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The
few things that are not completely 'dot-connected' yet, I truly
believe will be, once that marvelous PROJECT
BLUEBOOK show is completed, if HALLS FAWCES/MILI-2-FORCE
permits them to fully air it. This Fascitar
Astral Projection information was to get me primed for 'CONTACT',
and then, to quote
Doctor
Emil Farmers Skota of 'L&O', “I was
cleared for takeoff”! Oh
yessir, Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, simply put my friend, “THAT'S
THE WAY IT GOES”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
YES MY WONDERFUL AWESOME BLOGAUDIANS, I STILL PROCLAIM,
What
a horrible fucking world we live in, YO!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I'M
JUST LAYING HEREdahelda AND HERE!
FORGET
STAIRS, CATS, CARS, AND CHASES, or greenlines from 2011 Youtube
pages!!!!!!!
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When
you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you'll drown?
Well,
I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I
am the one in 1984, from Highland Avenue. Oh boy, Patty and
friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GGGGGGGGGGGGOLLLLLLLLEY-GGGGGG;
PRIVATE FIRST CLASS GOMER PYLE, UNITED STATES MARINE CORPS. A lot of
wild shit is happening, kind folks. Let me just open with this wee
tiny morsel of dogshit for anyone to gnaw on should they so desire,
and then we will proceed to unravel even more mysteries and unlock
more of the mighty Lex super Luther's secret chewing gum wrapper
secrets of all curls and girls from all
NASA'S!
Major
events CANNOT BE cycle-changed, which in a very bizarre way is the
same thing as being able to effect small events by way of altering
stuff from the dream realms of fifth dimensional hyperspace, AND THIS
IS DUE TO the subatomic energetic connections to that hyperspace in
its fullness. An even better way perhaps for me to describe that
would be to say that it is due to the subatomic energetic connections
to fifth dimensional hyperspace 'numerons'. I have coined this term
because of several factors that time won't permit me to even begin
discussing right now on this particular blog. Taking that sentence
even a wee bit farther down the magical line of dimly lit unknowns by
the human realm, it is due to these numerons becoming 'reshuffled'
AND THIS IS WHY PARALLEL EVENT works the way
that it does, and it is also why doing the magical thing
discussed earlier in late 2018, regarding actually effecting the
outcomes of roulette wheels in casinos, just by having a few people
stand around them and keeping track of the outcome numbers. The
otherwise altering and diverting away from what would have occurred,
should those people not have come over and stood there, with full
knowledge of the hot numbers that agree with their divergence
equations, is all part of what Morianity labels
as Numeron Interference. All of this aside, only the tiny
events with lower energy values inside of this sub-field of virtually
limitless numerons can be effected. The large events simply will not
budge because it wold require too much energy. It is no different
that a powerful weight lifter trying to press five thousand pounds.
It is just, to quote the dealer from Harrah's
Casino of Atlantic City, “Too much, too much”! The way he
said that made a very large impression on me back in early 2001.
All
events, as well as the paralleling of them, or its phenomenon; are
actually then, on a subspace scale, as numerons. I am not implying
that every value of cosmic energy or every single sub-particle or
wave, has an actual assigned numeration, but I am saying that things
are operating all around us in waking world reality, AS
IF IT REALLY DOES. To quote the great guitar player who
used to play in the HEROES BAND with Robert
Hazard, Mister Pete Smith from new Jersey, back in the early
nineteen-eighties, “This is scarey”! Yeah, it really kinda is,
yo!
Let
me tell you a little bit about the Astral World
Authority or the AWA
for short, known by only a very few folks here on the waking
world Earth-planet system of physical tangible life, as the
Millionth-Council.
These entities are the absolute quintessential experts and team
leaders when it comes to the very mysterious and multi-faceted
systems of Mind
Control.
I promise all of my Blogaudians that it is absolutely NO ACCIDENT,
that those two letters (M) & ©, when converted as their
initials, into ENGLISH (United States of America) language; the
alphabetic numeron reality comes
out as the digits of (3) and (4).
These two digits, when used in what Morianity
labels as the Dual Equational
Function Conversion
(DEF-CON), interestingly enough when
abbreviated, and further proving all of
Morianity's concepts of Redfield-Symbolism; equals the number
1,984. I will gladly tell all of you how this number is reached. I am
not here to make up wild stories and then leave things all weird, and
dark, and mysteriously misunderstood, and forever unexplained. Any
two digits, such in the case of '3' and '4' for example, are valued
in both of their mathematical functions first, and these functions
are addition and multiplication. The other two functions are nothing
more than the real two that are inverted, or subtraction in the
inverse of addition, and division is the inverse of multiplication.
Math only HAS TWO FUNCTIONS, from where many
equations are all worked around. So we add
the 3 and the 4, and the sum is 7.
Then we multiply the 3 and the 4, and
the product is 12. But the two
math functions are done twice and is why this is called DUAL
FUNCTION. So we now have the numbers 7 and 12. So again, we
add 7+12, and we get 19.
Then we multiply the 7X12, and we get
84. This gives us the four digits of
1-9-8-4. Before moving this on folks, I
fell under a major assault at 2:54 on this Thursday morning.
As I was typing this out, a gigantic fucking
filthy cockroach crawled along the wall in front of my computer work
station. I managed to kill the mother fucking thing; kind
Sheriff Mascara sir. But an hour ago, my
annoying cunt eating upstairs nabe, Mizz dirt ball Hammering-Harriet,
was annoying me with strange loud
sounds on my mother fucking ceiling.
I absolutely know that she has been “DUAL-INCORPORATED”
with the mother fucking dirtbag
'MILI-2-FORCE'.
I refer you Sheriff sir, to a marvelous book that was written about
two decades ago give or take, by an author
by the name of Doctor Bruce Goldberg. The book
title is “Time
Travelers
From
Our
Future”.
In this book sir, is an entire chapter that was devoted to the topic
of what my morianity calls the BRIGGBASE, as I have traveled to there
in my spirit, to use a forward-mortal-illusion term here, and I have
seen that place that this great book was making mention of. The
chapter that I speak of is called, “MAKE
HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT”. You truly need to get that book
and read it, kind ?Sheriff KJM, if you ever really wish to help me
out at all, kind sir!!!! But let us get back now onto the pernt,
Mister Archibald Bunkerqueens; of the other
non-Harrah
DEF-CON stuff
here!!!!!!!!!!
