AFTER
THE KNOWING, CHAPTER 1
9:44
P.M., on Sunday, December 22, 2019
I
don't give a fucking rats ass bastard, Mister Cooley Eckstein
Voterboy, who comes up here anymore, because even if the fucking
count goes to 0-0-0-0, then these become major notes to myself that I
ABSOLUTELY NEED TO PERUSE in order to endlessly gain more wisdom and
insight into my, what Earthers may refer to, depending on whether
they're religious or scientific; spiritual supernatural problems, or
my UFO-alien woes. Either way, it is all the same, it comes straight
out of where we all exist endlessly, THE ASTRAL PLANE! I have major
fucking ELECTRONIC HACKING TODAY, AND THIS DAY IS SUPER
FUCKING CUNT ASS BOTBAR ON STEROIDS. BOTH MY COMPUTER
AND MY TELEVISION ARE BEING SCREWED WITH, BY WHAT RELIGIOUS PEEPS
CALL, SATAN THE DEVIL, AND WHAT 'MUFON'
AND THOSE ALONG THESE LINES WOULD CALL, ALIEN
WOES OF THE WORST KIND, AS A DIRECT CONTACTEE or the highest
number that the Milituforce assigns to peeps
like poor frail and elderly fucking cunt little me!
The
home in Atco was every bit as Senator Sanders HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE, as
was the prior residence of 1802 ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS in
Voorhees, NJUSAESMWG. This is where the Milituforce classified me as
a low rated “contactee of some numeration kind”, and as time went
along, they fucking weren't one bit shy of 'upping' me, huh Dock
Sagan? But Cooley Hall was the original locale where shit took place
that led to all of the other shit, even the shit on the Atlantic City
beaches and streets, all resulting from an educator who insisted with
absolute quintessential fervor that I come to the school on Memorial
day of 1969 to do a 'school play', altering my schedule of going down
to Atlantic City by about an hour or a little bit more, no big deal
you may say, wanna' make a cosmic fuckign wager on the truth of that
concept, anybwuddy????? How about you, Sir Elmer goddamn Fwudddddd?
The
dude I knew or thought I knew as NG-ADS, appears to not be who I had
thought. He gave me a sealed envelope to be opened when I got up on
December 22, 2019, and NAUT BEFORE, and he was every bit as insistent
upon this as was Misses Marola my Cooley Hall educator with that
school play. He is not “New Group Alpha-Deep-Six”, just New Group
Morianity follower, and no, unless he is a real super master of
disguises; he is not my 'follower', who is the only one with the
balls to admit to it. Some day, I truly believe this great dude will
have his reward for that, and I am not free to go on with that as
this would take me to about RED-STAR 19 or so! Still, a lot needs to
be said, as he predicted with absolute accuracy, about eight things
that came to pass since he handed me this note just shy of last
year's Christmas holiday time in my P.H. Authority's Community Room
where the mail is delivered. He told me that he hope I won't copy his
letter to me on these blogs, or even tell of these wild predictions
that all came true, right down to major things that I have recently
seen on the television system. But at the risk of angering this cool
dude, I must discuss one of these eight things, and that is, that
Patty-Paula would in some way, through what I label transdimensional
effects to which our Bibles describe as dream-interpretive abilities
as well as self fulfilling prophecies, and before I march along any
further, just as I was about to get up out of bed at just past noon
today, my electricity winked out for one quick half second or so, and
yes, the very first words in the letter to me went, “You're
electricity just went out for a very short burst of time, letting you
know that I know that you're reading my letter to you now, a year
away from when I handed you this note”. I literally almost shit my
pajamas. Also I had this note-letter hidden deep inside some trashy
old newspapers, as it was in a mid sized manila envelope, and I keep
a bunch of old newspapers on a chair at my far northeast corner of
this studio apartment, in case I need it for when I cut my hair over
my sink in the bathroom or for any other of a dozen possible needs
that may arise from time to time. After the mention of the power
failure, he said that my daughter would recently say something about
Patty that is meant for me to hear, and that I would indeed catch it.
I DID. He said that inside those few sentences, I would have a lot of
powerful things revealed once I am clever enough to “Get it”. I
am still thinking about this, and as of yet, I must confess that I do
not GET IT, but I will now keep on trying. I do not know if she lives
still or has passed on, and I'll bet even really big fans don't know
either. This is a world of secrets, as everyone knows only too damn
well. You can never trust the news media or the goddamn internet
either. That much even retard little fucking failure me knows 100%!
Still, that nightmare where I was back at Jenny Plageman's trailer
with J.L.H. As a 'well behaved or not so well behaved' tenant, is
quite a major Biblical Prophet Daniel JRSS connection to many things.
