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IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG
CHAPTER
10
© MARK WAYNE
MOUNTAINPEN MOHR 2006-2014
MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3
WISDOM
IS A GREAT THING, AND IS HIGHLY MISUNDERSTOOD IMHO, MIZZ DANIELS. IN
AND OF ITSELF, YOU CANNOT BEAT IT IF INDEED IT IS GREAT AND PURE
HEARTED. BUT NO ONE TO MY KNOWLEDGE EVER SAYS, THAT WHEN IT IS GIVEN,
AS WITH ANY SENTENCE, THERE IS A PERIOD. IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR ANY
WISDOM, TO DIRECTLY INSTRUCT ANYONE HOW TO BE BETTER STUDENTS,
PARENTS, TEACHERS, CHILDREN, COMMUNITY LEADERS, WORLD LEADERS, UNCLES
OR CUTCH UNCLES; ONE OF TWO THINGS IS GOING ON. EITHER YOU ARE
MISINFORMED ABOUT WHAT WISDOM IS DOING FOR YOU, OR THE PERSON DISHING
IT OUT TO YOU, IS LIKEWISE VERY MISINFORMED. IF I COULD CURE THE
HUNTINGTON CURSE, OR MAKE THE WORLD A GREAT PLACE TO LIVE IN, OR DO
ANYTHING ABOVE AND MORE, BECOME A SUCCESS UTLILIZING MY
INVENTIVE/CREATIVE TALENTS, GET FILTHY RICH WHILE DOING IT, MAKE
PEOPLE LIKE ME AND WANT TO BE AROUND ME ANDS SAY NICE THINGS ABOUT
ME, WOULD I NOT DO THOSE MAGIC THINGS OF GREAT WISDOM? YET DO I FOR
ONE MINUTE, BECAUSE MY LIFE IS SO FUCKED UP AND PATHETICALLY FAILED,
CLAIM TO HAVE LITTLE OR NO WISDOM? NOT ON YOUR DAM LIVES, FOLKS. I
HAVE GREAT WISDOM. WISDOM DOES NOT STOP AN EARTHQUAKE OR A MURDER OR
A RAPE OR A FORCLOSURE OR A FAILED BUSINESS. THESE THINGS OF
NEGATIVITY HAPPEN ALL THE TIME TO MANY WITH AND WITHOUT GREAT DEGREES
OF WISDOM. WISDOM IS GREAT, PERIOD. PLEASE DO NOT JUDGE MY FAILED AND
FUCKED UP LIFE, AS ''HAY ASSHOLE MOUNTAINPEN, WHO THE SHIT ARE YOU TO
GIVE SO MUCH INFORMATION, YOU WORTHLESS FUCKING PRICK''?
WISDOM=SUCCESS IN LIFE? SHOW ME THAT FORMULA SOMEWHERE, AND I WILL
SPEND A LOT OF MY TIME, WRITING ALL KINDS OF LETTERS TO WHOEVER
CLAIMS THIS, TELLING THEM WHAT I THINK ABOUT THEIR SCREWED UP FUCKING
IDEAS. WISDOM IS A WONDERFUL THING. IT HAS VALUE. IT MAKES US PONDER
ALL THE MORE ON LIFE'S ENDLESS QUERIES. WISDOM, PERIOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
REDD FOXX WOULD UNDERSTAND THIS, IF HE WERE HERE WITH ME RIGHT NOW,
AND MANY FANS OF HIS KNOW WHAT IS BEING SAID. I HAVE NO DEGREES ON MY
WALLS, AND WENT ONLY TO GRADE 8 AND THEN TO SPECIAL ED. THEY DON'T
TEACH MUCH THERE, IT IS A BUNCH OF SHIT, OR IT WAS BACK IN MY DAY, I
CANNOT SPEAK FOR PRESENT TIMES, AS IN PRESENT TIMES, I AM JUST ABN
OLD FUCKING MAN. I DO KNOW THAT I COULD NOT GIVE ANY EXPERT TESTIMONY
ON ANY SUBJECT, BY LEGAL MEANS. IF I TRIED TO, I COULD GO TO PRISON
FOR COMMITTING FRAUD. YET I TELL YOU THIS IN ABSOLUTE TRUTH. I KNOW
AS MUCH, AND MORE, ON SEVERAL SUBJECTS, THAN ANYONE AND EVERYONE, WHO
IS IN FACT LEGALLY PERMITTED TO GIVE SUCH LEGAL EXPERT COURT
TESTIMONY. THE LAW DECIDES THAT EDUCATED PEOPLE ARE ABLE TO PROVIDE
ACCURATE INFORMATION TO A COURT, BASED ON EDUCATION AT ACCEPTED
LOCATIONS AND WITH METHODS THAT ALSO ARE SOCIOLOGICALLY ACCEPTED.
