There are only those
that I can count on one hand with fingers and no thumb, times; but
today was one of them. I speak of major revelation that nearly
always, if not without exception; comes to me, by way of major
horrendous attack and death persecution, by the force that I have
called since early in this millennium, the MILITUFORCE! This gets
good, and that I promise you, whoever is really and truly out here.
Also. I don't speak of any one particular attack or day or even week,
but over large stretches of hellish nightmare times. This is
sufficient to cause the A or B effect on all of us. You survive and
get super hyper time revelations, or you don't survive it and it's
good night Archie Bunker Nurse!
MARCH
8, 2015,
MONDAY
MORNING AT 12:07,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 67 DEGREES FNHT.
For
reasons unknown to me, I am very hot. It is not particularly humid or
hot, but I am. Maybe after a really rotten weekend, I should expect
to be boiling. All the things that I told on these blogs that were
the major most significant incidences of my life, when examined all
together, tend to correspond a lot with the old 'PITSY' 48 months,
discussed numerous times. If only I could have been included in what
I call the 'Magic Dave Roth Death Friend Age', only I was not. This
too has been the issue of many prior blogs, and neither these two
items need rehashing right now. OH DEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taking
the most wild and crazy events of my more than sixty years as Mark
Wayne Mohr, not that the vast majority of all of it wasn't wild and
crazy by standards and norms of most people; but still, let me go on.
We all have OUR-TIME. I a not speaking of that stupid old folks
meeting group advertised on television. I speak of how so many love
to brag they cheated death when nothing could possibly ever be
farther from truth. No one ever has or ever will accomplish this.
When you die, that was YOUR TIME. You never cheat a thing, and you go
on believing whatever makes you feel cozier when the creeks and bangs
are heard in the darkness of your early morning rooms. I am only
going to tell you all the dam truth, no matter what. Some who know
about my story, or said maybe better, have seen some stuff and know
some of the claims made in these blogs are not fictional or
delusional; believe that death was cheated, and it was not. You can
cheat the tax man and the spouse and a lot of things, and maybe get
caught and punished and maybe luck out and not, but you will not ever
cheat Mister Morty Mortino. That much I do know for sure!
I
will re-tell how to use and apply the GAWNUM on soon to follow
blogs,for those that just may wish to view it. I have accepted the
nutty new behavior of the world, and especially after seeing a
powerful news item, for me anyway, just today, regarding an incident
out in San Francisco. If I could have known this new world had
degenerated into such absurd ignorant bliss and arrogant selfishness,
back in 2010 and 2011, I would have tried to prove my case and my
life, IN A TOTALLY DAM DIFFERENT WAY than I have for the past four
plus years now. I saw stuff go down at the Harvest where I was
employed through the AARP PROGRAM, and a special stipend for senior
citizens that was organized up in DC under my pal President O. You
see, even I am guilty of denial when I see things paraded all about
me to show me the total friggin' error of my ways and thoughts. If
you had told me this to my face back then, I would have taken offense
I'm sure, and been stupid about it. Yes, Uncle Jesse, I would have
done thin gs a bit differently, and I am pretty sure you know what is
being said, and if not you, then the media, WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
But this was only part-1 of a three part combined super revelation
given me by cosmos, on this really way out day, and yes, weird, even
for the Mountainpen, the king of weird! If those buttwipe Bonjovi's
had even taken me aside and told me that I needed to choose another
path to prove my stuff, but no, and it wasn't remuneration-motivated;
and I know that. I won't bad mouth peeps; not when I know something
would be a complete falsehood for me to say it. Still, they knew what
I wanted, and they knew I was wasting my time. Now,
I am going to have to take ''MY PROBLEMS'' Misses Mohr, to even newer
higher levels, to get this exposed by the FAWCES that just
might be able to vindicate my life from eternal hell. You know world,
she may claim not to remember any of this, but that day in that house
on that highway, she told me outright, and then did a Julia Hoffman
Vicki Winters coffin scare hypnosis or RAW on me. I now remember it
word for word. I am not here on this blog to tell the entire
recovered memory of this time in this place; but here is what she
told me. “Mark, I put the thing that takes
everything apart into my dollhouse, when they wouldn't obey me. I am
going to let you remember some of this and some of me in the year of
1997, but first, a year before that, you will encounter a man who I
will marry in the following century”. Want to know what
else? I don't give a rats glass who out here believes this story or
not, because GOD knows my heart is dam pure as
gold!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
Ernie Merker and Shirley Grant, what have you done to me and poor
little yellow sheet of paper? Well, in any case, I trudge on. We all
do, to the beat of our song, all of us, we are all a song that is
playing in an unfathomable cosmic symphony. When the last note is
played, poof, you're gone!
