PPPNLRM, CHPT. 28

3:25 PM, MONDAY, 13 JULY, 2020

MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3

The weather report as shown on “TWC”:

TIME OF 'TWC' WEATHER REPORT:---7/13/20 @ 1:00 PM

TEMPERATURE---94

PREDICTED HIGH TODAY---94

HEAT INDEX---109

SKY CONDITIONS---SUNNY

HUMIDITY---59%

WIND---W @ 10 MPH, WITH NO GUSTS

BAROMETRIC PRESSURE---****-*

AIR QUALITY---MODERATE

SUNRISE/SUNSET---6:35-A/8:19-P

VISIBILITY---***

DEWPOINT---**

LOCAL WEATHER PREDICTIONS---20% RAIN CHNC

and a low of 75 degrees overnight.

Even though the day has been quiet so far, I still am awaiting disaster due to incredible monstrous rotten nightmares before arising from sleep. This was around just shy of eleven this morning. It was the damn library nightmare all over again, only it began where the other one left off, almost. I had not yet walked out the one way door with my heavy baggage as I did before, but went up the stairs without my heavy bulky junk, and found myself in a room where people were going to be given a test exam before being given some grant money for some school of higher learning. I don't remember all those details. This nightmare was in three parts once I got to this room that no longer seemed to even be any part of that library. First, the testing room area, second the home where I was living with my mother in this parallel world, and finally in some sort of deli or other type of a small food store, where Mister Marcucci was working, only he had his Beatles clothes on and was wearing the shades on his eyes as well. We will get to all three of these wild connected nightmares that were all in perfect sequential order, one at a time. But first, this was ten times worse than the other prior library hostility nightmare where everyone was treating me like total mother humping dog dung, by a damn factor of about ten times or so!!!!!!!!!!

Before I tell you all the nightmare, let me first open up with lovely Diana, coming to visit with me at ten of the clock on Sunday morning, waking me up; and letting me see her awesome lightning, filled with lovely fractal designs, and numerous brilliant colorings. She blows my mind; Russ Thaxton, and Mister Cool Marcucci!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES, SHE totally and completely BLOWS ME' MIND, YO!

I woke up today in a five times angrier fucking mood than I did on that morning a week ago give or take, from that nasty ass monstrous library nightmare. But it was exactly the same 'shitsapookna' and 'SHIT' that was going on in both of them. Major major major mean nasty horrible hostility against me, from everybody, everywhere; and for absolutely no good reason, from one possible thing that I did, in order to provoke anything whatsoever; yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!! Yes world, we've already discussed the LIBRARY-NIGHTMARE, but allow me to refresh the memories of anyone who needs to be refreshed, asnd then we will move this right along with the present nightmare. As I speak, a major right side DEATH ANGEL ATTACK is striking me at 4:56 Post Meridian!

Now I never told you all about the horrible nightmare I woke up out of SHORTLY BEFORE THAT HELLISH SATURDAY HOLIDAY HELL THAT MY DAMN WOMO-M2F OTAMMITE ENEMIES put me through. I was in a super gigantic library, or me' transdimensional doppelganger (double) was anyway, and I was being severely fucking mistreated by several of the women who were employed there, for doing nothing wrong at all, reminding me a little bit of my days in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG while with Sir Ed Himacane Lynch, and had those problems while he was trying to get me started as a blogger. There, it was other patrons whom were upsetting me, and it is all on previous blogs where I told this entire story. But in this horrendous monstrous putrid fucking nightmare, the Head Librarian was a lady around late fifties or so in age, heavy set and standing around five feet four inches tall; and she gave me hell for everything I was doing. If I so much as moved some tiny object that was on my person, or when I was throwing something away in a trash can, and on and on and on, she just gave me holy fucking goddamn hell for everything I did, and without one small slight wee tad bit of justification. Eventually, I remember trying to take some heavy thing that I had with me, up some stairs and could not do it because it was so heavy and bulky, and then another person in the library told me that there was a side door that I could go out and it would then lead me to where my car was parked. OKAY, MISTER JOHN KING from late summer-time-1996, oh Latengrate SIR, and anyone else, now allow me to move this up to present times, right to the damn minute! Before I do this, allow me please to draw in my mother fucking FACL, so that the great non-water-witch-bitch Jane Sleazeweedsdisease, can't worsen my day and life beyond the already existing sub vampiric hellishness, that it already perpetually goddamn mother fucking is, yo!!!

