MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
ESS
FROM GENESIS TO ADVANCED
CHAPTER
01-B
THE
PAST THREE DAYS RESULTED FROM MY ENEMIES KNOWING AND REALIZING THAT
LIGHTNING HAS SOMEHOW BEEN DIVERTED AWAY FROM ME; AND THEY ARE IN THE
CLEAR AS A RESULT, TO FUCK WITH ME. THIS IS OLD SHIT. THIS HAS BEEN
GOING ON FOR NEARLY 30 YEARS NOW; THIS ON AGAIN, OFF AGAIN
PROTECTION, BY THE LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA, AND THEN SHE VANISHES,
AND ENEMIES ATTACK ALL OVER AGAIN. WHEN THE CAT IS AWAY, MICE ALWAYS
WILL PLAY. THIS IS WAY OLDER THAN MY 30 YEAR PROBLEM, AND I MERELY
DRAW A PARALLEL HERE AS AN ILLUSTRATION TO THE PRESENT POINT.
I
tried blogging yesterday afternoon, and the hacking was so bad, Mizz
Bondi, that I gave up and am trying again now, this next day. This as
I am quite sure you realize, is a total violation of my civil rights
and my human rights, and also, my constitutional rights of protected
free speech guaranteed to me under the First Amendment to this great
document of the late eighteenth century, ma'am!
We'll
be getting to what I wanted to speak about yesterday, as this blog
progresses along folks, but for now, I wish to tell about the
following event. When we are awake we can be in action or in thought,
and many times, be doing both thinking while acting, sometimes acting
without thinking, which leads to trouble, such as acting out on
emotional rages instead of after thought out careful and astute
thought. Still me' ol' point here maitees is this. When you think,
just still on a chair somewhere, a bed, a beach, a park bench, it
could be out on the ISS orbiting above us; as it really makes no
difference at all. We all think, while we physically have a brain
that is empowered by a body, that is running on food intake, turning
their calories into an energy, that goes onto then, feed the
biological system, and allows our brains to receive and operate on a
MIND CHANNEL; much in the same way that computers have software
systems that permit them to likewise operate on a MIND CHANNEL. You
cannot think and not be on a mind-channel. This channel has a source,
the MENTAL PLANE is what the Eckist
Religion people label and call it. I label it as the Head-Morian of
Morianity, as D-6, or the SIXTH DIMENSION.
Anyone can simply think of it as just what it truly is, the mental or
mind realm, a realm where all that can ever be translated into our
idea and concept of THOUGHT, has its true absolute source. But let us
take this and play around just a bit more with what is being said,
that is if you are ready for a small mind blow here, folks.
So
here we are, few times as it may be any more in the past 30-60 years;
after inventions such as television and video, electronically
reproduced music, computers; and all of the advancements from these
things, that entertain our brains, and also make us extremely dull
and lazy for the most part, even border-lining on helpless without
them. Creating the potential notion of these eventually nearly
sentient devices with enough mind contained within them, for taking
over the drone and automaton like beings that are all around them;
namely, US, and why not. But for now, the
few times WE DO ACTUALLY CHOOSE TO DO SOME THINKING; on our own, and
just with ourselves; as was always the case, up
until this all was recently invented in less than one tiny century;
people actually thought. While awake and thinking, this can put one
into a state of near or total day-dreaming. Serious meditation causes
a psychotic break with what surrounds a person, and they bi-locate
and can realize they are where their bodies indeed are, yet they can
receive stimulus from a second location. Before I move along here,
PAM BONDI;
these cunt chewers are hacking the hell out of
this blog too; beginning at about seven minutes shy of dam
eleven this dam Thursday morning; using their
(WORD DISAPPEARING HACK);
AND YOU TOO; FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION,
OLD BUDDY FROM 1972, BOB MCDOWELL; OF LOVELY FORT WAYNE, INDIANA,
USA; AND SIR!!!!
Yes
people, thinking with brains where our body is there to empower them,
and bring oxygen rich life to their ability to receive from the
mind-channel or the D-6 as Morianity labels this; can allow this
magical item called 'thought'. But when this thought is received
slightly different than the normal channel, as with old style
analogue readio dials being turned to receive various radio stations,
you can move off of a center, and onto other thought-stations, even
bi-locate as many have done, receiving two stations, and maybe more,
at the same time. New digital radios will not allow you this
opportunity to illustrate this for you, but many old ones are still
around for those who do not know and wish to see what I am talking
about, or ask your parents or grand parents, and I am speaking to 18+
here, not 12, 'under-agers', please do not read my blogs, thank you.
This will save both you and me a lot of headaches, and my aspirin
supply is running very low after all of this horrendous FLORIDA DEATH
SIEGE, that I had hoped I had run the fuck away from, and failed of
course to do so!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FCC BOB MCDOWELL, these cock licking
mother fuckers just struck me again, this time with their mother
fuckiGN dirt bag (`~HACK), YO YO YO YO! Come
on buddy, HELP A GUY OUT HERE. I HAVE MY RIGHTS TO DO
THESE BLOGS; and unimpeded for fucking crissake, old
buddy!!!!!!!!!!!!! TANKS!!!!
So
thought is a connecting pathway, almost like a wormhole is.
Instead however, of connecting to locales that are separated by
space/distance; they are separated by reality,
the source and all MIND, from actual probes, that eventually get
tossed out into life's great seas of the fifth dimensional
hyperspace. WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, ain't this all cool as
shit????????????????????? Yeah, that's correct, US! A little
WEEEEEE/US Houston Curly girl super humor. So tell me, who really is
ahead of all of time's curve, the great Isiscylla-Jupiternia, or me?
