SEPTEMBER
17, 2018,
MONDAY
MORNING, AT 1:46,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 78 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 96%, AND THE
HEAT
INDEX IS 85 DEGREES.
WIND
IS STILL 0, & RAINFALL IS STILL 0.
MARK
WAYNE MOHR, MOUNTAINPEN,
(THE BOM)
BLOGS----OF----MOUNTAINPEN
BLOG
28 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN
SUB-TITLE:
“GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS” CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN
MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
For
a couple of days, I was in some pain with my right foot. I tried
switching chairs at my computer work station, and it caused me to
keep raising my foot. I woke up all through the night with sharp
shooting pains it the dam foot, and slowly it lessened, and most of
the past twenty-four hours, it is gone all together. That was a major
pain in the ***-foot, if I do say so myself, kind people! On top of
that, it has been low nineties in temperature with blazing high
humidity, and this is supposed to keep right on going for most of the
month, with a feels like temp in the
range of a buck and a damn nickle.
Let
me tell you another thing that has me about as urinated off as a
tongue in an operating toaster oven! Many of the products that I
enjoy eating, are being removed from store shelves, one right after
another, Federal Trade Commission! To list the few that have me about
as hopping frosted mad as a testicle decapitation victim, are as
follows, in case any government agency is at all interested, as is
listening in, well, I know you are here, no
doubt about Miss Chillie and all of her ham-radio operator
friends from the early nineteen-eighties, YO!
1)
Swanson Chicken Ala king-------------------2) Seabrook frozen
Creamed Spinach--------- 3) Canada Dry Bitter Lemon
Soda-------------- 4) Snow Caps Candies---------------------------
And
there are other goddamn things too!!!!
Yes
sir/mahm great peeps, every time it gets to be my father's freaking
birthday, POW, BANG, ZAM, ADAM BATMAN WEST!!! I GET CLOCKED with
persecution and death siege, oh great FEDERAL BUREAU OF
INVESTIGATION, YO YO YO YO BRAH!!!
I
plan to leave COMCAST just as soon as my two year contract with them
is up. They took away my “STUDDER-TONE VOICE-MAIL FEATURE”, and
insist it is my fault and that the problem is on my end, when clearly
IT IS NOT, FEDERAL TRADE COMMISSION!!!!!!!!!!
Now
a little bit more on 'dreaming', verses having dreams, as well as
where exactly all of these interactions are truly taking place.
Dream-downs off of the Purgatory or what MORIANITY calls the
Plankatory, all begin in those extra-weird (non-local) parts of the
hyperspace. Hyperspace is a fifth dimensional fabric that contains
the multiverse or metaverse or whatever name that the scientists call
the containment of all of the parallel-universes, where ours is
merely one of a virtually limitless group of them. This is always
where the majority of the extremely scarey
and disjointed things appear to be what our lives are
really all about. Now as the distant parallels of reality eventually
begin filling up, the closer-in local-parallels of the (HS)
hyperspace, such as our 'WAKING WORLD REALITY' begin to gradually
wiggle through the hyper-reality. Still, the powers that exist in the
disjointed and distant hyperspace (HS), make their presence known in
these local waking worlds. Now humankind and all of their religions
and systems of religion greatly desire for all of this to make some
sort of perfect rational sense. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT, the reality of it
all, with or without coworker and ex-pal, Mister Dennis Snyder, is
that NOTHING MAKES SENSE, NOR DOES IT HAVE TO MAKE SENSE, and NOTHING
is trying to help us (human-kind), or hurt us either, for that
matter. The simple yet unfathomably powerful truth here is that the
NUCLATRON (GOD) (SSJKK), spit us all out, in a developmental
timed-program, and IT could care totally damn less about any of us.
The truth here would make everyone wish to go into a private room and
cry like little freaking babies for ten straight hours, but I'll say
it aniwho. Imagine an almighty teenaged girl who lives quadrillions
of years all on her sixteenth birthday, and on one of these many
countless days, she decides to build a toy called us, and she falls
in love with us and it really does matter to her, but alas, she gets
totally bored and sick to tears with the entire matter long before
ten of her minutes ever passes her by. When I have been with her, she
loves to fly kites, play with large chains, and tease the hell out of
me. She loves parties, naming things, counting things, and creating
things. To attempt to describe SARAH-STACEY
JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE beyond this, would be a total
waste of my time and effort and energy, and yours as well, kind
folks! The powers and FAWCES that influenced
the great SYFY RODDENBERRY TEAM, to create that awesome
television show called, “STAR TREK”,
seemed to be well informed of this being, as She
surrounds our Milky Way Galaxy (MWG) with her negative polarized
great pink energy, hence my description of HER ever since
seeing this for the first time on a color television set, back around
2012 or thereabouts somewhere, “PINK
GODDESS”!!! Only a few top open minded people who are
skilled in science with PhD's in Astrophysics and other similar
scientific disciplines, believe totally and one hundred percent, the
words spoken here in my MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes people, I know
for a total fact, that in HER GREAT CITY
of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, which is
Astral Plane lingo for the 'CITY OF THE GREAT SARAH KRASSLE', SHE
loves to play games and she absolutely loves to fly a very special
kite that I gave HER for HER 16th birthday. Every
nano-second forever and ever is of course, HER 16TH BIRTHDAY. That's
just the way things work in the great Plankatory!!!