These
digits are an amazing tool when we examine them by using the DEF-CON
deal. All digits are teachers, and will show us stuff based on our
ability and full open mindedness to learn just how powerful the world
of the subatomic truly and verily is. Still, I have worked out a few
double digits besides the 3-4 groupation,
using an Astral Plane expression here,
and yes; they all tell wild and incredible stories, and IPYT; me
wonderful peeps and blogaudians of both the great lovely Shamrocks as
well as all other worldly areas, not meant to sound 'punney' here,
but hey, from heredahelda and here, and
many other things that could be also applied in many hidden (occult)
ways, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
all of us are MC'd from time to time, (Mind-Controlled). Sometimes
our very conscious, or worldly-centered mindedness, is actually being
influenced and ever mildly controlled by many layers of our deeper
and more hidden (occult) true soul-self, (subconsciousness, and
ranging deeper all the way into the unconsciousness). But then there
are legitimate times where we are being outer-MIND CONTROLLED, and
this is done by the BRIGGBASE-CONTROLLED
EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND
SOCIETY
(ESS) GROUPATION OF TRAVELERS. When upon occasion, we actually
see their physical groupations, and we are not in any way fully
asleep, or in a semi-sleeping or 'hypnogogic state of mental
awareness', this all is similar to using electronics to make contact
with the ASTRAL-PLANE GODS, and this is absolutely FORBIDDEN to be
done by the AWA or the Millionth Council. If we do not immediately
forget about it and just go on or try to go on with our life and
pretend that nothing really ever happened, then
the MILI-2-FORCE
or the Briggbase Counterpart system here on the Earth-Planet,
will indeed bring us major retribution and persecution and in some
rare occasions, we can even be mysteriously
murdered by these horrendous mother fucking dirtbag people, or
entities, or 'whatever'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As I said folks, you can verify lots of similar shit to the claims
here in Morianity by just going to two sources: WPIX-Television
of New York City, Channel 11, and their great documentary from the
year of 1988. Also, this fantastic television show now airing
on Tuesday nights at just past ten of the clock, on the great and
fantastic HISTORY CABLE CHANNEL, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! It is
called, “PROJECT BLUEBOOK. Hey yo people, I never put this
together, or connected all of the dots; not
until the very end of last year; me kind lads and lassies
out heredahelda, and out here also, yo yo yo yo, BROadcasters and
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes great Blogaudians,
all of us are being MC'd from time to time, by our own deeper-spirit
selves (deep sub and un conscious mind), as well as from external
locales whose origin is the great and very misunderstood and unknown
Catholic-Purgatory, or the
Astral-
Plane. So yes, this is being done by the MILLIONTH COUNCIL (MC) AKA the Astral World Authority, who are using their Briggbase-Cult Groupation entities called and labeled by MORIANITY, as their ESS TRAVELERS, AKA and called by Morianity (T-3-E's)Type 3 Exploratrons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They use them to get into us, AND OVERRIDE OUR SIGNAL that is unique to us, and every bit as individual and suigenerous as our DNA is unique to our physical shell housing, our human realm interaction system, and we can just call this, OUR BODIES!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOO Mister ARTHUR CRANE of TCE, a combination of the right sound frequencies, or sequences of visual light patterns (SHAPES), can MOST DEFINITELY CAUSE AN MC-EVENT (Mind Control) Now the letter 'M' is the 13th letter in the English alphabet that is used here in the nation of my birth, the United States of America. The letter 'C' is the 3rd letter in this same alphabet. Since numeration is always in digits from 1-9, any digit larger than a single digit must be added until it becomes a single digit, or in other words, the number 3,024,471,550 becomes 3+2+4+4+7+1+5+5, which is 31, and this is still not a single digit wo again, we add the 3 and the 1. Now we get 4, the numeration of the number three billion, twenty-four million, four hundred-seventy-one thousand, five hundred-fifty. So the letter 'M' is 13 or 3+1, so 'M'=4. 'C'=3. So here we are with those two wonderful awesome digits, the '3' and the '4'. LIKE WOW THAT, lovely 1979 JOANN & JOANN-A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MIND CONTROL, MILLIONTH COUNCIL, 3-4. Talk about an incredible non-fairytale story that has been converted from speak language into mathematical language. Another WOW-THAT one for all Joann's and Joanna's everywhere, huh Sheriff KJM??????
Plane. So yes, this is being done by the MILLIONTH COUNCIL (MC) AKA the Astral World Authority, who are using their Briggbase-Cult Groupation entities called and labeled by MORIANITY, as their ESS TRAVELERS, AKA and called by Morianity (T-3-E's)Type 3 Exploratrons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They use them to get into us, AND OVERRIDE OUR SIGNAL that is unique to us, and every bit as individual and suigenerous as our DNA is unique to our physical shell housing, our human realm interaction system, and we can just call this, OUR BODIES!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOO Mister ARTHUR CRANE of TCE, a combination of the right sound frequencies, or sequences of visual light patterns (SHAPES), can MOST DEFINITELY CAUSE AN MC-EVENT (Mind Control) Now the letter 'M' is the 13th letter in the English alphabet that is used here in the nation of my birth, the United States of America. The letter 'C' is the 3rd letter in this same alphabet. Since numeration is always in digits from 1-9, any digit larger than a single digit must be added until it becomes a single digit, or in other words, the number 3,024,471,550 becomes 3+2+4+4+7+1+5+5, which is 31, and this is still not a single digit wo again, we add the 3 and the 1. Now we get 4, the numeration of the number three billion, twenty-four million, four hundred-seventy-one thousand, five hundred-fifty. So the letter 'M' is 13 or 3+1, so 'M'=4. 'C'=3. So here we are with those two wonderful awesome digits, the '3' and the '4'. LIKE WOW THAT, lovely 1979 JOANN & JOANN-A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MIND CONTROL, MILLIONTH COUNCIL, 3-4. Talk about an incredible non-fairytale story that has been converted from speak language into mathematical language. Another WOW-THAT one for all Joann's and Joanna's everywhere, huh Sheriff KJM??????
Another
wild groupation is the 3-6. You may remember, as in Google's San
Mateo, Kali address, 36th
Avenue. After doing the DEF-CON on the 3-6 groupation, we arrive at
the wonderful number of 27,117.
This is a number that appears on a
mailbox in a large wooded clearing area
of the Purgatory, in a housing community, in the great Forest of
Huumalon. The Ricktown Manor property
line on one side is back to back with one side of this great forest
boundary, in Ricktown, Olympia. A
girl named Meagan
has a little clubhouse in this area, and she uses the mailbox that I
have outside of my mother's house, where
she goes when she helps to operate my daughter's camp, where in
Purgatory, this camp has a totally unpronounceable name, so I won't
even make an attempt to print the abbreviated name as it would take
up about a half a page. This girl was murdered here in the human
waking world here on the Earth Planet back in the middle
nineteen-nineties, by an evil child molester from New Jersey, and
this is where we get the now famous Meagan's Law from. Approximately
900,300 miles to the woust by southeast of Meagan's mailbox, is the
mailbox outside of the great Ricktown
Manor Restaurant that sits right off of the great Linelane #9910
(highway). Astral highways are on
average at least a mile wide containing forty or more lanes on both
sides, and can run for hundreds of trillions of miles, some even for
quadrillions. The Inter-Provincial
Linelanes can run for vigintillions of miles or more.