But this will only scratch a surface of an iceberg 1000 miles thick,
even if I type on an don all night fucking ass long. If indeed PHHH
has gone on or as morianity calls it, ending her PHHH dreaming
sequence, and is in Purgatory as whoever SHE TRULY IS; only I
understand the full impact of that reality, and trying to
make anyone else get it, is a total fucking waste of my time. Still,
in this dimension and particular universe where I am here living as
this Mark Wayne Mohr, I can assure the world, as well as my own damn
self, that I have never ever been in any way remotely or otherwise,
connected with any groupation of humans, that
would be considered to be a street gang, by any law enforcement
agency. So this is where Daniel the dream interpreter would
come in to filter through all of the damn 'inter-space-static' that
Morianity calls both Towel Seepage Effect as well as
Hyper-space-Mechanics, (TSE)
(HSM)! Now all of these things pale in
comparison to how I truly know that HALLS FAWCES have used several
people and situations in order to accomplish this major inconceivable
shit that I am now going through, and have been suffering through in
smaller degrees, ever since I popped out of my mom more than
sixty-five years ago now.
Now
this dude told me to re-listen to my copy of my most recent musical
project. I indeed did make a copy for both myself as well as to send
to the Copyright Office, and my copy is still on cassette tape, and
yes, the copy that I sent to them was old school as well on cassette
tape. I just got finished listening to it, as it is lengthy, and the
tune “You'll Be Crossing Over” was
the title track song. I observed recently that my MIND WAS M2F
HACKED, when I was confusing that song with an earlier song called,
“Wanna' Spend My Time”, that came to me in transdimensional
hyperspace in the year 1997, right around the very same week and
number of several days, where I also had the wild interaction where
my daughter sang that song and then she had also sent me two letters
in the mail, and also the Prize Patrol from the Publishers
Clearinghouse had stopped at my door and I had won the big prize, all
three of those things were part of one gargantuan several day long
serial dreaming experience. I have blogged all of this upon numerous
occasions. Also, the actual winner of the prize that January in 1997
around Superbowl Time, was a coed by the name of K. J. McAllister.
McAllister Oil had given my mom and I a huge bad time along with
Landlord Sir Richard Barf-Karpf, while living on Route 70
the Marlton Pike, in Cherry Hill, the
same time where all of this began in 1986, including the trip into
the big apple where my pal Sir Dave Roth went to see his pals, some
new musical group by the name of MEW SHOES, and where my blogs
then went onto get the name of KING NEBNOOSHOO,
all having to do with King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon, and my Uncle
Heinz Gottwald, and Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald had lived
for decades, up on the great long Island,
at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon. But before I even start the
tiniest fuckign dogshit about all of this including SARAH and the
memories coming back of youthful times, Haddonwood
Health Club, its owner Sir Tony Zenun,
and huge transdimensional horseshit that
connects into this entire rotten nasty
stenchy mess from Dogtown; I will discuss this horrendous
UTILITY ASSAULT TODAY with my
television. I have been screwed with for decades with SOUND, not so
much video, but always SOUND, SOUND,
SOUND, SOUND!!!!!!!!!! No matter what I did, while
watching some TV earlier, and in-between doing many things that I've
discussed so far on this blog; I lost my stereo signal, and there is
no way to restore it. At first I lost my entire side of audio, no
matter what I did to trouble shoot the mother fucking problem.
I tried different RCA connector wires. I tried different ways of
connecting up the system that includes the COMCAST TV box, the TV
set, the DVD-VCR machine, the headphone connection plugs, and on and
on, even different headphones, but nothing worked and then things
would work for a short while, maybe ten to twenty fucking minutes,
and then poof, the shit reverted back to losing one side of the
sound. The only way to keep a stereo signal was to connect it all up
to an old system that I purchased when I first came to Florida, at a
pawn broker shop. This is a very old eight track system, and it is
not designed for connections from a digital TV service, and the
hum
is very loud,
even
when grounded
into the nearby metallic pipe, that runs a 220 volt wire from a power
source in the walls, into the heater-air conditioner system.
This allows both a left and a right channel to come out on the
headphones, but a horrendous hum is there even when played directly
through a Radio Shack sound mixer that is really a baby toy, even
though it is a four channel stereo mixing device. Even with the EQ
effect sticks turned down to the lowest possible attenuation of
decibels, the hum is there, and this makes enjoying the television
simply not fucking possible. No matter what other connections I do, I
have to unplug one of the wires of the RED/WHITE RCA connection cord
in order for any spoken words to come out. Somehow, the transmission
of signal divides speech from fucking non-speech sounds, and only by
unplugging one side, will the entire transmission be delivered to my
TV and then my headphones. Now both sides
for some reason will play even with one side unplugged, but NOT
IN FUCKING STEREO.
