BTAT
CHAPTER 0005 ---- (Beyond 2022 Alphabet Tweets)
TUESDAY, DECEMBER 20,
2022
BLOG START TIME 12:48 PM
My harassment is a wee
bit lighter than it was over the past near term time with some planes that come
over my residence real loud and low on their usual schedule of shortly after
ten in the moUUUUUUUUrning, such as the plane that woke me this day at right
around the nose of half past ten, I do naut keep a clock in me’ north bedroom
where I do my slumbers, YO! Oh Chester-Frank, do it YO, “WEEEEEEEEE” Tanks. I wish to open up by discussing
‘JARICK’, to pronounce it, and standing
for of course none other than James Redfield Intentional Coincidences.
We will be saying a whole lot of bull stenches today, but beginning here is
what SSJKK has laid on my heart to do, to quote the mighty great “Christians”
of the Earth-Planet. So as my older early nineties music may in fact go with
some of me’ intro’s, “HERE WE GOOO!!!
The BIBLE, as well as so many other wonderful instructional manual’s the world
over, do not always, at least for me; show things as clearly or precisely as I
may perhaps like them to. Hey for any genius who may in fact be able to take
what is already in existence with the BIBLE, and then be able to complete their
entire life with what is there right here and now, I say, well good for you. I’m
truly happy for you, even without any pales of fish from 1971 at Stone Harbor,
New Jersey at great world renown fishing jetties. I absolutely and
wholeheartedly believe, truly I do, that Catholic Canonization has removed some
needed tools and words from original scripture simply because I cannot believe that
an all seeing and all-knowing Singularity (all powerful GOD) would leave out
details that are needed for properly making full use of the stuff spoken of by
the LORD JESUS, “Seek and you’ll find”.
The reasons in most cases for them doing this a long time ago that I’ve
concluded from performing lots of intense research, is that anything sounding just
too magical and too off the wall or “crazy and delusional” to put it in words
of the post Ziggy Freud era; would be something between a perversion and an
otherwise embarrassment of religious faith in general, as seen by the general
global population. I have experienced firsthand that left-spinning subatomic
energies when they connect into humanity, have an absolute effect of making
people instantly and immediately shy away from things that appear childishly
immature because they imply in some way, magic and unexplainable supernatural
things, unless of course, the material in question can be totally disguised in
established forms of allowable religious practices and belief systems. Those
who are interested in the subject of the UFO-Alien phenomenon is a perfect
example here. Anyone who is extremely deeply into this topic is on a government
watch list, I assure you. This is not because there really are any aliens or
flying saucers. There are not, I assure you, but the truth here goes a million
stages above and beyond that topic. The reason something is fighting those who
are supposedly attempting to get to the bottom of the entire mess, is the exact
same thing that has been attempting to shut me down and up, for a long time with my Blogs Of Mountainpen, and
the actual MIB’s or other shadow government people placing us on these lists
know perfectly well that I absolutely know that aliens and UFO’s as peeps
believe them to be, is total nonsense, so then why are
they trying to shut down a blog that is supposedly ON THEIR SIDE OF THIS
ARGUMENTS? You see peeps, it just makes absolutely no sense whatsoever,
YO! Now these simple points need 2B fully recognized by my Blogaudians before I
can truly ever get into all of the things that are totally necessary in this incredible
and unfathomable true story of Morianity here. It honestly doesn’t get simpler
or straight forward than this, Lads & Lassies. WEEEEEEEEEEEEE and WOW-WOW!!!!