What I tell is totally accurate, and if anything it is compressed or I would have a three hundred page blog about this wild nightmarish dream straight from DOGTOWN. So I got into this exam or testing room where a young girl was in charge, and I felt like the year 2010 all over again with that computer bullshit when I used to live up in the Fort Pierce hood area and worked for the so-called charitable organization called HARVEST FOOD OUTREACH of Fort Pierce. She treated me horrendously and all I wanted to do was to clarify one particular point regarding the test so that I wouldn't make a major error on the answer sheet, as there was both the questions booklet part as well as the separate answering sheet for circling in the answers to the test exam questions. However, something wasn't right, at least with my paperwork, and I had every right to ask a certain question, but she treated me like total goddamn hell, and then when she finally did help me after I walked over to her seat to explain it better, some jerk off total fucking prick had removed my test papers from my desk, and thought that this was real goddamn fucking funny; Mizz Sheila Hairshow Franklin bigtits!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After I knew that there was absolutely no way to get justice for what was being done to me and that my leaving the testing exam room was my only viable goddamn option, I did so, and the next thing I remember was being home, and the house was similar to the design of the Pliner 1983 Atco, NJ-USA rental home, but it was nowhere near any Atco that I know from the 'waking world'. I don't even think it was a place similar to the state of New Jersey at all, and many wild things were happening, but the main thing was my mother was living there too, and she was treating me like total fucking toilet water mixed with nuclear waste, ON DAMN STEROIDS!!!!! Many things were happening. She wouldn't speak or answer me, other than to taunt me. She kept turning the air conditioning system off in my room, as there was no central system in that house, and then opening up my windows when I had extremely good reasons for not wanting them to be opened up. When I finally stood in front of the TV set to block some program she was watching, I said, “You're not watching TV until we get some things all straightened out”; and then she still refused to act normally or rationally, or like any goddamn responsible fucking adult would. She suddenly grabbed two pairs of large headphones and put them over her eyes and not her ears, and just started humming some stupid ass tune. There was a weird law in this town where the house was, and certain types of homes were not allowed to open up the windows in their bathrooms during night time hours unless the homes were constructed in a certain way which ours was not. When the nabe-watch-peeps saw a violation, they would go by in go cart type of vehicles sort of resembling golf carts but different, with loud blaring siren speakers and make town-crier type of announcements for peeps to shut their windows as they were in violation of township ordinance. My mom wanted to keep getting me into trouble and laughed about it. I finally yelled to her, “You and fuckign Patty Hollister, you both have wanted me totally destroyed all along, huh”? She again said absolutely nothing, but she would snicker and smirk to the point that it took everything in me not go over to her and give a nasty ass fucking big smack in the head! Finally, I remember seeing something cooking in my room, not the kitchen, but a regular bedroom with a stove and range in it for crying out loud. I turned it off. Then I packed a few items, and I left, and I hollered out, “I won't be coming back, bitch”! The next thing I remember is being in that goddamn mother fucking deli where Mister Marcucci was working, and he was young, even younger than when I knew him at the end of the sixties decade. He was talking with a few peeps in the store who when they saw me, they began treating me horribly and were fucking screwing with me big ass time! Then I said to Marcucci, “This is so far worse than when I was a boy in your classroom at Cooley Hall, and it has gone on now ALL MY DAMN LIFE, and I cannot figure out why or how to get it stopped”. Then he too turned on me, and this was just like being in those fucking 1965 SHADOW-MONSTER HADDON HILLS NIGHTMARES, all over goddamn again for crissake!!!!!!!!!!! He said some really horrendous vulgar things to me and then he said that I never should have squealed about the Exploratronic Supermind society and especially the Educational Faction of this Astral Groupation of which he is ONE OF THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then after that, he said horrible things, one right after another, and then the two dudes in the store that were talking to him before I walked in, all three of them started to grab items and throw them at me, and curse at me viciously. I felt like poor fucking Rob Petry Vandyke, with his nightmare Danny Thomas WALNUT EXPERIENCE from the 'OTHER FICTIONAL ALIENS'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I eventually managed to wake up out of this beyond hellishness times infinity, and I was fit to be fucking tied, AND I STILL AM; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, and a BIG ASS BUTT AND but, peeps, yo; this all so perfectly dovetails into WAKING WORLD SHIT NOW, and so let me get to it, once I eat me' mother fuckign whittle din-din and try to relax for a while, BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