Let
us now take a look at the HUNTINGTON CURSE and how this mighty
and outlandish family, connects into all of this stuff; my kind
people. I discussed in my dozen and a half plus year blogging
project, AKA MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3,
a term and label called by me, the founder and creator of Morianity,
the PITSY. This stands for
Port-In-The-Storm-Years. It is all about
the lifetime that Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr is currently existing
in physically, here in waking life, in this particular universe of
5th dimensional hyperspace, or 11th dimensional
bi-polarity super-string fabric; and the few tiny years out of so
many years of total unbelievable misery, where a small break from all
of the hell, seems to somehow manage to surface. 1954 was the year of
my birth in this current lifetime. The three 'PITSY
YEARS' as of 1995, appeared to be, 1969, 1980, and 1994. I
had thought in 1995 to have worked out a pretty damn cool
mathematical formula for why this was indeed happening to me. It then
predicted that in the year of 2011, my next Port-In-The-Storm-Year
would come. In a way it did come, and just much smaller than in those
three prior ones. I will not totally count it out, because I honestly
thought that just maybe, some very powerful information that
Lightning Goddess Diana had told me back in the early nineties, was
going to be more than what it was. She told me that some beyond
incredible and beyond bizarre event would occur, but that it would
not really alter my personal life in ways that could be measured by
normal ordinary mortal humankind. She, unfortunately was totally,
absolutely, 100% was correct. I speak of learning that I had a 38
year old daughter, in the year 2008. Let's not get any further into
that horrendous nightmare for now, or I might drown in dishwasher
liquid twice over, while chanting those magical words of
'Neo-ho-rengay-key-oh'! But moving on and getting back to cases here,
kind people: It was 1994. B4I go on, Mortimer Mortino the death angel
is passing by my left side at six minutes shy of three in the Ante'
Meridian. He is extremely mother puking annoying! Yes,
so it was 1994, as I was saying. I was
living at the Highview GWPOS Apartments, in Williamstown, New Jersey,
USAESMWG, and had moved in the first week in April, staying
there until the final week in August of 1996. I was in the tedious
process of reestablishing my credit, and was doing a very good job. I
had amassed an unfathomable huge available personal credit line by
middle 1995 of well over a hundred freaking grand! I was driving a
brand new Saturn Automobile that I purchased on the Moon-Landing day,
July 20, 1994, LSD-YEAR after the actual one small step for man and
one giant leap for mankind; oh lovely Serena Sutherland of L&O!
No giant slices for me, NOT YET, gorgeous! Yes so here I am with a
brand new life, new residence, new car, brand new great personal
credit, you name it. This indeed was a great PITSY, as was 1980
before that, and 1969 before that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SOOOOOOOOOOO,
Mister Arthur Crane, from 1991, kind sir and pal, and SURVIVAL OF
PAULA KING'S ATTEMPTED CAR HOMICIDE ON US; now that the great
HUNTINGTON CURSE was again in danger of being messed with by any
potential success or happiness for me whatsoever, HALLS FAWCES had to
go immediately to work in hyper-drive hypertime
overtime!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There had to be a MASTER PLAN so that they
could wipe out and totally annihilate any chance for my happiness and
success and the end of the HUNTINGTON CURESE. To
quote the great DISCO-DIVA DONNA SUMMER, my LAST
CHANCE and my last dance, HAD TO
BE TERMINATED WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE! There was no Miss
Chillie here, and there ain't no doubt about any
of this stuff, Mister Pig Crap Bob Gagnus of Philly! HALLS
FAWCES were just waiting in the wings, just as they were when I left
the Cooley High Hell Hall of Haddonfield, New
Jersey, USAESMWG, at the end of January in the year of 1973.
LIKE FREAKING WOW JOANNA. Jeepers Creepers and gee willagars. They
just had to wipe my life out not once, but twice. The final chance
for me to have any tiny bit of happiness and success on this goddamn
planet, POOF, gone. The first time was just all sorts of zillions of
evil monstrous things that they did to me and they were on me like
black flies on a damn July's garbage truck! But this time, my second
and final opportunity, oh no, they had to have a really fantastic
master plan to do me freaking in, and what was it? What else? It was
SARAH! A part of my life that I had reassigned to my juvenile days,
and had totally forgotten. But no, these FAWCES had to create dreams
and nightmares and flashback memories, and then the entire **** in
Atlantic City! Hey I'll give them an 'A' for
brilliant ******* genius, kind peps and peeps, and wonderful
folks out there, from lovely Mother Russia to
all points around the damn loving galaxy!
Yes,
in one super fantastic quintessential fell swoop, KAPLOW,
bye-bye to any chance for any happiness or any peace of mind for the
MOUNTAINPEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!
