MORIANITY-4
MAKING
THE MOST OF WHAT WE HAVE, RIGHT OJS?
3:21
AM-EST, SUNDAY 24 FEBRUARY, 2013
MARK
WAYNE MOHR OF FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
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Ever
since my last days of seeing Sarah on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic
City, New Jersey after the summer of 1969 was over, I began to slowly
grow near sighted, and eventually after a year, it grew worse and
worse, leaving me with a rotten pair of peepers. One of the five
sensory systems, seeing physically, is not my strong point, and this
needs to be noted before the story continues here.
For
reasons that do not always make sense in the every day world, we all
have those gut feelings and intuitions, and only women seem to be
really allowed to advertise this very important part of the human
talent range, but that's tough beans as my Uncle Stuart used to say
back around these times and days being spoken of here, because I am a
male and I have a lot of those gut feelings, premonitions, and
intuitions, and I go with them, and am right a lot more than I am
wrong, nothing of course is perfect, just as Bruce Pennock used to
say so well.
I
always believed as years went by, that this very elusive mysterious
teenager, Sarah, for not being more friendly with her back on her
street, took away my vision, magically. You know, if I won't look at
her, then I won't look at any other girl, at least clearly and not
without a thick pair of eye glasses on my head. Of course, there were
contact lenses, but in those days, all of that just was never an item
floating around in my mind. I only began to see this girl as magical
and powerful, after she came into my dreams in middle December,
following the last time I ever saw her physically back the previous
summer in 1969, and she took away the motorcycle chain that I had in
my locked strong box in my apartment bedroom closet, in this dream,
and told me quite specifically, her full name, and spelling it for
me, SARAH KRASSLE; and telling me that when I wake up, to go ahead
and look for it and it will be gone. Sure enough I woke up, did as
she said, and it was really gone. When I got on the school bus to go
to school an hour or so later, that was the day that a gigantic three
angle criss crossed jet vapor trail was formed in the skies above the
entire Camden County, and began slowly dissipating into the most
incredible and beautiful item that I had ever witnessed in my just
fifteen years of life as the me that I am now, physically. This was
all exactly 18 years before I was a grown man working as a security
guard, at the American Honda Plant on Gaither road, in Mount Laurel,
New Jersey in December of 1987, with or without any ratios, or
rations, or New Jersey SORA test questions, or chord jiggling
anti-hacking from 1983 and 1984. Still, all this lays a needed
foundation. The great 1970 football player, Orange Juice Simpson or
'OJ' as we all remember from my Haddonwood days, was on a television
show at this same time, with Chad Everett who played Doctor Joe
Gannon, and was called, 'Medical Center', a very great medical show,
and also said in the episode where he pushed his wife down on the bed
and ripped a payphone off of a wall, in paraphrase, something along
the lines of, we have to use the hands we have. He was speaking to a
boy who had just had his hand amputated. Not many if any, persons
played on the 1990 through present time ''Law & Order''
television show, that also played in both Medical Center and Star
Trek's original show financed by Lucille Ball and her company, that
almost became another western show, instead of what it was. This was
no accident. Also, I know of only one actor who played in all three
of these shows that I am a great fan of, and this would be a man who
I do not know his name, but on Star Trek, went by Agent Gary-7. I
told on several previous blogs how the two co-agents he was working
with before they died accidentally in auto crashes, were three digit
numbers, one matching Estelle Bassler's telephone exchange in
Atlantic City when she resided at 30 South Plaza Place, as well as
the address on Tennessee Avenue, of her hotel property, the
Piccadilly Hotel. She owned the Bolivar and the Piccadilly, and ended
up selling the bolivar to Sara J. Karge in the late sixties and
buying it back from her in the middle seventies, before she left the
area, and moved to Ormond Beach, Florida. The odds of these code
number agents matching up to a phone designation or the three digit
prefix number in-between the area code and the final four digits, as
well as the property address on Tennessee Avenue, are very high,
around a million to one against it just happening by accident. In the
Star Trek show where this agent had come on a mission, to the Earth,
and was intercepted by the Starship Enterprise, and was episode
titled, ''Mission Earth'' if I'm not mistaken; he had a place in
Manhattan and a secret system that could send him from there to
distant places such as the NASA Launch Pad, and it was in appearance,
extremely similar to the coaches locker area in Cooley Hall in
Haddonfield, New Jersey, that has been discussed. Now my rotten
eyesight needs to come into play right about now. Even with
corrective lenses, my sight is piss poor. I am able to drive and am
OK to perform normal tasks, but I am merely saying that I would not
be the go to guy if you needed a good accurate description of a
witnessed event at any kind of distance from where I would be
standing, nor would I be the one to be expected to remember your face
after a meeting. This is not my strong point. What I lack in visual
acuity, I make up for in my sensory part of my beingness. I feel a
lot of things, not just what is hot or cold or painful or soft or
hard or whatever, but my feel-sense allows me to feel things, to know
not to trust you, to know what is going on around me when there is no
explainable way for me to do so, and along these lines. You can scoff
if you wish, as I do not have anything to prove, and am saying this
merely to lay down a huge foundation. I always knew that this GARY-7
dude had some very special connection to me and to my life, in ways
that go far beyond just this actor-person, but more along the lines
of the characters he played and portrayed in his parts as an actor,
fit into numerous possibilities of items in my own personal life,
beginning with Distance Elimination and Sunram, and his Manhattan
Suite with his own chamber. Then came 1996 and my search for Sarah,
years later, and I come to learn the two three digit numbers,
perfectly matched with Estelle Bassler's telephone number and