The one thing that I forgot to mention in this nightmare straight out of DOGTOWN at the top of the goddamn Dogtown Bridge, is that there was yet another musical tune in this wild experience, and it happened at the opening of this three part nightmare, not including the quick intro into it while I was continuing literally out of the other previous nightmare in that horrible fucking huge and gargantuan library from HELL!!!!!!! During the time where I was trying to get the young instructor girl to realize that something was very wrong with my test sheets, and just as I began trying to find them on my desk after some other jerk off prick student stole or removed or had hidden hem on me intentionally; while she was standing over my desk; she began singing that great tune from 'PETER PAUL AND MARY' that is so interconnected with the fifth day in October of the year 2008, called, “Blowing In The Wind”, or I think that this was the title. It was that song that kept repeating those lyrics of “How many times this, and how many times that”, and so forth and so on, and then had the chorus lines of 'the answer my friend is blowing in the wind'. This is now the 2^nd time that this great 'PP&M' tune, has literally come INTO MY DREAMS; or I have connections with it 5^th dimensionally, in the great almighty goddamn hyperspace!!!!!!!!! This was a powerful interdimensional tune that worked its way into my life in both the end of the year of 1972, and then again in late 2008, only once was in (waking life) and once was in (on-waking life). Again, this topic could go on and on and easily move into many hundreds of additional fucking blogged pages, so no need for doing that at least right now.

By the way, one of Marcucci's pals over in that parallel realm, was the character portrayed by Bill Bixby, the famous Hulk Scientist and Geneticist, Doctor David Banner. He was one of the three peeps in that deli store screwing with me. I remember distinctively saying to him, “Aren't you David Beckworth or David Banner”? Many zillions of additional small details are totally remembered by me, and so if I feel the damn need to add them in as we proceed further along; then so be it, and yessir me' great educator and ESS-traveler, whomever you truly are 5^th dimensionally, Mister Lennon; We can just “Let it be”!!!!!!! I'll bet dollars to donuts that some group of head shrinkers are going to someday have FIELD DAYS Examining all me' nightmares!!!!

It's twenty past six now, and is still 92 degrees here in good old Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, ESMWG. So whoopdeedo. I had a steak and onion on wheat grain bread sandwich with a glass of Clamato Veggie juice, not recognized by Mike Sucks Hellwrecker-Spellchecker system. Gee, imagine that?

Peeps, if I don't wanna' be tormented, tortured, persecuted, oppressed, and harassed; I have to always make sure that I keep away from doing the THREE FORBIDDEN MOTHER FUCKING NO-NO'S!!!

1) I AM NOT ALLOWED TO EVER PRAY.

2) I AM NOT ALLOWED TO EVER CRY.

3) I AM NOT ALLOWED TO EVER BREATHE.

THESE THREE NO-NO ITEMS ARE EITHER ADHERED TO, OR HELLLLSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND JUNE 4, 1983 MAKES #3 A LITERAL REALITY FOR ME, AND A VERY PERSONAL COMMANDMENT FROM THE MILITUFAWCES!