You
really have to see these HALLS FAWCES as absolutely brilliant and
ingenious, you really mother ******* do. Only looking back at it all
can I truly see how awesome and twisted and sick beyond a billion
trillion vigintillion piles of dead puke and dog diareah! Oh yes
sir/mahm, Sarah, Paula, Patty-Stacey-Melanie,
WHATEVER, Congressman Andrews, just like you always said to me
back in the summer time in the year of 1975, old pal. WEEEEEEEEEEE!
All of this led me straight from what should have been a blazing
successful future for me, right smack dab into a $340,000.00
personal bankruptcy! Real clever and smart, this entire mother
******* SARAH matter!!!!
WOW-AS
ALWAYS, WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE!
Yes
people, MISSION ACCOMPLISHED, 100% totally and completely. I just
hope these mother ******* bastards feel like total super heroes! Boy
oh boy oh boy, aren't they wonderful, destroying a poor underclass
underprivileged poverty stricken special education student. Must make
somebody and somebody's mom real proud. Oh yes folks, I wonder how
Haddonwood's 'Trump-boy' is doing these days, and his lovely mom?
Oh
the dangers of so many things, from powerful ocean storms to greedy
fishermen on Stone Harbor, New Jersey jetties! In any event, danger
exists in so many things, and “many people go
through their lives with blinders on, or at least with rose colored
glasses”, to quote my great and later father, Mister Wayne Landis
Mohr, 5th
grandson of world famous Father-Mohr, of 'Silent Night'! But
getting back to dangers in 'general', and no 'breakdowns', from the
days of magical throat specialists and magical medications, that
pill-mill, and State-AG Pam Bondi,
hates so much. If karma is real
and I doubt that it is at least not in the way that the psychics
believe that it is, but IF, one
day, she or someone that she loves, will suffer
with some similar horrendous nightmare, and some vicious prick will
come along to make her life a living goddamn hell, just as she made
mine, sheriff Mascara, sir, and last time I checked, this is America,
and I'm mother ******* permitted to speak my mind and tell the
truth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But back now on pernt, Mister
Archibald Queens Bunker sir, THE DANGE OF
NUKES giving eventual programmed birth to the element of
carbon, and then to sentient life beings that exist physically; is
that WATER ALWAYS SEEKS ITS OWN LEVEL,
to quote another late and great person and an old pal of mine, Mister
David Charles Roth. Let me explain just what I mean here kind folks!
Once here as sentient carbon based beings (the human race), we
eventually begin to develop and interact with the invisible world of
'electronics'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't underplay these words my
brothers and sisters, or you'll prove to be the biggest fools in the
metaverse, I promise you. Now this will then go on to become the slow
and tedious process of “THEM” operating and existing THROUGH US
as the controllers and of a remote-control physical army of drones.
THAT WAS THE FORBIDDEN AND INCREDIBLE KNOWLEDGE that was imparted
more than half a dozen centuries ago, to the great world famous
philosopher, Mister William Shakespeare, with his well known
statement that ONLY HE truly knew the absolute power behind it, “All
the world is a stage, and all the people are only the actors in the
play”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Laugh until you turn shades of greenish
freaking purple for all I care. I am telling you a powerful reality
and truth, lads and lassies, YO YO YO YO YO YO! You see kind folks, I
personally came to fully understand all of this, as a result of my
unfathomable interactions IN THE WORLDS OF
ELECTRONICS, ever since my goddamn early boyhood. SSJKK
knows I am telling only the mother ******* truths here,
folks!
I
have been either blessed or curses, with the very unique viewpoint
and horizon, depending on who may be viewing these writings and these
truths that are being told to this world on this blog called
MORIANITY, of watching humanity innocently falling quite rapidly into
the great cosmic bear trap. Only here, the bear is not some wild and
vicious powerful animal, but rather combinations of infinitesimally
tiny subatomic particles, and stringed-together dots of energy, that
are the forces behind them. These entities exist in all five
dimensions of a fabric of a sort, as one reality, so both time as
well as parallel reality is quite meaningless to these entities or
HALLS-FAWCES, that lay well hidden behind the OZ-CURTAINS. Now just
as all of reality itself, is literally moved and carried along, at
approximately six-hundred-seventy million miles per hour out away
from itself in every possible direction, continuously and virtually
forever; by one electron literally speaking to another electron,
which creates what is called a photon; literally describing in every
possible complex detail, describing it much as an artist describes
his or her work and then makes it appear on a sound recording or a
picture, or some similar medium; reality now moves along by becoming
a photon wave, not all that different that a photocopy machine makes
a copy of a sheet of paper and what is printed onto it. So also, on a
scale so tiny that no one could ever imagine it, these tiny signal
dots as I call them, ALSO PLAY A COSMIC MUSICAL SONG. This of course
is the general and basic idea and principle of PARTICLE STRING
THEORY! What only a handful of people seem to grasp in my time period
here on this little blue marble called the Earth Planet, is that one
very large fabric surrounds a singularity. Then space, time, and a
multiplex of realities or universes that contain space and time, or
as we now call it Space-Time, and Morianity has labeled it even truer
as SPACE-TIME-MIND, is ejected on opposite sides of this great hole,
but both of them are on their own separate fabrics, as they need to
be since they run out on opposite polarities. The five dimensions are
L, W, D, T, and H. They are on opposite sides and they contain
opposite magnetic polarities. So this is why there are really eleven
dimensions in the String System, the one fabric that both of these
five-dimensional fabrics are situated on, so that is two fives or
5X2=10, and then the great fabric containing both, only on opposite
sides so they never touch. So 10+1=11, and is why there are eleven
dimensions. But Lawtronics will eventually force both of these
expanding fabrics to begin to fall and drop down towards each other
eventually. When this happens and they meet, this will cause the BIG
BANG. So why then did the BIG BANG all ready happen. Because you are
mortal, thinking like a human being, and insist on seeing linear time
in what is called your conscious mind awareness!