THERE IS NOTHING TOTALLY WRONG WITH THIS. BUT THE ENTIRE SYSTEM IS
RIGGED. WHO CAN AFFORD THE REAL EDUCATION THAT PROVIDES THE REAL
GREAT JOBS THAT PAY SIX FIGURE ANNUAL INCOMES TO START, OTHER THAN
FOR THE WEALTHY WHO ARE ALREADY WEALTHY? THE ENTIRE THING
ALWAYS GOES BACK TO MY DESPISING OF PRESENT DAY NEW WORLD ORDER
CAPITALISM. I AM NO COMMIE, FRIENDS.
I BELIEVE AS DO ALL GOOD STOCK BROKERS; IN
LIMITS. I WOULD ALWAYS PRACTICE WHAT I PREACH, AND PUT MY
MONEY, IF I HAD ANY; WHERE MY BIG FAT UGLY MOUTH IS. THOSE WHO HAVE
KNOWN ME IN VARYING WAYS, FOR SIXTY FUCKING YEARS; KNOW THIS ABOUT
ME; AND IF THEY TELL THE TRUTH; THEY WILL SAY THIS ABOUT ME.
SEPTEMBER
5, 2014,
EARLY
FRIDAY MORNING AT 1:03
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 100%, FEELS 82, DISTANT LIGHTNING.
IWALU
LOVELY LIGHTNING, WE WILL BE FOREVER TOGETHER LOVELY BLOND
TEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
English initials of ESS is a translation from male gender into female
gender. GOD to GODDESS, PRINCE to PRINCESS, LORD to LORDESS, as in
SAR an ancient word meaning LORD, and the ancient AH that converts to
more modern ESS, SAR-AH or SARAH, meaning Princess and Goddess.
Originally, another word, DIVINE-AH was shortened to DIVAH, and then
the H dropped, for DIVA. All the clues to all of Morianity are in the
wisdom of the recorded past and history of this world. It is not
meant to be easily figured out, and the difficulty level, as with
todasy's modern computer games, with their ''various difficulty
levels'', also are all a part of this wild game, that only I know its
true name for sure, as the Almighty told me in late 1996, “GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS,
and the red letter changes shown now, I was totally clueless to in
1996, and 2006, but then shortly after, came LOIS FOCA-2, and lots of
years of major following revelations, along with a real publicly
first written, from 1995 information, a re-write of “MORIANITY”!
This many powerful things cannot just happen, and many Christians to
me are pathetic, for their narrow-minded translations of a very
similar event 2000 years back into time, and also along my direct
family lineage, all from King David, straight into royal Stuart
lineage, into the Huntington family, and all the way to me. This same
great SSJKK is and was, and for that matter, always will be, involved
in my family, and is a part of my family, in more ways than some holy
roller spirit filled fundamentalists, throwing water buckets all
over, at each other, as if the fourth quarter just ended and the
gladiators on their team just killed the others.
Many
things in human history have become reversed over great time periods.