So why did I say that this nightmare will dovetail right into some powerhouse mother fucking ASTRAL-PLANE TRUTHS? Well, 1979 coworker and Security Officer, @ Certainteed Fiberglass Corporation of Berlin Junction, NJUSAESMWG; the answer to this is weelwee quite damn ass “simpelllllllllll”, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know for a fact, unless all of my out of body experiences are pure illusion, as most Born-Again Christians believe they are, and I don't agree with them one bit, but I am not so arrogant as to proclaim that I have to be 100% right, while they are all 100% wrong; and so my combined remembered experiences show me that there are a powerful groupation of Astral Entities or “Purgatites” as Morianity refers to them as, that can and do, suck us all from time to time, into powerful nightmarish dreaming interactions in 5thdimensional hyperspace, for the simple reason of ALTERING OUR LIVES BACK HERE WHERE WE ARE PHYSICALLY ATTACHED TO BODIES, through the wild realities of (TSE) TOWEL-SEEPAGE-EFFECTS, and what happened to me in good old fucking nightmare August of 1986 can be thought of here as the QUINTESSENTIAL AND PERFECT EXAMPLE or an ABSOLUTE ILLUSTRATION that proves what I am saying and claiming here, folks!!!!!!!!!!! And fuck the goddamn folksingers, and you toothpaste TOO SIR GODDAMN ANNOYING MICROSOFT SUCKS CORPORATION, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! So exactly who or what, back in Astral Purg (PLANC-TIME) pre-BIG BANG, is doing this shit to us; you all may be head scratching, and wondering about right now, in a gigantic furious query? Two fucking annoying DEATH ANGELS, both on the right side of me, have happened in the past five minutes now; and as I pen this at 7:47 Post Meridian, I am getting another damn noisy ass FIRE ALARM here at this lovely awesome wonderful PARK TERRACE PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDING, of all great non Patty Hollister's EVERYWHERE, so here is a great big ass Shoeknockeroutter 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE', that is being shouted out now, for the great Sir CF Chester-Frank, from good ol' Southeastern NO JOYSEY!!!!!

Yes, just who is dragging us all from time to time, into all of these wild and frightening damn nightmares?????????????? basically, it is being done by LEVEL-6 and LEVEL-7 Astral Energetic Entities or AEE's for short. Let me break down for you all, the entire 9-LEVEL hierarchy of Astral-Plane entities or AEE. The fire alarm just was deactivated by the localfire ladder peeps, at 7:55. Now moving on with the 9 levels of the AEE, as it is high time now IMHO for all of the Morianity followers (Blogaudians) to have this information, for whatever it truly is worth in greater cosmic value, even for the mighty peeps of the great MIB/MAJ-12!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LEVEL-1---

Less than human life when dreaming out into hyperspace on the Earth-Planet or 'otherwise' physical plane locales

LEVEL-2---

Normal human beings of Earth while dreaming off of the Purgatory

LEVEL-3---

The trickle few of all times, who become totally enlightened while dreaming on the Earth Planet and away from the Astral Plane, but are still not accepted members of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY

LEVEL-4---

Type-3-Exploratron ESS-Members while dreaming off the Purg onto the Earth Planet, and maybe other physical plane locales too

LEVEL-5---

The 87 most special friends of SSJK known as HER VIQUEENS, as well as other energetic equally balanced entities, that are biblically referenced as the Angels or Demons, and the Ancient Astronaut Theorist groups refer to as the Gods-Goddesses; believing only their existence in realities confined however to the physical plane, and not in the Purgatory

LEVEL-6---

The extremely special agent-messenger droid beings overseeing the lower groupations of Level-5 groupations, biblically referenced as the Archangels

LEVEL-7---

The one million Astral (Purgatory) Plane Entities, in charge of the Astral Political Machine and Council of Ruling and Governing Controllers, known as and identified by them in one incredible radio broadcast some time back in Miami, Florida, USA; as the “Millionth Council”, and even also referenced in the great Bible Scriptures New Testament Gospels by the Lord Jesus Christ, regarding telling His disciples to never call your brother a fool, or you will be in danger of and from this council of controllers.

LEVEL-8---

Astral-Plane COINS, the top GODS, and with the second absolute most powerful total amounts of energy, that may be used for accomplishing desires and goals, as well as being able to maintain Astral Existence before losing enough power and falling into human dreaming entities on the physical plane and scattered throughout the entire 5^th dimensional hyperspace called CREATION.

LEVEL-9---

Astral-Plane COILS, the absolute top GODS, and with the very absolute most powerful total amounts of energy, that may be used for accomplishing desires and goals, as well as being able to maintain Astral Existence before losing enough power and falling into human dreaming entities on the physical plane and scattered throughout the entire 5^th dimensional hyperspace called CREATION.