Now
I eluded to having a lot more information on some of the humans that
are merely the actors and actresses in this cosmic Shakespearean
play. I also said that without people in my corner who will trade
protecting me from them and their evil, even though they really do
not understand themselves why they endlessly perpetrate these evils
upon me, I in return will tell things so powerful and beyond
incredible, and prove it, that you won't know what the hell to do
with it, to quote another non-pal person from the spring time of the
year 1971, Mister John Gillerlain, and also from the mighty and wild
Cooley Hall High Hell. But until somebody wishes to make this trade
with me, my knowledge will remain forever buried with me.
WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
This
is the absolute worst summer that I have ever experienced in my
entire life. Since late June right through nearly the end of this
season now, it has been pure pure pure gega-HELL!!!
I
had so many **** ups that I could not get over to the SHERIFF'S
OFFICE so far this week, but definitely hope to later on
this Friday and final week and work day!
Since
my enemies are causing me so much unfathomable **** huffing pain and
agony, let's discuss them. As soon as I
typed that last sentence, and of course, like duh, my mouse is
getting the hackasaw Stacey treatment, from the world of the 'early
eighties' Jack-Attacks! Gee
willagars and **** soup, I'm like totally
shocked, as the kids might put it! WOW Joanna! And before we
do this, sweet peeps out here; I will go over the events of the past
four days of unadulterated ******* hell, September 10th,
11th, 12th, and 13th. Fire alarms
are too many to count or keep track of. Utility harassment is off the
dial, mostly with the Comcast telephone, but with other things too. I
put up with a major hassle when merely trying to reorder or refill my
anti-anxiety prescription, and this is
all a result of the scum bag narc-squad and
their THREE-STOOGES TEAM,
we all know and hate, at least on the “D” side of the aisle up
there at Crapitol Hell, and that is Florida AG Pam Bondi Scumsleaze,
Governor Prick Snott, and President D. J. Rump!
Not
only did they totally **** up my telephone, but Mister Mike
Patterson's telephone as well. Both our systems went down, and just
at a critical time when we had some urgent business to discuss.
AMERICA STILL, AS I HAVE SAID FOR A DOZEN YEARS
NOW, IS THE EVIL EMPIRE. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT folks, what
is America? If you think I mean the
America that used to exist back when I was in school, then you don't
mother ******* know or understand the MOUNTAINPEN
one little bit. Morty Mortino the death
angel is passing by my right side, and has been annoying the
pig **** out of me for so long now that I have lost count. For
reasons I do not understand, he seems unable or unwilling to tap me
on my shoulder, left or right side, and just continues to endlessly
scan my position, day and night, year after year, and eternity after
mother ******* eternity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now
speaking of eternity, let's talk about HALLS damn FAWCES. Gene
Roddenberry, who created the great TV-SHOW
STAR TREK, and other great syfy writers such as those
behind other greats such as STAR WARS,
all tend to know
some things that Morianity knows
they could not know,
unless they have been indirectly
communicated with or what AAT
peeps call (Alien-Contacted); and it's really just a matter of
differing word choices. Still, even though it was Star Wars that
Mister Hall was obviously referring to, when he spoke those words up
there in Camden back around 1990 somewhere, “You
must be in with the FAWCES”, all the great shows if you
really are a fan, and if you have good retention, you know that they
all seem to believe in these “HALLS-FAWCES”,
and only one show gave it the name of “The Force”, but what is in
a name, Rose Shakespeare?
What
are HALLS FAWCES? In fact, 'let's get serious' here, Mister
Jacksonlate, and move ahead thirty-five years into 2018. The forces
or this force that is behind everything, or as stated in my 1996 song
lyric, “Same force behind it all, SHE
lives on Tennessee Street”. Well
Paula King does more than live on Tennessee Street, she works
right there, has a parking lot on
the street, and a radio station called WAYV.
I had no idea about any of that however, when I wrote those song
lyrics back in late 1996; oh great and powerful United States Library
of Congress Copyright © Office! Yes people,
all joking aside, just what is REALLY happening here? Is
there really a force or a power that exists, and to our human minds,
we call that in our total ignorance, a 'singularity'? Is zero
dimension really some all knowing and all powerful reality that none
of us can ever hope to understand one tiny bit, now or ever? YES.