Once upon a time, with no fairy tales at all being told, female
domination was absolute. Men stayed home, women worked hard. They
were taller and stronger and we were subservient to them. This all
changed and evolved, but not before a time a long while back that I
remember very well. I cannot tell you my name or if we had names as
villagers of where I lived. I had a giant beautiful wife even though
they were mates, we were all mates, not wives and husbands. I was
very happy with her and we lived together from the time we were
twelve until she died at about 25 and I died a year later. People at
19 were considered advanced aged persons, and after 27, you were a
goner very soon. This is why to this day, our teeth were made to be
mostly good for about 28 years, and no promises after that. Women
were very spiritual and creative. Men as they are today, were logical
and rational and much less emotional. One day in the villages around
us in times before us, the great wise women began to do what we now
call heavy meditation, transcendental and deep breathing included.
Eventually, they could alter their awareness, and began to fall out
of waking reality, and would begin to explore the great other worlds
beyond our visible one while here and awake. They invented dreaming,
and yes, sleeping. No one ever slept, no one got tired and fell
asleep. But over time, we all do now, and without it, we would go
insane, with our new built in DNA changes that fit these new
readjusted times of hyperspace travel, (dreaming). Women, the ESS,
everything always fits together, and just because we great high tech
people in 2014 cannot always see what lays beyond the next bend or
rise, it is all there, whatever it is that is there, whether or not
we live and die and choose to see it or not.
But
travel in hyperspace via dreaming got created by the female, and once
dominant, and explains a cool symbolism in the great letters of ESS,
but there is indeed just a tad bit more going on with this entire
deal, kind peeps. When electronics is discovered, in all universes,
people begin changing sound into electrical signals and back again,
so that they can record music and voices and sounds and so on. When
they reach this point, there are a few out of the many, whose voices
are turned into electrical signals and back, way more than all the
rest of us combined or just about. If you wish to use the word
recording artist, that is fine, it works great in this universe,
while in another universe, it could be called something a whole lot
different. Still, the electromagnetic fields that create the many
universes based on complex lawtron realities on the seventh
dimension, begin to notice and observe a pattern. Humans see it one
way, but the multiverse just knows that there are some entities all
over the 5th
dimension who have an over abundant amount of this signal conversion.
It would take fifty years and volumes of thick books for me to even
make the attempt of showing details on what I say to you next. Put
simply however, and compressed a septillion times or so; major
disruptions in the fields that make all of these many parallel
universes, do occur, when electrical energies of over-users as we may
call them for sake of this lesson; are inter-dimensionalized. I can
go to sleep, and hear another parallel universe me, who is just
another failed musician there as well as here; and wake up with a
remembered song from this other universe, sit down at a keyboard,
plug in a mic and a mixer and and a tape deck, and voile' make the
song. Nothing will happen. But if I take something in a parallel
universe, or heard in a dream world, from a well known performing
artist, both there and here; and come back here awake, and do this
material where here for whatever reason, it was never done, even
without using their voice, the multiverse remembers the over-user's
song from the other world, and wonders what is happening, it is
literally 'thinkiing' this question. This multiverse of ours is
merely a mirrored image of the MIND REALM, down below it by one
dimension, so that it can be made up of tangible material
interchangeable energies, when MIND divides it by light speed
squared. This of course is why the opposite to this, is energy equals
mass or matter when multiplied by light speed squared. This constant
of light speed is mathematically written as C, and then the little 2
is above it. This thinking multiverse rocks and quakes and moves in
all kinds of ways when it over-thinks. When you confuse it, it will
cause disruptions in weather, tectonic plate and volcanic activity,
and all sorts of unnatural other things to go on a roll until it
eventually equalizes and stabilizes everything to its own
satisfaction. I am not saying this is what Tony Bonjovi, who yes, I
know the name is not spelled correctly, but is the fan accepted
easier spelling for his cousin the performer; who many know and love;
but he most likely was not consciously worried about things back in
the spring time of 2011. We all know what is being said, unless we
all forgot the powerful shit that happened with the weather as well
as the blogs that I wrote on a spring that was three years earlier in
oh-8, after I had heard that song done by Mariah Carey in a powerful
transdimensional location and hoped she would do it here, and she
wouldn't, so I said to myself, I will sing it. I did, the rest was
history. You may or may not remember THE MORNING LIGHT song and the
Mount Saint Helen's volcano eruption in 1980. This is all real, and
extremely dangerous, and maybe, just maybe, Tony Bonjovi in a higher
consciousness, knew all of this, and did not wish to make his studio
available any longer for the good of a lot of potential people. Hay,
who can know? Can all my wisdom produce certainty abnd absolute
answers? If you think this thought, I definitely have a New York City
bridge to sell you, tomorrow morning, just gimme' a freaking call,
I'm in the phone book, Mark Wayne Mohr, Fort Pierce, Florida, USA.
