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MERIDIAN
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THE
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THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER
CHAPTER
48
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
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WEDNESDAY,
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The
gloves come off on this blog. I AM UNDER
A NASTY UTILITY HACK DEATH SIEGE, WITH BOTH THE COMPUTER
AS WELL AS WITH MY COMCAST CABLE COMPANY SERVICE AGAIN. With Comcast,
I have noticed that I can faithfully know that someone out there
ILLEGALLY FUCKING WITH ME, does not want me
watching that fantastic HISTORY CHANNEL SHOW CALLED
“PROJECT-BLUEBOOK”, as
this is about the fourth time now, that
I got frozen fucking cunt up while watching
it. Today was right at the time where the military guy
went down on the submarine, and asked the Admiral not to drop depth
charges. It was restored in time for me to see the start of it after
a commercial break had ended, showing the final part of the show.
Before even going on with this, I have
switched parallel realities again. Where
I used to live, I was told that the
series would end last week. Here where I am seemingly switched
into now, it never seemed to have happened. But this is only the very
beginning of a very wild blog and a roller coaster ride that will
take all of you on quite a mother fucking incredible journey, so
before you go on reading, people, be bathroom prepared or you might
have an accident, and also, be sitting down and don't stand up or I
swear to the gods that I refuse to be responsible for anyone falling
down in shock and getting injured. WOW THAT
Mizz Winfrey! Hey, every goddamn time that Billionaire Club
Stock Market (BCSM) flies up HUUUUGE time, POW,
the MILUITUFORCE
STRIKES ME REALLY MOTHER FUCKING HARD, AND EVERYBODY OUT HERE
WHO FOLLOWS THIS BLOG, IN SECRET OR NOT; BELIEVES
THIS ONE HUNDRED CLIT HUFFING PERCENT!!!
This
assault began early on Tuesday morning when I attempted to post my
prior blog up to the BLOGGER-SITE around a little past four in the
morning. The goddamn site would not let it go in for whatever reason,
so I took out a few things and then it worked. There was absolutely
no rhyme nor reason for it to do this, any more than my cable freeze
up shit that has come back recently, does have any logical reasons
behind it. Yes, I have had three freeze ups and this one makes it
four, in the last three days now. It goes back into normal operations
after ten minutes, but it has its PARALLEL
EVENT ICPE-APE-TECH EFFECTS ON ME, and the mother fucking
MILITUFORCE KNOWS IT TOO, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
COUNTERSTRIKE
OF 3:40 AM, ON 25 MARCH, 2020:
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me FOR
THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS
UTILITIES-DEATH-ASSAULT
ON MARCH 25, 2020 THAT STARTED EARLY ON 24 MARCH,
and
that is all a part of DONALD
TRUMP'S
ICPE-APE-TECH
death strike
on me since August 15
of 1986;
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.
Rotten
miserable Jane mother fucking whore Notfondaheronetinybit just
knocked me onto my pitiful fucking asshole, with her goddamn mother
fucking ONES GROUPATION ASSAULT so now I
need to major cunt phlegm rape or (compensate with my
groupation of FIVE-DIGITS, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo me'
BRO!!!!!!!!!!
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This
is shaping up to be a REAL BAD MOTHER FUCKING
BOTBAR DAY, but folks, I
have not yet begun to do this blog today, so hopefully it might just
kick a little MILITUFORCE ass!!!
Donald
Trump as we all know, is a total prick and a horrible criminal.
We all remember how he went around his Fart-a-Frog-Blow
mansion in Palm Beach, Florida a while back, saying to all of
his wealthy scum bag pals that he had all gathered there, “We're
all a lot richer now”, right after he passed that criminal
budget or tax decrease on wealthy pricks.
But folks, he did a lot more than that recently. He is going around
the mother fucking White House for the past few days now, saying
how this stimulus thing is going to be “a blank check so that I
will get all my lost monies back on hotel revenues resulting from the
Corona-Virus”. He is also saying to those in his
near circle, and his ROYAL DISEASED FAMILY FROM DOGTOWN, “how this
stimulus will provide my billionaire pals infinite money to rebuild
all of their recently lost wealth too, and there's nothing that Mz.
Pelosi can do to stop me”, and he has gone
on to mock her with many nasty names. I personally think
this lovely wonderful lady and great Senator is one
of the finest human beings who ever has walked on this planet.
Trump is nothing but total filthy rotten
diseased SCUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please
Nancy Pelosi mahm, don't give into that
monster. It doesn't matter if the markets crash in a few weeks
or not, don't give in so that only his wealthy evil sicko pals make
fortunes, while all of the rest of us
suffer and slowly and very agonizingly die!!!!! I love
hearing your comments, oh lovely lady,
when you said 'we don't need trickle down, we
need bubbling up'. That was almost as beautiful as you are,
mahm!!!!!!!! Please hold firm and strong AGAINST
THIS QUINTESSENTIAL EVIL AND TYRANNY IN THE UNITED STATES SENATE AND
WHITE HOUSE, or this nation has had
it. The markets mean nothing. All they ever reflect is the
SUPER WEALTHY PEOPLE, and never
any of us mere mortal pathetic SLAVES AND SERFS of endless poverty,
turmoil, strife, and pitiful woe, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before
doing anything else, I feel the need to make some corrections to
earlier errors on recently posted blogs. Something seems to endlessly
keep hacking my mind about the 1996-1997 TIME-TRAVEL-“DREAM”,
where I had been taken somehow back to my old high school that I
attended before Guidance Counselor Mister Jockamini had me
transferred to the COOLEY HALL of Haddonfield. I was telling everyone
that I CAME FROM 1997. however, this experience happened somewhere in
the late spring or early summer time of 1996, in the time range of
when I originally wrote that damn song, “SARAH” on the 12th
of May of that year. To this day, I keep saying that I had this
experience in 1997, but it was NAUT in 1997 but 1996, and I was
telling peeps at my school that I had come back into time from 1997,
and I had my Saturn Automobile and inside on the front passenger seat
I had what years later would be called a “TABLET” and this was
stolen from me by horrible CALLIO-THUG-THIEVES, in absolute
connections with the ever-present LAWTRONICALLY existing and
unchanging truth that even though I was yet to meet the great McGuire
in 1997 and later speak to both Sarah Callio on his bar telephone,
abnd also Misses Bassler; the truth of the KALI INDIAN GODDESS, and
her THUGGIES as well as the August 2 nightmare at the TURNERSVILLE
PATHMARK where my mom and I were TERRORIZED by an INDIAN MAN in a
lime green colored truck and our lives were threatened by him and law
enforcement refused to get involved or help us in any way whatsoever;
ALL WAS THERE ALL ALONG. Anyone can GOOGLE up where our present
criminal word of THUG comes from. You will find KALI the Indian
GODDESS and her THUGGIES or (road thieves) in those 'olden days and
times'. All things endlessly dot-connect, Sir James Redfield, with
your ever and always so wonderful JRSS, as Morianity has given even
more fame to you with!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and
yes lovely niece of Admiral DQ Perry from also in 1997; this is quite
damn ass WEEDEEKAWUSS as well, Sir Mike Soft Corp! You keep the great
FIGHT SONGS going lovely girl, and I'll keep the great FIGHT BLOGS
going too, and my best to your gal-pal, Mizz Hillary Clinton! I'd so
love to know someday why someone shouted out 'MARK MOHR', at Hilary's
2016 Rally; lovely Katy!
So
I want to amend that error that my mind continues to make over and
over again. I went back from 1996 to 1968,
and was telling many of my transdimensional classmates that I had
come back from the year of 1997, and
later on I wondered why. Well great peeps, maybe
because my double (doppelganger) really did come from 1997, as
after all folks, it wasn't me who went back. When
we dream, we go into our many countless doubles.
