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27 OF TWENTY NINETEEN
3:30
POST
MERIDIAN
SUNDAY
AFTERNOON
17
FEBRUARY, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
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. Oh yessir,
Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, simply put my friend, “THAT'S
THE WAY IT GOES”!!!!!!!! The
song, Sheriff sir, fits totally and 100% into my mother fucking
nightmares with these GREEN ORBS FROM 1986,
kind sir!!!!!!!!!! I was not planning to blog today, but MOTHER
FUCKING DIRT BAG SLUT HAMMERING HARRIET IS ANNOYING ME AGAIN, FROM
UPSTAIRS, SIR, WITH THAT NEVER ENDING ALMOST DAILY MOTHER FUCKING
HAMMERING ASSAULT ON ME, AND IT IS MAKING ME BEYOND MOTHER FUCKING
CRAZY, SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YOY YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Last
night, AGAIN, and for many many many nights while
sleeping, I find myself in PHILADELPHIA, and I am always being
screwed with to do something with THAT GODDAMN RADIO. I do not think
that PAULA KING is ever going to stop screwing with me in a trillion
eons, Sheriff sir, but there is nothing that you can do for me, as
this goes far beyond the constraints of this goddamn evil fucking sin
cursed world known as the Earth-Planet of fallen spirituality.
Negative forces are always everywhere. However since there are only
half as many of them, they must be double in strength to the good
forces, or otherwise, the magnetic universal balance would be thrown
out of kilter and nothing could physically exist. We need this cosmos
for our dream-offs, as the Purgatites and to quote organizational big
brother, Mister John Henningsen
from the late nineteen-sixties, “It's just
that simple”! Boy oh boy oh boy, Uncle fucking
Billy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
all began at once when I's too happy to see, that something really
bad was gonna' happen to me. You planned it all and now you're just a
laughing with glee, while something really bad is now a happenin' to
me, and that's the way it goes. That is the first chorus of my
early June of 1969 song lyrics, to the song titled, “That's The Way
It Goes”. Approximately four weeks later, underneath
the Atlantic City Central Pier, on the
night of the fifth of July, lovely Patty
knocked me down and gave me the time of my life. Still, things
like this can get a young lad such as myself, only age 14 and one
half, quite mixed up, just as Misses Goodfellow and Russel Thaxton.
Still, we all can see why he was so interested and felt gravitated
towards, my story, and made that comment on the WFMU Radio Page.
WEEEEEEEEEEEE; Mister
Chester-Frank, sir, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before
the mass population insists that Morianity is some huge ass mother
fucking super delusion, from a total nut case whackadoodle person;
there are an awful lot of things that I can
produce that makes the odds of that, awful
mother fucking small and slim, and maybe even generally
broke-down Deezy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In any event, the 1969 chain-steal nocturnal interaction just
slightly over five months later on from my 'under
the boardwalk' and somewhat world famous and totally
misunderstood event that occurred, not only all “happened
to me”, oh wonderful Ed Green 'job keeping' United States
LOC Copyright Examiners, BUTTERCHEESE and BIG-ASS BUTTS, but
so did that wild huge sky-event after that when I got on the
short-tard bus to go the Cooley Hall High Hell
school an hour later on. This is when the entire sky over eastern
Camden County filled up with that gigantic super awesome lovely three
criss-crossed jet vapor trail, AKA a CHEMTRAIL, since the Youtube
Channel has millions upon billions of entries regarding the
phenomenon of vapor trails that do not disapait and disappear away
from view, shortly after they are made from a high flying jet. Adding
these things to Privecode, Hydroglacia, and the countless 1986 green
orbs that altered my life forever in horrendous fucking ways, and we
get irrefutable and indisputable and absolutely unexplainable shit by
mortal world thinking and rationalizing. Yes Kate, don't throw any
ice cream on me, and I congratulate you on your upcoming wedding.
Just please don't beat me up, now, or in 1997.
TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
for fucking crissake Sheriff sir, my life is an eternal endless
nightmare on goddamn ass steroids, kind sir, yo. What can I say? The
things she does to me, beyond me fantasy, Mister Tom Glenn!!!!!!!!!!
Why won't you believe me, old buddy? Did you also get “connected”
to THEM?????????????????? They don't fucking miss a trick tommy, if
you're out there. I wish you would contact me instead of THEM, and we
can hash out lots of old bullshit. I wish you the best, me ol' pal,
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY
OTHER 5 BLOGS, ENJOY THEM whenever you get a spare bit of time, they
all tie into this newest blog that began in early December or
thereabout in the year 2011.
OH
BABY I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO, AND PRECIOUS I NEED YOUR
CODES TO SHOW, 1-2-3.
WELL
PEOPLE, I AM TOTALLY BUSHED. IT IS 13 PAST 3 NOW, NICE AND COOL
OUTSIDE, AND TIME FOR ME TO CRASH OUT OF THE BODY FOR A WHILE.
WEEEEEEEE. I DO WANT TO THANK THE WONDERFUL WETV CABLE STATION FOR
PUTTING MY FAVE SHOW BACK ON, WE ALL LOVE IT, AND THANKS FOR THE ALL
NIGHTER YESTERDAY. I DON'T FORGET MY FRIENDS, OR MY ENEMIES. THANK
YOU AGAIN, AND
MAY THE GODDESS BE WITH YOU, AS IF SHE IS, YOU HAVE IT
MADE!!!!!!!!!!!!! So
who out here does not believe in random not being random, as I just
pulled this out of thin air and capped it in, me
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AHA-AHA-AHA.
MIDDIE ISISCYLLA HAS
REVEALED TO ME, A MAJOR PIECE OF WISDOM; THAT MY MIND COULD NOT HAVE
COME TO PRODUCE, WITHOUT HER GREAT HELP!!!!!!!!!!!
No human being told
me this, any more than any human being gave Saint Peter while still
wearing his coat of flesh, the answer to a question posed to him by
the great Master and Messiah, Jesus Carpenter, the CHRIST. It came
with no bright flash, no loud bang, no wild physical feeling within
my body, but it came nonetheless, kapow, and so I am here typing this
blog as a direct result, instead of just about being ready to retire
into a cozy bed for the night. Hay the bed can wait, right Emit Cigs?
This
entire computer nonsense is for the birds. Folks want to remain way
to secretive, and to me, it is silly and stupid, like we are all 6
year olds playing spies and agents. This is not James Bond, this is a
real world, or is it really an incredible simulation from Sarah
Krassle's computer as I said all along for decades???????? They don't
all laugh at me so loudly, Professor Kaku and Hawking, old pals.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!! Why
did I begin playing with voices and tape recorders? Because I too
liked games and fun stuff, but I was a freaking 17 year old kid and
decided to grow up in a couple more years and live in a real world as
a freaking adult. What if all this time, I am still that boy, just
dreaming this entire life went by, AGAIN, I am never old, I am never
young, I just keep circulating around like a pathetic washing
machine, only never getting better or cleaner, just dizzier and more
pathetic. Where are you Rodney Dangerfield, in your
caddy-shack???????? That does me lots of good, old buddy. Does
this get a 'WOW'?????