Now
I am going to paste in 2 BIO pages of my Blogger dot com blog, that I
have used since January of 2006. The last sentence is new, and I
never wrote it. Do any of you almighty geniuses have any answers for
me?
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BLOGGER
DOT COM ASKS ME; BLOGGER MOUNTAINPEN:
You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
MY RESPONSE TO THEM WAS:
An
angry mother.
Also,
at the risk of sounding negative; the only thing one may be truly
sure of is that you cannot be sure of anything. I am sorry for my
glass half-empty attitude lovely Twinbay. Hope all is well with you.
Kind
ladies and gentlemen, my mother's 94th birthday would be
today if she had not been murdered by Paula King Senior, Pees mother,
my baby mama.
Now
this is the way it read until I posted up my last blog. Look
carefully at the yellow color.
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Hay,
I think it is cool as shit, and whoever managed to get that onto my
blogs, I like it buddy, or honey, or whatever gender ye may be-eth.
Still, me' ol' qweeschin is, jes hala ye deed eet maitee? Meester
Meeguire has a lot of magical power, as does Paula, the great
TRAVELER. Did you just say, W-O-W, Mister Macy and very distant
cousin Martha???????
Has
anyone ever taken my dare, and gone to 30 South Plaza Place, and
tried taking a photograph of the home of the Almighty?
Has
anyone ever tried to disprove all the things I have made a claim to?
You
won't you know, I challenge the entire government to try, from the
FBI to my opal the President. He knows. I gave him a heads up about
this horrible year. I try to be a good American and a good citizen.
I'm not perfect. Neither is Bruce Pennock in 1972, right Mildred B.
Young? She told me to get away as fast as I can run; from an over
domineering overbearing over dominating mother, and I didn't listen
to her. Boy were you a soothsayer and a prophet. I should have ran
away with your cousin Taffy I guess. Oh well, that was no more meant
to be than it was for me to ever know a moment of peace, joy, or
happiness, only ETERNAL MOTHER FUCKING WOE AND
MISERY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And the name of Huntington was once so
great. Oh how the mighty Babylonians have fallen, great lovely
daughter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry if my life has inconvenienced
you. I am not being sarcastic, this is a genuine dam apology.
What
makes this an interesting world is that no two people are the same,
not even twins. My family contains quite a number of these
phenomenon's so I know a little bit about this topic myself, along
with my ''great pals'' Colin and Kevin McGrath from
Collingswood, New Jersey and from Haddon Township High School,
in Westmont, World Future Labs, New Jersey
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Some
cunt lapping mother fucker thinks it funny, old pal Bob McDowell,
Chairman of the federal Communications Commission, and sir; to hack
out the Deja Vu Sans font,
it will not fucking johnny faster work, with the font set to a bold
type, it vanishes every time, remember last time they fucked with me
on this font, old friend from the Cooley-Wormhole
Marola Hall of Hopkins Memory Lane, back early in the dam seventies.
Funny,
is it not, world? Real funny, HA HA HA! People who laugh too fucking
much are like cackling hens and giggling fucked up school girls, and
I MOST CERTAINLY DO NOT HIT OR SPIT, ON ANY BUSES, ASSHOLES FROM
QUACK ER CLOWN, PENNSYLVANIA, USA, ESMWG. Really, what are the odds,
that my old pal becomes the fuckiGN FCC CHAIRMAN-DIRECTOR? For all
you fucking atheists out here, you have an incredible aboiluity to
see a lot of things in very bland mother fuckign ways, and I am not
going to lie to a one of you; I ENVY TH ENMOTHERR FUCKING CRAP OF YA,
DUDES AND DUDDESSES, even though I know you are all full of mothe
rfucking total shit at light speed cubed, cuban, and lottery winning
price patrolling nightmares, songs, letters, and
daughters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here it comes again, BOB
MCDOWELL, FCC, the fucking cunt lapping (`~HACK) YO YO YO YO YO!!!!