This has been the fundamental teachings of MORIANITY all along.
We all know thissssssssssss, lovely Erica
Snakes Cane, do we NAUT? At the time, the same sixteen year
old teenaged Nick Cannon, was the one who was with me; and in 1996, I
no more knew this dude from a big ass box of animal crackers. Still,
obviously MY DOUBLE KNEW HIM. So
think of it that way, folksingers, and yes, FOLKS!!!
People,
the JRSS is a CODED-COSMIC admittance to a sort of corridor of
knowledge and wisdom. The American Psychiatric Association or (APA)
does not think of life this way, and believes that those who indeed
do think such thoughts, have what they have
labeled as the mental disease of Schizophrenia.
They can think their way all they want to, but don't expect me to
agree with them. Not when I have lived a life like mine, and this all
seems to be absolutely real as well as totally reasonable. Of course,
they would find the great or one of the great New-Age authors to have
the mental disorder of Schizophrenia too, since Mister
Redfield's great Celestine books
preaches in full agreement to this, hence my naming and
labeling this as the JRSS in his great honor, yo
BREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
Let
us take the Corona Virus Strain ID#19
as a perfect example. We could discuss a thousand fucking JRSS items
that I and I alone have seen major fucking JRSS-items with. The one
that I opened up my previous blog with yesterday had to do with my 19
DAYS ON CORNWALL AVENUE with that horrible child
molester Mister Thomas J. Reale, of Somers Point, New Jersey, USA,
ESMWG back in 1970, from the 24th day in June through the
12th day in July. June 24 through June 30 is 7 days, and
the first 12 days of July is 12, so 7+12=19 days. Now take CORNWALL
AVENUE, and compare it to the word CORONA.
I will highlight with RED FONT COLOR and UNDERLINED scoring. When
half of the two words being compared, or more than half is even
better, MATCH UP with each other, there is always some type of a
COSMIC CONNECTION. This is pure JRSS WISDOM & TRUTH, so help me
GREAT PINK GODDESS SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE
ALMIGHTY OF THE ASTRAL-PLANE!!!!!! When I study all of this
enough, I will eventually piece together how the other letters that
can form only one word that I am able to see here, “LOW”, all fit
even further into all of that nightmare. Believe me they do. Just
because I am still knocking and seeking on doors, please don't make
the mistake of ever thinking that the answer will not be forced in
time to COME OUT OF DARKNESS AND INTO THE SEARCHLIGHT OF MY EARNEST
SEARCH FOR TRUTHS ON THE MATTER. A force and a law that's every bit
as big as gravity, perhaps even bigger, forces truths to come out
when that searchlight is shined into that so-called corridor of
wisdom where endless doors must eventually be opened to the seekers.
Jesus our great LORD told all of us this truth, and you all need to
quit listening to the APA for a fucking minute, and at least give my
Morianity an honest try for a while before you chew it all up and
spit it out into your goddamn fire places, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That law
and force has a name, or at least one created by the Mountainpen, and
that name is LAWTRONICS, me' brah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey
offhand folks, what could be LOWER as in (LOW) than the life of the
pitiful; fucking Mountainpen, after I left the great house of Thomas
J. Reale and started my AFTER TJR LIFE
on 13 July of 1970? Think of that if nothing else at all, and
a huge damn Chester-Frank 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'
too! Talk about the epitome of an AFTERLIFE
here oh great Blogaudians out heredahelda and yes Microsoft
Corporation, OUT HERE TOO and yes out here toothpaste
too!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gee fucking willagars for crying out louder than all
dogshit squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You know great people out here,
there really are a whole goddamn lot of total homes in Ventnor and in
Atlantic City, and yet out of all of them, oh great Bill Bixby and
Musclemen of all great gyms everywhere; and some with hearing
defects; but yessir, out of all the houses in both these towns, it
was the one that Tom Reale owned and that he had me staying in for
those 19-DAYS, that was sold 27 years later or
so from 1970 when I was there, and who was it sold to? Yessir
peeps, come on do you really buy this mother fuckign shit? It was
sold to the great and illustrious ATLANTIC CITY
MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY, where the great SARAH
CALLIO THUGGIES, and friends like PAULA KING, and the great
mighty wealthy McGettigan family all own huge shares in; were a part
of, and SARAH actually was employed there. Also her Aunt Victoria
Callio dated Tom Reale as he was a bisexual and liked little boys as
well as women, or he liked me anyway. Still, then came lifeguard pal
of the great magical telephone Albright family, and I speak of the
great brother of Sarah, mighty muscle dude and lifeguard right there
at the SANDS HOTEL BEACH in Ventnor at CORNWALL AVENUE. Now whether
or not they had any connections with the great SANDS CASINO that came
to Atlantic City quite a number of years later from when I was
staying there; that would be anybody's best GUEST-GUESS
and with or without Deliverance-Hexagrams, Neo-Ho-Rengay
Chants, Hollister Wiccan High Priestess Clubs, home address
quintessential long-shot coincidences, or WASHCLOTH FAMILIES FROM
DOE. And no people, not the Department Of Energy, but rather, DOE
is DOGTOWN ON EARTH for
Crissake!!!!!!!! How anyone sober enough to know their damn name,
doesn't see how that wild EDEN DREAM in 1997 with the 27 year old
PINK GODDESS, is anything other than what I believe it to be, blows
my mind to its absolute ultimate epitome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before
anyone counts me out as far as being the only one alive who has
memory in great detail, of the timeless Purgatory; needs to see one
really powerful ass point here. No movie that I am aware of, no
person on any show, no internet data anywhere, seems to know of the
3-D type of condition-interaction that we exist as a part of on this
Astral-Plane of ENERGY, that is in-between absolute zero dimensional
void and the great and completely so far misunderstood PLANCK-TIME,
right before the BIG BANG; that is using the word “BEFORE”,
as if that can ever truly equate to the Astral-Plane. I also appear
to be the only one who has ever seemingly figured out just what the
great ASTRAL-PALNE GODS (Coins & Coils of hyper high energetic
values), directly implanted into the human-brain system of one of our
most famous persons on this Earth-Planet. I speak of course of the
great Physicist Sir Albert Einstein. His famous formula that my
daughter wanted to use to make a connection with me after I began to
blog a couple of years and was still totally unaware of any past
memories; shows the whole world that the physical plane and the
astral plane is really the very same thing except that one becomes
the other one when either multiplied by or divided by the other, as
in the recognized E=MC-SQ or M=E/C-SQ. If my wisdom was not honest
and complete, then how would I be the only one around and back as far
as a decade plus of time ago, who knows the truth of the 3-D purg, as
well as what the gods really wanted Sir Albert to become aware of. I
cannot help it if the world only used half of the formula, and
the half that in all truth, is not one tenth as important as the
other half. But it is the opposite and inverted way that it works,
that tells the truth of who we all are, and how we all got here in
this life, and where we will be going 'after this life', if you all
insist on using the time illusion!