Makes you wonder about poor nobody whittle nothing me. Well they
don't poor it on and persecute me to death day and night forever and
ever, for nothing. That is just pure mother fuckiGN ass common sense!
So
how does this then relate to the topic of the REALITY-TRIANGLE? Well,
this is not as difficult of a photo image for your mind/brain to see
and think about, as you may think it is on the surface, nice folks.
We think here where our body is operational, OUR BODY, connected by
many biological items, to OUR BRAIN. But fall asleep, and our same
brain, tunes to a different radio station. These are stations where
parallel places like our own are there. In these parallel worlds are
entire universes close to our own but not identical, parallel, some
close and not so closely parallel, but none are identical, as we have
now just left and tuned out of the one we really come from. These
parallel universes, especially if they are local and not distant
ones, have most of the same reality that you have in the universe
back where you just fell asleep from. This includes your body and
brain over there, and maybe your house and car, some parallel
universe you visit, I am sure you notice you have similar cars and
houses, and others not so close-in but are more distant-parallels,
your home may be quite different in its floor plan, or maybe it is
very similar but is in an entirely different city and area, and so on
and so forth. Your friends may differ, you may know many from here,
or none, and you may seem to know a lot of strange people who you
don't know from Jack Squooks over here while awake. But what is
turning your cosmic radio station dial when you lose normal waking
world awareness and drift away from here? Well it is that same brain
of yours, doing that same thing it used to do a lot more, right here
while you are awake; it is thinking, and with that thinking, comes
the agreeing universe you appear to suddenly be a part of. Now as for
how to control thoughts and avoid dream shift from one universe to
another, and so many other more complicated things, we could spend
days and years on the elucidations of that lesson. Instead, I want to
only provide right now, a simple way for you to see that nothing
completely weird is going on with this entire process. Both religion
as well as the science community are nowhere near seeing the truths
regarding what morianity calls THE REALITY TRIANGLE, or for short,
(TRT).
Fire
alarms are back on a daily roll; averaging close to 2.0 daily.
It ranges from 0.3 to 2.7, for the most part; and as with everything
and anything; it all can be curve-line graphed and charted; showing
if it is going up and worse or down and better. This is old blog
news, and needs no rehashing here today; kind people!
I
TOLD YOU THE DOW JONES WOULD BE UP. IT WAS UP AGAIN YESTERDAY,
WEDNESDAY, AND IT WILL BE FLYING UP SOME MORE TODAY, THURSDAY. IF IT
DOES MISS A DAY HERE OR THERE, IT JUST GOES RIGHT BACK UP. EVER SINCE
THIS NIGHTMARE BEGAN FOR ME IN 1986 ON AUGUST THE MOTHER FUCKING
FIFTEENTH; MIZZ SCUM-PLUM DORIS OF WILL-I AM-ST-OWN, NEW JERSEY; IT
NEVER EVER IS DOWN MORE THAN A DAY OR TWO OR A WEEK OR TWO, OTHER
THAN FOR A VERY RARE ACCEPTION, SO RARE, THAT LOSING MONEY ON THOSE
FEW TIMES OVER NEARLY THIRTY YEARS, WOULD BE A TENTH OF WHAT MONEY
YOU WOULD HAVE WON, IF ALL ALONG YOU PLAYED A SIMPLE SYSTEM OF BUYING
CONTRACTS AS IT GOES DOWN IN TEN POINT UNIT AVERAGES, AND SELLING
WHEN IT GOES UP IN THESE AVERAGES, OVER A BASELINE OF WHAT CREATES
THESE MOVING AVERAGES, AND THEN WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY TAKING A
'MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE' OF THE MOST 20 CURRENT BUSINESS DAYS OF MARKET
TRADING, AND SEEING WHAT THE M.P. OF UP DAYS IS, AS WELL AS DOING
THIS IN MOST CURRENT 20 WEEKS. WITH A SIMPLE FORMULA, I HAVE MADE
SOMETHING THAT WITH ONLY 30,000 DOLLARS, STARTING ON AUGUST 15, 1986,
THROUGH THIS VERY WEEK, TRADING BETWEEN 3 AND 27 CONTRACTS, KNOWING
WHEN TO BE LONG AND SHORT, AS WELL AS BUY AND SELL BASED ON THESE
DIVERGENCES, OR SAID SO SIMPLY IT SUCKS, THE MARKET REALLY NEVER EVER
DROPS, ASK SUSIZ FUCKING GORGEOUS ORMAN IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME
FOLKS, WOW, SHE AND HER MTOEHRM, SHE NEEDS TO TALK TO ME ABOUT MY MOM
AND ME. NOT ONLY DIDN'T SHE BELIEVE IN ME, BUT KEPT MY FUCKING
DAUGHTER'S EXISTENCE FROM ME SINCE 1970. NICE FUCKING CUNT PARENTS I
HAD, GOOD RIDDANCE. YOU GO MIZZ ORMAN. STILL, YES, I WOULD HAVE
OPENED THE BROKERAGE ACCOUNT WITH 30 GRAND, AND THIS WEEK, WITH WHAT
I WOULD DO, IF I WAS BNOT ILLEGALLY CHEATED BY WALL STREET AND
BROKERS; MY BALANCE SHEET NET WORTH ON THAT ACCOUNT, WOULD BE, GET
THIS PEOPLE; $472, 583,000.00, GIVE OR TAKE A BUCK OR SO. YEAH, THAT
IS RIGHT; NEARLY HALF A BILLION BUCKS FROM
THIRTY GRAND. DON'T TELL ME I DON'T KNOW WHAT I AM DOING OR
SAYING, MOTHER FUCKING JAG OFFS ANYWHERE OUT HERE. I AM AFRAID YOU'LL
MAKE ME LAUGH SO UNCONTROLLABLY THAT I MAY INJURE MY MOTHER 'FUCKIGN'
SELF, YO YO!
