NUMDWATATES
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MONDAY
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16
SEPTEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
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Cleverness
of the M2F never will cease to amaze me in the least,
despite what ADA Wirtz Senior up at the CCPO
told me in 1992 about how they
and yes Microsoft, how thermonuclear would also be very apropos here,
regarding how these persecutors have 'buddies' to quote him, and how
it really is not that incredible or amazing how it all works, that is
once you are fully aware and knowledgeable to the entire rotten mess
that lays behind all of the OZ
curtains. I will not even start getting into why I am
saying this right now, as much of it will become more obvious as
other things get written down here, and then also compared with stuff
that is already written of in these nearly
fourteen years
of my blogs now, yo!
Before
I get into a few things now, here
is the weather report from the great and illustrious cable-TV Weather
Channel, AKA (TWC). They have a great APP too, but my
system is way too hacked to try and use it. I pay for my TV service,
and despite the fucking M2F (Milituforce) screwing with that
constantly, they also know that they cannot fully screw shit up for
me when I am paying big bucks for service, or they all would
eventually be in great legal trouble and that always spells of course
the biggest curse word in the M2F's vocabulary, which is and always
was and will be of course, “EXPOSURE”. I have Mister D.C. Roth to
always thank for enlightening me to that wild and wonderful true
fact, yo!
REPORT
AS OF 1:18 P.M.
MONDAY,
16 SEPTEMBER, 2019
TEMPERATURE-90
CURRENT
SKIES-PARTLY CLOUDY
WIND-NW
AT 11 & GUSTING TO 17
HEAT
INDEX-FEELS 100
VISABILITY-10
MILES
HUMIDITY-60%
BAROMETRIC
PRESSURE-29.94 & DROPPING
DEWPOINT-74
PREDICTIONS-POSSIBLE
SHOWERS OR THUNDERSTORMS TODAY, WITH LOW OF 73 DEGREES TONIGHT
Lightning
came over to visit me a few days ago and was all over me. I felt a
tiny current while talking to HER on my
phone. SHE is the most incredible and
lovely goddess in the entire PURG, IMHO aniwho. And for the great Sir
Chester-Frank;
I will now add in a great 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'!!!!!!!
Zillions
of fire alarms
have gone off for the past several days, and I have noticed that the
middle third of the days in months seem to always have a higher
average of these things than the first or the third thirds of months
do, for whatever reason. There may be no discernable reason for it,
and then there may be, and until one is able to know the presently
not knowable, then put simply, ONE
DOESN'T KNOW,
no matter how many Patricia
Hollister's
they may know or speak to. To quote the great sir Dennis
Snyder
here folks, “That's
just reality son”!
Also,
the NIGHTMARES were extreme and intense, slightly more than usual,
and that means for ME, not for average 'dreamers'. I will always
remember Ed
Himacane Lynch
telling me, since he did not remember any of his dreams, as a few in
the minority rarely if ever do, and
he was in that small number,
“Mark,
they can't get at me”.
He sure seemed to know something here, huh
Patty and Merry?????????????
Like WOW-THAT!!!!
This
one dude
at my aunt Geraldine Snow Mason's Narberth, Pennsylvania home,
at 1208 Greentree Lane, in this one ghoulish horrible bloody
nightmare, was
a huge wrestler and was treating me really
nasty.
I kept telling him that I respected him just to get him off my back,
and he would say back at me in a mean, threatening, and extremely
intimidating voice, “You
better respect me”.
Later in the nightmare, I
was in some large room of wall maps,
not Walmart's, and there was some type of authority figure there with
me and he was showing me a map of the world famous Interstate-95,
only in this parallel alternate reality, it went not only from Maine
to Florida, but
then veered out west all the way into California.
When I went to point towards the west coast however with my pointer
stick, somehow the man fell towards em and right into the point of
the stick. I was then on trial for second degree murder, and found
myself in a horrendous pickle since no one witnessed this wild
accident and so I was the only suspect and nobody believed that this
was an accident. Nightmares this horrible makes me actually glad to
be back awake again, so at leas there is some positive value to these
monstrous experiences if we examine it all in light of the “Twinbay
Non-Glass Half Empty Attitudes”
way of thinking. Oh lovely Desire', you may have less than a shining
personality, but WOW are you beyond WHITE HOT, you lovely girl. Now
I am left to wonder if JZ was on some antimatter field
from where I stood, when President
Jimmy Earl Carter
told me he
knew that I was dead.
You know, as in his case, he must have died and gone straight
to heaven. WEEEEEEEE! Still
my mom and her great words of wisdom-advice ring forever true in my
ears. If a girl's disposition stinks, it won't cover up her beauty
any more than a package of sugar that covers up a pile of dog crap
makes that any kind of ambrosia for the pallet.
