Folks;
I can go all over the place, to other times and other dimensions,
and the problem is that no one in the world is ready for a bunch of
non registered private journey travelers, skipping across the
hyperspace, doing all sorts of things
that the world powers have no power or control over. The
problem I will always have with all of this shit is the
evental-time-warp of 1987, and my pal David. If they did not want all
this to happen, they should have just allowed me to live a normal
life, which is all I ever wanted to fucking do in the first place,
not be here trying to create the one and only religion for an entire
millennium. It is these paradoxes and philosophical conundrums that
just don't cut it in the making sense department, and I'll be the
fucking first dude at the gate holding up a huge sign saying just
that!
If
my rotten Milituforce enemies want a war with me, fine. How many
secrets about all of them do I know, that they wish to the gods that
I did not know?
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT
NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE
YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING
POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
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Every
mother fucking time these ghetto roach nabes all get loud and
party around, they BRING ME A TON OF MOTHER FUCKING ROACHES AND
OTHE RNASTY ASS INSECTS TO DEAL WITH, EVERY SINGLE TIME WITGHOUT
EXCEPTION, PUBLIC HOUSING AUTHORITY, FLORIDA BOARD OF HEALTH, AND
PAM BONDI, FLORIDA STATE ATTORNEY GENERAL. I just now had to half
empty a can of expensive fucking RAID BUG KILLER in my kitchen,
and it is so unfair that I have to be tormented all of my cunt
chewing fucking life, never being the one who does the wrong
thing, always the one accused of doing wrong and being the bad
guy, and always treated like a fucking piece of worthless shit ass
trash. I was going to say a dog, but that is not correct, dogs are
loved, and treated real well by the vast majority of humans. I on
the other hand am treated viciously by this rotten world and those
with over over it that control all of our lives.
AUGUST
17, 2014,
SUNDAY
MORNING AT 1:23,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 75 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 100%, IT FEELS 80
DAILY
RANGES YESTERDAY: H-92/L-73
ETERNAL
LIFE IS HIGHLY OVER RATED BY MORTALS!
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
ESS
IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG
CHAPTER
023
Oh
the gods, ladies and gentlemen, I will tell you a few power house
things on this blog, and it will not be another eighty plus page
job. Short and sweet and as simple as possible will be the theme
song of this twenty-third chapter.
Many
people do not have the balls to ask me details about things in my
life that they are dying to know, and they do not fool me a little
bit. I could start with the dude who appears at the very beginning
of all these blogs for well over a year now. These people think I
am here to give it all away, and they are wrong. This is not a one
way street, and there are no one way streets. If you don't
Microsucks Lightbulb ask, or knock on the door; then to quote an
earlier powerful group of words, the door will not be opened, and
the you will not find and receive all of the story. You will hear
bits and pieces, but unless I know someone wants to be friends and
share this wild paranormal crap I suffer through, then they will
go on with all the others, getting a lot, yes, but a lot of BITS
AND A LOT OF PIECES. I think this is only fair, as I am not
holding guns to anyone's head, but there should be no onus on my
art to deliver endless free powerful rivers of information down a
relentless one way channel. You all can stay in the shadows and do
whatever. I ever get a single e-mail or comment at least on my
BLOGGER account, and that is my account, I may post elsewhere, but
THAT is my HQ, and is my right to make my HQ. No one calls,
writes, e-mails, or comments. So you will get a lot of information
because for me it is both extremely therapeutic, and I'll admit,
it is done by me as a major retaliatory strike, in lieu of
shooting up a mall or a mickey-D. Why go to jail over a bunch of
filthy rotten ESS travelers who just use me to distract away from
endlessness?
First,
we're going to discuss the situation of employment and residence.
If you are not a millionaire or more; you need to be concerned for
at least four or more decades of your life, about these two items,
more than any other thing in your life, people, whether you are
able to see this truth or not. You may be 22 and think to
yourself, BULLSHIT MOUNTAINPEN, finding a great mate or sex
partner is way ahead on the list and maybe I;ll agree you blogger
head, if you would revise it as this new 3 item list with this one
on top. I will merely say back to you, that the list stands as is,
and that only these two matter, because if either one of them goes
real sour or is always sour in your fucking life; I promise you,
your life will stink far worse, than if you have a mediocre or
rotten mate or sex partner, or none at all, or Congressman before
you were Congressman, to quote you in 1975 so well and so
perfectly, “WHATEVER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
take me, and my endless shit with rotten nabes at all residences;
and rotten coworkers and bosses, at all jobs, during the course of
my Marcucci/Simon song lifetime, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
LAUGH-PROMPT, humorous feelings are the appropriate response here,
Detective Bobby Goren, NYC SVU. Roseann Chopper needs to be told
up front, I will never be her mother, I am a guy, do not bite me
on my tits, or the throat, please!
