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MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
Ladies and
gentlemen, it's time to rat-tat, and forget the
darn football, from the old oh-six/oh-seven years, where
things for me were shaping up big time in ways no mortal mind could
ever hope to freaking grasp. B4I get down to cases, I screwed up on
my last blog on the BLOGGER site, so you will see two
CHAPTER 23's on the right side margin. SAHWEE
FOLKS, MY-F-UP!
1802
Robin Hill, was very magical, and I'll bet even Patty H. agreed with
that back in 1980. The trouble is, I was out of contact at that time,
but the reason for that would take five years to scratch any serious
surface about, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes, for
one thing, it was where I resided in a particular matching time year,
1---9---8---0. A half blind brain injured snotty bratty child
however, can plainly see that these two numbers both contain three
similar digits.
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So
let's talk about the three digits here of 1-8-0, since they
appear in both 1980 as well as in 1802.
There was a special day when I lived in the Oaklyn apartment
back between late July of 1969 and up through the end of
February of 1975, when Santa and Patty H. helped my mom and I
move out of there and into 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, in
Lindenwold, New Jersey, USAESMWG. Thanks to the great KING
FAMILY, I cannot post lots of incredible stuff up on the
internet of this modern day era. There is only poor little old
fart sniffer me and my photo that is left.
Oh
well, 'that's
the way it goes',
to quote my old beach bud back in 1969, Mister Ziggy Malyska.
Oh
wow, the entire linking system and old J-Peg system is shot to
hot holy heck, SHERIFF MASCARA sir!
Man
oh man, what a horrible bull**** world I live in Sheriff sir!
Jeepers
creepers and GEE-MEN!!!!!!!!!!
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Oh
dear Lordess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a crock of
crapola this entire universe is, Sheriff
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Moving back to a day
back at my apartment at O-15 Oakland Avenue, Dellway Arms, in Oaklyn,
it was very early in 1974. My father had returned after not seeing
him for nearly a full decade. He had been treasure diving with the
famous Melvin Fisher the treasure hunter, of Florida. These two men
were also close in this diving effort, with another man of the Real 8
Corporation, by the name of Kip Wagner. Aniwho, I was in my bedroom
and inside my head was suddenly an inaudible but totally unmissable
voice. It said Melanie Safka's great 1971 song would be on the radio
at 2:08 just a couple hours in the future. Sure enough at precisely
this time in the afternoon, on it came on, if memory serves me, a
radio station on the lower end of the dial for the Philadelphia area,
called WFIL. This song was titled, “Brand New Key” and I always
liked that song. Still, I never ever forgot the prophetic nature that
was somehow associated with the song, myself, and the artist, Mizz
Melanie Safka. But there is about a trillion other things that are
part of this deal, and time won't permit me to even start discussing
it all right now on this particular blog. Still, the time on that
afternoon, 2:08, contains every single part of my future apartment
number at Robin Hill, nearly six and one half years before I ever
lived there or even knew the place existed. Also, it contains the '8'
and the '0' in 1980 and 1802. Then my Uncle Stuart Huntington Mason
and his wife, my Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason, had a home in the
Philadelphia suburbs in Narberth, Pennsylvania. It was on Greentree
Lane, overlooking many TV and radio antennas, later named the Studio
Park, but after I had seen another such place in a parallel universe
or a (dream) in 1986.And yes folks, the address was 1208 Greentree
Lane. A perfectly matched and merely rearranged number to the
apartment of 1802. But the part of this that I never told on any of
my blogs, not ever, was my mom's mysterious magical coworker, Mizz
Patricia Hollister, who taught me the NEO-HO CHANT as well as
cleverly made sure that the mighty secret 'FASCITAR' was delivered
into my hands, appeared to me in a very wild and powerful vivid
dream, about a month after she and her friend Santa, helped my
mom and I move, from the Oaklyn apartment, to the apartment in
Lindenwold. In this beyond outlandish and unfathomable (parallel
event reality or dream), she was wearing a beautiful bright white
dress with lovely giant polka dots that were jet black. However in
bright red ink, these black circles all contained those three magical
digits of one, eight, and zero. So looking at this dress from a
distance, one would see just a lot of different ones and eights and
zeros. This meant nothing to me, at the time.
Religion is nothing
more than a way for power structures to have TOTAL CONTROL over the
lives of all of the people. All throughout history, these words have
proved out as totally freaking true. They are not true or false
because Mister dirt-bag-Mountainpen has typed them and posted them.