Now
just how powerful is the parallel event of persecuting me
continuously, to get the stock market going up, you ask me. Let me
blow your mother fuckiGN minds, which is what I
was going to do yesterday, on CHAPTER 01-A, and 01-A and 01-B got
created in the first place, since I could not do just my one blog
called, CHAPTER 01 of ESS GENESIS TO
ADVANCED, MY NEWEST BLOG-BOOK, DUE TO
MAJOR MAJOR MOTHE RFUCKING ILLEGAL BLACK
HAT CRACKER LATTISAW HACKING!!!!
ROUGHLY
FOLKS, THERE ARE 257 BUSINESS DAYS PER YEAR, EVERY YEAR EVERY
CENTURY, UNLESS CHANGES IN HOLIDAY SCHEDULES HAPPEN. The
Dow Jones Industrial stock market average system in basis
points, in middle 1986 was about 1500 give or take. It climbed over
the four digit mark for the first time early in 1983 after my losing
the best place I ever lived, 1802 Robin Hill, in Voorhees, NJ,
USAESMWG, on 31 January, of the good old 1983 year. SOSO-WEIN? Now
if you are not sitting down, please do so. If you have a baby in your
arms, I beg you to put him or her safely down some place. I do not
want what gets said right now to injure any poor little babies so
please, do us all a big favor. Now, just as in climate studies and
temperatures measured on the Fahrenheit scale, as is with right now
in fort Pierce, Florida at eight minutes shy of noon, it is holding
90 degrees on that scale, but not in centigrade, kelvin, and many
others. And yes, with a nasty 60% humidity, it feels 100, that's
FAHRENHEIT DEGREES. If one takes the average temperature on this
scale, each thirty minutes, 48 times daily, it compresses the low and
high daily ranges major. And if you were to do this each day for a
year, averaging out all of the daily averages, or 48 times 365
measurements; even more of a compressed temperature comes to show up.
This is not a cheat, it is a true average temperature. Many overly
cold and overly hot cities, are sure to take a minimum of nearly
twenty thousand annual read outs, and they can then post legitimate
average-annual Fahrenheit temperatures that go on to be logged on
trust worthy internet sites of travel and commerce and so on. The
almanac books and libraries and everyone posts this factual
information, but it does deceive people a lot. Because folks, and
even great and powerful Microsucks Lightbulbs out there, and shining
on my computer as well; the more averages are taken, the less ranged
out polarities will show up, and a more parity centered average will
indeed reflect a true honest average. Even hot fort Pierce has cool
winters that may not last but two months or three tops on good years,
last year not being one of them; but this goes on still more. Most
annual averaged temps are done in decades, so roughly 365 times 48
times 10 is the total times that temps are averaged, and by this
time, go ahead, look up Fort Pierce for its daily average temp, and
remember, they do not tell you this is every half hour for ten solid
years all compressed together. I think it is in the middle seventies
somewhere, and folks, that is true when told in this average, and not
a criminal false statement. But for the many sheeple who never learn
anything about these details and o here, and feel what our 6 solid
months of summer are like, they are ready to put a nice fuckiGN choke
hold onto whoever supplied that information. Same thing works with
two hands, one pitcher of ice cubes, another one of nearly boiling
hot water. Put one hand in each one and keep it there. Remember 30
degree ice and holy hot 180 degree steamy water averages out to 180
plus 30 divided by two, or 210 divided by 2 or 105, which in water in
hands, is like many people's bath water who love nice relaxing hot
baths for sore muscles. Only you are not comfy cozy, as both hands
are not in 105 degree temps. Now bearing all of that in mind, folks;
climatologists are carefully studying this problem of the green-house
gas emission problem, that is facing our planet, so they say. I will
no longer take a stand on this issue, despite not believing it to be
anything more than Al Gore and his gang trying to get rich, once. I
will admit that this was a closed minded attitude on my part,
prompted by my once alive best friend, David Roth, who hated Gore and
anything he did, so even if he offered heaven on Earth for a dime, he
would have had plenty of trash to talk about it, so I ask mister Gore
to hopefully accept my apology, and I will keep an open mind, even
though I will die with the famous Kevin Trudeau attitude in general,
that everything is always ALL ABOUT THE MONEY. You cannot escape this
general absolute principle so long as capitalism
exists!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But on to finish out my point that never got
made yesterday, due to severe major black hat hacking on my computer,
by criminals and evil rotten bastard sub scum!!!!!!!!
Climatology
is a great comparative for discussing my point with the stock market
index points on the DJIA. When I was just a dumb little teen and
pre-teen, I would laugh and scoff at anyone saying the world will
cool or warm by 5 degrees and this will cause life as we know it to
be somewhere between major disrupted, and totally over. I mean, come
on, what the fuck is five degrees in Fahrenheit temperature? I used
to joke and call it a hiccup on the scale. Well, let me tell you, I
WAS 'WROOOOOOOOONG', and no where near as adorable, as
that gorgeous, face making 1980 hair shampoo commercial girl, on the
TV!