Anger
response now, Bobby Goren. All my dirt bag shit swallowing life,
Dick Wolf and Don Trump, and Morians and Lessians and family, and
Inbetweenians, and aliens, and ESSIANS, and or Congressman
'Whateverians', I have been put in a cage as a lab rat on this
planet of so-called waking world illusion, and my exercise wheel
is loaded like a pair of cheating dice without any major right
crosses that might knock me on my ass early in the century.
Laughing response again, Detective Goren and Chopper! Back now to
anger and some hurt response, YO. I sit here now a broken fucking
scared human being nearly sixty years old. My health is shot, my
life is wrecked. I have nothing, and everybody everywhere for no
reason that I can understand, totally mother fucking hates my cunt
lapping guts at light speed squared. Unless I ca pull a rabbit out
of the hat, I soon face a slow lingering hellish nightmare fucking
death, from a condition no one ever would treat or cure or help me
with, other than for putting me on four miligrams of an anti
anxiety medication called ativan, in July of 1983, after leaving
Jefferson Hospital sicker than when I went in and had to brave a
team of mother fuckiGN psychologists every day,. BECAUSE THE
MEDICAL PROFESSION is too ignorant or too paid off, to ever get to
the bottom of what happened to me out of the blue, on the night of
June the fourth, in 1983.
Fear
is the response now, Bobby Goren and
Chopper!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
One
day late in 1983, my mother spoke to a coworker in her office,
Shirley. Shirley and Patty and Melanie, three friends from 1968
through the seventies somewhere, and my mother was given a number
to call on the phone,a throat specialist in northeast
Philadelphia. The problem is that no human being is going to
believe just who this doctor really was, that he was a
transdimensional traveler and an ESS member, and his daughter from
that dimension, has blown my cousin's mind so much that if I went
on with this right now, I would not live to see Donna's great
morning fucking light.
Only
people who are in the ESS, such as the most powerful man alive in
2014, maybe; and do extensve ESS TRAVEL, know how real I am, and
how real Morianity is, and that MORIANITY is not my invention nor
my creation, but it is some wild weird entity in and of itself;
that attaches onto people when it feels that they need to know a
lot more than all of the others in their general surroundings.
First off, Dawn King was needed by ESS to get me to lose some
powerful things, and I indeed lost them all. Job was completed,
she was blood sacrificed. She had a cancer tumor, and the doctors
just let her die, as they are going to do to me, and I know this,
because I know the actual fuckiGN dirt bag interdimensional people
from parallel universes, who poisoned me in Atco in 1983 and gave
me this condition, so that all of this othe rshit would all come
to pass. But it goes way way way way beyond anything that be
written on any blog, short or long. The actual people that
poisoned me came here and went into high ranking NSA agents'
bodies, and are still in them when they feel the need to dream and
control them. They were the ones who commandeered my AT&T
telephone in 1983 and did all those wild things to me on the phone
as well. They are the ones who poisoned me by putting a pipe into
a slit in my bedroom window and nuked me with carbon monoxide, and
a week later or so, after recovering from that, some other mixture
in that one caused me to suddenly begin to have my lymph glands
grow and expand, choking me off, and every doctor I can ever go to
they know already before I go, and they dream control through
them, and then they refuse to help me and tell me I am just in
need of a shrink, which is total mother fucking nonsense. If a
shrink could help me, I would have gladly gone that route a very
long time ago. I know what is happening to me. To this day, so
does the top dfemale pop diva, when her doppelganger is inside of
her and in control. At other times, she would pass a lie detector
test while telling me, I am nuts. But you see folks, this is how
the ESS operates, it is flawless, and as Mel Gibson the cabbie put
it in the greatest movie ever made, “Conspiracy Theory”; along
the lines of, if it is not a super great perfect air tight
conspiracy, then what good would it be. I mean come on, if it can
blown, then the entire operation is fucking toast. And who is ever
going to listen to CRACKPOT MOUNTAIPEN? This is however part of
shit. They put plenty of folks intentionally, on crackpot lists,
who happen to one way or the other, stumble onto too much secret
shit, about this ESS nightmare. This all led to a lot more than
the creation of the sike doctor world and labeling peeps who try
and expose any of this. It has led to all of the religions, and
most of the smaller cults, that exist and have existed in the
past, on this wonderful planet Earth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
the biggest problem in all of this, ladies and gentlemen; is
really along this line. They make dam sure that they plan out a
huge game in all universes where they are going to have a lot of
control over in dream-travel. Then they use manipulation of time
and the wet towel effect of localized hyperspace as previously
explained; to manipulate things so they acquire massive power over
others, and cannot for the most part be touched. One way to know
who is in the ESS and who is not, is if someone is brought into
the legal system. For example the governor recently that has made
news and was indicted; he is NOT IN THE ESS. No one in the CJS, on
the bad side of it, is in the ESS. Some may appear to have a few
sealed juvy problems, but that was done as a double cover against
these words right now in this exact time.