Now I have not even
started delving really deeply into why human beings begin developing a lot of
so-called old-age memory problems, other than of course to sum it all up with
my simple truths of spirit travelers who interfere with time and so changes are
endlessly being made all around us, and Morianity calls this Exploratronic-Activity in Progress of for a shortened abbreviation,
‘EAP’. B4I do go on now a wee bit here, as most Word-Program users know
fully well, if we engage a computer at a public terminal, we cannot save
anything to a computer itself, only to our own plugged in drive systems. This
is what I am now doing since losing two blogs in the same damn week. I told on
a blog many years ago and so now need to remind me’ viewing audience or (Blogaudians),
about Exploratron’s. When I began to delve into the topic on my first two years
blogging on BLOGGER DOT COM, suddenly out of absolutely nowhere, GOOGLE, the mighty new age
giant GOD of the world, was accepting Morianity’s term of EXPLORATRON, and anyone searching this topic would be taken to the BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, with the
shorter abbreviated meaning of “THE BOM”, and without getting the cousin of an
old Westville, New Jersey coworker of mine back in 1977, too excited, Mister
Namath. But all of a sudden one day, spirit travelers managed to get back into
some physical object in their past that allowed them computer access, and they
somehow rechanneled the word of ‘Exploratron’ into something that pertained to
them, and then they managed to get zillio0ns of hits on it, so now and as we
all know how GOOGLE and Google-Rankings operate, my Exploratron vanished in a
sudden puff of magical smoke, and disappeared from the internet. This is only
one way that TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS endlessly manage to interfere constantly and continuously
with not only me and my stuff, but with the entire world as well. When this Exploratronic
time-travel activity that is known by SYFY buffs more commonly as I-CHING dream
or spirit travel, begins to bombard humanity and its history more and more,
then the changes being incurred by their interference causes a lot of things to
happen with our minds and memories, as it is all sort of one big built in
truth. Now I slowly open up these topics but I never get too much elaboration going
for two distinct and powerful reasons. First, I can only say so much and it is
then suddenly magically picked up by these interfering futhermucking HALLS
FAWCES (Type-3-Exploratrons), and then
they have and they employ literally countless and HUUUUUUUGE covert and
invisible things to endlessly screw with me and yes, totally STOP ME from going
on at that exact moment in real-time. Also, I have all the other monsters to
deal with as well. Simply put folks, if I try saying or telling too much to
you, even should I be otherwise completely able and free to pursue the endeavor
without any or lots of supernatural interference; there is only so much that I can
expect my viewers to be able to take in and deal with at any one time since my
topics seem to be beyond outlandish and impossible for rational belief. I know
that a whole lot better than any of you, great folks out here. So many times I
discuss the topic of my mind hacks, as well as other direct verses indirect
machine hacks, and still other hacks as well. I also merge this with
discussions pertaining to mind diseases and illnesses such as dementia or Alzheimer’s.
I discuss short term memory problems, and other numerous topics too. As all of
my viewers know so well, it seems that I forget to close parenthesis or close
quotations almost one for two times. It then looks like I forget to hit my
space bar but I don’t, and this is machine WORD-PROG-hacking verses those other
MIND-HACKS. The various hacks cause all the stuff such as my endless typos of ‘an dyes’ rather than AND YES, and others
along that line. You all know this list can go on and on forever, and you all
know exactly what is happening, all throughout these almost seventeen years now of these ‘BOM-BLOGS’,
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! We have names such as JULIA WHITE, and because the
hackers know fully well that the name of white and the word white such as the
color, means it can be used as another endless hack where I know fully well it
needs to be capitalized, only it comes out on the blog over and over in a small
and we get Mizz Julia white. Then those similar words being switched such as TWO & TOW, or USE
and SUE, and on and on and on we can go ever since the year of 2006.