property address number. Many folks can easily dismiss messages in
cosmos like this, but do not count me among them please. I have even
figured out why the strange effect happened to me at the Somerdale
Death House that I blogged about as well, where I would stare over at
the venetian blinds in my bedroom, and the name that the Camden
County Prosecutor had intentionally given me to throw me off my
search to find this girl, Sarah Kessel, and why he did this will most
likely never become known to me; but I would hear the name in my mind
every single time I would stare over at those blinds if I was about
to lay down on my bed which would face me in the direction to see
these blinds. Sarah Kessel, Sarah Kessel, would go through my head,
and then it would grow even stronger, after the 25th
Anniversary of the Star Trek Show came on, and I saw and taped it on
my VCR from my bedroom. Every time I would view the most popular
voted three shows ever, one being titled, ''The Trouble with
Tribbles'', again, it would make me stare at the blinds and I would
hear the name over and over again. I cannot speak for venetian other
than the name represents a neighboring planet we have next to us here
on the Earth, Venus, but ''blinds'' as in blind, or as in losing my
eyesight very quickly without rhyme or reason, just like the choking
condition of 1983 for no explainable rational reason, but more than
ever, I began to 'see' Sarah as some kind of dangerous frightening
powerful 'witch' or something that had me totally locked and under
her magical spell. After-all, it was after I no longer saw Sarah
again, that my eyesight began to go down hill, seemingly at the speed
of, well, sight, light, you tell me? Still, it took a while, but as
time went on into this twenty-first century, I started seeing why
that particular episode with the 'tribbles', on Star Trek, was
fitting into things. Also, I began to realize much later that this
GARY-7 actor, was in all three of my very life long favorite
television shows, the original Star Trek, Medical Center; and Law &
Order. Then in 1980 came the powerful black cat into my dreams, with
the lottery, and how this cat could always predict the Pennsylvania
three digit outcome every time, straight or boxed. This is also a
connection to the co-agents that Gary-7 worked with, both with three
digit numbers of varying combinations of them, and the show was years
before the New Jersey Lottery began in the middle seventies, one of
the first states to have a state lottery, if I'm not mistaken. Still,
all this and even more that I could go on with here, folks; does not
start to unravel powerful mysteries, but I will help this all along.
I began believing that the Astral Plane Gods were the ones plotting
all these nightmares and games with me, as the eighties and the
nineties came and went and this present century came into being. But
even though I studied what human-kind had in its records about them,
and even looked at statue photos and likenesses of many of them, it
took me until last night and watching the H-2 Channel, to put a huge
giant dot connect leap into play. The name of the black cat that was
always in Gary-7's lap in the Star Trek Show, if you study the
likeness of this gorgeous goddess, well, as I said, my piss poor
eyesight has slowed down a lot of things in my life, and now,
finally, I can see a likeness to this goddess that is beyond
unmistakable. This agent called this cat after the name of this
Pleadian Goddess, and after I began my blogs and put up the website
called, Morianity-Foundation, in the middle of the twenty-ohs, and
spoke of the Pleadian mythology, this is when a lot of things began
to come at me at velocitronic speed. There are 100 things I could say
beyond this, but would not dare to blog it all, movies, things done,
things said, stuff that happened to me after this blog project all
began in early 2006, and on and on. Still, this Astral Plane Goddess
Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, has lived in many parts of fifth
dimensional hyperspace, enjoying interacting with her creation in
various unlimited ways, and still is known to many as Scylla,
Jehovah, and many other names used by various cultures the world
over, in all the worlds of limitless hyperspace of multiplexed
parallel universe realities. There is always a chance, that I can be
wrong, and will not be as totally arrogant as is my distant cousin.
There is a chance that I only think I really am on this Astral plane,
but in truth, am on some super world of the Pleadian star system,
where indeed the great I Goddess would be, seeing a city that I could
not fathom, and her awesome power and beauty, and ability to pick up
a giant ocean liner vessel and fly it around, and watch the buildings
along this wild curvy shoreline, move by, with endless brilliant
colored lights all over them, that for all I know could be solid
jewels, lit up by the brilliance of this goddess's hair that would
blind a human in a fraction of a second. What I have seen and
witnessed is real, but I just may indeed have misinterpreted some of
the facts. Finally seeing the Goddess I and her likeness to MC, in
human form, is blowing my mind beyond words today. She tells me I
will never get away and will never escape her, that I am always her
THAT-BOY, as she calls me. Well, I have no problem with that at all,
only that I wish I could come to understand her game a little bit
more, and that she would try and remember consciously just who she
really is. This is enough to drive anyone beyond the Indian
Coocoothrow Sikeward, even without the most beautiful chemtrail in
the world that she gave to me as a lifelong memory, back in December
of 1969. But take these things all together, and it becomes Lunacy
City. My sanity is losing its race, and my shoes are bright bloody
red. All mace cans are empty now, and Karge burned down the hotel a
long time ago, but she did a lot more than that. I know all your
great secrets, Scylla my endless love. I just want you to know, and I
know you read my blogs, that I will always be here for you, no matter
what you may ever need, no matter what is involved. Yes, I still do
need your codes to show, it has been so long since they have. You
look so beautiful with that giant chain around your neck. I just hope
this means we are chained together, All Mighty I. Without you, I AM
NOTHING, and there is nothing, and all these blogs are but NOTHING.
I
am going to crash and burn now, so congratulations Tony Stewart. You
peeps have got to be more careful, that was really awful, YO.
NIGHTY-NIGHT,
YOUR MOON IS LOVELY, DIANA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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