Powerful
forces are surrounding me. They do not have to throw me up on walls
and into high mounted air conditioning units such as was done to me
in my mom's apartment in 1976. Go wash your hands in Smithtown and
Oyster Creek, David Ultimate-Fighter!!!!!!!!!
Hate
me all you want to if that makes you feel like big *** heroes,
YO!!!!!!!!!!! And to think I would have done a Highlander on my
cousins, for these wonderful wet washcloths!
YUK-YUK-YUK,
WHAT A SUCKER!!!
Hey
FBI and FCC; Russian Paula just hacked out my Microsucks
Spell-Checker system again, so there may be some misspelled words,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
B4 closing out this ******* whittle bwog today, Mister Fwudd sir, let
me 'sound bite off' with a June 2014 blast from the past, to refresh
your memories, and whet your apatite for **** soon to follow. Yes
Paula, I was badly sunburned, and I looked like hell, big lovely
goddess girl. Sorry oh great queen. It won't happen again. Please
don't hurt our mutual pal Regis. He didn't mean you any harm. You're
as bad as Dawn and Michelle. Everything
with you duddesses is always a 'shot' or a 'threat'
Grow up Paula!
JUNE
24, 2014,with
or without any whispering ghosts.
TUESDAY
MORNING, AT 6:55,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 73 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS STILL HOLDING 100%, and STICKY-YUK.
Since
I observed in 1982 that I do not ever seem to die and stay dead,
after dying from a fatal situation, and appeared to wake up and it
all was a dream, just too many times to all be some weird and
outlandish coincidence; this is why after a dozen years from my last
being poisoned, my health was getting pretty good. Then came a
lifetime of abuse 'catching up with me' in this cycle, and it is
doubtful that I will be here much longer at the age I am, and
instead, I will go to sleep one night, you in this future here will
see no more blogs and the world will say “I am dead”. But I, as
has happened 196 times now, will find myself waking up from where
this entire adult life was a crazy nightmare, and will find myself
back in Mildred Young's class at school. Each time that this happens,
I convince myself this life was not a dream, I really had been a
grown up man and lived an entire life, but
as all dreams fade very fast, as far as detail and consequence, into
the submission of shadowy fantasy, where
common sense tells me, no way, it was just a dream, and before too
long of a time passes; I am reintegrated with my life as an
adolescent, with my memories before that in perfect tact as well. The
dream part only resurfaces after meeting the music genius, Mister
Pedersen, during my midlife crises while trying to find the
mysterious
Sarah
from my past.
I never go back far enough to where I can undo and redo the error of
not becoming friends with her. Suddenly I will just be trapped, all
over again, in the next cycle of roughly 30-70 years, that has played
out for 196 times now, and began in the first place, because of a
strange invention, and
two strange guests of the ESS, James Burr and Zvonko.
Sarah likes to play her fave game every time Pearl Harbor Day rolls
around in 1996; another typo, so often on blogs I say Pearl Harbor
day in 1997, but this is an error and an obvious mind or machine
hack, either way, a (PBHE). When
she talks about my “guessing these names of guests”, she doesn't
really mean Mary Moore, out on that hotel balcony that day years ago
in
that lovely green dress of hers.
She means the exploratron travelers who are interfering with my life.
As this blog continues along, not only will more stuff about the HOW
TO with all of this exploratronic **** be talked about; but also, the
details of the game she wants me to play. Who knows, maybe to even
help me break out of this hell-cycle I have been in for more than
8,000 years; and that is just this lifetime. Cycles are merely our
own energies at will, deciding to relive the experience in lieu of
dreaming the next sequence of dreams, only the joke is that all
dreams are being dreamed in both time and parallel hyperspace
realities, and being stuck in any one dream-set, or lifetime, is
merely someone with a tape recorder and a room full of cassette
tapes, or to move this up to the digital age, someone with a CD
player or computer flash drive player system, and thousands of tunes
on this thing all digitally patterned to perfection, and waiting to
be listened to, only
the owner of the device decides to fixate on one tune,
and play it over and over, until eventually, he or she does indeed
move on and play the other tunes. Something in this life is so
powerful that until I get something right about it, I will be stuck
endlessly in this dream set cycle or lifetime, playing the endless
repeat feature and hearing this endless tune. The only hope of
escape, in my opinion right now; lies in this wild game that SSJK
wants me to play with her, as she so told me, back on December 7,
1996. Who knows, maybe each time around has small differences. It
would seem hard to fathom this, because it is just me refocusing my
mind-energies on the life of dreams that I just had, and as I lay
dying and ill in my bed, with my abilities, I can go back into myself
at a younger age, and would wake up when the body is recharged and
rested, only this time, the body is worn out and dies, leaving me
again, to be 17 and start over from here, just as I've been doing,
and of course no one believes me, so screw them. Why would anyone in
this world make up such a wild story and claim it to be real, when
they could publish all this great **** as fiction, and eventually
some publisher would make me rich. But as stated earlier, this is not
about money, not for me. This is about my eternity with the great
Sarah Krassle, and even beyond that, never
giving up my desire and burning yearning for reaching total nirvana,
absolute non existence, a total impossibility for anyone who is an
existor, but I still think about it day and night forever and
forever.
You either exist or you don't exist, and time is only real out in the
multiverse. It is not that it is not important to have time in higher
dimensional reality, but simply put, time exists as part of
“SPACE-TIME-MIND”, and above the multiverse, there simply is no
time, and no space; just mind. Beyond that, mind that is all
commingled together, exists as zero-dimensional void infinity. At
this state, even MIND would be as hard to fathom and contemplate, as
space-time is, where only mind exists, and can create the space and
the time at will, merging it with mind, to create dreaming
interactions. But I promised to get a bit into the more down to Earth
step by step instructions for mastering the exploratronic realities,
and so I will indeed move this along with a few new lines for anyone
who so wishes to cogitate on any of this; can do so. And indeed, this
will follow as these 2018 blogs progress onward!
Yes
NG-ADS, it is amazing how it all works, but then, that is merely the
microcosm of reality working through its larger source. I knew this
before your pal mentioned it to me, but I just kept me whittle Herman
Munster mouth shut. Then
there are the human sharks as well, so please folks; don't
even get me started with those lovely **** eaters!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
Man
oh man, what a horrible bull**** world I live in Sheriff sir!
Jeepers
creepers and GEE-MEN!!!!!!!!!!
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Oh
dear Lordess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a crock of crapola
this entire universe is, Sheriff sir!!!!!!!!!
My
mother's birthday is today, great Federal Bureau of Investigation.