Changing
on an average of half this amount, is indeed, IF TRUE, in any 100
year period, say 1950-2050, a
catastrophic event, to say the very least, and double that, an
average of 5, knowing what I know today from a lot of good research
in both books and educational television shows; believe me, you would
not want to be here, and I would only pity my grandchildren. What
this would do to existing shoreline real estate, crop production all
over this globe, and commerce and business everywhere, would be
nothing short of devastating. Now I could care less if this effected
the rich and the poor the same, as I am not a lover of life, and I
admit to seeing it as a prison sentence, and YAY and HURRAY, my time
is almost done, Cosmic Warden!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTT, big fucking cunt
lapping ass BUTTTT, ladies and gents, THIS IS
NOT THE CASE, not with run away out of control global capitalism,
as was all predicted in the HOLY SCRIPTURES of numerous religions,
and especially in Christianity, talking about in end times, we will
have a ONE WORLD GOVERNING SYSTEM, AND THEN AT THE END OF IT ALL; A
HORRIBLE SATANIC ANTICHRIST ON THE SCENE; FOLLOWED BY WAR,
'ARMAGEDDON' AND THEN DOOMESDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My simple
point is that if true, this small climate change will never hurt
Mister and Misses Fucking Wealthy, but it will clobber and murder all
of us poor and pathetic 99ers of the GREAT AND PITIFUL populations,
or (THE OTHER GAP), Mister Oz Wizard. So these few degrees in this
hypothetical blog, have just killed off 99% of the tiny pitiful
pathetic losers, most of us, probably in excruciating agony over a
decade of years. Come to think of it, kind folks; I was only speaking
extemporaneously about my grandchildren. But I would not want to be
most of your grandchildren, folks out here, to face a world of
starvation, lawless frightening behavior, and so much more, that is
of course, IF, Al Gore is right, or if he is right and we do nothing
to mitigate and eventually prevent entirely, this big ass mess from
all happening in their life times. We will most likely all be dead or
close to it, I know I will, so FUCK IT! Now let me tie this to the
points on the DJIA, ICPE-APE-TECH, and my persecution, and make my
point. Just as 5 degrees would blow us all out of our shoes as far as
an annual average Fahrenheit temperature increase on this Earth; the
number 5 is still not some gigantic ass number, and I was right about
that even as a child first hearing about all of this, by the hippies
and 'tree-huggers' of my sixties days when I was only a teen, and
pre-teen young boy; and yes Bob McDowell, speaking of 1972 and
earlier, THE HACKERS ARE FUCKIGN WITH MY BLOG AGAIN BIG TIME, PLEASE
HELP ME YOU! No I was not wrong at all that 5 was not a lot of
degrees, nor was it some huge number like a trillion or even a
million. I was totally right. But where I was totally off and fucked
up as dope fiend in need of a fix; was how unimportant this small
climatological alteration was, in the overall grand scheme of life on
Planet Earth. Well, would you like for me to now tell you all, just
how little the number, in my opinion is, for the major death sieges
instigated against me all these years since August of 1986, have
truly effected the points of the DOW JONES INDEX AVERAGE SYTEM that
as of this week as around the 17.2K mark and rapidly approaching all
time record highs again and of course will far surpass them shortly
as well? Well, as I said kind people, this is exactly what is going
to be discussed right now, so if holding a baby in your arms while
reading these words, and you do not put that baby down, I THEN
ABSOLVE MYSELF from any responsibility since I warned you to please
do just that, a number of paragraphs ago. This will or it should at
least, TOTALLY FUCKING BLOW YOUR COCK SUCKING MIND AT LIGHT SPEED
SQUARED, I PROMISE YOU THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
I said, in the middle of 1986, right
around when shit all got monstrously horrendous for me with SSJKK,
and it all is blogged over and over and over, and needs zero zip nada
noit rehash job now on this blog, absolutely NONE! The Dow Jones
Industrial Averages (DJIA) as you may see on a chart from a computer
or a newspaper or whatever, Congy-1975; was somewhere in the range of
1500 points. As stated earlier, since its inception in th e19th
century, it was in two or three digit range up until early in 1983
when for the first time in its history; without
any greedy fishermen, Stone Harbor, New Jersey Jetty areas, or silly
recently copyrighted tunes rewritten from 1983 also copyrighted music
of mine; so let us do first, a quick point subtraction, and
believe me folks, thjis is going to get real good, real quickly, so
put away your other shit and stay right here and read the rest of
this blog, or you will be doing yourself a major big time disfavor,
along the magnitude in late 1979 that my mom's cousin in law, Mister
Heinz Babylon Gozzwald, of 175 Peninsula Drive, in New York State up
on that wonderful island; as told on 2006 and 2007 earlier blogs; was
not willing to do for her, and we almost never bought that home in
Mantua, New Jersey, as a resulting factor, but wwe did, so hay, where
the ball is meant to drop, and when, is fixed and destined and no one
can stop any of us if we already have done it, Doctor Carol Pal
Sagan. Let the 99th great American Congress get lost in
that territory of upped-dimensions and expanding balloons, as well,
sir, late sir!!!!