For
inconceivable vigintillions of eons, I remember nothing yet I
remember everything. Everything WAS nothing. Then poof, here I am on
a train and it is February of 1969, and I had a memory behind me. But
it wasn't until the end of the century that this memory began to
expand like the PLANK into the COSMOS. People and even the ESS
itself, are people. Forces much higher are what runs through people.
It is all played out in ways that only someone with an expanded
memory and awareness system would begin to be able to see, and
accept. A few have indeed done just this is some way here or there.
They are all sitting in psych wards right now, where they won't stop
all of this, until they get me too. Gee, do we really need 1972
Babylonian movie theatres or relatives or stupid super sleuths and so
much more, to see all of this? The blind leading the blind, huh
Mister Letts of 1983?
Thank
the high heavens for a major revelation that I'll be getting into
with you all this week, I promise.
To
Russia with love. Gash I'm bigger there than I am here, Uncle Jesus,
and daut!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I
took a nasty late afternoon into early night CHEMTRAIL ATTACK HERE IN
FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, especially off to the west of me. WHAAAA! I
guess this proves they have a little bit of muscle that they can
flex. WO Mister Harner and WOW Joanna-79, not you KEL-74. I am trying
to stay out of places like Rikers, and Misses Meeker my then landlady
had a state trooper for a son, but it gets way better than this. Oh
folks, it gets so dam way better than just that little bit of crap.
When all of this started hitting the dam news in this universe a year
or two back or so, and going on a much bigger roll then even Rod
King; I know the old towel-seepage effect is going on around me, and
I am no fool, or Komocossi Pilot. So fathers out there, are any dudes
good enough for our daughters? WOW, that stare down from the TV
commercial father; even I wouldn't be that cruel to anybody;
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE 4-crissake.
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, (Sarah-Stacey
Jehovah Krassle). Wolf-Wolf-Wolf-WOOOOOOOOOLF!
My
life is not a nightmare. It ended in a space-time-mind period known
as NEVER BEGAN. When I told this is 1996 to my hypnotherapist in
Moorestown, New Jersey, his partner got scared and wanted me gone.
But they had done their damage, and the memories were destined to all
return to me of infinity, in this one current mother fucking cunt
eating life time. But the great Almighty Lab-Tech knew all this in
1984. And some entity knew about my choking disaster back in the
autumn of 1982, and warned me and spoke through me and said, “Wait
till the fourth of June rolls around”. I won't lie and ad lib in,
'So try getting out of this one', but I wish I could make that claim
in all honesty, but it would be a lie. Hay, with or without that,
there is more than enough to keep a hundred James Patterson's in
business for decades. And on top of all of
that, with or without fully integrated school systems when the voice
spoke to me, and said to watch out for next June 4, on my CHOKE DAY,
maybe I had the highest view of them all; Mister Levy, and
Mister Shoemaker. Who can ever know that, Copyright Examiners of
1988, and Twinbay's lovely NYC twin??? I've got your number, lovely
JUPITER. Contact was made by that probe, just
as you already knew all along it would be. WOW!
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Calm
down and COMK ESS-T, I wouldn't work for you mother fuckers, if hell
froze fucking over, YO! Keep your rotten world, your rotten security
jobs, and your rotten stinking mind control, evil Satanic TV
Networking Systems!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You may have stolen my kid, but
you only think you've stolen Almighty GODD-ESS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes Misses Mohr, they are not
one chess move all the time, they create all of the chess moves,
time, and the entire game. Bored to total tears gods. BOY OH BOY.
Doctor OH DOCTOR,
EL-KRAPPY-TAN!
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo. Where
art thou?
Please
make this all stop, ALL HOT HOSE BUCKET PEOPLE EVERYWHERE, and Mizz
Bondi. THANK YOU VERY MUCH IN ADVANCE!
NO
SHIRLEY GRANT; THEY'LL MAKE ME STOP INSTEAD!
YOU
KNEW WHEN TO RUN, HOWARD SOLOMON, WOW!!!!!!!
OH
BEAUTIFUL MOON; IWALU BIG GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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