Rather than go on an do n, why not just realize that I’ve either made my point
by now or just give up and realize that peeps just don’t get it, and even
without any musical curses or lovely Jennifer love Hewitt peeps. You all know
folks, that the ninth episode on that super marvelous “GW” TV-SHOW on Season-2
called ‘Curse of the 9th’, was an unmistakable reflection and connection
to my ‘BILLY HARNER SUMMER OF LOVE 2000’
musical project, where lovely SARAH was indeed the tenth and final
track on the damn CD. The letter that Dave Roth received in the mail from his
friend, and the world famous lady, Mizz Anita Hill; explained in detail, just
how poor Mizz Hill was suffering with her MAJOR HACKING WOE-WHIZ-ME’S ON HER
WORD-PROGRAM. She made no bones about her enemies doing this to her during the
hearing when Supreme Court Nominee at that time, Sir honorable Clarence Thomas,
was all going down in real/e time. To quickly finish my point from earlier B4I
forget it via Exploratronic activity (short-term memory woes), the library computer
terminals and the Word-Programs on their computers here, have the word
Exploratron in their dictionary. But it was not until Morianity, that the
supposed 2004 stuff with their Exploratron-word, existed in this life of waking
reality. I know it, and so do any and all of my loyal followers, and this is
but one teensy wee example of many hundreds or even maybe thousands of others
as well, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
The next thing I wish to
discuss for a short while folks is THISSSSSSSSSSS, oh
lovely 1983 Mizz Lucci of the great “All My Children TV-show”. Remember
how 18-02 Robin Hill apartments was broken down into the two left and the two
right digits and how we can ahead and backward adding one to each digit-group
and it seems that most if not all of them have a wild significance to my life
as well as things that were seemingly all set up from the 1980 apartment times
of my life at 1802 robin Hill??? I did not go back quite far enough did I
peeps? The Permission Barrier book was written by me in 1994 and I copyrighted
it © Mark Wayne Mohr 1994, on Halloween Day of 31 October of that year. I
mailed it from the post office in Red Bank, NJUSAESMWG on that late afternoon
after my trip to a place down the street from it just a short ways, the great National
Park right on the beautiful Washington-famous Delaware River. But starting at
that month and year when the project was sent to the © Office 10-94, just keep
adding one to each side, YO, and we get: 10-94,
11-95, 12-96, 13-97, 14-98, 15-99, 16-00, 17-01, 18-02, 19-03, 20-04. The final one of 20-04
is a bit of an enigma but it still applies when we understand a little
radio-CB-jargon of 20 meaning LOCATION, and not daughters. TEE-HEE-HEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
On the Astral-Plane, location has several MEANINGS in the capitol province of
Olympia. One major meaning for the word and term actually pertains to mythical
beings. Just as our pronunciation here in America and the English system of “NEE”
and “STAY” is the exact same thing in the capitol province of Purgatory,
mythical beings is the exact same thing as our concept of 20, perhaps even min
some unknown and indirect way becoming the reason for that radio-CB-handle of
LOCATION-‘20’. Well, Jimmy Stone fired me in the year of 04 (2004) on September
the first. Where did he fire me from, but the great and locally famous to
Jersey, Griffin Pipe Company? What is a griffin? Well, last time I checked, and
according to Latengrate Senator Fred Dalton Thompson who played the DA in the
L&O TV-SHOW, a Griffin is indeed, “a mythical being”. See how things
endlessly insist on coalescing great peeps out here? So out of eleven double
number items that slide by one, eight are of some major significance to the entire
story. The odds at least IMHO for that 8:11 deal would be around a million to
one or better, YO BRAH and jumping freaking Jahaushashaush!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
father did quite a bit of sleep-talking when he visited me early in 1974 at
that somewhat now world famous Oaklyn, New Jersey-USA apartment called the
DELLWAY ARMS! This whittle apartment system went from apartment (A) through
apartment (P), sixteen total apartments. The letter to number transposition system
at play even at ages fourteen through twenty for food ole’ Mister Mountainpen.