You had her so damn paranoid when I was mother ******* growing up
that she did not allow us to have a telephone, a checking account at
a bank, or me to tell friends where I lived, and so on, you get the
picture. You'd be real proud Mister Hoover,
well, it WAS YOU back then! Still these mother loving
mental illnesses are passed on down the line in generations of
families through the great system code of DNA, huh Professor Michio
Kaku and Mister David Childress? Aniwho, happy birthday Mom. You
would be 99 years old today, right along with Quentin Collins and all
of the great I-Ching gang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My dad would have turned
99 on the tenth, as my parents were precisely one week apart in age,
right down to the year of 1919. Next year, that will be a whole damn
ass century ago, folks. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just
about every mother loving night now, PAULA
THE GREAT KING OF ATLANTIC CITY
AND SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, I suppose as a more truer all mighty address;
takes me in spirit, to quote the 'KING' James
Version of the Holy Words (Bible Scripture), to her area in
Atlantic City, most of the time right there where she sang her song
LOIS FOCA to me in June of 1980
Earth Time, or 'eternity' Her 'time', and sometimes right
outside of her great WAYV-FM station. Then sometimes on
Ziggy's Beach at the Central Pier, where SHE did unspeakable things
to me when I was only fourteen and a half years of freaking age!!!!
Mary, Joseph, and King Akoslem, help me Mister Rushdie. Maybe they
should just put me out of my misery as they nearly did to you,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Paula
the Russian has my mouse so messed up that it makes a child's
playroom, look like a palatial banquet hall, in freaking comparison.
Yes
sir, there are a lot of people in the world, some who want to kill
me, while others merely just want to beat me up at the Dairy Queen in
Abseacon. Help me Hillary!!!!! You know I heard my name at that rally
plain as day, H.C. What
was that all about?
You know, when you had your pal Katie Queen with you, and singing her
great Morianity
Theme Song!
SAFE
JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO
CHAPTER 120
WORLD LABORATORIES
OF 2295
SEND-BACK-TEXT DATE
AND TIME FILE:
CH-120-040911.463
THE EPITOME OF
HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH
COUNCIL AND ME
BLOG 3RD SUBTITLE:
SATURDAY UTILITY SIEGE LIVES ON 601.
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
To use the forward
and mortal language of the human awake world, I came out of a
horrendous nightmare at fucking just shy of half past fucking ten
this morning. I went to blog the nightmare, and the computer modem of
the great COMCAST CABLE COMPANY was all fucked up, AGAIN. Either NICK
is doing this peeps, or COMCAST is fucking with me for other reasons
that I have no clue to. It is one or the other, there is no mother
fucking option three or four or five, and etcetera. As they told me
to do, I unplugged the unit for a while and plugged it back in, and
then it reboots; but I know you are doing this to me Ninny McKannon.
Where is your old girl friend from 'citizens band' with those nice
letter initials, transferred like you with
World-Lab-Teck????????????? You know you fucking son of a snake
bitch, I know about all the same technologies that you do, and I will
soon prove to the residents of Planet freaking Earth that IAD control
is real and being used on all of us continually, you prick eating
pile of shit, you and all your fire-mall buddies from my newest
nightmare you just engineered, you fucking ass
freak!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HELP
ME ROBERT MCDOWELL, FCC, WHERE ARE YOU? WHY WON'T YOU LET ME
FUCKING PROSECUTE THESE MISERABLE DISEASED JOHNNEY
FASTER MOTHER FUCKING JERK OFF DICK IN THE
MOUTHS???????????????????????????
Every Saturday now,
they illegally interrupt my fucking service that I pay for, put me
back on 36th Avenue, and get Scott ass free away with it. Is this
fair, kind sir?
The nightmare
interaction was beyond horrible, and took place back in New Jersey,
in a parallel universe where the thugs I have to deal with here at
the HARVEST on 25th and Orange, were all my bosses at the
security company where I used to be employed at. Ninny was there
along with the real DEEDEE, two dudes under total IAD-CONTROL unless
they have been 'connected up' directly, and this can mean anything
anyone would want to translate it into. We all have times where we
wonder why peeps are doing shit to us, and it makes about as much
sense as nothing, and you all know I am being straight and on the
fucking level with you here, so don't one of you lie and comment that
I'm bull fucking shitting when you know fucking better,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am growing tired and weary of being picked up
by this shit head bully and lifted off the ground, first the
Lakehouse-36, and now this shit that I crashed out of at 10:30, what
is this, January fucking 29th all over again in the
reverse meridians? Why is this number so important yo you
BEGTQ??????????? This dude then proceeds to tell me and I quote, “You
never liked me”. I kept telling him this is total nonsense and that
I never had any reason to dislike you, all though you have done so
much shit to me. I was raised to give peeps all the benefits of the
doubt. I had weird parents, but good honest parents who believed
either in the good book, the golden rule, or just the old fashioned
June Cleaver fifties value system. Take your mother fucking pick, as
my dad was no religious believer, and told me it was all a huge hoax,
and I would not accept that back then, but realize now the TRUE POWER
OF PARLOR TRICKS, MIRACLES, AND NEW CULTS THAT GROW TO EPIC
PROPORTIONS VIA THE USAGE OF MIRACLES. Even the great Pope uses this
as a spiritual yardstick for measuring out who to make a saint out of
or who to you know what, I am correct “Miss Chilli 601 radio”, or
not?
SOME
MOTHER FUCKER DID NOT LIKE BLOG SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER 119 VERY MUCH.
That much is quite obvious, and should be to a mentally challenged
child, let alone a normal grown freaking adult, YO.
And think of this
peeps, that is only the surface scratched peach shaved fuzz off of a
HMS Macy-Titanic Ocean liner sinking iceberg, so please don't lift
that up. What is it about these two that they enjoy lifting up so
many things? After-all, there is me on two occasions, large ships in
great spirit-world cities, and so I wonder and ponder, not wander,
prior blog typo or mind-hack, but really, shit man, what a mystery,
huh Captain-70????????????????????????????
Obviously
my CIVIL, HUMAN, and CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS mean nothing to anyone who
is supposed to be protecting its fucking citizens from abuses.
You know it is funny there, Lads and Lassies and Labradors, I mean
sheeeeeeeit, all this time I have been telling the world how PC has
ruined my life and how it is all part of them knowing my dirty little
two secrets/problems, and using them against me, and I must admit
that I commend Mister Wolf for growing up and realizing that peeps
can change, and when forced to adapt, do indeed adapt, and that many
circumstances beyond control indeed do happen to peeps, gee thanks
for realizing that after pounding me for a couple of fucking decades,
but anyway, without PC, (POLITICAL CORRECTNESS), how long would I
survive in a world with things being the way they were back in the
'GOOD OLD DAYS' of sex, drugs, and rock-N-roll? Not very fucking
long, right??????????? So for every downside, there is a major
upside, so I say today to SATAN, and the evil world he controls,
HA-HA-HA-HA-HA----HA-HA mother fucking germ swallowing 'cunt
rapper'!!!! Let us shoot at the moon, dreaming Jed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Or we can shoot at the super-moon, but in any case, the nightmare was
so horrible that I am now in a super fucking pissed off mood, and
combine that with the modem hack attack, Stacey freaking Lattisaw,
and I am fit to be roped and tied and arrested, David Roth. So how
close is this particular universe to unfolding the way it did when
the dudes on the bull horn arrested us out there near Newhell? Thank
you for protecting me DEEDEE my lovely big black birds, or trying to.