YUK-YUK-YUK-YUK-YUK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
is sort of like folks my age at least having fond memories of better
days while suffering through these new age days of total fucking dog
shit. An example here is
the endlessly popping up bullshit screens, while I try to enjoy
television,
something never did when I was growing up as a boy or early into my
adulthood either. I made up my own little expression just last night
and it goes like thissssssssssssssssssssss, Mizz
Susan Lucci!
“Be
glad you had what you had”.
Hey, not even the mother
fucking MILITUFORCE
can take it away from me.
Another
wild nightmare, and they all seem to have my mom in them now as this
is really on a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE non Senator Sanders roll now for me,
was right here in Florida. I had to meet my mom at some place at five
in the evening, and it began around shortly past half past four in
the afternoon, and the nightmare went right into approximately
twenty-five minutes past five. No matter what clothes I put on or
what I did to try and get ready to leave and go and meet up with her,
clothes kept not fitting right or being torn and ripped, and things
kept fucking up and time seemed to go about five or more times faster
than it normally should go and the minute hand was almost as fast as
the damn second hand should have been. It was one of those nightmares
on steroids in the annoyance department, and I know that almost all
of us have them from time to time, and most will relate here. This
was a real 'whopper-doozie' however.
HAHAHA
Mizz Sleazeweedsdisease, you missed me, UWICH non-Paula of Glendora,
sister perhaps of the great Public Television system's Molly of
Denali. Another HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE WEEEEEEEEEEE may be in order here,
me' kind awesome blogaudians and AAT's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes, the
majority of viewers at least in photon projection, or in the future,
are the AAT. To reiterate once more in case anyone has forgotten, I
have formed some brand new conclusions over the weekend,
and now I boldly begin a brand new
series on my Mountainpen Blogs.
These will be the notes
(journals-diaries-lab-findings),
or whatever
words anyone should ever wish to think of this as.
The title, simply is the way that the abbreviation of this new series
would be pronounced, and accented on the first of the three
syllables. The actual letters, for the record, and for posterity I
suppose' would be (NUMDWTAATS),
and here is what these letters stand for: NOTES
UNTIL
MY
DEATH,
WILLED
TO
ANCIENT
ASTRONAUT
THEORISTS
SOCIETY.
It's my absolute sincerest hope that I am totally wrong in the
following things and concepts that I will now print onto this blog
and later expound and elaborate upon on many following ones as well.
In any case, the near future 'AAT
Society'
is downloading words and blogs that I still have not yet printed,
just as in the same manner that I always wished to convey to Doctor
Coral Sagan,
before the great Star Trek V-GER Probes were launched, AKA the
Voyager 1 and the Voyager 2, with a little 'Houston Humor' for any
loyal Trekker fans out here on the net, now, later, and 'whenever';
that thousands
of years in the future
from the middle late nineteen-seventies, and very far away too, if
aliens who may be extremely dangerous, are in fact really out there
somewhere, and capable of transferring antimatter space, (going
backward into time);
then we NOW
have just opened this Pandora's Box, and there
is no closing it, EVER.
People, even the greatest
minds on the Earth Planet,
at least throughout my lifetime, think extremely TWO-DIMENSIONALLY.
Hopefully, I can someday, and somehow, do my small part in making
folks realize that truth. This blog will now do what they all have
been leading up to. Not only three and four dimensions of normal
space-time will be involved, but we will bring the Human
Religion System straight into the FIFTH DIMENSIONAL REALITY,
and with an ultimate and very scary concept that
ties in August 15, 1986,
my
family,
my
curse,
my
nightmares
both awake and asleep; and a zillion other new blinding lights that
pertain to this higher 5-D thinking process. Long as this blog may be
with a lot of boring text, it merely opens this all up and barely
scratches the surfaces of icebergs with tiny peach-fuzz shaved
slivers. Boy oh boy oh boy, Uncle Billy. There
is NO
WAY IN DOGSHIT
that I am not living in HELL
on this EARTH,
in my present human form as MARK
WAYNE
MOHR.
For nearly sixty five years now, I have been made totally miserable
by some INVISIBLE
FORCE AROUND ME
that is simply absolutely unbeatable, and just cannot be defeated no
matter HOW
HARD I TRY, OR WHAT I EVER DO!