16 is the endless age of SSJKK in HER great capitol city too folks, Sahasra Dal
Kanwal, or city of SARAH KRASSLE, in mortal world English. My dad was a part of
what is sometimes labeled as the Philadelphia Experiment, especially by SYFY
buffs and enthusiasts. My dad knew Sir Carlos Allende and Albert Einstein, and
others. This was a very misunderstood famous experiment of the US Navy’s
attempt to conduct feasibility studies into making a war ship invisible for
purposes of war and battle. Nothing at all is sinister about any of it. However,
things spoken to me by Patty Hollister at those very same exact times and days
B4 my dad came to visit me as well as after he left to return to Baton Rouge in
Louisiana, now we get into quintessential mind boggling territory. First, and this
is just for simple openers here folks, lovely Patricia Hollister did not have
tapes on her desk. Why my mind hacking blog has said this for so long now is
anyone’s guess or guest, or T-3-E. She had some information at the very far end
of her desk that was practically a reach away from coworker Grace Mason Mohr’s
desk, me’ whittle mommy. All I know is that on one
special and ‘vely vely vely’ magical day, Bob McDowell ole’ Cooley Hall bosom
pal and buddy sir; my mom saw these papers and wild pix on Patty’s desk and
Patty told her right after me’ mommy made some comment about them, “Mark would love to explore all of this stuff, take it
home to him, or I will just be tossing it out in the trash”. Folks, this
is, if not a real quote, a vely damn good paraphrase. My mind got twisted, it
wasn’t tapes. BUTTTTTTTTT,
big ass BUTT, lovely MO, pre and post my early 2006-2008 blogging
texts, when my mother brought the stuff home, it was all about some weird magical
type of mail-order-school, and they sold cassette taped lessons on many
subjects, some being quite academic while others being more esoteric and
totally bizarre and outlandish, to quote old’ Jim T. Burr of the Starship
Gloucester, and maybe even James T. Shatner Kirk too, YO YO YO YO YO YO
BRAHHHHH!!!! I remember how pissed off me’ mommy was when I ordered all the wild
and weird junk, rather than stuff like speaking French or higher mathematics,
and so on. This is where I ordered the incredible thing called, the FASCITAR. I’d
sell my soul to the guy in the real red suit with the pitch fork in hand, to
find out if lovely Patty is out there somewhere but as you all know, I am totally
goddamn estranged with my wonderful kid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would BBBBBBBBB
so grateful if her mighty fan club would somehow let me know with a comment
sometime, YO. Thank you for the
FASCITAR, lovely Patty HHH, if you’re naut on the Astral Plane that is. Back
now to my dad and his 1974 visit, YO BRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!! No hackers, naut his
1874 visit, that would be too cool, ‘but still’ Det. Briscoe sir, 1983 is all a
HUUUUUUUUUGE part of that wild invisibility experiment. The dangerous part of
messing with magnetics as they were doing, is that humans when surrounded by
too much power can have some devastating medical issues and side effects. My
dad woke up screaming for the first five
to ten years of his marriage to my mom, to hear my mom tell the story to
me upon numerous occasions as a young lad when growing up back in Westmont and
then in Oaklyn at Dellway Arms too. Yes my dad actually skipped across time
into 1983 from the middle forties at least according to Doctor Allende and his
account B4 he was murdered by the MEN IN BLACK, (MIBS). WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!! But
some of my pop’s sleep-talking is stuff I’ll never forget peeps, and yesss-sirrrr,
IPYT. He spoke once of “being in a higher reality of truth, and in a city
called Akoslem in the light world”, his words. He said in his sleep-talks that
he owned a chain of lovely diners there in his island universe so why not call
it the Island Universe Diners of Akoslem city. Shortly after Patty gave me the
Fascitar, indirectly but she did nonetheless YO; I went to this locale on the
Astral Plane. My dad’s diners have the most beautiful shade of green booths and
tables, and I was at his main diner in this capitol city of Ricktown, and it
was only because I recognized it much later early in my human awareness where I
lived here as the me-now in the year of 2003 at Jenny P’s MMM-Park, that I put
2+2 together and got the 4. Lightning and I take our air-ship many times to go
this place and visit the diner there, and even have something to eat there. Lots
of mystic and psychic travelers think that our spirit body does not eat or
drink, and they need to either listen to me or else carefully read the BIBLE.
It talks about us having feasts and drinking with our LORD in the capitol city
there, SDK. What do you think life is truly like without the illusion created
in your mind-brain by pure electron-magic? It is just waves and particles, yet
we eat and we drink, and we love and we hate, and it seems absolutely real. Hey,
wanna’ gimme’ a damn break here, good people?