I cannot believe the bright-lighters attacked me again so quickly
after blogging my freaking chapter 119 just hours ago. I do not
'dislike' any of you, so stop freaking picking me up and either
choking me, or telling me stupid ass things. You dislike yourselves,
you have to. After-all, how can pigs enjoy wallowing all around in
their stinky ammonia pig shit, one might wonder or wander? Well, my
philosophy on that, is that there is the conscious and the
unconscious levels of awareness, not only with humans, but from any
one celled creature, right on up to the most advanced possible form
of so called 'life' or Astral-Dreamdowners.
Take that for
whatever it is worth, and remember that it is only my way of seeing
the truth here. We all have good and bad in us, as carbon interaction
transfers the energy reality of polarities of negative and positive,
into evil and righteousness. It is human arrogance to think that
anything lies beyond this.
I AM NOW GOING TO
TERMINATE THIS TRANSMISSION, ARNIE-GOV-SIR, YO!
From
green orbs to white tri-trails. The sky is literally full of many
splendored things for the mountainpen, huh lovely Hydroglacia, and
all you other lovely stars out there in the MWG. You are all so very
beautiful, yo!!!!!!!! Fuck you Spellchecker, why can the song use the
word, but not this blogger, yo yo yo yo?
END
Trans-dimensional AND TRANSMISSION.
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26 OF TWENTY NINETEEN
4:31
ANTE' MERIDIAN
SATURDAY
MORNING
16
FEBRUARY, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
Yesterday,
I was simply way too goddamn tired to get into any heavy
revenge-tattle-tailing. This ain't the case today, I'm wide ass
awake, yo! 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 freaking world we live in, YO! I may not be the great
shoe knockeroffer Mister Chester-Frank, but boy oh boy can I say the
word,
“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!
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responds to wit:
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
of 2011, Profile views – 500
I
am very proud of my Huntington family!
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http:/theansweristheqyuestioncontinued.com
© 2006-2019
Forget
triplets or twins, folks. Maybe quadruplets is more apropos. When we
consider the totality of fifth dimensional hyperspace, like WOW, it
would be more like vigintillionletts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But let us get down to brass tacks and tackle the point of this blog,
which is, THE GAMES OF THE GODS, AND NO NO NO NO NO NO, NOT THE
GAS-ME'S. STILL ELDER ABUSE, OR ELDER ABSUE; 'HERE WE GO AGAIN', HUH
WONDERFUL SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, KIND SIR, and yes, simply put
my friend, “THAT'S THE WAY IT
GOES”!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
games of the gods; boy oh boy could this be a tremendous freaking
title for a new book to be freaking subtitled, “TPB-2”.
Holy Nuclatron Offspring
NO-NO's for crissake.///////!
Yes,
the great 1994 book project of the chosen to be cursed Mountainpen
Huntington, titled, “THE PERMISSION
BARRIER”. This in its own right said it all, and most
definitely told it all. Even the great ADA
Wirtz
Senior knew it, despite
him telling me once in 1995, while I resided at
the Highview Apartments, shortly before Paula
King came over and did unspeakable
things to me, AGAIN, “Mark I just
cannot figure out what is happening to you, not even with The
Permission Barrier”. He had read or audible-listened
to it shortly before he made that statement to me over the telephone.
This of course was a couple of decades before Merry's dishwasher
query, or AUDIBLE for that matter, or even
great Highland Avenue television sets that eventually went on the
blink, huh Shirley and Jane D Neckthroats? Now go
ahead Mister McNulty, yuk it up all you
want, on me, now in 2019 as well
as back there in 1971, since as we both
know, neither location is real, and only an ENDLESS NOW can truly
exist inside of a three dimensional
gods-gaming-system, such as Carol
Sagan's COSMOS!!!!!!!! Still, for your endless happiness,
old school chum; “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some
pissed off black-hat dirtbag hacker just screwed with my computer,
kind Sheriff Mascara, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Or really, we now know
the bigger truth, do we not? Some jerk off god (COIN or COIL from the
Astral-Plane) managed to influence some
'BLACK-HAT-HACKER'
to in fact accomplish this against me, so WEIN-SOSO-SSDD??????????
(What
else is
new, same
old same
old, same
stuff on a different
day)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let
me just open a tiny wee little foundation here by quickly talking
about something, that is after I close the computer and reopen it, as
THIS DIRT BAG
BH-HACKER REALLY FUCKED
UP MY BLOG,
SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR. This cleared my hack, Sheriff,
but I plan to call myself from my cell as I do when I fall under
super death siege, so that you can know that I am under the gun and
need super major mother fucking protection, AGAIN, SIR. Before moving
this blog along, I must contact my MAGNETIC
SOUND MACHINE VIA NEW AGE TECH, the great
interconnected networking computer system of the Earth-
Planet, AKA the INTERNET!!!!!!!!!
Planet, AKA the INTERNET!!!!!!!!!
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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
throughout this entire
month of February, of the year of 2019,
WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE
ASSAULT ON MY PARK TERRACE APARTMENT BUILDING ON THIS 15 FEBRUARY,
AND WHOEVER JUST BLACK-HAT HACKED MY COMPUTER WHILE TRYING TO PRINT A
BLOG, ON THIS 16TH DAY OF FEBRUARY, 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
I
AM REALLY BEING FUCKED WITH SHERIFF, AND THIS IS A DYING
UTTERANCE AND A DYING
DECLARATION; ME KIND SIR. IF I AM SOON FUCKING CUNT FOUND
DEAD IN THIS APARTMENT, AT PARK TERRACE
BUILDING, I WAS GODDAMN FUCKING
MURDERED BY MY
WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE ENEMIES, JUST
AS FULLY DETAILED AND DESCRIBED ON ALL OF MY BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
FOR THE PAST 13 MOTHER FUCKING YEARS, AND THIS IS A TRUE STATEMENT
AND FACT, SO SWORN BY MARK WAYNE MOHR,
UNDER THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, ON COURT
OATH, AS WELL AS UNDER THE ALMIGHTY
JEHOVAH
GODDESS,
SSJKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IF ONE BIT OF THIS IS A MADE UP LIE OR A
DELUSION SIR, THEN I PRAY TO THE GODS THAT I BE
TAKEN INTO HELLFIRE AND DAMNATION, FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER
AND EVER AND EVER!!!!