Now the difference in power and energy between all nine levels, is approximately 1,000 times greater on each level, than those entities who are one level beneath them. For example, a LEVEL-3-entity is surpassed by the LEVEL-4-entity by 1,000 times, and is surpassed by the LEVEL-5-entity by 1,000,000 times or 1,000 times 1,000. An incredible amount of energetic difference exists between any of the 9-LEVEL types of Astral Plane Entities or Purgatites. Another term that may be used here, can be Existors. This is in a contrast with the ever elusive groupation of Astral-Plane Groupations of the very lucky and fortunate NON-existors. Only FULLY ENLIGHYTENED ENTITIES are able to understand the truth regarding the existors and the non-existors. I have made futile attempts to educate the masses of the Earth-Planet here on this Physical-Plane of human life or ASTRAL-DREAM-DOWNS; and I have utterly failed to accomplish my objective in this fifteen year long blogging project called 'THE BOM', or Morianity for M-3. Sir Dennis Snyder would be needed right about now, to make this powerhouse writing discourse of enlightened truth come fully and totally alive, with his ever hopefully globally famous now statement, made to me by him, up there in jersey so often, at the Cifaloglio job site. He would say to me, “And that's just reality, son”. The man was 100% mother humping correct too, and fucking go screw your damn toothpaste, Microsucks Corporation!!!!!!!!!!

So yes world, the great higher astrallites or Purgatites, or whatever name that you may ever wish to assign to these “DEAD PEOPLE”,can indeed SUCK HUMAN BEINGS INTO DREAMS, or what is known astrally as human PLAYFIELDS. The main reason for them doing this is GASME-GAMES, as has been spoken of by me, the Mountainpen, over and over and over again, in this blog project known as the Morianity Bible, and religion for MILLENNIUM 3. THEY CAN and THEY DO suck us all into wild nightmares, and those on their top show ratings list of the Billy Shakespeare revealed knowledge ASTRAL LATE SHOW, such as the poor pitiful and pathetic Mister Mountainpen, must endure some real loo-loo doozie whoppers. Am I right or naut, wonderful Sir President Barack Obama. Oh the gods do we all miss you something fierce!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But me' pernt here is the nightmares, and all of the other connected junk attached to why we humans are GIVEN some of these incredible mind bending doozie-whoppers!!! Even the Dark Shadows original 60's TV-Show peeps and creators of it, knew innately that forces far above human control can and do bring us these incredible major ass NIGHTMARES from time to time. WOW was that a cool fucking television show or what??????? So these high energy Purgatites suck us into these rotten horrible dreaming experiences of the 5^th dimensional hyperspace, (Earthly arenas or PLAYFIELDS), and these powerful games are all made up of countless incredible parallel worlds and realms or (locales), and this is no different whatsoever from saying that they literally kidnap and suck us all into and up these ugly nightmares, just as a game, so that THEY CAN WATCH ON THEIR ASTRALLATE SHOW NETWORKS so to speak by our frame of reference points to our human way of perceiving life here; and the consequences to our being victimized in this way are going completely unseen and unaware by even the intelligent parts of the human collective consciousness. This game of wickedness being done to us, is causing TSE (Towel-Seepage-Effects) back here in our WAKING LIVES. They don't do this to us for the sake of the nightmare, but rather, they do it to us so that after we are back awake in our physical shell-bodies and human life right here; their intentional motive and objective in all of this horror and terror IS THE 'TSE' , and it IS THE VICTIMIZATION OF US BACK HERE AWAKE, that is what they derive pleasure in watching us suffer through, and especially THOSE WHO ARE HIGHEST UP ON THE RATINGS LIST. I may be a total loser failure fucking nobody here on this physical plane, but I can absolutely assure the entire globe that in the Purgatory, I am one of the top most rated TV-SHOWS, only there is no TV, but I need to make a point and thus use terms that we can all identify with and by, here in our human lives, just as the great master and LORD JESUS CHRIST did when he told great truths in HIS PARABLES!!!!!!!!!!!