Folks,
please do not even think about underestimating my truth that Atlantic
City in more than one dimension in hyperspace is what my woes and
hellishness is all about. People
wake up from DREAM-EXPERIENCES in all kinds of weird moods, and for
decades now, it has been refered to many times as “waking up on the
wrong side of the bed”. If for example, you should have a
dream that your boss or coworker did some hideous and horrific thing
to you, and awaken with that memory only half way on inside of your
conscious mind recall; you will be in a
heightened mood and state to act out from this, should that
person here in the waking life, be unfortunate enough to start
anything at all with you that you may not like, and then this could
have life altering effects from losing a job and later a home, or to
getting a fucking police and criminal record, and on and on I can go.
You all live in the dark ages people. You in this time of 2020
dinosaur life are clueless to the true power of
the 5th
dimensional hyperspace. When I say that Atlantic City in
hyperspace total is all the true complete reasons for my entire life
here going the way that it has, you really should not underestimate
for a second, the reality of the fifth dimension and the great
Morianity preached, TOWEL-SEEPAGE-EFFECTS of this incredible truth.
Before you knew how to spell or do simple addition and subtraction,
that too was every bit as foreign an idea to you as this is; and ALL
OF YOU KNOW THAT I AM MAKING PERFECT SENSE HERE WITH THAT COMPARISON.
The reasons that some things appear to be so strong are not just
coming from one part of the space time mind system, and that is
simple truth. When any of you had that rotten experience of someone
around you disliking you quite intensely for absolutely no apparent
reason, you must realize that the reasons may not be three and four
dimensional, but rather 5th dimensional. I had several
kids back when I was in my teens and even before that who came up to
me not knowing me from a pile of rat shit, saying, “Kid, I hate
your guts”. That kid had good reasons to in the 5th
dimension. Not in the lesser one-universe-reality, but still, it is
every bit as real. As more time goes along, we will talk about many
things that are remembered by me in parallel words that pertain to
Atlantic City, and some have very direct connections to here, such as
in 1997 when I had that wild experience with Paula King, and then
there she was after 27 fucking years, right there on Tennessee Avenue
for me to drive along and see, and believe me folks; there
is only one PK of ACNJ. Her size and
beauty are mind boggling, and no red blooded dude could miss her on a
city street, unless he carries a tin cup and a cane and has a damn
dog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But me' 'pernt' here Sir Archibald
Bunkerqueens, is that this bible stuff where prophets have dreams and
GOD supposedly has shown them how to decode the 5th
dimensional TSE (Towel-Seepage-Effect) of hyperspace; is one and the
same thing, every bit luike the great Marvel Comic character of Clark
Kent and Superman.
Folks,
I plan to shortly COPYRIGHT my entire
BLOG-URL. A pal of mine has shown me how
to do it, and I know that I must do it. Even now, it is officially
copyrighted as this is how copyrights work when the claimant makes
the claim of ownership, as I have of course done throughout this
blogging project that began early in January of 2006. I also plan to
shortly find a cheap private-eye to help me
locate PHHH, or see if she still lives here on the
Earth-Planet. I know my daughter would not tell me if I asked her,
and it would just be a futile waste of my time. I have my reasons for
wanting to talk to her, and many people are smart enough to at least
partially understand some of my methods of madness as some might
call it. Now let me tell you a quick story that of course the
great World
Pandemic
is effecting me with, and I realize that we all are going
through lots of damn shit as a result of this thing so I do not in
the least bit underplay the woes of other folks on me' blogs. I fully
believe that the 605 Construction Company operation is a bit more
complicated than what I had originally suspected, and I also believe
that my pal Kev thinks he knows what he does, but like all things,
none of us are as smart as we think that we are sometimes, yo. They
have him totally fooled, at least IMHO. They work as a team. Dory who
moved down to the 4th floor has a unit on the south facing
side of the building and her old unit where Mister Mex lives now is
facing the north side, so no matter how I might try to ever slip in
or out of the building by car, they can see me. One of them will
always be able to spot me, and then they can easily call the other
one on a cellphone and before I have walked half way across the
parking lot if going out or get half way up to my apartment if coming
back; the one who sees me can contact the other. This is how the
music begins many times, as told on other blogs. I know Kev means
well, but just as other peeps think that I am too fucking paranoid, I
think that they are too trusting of people's evil rotten intentions
and nature. “That”, as Ziggy Malyeska said in 1969, simply put;
“is the way it goes”. Dennis Snyder could also chime in here too
with his now famous, “And that's just reality, son”. In any case,
lots of shit is happening and I do not discuss all of it, but will as
time keeps moving ever onward in its wild physical-world illusion
that in truth is only and always simply, the ETERNAL-NOW!
Governor
Desantis of Florida has given the declaration just yesterday, for all
seniors that are age 65 years and above, SUCH AS GOOD OL' WHITTLE ME,
THE MOUNTAINPEN, to remain sheltered in place, OTHER THAN for the
purposes of life's necessities, which thank the gods of the
Astral-Plane, include the pharmacy and the grocery store as well as
gasoline stations. I have a full tank and only fill up about once per
season since I hardly ever drive anywhere, so my only two places that
I may be going to within the fourteen day shelter in place deal would
be the local Walgreen's and the local Publix. Both have special hours
for us seniors also, and as I type, they are open at five past seven
this morning. I took a short break from my blog by the way and am
continuing on now with it and this is why there is a large gap in the
time since I started it.
Another
correction to my blog is for those who know a little bit about
Citizens Band Radio of the good old days and the numerous coded
expressions and handles used by the operators of this now ancient
communication system after the creation of modern day Social-Media
systems. I had a powerful quick dreaming interaction just last night
where I was back at the Pennsylvania Starburn property headquarters,
and it seemed to be continuing from where another interaction from
over a year ago had left off. This is where my daughter was with me
and another person was with us as well. She was holding about three
large boxes of some kind of exotic cheese, and is where the stuff all
began on older blogs regarding my being screwed with by the
medical-world back then with medication shortages, and thus causing
me to go to another pharmacy clear across this large town to the
northern border of it, called Butterfields. I won't bore anyone with
more detail, but Merry was askingme to do her a favor and when I
asked her what it was, she told me in no uncertain terms but in a
nice way and with a pleasant voice, to quit talking about and
complaining about alligators and lizards when I am in Florida. The
dirt bag MILITUFORCE ENEMIES just struck me with their fave-hack, the
(WORD-DISAPPEARING HACK), what total mother fucking jerk off
ass hole pricks!!!!!!!!!!!!! But getting back to the BUTTERCHEESE and
FAVORS, and CB-RADIO jargon, she told me that I was confusing the
coded expressions used on the CB system, mixing up the Christmas and
Birthday gifts. She was totally right, and speaking of the epitome of
proving how 5th dimensional hyperspace TSE is so damn
real, if this doesn't show what I mean, then simply put folks,
NOTHING EVER WILL!
Well
I suppose that some people have figured out by now that I am not
imagining the DEATH ANGEL sound.
Obviously Sir Mortimer Mortino
has been unusually busy for some time now, and even before the virus,
getting ready for his ultimate transportation system would be one
wild way of putting it. I do not imagine shit, great people no matter
how many out here want to wish that to be so. But is Morty done yet?
Give me a fuckign break. Trump is the biggest criminal on the planet.