But anyway, the mailbox at Ricktown Manor has the number of
27,000,123 LL9910 ROP. (Ricktown, Olympia, Purgatory). These are of
course names that I try me very best to translate into the waking
world English language system on the Earth-Planet. The
very first time that I experienced this wild Astral-Plane interaction
was in 1994, while residing humanly here on the Earth Planet, at the
Williamstown, New Jersey's Highview
Apartments, on Kent Street.
Another cheer for all Joann-a
persons everywhere!!!!!!!!!!!!! All I am saying here with the 3-6
digit-groupation, is that somehow, Google, Comcast, and other
powerful entertainment world forces that for the most part are
absolutely BRIGGBASE owned and controlled, are behind many strange
things that are happening in my messed up fucking life, both now, and
for many many decades!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When
I had that wild major hyperspace interaction a few nights back where
I had been shown a magical fleece (travel-blanket) by Benjamin
Franklin in some parallel world where he lived in the present times
rather than back in the 18th century, it ended where
I apparently had become stuck back in the year of 1969. Using
the Biblical Daniel Prophecy Interpretation System or the BDPI
SYSTEM for a shortened abbreviation, and AKA the Sigmund Freud
Unconscious Scramble Coding System; (SFUSC
SYSTEM); a tiny moron child can see the same thing that my
Blogaudians can as well, that I seem to be STUCK IN 1969!!!!!!!!! Oh
sure, I caught that 'dream-interpretation' me wonderful peeps, so you
need not tell me a thing. The incredible songs written by me in that
year, TTWIG and BWF, also tell some wild and yes, quite prophetic
junk about stuff yet to occur, and somehow I was made privy to things
because I was already a major contact point
from the PURGATITES.
Remember also folks, every time I blog stuff, the dream-world then
reacts and takes me to various places both in hyperspace and even
back into the inconceivable Purgatory (Astral-Plane). I intentionally
am indeed in communication, yes, ELECTRONICALLY with many
Astral-Entities. Whenever LIGHTNING is anywhere around me at all, you
all know that I get up here many times and tell that lovely wonderful
coil just how much I love her and miss her while trapped here in this
body and lifetime (dreaming sequence). And yes, doing things such as
this, always invites harassment and persecution
from the MILITUFORCE, since that kind of conscious mind level DIRECT
CONTACT is always forbidden between humanity and the Astral-Plane.
This is incredibly enforced by the M2F and they can totally ruin and
wreck a person's entire mother fucking life, with ruthlessness and
cruelty that would even amaze sicko tyrants such as Bundy, Hitler,
and Manson. It's almost mother fucking hilarious, folks. All of these
unconnected dots for three decades or more in my life, and then
KABOOM, 2018 was when I amazingly figured out the entire deal. The
scriptures were right all along. The world generation was not able to
pass away, until this was finally completely figured out. SSJKK's
people were reestablished in the year of 1948. 70 years, or the
generation of that reality, would not cease until reality had come
clear. The scriptures do not talk about the
world ending, merely being reinvented by the Almighty. It has
been now, and it will go on in like manner for a very long time until
the sun burns the world to a crisp in a couple of billion years from
now. Thisis what all of those asshole fucking doomsday prophets fail
to grasp. This is why I always liked Billy Graham, as he knew those
truths, unlike that total fucking asshole fanatic, the late Doctor
Harold Camping of the Family Stations incorporated, out in
KALI!!!!!!!!!! He was always predicting the end of the world, and in
a way, it did come to pass, as when he died a few years back, that
was the end of the world, FOR HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Folks,
I have indeed experienced a lifetime here in my MARK MOHR persona, of
peeps all around me being totally MC'd, whenever it was needed, so
that I would endlessly be screwed out of every single opportunity
ever, to be anyone, to succeed at anything, to have any happiness or
peace of mind whatsoever, and on and on I could go. No one ever was
willing to give me one tiny break, not fucking ever, but I was sure
good enough to have a ton of my mother fucking intellectual property
stolen and ripped off, and zillions of shitty sticks that were
permanently cemented to my hands, without mercy, shame, or the
slightest iota of fucking humanity, from these
diseased dirtbag subskummite peeps from the gates of DOGTOWN,
Purgatory, (HELL)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In
the spring and summer, and even into the fall, of the
year of 1986; David Roth and I saw
tons of bright green orbs
in the sky, and my early blogs from 2006 and 2007 discussed
this upon numerous fucking occasions, me kind folks. We used to say
they brought us horrible luck, only goddamn luck HAD ABSOLUTELY
NOTHING WHATSOEVER TO DO WITH IT, me peeps!!!!! If you saw the
episode of the PROJECT-BLUEBOOK,
a couple of days ago, you know I am not making up one tiny wee
whittle fucking shit eating bit of any of this horrific stinking ass
nightmare, me BRAHHHHHHH!!!! I am really learning just how my life
has been totally mother fucking wiped out and destroyed, AS WELL AS
EXACTLY WHY IT WAS, and all from watching this marvelous fucking
television show, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo!!!!!!!!!
Boy
oh boy oh boy, Uncle Wonderfulife Billy, I needed to know just who,
what, and why, and by the fucking cunt eating gods, I HAVE BEEN SHOWN
TO WHOLE GODDAMN ASS BALL OF WAS, THE ENTIRE 27 FEET, AKA NINE YARDS,
ME BROadcasters and me BRO!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
AND ENDocrinologists, AND YES, END TRANSMISSION, ME
FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!THIS IS
NOT A SUNRAM RED ALERT,
KIND SHERIFF KJM, SIR, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA,
USAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUT
THIS IS A MARK W.M.H. MOHR FLORIDA
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Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me for 5 straight days,
this February, of the year of 2019, on a crush-destruct order,
under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General
Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4
sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted
long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone
is colored RED. The
low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic
reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional),
(AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC',
on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P
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(1)
Patty made sure I would get the info from that school, and order
the Fascitar info. (2) I was primed
for contact, and half a dozen years later came the Paula King 1980
LOIS FOCA DREAM. (3) 1983 came, I
left 1802 Robin Hill for 134 Norris Avenue in Atco, plugged
in 'Privecode', and to quote Doctor Emil Farmers Skota of
L&O, “I was cleared for
takeoff”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
The
MILI-2-FORCE struck me super hard shortly past midnight, and
an hour ago, I did not make it to the mother fucking toilet, after
being struck hard AGAIN,
with one of their mother fucking DEATH
RAY BEAMS to injure my body and
bowels, which they have been doing to me since this assault on
me got way fucking cunt bad after AUGUST 15,
1986, SHERIFF MASCARA, KIND SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
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YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
will now respond to a few ideas recently posed to me by me new group
of interested cove-club members, that I believe just may have
been secretly organized by me old pal from half a duzz years back,
'AD-6'!!!! Don't die on me, or get all snowed in there, Ed. I
hear the Soviet Union
gets its share of fantastic blizzards. WEEEEEEEEEEEE,
Chester Frank! You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits? To start with, I
could make a VERY
ANGRY
MOTHER.