Want a simple answer, you'll get one, lads and lassies. YES,
I'll even repeat myself! There is absolutely no way that you or I (WE
OF THE HUMAN KIND RACE ON THE WAKING WORLD PHYSICAL PLANE) can ever
know or understand 0-D (Zero-Dimension) or as the Cern-Collider folks
call it, the SINGULARITY! BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT folks, the
few people who HAVE INTERACTED
in one way or another, with THIS GREAT FORCE; GALACTIC BARRIER, PINK
GODDESS, call it ECK, GREAT SPIRIT, GOD,
JEHOVAH, CHRIST, SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, or any other name you
may ever wish to use; we should be listened to, and not ignored. Not
the way that I have been anyway, by those Earthly powers and forces
who manipulate and control this damn world. So why do Earthly powers
keep me down and out and expend virtually unlimited time, attention,
and energy, even right down to the expense of being with their own
loving families? Simple answer here folks. They
know who I am, 'THE CHOSEN TO SUFFER HUNTINGTON', passed down in this
family line now for 2200 mother ******* years. Still, we are
not exploring the Earthly powers on this writing today, but 'the
FORCES', to almost quote the great Mister Hall. In zero
dimension, not even the Plankatory exists. Nothing exists,
'nonexistence exists', the great
oxymoron or maybe even the damn quintessential oxymoron. But it is
not an oxymoron. Nonexistence is a reality that finite freaking minds
such as all of us, and that is without exception, are unable to grasp
this powerful concept or maybe said a bit better, this NEW-TRUTH.
When zero dimension is acted on by the force of nonexistence, it
creates Plank-time, or the plankatory as Morianity has coined the
term. When the entities that eventually exist are there, they have
always been there and will always be there, because that is the way
things work in non-time dimensional existence. Looking at the
universe around us, we cannot see truth, only zillions of extremely
powerful illusions. When the entities of the plankatory dream out and
away from their existence there, when exhausted by virtually
infinite interactions, this becomes the nuclear universe we now are
living in physically. But things did not come out in one place. They
broke out in two separate fabrics around the great hole. One of them
contains one charge of mass polarity while the other contains an
opposite charge. Simply put, one in relation to the other one, has
electrons that are positively charged and protons that are negatively
charged. Thea fabric is like huge rolls of multidimensional carpets
that cannot ever come together because the time or separation that
continues to move, is moving in opposite directions. Someday perhaps
trillions or quadrillions of years from now, these fabrics will begin
to fall downward and even eventually slam into each other. This is
where it all began, then, not with another big bang, but the original
one. There are no multiple points of singularity which is why even
the dummy scientists know that a controlled worm hole would literally
erase out the distance or the space between them. Even the smartest
guys on TV today, still see the whole damn thing as mortals always
do, in a linear reality. The universe will end someday. Believe that
illusion and you are king of the buttwipes club! We exist. Time is
pure illusion. I did not say this makes sense here, while alive on
this Earth, and inside of our physical bodies. The
only way existors such as us can ever stop existing would be to trade
places with non-existors. They would love to trade places
with us, the grass is always greener on the
other side of Ziggy's Pier. Anyone remember that from earlier
blogging texts? But how can existors ever make that magical deal with
them? No one in infinity has ever found a way
to communicate with the non-existors. We only know that there
are an infinite amount of non-existers inside of a finite amount of
'whatever', say space if it makes more sense to your mind, even
though in ZD, there is no space, or time. ZD = EWI. (zero dimension
is existence without interaction). Plank-time or plankatory, is
interaction without time. Once in the state just beyond the ZD, every
'thought' is one and the same with a created reality. Time and space
gets created as a result of the interaction. On the mortal plane of
human existence, we need to first have the time and the space in
order to have the interaction take place. Then
there is what is called PHASE-4.
This is a team of wild entities on the ASTRAL-PLANE or the
plankatory, who intentionally try to dream into the human realms in
ways that give them too much power or too much edge and advantage
over the rest of us, in a very unfair way. The
FAWCES however have built something
into the system that is part of their LAWTRONICS as Morianity
has termed and labeled this. When they make that cosmically illegal
attempt, in just about all of the instances where this occurs,
instead of dreaming into a newly born piece of otherwise dead clay,
they only make it so far in here, as the
imaginings and fantasies of some of us already living people.
This is where we get all of our great superheroes like Superman and
Spiderman, as well as all of our wild tales. Not one single solitary
thing can ever be made up. Not a song, not a play, not anything. It
is all PHASE-4 entities or (P4E) who try and cheat, and end up in
that state here, in ALMOST ALL CASES. But
once in a blue moon, we get someone who slips through the
cracks, such as Donald John
Trump! And yes, THERE ARE SOME
OTHERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And as long as society and
forces who govern us all, in this world, chose to disbelieve me and
ignore me, we are going to be in more and more
extremely grave danger, as a society, as we continue leaping
into the age of super high technological advancement, that will
accelerate these evils to a point where things will be forever beyond
the point of no goddamn return. This I promise all of you!!!