He is clueless to the fact that if does not carefully make sure the
bell curve and domino effect of the American spread of this Cornwall
19 day HELL coded-counterpart, is not kept in much better check, up
to two million AMERICAN LIVES COULD IN THEORY BE LOST, with
unfathomable sickened numbers of survivors as well, and a totally
wrecked economy for two straight decades. But all he cares about are
HIS PALS IN THE BILLY CLUB, and we all know this, and none of us seem
to be able to stand up against this quintessential tyranny. I feel
that conspiracy theory nuts may not be wrong. This entire thing could
really andtruly have been planned by his pals in China and HIM
together, not to come to the aid of things like some white knight on
a magic horse, but to forever alter America and create a two class
system of NOBLES and SERFS that will go on forever, with his royal
fuckign family at the top of the mountain!!! Anyone worried about
that fuckign stock market is nothing but a totally ignorant fool.
Things now are far beyond that stupid ass fuckign Dow Jones. I know
that a few great peeps like the Majority Leader in the H.O.R., and
the Minority Leader in the U.S. Senate, Pelosi and Chumer, BOTH ARE
TOTALLY AWARE OF EVERYTHING I SAID; AND SEE
THESE TRUTHS AS DEFINITE AND ABSOLUTE GODDAMN
POSSIBILITIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyone out here can watch that
great “Law & Order television show, and the episode with the
SARS VIRUS and Mizz Anna Hopkins. This entire thing for all we know
was cooked up by TRUMP and his horrible MOB from DOGTOWN, to take
over the United States forever. For those who hate me for sayign
these things or think I am going way too far, well, you are entitled
to your opinion, and I am to mine. I did not say it has to be, but I
WOULD NOT COUNT THIS OUT FOR A MINUTE, not a New York
MINUTE!!!!!!!!!!! Oh boy, here comes my (`~HACK). WOW and
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! Give me a break, or cut me
one anyway, Mizz Margie 1985 Leo, willya'? Come on. The entire
DEMOCRATIC CONVENTION has been put on hold with this thing. Also, I
told you all 6,7,8,9,10 months or more ago now, that Sir Donald won't
stop at ANYTHING to win the 2020 ELECTION and I told you he is a
monster straight from DOGTOWN or actually the BRIGGBASE. I wouldn't
trust Donald John Trump as far as I could throw that couch that Patty
Hollister picked up that day on March 1, 1975 when she and her pal
Santa came over to help my mom and I move from Oaklyn to Lindenwold!
In those days, couches, especially fold out bed couches, weighed
between three and four hundred pounds, and ask any antique dealer or
someone very knowledgeable about furniture and they'll fucking
absolutely confirm my story here, yo yo yo BRO!!!!!!!
Let
me add in one more item, and later on near future blogs, we
can always get back to busting out
Jim Rockford's teeth, or just elaborating on any of the
subjects touched on with this blog, and the several prior ones as
well. Yessir, IPYT great people, yo! Think of my horrible mother
fucking HUNTINGTON CURSE like a
volume knob on an older
stereo amplifier, since new audio equipment is all digital
with up and down remote controlled buttons, and the like. When I
played professionally at the New Jersey casinos in the year 1986,
using PARALLEL EVENT APPLIED TO OUTSIDE ROULETTE BETS, my average
long run playing luck if actually measured and charted, was still
well within the 45-55 range that any mathematician will agree is a
generous wide range at best. Again I stress here that we are talking
about measuring our luck in a LONG TERM RUN
which means many hundreds of endlessly averaged testing results. I
know for a fact, that even in the long running testing of my personal
luck, AFTER THAT MAGICAL DATE OF AUGUST 15th in 1986; THIS
HUMAN CONSTANT FOR ALL PEOPLE OR JUST ABOUT ALL PEOPLE ANYWAY,
ALTERED FOREVER WITH ME. My luck tests show a range of high thirties
at best, year after year after year. This if done in a recognized
fucking laboratory somewhere, would make me actually famous, at least
in the mathematical and perhaps the medical and research labs world,
all over this globe! This is why my system that I was using in 1986,
WORKED, because the parallel event in the game of Roulette, with
outside betting on the three possible parameters that the 36-non
green numbers in the game generate; is able to generate a LONG
RUNNING PLAY EVENT OF 7%, OVER THE OTHERWISE RANDOM OF 50/50 CHANCE
TO WIN. So factoring in their edge or VIG as the gambling industry
calls it, and this being 5.26% as a result of their HOUSE-GREEN-ZERO
number or numbers; leaving the inconceivable +1.74% PLAYER ADVANTAGE.
Now with the average luck that we all have, this small amount of
advantage over the game, allowed me to pocket lots of gaming chips, a
total of 92 of them in eight months time of consistent play and my
value chips were the 100 dollar black money chips. So to stop me from
being able to keep doing this, the HALLS FAWCES who know more than I
do by far as their power COMES FROM BEYOND THIS GODDAMN WORLD
COMPLETELY; and they used what Morianity now calls and labels,
“NEGAMAGGING”. This is a term that simply means they harass and
persecute a person covertly and invisibly to the point of destroying
a person's entire life, and by doing this, it brings down the 45-55
LUCK AVERAGE that we all otherwise would have, and that I had, even
under the Huntington Curse, before 8-15-1986. So as for the stereo
volume knob, just think of this knob as the VOLUME OF MY HUNTINGTON
CURSE. Now to make a little example out of this, picture before
August of 1986, the curse volume knob on say, NUMBER THREE, MAYBE
NUMBER 4, and then AFTER THE AUGUST OF 1986 DEAL, it got literally
cranked up to maybe NUMBER 8 OR NUMBER 9. Most old seventies amps had
numbers 1-10 with an off area as well as anywhere between three and
eight notches between the numbers. This should as best as possible
however, make my point here with this shit, yo
BREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! And here comes yet another (`~HACK),
WO!!!!! No sir, do not think for a fuckign second that I have not
spent DECADES of time now on researching and testing and messing with
all of these mathematical equations and concepts, because peeps, I
goddamn have!
Trump
and his peeps seem to work the same exact way and I have carefully
observed and noticed these behaviors ever since he got into office in
Washington. He will make sure that the important bell curve in this
virus is not correctly adhered to, by lessening how many dominoes
that could fall now rather than later, only he is not doing it that
way, and the smart people who are onto his ways, SEE THIS AS CLEARLY
AS JOHNN Y NASH SAW THE SUNSHINE IN THE EARLY SEVENTIES ANDWENT ONTO
SING A SONG ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!! All he cares about is the stock
market, the billionaires, and his personal fucking wealth. It is
really that simple, and the MILITUFORCE is his to command. The bible
has warned all of us long before he came into power. It told all
about this prick, 'A' through 'Z' with nothing left to the
imagination. The great asshole TBN Christian Network even had movies
about him and called him Nickoli. Then they turn right around and get
totally blinded by his shit and his unholy trickster secret methods
of blessing the JEWS and protecting unborn babies from abortion
doctors. This is one HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE HOAX that makes any and all
balloon is 2009 look like a struck match next to an atomic fucking
bomb going off. I watch and I know what will happen, because I know
how to read a fucking bible, me people. It all may indeed be a giant
game of the gods, but they have all the power and they insist that we
take their games one hundred percent seriously.