So all of this does lead the discourse lessons here to the ultimate pondered query of, does the great ASTRAL PLANE (Purgatory), have both a NEGATIVE as well as a POSITIVE polarity to it? If this is the energy realm of Planck-Time, how can it work like matter works, where we have a fully velocitronic polarity of both the minus and the plus to all things, and thus we have the ability for MIND to create a SEPARATION in both time and space of all items? Things after the great Big-Bang cooled down and zoomed outward in all six possible opposing directions of spherical reality. As things cooled off from trillions of degrees kelvin or so, down to just billions and millions, we slowly get the ability for energy to convert into matter. This allows a program for all of this to develop into the eventual creation of one world like ours and even all of us, as literally, cosmos' mirrored image of true sentient intellect. But Astrally, there is no NEGATIVE side to anything. Well, this would take a hundred years or more for me to blog all that I have remembered from the Purgatory, to even try explaining one tenth of these complicated bunched piles of powerful and unfathomably surreal truths. Here on the human realm and especially in tis locale of the great Physical-Plane where I can speak for the laws of physics as they stand now and have since galaxies cooled off and expanded so deeply; that having that 'other side' to our magnets, allows the system to function, and if it is removed, all the laws need to be altered from what they presently are, and this can be done by the Almighty, but when it is done and all is settled, I know one thing for sure. Any connections or memories to what is now here, will be as far removed from what would follow as a result, as the cold is from the hot. Many stories, and even Biblical stories, insist that originally, creation was not in present velocitronic form, and only the positive end was on our magnets. Then Eve sinned, followed by hubby-Adam, and then the rest was history. Suddenly, the negative polarity was there. I personally do not believe that the gods could tell the whole real complete story to any of us, and I also believe that this very truth is laying dormant and hidden in a great Old Testament Book of Bible Scripture, in the Book of Job. God went into a small tirade with Sir Job about “Where were you when I laid down the foundations, and where were you when I did this, and that, and so forth”. I can easily translate the Almighty's meaning from this great human to astral communication; and it can be put quite simply. We, none of us, me too; are not able to ever understand how certain things can be done by this great & Almighty PINK GODDESS, that most peeps call, just by a three letter silly word, “GOD”, which to me is an insult, as if SHE doesn't have a name for heaven's sake, LITERALLY! Hell, even HER great city has a name, and it ain't Heaven, it is called City of the great Sarah Krassle!!!!!

Yes folks; it is an age old human concept and idea, that may then be more scientifically translated into the word of 'Velocitronic' Reality, or the endless double polarity of mass and matter, the negative left side and the positive right side; and how this powerful truth of things endlessly has its effects on the various types of existing forms of sentient life!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But tieing all of this into the Purgatite Gods playing endless GASME-GODS-GAMES with us here on Earth, and the nightmares-syndrome being used and done to us as an APT (Astral Plane Technology), that isn't all that much fucking different than other APT's, such as the ICPE-APE-TECH of misusing parallel event on the mortal world, and against unsuspecting and ignorant cave-day people, or having their goons and stooges in fleshy bodies carrying out their mind-control orders of them, so to speak; this is what the mechanics behind the nightmares truly are, at least for the vast majority of the phenomenon. The Towel-Seepage-Effects are the magic behind the nightmares, and it ain't these damn fucking nightmares themselves that these evil astral gods are getting off on with all of us. This is the simple but totally rational and logical explanation to why the Library Nightmare from a week or so ago, caused Mister Mexicadoor to then harass me with a major brutal noise-assault back here in the waking world. I can go on an don and on, and not don and don, mother fucking GASME GODS; BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT and a great BKIG ASS BHUTT, and but people yo, the big story on Action New as they used to say on Channel-6 in Philadelphia and most likely still do up there in eastern Pennsylvania, USA; is the August 15, 1986 experience that led to my LIFE ALTERING REALITY-NIGHTMARE that followed my getting out of bed that day to begin a living nightmare of ENDLESS BOTBARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems that I must have been sucked into that juicy mess that the 'TSE' then went onto cause all of this hellishness in my waking life, EVER SINCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Speaking of dreams, Saturday night's were quite a beaut as well. I was in some weird home and with some very weird folks who I do not know at all here in this part of the 5^th dimensional hyperspace. Suddenly, guess who came along? The great large black panther cat, Gawky Gaukauk. He reminded me in this wild dream that I can talk to him, as I found myself feeding him some cat food along with an entire pint, right out of a grocery store carton, of Grade-A milk. When he finished eating and drinking the entire pint of milk, he walked past me and then jumped onto a large couch. He then told me how dirt bag Donald Trump cut a whole lot of funding for Public Housing, and this is why ever since he was in office, things have fallen apart here in my building and with the PHA in general here in fucking cunt town!!!!! When I have wild dreams folks, I do it in style. If that's all you ever have to say about me, I hope that you all at least remember this much truth about my stories, yo yo me' BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How any fucking poor non-multimillionaire person can ever vote Republican, my tiny mind cannot even start to wrap itself around, and I'll come right out here and now and admit to this, for all the world to know and hear!!!!!!!! Nothing short of MIND CONTROL, and absolute total manipulation, can cause this incredible shitsapookna and fucking total SHIT!!!!!!!!!! Vast numbers of poor peeps love Trump, and they won't even listen to reason that he will destroy their lives and laugh, and he has said he will in many ways, over and over again. It is no mystery at all, and it is third fucking cunt grade grammar school lesson basic politic. Yet tens of millions of peeps who he will totally wipe out when he is reelected soon, are going to go right out and vote for this sicko dangerous fucking total monster from DOGTOWN-BRIGGBASE-HELL! This diseased maniac has everything, and yet he gets off taking my horrible life that HE HAS CASUSED, and making it endlessly worse and worse, along with my miserable rotten ingrate of a damn kid!!!!!!!!!! People will all answer to the Karmic-wheel, and THAT much folks, I do know; and so go fucking screw your damn ass folksingers, Mister Microsucks Corporation!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE END, and smelling really “GOUUUUU”!