Yes
people, the Nuclatron indeed created all of this, or said biblically,
“God created the heavens and the Earth”. The majority of people
will never need to see the truths of Morianity. It is here because of
who I am, what I have been forced to endure and live through, and
because for reasons inconceivable to me, I really do still care about
this world after all I've been put mother ******* through. I know
that if the real brainiac folks ever read my ****, they will
eventually make contact with me, and we can fight these evil powers
that are all around me and doing all of this to me.
Will
I ever tell a lot more about Patty-Paula you may be asking me, from
Russia all the way to the great down-under lands? Sure I will, but I
am going to need protection from this powerful and perhaps virtually
all mighty being before I do so. In case you need reminding folks,
she ain't no ordinary person. Where in the name of Goddess are you
when I need you, Sheriff Mascara sir? I know you don't want my skull
turning up in a shallow grave like those others you saw the other
day. If you don't think these Atlantic City
witches can do it, then you are underestimating them big big time,
kind sir!
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''GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS'' CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN
MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
MOUNTAINPEN
SAYS, AND I QUOTE,
“****
you to the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE”. SHERIFF KEN MASCARA OF
SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, U. S. A. , SIR; I
AM UNDER A MAJOR HEAVY DEATH SIEGE TODAY, AND THIS IS A DYING
MANS UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION, AS WELL AS AN OFFICIAL
LEGAL DOCUMENT, AS I UNDERSTAND THE LAW, AND AS I AM IN
FEAR OF MY LIFE FROM THE ENEMIES WHO THESE BLOGS HAVE DISCUSSED AND
NAMED FOR THE PAST TWELVE AND A HALF PLUS YEARS, KIND
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
great National Aeronautics and Space Administration just
set off another rocket, without any help from “Little
R-Man” Kimmy. I knew as soon as this mother
******* NASA BULL**** struck me early this **** huffing
moUUUUUUUUUrning, things were going to be real bad. There is noise in
my area, and the skies are alive with stalking private covert black
file agency planes as well as CHEMTRAILS all over my area here in
lovely hot hellish Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG!
My
nabes are banging on top of the outside music attack earlier, and as
stated, the skies are major serious! Watch out, there will be some
huge weather disasters and major aerial crashes as the next days and
weeks follow if this mother ******* death siege doesn't back the
Dogtown off of me, YO!
The
mouse and my computer as well, is also under a major mother *******
STACEY LATTISAW JACK HACK ATTACK, without any tapes turned or makes
moved, whatever all that was about, lovely Stace!
YUK-YUK-YUK,
WHAT A SUCKER!
YUK-YUK-YUK,
WHAT A SUCKER!
YUK-YUK-YUK,
WHAT A SUCKER!
YUK-YUK-YUK,
WHAT A SUCKER!
YUK-YUK-YUK,
WHAT A SUCKER!
YUK-YUK-YUK,
WHAT A SUCKER!
YUK-YUK-YUK,
WHAT A SUCKER!
The
ongoing reason for my hellish trip through
waking world hyperspace in the human parts of the
metaverse/multiverse, is simple enough, once some of the basics are
understood just a wee damn bit, kind peeps! Yes I
indeed have said that someone in this present time Huntington family
must suffer the tradeoff of Sarah Krassle's 'video-game' where
a substitution is offered those who are in rebellion with their
Almighty GODDESS SSJKK, and built into
this super cool game is the only way to not rack up more
ASTRAL-INTERACTIONS in a region
in PLANK, that Morianity refers to as “DOGTOWN”,
and you might translate for yourselves as my readers as “HELL”!
Many 'Christians' who are clueless to super hushed up powerful
truths, will holler out real quickly that my teachings are SATANIC
and EVIL, as they do not agree 100% perfectly with (ONLY JESUS) being
able to make that tradeoff with those willing participants of
humanity who use their free will, and decide to become
(SAVED)/(BORN-AGAIN)/(WHATEVER)! Only it is the
ignorance of humankind making this illusion appear to them in this
manner. Those who understand code-DNA, such as Professor Kaku
of NYU, and David Childress of the AAT Society; see that I tell no
lie. But without getting too far off the point that I'm trying to
make on this blog, let me get back down to freaking cases here, my
kind folks.
Yes,
I am suffering as the present day, and time, and age,
'CHOSEN-HUNTINGTON', and this will never ever be anything other than
completely true, and completely hellish and nightmarish, but still;
in order to have this horrific **** bestowed on me; a
real-world group of situations are necessary in order to bring my
suffering about. Nothing ever just freaking happens just out
of the blue for no reason, or only perhaps for
'no apparently humanly distinguishable reasons'. I SPEAK OF,
OH YES, HERE WE GO AGAIN; ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY,
(PARALLEL EVENT), and how the
gods brought this information to me at a bathtub in my apartment one
day, early in 1986, at the Highview Apartment Complex of
Williamstown, GWPOS, New Jersey, U. S. A.