If I wasn't the one who had to clean it all up, I swear I would puke
all over my room right this minute, just thinking about all of this
horrible dogshit for Crissake!!!!!!!!!!!! And here comes another
mother fucking (`~HACK), oh wonderful ladies and gentlemen out
heredahelda and OUT HERE Toothpaste AND TOO, GREAT MICROSOFT
CORPORATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Alligators and hyperspace, gimme' a break
here willya' Merry
Butterfields Hollister?
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Hey
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I
AIN'T GOT A PENNY, AND I
AM JUDGMENT PROOF,
KATY!
AUGUST
6, 2014,
WEDNESDAY
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HERE
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THE
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©
2006-2020
MARK
WAYNE
MOHR
ALL
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THE
'BOM'
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER
CHAPTER
47
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
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MARCH 24, 2020
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This
blog is about 1997, and not so much about 2020 or believe it or not
1986 or 1983. 1997 was one hell of a wild year, and of course was the
inverted digital year of the great last year of disco, good old 1979.
But that is only a part of why 1997 was so powerful, as this is when
SARAH KRASSLE chained me up
forever in a very inescapable way, and even let me know it in a way
that only I can fully understand. A more apropos expression for the
times of today and right now, would be, in a way that only I am able
to really GET. This ties into many things that WON'T be harped on
with this initial opening blog on this topic, as something much more
powerful, as well as quintessentially sinister, needs addressing
right now, me' people!
I
will be talking about the way DECADES OF CALENDAR TIME appear at
least with me and in my own life, all do one common damn thing. I
speak of becoming as major in a CHANGING WAY, as it is major to those
who go by calendars as we humans do, and then we suddenly find
ourselves seemingly quite magically transported one day, after the
ball in NYC drops; into a brand new decade.
Rather than continue onward with that particular item, we hold it
instead in a short abeyance here, and move still onward with the
topic of ATLANTIC CITY IN 5th
DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE. You see people yo, I am now going to
admit something quite mother fucking totally HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE here, TO
MYSELF ACTUALLY, and then as a resulting factor of course, to
all of you, me' loyal following
Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have been wrong on something all along, all throughout this more than
fourteen year blogging project now. Maybe not so much wrong, but
merely unintentionally in a circumstance of doing a very human thing,
misleading myself on things that in true fact, I knew better all
along and didn't want to admit it to me'self, yo BREEEEE! All along
for longer than these bogs have existed actually great people out
here, I thought that just plain
old ATLANTIC CITY RIGHT HERE
IN THIS DIMENSION,
was the true and absolute heart of all of the things going on in my
life, ever since very early
childhood. I
STAND CORRECTED BY MY OWN SELF, and the life
circumstances that reared their ugly damn head for many decades,
eventually bringing me to the new and revised conclusions that this
philosophy and idea is only half correct. Great folks; if I do not
say that the entire fifth dimensional hyperspace of MANY MANY MANY
MANY MANY ATLANTIC CITY'S are not all commingled and interconnected
into all of this, then I LIE TO MYSELF,
and then as a result, to everyone else
that I ever address, regarding my life story, unfortunately. What
made me finally see this truth once and for all just yesterday,
Monday the 24th of March? Well, laugh or cry, or do
whatever you wish as you read these words, anyone out there; but I
can thank that horrible monster we all call the Corona
Virus, Strain Identification #19. No, I won't go into the
details to how this all fits so incredibly together, at least not
right now; but there is a little time for me to discuss a few opening
details of all of these revised concepts. Since the change of many
things, along with calendar numbers, every ten years fits a lot into
these relatively new ideas, I will first go on to discuss this a
little bit more. Maybe some of you can relate, and maybe some do not
relate, so I'll only tell a tiny bit about my own life but I'll also
add in major changing events in the world as the decades changed.
First, they did not all happen on the dot of New Years day of each
new decade, but the change cannot be ignored even though it may be
off a little bit here and there, even by several months. I was born
in 1954. In 1960, my dad was about to start a job as a mobile home
salesman in Allentown, Pennsylvania. When he got his position through
his pal Mister Herb Moyer, he and my mom and me all moved to the
neighboring area called Quakertown, and lived in one of the trailers
that another friend of my dad, a Quakertown farmer who owned a lot of
acreage and planted cornfields everywhere; allowed him to place the
mobile home on, and I went on to begin my present persona-life as the
current-me physically, in a very unusual connection and communication
with a nature force that we all call “LIGHTNING”.
Needless to say as the following decade-change came, incredible
things appeared to be all happening that seemingly has to this day
still beyond inconceivable connections with this nature force. Move
to the decade after that one where I move into Robin Hill #1802 and
we need not even go there to fulfill my point. Then we move to the
nineties decade. Not only is the 'LOIS FOCA'
song, part of a prediction into this time period that was even
completely fulfilled by the hurricane named HUGO with the Atlantic
City streets all filled with debris; but Paula
King at this time, was already doing some wild things that I
was unaware of; and she was the one whom I saw in that unfathomable
DREAM, right outside the Frailenger's
Salt Water Taffy Store on Tennessee Avenue. Then in 2000 came
the great Billy Harner MUSICAL PROJECT that was all about SARAH. 2010
speaks for itself with the great kidnapping of poor little me, by
that nightmare FAMILY OF WASHCLOTHS
AND HOLLISTER'S. 2020,
well, we are not even going to go here today, oh great ladies and
gentleman out here!!!!!!!!!
Now
1997 as well as the short time era before it and after it, is a whole
other matter of course. This was the year my mother was turned into a
zombie on the day after Christmas. It was the year of that magical
day of 12 JULY on 10-SC AVENUE in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. It was
the year of the great TIME TRIP WITH MAGIC SHOE BOX FUTURE TABLET
DEVICES. It was the year that I remembered for th every first time
that on the ASTRAL-PLANE of true existence, I AM RICTAFARIUS, and I
live in Ricktown with Lightning Goddess DIANA,
along Astral-Highway or (LINELANE) #9910, and am here dreaming that I
am inside of a physical shell-body going by the identity and name of
Mark Wayne Mohr. It is the year that I met Robert McGuire, after
having that horrendous wild hexagram throw on PEARL
HARBOR
DAY in 1996, and being given the DELIVERENCE
HEXAGRAM. It is the year that after meeting that horrible
monster psychic of Glendora, Mizz Paula Uwich
that major damn things of a totally psychic type of nature,
started happening to me. But in all of this and still lots more, we
are only going to focus on one of them on this blog, and that being,
the day I came out of that wild DREAM on the
late morning of the 12th
of July, and ended up in Atlantic
City, on Tennessee Avenue, and seeing PAULA KING, who I hadn't
seen in nearly three full decades since the time we all were on a
public transit bus late on the night of 12 July in 1970. Yes, the
separation in time was the electrical number amount of years, from
1970 until 1997, and right to the very day. There are 365 and a
quarter days to a year, so what are the odds of that, but one to
three-hundred-sixty-five for crying out mother fucking loud, yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
all led me to write many songs that I of course COPYRIGHTED, as shown
here above!
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Beautiful
yo; we just got past the Jane Sleazeweedsdisease page here, and now
are typing on word-dock-open-office page 12 of goddamn 12, so
TEE-HEE-HEE all over again, MIZZ LILLY EVOYNE
DECARLO MUNSTER!!!!!