People
in the ESS do have tells. They love to stand around and stare, and
smirk. They mostly all in one capacity or another, work in the
Entertainment industry, or world (EW) as I shorten and abbreviate
it to. This includes sports, politics, movie acting, and music
recording, IE, any kind of a public figure, or even those behind
the scenes of public figures, such as promoters, engineers,
directors, right down to professional paid extras. I will later
on, unless my medical issues work themselves out; tell things way
beyond these basic things, and I will absolutely guarantee you
that when I publish all that I know and include some really wild
other proofs that may or may not publish up; will caus e the world
as we know it to all go JOE PAGET NUTS. This will occur
practically overnight. I will take stuff to the NYU straight to
Professor Kaku, and show him how to change the flow of time in a
300 square foot room in a major way, and I will prove a lot of
electronic stuff that I am able to do. Because of what I have
learned 35 years ago, I am the only one alive, to this day, with
all the best pro-tools programs and all of it, who can take a
saturated over limit recording, and remove all distortion. I also
can take the middle-A piano note or 330 hertz, and any cheap
sampler, and a group of eight other inexpensive gismos and some
cliver circuits and wiring; and can make any sound I want. I can
avoid using the mechanical vocoder that makes things sound like
YBCO as opposed to TML. This is what Jan Nace was all pissed off
about in the summer of 1980, not just a changed mix. I can build a
system to bring those no longer with us, right back into our
reality. This is what drove me insane, as autumn approached in
that year. But a lot of shit is not happening in as few dimensions
as all of you insist on living your limited lives through, it is a
bit more complex, and a lot of shit is involved.
1980-1986
was a seven year period that altered this universe in bigger ways
than World War Two ever did, and I should know, as I was in the
war, and even caused the war, and you all know this, and few if
any take it seriously, but it is very real and horrible. Atlantic
City, New Jersey fits into the maze of this because my family and
the TAWF, before they were joined in 1969, transdimensionally; and
physically; but you have to see that people are not responsible
for their actions when the ESS is involved, and this would keep
the court system not only busy making updated legislation for the
entire millennium, but would alter life as we all know it forever,
in bigger ways than a nuclear winter. There is a reason why Sarah
Krassle was Sarah Jehovah Nurockey Karge, and then became others
in later years, even being two entities for a short space of time.
Advanced dream-travelers can be awake and controlling their
doubles in more than one universe, and in more than just one body
in the same universe. Early stage ESS entities first learn to
manipulate and dominate their doubles, as atomically, this is
easiest to do for reasons that physicists would understand a lot
quicker than normal folks. So ask your local physicist what ki
mean if you wish to. Still, advanced travelers can be indwelling
and controlling 2,3,4 who knows how many people in one universe,
in many different times. The best illustration is the wise guy
teenager who becomes a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON and masters the art real
well. Then he immediately goes and learns to contol folks who are
in similar size and age and type of bodies, all over the place,
and after that, practices on less similar doubles of himself, and
less, and less still. After that, he searches for Wall Street type
Manhattan businessmen, and then follows them around in his own
universe to see if any of them would be a good target to take over
in a local parallel universe where he would be able to gain access
to in one night of practicing this. Then, the trick would be to
have him open an account somewhere in his name, the teenager ESS
traveler, and then simply go to the bank and withdraw most of the
money with his identification. He could do this over and over to
many people in many universes. But this is one thing that bad ESS
people can do, and the possibilities are more than endless to
quote the old Bewitched TV show with Lizzy Montgomery and Dick
York and Agnes Moorehead. The possibilities are beyond
limitless for doing all manner of good or bad deeds, and who is to
stop an ESS traveler? Well, some might think, as with the ROBO-COP
deal, that eventually a system of enforcers would come to exist.