When you are used to stereo sound, mono sound is approximately like
going in the video concept, from color, back to 'black and white'
viewing. IT SUCKS, but I can at
least watch the damn TV. Now for a month or more, this sound problem
comes on me, INTERMITTENTLY, and it always conforms to when /Donald
dirtbag Trump needs to sure up his magical life using
parallel event against poor cousin Mark, or ICPE-APE-TECH, as
my many many long winded blogs have told about now for a decade and a
half or so. I knew that damage had been done by a powerful
electronic signal transmission, nothing at all for the fucking
goddamn MILITUFORCE to accomplish. Just because the
technicians and the trade schools don't fucking teach COVERT
BLACK-OPS TECH regarding
electronics, doesn't mean that
mountainpen is a nut case crackpot for making these claims, as
I know absolutely that these words are true and absolutely real and
honest! Way back in Atco, and up through my time at HIGHVIEW
Apartments the first of two times living there, or early in 1983 from
middle 1986; I observed that the M2F was
continually CONENCTED TO ME, ELECTRONICALLY. They could
endlessly fuck with me, just as they also do by AIR,
by HEALTH ASSAULTS, by other HUMAN
INTERACTION USING MIND CONTROL, by UTILITY
ATTACKS, by PROPERTY DAMAGE, by
keeping me endlessly OPPRESSED AND FINANCIALLY
WRECKED, and the list literally reads on and on and on, and
exceeding what most folks call a LAUNDRY-LIST,
only ON FUCKING CUNT DAMN STEROIDS!
This is truth, so help me Almighty Lordess Neecy (SARAH-STACEY)
Jehovah Krassle, the ALMIGHTY PINK GODDESS,
who by the way CAME TO ME IN A WILD SHORT
DREAMING INTERACTION JUST LAST NIGHT,
and reminded me to open up and read the note from who I'll now call,
NEW GROUP LEADER, since he is absolutely not 'AD6', and this
upset the Central Intelligence Agency,
so I do not mean to ever do that, as I happen to love my mother
fucking nutty ass country!!!! SHE also reminded me that if I ever go
back into that EDEN-INTERACTION, and
decide to NOT ASK HER to spare the world as I did originally, THINGS
WOULD BE
CHANGED, and
that I am truly the most powerful person on the Earth-planet, despite
illusions of this absolutely NAUT being so whatsoever, because I
always have this back up emergency plan in my pocket. SHE'S
RIGHT!
I
could go on and on as stated earlier on all of the shit I've already
spoken of on this blog, and I won't, not right now today. Still, even
if it angers the NGL, I have to tell one thing that is major beyond
any amount of swallowed dogshit that is regurgitated, and is then
again, re-swallowed. He says that in 1980, after moving
into the FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD
or (Robin Hill Apartments) same diff; that
I did two huge things that got back to Mister Marcucci,
through a neighbor pal of yours, who moved to Atlanta, and was in the
military service, & who was extremely jealous of me because his
wife and her girlfriends referred to me as, 'that white hot new
neighbor', all throughout the summer of 1980, imagine that? It seems
that they heard me transferring some of the
BEATLES MUSIC from a job at RPL, that was being done, and I
was placing it onto my open reel tape for my own collection, and that
they heard both that, as well as an amazing (faked) phone
conversation between myself and Shorty
MacInvondi, where he was threatening me, and calling me a “hot
shot” and upsetting me, and it really was a wild incredible
tape that I doubt anywhere in Hollywood that anything close to this
has ever been done. Somehow it got back to Paul McCartney, and I
don't wish to further upset the daughter of the astronaut, or little
Opee from Mayberry; but it seems that this is
why three years later, he used the basic part of my song that
began, “Just when I found the perfect one,
the one that would love me so”, on his hit song about
“loving her so bad”. I thought that
I was imagining this, but it seems that a musicologist friend of the
'NGL' dude, didn't think so at all. Still, when I copyrighted
my DEMOS, as well as began telling
Lenny McKinnon the record promoter, that I had met through the Chief
Recording Engineer of RPL, Mister Howard Solomon, that “I
would get him the Beatles if he
would just get off of my back”, and I wasn't really serious
about this, nor did I even recall the old days much, back at Cooley
Hall at that time, as I'd grown up, and tried to move on into my
adult life by then, and was 25
years of age, but ever since
I moved into 1802 and then did those
two goddamn things almost immediately; forces
around the entire galaxy went totally Joe Paget Postal, and
this was the real reason that between this as well as Paula King
learning of my young adult life activities, that all of this
nightmare began to surround me at the speed of damn light. Marcucci's
exact words to Paul, lovely Mizz Lovell, were, at least according to
NGL; “We didn't want him to figure things out yet, not ahead of the
intended schedule”. Like fucking shit eating
MEGA TERRA W-O-W, huh lovely Oprah
Spoon-Dancing Winfrey! Only it seems things don't stop here by
any stretch of the mind or the anti-mind either, all 'FLYERS'
and all 'NECK BITE' SORES, on any
Japanese or non-Japanese floors or levels of signal speed
changes!!!!!!!!!!! WHA-HA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
SIR MCNULTY.
