have indeed managed to achieve very damn successfully for sixty-five
years now. Then if someone good slips through the cracks, they only
have half the needed power to overcome those many bad ones already
surrounding me all over the place, such as mean neighbors, rotten
coworkers, rotten bosses, rotten landlords, you name it and the MC's
GOT IT, or the ASTRAL WORLD AUTHORITY if you prefer that term, (AWA)!
Still,
talking on a more human level for a few minutes here kind folks and
great AATS, this indeed IS ALL MY FAULT. I should have moved out of
FLORIDA a long fucking cunt time ago. Back even before the 2016
elections and even before that in 20145 when dirtbag arch rival
BRIGGBASE ENEMY, Mister DJT threw his hat into
the ring and decided to run for the office of the United
States Presidency, my blogs and you all know this well, talked
about how I NEEDED TO RUN AWAY TO MEXICO. All through
2013 and 2014 I said it over and over and over, just pull the fucking
archive if you doubt this or refuse to believe it, yo. MEXICO THIS
AND MEXICO THAT, MEXICO-MEXICO, MEXICO,
it was all I harped on all throughout 2013 and
2104, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!! Even before, but
especially after, the monstrous evil demonic
TRUMP-SCOTT-BONDI-NARK-SQUAD
performed their evil fucking covert HOLLISTER-MAGIC,
and cut off my necessary medication
that I took since the summer of 1983 to
STOP ME FROM CHOKING TO DEATH, I
was talking about 'RUNNING
AWAY' FROM THIS
EVIL EMPIRE-USA, AND DOWN TO TJ-MAY-HE-CO, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!
Now let us carefully
and open mindedly examine another powerful truth
that stares us down and appears to be every bit as ugly and awful as
any infected sore tooth ever was on anyone's worst mother fucking
day, yo! I
sent on a MUSICAL PROJECT, TO THE UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT © OFFICE,
BACK IN 1984, WHILE
RESIDING AT 506 ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS IN VOORHEES, NO JOYSEY, and on
this project was that telephone conversation with the magical
daughter lab-technician, regarding me choking glandular condition,
and my
absolute need to take 4Mg of ATIVAN per day or otherwise, I
WOULD
LITERALLY AGONIZINGLY CHOKE TO
FUCKING CUNT DEATH!!!
Obviously this was the second time that I was TOTALLY
SCREWED by the great
illustrious U.S.
© Office, as the
first time was with the BEEGEE
music group RIP OFF IN THE SUMMER TIME OF 1980 WITH MY 'LOST LOVE'
SONG ARRANGEMENT,
DONE BY MISTER TOM GLENN.
Then comes the number two time with the medication, and then THIS TOO
USAS USED AGAINST ME BY TRUMP AND HIS HENCHMEN FIXERS AND CRIMINAL
HATCHET HIT MEN!!!!!!!! I may not have all the proof I need but I can
prove many of my claims, and THAT you may believe and make book on,
Sheriff KJM, me' wonderful kind sir, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!
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This
is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal
doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you
ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE
IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE
I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE
I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE
I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY
SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE
I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET
IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
ENDOCRINOLOGISTS,
ENDLESSNESS,
&
END
TRANSMISSION
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
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