How can I be imagining how LIGHTNING came around me, three special times, three special ways; creating three different unnatural things each time, and over three different years, as this happened on the very same day of 27 July, and then on top of that; 27 was the number lightning gave to me, in a powerful dreaming experience, back in the year of 1984, while I was playing roulette in the Golden Nugget Casino of Atlantic City? I speak of the two first decade years of this present century, if memory is correct, it was in 2006 and 2007, and I do remember they were in succession, so if I am off one year ahead or behind, then it would be 5&6, or 7&8; and then again, while at Tony BonJovi's recording studio, on July 27, 2011. The mathematical odds of these three dates, and with lightning not just there, but incredibly intense, and effecting things around me, and then the wild dream back in 1984, about her telling me that 27 is indeed HER NUMBER, the number of the ELECTRON, whatever this truly means, Professor KAKU of NYU sir; this 'coincidence' places odds at approximately four point eight quadrillion to one, against it being merely a damn coincidence! But there is one more factor, that at least in my personal humble little opinion, multiplies those odds out about a thousand more times, well into high one digit quintillions to one odds, and that is the particular song I was doing at that studio, which as I think most or all of you remember and know quite well, and you too, sir Darius Evans Deezy Slim Youtube; “Wanna' Spend My Time”. This song, in part, was actually sung to me in a powerful vivid awesome dream, every bit as memorable and wild as the 1980-LOIS FOCA interaction at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments. I speak of the late spring time 1997 dream, where the awesome super talented diva, we all know and love, as Mariah Carey, sang that to me, in this experience; and I merely added a little bit to it, in order to make it a completed song. When I recorded it electronicly, this caused tremendous Earth Biosphere Interaction AKA in Morianity as (EBI), or also can be thought of as wild unnatural weather patterns, and or tectonic interference, within the deeper crusted areas of the planet; due to interruptions in the transdimensional electromagnetic energy fields. This really was, and is, an MC top hit, from a parallel universe, no matter what you 2015 cave people choose to believe, and or disbelieve. I KNOW WHAT I KNOW about this multiverse, and have been in communication with the gods of PLANK for all eternity, huh Mizz Selena DADA, and all great South Atlantic City Rooming-House Owners, everywhere? Well, in any event and with all of these things mixed up 'together forever' to quote lovely Motown's Mizz Diana Ross from the nineteen-sixties; all dots will ALWAYS and ABSOLUTELY CONNECT in all things!!!!!!!!!!!! There may even be a trickle few peeps out here somewhere who see just what is really truly happening, and why I do the things that I do and blog what I blog, as the 'prime directive' here, to quote another great literary groupation of syfy television writers and the great show called, “STAR TREK” in particular; is none other than MY GODDAMN SURVIVAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All the things that I do are neatly stacked into that one big fat fucking issue, and always will be; yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