Yes
people, let us get down to brass tacks now, and tackle the point of
this blog, which is, THE GAMES OF THE GODS,
AND NO NO NO NO NO NO, NOT THE GAS-ME'S. STILL ELDER ABUSE, OR ELDER
ABSUE; 'HERE WE GO AGAIN', HUH WONDERFUL SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA,
KIND SIR!!!!!!!! It seems that someone out here surely does not wish
for me to proceed any farther over THAT GREAT MOTHER FUCKING SCAREY
RED LINE OVER THE GATES OF DOGTOWN (HELL). LOKE W—O--W this one,
all Joann's all over the goddamn multiverse, and I suppose there must
be a few googolplexes of them, stretching way
beyond the mighty and wonderful 36th
Avenue of San Mateo, KALI,
USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I am not being used as
the greatest game-pawn ever, by these
beyond mother fucking sick-gamer-gods of the
PURGATORY, then why does this go on and
on and never ever fucking cunt stop no matter what I do or don't do,
decade after decade after decade, forever and ever? Why also
have I actually DIED upon
numerous occasions, and every single time, I find myself right back
here alive and well, without so much as a
scratch on me? I have been shot, drowned, electrocuted,
poisoned, killed in four major car crashes, Audubon, New Jersey in
late 1982, Ancora, New Jersey in middle 1983, Woodlyn, New Jersey in
early 1985, & Woodbury, New Jersey in late 1985, and then died of
a massive and fatal heart attack at my security job over at the
Cifaloglio site, in late 2006. I stuck a walkie-talkie antenna into a
220 volt air conditioning outlet in 1976, and lightning came right
down on top of me at Jenny Plageman's Park in the summer of 2007,
burning off a side of my front porch, and frying my caller-ID box and
my AT&T-Land-line-Telephone, while I was telling Lightning how
absolutely beautiful she is, and calling her by her favorite pet name
that I gave her trillions of eons ago, “BABY-BLOND”.
If these gods were not tracing me back into reality with lasers a lot
more wonderful than Samsung's Tattoo Laser, then I'LL BE A FUCKING
MONKEY'S UNCLE, MIZZ DORRIS
DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These
HIGH-ENERGY-PURGATITES (COINS AND COILS) of the ASTRAL-PLANE, can
locate any point in cosmos where photons create reality and store it
somewhere, and then they can make perfect copies, and send the new
copy back to the Earth-Planet. Morianity calls this on his BOM
(Blog-Project-2006-2019) Laser Trace Technology, or simpler put, the
real and true resurrection system!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My goddamn fucking
2008 blogs get quite specific about the matter, when I am not all
whacked out with shit that my fucking cunt case daughter was pulling
on me back then!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks, I
have lost count of how many times I have died. This is why I jokingly
say, only it is true, since the great Copyright Office knows only too
well, and also, I suppose that the almighty Internal Revenue Service
does as well, what my 1984 addresses were,
since until middle July, it was at 506 Robin
Hill Apartments in Voorhees, New Jersey, and then after that
through the end of the year, I was in Cinnaminson,
New Jersey, at 1406 'HIGHLAND'
AVENUE, just as in the goddamn HIGHLANDER, and NO NO
NO NO Nuclatron Offspring, I DON'T BELIEVE THAT
SHOW THAT STARTED WITH THE 1984 MOVIE, WAS MERELY A COINCIDENCE.
They know that I have died and it did not
stick, over and over, for reasons that no mortal seems to
fucking cunt really understand in one teeny weeny wee tiny whittle
microscopic bit, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!! I absolutely know that this will
never end or stop, because these sicko fucking gods who endlessly
love playing with me here, have way too much to cunt huffing lose
should I find some way of ever stopping it, EVEN
BY WAY OF MOTHER FUCKING
DEATH!!!!!!!!!!
I
will also tell you all that there are no magic tricks that are just
there to operate on things that pertain to Christianity, such
as the Bible. Take any book, ANY BOOK;
and the very same thing we all hear that happens where people get
different things out of it over and over, even when reading the same
exact stuff, during different stages in our lives, this is a simple
reality that as we experience LIFE HERE IN THIS
DREAMOFF
from the PURGATORY, where
we all truly endlessly exist in a timeless astral-world, why
wouldn't the same things that hit us as we become slowly different
and new beings here in a time-dimension, all happen exactly the way
that it does? Some people say that GOD speaks to them by randomly
opening up a page and pointing a finger blindly at any passage at
random. Sounds very similar to when I randomly go up to my document
file on my open-office program where my blogs are stored, and then at
pure random, do some capping work, and see just how it amazingly
comes and fits all together, sometimes in extremely outlandish and
cool ways!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is no magic in any of this, as the
Almighty SARAH-STACEY
JEHOVAH
KARGE
KRASSLE simply designed it
to operate just like this, and so it does, so where
is the WOW-SHOCK, folks,
and Joann-Joanna??????????????????
But I can take this opening foundation into places so far out, that
most of you would go completely nuts unless you do what many would do
should I indeed ever really go that far across the lines, and that
is, you would turn me off and refuse to believe me, despite
absolutely knowing that things in your own goddamn fucking lives,
totally prove my words to be true and 100% accurate. You would need
to do anything, whatever it may take, to avoid seeing absolute
fucking truths!!!!!!! This is also what the
mighty and TOTALLY EVIL BEYOND WORDS, 'WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE'
counts on. When and if a rare occasion happens where they must
then intervene, THEY OF COURSE DO AND WILL !!!!!!!!!!!!!! So welcome
to my life, and WELLCOME in any and all languages, with many deadly
dangerous wild animals and roaming dinosaurs on a winding weird
magical road that leads to the mighty universe of ENTERTAINMENT and
the PHASE-4!!!!!!!!!!!! Believe me folks, you ain't fucking heard
nothin' yet, not goddamn NOTHIN'!!!!!!!! Let me simply add in another
very quick point, me peeps. KEEP WATCHING
THAT FANTASTIC FUCKING TELEVISION SHOW, called, Project
Bluebook, on the great HISTORY
CHANNEL. It airs at just past ten at night on TUESDAYS, and I
think that finally, we all are about to learn some incredible and
totally fucking amazing stuff; me lads and lassies. I
could be wrong, but I rarely am!!!!
Allow
me to quickly say another thing to yall out here in the intercloud.