Reality proves or disproves itself. Still, as
Doctor Bruce Goldberg said in his great book from about two decades
ago now, “World War ll made all the newspapers”. Unlike
Studio Park Records, and many other powers and forces, who have made
MARK WAYNE MOHR, vanish and disappear; when
something becomes big enough, no amount of TRUMPISM can create
fakeism. Still, my fiends and friends out here on the
great-net, eventually I will tell a whole lot more about how the
science behinds this really operates and how our P-45 top dog did all
the magical things that he has done! There is absolutely no such
thing as Alzheimer's Disease or any other forms of brain malfunctions
involving memory loss. This is all merely the mortal world
explanation of why memories fade and vanish forever. In truth, powers
that are inconceivable are behind making changes on an invisible and
gradual level, and this is actually causing people to 'not forget'
but actually 'correctly remember' newer remade realities. I know this
sounds so off the wall to you that you refuse to believe it. Joe
Paget made the mistake of allowing me to really show him some proof
to such things, and yes as a result, the poor bastard went nuts as
hell. The RC Church and many other powerful large religious
organizations know fully well that HALLS FAWCES is real and true.
They totally know that Mister Einstein was given knowledge that
proves MORIANITY is 100% real and true, the inversion of the world
famous formula totally proves that life in the physical world is
merely a lesser darker reality than where we all exist in a timeless
interaction. But if the powers who control us on this physical plane
wish to have any real way to control the population, THEY
MUST ALWAYS USE THE FEAR OF HELLFIRE AND DAMNATION! There is
simply no two ways about any of this, or as record promoter Mister
Lenny McKinnon would put it so well back in 1981 on his CB Radio
Channel, to his CB Radio pal, Miss Chillie, “Ain't
no doubt about it”!
So exactly what is
going on with Patty, Melanie, and the great numbers of 180, and
extending them just a bit further and in any boxed-lottery order, and
with or without Sir Gawky Gaukauk, 1-8-0-2, you ask me? Well, let us
keep digging this wild magical tunnel deeper and damn deeper, kind
folks. Does anyone out here know that three of these four digits are
very important to P-45? That was the text to number all throughout
his campaign. Doesn't anyone remember anything anymore? The
reason I am hated by a lot of these 'HALLS
FAWCES' is because they cannot
control my mind the same damn way that they control just about
everybody else's. That totally pisses them off. But if anything was
real simple and explainable in a few short chapters or blogs, that
would be very nice, but it would not be very real. We all know we do
not go to college and get a Masters Degree or a Doctorate Degree, and
do this in a week or two. Not even Mister Einstein. I will tell some
incredibly huge damn secrets very soon since this death siege is not
going to back off, quite obviously, folks. If you remember, around my
dad's damn birthday, it seems to be bad every year. Add one or two
days and subtract one or two days. It is every goddamn year, people!
It never fails!
THAT'S
JUST REALITY, SON!
THAT'S
JUST REALITY, SON!
THAT'S
JUST REALITY, SON!
THAT'S
JUST REALITY, SON!
THAT'S
JUST REALITY, SON!
Yes sir Mister
Dennis Snyder, I suppose that it is. I never ever called you a liar.
You
just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic person from Long
Beach Island, who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister;
and told me. You
know, that SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When
someone tries and tries Sir George, and no one listens, then you know
what? I
ain't gonna cry one darn tear for any of them.
We've all been doomed for a long time, and sooner or later it just
had to work its
way
into my conscious illusion, I suppose.
JULY
12, 2015,
SUNDAY
MORNING AT 10:00,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 83 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
SO FAR-------(H-83/L-70).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 74%, FEELING LIKE 90.
WIND
IS SW AT 6, GUSTING TO 7.
NO
IT'S NOT REALLY PAULA KING DAY OF
THE FIFTEEN YEAR FOLKS, BUT NOTHING EVER
CHANGES FOR ME. YOU ALL KNOW THIS BY NOW, GREAT PEEPS!
SEPTEMBER
12, 2018,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 4:35,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 75 DEGREES.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 100%, FEELING LIKE 80.
WIND
IS 0, GUSTING TO 0.
HIGH
TODAY-76.
LOW
TODAY-74.
TOTAL
RAINFAL-0.
LIKE
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, JOANNA!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
All
I want is peace, and to be left alone by these monsters and witches
up there in Atlantic City, New Jersey, U. S. A!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The hell
with Santa Claus, my two front teeth, or the great know-it-all, Mizz
Halloween-Hollister!!!
Let's
both be real bad people, huh Merr?
MARK
WAYNE MOHR, MOUNTAINPEN,
(THE BOM)
BLOGS----OF----MOUNTAINPEN
SEPTEMBER
12, 2018,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING, AT 4:44,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 75 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 100%, AND THE
HEAT
INDEX IS 80 DEGREES.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
ENDocrinologists
AND END TRANSMISSION.
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