Every
single time, since my nightmares all started going from frying
pan intensity, directly into FIRE-INTENSITY,
on August 15, 1986, it was all a result of ICPE-APE-TECH, something
not from this world, Mister David Childress, and Professor Michio
Kaku of NYU. It seems that no one is permitted to use special
information from beyond, to try and rearrange their personal life or
improve it, or interfere in any way with this information, with the
society that the great Nuclatron (Sarah Jehovah
Krassle), has spit out from what the Cern-Collider peeps call,
the (Plank-Time)! I dared to use this PARALLEL-EVENT system in the
Earthly casino game known by most all folks, as Roulette. Playing
outside bets, there are three parameters of the 36 non vig-house
numbers of 0 and 00. All 36 of those numbers are either red or black,
either odd or even, and either low or high. Without boring anyone to
total freaking tears and going into pages of boring text on how to
work the system, the powers to be from
Earthly casino owners all the way to the
not so Earthly higher FAWCES, knew before too much time
had elapsed, since I began using this in the Atlantic City Casinos,
that I was disrupting the Huntington Curse,
and that as I, as the CHOSEN HUNTINGTON,
was not permitted to break out and away
from the great SALVATION TRADEOFF CURSE of this mind bending
incredible, and totally unfathomable, family lineage; YO BRO!!!!
One
day while playing a roulette game at Donald John Trump's Castle
Casino, now called the Trump Marina, in Atlantic City, New Jersey,
USA, EARTH, SOL, MWG; I was stopped by the security peeps at the
Casino Control Commission Booth, nearby the table where I had been
playing; and the folks there politely requested that I tell them just
exactly what I was doing with all of my little stick figures, and
notepad pages. Like a total innocent idiot of
just barely thirtiesh in age, thinking the world was a relatively OK
place, and that everything was all sugar and spice, and
peaches and cream, and 'jelly and jam'
which is a more 'Astral Plane' accepted
expression for describing it, especially in the Capitol City
of the Capitol Province of Olympia, called, “SAHASRA
DAL KANWAL”, I explained to those who were inquiring,
just precisely and exactly I was doing, comparing all twelve
bi-parameters of all spins against the remaining parameter on the
following spin. This way, there is a constantly running twelve
possible outside stick figure betting possibilities that have a
chance to line up with a strong parallel event where lots of stick
figures are on one side and very few are on the other side. Put
simply, waiting for one of the strong parallel event betting
situations and betting with the strong parallel with all of the stick
figures, using high value money chips placed on their gaming layout
cloths, I was raking in the money like a
damn king, just not you Paula!LSS
folks (Long-Story-Short), there is more to this that makes the odds
shift from a negative advantage when using this, all the way to about
a 2% positive advantage in endlessly running play-time, but no need
to even get into all of that. Once I gave my brief whittle synopsis
to those CCC folks at the casino gaming booth, ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE,
because the great math whizzes knew this really works and really can
indeed defeat not only roulette but anything it is applied against.
Hacking of course, FBI, Mister FCC former Chairman/Director McDowell,
and ACLU, etcetera, is really really picking up, and gee folks, I
WONDER FREAKING WHY? Now this is not a blog about how to beat gaming
systems, but rather to discuss however, since that very day in middle
1986 at Trump's dirt bag casino in ACNJUSAESMWG; THESE HALLS FAWCES
CONTROLED HUMANS, and most likely many if not most or even allofem,
as a part of the great frightening travelers
club that MORIANITY calls
the (EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY),
declared total mother ******* war on poor
pathetic helpless little MARK WAYNE
MOUNTAINPEN MOHR, and things
have been like this now for over 32 **** lapping dirt bag years!!!
Yes
there is a powerful reality that certain PLACES, and TIMES, have some
bizarre significance to these WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES that were described
to me along with his accent, by Mister Hall, the Security Officer and
my coworker, at a licorice plant on Jefferson Street, up in Camden,
New Jersey, USAESMWG. This was around late 1989 somewhere or maybe
early in 1990. I also worked with this cool dude back in 1980 and
1981 at the same place, and while my full time employment was just a
mile or so away from there, at the RPL Sound Recording Studios of
1558 Pierce Avenue and 1100 State Street. This dude was telling
another coworker of both his and mine, whose name now eludes me,
since I never really had any significant dealings nor conversations
with this other fellow, but after this other fellow mentioned some
real weird thing that had just happened to him, Mister Hall's reply
back to him was, and I'll never forget it if I live to be 673 years
old, and that was, “You must be in with the FAWCES”. Of course he
said or meant to say the forces, but as I stated, he had that strong
AA-accent, and that is most likely what made this stand out for me
more than anything else, YO! It's just that audio-engineer part of me
I suppose! Still folks, I feel the need to occasionally keep
reminding my BLOGAUD (Blogging-Audience) just what this
(HALLS-FAWCES) deal is really all about. I know that there are more
things in all of your lives than just sitting around reading the
MOUNTAINPEN!
About Me
MARK
WAYNE MOHR, (MOUNTAINPEN)
- theansweristheqyuestion
- Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness.