If a brand new, and very open minded person, were to suddenly go
hog-wild, and read all of my blogs,
or many of them, going all the way back to the originals posted
before the super hack that was done to me, that
broke this project up
into two parts, BEFORE late 2011
and AFTER late 2011, that I'll now refer
to simply as the 'BLOG-BEFORES',
or the 'BLOG-AFTERS';
I would give a million fucking bucks or even a billion, if I had five
or so and thus could spare twenty percent of my net worth, I WOULD,
just for the chance to see not only this done, but then for that
person to do a long book report, so to speak, on the entire BOM, so
far to date. Then I'd be tempted to even spend another, since that
would still leave me with three mill or
three bill, if this person after they
wrote the report in full, and being a professor of literature at some
huge Ivy League University, such as on par with
Harvard or Yale; would then make it part of their course, for
all students to read his/her abridged version of Morianity,
and for each one of them to go and do a BOOK
REPORT from his condensed and shortened report, not
telling them or permitting them to ever read the original blog work.
Should this be ever allowed to happen, and it never ever would of
course, because the most powerful FAWCES of the
EARTH-PLANET would find a way to interfere and STOP IT FROM EVER
HAPPENING, but IF IT COULD, and IF IT
DID; there is no print large enough for me to write in the word here,
“WOW”.
I would be able to take a whole lot of other purgatite-dreamers here
on the Earth Planet, each with their own unique
perspective and life's circumstances and experiences, and then
after they would all assimilate Morianity, from their professors
shortened and abridged version; I would be left
with some amazing
information. Do not
think for a minute, that these words right here, right now, on this
blog,are not just about the most powerful ones in my 13-year
blogging-project, AKA “MORIANITY”!!!!!!!!!!!! President Trump
knows the secrets in all of this. He knows the power that lurks
quietly and secretly in and throughout all of this incredible shit
that I am just barely laying the smallest foundation about here. I
have barely dug out the dirt and mud, and haven't as yet even brought
any of the fucking bulldozers to the work site, BELIEVE THAT people,
BECAUSE IT IS SO GODDAMN TRUE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
why would LIGHTNING come to me, while I
was in my bathtub at the Highview Apartments,
in early 1986, on one very cold winter
day; and reveal to me, the powerful and awesome
secrets of using PARALLEL EVENT TECHNOLOGY, with the game of
ROULETTE, when this is forbidden
by the Millionth Council or the (AWA),
to use this otherworldly information to amass
material
gain,
or use it in any way, against other
people who are unable to defend against this monstrous tool
when it's unleashed with evil intent and
purpose? Well, this can get real fucking complex, and it ties
into the previous paragraph in major mother fucking ways, folks. Was
Diana trying to get me into a world of agonizing pain and trouble,
or was she trying to help me out of my
Huntington Curse, from which no mortal way existed, since
terrible 'MIND
CONTROL' that was
endlessly being used against me, made it absolutely impossible for me
to ever launch myself into anything even closely resembling a
successful career, or anything at all whatsoever that would catapult
me out of a life of endless hellish poverty,
drudgery, and nightmarish sub existence. Now if the great
HARVARD/YALE team of hypothetical literary
students, had dozens or hundreds of their spins on things, for
me to read and look at, at my perusal and convenience; I
know beyond the shadow of any doubt, that I would be given major new
ideas for me to look at all of this, and eventually come up with some
really great answers to that query. Life
here is not an island, but a team. I learned this from a
wonderful woman by the name of Donna
Adrian Gaines Summer, the great disco diva, a very
long ass time ago. Some things are completely unforgettable. Count
this as one of them. Still folks, my point here is that
either way may be the truth. Gods of the great Astral-Plane for the
very most part, have come to think only on a
GAMER-LEVEL. This is the
only way that they are able to distract their attention away
from a horror that mortals here in the dreams of physicality will
never ever be able to relate to, and that is the absolute sheer
horror and terror of the truth of
ENDLESSNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But since these
COINS/COILS do for the very most part,
only think on that so-called (GAMER-LEVEL), and thus seeing us here
as little Packman-Blobs to be screwed with, I must always think of
bad shit that happens to me, when I cannot know for sure anything one
way or the other, as SUSPECT, based on that truth. Hey, I feel for
Purgatites, I am one myself, and so are all of you, in your true
existence. But right this minute as the human being ME, Mark Wayne
Mohr, I must also lash out at my eternal fucking tormenters, if that
is what is happening. I still think for the very most part that it is
the EARTH-PLANET MILITUFORCE that has declared total fucking war on
me. I was right all along without even knowing all of these detailed
specifics, back in middle 1983, when I told Jim Burr that I believe
that Satan has now diverted his attention away from directly
oppressing and harassing me, and has turned it over to the human
world authorities/forces. This is precisely what is happening,
despite my using some backward dinosaur language back then to
describe it. As Shakespeare said, and it is only so true forever, “A
rose is still a rose, by any other name”. So is dogshit, so are
evil forces, so is hell, and so is the Huntington fucking curse!
Tom
Glenn the great musical arranger who went onto do many
great things with his talents, even for the wonderful National
Football League, whom our great leader is determined to stick his
nose so endlessly into their bizz, but me
pernt, Mister Bunkerqueens sir is THISSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!! I
wrote a nice whittle tune about two months after I had written my
first song as a teenager, and this first one was, “That's
The Way It Goes”, and this second one that was written in
middle July, after Misses Kinsel had evicted me for shouting out
curse words and many complaints had come in, but that tune was
called, “Burn With Fire”. I
wrote the goddamn song, hoping that Patty would sing it for me
someday. She never did, but that's the
way it goes, I guess, pun intended. So when the musical
arranger, Mister Glenn, was over at my apartment, #1802 Robin Hill,
on that day early in the year of 1981; he was
convinced that I was a cock sucking fagot, because the song lyrics
were written for a female vocalist. Many songs are
specifically written for a male or a female artist/vocalist to do,
and I was not by any stretch, the first person
on this miserable ass Earth-Planet, to do so, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo!!!!!!!!! But still, he was
convinced, and he let me know it. I could harp on and on with all of
these four items, but how about we just move it along and say the
brief basic stuff on each one, so we don't end up typing-reading a
hundred ass stupid pages of details that won't really matter to a
fucking soul by next week, yo? The second item here of these four, is
about the great disco diva, Mizz Donna Summer. Back as a teenager
when she was Donna Adrian Gaines, she went to Munich, Germany, and
she did a wild musical project that no one ever knew about, and no,
it wasn't very good, but anyone should have known it was her, and
yet, everyone told me, no Mark, it isn't her.
BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT MISTER FUCKING
MICROSOFT SPELLCHECKER, I knew what I knew, and I was proven
right, back in 1995, early in the year,
by the world famous cable television channel, “Arts
and Entertainment” Channel,
now and for quite some time, just known as “A&E”.
Lots of
fantastic COP-SHOWS
are also on that great station, since just about all
the other stations removed these wonderful cop-shows. My
new absolute fave is of course, A&E's super great show,
“LIVE-PD”!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway, let's move mother fucking on here. On this one particular
show, it actually showed footage of the day
that Donna Gaines, B4 she was Donna Summer, doing that very
project, that I had, when I was given those wild records from
the RPL-Overage file, by Mister Mike
Walters, the company printer, back
in the year of 1980. I knew I was fucking right, but
nobody would believe me. BUT I WAS
RIGHT, and it WAS HER all fucking cunt along, yo yo yo yo
yo!!!! Then the third out of these four items would be THISSSSSSSSSS,
Mizz Susan Erica AMC Lucci Snakes, from 1983, 'SSSSSSSSSSSS'!!!!