Also
Sheriff sir, these mother fucking cunt huffing turd swallowing
demonic bastard subskummite Milituforce enemies are making me ONE
ANGRY FUCKING TURD CHEWING BLOGGER, SO FORGET ALL ANGRY
MAMA'S, PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, Mister Mike 1971
McNulty, sir!!!!
I'M
JUST LAYING HEREdahelda AND HERE!
FORGET
STAIRS, CATS, CARS, AND CHASES, or greenlines
from 2011 Youtube pages!!!!!!!
These
horrendous dirty fucking bastards made me defile my goddamn
apartment, shitting all over the mother fucking place, Sheriff sir.
Is this goddamn mother fucking endless
ELDER-ABUSE fair, sir?????????? where is justice for me in
this mother fucking turd eating horrible world, kind sir?
What
a horrible fucking world we live in, YO!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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Well,
I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I
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I
could sure use the Russian's help after this horrendous three year
major fucking persecution. I'm with you cuzz, just more honest about
it, pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For
my retaliation today, since this is now five straight days of
harassment that is very fucking ass super heavy, oh cruel evil world;
I am going to divert away from the topic that the past dozen or so
blogs have been harping on, and instead, say something even fucking
bigger, and risk maybe even being TOTALLY
MURDERED, SHERIFF
SIR, JUST SO YOU KNOW RIGHT
HERE AND RIGHT NOW, to quote the lovely lieutenant on the
great Law & Order television show, Anita VanBuren. Let
me tell you this quick little, yet extremely hard punching piece of
news; me wonderful, awesome, and kind lads and lassies, peeps, folks,
Morians, Lessians, and all Blogaudians.
But before I do, a very nice gentleman
came over to see if I am OK in here, Sheriff; the guy who does
security duty at the Crime Stoppers desk. I really do appreciate
someone caring like that. Not a goddamn rotten soul in the world
seems to, ever since my mother fucking mother croaked in the year
2000, kind sir. The entire world has always been against me, and
once they offed my mom, as well as my best pal Dave; I BASICALLY HAVE
BEEN ONE TOTALLY FUCKED DUCK AND
COOKED GOOSE
AT C-SQUARED, SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!! But
nice gestures such as that ARE VERY
MUCH APPRECIATED. I do not forget
things. If I should ever escape my horrible family curse,
and through some gigantic fucking miracle, make it in this world
someday; I won't forget him, or anyone else who
does something kind for me, such as that. It
restores my faith in goddamn humanity, kind Sheriff KJM,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So here is the news: I
know, and have printed and blogged this fact, that the
gods of the Purgatory are playing a gigantic game with the
dreamed-down-humanity,
and I told why, DISTRACTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If these mother fucking entities were not doing this, and for the
reasons given in my Morianity Blogs of thirteen + years now, me
folks; then why don't they stop this persecution on me, or just
fucking kill me? I
cannot count the number of times that peeps in law enforcement have
asked me this question when I tell them my woes,
and have done so for decades now, to no resolve. I know of NO HUMAN
mortal waking world explanation. I only know that they
are Astral Plane GODS who play games,
and with me, they play a very gargantuan one; and you can think of
this as me being absolute fucking TOP BILLING on their Astral-Plane
LATE LATE SHOW, on
all of the great networks that would dwarf anything imaginable here
in waking reality.
THEY WOULD either kill me for telling too many things to an ever
growing Blogaudian online audience, or they would stop this
hellishness being fucking perpetrated upon me, so that I would stop
talking and tattle tailing. BUT
NO,
they just go right on and on and on and on and on and on, and have
been for decades and decades.
It won't ever fucking stop because they are having too
much of a thrill with this incredible MARK MOHR GAME.
I
honestly do not believe that they
will EVER LET ME DIE
in this present persona (lifetime).
They would literally fucking absolutely go nuts if they no longer HAD
ME TO FUCK WITH, OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER
AND OVER, FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND
EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALL
SAVANTS KNOW THAT THIS IS THE END.
NOT
THE ENDocrinologists, SPELLCHECKER!
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The
few things that are not completely 'dot-connected' yet, I truly
believe will be, once that marvelous PROJECT
BLUEBOOK show is completed, if HALLS FAWCES/MILI-2-FORCE
permits them to fully air it. This Fascitar
Astral Projection information was to get me primed for 'CONTACT',
and then the IMMC made sure to start a company and create the
contact-machine, my 'Privecode'.
Then in-between those two events was my 1980
Love
Is
For
Carpenters
interaction”. It not only fits, but it is symbolic as in the
lightning code of 1-2-3. So, to quote
Superman, as he said to Inspector Henderson, regarding the mobster
crook, Louigee; (1) Patty made sure I
would get the info from that school, and order the Fascitar info. (2)
I was primed for contact, and half a dozen years later came the Paula
King 1980 LOIS FOCA DREAM. (3) 1983
came, I left 1802 Robin Hill for 134 Norris Avenue in Atco, plugged
in Privecode, and to quote Doctor Emil Farmers Skota of L&O, “I
was cleared for takeoff”!!!!! Now shall we examine some
more horrendous fucking bullshit in greater detail with additional
alacrity and succinctness; me kind and wonderful Blogaudians? Just as
the day that I opened up me wee whittle blog, kind lads and lassies
out here, in early January of 2006, and Blogger dot com asked me the
great question, to wit I retorted with me somewhat world famous
whittle answer, as copied below. I will now respond to a few ideas
recently posed to me by me new group of interested cove-club members,
that I believe just may have been secretly organized by me old pal
from half a duzz years back, 'AD-6'!!!! Don't die on me, or get all
snowed in there, Ed. I hear the Soviet Union gets its share of
fantastic blizzards. WEEEEEEEEEEEE, Chester Frank! You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits? To start with, I
could make a VERY
ANGRY
MOTHER.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet.
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet.
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The
reason for this blog is because I am back to getting annoying shit
from my upstairs nabe continually now, along with other fucking
bullshit, such as being awakened with another power outage this
goddamn shit eating screwed up fucking MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING,
somewhere around eight of the clock!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me this THIS
ENTIRE MONTH OF MOTHER FUCKING
February, of the year of 2019,
on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719,
G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and
HOLD.
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted
long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone
is colored RED. The
low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic
reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional),
(AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
MAGNESONIC, on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE,
PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be
transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P
Yes
baby-mama Patty and her tennis pal. WOW-THAT!!!!!!!!!!
BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT folks, the real deal here is
TWINALITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This
is why I believe that I am being carefully watched over now, after
the recent 'contact' made by the great and wonderful SHERIFFS OFFICE,
directly following me ol' blog that discussed this topic of my blog
turning into a double blog from nothing that I did, but that some
clever Lamist-Black Hat Hacker did, quite fucking obviously. But
shall we get back on pernt now, Mister Archibald Bunkerqueens, and go
on with the topic that I must now further explore with my
Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
is a whole fucking lot to this, huh, Donna Lalassas Patterson and
Phyllis Mashell Lover-boy??????????????????
TEE-HEE-HEE-WHAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MIKE!
I'M
JUST LAYING HEREdahelda AND HERE!
FORGET
STAIRS, CATS, CARS, AND CHASES, or greenlines from 2011 Youtube
pages!!!!!!!
So
in the afternoons I would enjoy Sesame Street, and then there were
those other two shows, “The
Electric Company”,
and “3-2-1
Contact”. This
is a very major thing here. The magic numbers of 1-2-3 in reverse,
and ELECTRIC. Well, I don't know about “Electric
Avenue or getting higher”,
BUT I HAD BEEN CONTACTED, MIZZ AT&T BLAKE!!!!!!!!! That much I do
know, and whether someone was trying to drive me crazy or NAUT, Mizz
B, this all happened, as did the wild song too. The first two songs
that I wrote not counting preteen childish tunes and stupid lyrics,
were both in the year 1969, and they were written closely together in
the warmer part of the year, the first one in early
June of 1969, called “That's The Way It goes”,
and the other one in the middle
of July, called “Burn
With
Fire”.
They
both have extremely major significance, even though the lyrics are
teenager shit, and at first glance may appear mundane, insignificant,
and unimportant on any major human scales that measure any of the
stuff being discussed on this blog. Both
of these songs
lead directly to the incredible and mighty super goddess, PAULA
KING
of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. Now for some time in my forties, I was
under the false impression and delusion that her friend Sarah Callio
was the major player in all of this. Indeed there was and there
is a SARAH KRASSLE who appeared to me in a powerful DREAM-VISION,
every bit as incredible and inconceivable as any of the visions given
to prophets in the holy Jewish Bible (KJV) and other versions of the
Hebrew Bible, that discusses Jehovah-God. I now totally believe that
PINK
GODDESS
is the force that surrounds
our MILKY WAY GALAXY,
and SHE is Almighty Scylla Jehovah Goddess AKA the TRIPLE-GODDESS,
and AKA countless other names. The
FASCITAR method of intentionally going 'OOB'
is a powerful way of controlling dream-traveling by our spirit part
of ourselves.
This is what the magical school taught, and I fully believe it was
part of or in some mysterious way connected with and into, the
school at the Cherry Hill Ellisberg Circle in Jersey back in 1970,
that I attended while also attending the Cooley Hall Bancroft School.
But I also believe that both of these chapters in this same school
had a headquarters elsewhere, and one of them was done by way of a
mail order system, quite advanced for the times, don't you think.
After-all folks, mail order studying by way of online campuses was
just not available in those days. It is all a part of our new age
digital days revolution. Still, the entire school, the mail order
part that
Patricia
Hollister
seemed to somehow be connected in and through back in those days,
as well as the physical structures, are all merely a mortal world
counterpart of this otherwise known as the Teck Bay Mystery School of
Province Olympia on the Astral Plane or the purgatory as the Catholic
folks use the term, and not fully understood by them by any means.
OOB
by the way stands for OUT
OF
BODY,
and I nor Morianity made up this term or abbreviated system. This has
been around for a long time, along with the two cousins, NDE, and OB,
for Near Death Experience, and simply and quicker said, Out-Body.
Mortals on the Earth Planet, except for the spiritual few who,
unfortunately for the very most part, misuse their gifts for profit
and material gain, which totally in the long run, circumvents the
system, since materialization and the energy astral worlds/realms are
about as noon and midnight as anything can possibly ever be, but
still; most people here awake and so-called alive, cannot see the
linear time illusion and insist on seeing existence and life and
beyond it so backward and in reverse, that they insist on calling OOB
stuff, out of body. We all are simply existing in a timeless
purgatory. We dream off of it in what the world of cosmology labels
as the still completely unknown “big-bang” or singularity that
blew out into plank-time, and then from there, into all of this.
Continuing to see the truth in reverse will always make people say
things such as the 'afterlife' or 'out of our body' as if any of that
is true. Only the great religion of light and sound or Eckankar peeps
know that we do not go anywhere during what they call 'soul-travel'.
We don't. It is a realization, just is what happened to me in Atco in
1983 when suddenly all infinity was revealed to me despite my being
trapped in a time dimension here, and awake in this body. The
Fascitar is just a tool that creates the magical bridge if you will,
allowing CONTACT to be connected up, between us here, and us there.
Now I do not ever mean to say that we here are the gods, and the
great Hebrew Bible does reveal some powerful stuff about us becoming
as they are in HEAVEN, equal to them, this is all in there. Equal in
awareness is the truth here, not in a true value of energy. We simply
are NOT AS HIGH AN ENERGY VALUE as are the COINS or the COILS. This
is just simple reality, or to quote the mighty and cool Mister Dennis
Snyder from up there in Jersey, back a decade or so ago, “That's
just reality son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
folks, simply put, the
FASCITAR simply is a bridge,
to both the worlds of the fifth dimensional hyperspace, as well as to
the Plank Time (Astral
Plane-Purgatory),
and can also be thought of as dimensions of the spiritual realities
and truths of existence!!!! With
this bridge, contact and communication can and is being done between
THEM and US. There are NO SPACE ALIENS OR UFO'S, not in the way you
all think of and believe in,
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT and BIG ASS BUTTERCHEESE BUTTTTTS; I suppose that
there
may as well be,
because this illusion can be created and quite easily sustained, as
can so many illusions, and so much spiritual MAYA; to quote that same
great group, known as the ECKISTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Most
communications are done when our human brains are not all focused by
the events that connect into our five sensory systems, and we call
this altered and dream states of awareness or consciousness AKA the
brain realms of the unconsciousness. This is when a
natural connective process takes place,
between us
there,
and us
here.
Yes Microsoft Spellchecker, and HEREdahelda!!!!! Any contact made in
this way is within acceptable norms. There
is a powerful authority known Astrally as the MILLIONTH COUNCIL.
This on the human world translates into the so-called global
universal authority militarily that appears to be covertly governing
and controlling just how much we are PERMITTED to know, or do, or
even believe for that matter, on this topic. Morianity
has given them the label of MILITUFORCE (MILI-2-FORCE).