1500,
where it was in 1986, subtracted from summer time 2014, where it is
now, at roughly 17,200, the DJIA
that is; equals 15,700 points. Now with about 257 business trading
days per year for this entity to trade its wares; the daily point
average change is not some huge number that investors may first think
it to be, just as with me as a ten year old sitting around a park
with some philosophical hippies all discussing climate changes, long
before Al gore was barely graduating from his college somewhere. 257
times the 28 years equals 7,196 business or
'trading' days, rounding this off to seventy-two-hundred
trading days. So gee, a dummy can see instantly, that we need to
divide the change in points over these 28 years, or 17,200,
by this amount of trading-days or 7,200;
is a mere 2.39 points of average trading up-change in these 28 years
of August in 1996 to August in 2014. That's right, up yes; but only
by a just less than 2.4 PPDA or (POINTS PER DAY AVERAGE) just as I
used to rate my personal life charts for many years, back when I kept
such things; Yes, just under a 2.4 point per
day average, when averaged out in 28 years. Now this is a lot of
points TOTAL, but only a very few points, daily averaged, over these
less than three decades of time. Now it is always how we
perceive stuff, and this is no pittance, because a lot of days
invested in that index, produced indeed, a super fucking hefty
fifteen thousand, seven hundred points. If someone just had ten
contracts LONG or bought, $10.00 per point per contract is made or
lost, so 100 dollars gained times 15.7 thousand points, is nearly one
point six million dollars, is my math off here, Susie Oman the
'GAP'??????????? Still, this only leads me now, to the quick
point about how much of these points is accomplished through the
usage of 'ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY', or for short, the (IAT)??????
They
are always more powerful than I am. When I write blogs that hurt them
because even one person that they do not totally control reads and
begins to even wonder the smallest little tid bit, I score. But that
is no match at all for a huge health strike on me, major property
damage to electronics, my vehicle, and I can go on and on and on and
on, not DON, mother fucking hacker sub scum asshole!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THEY'RE ON ME HUGE TIME, BOB FCC MCDOWELL SIR, MORE WORD FUCKING
DISAPPEARING HACKING BEING FUCKING CUNT LAPPING DONE TO ME OLD PAL
AND KIND SIR, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!
Right
down to hacking which is all part of electronic attacking, utility
shit with my videos, as when this all began getting super fucking bad
this week, and they continue getting super
bullish every day up days on the DOW; is all part of IAT being mother
fuckiGN used against pathetic endless victim me; with no recourse, no
resolutions, and no way out, NOT FUCKIGN EVER, AND YOU WOULD CURES
TOO!!!!!!!!! OR WORSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I told the
great man in the house, this is why all these shootings are
happening. Not everybody picked for persecution-study, can handle it
anywhere near as well as me for decades and decades. No sir, they go
off and they fucking end up shooting up schools, restaurants, job
sites, post offices, or worse. They bring bombs and blow shit all up
in public places. But it is not us, BO. We
are not the bad people Mister President; it is your
stinking rotten NSA/CIA/ BFA all these black file covert agencies are
covertly harassing and persecuting us chosen
few; and it never ever ever ever never stops, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!
But I simply refuse to cave in and kill!!!!!!!!!!!!! You
see sir, I must answer to an even higher authority than you, GOD, as
so many love to call this great lovely being. Also, I may be a
bit strange for feeling this way, but jail just does not turn me the
frikkin' hell on, kind sir! Even now, kind sir, more computer hacking
and (WORD DISAPPEARING HACKS), and you too Bob McDowell, FCC.
THE
NSA HAS THIS MACHINE, SO I DOUBT I WILL BE ABLE TO DO ANYTHING MUCH
MORE WITH IT, MISTER PRESIDENT OBAMA SIR. But at least you know, I
have given you advice that has no price, it is worth quadrillions of
USD, and you could stop all the bad stuff
tomorrow, if you disband these black file agencies, and promote the
LIBERTARIAN PARTY INTO REAL WASHINGTONIAN POWER; but only you,
as a lame duck, can do this incredible favor for this nation. A day
looms ahead of us right around the shadowy corner, sir; where the
point of no return will be staring all of us, whoever we are, and no
matter how much power we have, right in the sad face. My daughter
says it so well, or did on her OH-8 website, you know this, I know
you know it, “2-LATE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
yes, it is pitiful. A man cannot even do his blog in peace, without
these secret government scum bags fuckiGN him all up, illegally and
totally covertly. If I was the one guilty of breaking any of their
laws; so any of you out here, think that they would leave me here, to
go on doing so; rather than to place my big ugly fat fucking ass
behind federal prison bars? So there is your
great and powerful un-gapped truths, that it is not me who is doing
wrong, IT IS FUCKING THEM,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
they may not allow me to finish, two days in a row, they know
already what I want to publicly say and get out to all of you, and
they are not happy mother fucking ass campers about it; I
PROMISE YOU THAT WOMO AND MO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Less
than 2.4 PPDA UP-CHANGE. Yes, I am sure they would get more like say,
3.6 just to pop a digit out of a hat. But my counter strikes also
throughout these many days of nearly three decades, also gives me
some points on my empire, and this was all touched on in 2007 blogs
while I resided at the Plageman Trailer Home Park of Mullica
Township, just a couple miles east of Hammonton, New Jersey,
USAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!