(GRANDSON
OF GRACE ISABELE HUNTINGTON)
THE
GREAT MIGHTY HUNTINGTON family.
WOW Joanna, where will it ever 'endocrinologists', or END
for that matter!
PROBABLY
THE GREATEST UNKNOWN OF ALL!!!!
Boy
oh boy oh boy oh boy, Jimmy Stuart and Uncle Billy Hypertron of the
(Never Born Club) of all great hypnotherapists of the Moorestown, New
Jersey, U. S. A. area. When those guys had me under the 'whatever',
and ran a tape of the session, I heard myself after the therapist
asked me when I was born, and my words were, “I was never born”.
They did not want to do any further treatments after that doozie,
Captain Callio Dodge Drunkmirrors!
Oh well folks, I
wouldn't want to bother my wonderful County Sheriff while he is busy
examining human skulls in my local neck of Al Roker's woods! Maybe
later if and when he is a bit less busy, YO!
THE
ILLEGAL GUEST ACROSS FROM ME IS SLAM
SLAM SLAMMING AWAY
TODAY, AND ANNOYING THE MOTHER ******* **** OUT OF ME, SIR SHERIFF.
My upstairs scumbag nabes were major noisy early in the day moving
furniture around as the do so damn often, making more noise than a
mother ******* World
War ll BATTLEFIELD,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
feel sorry for myself but even sorrier for others out there who have
been driven mad and crazy throughout the past three mellenia by these
HALLS-FAWCES, and never knowing what REALLY was happening to them.
Here is one example that has made a lot of people literally 'lose
it', because they begin to think it is them and not seeing that this
is all being done to them. When I was on a HOLD while waiting to
discuss a personal matter with a pharmacist earlier today, I did the
'old experiment'. If I mumble or speak aloud, anything, and
especially anything controversial or OBJECTIONAL to these
HALLS-FAWCES, they either somehow magically and quite
Hollister-mysteriously manage to transfer me into a
never-ending-hold, or disconnect me all together. Wanna' hear what I
mumbled? I said that I wish the feature that they used to use where
those holding and waiting would have a count-down on how many calls
were ahead of you. In other words, while the music loop is playing,
it would break in and say, “You have three callers ahead of you”,
then as you continued to hold, it would count down to two callers and
one caller, you get the picture. When I was suddenly placed onto an
infinite holding pattern, I called back and this time I kept my mouth
completely shut. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT,
big *** butt,
find folks; this time, the count-down was suddenly back onto their
muzak system. Ordinary people experiencing stuff like this would
begin to think that they are going absolutely crazy and nuts,
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT I KNOW BETTER you see, because peeps, I've been in
side of this lunacy and magical-Hollister bull**** now for three or
four solid decades!
This
is all,
as the great Jim Tyberious Burr used to put it back in the middle
nineteen-seventies, kind folks; “actually,
literally happening to me”.
And yes folks, to some others, and I don't doubt that for a damn ***
microsecond!
THAT'S
JUST REALITY, SON!
NO
FUNNY FACE FARGO PHOTOS NEEDED!
It
really is ashame that so many other people throughout history, that
definitely were targeted for whatever the possible various reasons,
by HALLS-FAWCES, went through their pathetic bull**** blind and
ignorant, and eventually wacky and nuts as a Walnut Tree!
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT (all Fort Pierce, Florida, Library Hackers, of 2010),
just who was Patty-H? And what REALLY is this FASCITAR thing all
about, so many wonder about and never have the damn testicles to ask
me about? Every single time that anyone of you out here ever wonder
why anything that either you do or anyone around you did, or for that
matter, wonder why you or they DID NOT do something, or for that
matter, say or not say something; every time folks; this is really a
higher reality of your own soul, the real and true YOU, asking me,
the MOUNTAINPEN, this very question, and some others that are quite
similar. 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.
Take that straight to the gods-damn bank of hellfire!
Yesterday
was a very horrendous mother ******* SUPER-BOTBAR-DAY for me my
fiends and friends out here, from Russia with love, all the way
around the world to here, there, and every freaking where, YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!
When
I tried calling Mike down in Hollywood last night on my landline
COMCAST PHONE AKA my (house-phone), I was disconnected and blocked
and voice scrambled, and about five illegal civil rights violation
persecutions were done to me, A TOTALLY LEGAL AMERICAN CITIZEN, BORN
HERE IN THIS ******* UP COUNTRY on December the 4th
of 1954 at 9:30 in the gods damn morning, at the Bryn Mawr
Pennsylvania Hospital!!!! The COMCAST people still have not effected
the needed repairs to my phone system, yet boy oh boy, they sure
expect me to always PAY MY DAMN BILLS ON TIMES, BRO!!!! 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.
I honestly don't know how to better say these truths, or as Jay-Jay
Evens puts it so well forty years ago on his great TV-SHOW “Good
Times”, “WHAT CAN I SAY”?
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.
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 Malyeska.
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 of 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”!
ENDocrinologists
AND END TRANSMISSION.
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