I
won't forget the 12th day of July in 1970, nor the 12th
day in July, 27 YEARS LATER,
while all grown up and living in that damn Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG
DEATH HOUSE, as I have called and labeled it for over a decade now on
me' MORIANITY. The first full day away from my 19-DAY stay with that
child molester, Mister Thomas J. Reale on Cornwall Avenue in Ventnor,
the town just to the south of Atlantic City, was July 13, numerically
expressed as 713. Thirteen years later while residing in Atco at the
Pliner rental home on Norris Avenue, my subconscious mind remembered
what my waking world consciousness had totally forgotten about. On
the 19th of September in 1983, I told LIGHTNING to call me
on PRIVECODE #713, and it made a gargantuan impression on my mind,
and to this day, or rather until right now TODAY, I never knew why.
We all know the wild story of Brian the
guard-house man on duty at the then Golden
Nugget Hotel and Casino, and how he told me when I arrived
down at the parking lot at just past midnight on 9-20-1983,
how Mizz Diana Ross had just been there,
right there in the guardhouse, “waiting to
speak to somebody”, and to this day he never knew that I was
that somebody. I overslept and got there late and just missed her,
hence my song lyrics of ERNIE sent me on a journey, too late, the end
of gold fate, no matter when I show! In any case, back now to the
12th of JULY in 1997, fourteen years later on. Yes we can
forget about the wild time trips back to my high school, the wild
transdimensional song that the great and
talented Mizz Mariah Carey sang before the Publishers
Clearinghouse Prize Patrol Truck arrived outside of my
Somerdale death-house door, in that parallel world, and all of it;
but let us NEVER EVER forget for one New York damn heartbeat
microsecond, how I was GIVEN THAT SARAH KARGE (CIGAR) DREAM that led
me down to Tennessee Avenue, 27 years after the bus ride that ended
my 19-day-Cornwall Avenue stay; and how there she was, right outside
of McGuire's great illustrious ALMIGHTY Pittsburgh Hotel and Erin
Bar, that lays right next door to where the great Estelle Anderson
Bassler of Ormond Beach, Florida, had her great awesome Chester
Perkowski BOLIVAR HOTEL that caught fire after the WORM HOLE
activated one night in the very early nineteen-seventies, forever
changing Tennessee Avenue, with another mighty DECADE-CHANGING
reality!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There was the great PINK
GODDESS, in that wild DREAM (hyperspace interaction) on the
night of the eleventh of July in 1997, and she was standing right
there, flicking cigars against the wall of the still standing
Endicott Hotel. In this wild interaction, there was a STATE
POLICE BARRACKS in place of McGuire's
Almighty Hotel (Pittsburgh). Yes David
Roth, some 'hornets nest I opened up' there in Atlantic City;
huh bud???!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT and a great big
fucking HUUUUUUUUGE BIG ASS BUTT and but yo; the
real power is that one particular dimension in all of the vast and
virtually limitless fifth dimensional hyperspace, seemingly contains
the full truths to ALL OF THESE THINGS, and me being
so damn fucking limited to this one universe of the waking world's
here and now am unable to ever fully access these powerhouse truths,
and of course quite obviously, is the key to breaking out of this
mellenia old HUNTINGTON CURSE!!!!!!!!!! What I have never told a soul
is that I was TOLD by PINK GODDESS through HOLLISTER-CHANNELING whom
I learned of from this lovely 'witch' or 'whatever, master,
mistress', back about six and seven years ago while living right here
in this horrible P.H. BUILDING of all great JRSS all over the place;
to rent or purchase certain video movies as more answers would be in
them. But before I could, all of my damn VCR's were suddenly, and
very mother fucking mysteriously broken, and no repair shop in this
entire fucking cunt lapping county would repair them. This
ended my being able to find those answers and secret codes, or
'WHATEVER', as my old country vocalist Sir Bob Andrews would
say it back in the days of 1975, and who then became a great Federal
Congressman a decade later. PINK
GODDESS told me to do this, and to this day, I hope to do
this someday, and I mean it. So that promise can be thought of, in
the circles of CB-RADIO, and all great magic mushrooms all over the
place in magical carriages and lanterns and strobing lights on Woodie
Guthrie Islands, as THISSSSSSSSSS, since the time is apropos, or will
be in a few damn days. All I know for sure is that I must obey my
ASTRAL TEEN QUEEN, if I am to survive
this HORRIBLE DAMN HUNTINGTON CURSE!!!!!!!!
THE
END, AND SMELLING GOUUUUUUUUD!
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BLOGS
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©
2006-2020
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WAYNE
MOHR
ALL
RIGHTS RESERVED ®
THE
'BOM'
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER
CHAPTER
46
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
MONDAY,
MARCH 23, 2020
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I
am one angry person, perhaps even madder than ever in the history of
my post August-1986 RETURN TRIP FROM WHO REALLY KNOWS WHERE, and
leading to the Huntington Curse going on a steroidal rampage,
SQUARED, and then CUBED!!!!!!!!
The
exact time that I had planned on moving and leaving Florida, as well
as reestablishing my damn credit; happened
to be the exact time that the world began getting crucified by this
Corona Virus Pandemic hellishness. I for one, and laugh
all you want to everybody out here; DON'T BELIEVE THIS IS SOME RANDOM
COINCIDENCE, not by a Perry White shouting phone match with Mister
Kent Henderson/Louigee LONGSHOT!!!!!!!!!!
No
matter how absurd and WEEDEEKAWUSS it may sound or appear to be by
anyone anywhere, I do not believe in ENDLESS AND ALWAYS NEGATIVE-FOR
ME-COINCIDENCES! I just don't, and that's all there damn is to it
great peeps. Then we have this goddamn
incredible Republican Senate, who I can't even imagine who
they really think they're fooling, attempting
to take the stimulus money that hopefully will fix things in
this country before all is lost forever, or for many decades at
least; and give just about all of it to the
RICH POWERFUL PEEPS AGAIN, in the continued operating
procedures of endlessly using their beyond wicked TRICKLE-DOWN
ECONOMIC DISASTROUS operations of unchanging bullshit, that
every non-wealthy person knows fully well is the HUGEST
FUCKING CON JOB EVER INVENTED IN THIS SO-CALLED FREE SOCIETY OF THE
WESTERN WORLD; and give it to every single group and person
who ABSOLUTELY DOESN'T NEED TO HAVE IT, and
leave out all the few deserving and needy peeps, AS ALWAYS.
All that will happen is that the big boys will use it for STOCK
(BUY-BACKS) and other things like personal corporate executive
award-bonuses, and on and on, just as was the case in the
so-called 2008-2009 economic disaster. I am not against helping the
large corporate systems at all, providing a law is attached
immediately that prevents this mother fucking totally abhorrent
behavior, and never forces them to help out the little workers and
employees, and NOT TO JUST LINE THEIR GREEDY FILTHY MONSTROUS
POCKETS, AND ONLY THEIR GODDAMN POCEKTS; YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!