Now they tried to do the (WORD DISAPPEARING HACK, OLD BUDDY AND KIND
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wow, THIS IS GETTING MOTHER FUCKIGN CUNT
INTENSE, TO QUOTE ONE OF MY FANS, WHO I SHALL NEVER KNOW,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
MAGNESONIC,
SCAN ALL ENEMIES AND DESTROY THEM; THIS IS YOUR CREATOR; 18 CLEVER
GIRLS FROM 1983, AND S---T---O---P!!!!!!!!!!
DUH-DUH-DUH
Hyundai cars of 2006. Boy was I about to get SET UP, 1980 all mother
fuckiGN asshole over again. And I know why. Somehow they wiped out
all my fucking hurricanes, with some powerful cool tool, Lenny Fool,
hates and gates!!!! I know you Lenny, you won't ever fuckiGN bullshit
me, you old Rastafarian, this is old Ricktofarious here, and I have
your number, you hubcap smasher. Oh well, birds of a fire!
Yes,
speaking of monster ass, they gave me a horrendous mother fucking
hack attack, and also a mother fucking nasty bowel health strike, and
we will see what ol' fucking Maggie will do over the next 96 hours,
as a result!!!!
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity; Courtesy of Channel
12-Television. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!
Speaking
of mother fucking going to jail, and travelers, and the Exploratronic
Supermind Society (ESS), this is where all evil people and entities
belong, and then DOGTOWN after that, or HELL, for all the shit they
do to innocent and decent folks.
Yes
Terry Egghead Harbors, I am most definitely an imperfect little
human being, in total control over the Endless Miseries Club of
Planet Earth, but
not in control of a whole lot else, mahm. Sorry about that 1986
Maxwell Smart Chief. Blare those video games at me,
brother!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've been trapped in this one
for a long long long time, lovely Ingrid.
SAFE JOURNAL,
CHAPTER 102
KING NEBNOOSHOO
2ND COUSIN TO
BABYLONIAN KING
HEINZ GOTTWALD
OF 175
PENINSULA DRIVE
BEFORE HE WOKE UP IN '84
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SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 127
8:20
PM, TUESDAY, APRIL 19, 2011
BEGINNING:
(OF
A LOT MORE,
than just this little blog.)
Starting
at 7:25 this evening, I fell under a fucking death siege from my WOMO
enemies.
It
is quite obvious for the mother fucking record, who is doing this,
and why. It all began after I came back from wherever I was on
and before the 15th
of August in 1986. It all seems to be totally connected with
the Philadelphia Flyers Hockey fucking garbage team, as well as the
Dow Jones Stock Market, as I have stated and proclaimed right along.
Obviously a game is going on tonight, and this will be game three in
the fucking playoffs. My electronic fucking shit is being totally
hacked and fucked with Robert McDowell, please try and help me if you
can, in any event, it will be a 2-1 series with the cheating fucking
Flyers ahead in a few hours, that is fucking certain.
When
my hacker friends take care of business later this week on Thursday
afternoon, do not be fucking surprised if the entire planet
Earth and seven plus billion [persons] are all dead and gone forever.
I warned your fucking asses to fucking to leave me the shit alone you
jerk off mother fucking scum bags. I do not claim to understand what
has taken place for nearly 25 years, but it appears I do remember
more than anyone else involved, so I am ahead of the game a little
bit, for all the good it does me after things
all blow apart on Thursday when I leave the fucking recording studio.
You all had your fucking chance, and you blew it, dirt bags. No one
can suffer throughout forever, and not fucking strike back.
ENDING:
'4-REAL/EEEEEEEEEEEEEE' (Then
it all came.)
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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