Anyone who does not buy,
rent, or borrow at a library, the great DARK
SHADOWS TV-SHOW DVD’s is missing
out on lots of great stuff. Get the show and when you get to the part following
Doctor Eric Lang’s experiment with ADAM, and Sir Nick Blair comes onto the
scene, along with the son of the Collinwood Housekeeper Sir Harry Johnson, and
the interactions between them that get around to happening, only a fool cannot
see all the stuff I’ve just said so far concerning the endless reflective
truths to both me and this wonderful show. It is so beyond unmissable right
down to the Cannon-Blair mirrored image as well as poor old me and of course,
my reflected character of Sir Barnabas. Not only did he and I nearly choke to
death one day and actually on more than one day, for both of us, but body fluid
is body fluid, and we both love that, oh boy, Uncle Billy and James Stuart. Then
Adam, come on, give me a break. Hey,
anyway you want to cut it all up and add it into Patty’s great magical mystical
stew pot, we endlessly come right back to someone attempting to hide and stop
information. Did my parents screw their children? Did the kids all screw each
other? And then, who are the peeps from the land of Nod? If EDEN is the start
of the very first few peeps, how did I continue anything as Cane as far as
human population, if other peeps or ‘Nodians’ were not somewhere? Does the
information that someone or something that wants it to not get out there, stop
it with psychiatry and lots of words in great books such as the Statistical Diagnostic
Manuel and other shrinkology-stuff? Is the Catholic Canonization processes one
and the same thing as the Ziggy Freud world of endless psychobabble junk that
calls the JARICK a bunch of insane delusional schizophrenic thinking? I know
the damn ass power of the damn ass Jarick for crissing out loud, good peeps out
here. Speaking of a whole lot of misguided junk and hacks that are intentional
endlessly supplied in order to produce the illusions of just such damn ass
things, I said that Steve Winn cheated me
out of my last 400 or my last 32 green gaming chip quarters back in 1984. 32
quarter sis naut 400 dollars, it is 800 dollars, and that was cheated away from
me on Halloween Day in the year of 1983.
WEEEEEEEE!
I also said recently Pat
Robinson, and that too was a mind-hack most likely, I know off course that his
name is PAT ROBERTSON. Now another famous hack trick the enemy Otammite’s pull
is stuff along the lines here of, “I did not mean
Pat Robinson, I meant Pat Robinson”. These things happened on many occasions
back in the very early blogs while using Eddie Himacane Lynch’s laptop
cum-puke-her system. WEEEEE and super ass WOW WOW WOWZER, YO!!!!!!!!! No the mind hacks never stop nor will they and this is not just
me who is suffering with all these things directly being caused by Type-3-Exploratronic
activity. Another recent screw up is when I typed in to a blog that
Lightning and I live together at the Ricktown Manor on Linelane #9919, it is
not 9919, it is Linelane #9910. I checked real carefully to make sure my hackers didn’t get me to say another stupid thing like,
not 9919 but 9919. Oh boy oh boy oh boy, Uncle Billy, not Frank or
Chester, or pink daughters surrounding the great
MWG (Milky-Way Galaxy), so WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
No one is able to tell where things go, they go where they go, and I don’t say
this, Dick the mighty WOOOOOOOOOOOLF says
that in his great fictional law show’s character, the great New York City’s ‘NYC’
Commissioner, Sir Arnie McLaren. Things take us where they take us, mighty
Mister Jack McCoy sir. I did not by any means have
one small intention in 2006 to have my daughter take so much of this blog just
starting two and a half years later, but Arnie Sir and Mister McCoy, THEY DO.
All I know is that I do not accuse nor say anything bad at all about any part
of my family. I
only hope that they return the favor, as I mean absolutely no harm or ill will
to anyone who is naut in some organized way or fashion, wiping out
my pitiful and total innocent life!!!!!!!! WOW-THAT BRRR!!!!
It is about to rain
quite heavy and it has been cool and drizzly lately. This is weather I enjoy,
but I need to wrap up now as I have an errand to do B4I go home, kind
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BLOG END TIME: 3:27 PM
Does the
JARIC “NEVER EVER EVER NEVER” QUIT, lovely Mizz Motown Diana Ross????????
END TRANSMISSION FOLKS. WEEEEEEEEEE.
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