This
as you all know is not a CURRENT EVENTS BLOG, but rather the
Morianity Bible, and this is literally an entity that exists outside
of regular time and normal day to day operations of the world that we
all must physically live and exist in while contained within our
bodies. But people, some things happen, that effect the author of
this blog-project, in ways so gargantuan; that it is simply not
possible to exclude these items. Just as the great Holy Christian
Bible discusses the great Roman Governor PP, or the Emperor of Rome,
or the Roman Gods, and numerous things that are part of every day
society, or were back in those times. Not only can't I move away from
my horrendous woes or plan anything during these incredible wild
times, but I have to concern myself with other things such as my five
medications that I need to take, an dhow this pandemic is effecting
my ability to obtain my meds through the ALMIGHTY PHARMACEUTICAL
CHAIN called the Walgreen's, my Health
Maintenance Organization
called Humana, and so forth. When things like this world disaster
happen, other people go through lots of DOGTOWN, and I am not making
light of that fact for a mother fucking goddamn New York
micro-minute. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT and I do mean BIG ASS
BUTT AND BUT HERE FOLKS; when others are having problems, then you
can know that the HALLS FAWCES that are organizing all of this evil,
are also making damn sure that my woe-wiz-me's are countless times
worse as a direct result! Speaking of hassles and dogshit, I am going
to have to replace this computer with the updated WINDOWS-10 system,
with brand new mouse and keyboard included, as this piece of shit
system is making me crazy as a pile of fucking busted walnuts on a
circus filled with retarded damn monkeys. I have a busted SHIFT-BAR,
I have a dialogue box that pops up and annoys me every time I do
anything that I always used to do without it setting it off, a fucked
up mouse that causes many stupid things to happen that shouldn't, and
numerous other such annoyances. I must get another computer fucking
system.
Now
I do not have all the details, but I have a powerful reason for
saying what I now will say, or believing in its truth, to say it more
accurately here. I think that someone here in
Fort Pierce has been arrested for messing with the cable service (MY
CABLE SERVICE) here in my building. What IS NOT ONE BIT DAMN
FAIR, is that I never am allowed to meet my persecuting enemies in a
court of law, and be allowed to participate in their criminal
prosecution, as a witness for the people. The great pass-time for me
for many years now, the TV-SHOW called (L&O), has shown me that
indeed, there are secret warrants, secret courts, secret grand jury
proceedings, and many covert operations that go on around us, and
when a person such as myself has been targeted for decades as someone
believed to be a national security threat for numerous possible
reasons, there isn't squat I can ever do about my situation other
than endlessly keep attempting to live and survive throughout this
nightmare hell. What are the two main reasons for this belief, you
may be pondering? Well number one is the strange wiring and cables
strewn out all over the floor below my floor and the problem that I
was having since last summer with almost daily outages and freezes
all stopping after this final visitation from the Comcast Supervisor
Repair Person. And number two is the parallel event and the world
falling apart, since obviously everything always connects, and I have
made this claim and to this very day and hour, I hold firmly and
tightly to my beliefs that are based on serious mathematical
equations and decades of scientific charting and laboratory research
on the matter of how I appear to be in this
endless reverse to the wealthy billionaire's economy of the Scott
Ransom Tod Realty 1988 Car-Bug CLUB! Unlike many peeps of the
Marola-Majority from 1969 my people, I
NON'T DENY REALITY, just because it seems to be the
epitome of weird and irrational. If Mizz Zenkiss's statement to
Mister Smith is on that damn blackboard, with or without any assists
from my daughter and her Hollywood math teacher; then to quote the
great and now late or the LATENGRATE Mizz Dawn-Marie King here folks,
yo; “It is what it is”! And that's just reality, son; to quote
the mighty man of Elm, New Jersey wisdom, Sir Dennis Snyder!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
HA-HA-HA
Jane Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit Waterwitchbitch;
you missed me again, by the thin single mucousy hair of the nose,
with your page eleven ONE GROUPATION ASSAULT. Still, me' five's will
be posted up just for goddamn posterity, yo!
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Here
is a little bio information about the Head-Morian, as requested by
the original blog website that I joined in 2006 to begin my blogs and
the Morianity-Project:
MY
LINK TO OLD BLOGS IS AS FOLLOWS:
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Blogger since January 2006
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So
why did Ultimate Fighter Sir David tell me to GO AND WASH MY HANDS,
AND WHY DID NICK CANNON GO ON TO ADVERTISE FOR THE GREAT
DISNEY-MONSTER HEADPHONES AFTER HIS DOPPELGANGER TOLD ME IN A
PARALLEL UNIVERSE TWO YEARS OR SO EARLIER, THAT MY MACHINES “MAKE
MONSTER-ASS RECORDINGS” for crying out loud?
GO
WASH YOUR HANDS
10:24
POST MERIDIAN, 5 NOVEMBER, 2013
4:27
ANTE' MERIDIAN, 23 MARCH, 2020
hay
yo, it's all the same reality of the eternal now.
I
could type in 7:12 AM, 30 MAY, 2084.
The
problem with the eternal now is that it is as real as your arm.
However, your arm is only as real as the eternal now. No matter where
in time we are, you all know I do not make up a lie or a nutty story
when I say it is RIGHT NOW. When you say next year or next week or
tomorrow, that date and time comes around and you no longer see it as
something away from you in some untouchable future. We see evidence
of how buildings in our cities change throughout the years and how we
change in the mirror as well. Many people wish they DID NOT SEE THAT,
but we all do see it. Things seem to wear old, get old, and lose heat
and energy. Scientists say that this entropy causes the aging
effects, but this is a lie and a huge damn illusion. We touch our
desk or our phone or our self, and we feel the solidity of things.
More damn lies and illusion that our five senses insist on deceiving
us with. In truth, everything is made up of tiny little ion particles
that glitter and roll around and are all held tightly together in a
magnetic field. The thing we seem to feel AS SOLID, is the
electromagnetic field, not the object that we touch. That brick wall
in your home is a mass of glowing ions held together by 'magical
forces' that no one truly understands, not the greatest minds on this
damn planet. With each passing miniscule piece of fractional time
seconds that I call 'instants in consciousness' or IIC for short; all
that is really truly happening is a tiny wee bit more of memory
suddenly interconnects the energy in our brain systems. This produces
the illusion that yesterday is now a little bit further back away
from where we truly are now, supposedly. And in this eternal now,
exists a quite magical virtually limitless menu of possible
menu-choice new connections to be added into our brain's
interconnected system. We literally pluck out piece by piece, the
items of our life from sort of a very near term menu of choices. The
details to how this actually exists in a fifth dimensional fabric,
accessed only through a greater part of the mind or the subconscious
mind (in dreams), is way beyond anything that I could hope to attempt
to communicate to humanity about on one or even one million blogs.