So
great folks; breaking down this concept again, mathematically as
points per day averages or PPDA for short; let us make these numbers
as absolutes and no guessing and no random draws. If I stood back and
never fought them back, just taking all of their damage and hell and
assaults on my body with their seemingly magical military technology
and on and on and no sir not DON; then my little 1.2 PPDA EFFECT
would not be there to lessen there even stronger ICPE-APE hellishness
that they fucking cunt perpetrate on me with endless persecution; so
instead of getting a 2.4, they would get a full 3.6 PPDA, instead of
the current attack rate of 2.4. Without my wimpy little shit mess
counter strike retaliations throughout all of fuckiGN this; you dio
the cock sucking fucking mathematics, people, you do it. You take 3.6
and multiply that instead of 2.4, and then, add that to the 1500
points they had when it all began for me in august of 1986. Butt, BIG
FUCKING ASSHOLE BUTTT, folks, if not for any of this, where would the
DOW JONES be right now? Is the entire 2.4 PPDA UPTICK for 28 years,
all merely a result of persecuting me? Even asshole nut case whack
job sike ward me knows this is not the answer. But I contend
nonetheless people; that the markets today would be not all that much
around the number of 5000. This would be what the basis points would
be, up by 3500 more in 28 years. So you do the dam ass math if you
want to, but the vast majority of their evil gains, was all on my
back, and they totally fucking wiped out my entire life thaty I will
never ever fucking get back, just to gain these points on their
demonic wicked fucking stock market. I am all for them, and money,
and capital, and markets, it is just that I am not for being
destroyed, persecuted, harassed, and made miserable for an entire
fuckiGN life lifetime, call me weird should that make any of you
happy!!!!!!!!
If
someone cared enough somewhere, only they don't since obviously this
is hell, and I have died, and nothing else can explain y weird
fuckiGN cunt immortality illusion or 'whatever' the shit it really
is, Bob-1975 Andrews, but if they did; and could help me, and they
would need to be a buillionaire already and have clout out the
fuckiGN asshole; and help me to prove what this family has done to me
just since the middle of the first of 100 decades in this millennium;
I would be on my way to a lot more than
taking PEE to the Camden
Aquarium or the Orlando Seaworld.
If I took MY there would be a fucking major riot of course. Forget
about fucking Tuesday afternoon's YO!!!!
AUGUST
28, 2013,
THURSDAY
AFTERNOON AT 1:44
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 90 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 65%, FEELING 99 DEGREES,
RANGE
ON THE DAY-----(H-92/L-73) WEEEEEEEEEEE!
Yes
my pal, Seabottom, I hope you had a lot merrier a holiday than I did.
Actually, I don't care one lousy bit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA
MMCN! I asked you if
you had any of my music and might send it to me electronically
someday, and if you have the Venezuelan Flower Song from 1980, ALL
HELL CUBED BROKE LOOSE ON ME FROM THE WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES, AND ON TOP
OF THE ALREADY EXISTING HELLISH NIGHTMARE THAT BEGAN ON A DIME DROP
BACK ON 28 AUGUST OF LAST SCUMMER-SUMMER TIME. I used to have a dude
who knew just how powerful and real all this horrible shitty hell in
my life really was, especially pertaining to any remotest connection
to music and music-oriented endeavors of any possible kind and or
type. He knew it because, guess what my great friend, he too suffered
this very same affliction, and on a day that he had looked forward to
for years, after saving to buy a high end drum set from a
Philadelphia music store, in the seventies somewhere, pow, he went to
start up his Cadillac automobile, and nothing. It died for no reason,
and was not repairable. Prior to that day, even though it had some
mileage, maybe even a hundred-K, it ran like a top, and my pal David
Roth maintained his vehicles very well. Cars you might say, next to
music, was HIS THING, as we ''sixties kids'' used to say back in the
great days. My friend, Seabottom, I am not too chicken to tell you,
that this man was also the victim of some real hams and turkeys out
there, as we once referred to some type of peeps a while back into
history. He most definitely was destined to meet up with me at a
department store job, where we were night time security guards
together, while the store was being stocked with items. It was in
November of 1985, and it was in Woodbury Heights, and was called the
Caldor Number 113 Store. A married wealthy couple owned these chain
stores, sort of another K-Mart or Walmart, just a little less
successful, but Coral and Dorothy, where the name combination of
Caldor was quite obviously derived from, were happy enough, if you
and me should ever be so fortunate, crissake! 'Anywho' old pal; I
need you in the new year, when you get time; to
tell me if you too did not recognize the assault on my life by these
vicious filthy enemies from hell itself,
literally triple pummel me, the second that I asked you on a blog, 10
days or so back now; if you had any of my music, and would send it
to me via computer. More
than the music, I need you to witness it,
let me anonymously print out a comment or an e-mail on this one
occasion, that is, if you see what I see and agree with me. Now if
you don't, that's fine. We;re still pals. I have a lot of folks that
don't believe me when I present evidence of water walking
practically. I have learned to live with this strange part of the
FAWCES of Mister Hall. I have watched peeps get put to sleep while I
am telling them some powerful thing about family or something else
they do not want me to say to anybody, I have seen more paranormal
supernatural stuff, than any 100 so-called POPE CANONIZATIONS, mixed
in with 1000 psychics at their best. I know how real the world of the
invisible truly is, it is merely the realm of the SUBATOMIC, and
Einstein knew all of this, and was smart enough to get known for
energy is equal to mass times the speed of light times the speed of
light, while keeping his big fucking mouth shut on many many other
things that he knew quite well, this world was not at all ready to
hear and properly receive it and deal with it!!!!!! Seabottom Paul
wrote back and said he did not have any, but then, he told me he had
one of the two tapes he had found on the road, and all the tapes ever
made had music on them, of mine. He did not tell me in person, but he
e-mailed me that he had several tapes, and they all had music of
mine, and then he stopped e-mailing at all. Gee, I wonder why,
Hyundai Corporation, like DUH DUH DUH DUH! Thank
the fucking miserable gods it is not the summer of 2006 or 2007 or
whenever that shit was always on the dam TV. That was major annoying,
and is most likely why to this very day,l I cannot ever forget it.