This brick wall around me is not made of brick, and it is not painted
bright cherry red for everyone to see; yet this invisible field of
force is as real around me as any wall made of concrete could ever
be. It is as powerful as any SYFY type of invisible force field. It
will
not allow me to EVER have ANYTHING that is good or positive, and if
anyone EVER wishes to prove me WRONG, go right ahead, IF YOU CAN,
Mister Clarence Harris of 1998, sir; and my best to your boss and my
great country tune vocalist as a younger boy, the Congressman! He
indeed was determined to prove me wrong one day, AND HE ALMOST LOST
HIS MIND. The two days that this great Marine Corps Man almost lost
it, was with ME, once at Katie's Dairy Queen, and once in
Philadelphia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Remember folks that this was a
hardened MARINE. My life goes far beyond anything that any of you can
possibly imagine, WHETHER YOU WISH TO BELIEVE ME OR NAUT, MIZZ AT&T
BLAKE! My first project with the professor that mike Patterson and I
have been trying so incredibly hard to do flopped and not one single
person downloaded the Krystal's Ball. The second project has been
placed on a big hold, since Mike's car has blown up, and I will not
be able to get to the Miami College to present this to him, as was
planned. Some one or something, Captain Kirk, JUST WON'T EVER ALLOW
ME TO CATCH EVEN THE TINYEST MOTHER LOVING BREAK, and this has gone
on day in and day out and year in and year out, for HALF A
CENTURY!!!!!!!!!! No sane person can think that every single thing
can just endlessly GO WRONG for someone, and it is just endless pure
bad luck with nothing else mysteriously going on behind it. Not in a
mother sucking zillion years! Any time the world or the forces want
to prove me wrong, and get off my back and allow SOMETHING IN MY LIFE
TO WORK OUT IN THE SMALLEST LITTLE WAY, fine, then and only then will
I take back these words THAT I ABSOLUTELY KNOW TO BE 100 PERCENT TRUE
AND REAL AND ACCURATE!!!!!!! But that was then, and this is now,
moved all the way from the letter 'A' to the letter 'T' on my notes.
There are pressing issues up here in the
land of the T-notes,
and it goes far beyond anything on crooked
rotten Wall Street,
or anywhere else in this evil greedy diseased business world of icy
cold heartless uncaring maggot bags from DOGTOWN!!! Let us explore
this a bit, shall we, all lovely Joann/a people,
EVERYWHERE?????????????
My
mom,
speaking of her returning from the dead and into my dreams, as she
did when she tried to warn me not to live with the WASHCLOTH
PEEPS of 1970,
at that dollar store in middle 2008, worked
as all of you know fully well by now, in Philadelphia.
She originally was with the Lavino
Shipping Company that later became the great British firm of Inchcape
Shipping Services INC.
Now indeed this has nothing to do with the great Lambrigg
England or Liverpool's famous Mister Count Von-Vamcucci Marcucci,
and the name of the Astral-Plane
cult
is purely coincidental, at least to my best knowledge, BUTTERCHEESE
and yessir, a great big ass BUTT
but,
to quote my first two blogging years that seemed to be such an
inspiration to my
mighty and talented non-Doctor flint immortal daughter;
my
mom's brutal covert assault
that led to her untimely death, and her twenty-six months of
agonizing suffering with some unknown and absolutely undiagnosable
medical condition by the best experts in New Jersey's medical
industry, that only the great AAT peeps know of,
“Zombi-Controlled-alien contact”, following her abduction one day
in Philadelphia, while she was on her lunch break, and she was
walking to a local city supermarket several blocks from her office
that was across the street from the world famous Independence Mall
where the Liberty Bell was once housed, and also where her sixth
great granddaddy signed a very world famous document called the
Declaration of Independence, Sir
Samuel Huntington;
is obviously where and how this DISEASED
MILITUFORCE
got a hold on her, as it was only a short march of days after this
abduction where she tole me that she had no memory of where she was
or how she got there, all led up to her mysterious nocturnal assault
on her while her body lay sleeping in her downstairs bedroom at the
Somerdale death house on Harvard Avenue, and at the Yale and Harvard
Avenue intersection, and was numbered 112 Harvard Avenue. This
monstrous cruel fucking crime that was perpetrated upon us went
completely unpunished, as all things connected with the MILITUFORCE,
the ALIEN and UFO SITUATION,
and covert black ops and black file agency/military ops things, all
do, endlessly and forever. What a crying fucking shame. What a black
eye in the history of America someday, when it all is totally and
completely revealed and out in the open someday, as all things must
of course eventually be!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
wild train trip nightmare that ended with my losing my wallet, is not
the end of my wallet and my missing ID in endless recent nightmares,
from the past half decade or so now. I had another one just a couple
of nights back. But let us discuss the big one where my local sheriff
seemed to have a connection with my Jersey area in that alternate
reality. The ten grand is a wild number because this was thrown at me
twice, once in 1995 when 'spurious Dave Roth' to quote the ADA Ron
Wirtz Senior, asked me outside of my Highview Apartment one evening
and while we were in his car, if I would be willing to agree
hypothetically to a truce with the M2F if they stopped harassing you
and paid you ten grand? I laughed and told him when pigs fly. Then
again in fifteen years down here in Florida with the “Real good
girl” bet, made with a coworker, that is all blogged on earlier
blogs and needs no rehashing now as time would simply not permit it.