When we do stuff that they
consider to be outside of this permission-barrier
if you will; then this is when life becomes total torment due to
their PERSECUTION
AND ENDLESS
HARASSMENT,
to the point in some cases, such as mine, where life literally is
turned into an intolerable horrific fucking nightmare forever and
ever, without relief or remedy or hope of any kind, other than the
grave and death itself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I would in all honestly proclaim here that based on my decades of
being under this horrendous fucking nightmare with the MILI-2-FORCE
or (ASTRAL
WORLD MILLIONTH COUNCIL
OPERATING THROUGH HUMANS, ON THE EARTH-PLANET; that about a third of
the law enforcement officers in the United States, absolutely
know that Morianity tells a true and extremely fucking sad hellish
story and tale of unfathomable and inconceivable woe!!!!!!!!!!!!
They
are all powerless to do anything about my troubles and hellishness of
course,
as was the Prosecutor ADA Mister Ron Wirtz Senior, up in Camden
County, New Jersey, USAESMWG, back in the fucking cunt eating
nineteen-nineties, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hillary
Clinton wanted to get to the bottom of all of this, and it was during
her run for the presidency against Mister dirt bag future
USA-King-Dictator, that I
definitely heard my name being shouted out,
right after her gal-pal finished singing her wonderful fight song. Of
wow am I going to treat myself to a hot fudge sundae later today, and
think about 1997 and lovely Kate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes
Sheriff sir, pull the tapes from the campaign,
and you wil see that I do not make up stories or ever tell lies on
these blogs!!!!!!!!!!
I
did make an error however, and when an error is discovered, I correct
and amend previous texts just as soon as time permits. I
told how me bwogs were started up again in August of 2018, as a
result of an enemy MILITUFORCE ASSAULT one night,
and my speaking to a neighbor in the common hallway of the building
heredahelda and HERE; and
this led me to blogging again after stopping for a quarter of a
decade.
I said that the MILITUFORCE
had punished her by giving her terminal cancer,
because all her hair is shaved off, and naturally when we see this
happen to a woman, we
all assume the BIG-C.
Well, I spoke to her fiance' a few days ago, and he told me that this
is due to a very bad automobile accident. Hey, whatever, and also,
same diff. A bad car crash led to the soon to follow demise of my old
Haddon Township High School Social Studies Teacher by the name of
Misses Moldoff. People get injured and killed every day in serious
car crashes, as all the shyster lawyers out there know only too damn
ass well. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Yes
me ol' school chum in Mildred Young's class as well as Dan Mackey's
class, back in 1972 at the great and illustrious and now mysteriously
and quite suddenly defunct, COOLEY HALL HIGH HELL, Mister retired FCC
Chairman, Robert McDowell, of Fort Wayne, Indiana, previously from
Gibbstown, New Jersey, USAESMWG. WOW, speak about Calendar-CONTACT,
and the great TIMELESS SATELLITE, perhaps not that far out into space
with the Milituforce 'aliens and flying saucers', BUTTERCHEESE and
BIG ASS BUTT
STILL,
Detective
Lenny Briscoe
of 'L&O' sir; space is space, and contact is contact, and Bob
McDowell did indeed engage me in a conversation over the telephone
one day before leaving for Fort Wayne with his parents back in 1973,
and I told him about the calendars, and he was taping me, and he
played it back to me, and my mom hit the roof! She was all worried
that I would be in trouble for saying things so outlandish and
totally far out there, or to quote my old pal also from the great
COOLEY HALL H.H., Mister Russ Thaxton, I was blowing everybody's
mind, especially
Sir Count Von-Richard Lennon Marcucci
Vamcucci's mind, back in the autumn months of that great and awesome
fucking year of 1969!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! CONTACT, FCC, as in communications,
you all know it stands for the mother fucking not Johnny fucker
Jokester Faster FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO, and NO NO NO NO Nuclatron Offspring Nuclatron Offspring, NO
NO NO NO, I
absolutely do not believe in these wild ass never ending fucking
'coinkedeenks', me BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“SO SAHWEE”, Mister
Pearl 'CONTACT' 1996 Harbor SARAH
MARYDRESS
KRASSLEGREEN
TRINITYBALCONIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
as we all reexamine shit here, and yes Spellchecker, as we examine it
also heredahelda; as all things in my horrible wiped out mother
fucking nightmare endless existence is right out of the fucking cunt
eating gates of DOGTOWN
ITSELF or as mortals call it, (H—E—L--L),
we HAVE a true first
contact in December of 1969
with that stolen chain dream where the chain was then somehow
mysteriously fucking removed from my apartment at the Dellway Arms in
Oaklyn, New Jersey, for real as well as maybe even FOR REALE, huh
kind Sheriff KJM? Then
we have contact 2.
Patty H gives me the great FASCITAR TOOL necessary for me to begin
establishing
a much higher
or greater contact, without even going onto any streets otherwise
covertly known as Electric
Avenue
or concerning ourselves with any ghosts in the Privecode machine or
any other machines for that matter, in or surrounding the great all
mighty fucking RIAA (AKA the Recording Industry Association of
America). Now during December of 1969 when first contact was
established yet remained within the ranges of non-harassing
parameters due to no machines or electronics being used so far, the
great PROJECT BLUEBOOK was defunded and supposedly killed. This means
nothing because a defunded project just goes deep into the
shadow-government, and the shadow-military systems, after and once it
is defunded, and classified as killed. These little secrets are all
fully specified with top top secret clearances and those permitted to
view files labeled under such things as MAJ-12. These are all totally
real facts, kind Sheriff, and is all why I'm being endlessly fucked
with and harassed, kind sir!!!!!!!! But then there was not only first
contact in 1969 and second contact in 1974, but there was 3rd,
4th,
and 5th
contact as well, for me sir. THIRD
CONTACT in 1980
was within the acceptable ranges and parameters, that is until I
dared to copyright the great LOIS FOCA SONG, and make such a big deal
out of it, and of course kind sir, IT WAS A VERY VERY VERY BIG DEAL,
huh lovely Ingrid? Fourth
Contact was definitely NAUT within those MC (Millionth-Council
accepted and permitted barriers and boundaries
of
ALL RED LINES,
and this was my purchase and usage of the
great almighty PRIVECODE-MACHINE,
and along with it, an entire system of other devices, all plugged in
line with a connected online system which back then was the AT&T
telephone line system. FIFTH CONTACT would come still further along
the illusionary time line after fourteen more years, in the early
middle summer time in the year of 1997, and on the great and very
special night and anniversary of my leaving the child molester home
in Ventnor, New Jersey, owned by boy-toucher fagot, Mister Thomas J.