Back
in 2013 I copyrighted my most recent musical project as the world
knows by now, or the WORLD OWNERS
and secret agents who travel the world over continuously, so
WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester-Frank, yo! The name of the project was
called, “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”,
and I am sure this ain't a mystery to anyone. Still,
NGL wanted me to re-listen to the entire project on this day, and I
did, and totally new ideas came to me,
since I have now transferred my ETERNAL NOW into late 2019 and no
longer connect into the dreams that I was having where a wall
calendar displayed a year called 2013. This is the way with all of
us, and most definitely NOT JUST ME. I doubt more than 100 people
truly understand that we are simply in an endless now even on a
physical plane of so-called 'human life', and on this plane, yes we
have real matter, real caporial life, or the powerhouse illusion of
it anyway through the magic of dividing our true awareness and
reality by the speed of light squared. There is
only an ENDLESS NOW, along with PHOTON MEMORIES 'behind' us, and
PHOTON PROJECTIONS 'ahead of us'. You can argue all you want
that cities exist where long ago it was all just woods and on and on,
and you now have grown children that when you were in the fifth grade
you did not have, and I will argue back with you, hey dummy, ETERNAL
NOW is all that there is, and riding on a beam of light that we all
think of as REALITY, is both the past behind us that is nothing more
than memory within that photon beam, and the future ahead of us that
is nothing more than potential interactions in an inconceivable
programmed simulationogram. The damn mathematics is there to
absolutely back up these words, and no one wants to hear the truth!
They never did, and they threw the KING OF
TRUTH on a damn cross, and he
never dared to tell anything like this. He could have of course, but
even my 61st grandfather's Uncle Jesus DID NAUT DO IT!
Yes
the great last musical project from when I was dreaming here that it
was July of 2013 and when I threw it into the mail on the 3rd
day in month number 7, and how the great cousin of John BonJovi, Sir
Tony, and his Sound Engineer Sir Ryan, helped me take a phone
conversation with my daughter, at the age of 14 years, while she was
faking out to be a Lab-Technician at a throat specialist's office,
just off of Grant Avenue in Northeast Philadelphia; as well as how
things fit into my ATCO days, and so much more; will
take years more of endless blogs, just to get to the damn surface of
it all, let alone begin to actually cut
through this thick ice cube of the non-Christ-droid 12th
Planet; oh great mighty fucking 'WFMU'
Crackpots from New Jersey Internet
Radio! For right now, I told how during the period where I
went off the grid, and stopped my blog for a quarter decade of time,
and was playing Morianity through an open circuit dead line
telephone; which absolutely has an effect on reality, and the
MILITUFORCE knows it beyond one speck of
fucking cunt doubt; and how suddenly my tape machine stopped
working, and the sound was shot, out of the
blue, because I WAS CRASHING THEIR
GODDAMN FUCKING WORTHLESS BILLIONAIRE CRIMINAL STOCK MARKET, USING MY
PARALLEL EVENT TECHNOLOGY; and I could no longer do
this, as I am too poor to replace broken shit that gets done to me
by an endlessly powerful force of total scum, AKA
the WOMO. While playing with some electronic circuits just
recently, from taking apart several machines that I purchased from
the 'HARVEST', back in 2010 and
2011 while employed there, or actually as a volunteer there, through
a government stipend from Washington, DC, connected with the AARP
system, and I used some of my knowledge on making these weird
circuits, that seem to be able to cause REALITY
ITSELF TO ALTER, and although I could
not restore STEREO to my TV system, I totally repaired the fucking
damage that the MILITUFORCE did to my tape deck that was a
threat to their DOW JONES STOCK MARKET,
and of course the HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE BULL MARKET took off after both
this as well as sending my music project for
COPYRIGHT, as the
parallel event for doing that is always always always a SUPER
BULLISH FUCKING RUN, and this has held true for forty
years almost, yo! This is the one mystery that even current almost
2020 MORIANITY has not solved. The M2F hates me doing music yet THEY
LOVE A BULL STOCK MARKET and an endlessly POSITIVE ECONOMY, and for
the first time we have gone a decade plus, without a fuckign
recession in America, and they have hurt me worse than EVER EVER
EVER, to get this and to get their diseased mother fuckign way, this
evil sicko slime ball GROUPATION THAT MORIANITY CALLS THE WORLD OWNER
MILITARY UFO FORCE ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MARK MOHR, and shortened
to the WOMO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But the ultimate and unfathomable
fucking mystery is then, WHY DO 'THEY' STOP ME
ENDLESSLY FROM MAKING MY MUSIC,
especially since I do not write music in
current day marketable style,
and so it won't make me any real money ever, and this is the real
NO-NO thing, me having any fucking cunt money whatsoever, yo!!!!!!!!