Both times, ten grand. This also is a number recognized
governmentally, because any and all transactions of ten grand and
over, are reported to the Federal Government. Amounts that are less
than $10,000.00, are NAUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's just that simple to
quote one of their great sixties-agents, Mister Chain
Henningsen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But moving thissssssssssssssssssssss
along, lovely spellchecker Erica Kane, Dave had parked a truck he was
driving over in that parallel world and had received a parking ticket
for illegal parking on a main thoroughfare. This is when Sheriff KJM
came across the street after I had disembarked the vehicle and Dave
had somehow just up and vanished, and he introduced himself, saying,
“I'm Sheriff Ken Mascara, and I need to talk to you”. Suddenly he
appeared to be about thirty feet tall, and yet he told me he was
seven foot four when I asked him. After the interaction with him and
him taking me to that office where I was told that I better give
somebody there ten grand or else, I found myself on a bus on the
White Horse Pike where I again had lost my wallet and ID and my
money, thus not allowing me to pay for the bus ride. The bus driver
threw me off the bus physically and then he threw a small manila
envelope into my face and got back on and rode away. This envelope
contained a note on an eight and a half by eleven sheet of white
paper, and in large bright blue writing, it said to me, “SOUL is
three beings in Purgatory, and is all the same entity”. All
Astral-Plane entities or Purgatites ARE SOUL and all SOUL is
TRI-ENTITY, by the physical plane and mortal world's perception of
it, or the way the living would think about it on their rational
terms. This is why for example, I am both Zeranniss Yancy as well as
Rictofarious Dadapafanassius. BUTTERCHEESE
and BIG ASS BUTT,
but; who else AM I then? This is the end of the front side of the
page, and then I turned it over to the flip side and this time in
bright orange color as if the ink had been drained straight off the
pumpkins on lovely Patty Hollister's porch in October of 1975, the
printing read as follows: Many dozens of inner names (middle) also
exist, but we are giving you now the CITY-NAME of your THIRD ENTITY
PART. It read, Khymnetarshae. You do not forget something like that,
especially when right after this, my eyes popped open here on my
waking bed as if some atomic powered robot with puppeteer'd controls
to my eye lids, literally yanked them wide open and then struck my
asshole with a flaming rod of lit iron. After I had been up and awake
and was eating a light brunch and about to watch some television and
relax, the rest of the dream-memories hit me as if I had just struck
the ground after parachuting unsuccessfully off of Mount Everest onto
a rock hard pile of jagged ice. A voice was echoing inside my
'headlessChrome' and
my head,
and this word just popped on to the system for absolutely no apparent
logical reason folks, I swear to everything holy and unholy. Yes, a
voice came into my head as I was reading the second page or the flip
side to this white page that was inside of this manila envelope. It
said to me, “This
is the absolute magic
that exists secretly behind the NUMBER
3,
after Energy is divided by C SQUARED, and this is the M x C
SQUAREDGASME or the GAME
IN THE PURG”.
It is in this GASME or the game of the PURG that every entity in this
timeless existence all endlessly agrees, to only know two of their
three parts to themselves at any one given FOCUS-POINT. So the GASME
game or the object of it, is to create an absolute distraction from
the hell of infiniteness (endlessness), play playing this incredible
game called 2/3 OFF OURSELVES. This is even what the Almighty
Sarah-Stacey JEHOVAH Krassle does in HER GREAT CITY of SAHASRA DAL
KANWAL! Now people of the AAT SOCIETY or the (AATS), yo, I fully
believe yet cannot as of yet prove to any of you, NAUT to my own
total and complete satisfaction anyway, that the Earthly counterpart
{AWA}-(MC-M2F), is most definitely, to quote my old school chum
Mister TAPE RECORDER 1500, non train trips of numerous magical
messages, attempting to learn of this final and ultimate extremely
forbidden TABOO SECRET of the great ELECTRON, and HER MAGICAL 3
NUMERATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Exposure of this could IMHO potentially
mark the TRUE MAYAN NEW AGE that is at hand! And of course, why not,
HERE COMES THE TRUSTWORTHY (`~HACK), SHERIFF MASCARA, MY WONDERFUL
AWESOME KIND SIR, at 3:45 P.M.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yessir, there is major truth about many calendars being truly off by
seven years, and this is still a mostly misunderstood truth that can
be examined in greater scrutiny at a latter and more opportune
time!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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