But most things, I have forgotten how to forget, huh Carr?
This
is now a BRAND NEW BLOG, and yes lovely Melanie Safka, it can quite
easily double as a brand new key to TRUTH, so even if GODDESS gets me
for all of this as she most likely will eventually; I'll have the
satisfaction of knowing I fought her to the bitter bad end, girl;
while I lay floating belly freaking up in a stinking sewer drain
somewhere in the back woods of north central Florida's great
alligator swamps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You don't fool me for a minute,
you, and all the dam do-gooder commercial people, you all know all
about me, and do not seem to know that I have made it mt bees wax to
fucking learn all about all of you as well. What comes around, my
friends! My very best to Atlantic County's great James Toomey,
Mel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Enjoyed speaking with your niece in 1972
over in Queens, YO!
THE
FUCKING DIRT BAG WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES OF BOXER HALL JEFFERSON STREET IN
1981, in case you care in the tiniest little bit, AG Bondi!!!!
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COME
ON DIANA, GOD DAM IT; HELP ME YO.
'AO,
OA', TONY, SUP? Sammy's still hot as ever on those many TV
infomercials, dude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Have you kicked the crap out of any
photo takers on the beach lately, Mister Voicemind Experiment
Williamstown????????????????? AHA-AHA-AHA!
YIP
YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP AND YIPPIR FOLKS; this is going to get
very ugly and very hairy. Miss Blake, if you have not retired from
AT&T and have made a career out of your job there since I knew
you from the year of 1983; well, listen up should be some remote
chance, you too are reading along here. Lions, tigers, bears, or
double tigers, all notwithstanding; Miss Blake was the lady in 1983
at the AT&T Annoyance Caller Bureau, in New Jersey. For over 70
times, one of my creditors from Illinois, where Paula Somnambulist
Kings' folks all hail from in her true name-identity; and this
creditor calls me and a young voice speaks and says, ''YIP''. That is
all, just this. It has gone on now for 4 or more months, and is just
like the winter and spring time in Atco, New Jersey. There would be
no reason for them to do this. They either would be trying to call
and collect their debt from me and leave me normal creditor messages,
or whatever, but they would not be doing this YIP YIP YIP stuff for
four plus months and 70+ times. Now indeed, I came to learn that they
had a malfunction in their computer, and they corrected it, and now
only call me to tell me that I owe them money, which of course I do.
Still, life is a very fascinating old dog, and let me tell you why
and relate it to what happened yesterday here at my building late in
the morning, yesterday, good folks. Just as all the YIP YIP YIP
stopped, so did the fire alarm nonsense right after I went down to
check on the situation. As long as I remained up here in my apartment
it would have continued. Now the only peeps who believe this is all
possible, are Professor Kaku and his crew of Quantum Physicists. What
even they do not know and I hope they read me and secretly take some
of my wisdom and carefully examine it with their experiments as time
moves forward, but this is the fact that Einstein brought things into
a clearer view with his space-time, but one more step still is
missing, STM. Bob they're fucking hacking this mouse to fucking
dogshit, sir, FCC, ACLU, FBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me
further explain myself here, dogs and doors all notwithstanding.
All
my life, the shit talked about in quantum books is way more powerful
with me. WHY? Simple! I am more a part of why this entire program of
reality is all here in the first place. Upline from us is an old
woman who remembers me from our childhood, and who has made this
entire simulation, just so this can all happen again, only this time,
she chooses, as GODDESS of this entire program, to move on into this
new life. She forgot our special code, of eighteen
clever girls,
the password for her jacking in and out of this thing, but I remember
it. I also remembered it unconsciously as a man of thirty. If for any
reason, she ever remembers even a spark of any of this while here in
any of her jacked in lives, and uses this pass-code for her computer,
(eighteenclevergirls)
without the parenthesis, or three identities inside of six
dimensions; or as Magnesonic/Keyboards From Petahell uses it as
CG-18, with or without any help at all from lovely 12 year old Queen
Elizabeth, and wow few know how gorgeous our great queen was back
then; but yes, great 1984 © Office, this is WHAT IS WRONG, as well
as Jim Burr telling me about Zwonko and his wild inventions, and then
on top of the list, when he told me that something in my family was
after me and trying to do me in, back in the beginning of 1974 and
even in the end of 1973, just months after my graduation from the PC
Institute, and became so PC ahead of my time, and without a single
candle, Gene Roddenberry. Now
that's 'sayin' something',
ROCK STAR BILLY!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEE http://www.billyharner.com/
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MESSAGE
TO MYSELF IN THE FUTURE, TAKE THE ADVICE OF RODNEY DANGERFIELD THAT
DAY WHEN HE WILL CALL YOUR FRIEND BRAD'S APARTMENT ON THE TELEPHONE,
WHEN 1969 RUNS AROUND AGAIN. STAY AWAY FROM THE SHORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALSO MARK, ''You
exist. Time is pure illusion''
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
I
AM UNDER A HEAVY DEATH SIEGE, PAM BONDI, FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL,
HELP ME PLEASE.
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
ESS
FROM GENESIS TO ADVANCED
CHAPTER
01-A, B
will follow later;
MAJOR HACK ATTACK!
Hello people; my life is
total hell, nothing is ever different, and I died and went to hell on
August 15, 1986 after going to bed in my bedroom in a home owned by
Richard Dirtbag Karpf, in Cherry Hill, New Jersey.