SO WHY THEN?????????? EVEN SIR NGL (New
Group Leader) has no answer for this
big query!!!!!
The
great Philadelphia Wireless Trade School if they're still out there,
has no clue about what electronics really truly is, but the mother
fucking dirt bag evil twisted MILITUFORCE DOES!!!!!!!! And this is
why I am being persecuted and harassed to my death by this groupation
of total sick slimy scum, and why they have wiped out my entire life,
AND THE MUFON PEEPS KNOW IT, and yet,
even
they don't seem to care, and Sir
NGL has a powerful explanation. Even they are scared of
certain things, and the ultimate threats against several peeps who
truly wish to help me with all of this, including my local Sheriff;
just will not
take the risk of having their entire lives and the lives of their
entire families tortured and eventually destroyed and obliterated.
Dennis Snyder oh great sir yo, even you couldn't say it with enough
vigor or appropriate force right now, even if you were right here at
my shoulder where
the DEATH ANGEL seems to love to hang around so damn often.
Even you would be absolutely inadequate to properly say your somewhat
now world famous great quotation, still sir, I'll say it. “AND
THAT'S JUST REALITY, SON”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
will no longer be checking stats on this blog nor posting photos, so
whoever killed so much of my blog can go STRAIGHT
TO FUCKING DOGTOWN.
From now on, this is my own notes, and if people want to read them,
fine, and if now, S-C-R-E-W ALL
OF YOU's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOUR LOSS, because
someday this entire world will ABSOLUTELY NEED MY MORINAITY OR IT
WILL BE DOOMED, Mister
Eckstein. You
mocked me when we talked about whether I would be voting in my adult
life. I blogged this a long while back, I remember distinctly doing
this. 'll bet you never thought all of this would happen. Sarah
Jacobson knew that it would though. Some fucking hacker just tried to
screw up the font on this blog, SHERIFF MASCARA, but we don't want
anything to happen to you, so don't worry about my blood being on
your hands, I shan't hold any of this against you for not rendering
me any official assistance. I always knew that people were getting
either mind
controlled, paid
handsomely, or being
threatened like in
that great OTHER-'TMC' movie called “Cash On Demand”. Logic
dictates it is always going to be either A,
B,
or C,
huh Mike Jackson, yo? Oh yes, if not paid or threatened, then
definitely MIND CONTROLLED, and just what is mind, and how can it be
manipulated? Hey, how can electronics change the entire planet in a
lousy century the way it has? I know and I have the fucking answers.
And they were smart enough to use the greatest deceiver tool in the
bag, 'gradualism'. It began with the telegraph, and it is now up to
present moment with Internet and Social-Media. Still, anyone dumb
enough to believe that major shit, lat alone little ass minor fucking
shit, just happens all by its whittle lonesome, well; then
you damn DESERVE TO REMAIN IN YOUR IGNORANCE and dirty ass
bath-water, yo
BRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!
No
more photos, no more ugly me to look at, no more “hahaha's”, no
more nothin' and no nothin',
right
lovely DIANA???????
Hey, I am not crying over any spilled fucking rotten toilet water,
not even when it overflows onto an extremely expensive carpet such as
those at Buckingham Palace, OH
MY QUEEN! So why
YYYYYYYYYYYYYY, did you tell me all these things, JIM, and for that
matter, lovely Patricia Bite-Throat Hollister Howard?
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY???????????
These
ILLEGALS
in #608
are still slamming!
And
the fucking time is now 1:23 AM, SIR 'IMM PC'!!!
NO
MORE STS, JUST MAJOR ENDLESS TELLS!
END
TRANSMISSION, YO!
THIS
WORLD IS FILLED WITH BEACH PIGS!!!
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