Maybe this does indeed happen Maybe I am being framed by bad
travelers and in 1980, my inventions and other things such as my
1983 communications with lightning; caused me to become a target
of these ESS POLICE? Who can know such things? Right around these
days, came all that syfy shit with just such TV shows and movies,
all produced by ESS peeps, or the Entertainment World, in general.
I know these secrets, and I know about a ton more of them. I know
all the bells and whistles, how to set things up, how to make them
react, how to prove things, what they do and what they like, and
what they don;t, and on and on and on. I would never ever tip my
hand one tenth of the full way, until I knew for sure that I had a
dozen mother fuckiGN people on my side of the fight, army soldiers
with uniforms matching my colors, and my and attitudes matching
basically, my system of values and politics. Morianity makes no
bones about squat, and holds back nothing on how I feel about
unlimited capitalism as this is a tool used by the ESS to control
all of us endlessly, and I do not hold back any of my basic
political libertarian for the most part, views on life in America.
So I will pump out lots of stuff, and keep your appetites whet but
I will in no way give away the entire keyring set keys to this ESS
kingdom, when I do not even know who is on the other end of this
typographical keyboard. It is not only fair, it is smart and
astute! My mother raised no pig, and no dam dummy, I promise!
I
have seen universes and years based on entirely other things than
the birth of Christ,
such as for example a place where it is the year 3000, and no
event is anything other than jumping through a little energy field
and for a period of time preset, you are somewhere, doing
something, anything at all. It is along the lines of the ,
'LAWNMOWER MAN 2' as well as Arny's great early nineties movie,
'TOTAL RECALL', ripped off from one of my road tapes somebody
found long ago, where I used th e words, FULL RECALL, exact same
thing. In this world, things stopped having significance, there
was no present fixed goings on of anything, it had all switched to
making up what we wanted, and then jumping into there through a
magical Harry Potter field of strange pure energy. Obnly there is
no magic or Harry Potter, only the energy that put that idea into
the mind of the British creator of this marvelous fictional
character.
I
could go on and on, and you all know this perfectly. Let me wrap
it all up instead, with this. Very few of us have too much of our
true selves left. Even people my age, and I can see this clearly,
and no one else seems to be able to. They cannot control me, and
they do not like it at all. My response, detective Goren and
Chopper, here; is this: DEFIANCE.
I
defy the ESS, kill me if you can, but I will not now or ever,
submit to your bully tactics, your intimidations to be like others
OR ELSE; and lots more!!!!!!!!!!!
Folks
used to be at least 60-90 percent themselves without dreamers in
hyperspace all over the place controlling/dominating them almost
continuously. With time and more and more entities and more
learning how to develop the abilities of a T3E; simple mathematics
insists upon the reality of less and less of all
TYPE-1-Exploratrons, being ourselves and not under domination from
those advanced sleepers from parallel realities.
Now
I will say a lot more things I never would have, AS WELL AS PROVE
IT ALL, with shit I never would have done, unless this shit with
taking my meds away from me, stops, and if you think this is going
to go away, Cousin Donald, think back to that day when you told me
to go see dock Hagar at the UOP. You knew that things needed to
unfold in certain ways or this world is fuckiGN doomed forever
real dam soon. And without my meds, I am a dead mother fucker!
I'll bet in 1982, you never thought there would be two divas and
two Doctor Margret's, huh CUZZ???????????????????
NOW
THIS IS JUST BLOWING ASHES OFF OF A FOREST FIRE FROM A LARGE BURNT
UP NATIONAL PARK, next to where
I fully could go with allof this, and the involvement of huge name
people
all over this fucking messed up twisted ass world. Please don't
push me to the dam wall, people.
PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
whole problem with power when it is unlimited is a lot like money
and capitalism. There is nothing wrong with some, or even a lot,
but no human is designed to channel unlimited power, there is an
old and still used great formula, people. E/T=P. Energy divided by
time equals power. If power is unlimited, then time is no longer
in th equation. The math wizards argue amongst themselves, calling
this GOD and giving it a math-symbol. It is basic that unlimited
energy = absolute power, the math shows this to a thirteen year
old in middle school, but the real life shit does not always sink
in, to assholes on Wall Street. But remember, this is not a three
dimensional street, Wall Street is 5ifth, and only with this in
mind, can my claims about ICPE-APE and all the rest of it, be
seriously entertained!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WELL
GREAT VIEWERS, THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR 61,000 VIEWS. I WILL KEEP
TELLING THE MORE THAT PEOPLE WISH TO HEAR FROM THE BOM!
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Hello,
alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am
ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal
Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJK.
Folks,
I hope that you all have one hell of a great and wonderful day.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.
Dennis
calls me and says, after I said hello and he said ''Mark, it's you
right'', and I said yeppir or something like that, half asleep. He
then said, ''LOCK LIMIT UP''. I said to him what's that mean? He said
that is good, your position in the palladium contract was at maximum
profit and already no longer able to even trade today. Next morning
he called and did not wait for me to say it is me, and he said,
''LOCK LIMIT UP''. This was the beginning of the gold rush.
Enjoying
yourself World Nelson, to quote the great Kevin Bacon back in the
year of 1990, huh old pal and ADA Ron Wirtz Senior, of the Camden
county Prosecutor's Office???????
The
best kept secret in the county up there is not any of this 1990
fucking bullshit, but 10 years later in the last fucking cunt lapping
week in February of 2000, Michelle Gracci of Jefferson Silverhands
Street, right Mister fucking Mohr-Mayor of toy-land? These fucking
jerk offs, sir Hawking, have not followed me around the cycle for 234
times, huh, well, maybe you need to ask my daughter to fix you all up
with a few real large cups of nice dam ass hot coffee, and bring
Professor Pepperwinkle and his whoppers and inventions along for the
exploratronic ride of the ages! I mean between newspaper tablets,
Popes and Pote's, Chatsworth hyperspace miracles canonized or not,
and all of the Bluecran
Unexplained Miracles
that took place at or a mile north of Selena Dada's great Stenton
Avenue Atlantic City Rooming-house in the summer time of 1974, I
could ask for answers or even ask the GAGA cat, or the miracle man on
the beach that day, and in fact, folks, I
pressed and pressed the dude, until he broke, and swore me to
secrecy. It
does not matter because he disappeared and his entire family
disappeared,
about a year or so later, some time in the year of 1975. Well Delmo
Cifaloglio and future dental rapper Darius Deezy; you all just go and
choke me all you want to, from 1983, all the way to Florida's great
south lake, where it is John King OK to do so, BUTT
when
all is said and done, and as Maria Stromyer said to the great
original Patterson, ''Next time you see me, I'll be
DEAD''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tell that to all of the 1994 Atlantic City
Police, and see which one falls down, all up set. Then, Clarence old
pal, we all might just have a better chance, that, and if my old pal
Bob becomes a team player. Folks, don't ask yourselves, what does
this little fucking prick really know, ask, what does this shit head
mother fucker NOT KNOW about all of us??????????????????? But then
again, Callio is dead and gone, Trollio my old camp pal from
Seventeenth and Sampson in Center City Philadelphia, is either
retired, or has joined Frank Callio; and I cannot speak for all of
the 'hyperdimensional effects' that the rest of them might have,
after all of these wild experiences; from the Trinidad
Nuthouse
and the nightmare of helping my mom and I after we are both DEAD, to
any and all disappearing mob men, from the middle seventies, right
Mike Tedesco??????? For all I know, even the great McGuire may have
gone the way of all flesh and flies. Keep dropping those bad boys out
of those drones from the future, right Anthony Owememoney
Zenun?????????????????????????????
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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you for the 61,000 views, great
people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
CHAINS OF CHINA AND CHANGES MEASURED WITH I-CHING!
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