For now, I say only this, and I will now at total random, copy and
paste in THISSSSSSSSSS too, lovely Erica, as all dots endlessly
connect. Redfield's great JRSS deal that his gr4eat Celestine books
discuss in greater length and detail, is all about how the Lawtronic
System of the 7th
Dimension, incorporates any true desiring person for wisdom on any
matter, to actually open up a sort of long corridor where almost
endless doors stretch up and down along it, and then we can begin to
open them up and explore the many possibilities of things for
ourselves. Nobody can ever teach us things such as what pain is, or
what the color purple is. You have to have those personal damn
experiences all for yourselves. Even the COVID 19 crap. We all will
experience this item as well, in many different ways. There is no
hidden message or code here in my words, merely straight up
motherfucking truths, yo peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SAFE JOURNAL,
CHAPTER 0481
KING NEBNOOSHOO
HUNTINGTONCURSED
YES I AGREE, “WHAT
A FAMILY”
WORLD LABORATORIES
OF 2295
SEND-BACK-TEXT-DATE
AND TIME FILE:
(DATFILE):
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CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER
FOUR:
“MANY PEOPLE SAY
FUCK THE WORLD, WOW DO I MEAN IT”
© 2006-2012 MARK
WAYNE MOHR/MWM/MF-2/BOM
VOLUNTARILY TAKEN
OATH, WITH FULL PENALTIES, TAKEN BY ME AND DOUBLING AS SJ-CH-0481
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
Today and yesterday
folks, has not been one of my better '48 hours' or two-day-Earth
rotation periods, or DAYS, resulting from WOMO ENEMY death beams,
and also neighborhood attacks of various forms. Things could be
worse, Lenny McKinnon and other career related folks, but with all of
my glittering hopes for a brighter future now totally shattered away,
I will say this much. At least I have made plans for a quiet quick
suicide shortly, and if it takes, then the world will finally be rid
of fucking me; once and for all. B4I do this, things will begin being
told, all the way from the mighty Atlantic City, New Jersey, as well
as shady Washburn Washcloth Mayors, and advice given to young ladies
by me, upon several occasions; going all the way to wondering if the
'big three', could be the 'big four', and why this does not also
explain my attachment to Bernie Super-dad DAG Derakowski, the lousy
janitor of both permission barriers, as well as all other
sociological barriers, and anyone not following the great stuff on H2
or Science Channels, is missing out on some real powerful stuff, that
in time, I feel just might totally vindicate me, and all of my
Morianity; and allow me to force Jason Forrest and WFMU, to remove my
horns from the internet, and my tin foil hat as well. Kiss my 90%
white and 10% black ass, dude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Florida has had a lot
of kids killing their parents recently, so it makes me wonder if some
huge thing is not about to go down???????????? After-all, I had 46
other states to choose from in the CUSA, in the middle of December of
2009, Misses Marola, who I do not think called me that day, any
longer. Help me Saint Augustine Austoria Sigmund!!!!!!!!!! Well Pope,
you are the one person on the planet, who I know has super ass clout,
and knows this blog is not phony, and could indeed alter the course
of Planet Earth overnight; if you ever released to the world, what
you found out some time back; and yes, say hello to Harry-O for me in
your next 'prayer sessions', please, your M. Where have YOU gone
Nina, YO, where has Pops gone, cursing Pinky? That road called 95
frightens the hell out of me, and for good reason. It is more than a
drug pipeline, it is THEE ''''''PIPE'''''' line, Mister Jane. WOW.
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
AND DID I HAPPEN TO
MENTION, L4, AND ALL OTHER M, L, & I,
EXPLORATRONS?????????????????
The second I turn on
the computer, on goes the sound next door. This has not happened in
weeks, as my neighbor has been away for weeks, but as soon as he
comes back, not in 3 days, not in 1 day, but immediately folks, there
it starts. I must be so mother fucking important to this cock sucking
world. All day, in and out doors, not real loud slams, but yes,
doors, doors, and doors. All I need is Black Sabbath, the Grateful
Dead, and MAMA AND PAPA, huh? Well Bruce Walter, that evening in
07041966, where you chased me into a window, I guess that all of
that, just needed to happen too.
All night long last
night, my younger daughter was with me, PEE. We were at a home
someplace, and in a parallel universe like nothing I ever
experienced. We were living high on a mountain top inside a huge
mansion, and the entire Washcloth Family or THAT FAMILY or TAWF was
all there. I shared a room with my daughter PEE, and she was always
busy studying lots of very thick books. There were no computers in
that world of reality. When I mentioned them, peeps thought I was
totally a tin foil hat job, so I quickly just kept my mouth shut. Pee
did tell me a few wild things, but before she did, she was moving 500
pound objects around as if they weighed 20 pounds. She is so
powerful, and a real beyond awesome beautiful giant, in all
realities; or so it seems. She had invented something, but remember
she invented things in other parallel universes that relate to the
computer industry, and since no computers existed there, this
invention had to do with directing and channeling sub atomic
particles into what is known as an STMCC, or Space-Time-Mind
Controlled Configuration. Basically and totally in a nut shell, an
STMCC system, allows anyone to attach to it, any kind of electronic
system, that turns the voice into electrical energy, be it a radio,
or a telephone, or a tape recorder, or what have you; and when it
reaches the ordinate B-side after 'crossing-over' this wild invention
on a closed circuit short distance signal, from its A-side abscissa
point, as the word coordinate comes from the A-point and the B-point
connecting together or the abscissa and ordinate points making
connections; and anyone can tell the Astral Plane, how to behave, to
some limited point; despite existing inside of a dream state or
dream-down off of there, into this multi-dimensional hyperspace of
basically virtually unlimited parallel universes of 4-D space-time.
TALK ABOUT EXPLORATRONS, a super loud motor bike just gunned and
throttled by my window, resulting from nothing less than WOMO
exploratronic dream control. Yes, did I recently say,
EXPLORATRONS, again
folks? Well in any case, the Blogger Website, does not do what it
used to do in a near past parallel universe where I was living, as
they do not change the width of my color lines or font, in fact, when
I write the word EXPLORATRONS in large type font, they make it
smaller, as you can plainly see in a previous blog, so I am wasting
my time trying to show emphasis, YO. I cannot beat the world, or the
Callio Family, so it seems, as this is the most horrible dangerous
clan of horrendous peeps in the world, and I plan to take my entire
'YOUTUBE' channel down, before things get worse; and the hell with my
posting the new garbage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will
pay my studio bill, and take home the CD; and most likely just trash
it all, where it belonged from day one, back in 1980, when this wild
crazy ass goddess first appeared to me in my non-teen life, not
counting 1972; and sang that life changing song to me called, “LOVE
IS FOR CARPENTERS”. I would sell my soul to the devil to go back in
time, and have none of this shit ever have happened. I despise this
entire family. Hay Scylla, kill me too, if it makes you feel better,
as you would be doing me the biggest favor in the world, and I can
then see my friends, Z, P, and A, without having to go through any
super dad's, or Bob Cheatley's.
RED ALERT
\\\\\\\\\\\\////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\//////////////////RED
ALERT.
Episode 13 of the
2011 show, “THE MENTALIST”. Every single time this show comes to
air, I GET HAMMERED AND PUMMELED BY A DEATH BEAM THAT BLOWS OUT MY
BOWELS. This is the one that shows that any speaker, even headphones,
can be turned into a signal and broadcast, so WOMO can know
everything we all do if they so choose, using this teck, Mister Pal
Alex Jones, and other freedom-fighters out here, searching for
justice; a doomed quest for fools, or so it appears to me.
Well, this is not a
blog that is meant to be real long, so I will bid you all a fine
farewell for now, but yes, there is so much to tell, it is beyond
sneaker disgusting. Arnie sir, I will be
BAHCKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
So
why did I put the term of (crossing
over)
in quotes or whatever I did, when the date on this blog was way
before the song that I remade from 1983, GITYA, becoming the rewrite
tune of YBCO? Allow me if you will peeps to recopy in the date and
time file:
YES I AGREE, “WHAT
A FAMILY”
WORLD LABORATORIES
OF 2295
SEND-BACK-TEXT-DATE
AND TIME FILE:
(DATFILE):
CH-0481-071912.841.5555555555
THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
The
DATFILE system of World Labs that I remember as Labber Zeggins in the
late twenty-two hundreds, is July 19th
2012 at shortly past twelve noon. This is all a part of the illusion
of the ETERNAL
NOW in the LAWTRONIC SYSTEM OF SPACE-TIME-MIND.
END
TRANSMISSION, & SMELLING GOUUUD!
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