All my life, I have met extremely and very
unusually physically strong females, fully grown, teenaged, and even
pre-teens. I mean these goddamn girls and women would have
even made the great, and now late, Mister
fucking STAN
LEE
sit up and take major notice. But all my goddamn fucking life,
from my own parents, to everyone around me, told me, “Mark
you're an asshole
because they're not strong”. I could blog details, and tell
literally dozens of tales that are all true, so
help me GODDESS SSJKK, and sworn under flag and
citizenship and for that matter, under the full pains and penalties
of Perjury!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I won't waste your time on this one
blog giving specifics. I could list shit from heredahelda, however;
and IPYT, me kind folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The most recent
elucidation here was blogged many times earlier this decade, and
after I said something, the news people immediately stopped showing
the story forever. Until I made a big ass deal of it and blogged it,
they discussed it quite a lot, so allow me now to refresh some of the
memories, especially Floridians, as this event took place in fucking
Florida. Anyhow, it seems that a college boy
had hired a prostitute to provide him with her feminine duties,
and when she had completed her services, he could not or would not
pay her. She killed him with her bare hands,
and she was a big powerful girl. I could say so many things it isn't
funny, but no one will ever listen to my truths, even WHEN THEY ARE
RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM, AND SIMPLY CANNOT BE
FUCKING CUNT DISPUTED, YO YO YO YO, ME
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Finally folks, we come to item number four.
Everyone or 99.99 percent of anyone who reads this true and powerful
Earth fucking shaking story called Mountainpen's Morianity scoffs and
laughs, and totally refuses to believe a fucking word that I say. I
could literally perform a resurrection in front of them, or jump
right over Mizz lovely Jennifer Washburn's Providence Road House in
Atlantic City, and I am disbelieved and ignored as if I am the
epitome of the fucking Bubonic plague. Again peeps, I
know what gives here, and I will type it in again, and again,
AND AGAIN, AND AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!
You most likely already know how the next line reads, but look and
verify it if you wish to!
HALLS
FUCKING FAWCES! That's what
gives!
Sheriff
Mascara
of Saint Lucie County, Florida sir; I am under a major assault
AGAIN. Last night, the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES of Mister Camden Licorice
Plant Hall, decided to strike me again
with their extremely mother fucking annoying
“VIDEO-SIGNAL-CUT-OUT ATTACK”. This
happened last night, first at around 7:23 P.M., and then again at
around 8:50 P.M. I know for a fact that the persecuting bastard
satellite that is doing this to me, orbits this planet every 90
minutes, hence with a ten minute window each way, it always follows
one or more within the window time, followed by another attack that
is one orbit later, and sometimes it is done in following orbits of
this non-stationary satellite as well. The time line always fits
this, so I have come to believe it is one of mother fucking NASA'S
goddamn assaults on me. When I drove down here from New Jersey,
Sheriff sir; I was brutally picked on by them as I approached their
area, while driving southbound on Interstate,
non-daut 95!!!!!!!!! It was as though they were trying to bomb
out my poor little automobile or something, but I know it was done
for nothing less than to scare the shit eating hell out of me, kind
sir!
Mark Wayne 'Mountainpen Huntington' Mohr
©
Mark W. M. H. Mohr 2006-2019
New
BLOGS ON Blogger since December of 2011.
Old
BLOGS ON Blogger since January of 2006.
THIS
ETERNAL DOGTOWNITE,
AND
THIS HUMAN-HYBRID, WITH THE
Blood
type--A neg. & Eye color--green-hazel
IS
NOT SIGNING OFF QUITE YET,
FOLKS!!!!!!
We
can always get back to Mister Jim Rockford, and his troubles, and
beat ups, as well as my own hell and nightmares, and also my
GLANDULAR
CHOKE STORY OF 1983,
AND
HOW IT FITS SO WELL INTO ALL OF THE UFOLOGY
AND ALL OF THE
HUNTINGTON FAMILY,
and since my horrible mother fucking enemies who won't give me a
moment's WPIX-TV-NYNY
peace, Agents
Condor & Falcon;
poured it on all day long, and all week long, with major telephone
persecution, major ILLEGAL-GUEST
door slammers, NON-ENDING
FUCKING ROACHES
as a result of course, and continual other major assaults, from
health, and body, and death strikes on me; to every mother fucking
conceivable item ever discussed in thirteen
cunt eating years
of BLOGGING
& MORIANITY; then this is a perfect time to continue along with
thisSSSSSSSSS,
Mizz SpellCHECKER Erica
Cane AMC Snakes,
yo!!!!
On
Blogger since January 2006
The
BOM © 2006-2019
SO
GODDAMN ASS WHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO
GODDAMN ASS WHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let
me give you one powerful super secret. I don't care if the damn White
House reads this, the F.B.I., Russia, Mister Muller, my wonderful
Huntington family, or HALLS great and
powerful FAWCES! This message is to those few who actually
just might give a darn rats butt about the reality that is
surrounding them, and not just people who are hellbent on wiping out
and annihilating the poor old tormented and tortured Mountainpen. Do
you want to know when I first realized that defying the gravitational
fawces of planets such as this lovely blue marble Earth, was
childsplay? It was in the year 1972, and I had not yet left the great
and awesome COOLEY HIGH HALL HELL
of HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY, UNITED STATES OF
AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MWG. I was 'asleep' and on the beach of
Atlantic City, where Paula King loves to take me all the time, either
to sing her songs to me, or to try to get me to build her damn radio,
or whatever it is that she wants, and suddenly; I thought to myself
and remembered this thought even after coming awake, for whatever
reason, “The sand below me is so very
brightly contrasted, white and black grains just like the dots on my
TV set”. Folks I was very freaking poor and only had B&W-TV,
no color for me until well into my days working at the RPL
SOUND RECORDING STUDIO, at the old age of twenty-five
years. Anyway, I suddenly jumped up so that I could land hard, back
down onto the sand, and I wanted to see if it made this brilliant
contrast more or less than it was before I jumped. But instead of
falling back onto the beach, I began flying down towards the
shoreline and faster and faster, along a group of numerous clam and
other seashells scattered all over the beach, such as what we might
see after a bad storm. It was of course thrilling, and I began to see
if I could go higher, faster, lower, slower, and control my motion.