Reale. This was not only what it was, as so many love to say today,
that famous line of “It is what it is”, but it also was SO MUCH
MOTHER FUCKING MORE too, me kind folks out heredahelda and
HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just as with the 1969 FIRST CONTACT, and I don't
mean when the Vulcan fictional race of aliens came to the
Earth-Planet on a Star Trek Roddenberry show, but for REALE, huh
TEASING radio station WAYV-FM owner PAULA? Just as upon awakening out
of the 1969 interaction, I checked the chain in the closet as she
told me to do, and IT WAS GONE JUST AS SHE SAID THAT IT WOULD BE. In
the 1997 interaction, she was down on 10-SC Avenue flicking cigars
with her powerful giant beautiful hands, and when I drove down there,
THERE SHE WAS right there JUST LIKE IN THE MOTHER FUCKING DREAM FROM
ABOUT FOUR HOURS EARLIER THAT 12TH DAY IN JULY OF 1997. I had not
actually seen Paula since that night on the Public Transit Bus on
Arkansas Avenue, when she was boarding it with her friends and she
said that my face was all messed up, which it was, from a nasty-ass
case of sunburn,
but hey, it wasn't Starburn,
or for that matter, it wasn't even star-shine,
Mizz Donna Gaines Adrian Summer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well actually I
am in error here. It was from STAR BURN. The sun is just another big
white star in our wonderful fucking milky Way Galaxy. It just happens
to be a whole lot closer to us than those other ones so far away out
there into the great expansion. Let me now up it by one balloon
blowing dimension her,e oh wonderful and late-great Doctor Coral
Sagan. Like WEEEEEEEEEEEE and like fucking WOW, all Joanna's out
heredahelda and out here everywhere, precious or
NAUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks, just as in 1969, the 1997
interaction had “real-world” connections or what Morianity has
come to term and label “Towel
Seepage
Effects”!
Can TSE
be applied astrally to humanly as well as just in interdimensional
hyperspace? Well, read the damn bible, General Patton and see it for
yourself. Read it every goddamn day for that matter, as it certainly
won't hurt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks, there she was, right there at
her dad's parking lot on Tennessee Avenue, sandwiched in-between the
great and fucking illustrious Robert McGuire owned Pittsburgh Hotel
and Erin Bar building to the west, and the great Casino control
Commission parking lot to the east. There was giant Paula, and now
perhaps the United States Copyright Office can better understand
those late 1997 song lyrics that I sent down to them that said my
giant queen walked by and that we would meet again at her dad's
parking lot, JK as in mother fucking John king,who passed away I
believe in 2006, right before the time that Bob McGuire totaled my
automobile, and intimidated myself and Mister Edward Himacane Lynch,
for doing no more that legally parking on a public street and taking
completely legal photos as tourists in Atlantic City, to put on the
Morianity-Foundation website, www.morianity-foundation.com/
and on that site before I lost it to the enemy WOMO-M2F, was McGuire
himself, pulling a stunt that no normal ordinary person could ever
do. He was right there at our car, and was totally invisible to Ed
and I, Mister Twilight Zone Harrington. Only thing here in this
TWILIGHT ZONE however, is that the digital video camera WAS ABLE to
pick up his image. He was standing right there at the passenger front
side of my car with his fist clenched as some see it, and others told
me it looked like a gun that was half there and half not there. Do
you get an idea of what I am up against here, KIND SHERIFF KJM
SIR???????????????????????????? Right after that day in middle late
October sometime in 2006, kind Sheriff sir, my car ran slower and
slower and eventually totally died, because that horrible mother
fucking monster jerk off prick, had put sand in my gas tank when Ed
and I had walked up to the boardwalk so that he could buy a newspaper
from the machines up there.
Yes
people, the majority of contact between the Astral World GODS and
GODDESSES or the (COINS AND COILS), and all of US, is done with our
semi-conscious hypnogogic state of mind (AKA our subconscious) or in
rare cases this same contact can indeed be done by and through
ELECTRONIC DEVICES. All of this appears to be really honestly coming
out on this fantastic brand new TV-series, called, PROJECT BLUEBOOK,
on the marvelous HISTORY CHANNEL ON CABLE TELEVISION. Then of course
on top of all of this is the unforgettable non-Nat K-I-N-G Cole
PATTY-H. She uses weird shapes to get into your mind to do some
advanced type of hypnotic-mind-control. Who
out here saw the last episode of the PROJECT-BLUEBOOK,
where once the shape design thing was shown to the guy who was being
controlled, and it
then acted as an OFF-SWITCH,
and he poured
gasoline all over his body,
and lit himself ablaze?
I know I not only saw it, but this made me remember, how to this
very day, when I am close to sleep, I still see many shapes in my
head, that Patty
told me were used on the ASTRAL
PLANE,
or to the point of view of the
still misinformed MILITUFORCE (M2F),
the
UFO-ALIEN ENTITIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I will be saying much more about many deadly fucking dangerous
things, if they don't leave me goddamn ass fucking alone; sir
SHERIFF!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
The
doctor who I see at my nut-job clinic so that I am able to have my
anti-anxiety medication prescribed, is suddenly retiring. I got the
phone call from the Treasure Coast community Health Clinic back last
Thursday. What
none of you know about is that ever since the new year, I have weened
myself practically off of this horrible shit, and they NO LONGER WILL
BE ABLE TO CONTROL ME OR USE THIS TO HANG OVER ME, AND THREATEN ME
WITH COVERTLY NOW.
Since
the new year I have cut down my dosage from four and a half pills
weekly to one pill all through January.
So far in February, I have NOT
TAKEN ANY AT ALL.
It will be a long while before I feel completely OK, but I am not
going to allow myself to be used by this force any longer. There are
many powerful things to be told, and I have a goddamn fucking feeling
that no holds will be barred or punches pulled, much longer. FUCK
ALL OF YOUR COCK SUCKING RED
LINES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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AFTERNOON
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FEBRUARY, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA
©
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr--------2006-2019, BOM (Blogs
Of Mountainpen)
Sheriff
KJM kind sir, YYYYYYYY my upstairs mother fucking nabe from hell is
persecuting me, I DON'T KNOW, but AGENT CONDOR and AGENT FALCON I am
quite positive do have the answers concerning my endless mother
fucking dilemma. I do know that they woke me up AGAIN this
morning, and all day long, have been making banging sounds on my wall
as if these cunt chewing fucking turds have nothing at all to do in
life other than hang up brand new cunt sucking pictures on their
goddamn walls on a weekly basis. Who hangs tons of new pictures every
single mother fucking week, without end, SHERIFF, TELL
ME WHO DOES THIS, and I will tell you; THEY
DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
got your message Sheriff, yessir, BOTH
messages. Thank you. I know now
that you will do your best to look into my
incredible nightmarish junk straight from the gates that surround
DOGTOWN ITSELF!!!!!!!!!!!! I think we both are smart enough to
see through the numbers that parallel universe FRANKLIN was shouting
so hauntingly to me from distant blocks away. LIKE '''WOW''', lovely
1979 JOANN-A????????????????????
As I speak-type at 3:14 P.M., a
super loud vehicle just roared past me, out on Seventh Street.