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
©
2006-2014, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
This
machine was hacked and frozen up at 6:15 this evening, as soon as I
typed in this chapter and blog book name on the SAVE area of my Open
Office Dialogue Box, just now, Pam Bondi, Florida, AG. Maybe it was
just a fluke, and then, maybe nothing ever is just a fluke. Thi9s is
where the ESS and my story, will become a bit advanced, throughout
this new blog book, folks!
I
already know that this blog is going to cause me some nasty ass
trouble and problems, as it is slow to save, and I have not even
started the blog, and only one photo is pasted into it so far, as
well, kind peeps. Yes there is A HACK MIZZ BONDI, IT IS FREEZING OVER
AND OVER FOR NO REASON, MA'AM, EACH TIME I TRY AND SAVE, SO I MAY
HAVE TO POST THIS AS 01-A, AND GO TO 01-B AND CONTINUE THE CHAPTER on
another page unless this dam ass shit stops, ACLU!
PLEASE
HELP ME PAM BONDI, Florida Attorney General, because my powerful
MAGGIE,
WILL LET ME GO THROUGH ONLY SO MUCH of this HELL, AND THEN it will be
BYE-BYE TO LA, CALI! This is a promise, and I cannot control this!
3
DAYS OF MAJOR MILITUFORCE DEATH SIEGE, PAM!!!
Folks,
the 2007 and 2008 BRIDGE, that crossed my life over from knowing the
WOODSIDE REALITY AS OPPOSED TO NOT KNOWING, depending on which yellow
telephone side of the dam bridge you or I may be standing the hell
on; YO; ended up being, or shall I change that to, “I FOUND OUT
THAT THIS WAS EVEN A BIGGER CROSSOVER LIFE AND GAME CHANGER FOR ME
TIME ERA”; than even 1969, 1983, 1986, and 1994; and probably in
truth; all of those four years all assembled together, and maybe
doubled or tripled after 'even
that',
Evan
Hanley and Quentin Andreas Petofi,
of the “GAP”, marvelous and untrumpable television soap-opera
show, called, “Dark Shadows”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Crissake, go
dig me a grave, Harriet Rohr. JEEEEEEEEEEEZ TWINBAY!
I
will not lie to a fucking soul here. You may or may not have
religious beliefs, that is on all of you, not me. I may or may not
have some as well, and that IS ON ME, not you. BUTT, BIG AS BUTT
folks; I have had some whopper mother fucking experiences of
paranormal activity, and it has nothing whatsoever to do with people
like asshole Doctor Schorr who said to me quite unprofessionally, two
weeks ago today exactly, “Mark, your brain is broken; you'd be
better off dead”. I have been slammed against walls while half
awake and half asleep in 1976 in an apartment house I was visiting my
mother in, on Jefferson Street, called the Jamestown Apartments, in
Media, Pennsylvania, USAESMWG! I have dreamed the future so many
fuckign times, it's fucking annoying and unnatural, I have met
entities all over the place that no more come from this natural world
order than Blinky Blonkey the Birdwhale, © 2048. My mom who died on
March 4 of 2000, came to me in a powerful dream in 2008 and warned me
in a DOLLAR STORE, not to move in with these people in THAT-FAMILY.
And as for the LAKEHOUSE LIGHTNING AND GARY MITCHELL AND GLARING
BILLY HICKEY CROUCH, well, that is all a story for an entirely other
fuckiGN time and place, Donna Discoqueen Summer Sudano! I have
DREAMED dozens of tunes and lyrics, and dozens of incredible beings,
and have been told how to communicate with them, and did so, and this
led to a game changer life in the middle eighties, from which there
is absolutely no return to normalcy.
But
warning or no, I did move in with these WASHCLOTHS FROM HELL AND
1970, and W---O---W, again, there was another place from where I can
swear in any court on this planet and not worry about being fuckiGN
charged with perjury; that things went poof and bang in the night and
again, there is no return. If I was not so mother fuckiGN angry at
the way my life has been permitted to be abused and no one will take
my hell seriously; I would burst the mother fuckiGN shit eating hell
into an ocean of cunt lapping tears, and cry for a week,
BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The computer open office system just fuckiGN
crashed, PAM BONDI AND FBI, at approximately 6:42 PM, and the system
needed to be recovered through that process I go through each fuckiGN
cunt time this happens, FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!! DO YOU WANT A MOTHER FUCKING 10.5 TO STRIKE IN LA, KEEP
THIS FUCKIGN SHIT UP AND GOING, YOU SICK DERRANGED FUCKIGN RATS ASS
BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am taking no chances with this, later on the CHAPTER 01-B will be
posted, but 01-A is now over with nothing getting g said, and my
civil rights, as always, totally fucking trampled on, American Civil
liberties Union. Obviously their dirt bag DOW JONES stock markets
flew up 300+ points, I do not know and have not checked it yet. But
this, Mister Kaiter sir, is totally mother fucking ridiculous.
Hay
there
Louise
Hendershodt
XXXXXXXXXXX!!!
AUGUST
ELECTRICAL 27, 2014,
EARLY
WEDNESDAY EVENING AT 6:49
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 87 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 76%, FEELING 86 TO THE SKIN.
DAILY
RANGE SO FAR, (H-90/L-80)
JANE
WHORE SLUT JUST NAILED MY FUCKING ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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ROTTEN
MOTHER FUCKING SLEAZY SHIT HEAD FROM 1993!!!!!!!!!
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