Suddenly I remember crashing into what was then called the Million
Dollar Pier,
now called “Ocean
1” in
Atlantic City. I dropped down into shallow water and instantly
awoke in my bed, but for no good reason I remembered those words that
I highlighted above in RED PRINT,
actually, I wrote them down to prevent me from later forgetting, and
I remember thinking at the time, I wonder if I think the exact thing
that happened 'in the dream', if it would allow me to recreate any
part of the dream here in waking life. When I got home from school as
this was the first week in June, I rode my bike over to a wooded area
about a mile or less from my apartment at the Dellway Arms on Oakland
Avenue, in Oaklyn, New Jersey. I went to an area where there was a
clearing, and I began to say the exact words that I had spoken in
that wild flying dream. I had to take a printed note pad along with
me so I would remember these words exactly as I spoke them. Now years
later, I will never forget them, with or without any damn note paper.
Suddenly after repeating these words ten times or so, and just as I
did in the dream, even though there were no black and white grains of
sand underneath my feet; I began to levitate off of the ground. No
one believes me, or my story. But a few years later after
moving from there, or when lovely Patty H. and her friend Santa,
helped my mom and I move into a different apartment over in
Lindenwold, New Jersey; I began to play with this more, and
learned that I could really fly, right here in the waking world.
I still can, and I don't care if you believe me or not. Still, I
disagree now with the lovely Jennifer Washburn
of Atlantic City, who told me if, if memory serves me at all
correctly, back some time in the year of 2007, that “If
I did this right now to show her I really can, what would it prove”?
I'll remember her posing that question to me in another 300
years!!!!!!!!!!!! I am pretty damn sure that I
did already blog and tell about this before, just
not about how IT ALL REALLY BEGAN! So did it really 'all
begin at once when I was too happy to see, that something really bad
was gonna' happen to me'? It was in middle 1969 when I made the
lyrics to that song up, Patty!
YES
ULTIMATE FIGHTER DAVID, I AM STILL WASHING
MY HANDS OF ALL OF YOU, SO TELL THAT TO THE ROMAN EMPEROR,
AS WELL AS PAULA THE GREAT KING!!!!!!
Boy
oh boy. What an ***wipe I am to allow so many people to give me such
a total razzle-dazzle. Shucks and shazam Gomer!
Hate
me all you want to if that makes you feel like big *** heroes,
YO!!!!!!!!!!! And to think I would have done a Highlander on my
cousins, for these wonderful wet washcloths!
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!
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MORNING
15
FEBRUARY, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
Sheriff
Kenneth J. Mascara, sir, I AM UNDER A PREDICTABLE DEATH
SIEGE FROM TRUMP AND HIS CUNT CHEWING EVIL
BRIGGBASE PALS. EVERY MOTHER FUCKING TIME THAT HE HAS AN
IMPORTANT FUCKING THING IN HIS LIFE, HE USES
PARALLEL EVENT AND THE PERSECUTION OF ME, TO GIVE HIM A
MAXIMIZED MOTHER FUCKING BENEFIT FOR HIMSELF, USING
A TECHNOLOGY TOTALLY FORBIDDEN HERE TO BE USED AGAINST INOCENT PEOPLE
IN THIS MANNER!! HE HAS BEEN DOING THIS SINCE 1984
WHEN HE FUCKED UP MY CAR, WHEN I WAS ON MY DAMN WAY DOWN TO ATLANTIC
CITY, TO HIS FIRST GODDAMN FUCKING CASINO THERE, HIS
TRUMP GARBAGE, PLAZA HOTEL-CASINO. TODAY HE HAS THE BIG BORDER
WALL FUCKING DEAL, SO YES; HE POURED ON THE ATTACK WITH ME,
AND JUST AS HE ILLEGALLY DID THIS TO WIN THE
CUNT EATING ELECTION, IN EARLY NOVEMBER OF 2016, SHERIFF SIR;
HE SCREWED WITH THE OPERATIONS OF THIS PARK
TERRACE PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDING. BACK IN
2016, HE
FLOODED OUT MY APARTMENT, AND THIS TIME, I HAD AN ALL
MOTHER FUCKING NIGHT LOUD ASS FIRE ALARM SOUNDING FOR ABSOLUTELY NO
LOGICAL REASON WHATSOEVER, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT WENT OFF
AROUND 3 AND STAYED BLARING AWAY UNTIL 5, WAKING UP EVERY MOTHER
FUCKING PERSON IN THE BUILDING, I AM QUITE GODDAMN SURE, SHERIFF
SIR!!!!!!!!!! BUTTERCHEESE AND BIG ASS BUTT SIR, IN ADDITION, THERE
WERE OTHER THINGS THAT HAPPENED DURING THIS TIME.
I
was watching television with my headphones as I always do, and
suddenly the mother fucking audio just stopped
for absolutely no reason, on every mother fucking channel. THE CUNT
EATING REASON is that some fucking bastard made the battery inside of
the phones suddenly die. It should have lasted way longer as I
only put it in a few days ago, and they are normally good for two
fucking weeks, the same as the battery inside the remote control for
the winding roads ESS Comcast Cable Television system. The only
difference is that the remote control device takes AA-BATTS, while
the stupid head fucking phones take AAA-BATTS. The headphone takes
just one single Triple-A-battery, and the remote control device
supplied by Comcast takes two double-A-batteries. But here is the
mother fucking kicker, SHERIFF KJM KIND
SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!! About ten minutes before this cunt
eating horrendous fire alarm stopped sounding, the battery died in
the phones so yes, the audio just cut the fuck out on the system, way
too early for a brand new battery to have done. Then it went back to
working and stopped again two more times, but here is the wild
fucking shit Sheriff sir. Each time the battery stopped again, the
fire alarm went back on. Then when the battery would cut out again,
the fire alarm went off. When I finally removed the goddamn dick
licking battery all together and replaced it, the fire alarm stopped
sounding completely. These exact type of electronic harassment things
are done all the time, to PEOPLE ON THE (LET'S
FUCK WITH HIM FOREVER LIST), Sheriff sir, and I
swear and attest to this under nation, flag, and Almighty Goddess
Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge
Krassle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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!
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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
throughout this entire
month of February, of the year of 2019,
WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE
ASSAULT ON MY PARK TERRACE APARTMENT BUILDING ON THIS 15 FEBRUARY,
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
My
tattle tale retaliation will be swift and ultra major heavy, and
heads are going to mother fucking roll. I will be Astrally bombing
out the Briggbase as soon as my spirit is OOB traveling around, when
my body lays unaware of this world, in my mother fucking bed. My
wonderful lovely coil Diana Arteemis will be along with me in case
anyone out here wants to try and get fucking
cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE and WOW, Joanna and
Mariah!!!!!!!!!!!!! Time to use the travel tubes, AKA the Franklin
Fleece, I suppose, huh Sheriff???????
END
TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!! AND AHA-AHA.
END
TRANSMISSION.
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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-HAAAAAAA-HA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
AND ENDocrinologists, AND YES,
END TRANSMISSION, ME FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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