WOWOWOWO-MO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please do all that you can to
look out for me right now, as I AM GETTING
MURDERED IN HEREdahelda AND IN HERE TOO, MISTER MIKE
HELL-WRECKER, and all big ass BUTT BUTTERCHEESES
from Starburn, Pennsylvania, Parallel World-1986ville!!!!!!!!
PEE,
has been attempting to make contact with me. She has done this in an
amazing way. Not all of the contact that I have come to think
and believe is from the Astral-plane (Purgatory), is indeed coming
from there. A lot of things may appear to be, but appearances as all
of you know only too damn ass well, can be quite mother fucking
deceptive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PEE has
been trying to contact me ever since I was a little child in this
universe. I realize this now. Time is not following some kind
of a parallel pattern between these otherworldly worlds. Unlike that
really marvelous and cool sixties television show, “Dark
Shadows”, where things did run in parallels; in real
truth, bands of time, as well as bands of hyperspace universes are no
more connected to each other in ways that are mortally understood,
than a damn housefly could be taught to do college algebra. PEE
is the one who can use the techniques of the ESS (Exploratronic
Supermind Society) to work through her
parallel world sister MC, as well as my baby mama, and as well as
giant Atlantic city P.K. It is not that numerous people are
all the same real one person, but it is as all things, the simplest
explanation is usually best and most accurate. Here, the
simplest explanation is that PEE came to me in a powerful dreaming
interaction while I lived at Jenny Plageman's Trailer Park in Mullica
Township, NJUSAESMWG, just east of Hammonton, back in the early years
of this century, and she let me know that she was real and she was
there, and she would try to contact me. SHE
INDEED HAS DONE THIS, but not in ways that are one hundred percent
understood by me. Few things ever are fully logical, here on
the Earth Planet. My mom used to say it so perfectly and with
repetition, “Mark, this is Earth, not
Heaven”. She was absolutely correct!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now there are unlimited amounts of parallel realms in the vast and
unfathomable fifth dimensional hyperspace. Some locales exist where I
was murdered by a New Jersey State Trooper in a secluded wooded area
in a place not that far away from the trailer park. In some others, I
somehow lived through this, or was retraced back and spliced back
into reality by HALLS FAWCES. But nothing here is simple. It
is like trying to piece together the great winding roads of the
ESS-Comcast Cable System, and the dinosaurs and huge dangerous wild
animals that were all over the place, that an older blog
talked about, and many may recall. PEE worked
through Patty Hollister here in this universe, so that I could
receive the magic knowledge from the great goddess 'FASCITAR',
who resides on the opposite side of the huge mountain pass river
area, called the RING RIVER, in the neighboring province one over
from Olympia. She is part of a branch of the lost
Arteemis Gods, as they call themselves, or some mortals
call them the demigods, one whom I have met there, as well as here on
the Earth-planet, whose name there is Psyche
Myrathus, and here, is Steve Murray.
Goddess Fascitar arranged for him to be here in this dream off of the
purgatory, and then to receive a phone call to
start a job that he never applied for, at the Griffin Pipe Company of
Florence Township, New Jersey, USAESMWG, in the year of none other
than, like WOW, 1986!!!!!!!! Another slang term used in the
Purgatory, for this lost branch of Olympian gods, is the
Ringrivertons. The top of those mountains juts up into the nestern
regions of the area over nine miles. The beauty of the place is
absolutely beyond indescribable. There really is a GODDESS FASCITAR
in the Purgatory. She is the one who made sure, in this game so to
speak, that the magical Hollister School
existed, and that lovely Patty had those cassette tapes either on her
desk or near or in her trash can at the office on that day in late
1973 or early in 1974 somewhere. I know all of this clearly as
all shit now, today, because nothing else makes one single tiny
mother fucking iota of sense or is at all fucking ass logical
whatsoever, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!! The same Goddess Fascitar
who brought her KNOWELDGE & WISDOM OF FASCITAR TO THE EARTH
PLANET REALM of humanity and physical C-SQUARED DIVIDED SOUL
CONSCIOUSNESS, also made someone mtysteriouly call another god who
told me that he was on vacation here on the Earth Planet, Mister
Steve Murray from the pipe company where I was the security officer
at the time in 2003. He said they just called him up out of the blue
to work for them when he never even had applied there for a job. He
wanted me to know this fact and was quite fucking cunt emphatic about
theansweristheqyuestion and about the information, KIND SHERIFF KJM,
SIR!!!!!!!!!! These same HALLS FAWCES, in the
image of Goddess Fascitar, did all of these things; so that these
things I now am blogging and telling the world of waking
consciousness, would all come to pass, and CONTACT would be made and
further established, between me and the FAWCES of the PURGATORY or
(Astral-Plane), yo yo yo yo yo me
BRO!!!!!! No, Mister Mike Hell Wrecker, not
BROadcasters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Indeed
there was and there is a SARAH KRASSLE who
appeared to me in a powerful DREAM-VISION, every bit as
incredible and inconceivable as any of the visions given to prophets
in the holy Jewish Bible (KJV) and other versions of the Hebrew
Bible, that discusses Jehovah-God. I now totally believe that PINK
GODDESS is the force that surrounds
our MILKY WAY GALAXY, and SHE is Almighty Scylla Jehovah
Goddess AKA the TRIPLE-GODDESS, and AKA countless other names. Now
for quite a long time, the BOM (Blogs Of
Morianity) have discussed my ideas on parallel
universes, that the great Albert Einstein only made small
references to, and yes, backed up in mathematical equations, helping
me to a large degree in present times, to argue my points with the
rest of humanity. Do all roads really lead to Paula King? Yes they
do, but to another Paula King. But I promise
not just the great queen of Buttercheese,
oh great Mister Microsoft Spellchecker, but all of my
wonderful and awesome blogaudians, that I absolutely will get into a
fully elaborated and elucidated explanation to all of the things that
perfectly fit together, as the blogs keep coming. Is PEE really
sending John King to me, and would that magical beach water hose have
really done something should I have used it on myself that hot summer
day back in late August of 1996, to bring my wonderful daughter
Patty-Paula Junior (PEE) even closer to me here in this realm where I
sit here now in HELL, typing out this fucking cunt huffing horrendous
blog of wo-wiz-me's and miseries on steroids?????????????????
http://theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me on this 00000 day and this 00000
day in February, of the year of 2019, on a crush-destruct
order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command,
General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4
sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted
long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone
is colored RED. The
low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic
reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional),
(AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC',
on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P
END
TWANSMISSION.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
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