About half an hour before the storm came, I recorded the daily weather report from The Weather Channel (TWC), and here it is, belatedly now; so here it WashCLOTHS WAS for crying out Microsucks loudspeaker LOUD, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As of 3:20 PM yesterday, 11 July, 2020; the great Cable Network News (CNN) displays the Corona Virus Global Pandemic (CVGP) figures as given them from their source, the great wonderful one and only “John Hopkins University” as follows: So can we believe this nightmare of ultimate surreal and unfathomably bizarre crap that we all have somehow found ourselves suddenly in, just as one day in middle August in 1986, I found myself one day just like this, in a brand new unexplainable nightmare situation of quintessential hellishness????????????

GLOBAL STATISTICS:

CASES—12,576,457,

PERSONS DEAD—561,879

UNITED STATES OF AMERICA STATISTICS:

CASES—3,215,861

PERSONS DEAD—134,430

Throughout this entire nightmare since the early part of this 2020 year of hellishness, there is an off the HALLS WALLS as well as off the wall and scales ratio between our country, the USA; and the rest of this Earth-Planet. One would think after looking at these stats, should of course they be at all mathematically inclined; that the UNITED STATES has about one fourth of the global population. Why not? The damn ratio of cases, as well as deaths between us and the rest of the world, seems to continue revolving at this approximate 1:4 RATIO. Hey you do the damn math, and all you need is a little five dollar Walmart calculator and the stats that I have printed above. Once upon a time, the religious folks and the so called “born again Christians”, SHOULD THE 'OTHER PARTY' be in power; would all be shouting how GOD ALMIGHTY IS PUNISHING THE USA FOR OUR SINFUL BEHAVIORS, and on and on and on; with or without 'typewriter hacks', 'ESS invention games', or 'DONALDS and dons'!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yessir peeps, just what is the damn ratio of global verses USA population? Well, last I heard the world has about 7.5 billion and the USA has about 235 million, so what do our whittle calculators give us when we divide these numbers? Answer, 31.91 to 1 ratio, so let's round this off to 32:1. The world pop is approximately 32 times greater than that of the pop of these great United States, so then why aren't the CVGP stats 32 times less for us here in the USA than the stats show for the entire world? No health expert has the answer you know, not a one. I never said that I do either, so don't get ready to call me a PHKIA (pronounceable as a 'feek-iah'). Let's reexamine this again, shall we:

GLOBAL STATISTICS:

CASES—12,576,457

PERSONS DEAD—561,879

UNITED STATES OF AMERICA STATISTICS:

CASES—3,215,861

PERSONS DEAD—134,430

Let us take these global population stats for those CASES as well as DEATHS in this nightmare CVPG situation, and let's divide by the rounded off ratio of 32:1 that by all normal understanding of things, should be the stats for the USA.

CASES: 12,576,457 divided by 32 = 393,014.

DEATHS: 561,879 divided by 32 = 17,559.

As we all say of course, ONE DEATH is one too many, but let's be real here, people will get sick, and people will die, and this has gone on on Earth for as long as people have lived here. That is just that, but we are talking numbers and stats here. Why do we have to have in America, the greatest country on Earth as they keep telling us, stats like this:

CASES—3,215,861

PERSONS DEAD—134,430

And when the ratio tells us that bad as it would still be, the numbers should read:

CASES: 393,014.

DEATHS: 17,559.

Something that I should have said to lovely KATY, at the Abseacon, New Jersey DQ, up in Jersey, is quite meaningful and apropos right now, in all of thissssssssssssss:

This is absolutely, completely, and totally goddamn WEEDEEKAWUSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But all fucking jokes and kidding aside here, as this is no laughing matter; what is causing then, this unmistakable surreal discrepancy with these stats? Hey, as grammar school children; we're all taught that THIS IS THE GREATEST COUNTRY IN TRHE WORLD. If this CVGP situation DOES NOT DEBUNK THAT MYTH, then folks, I am all goddamn ears if anyone out here can enlighten me with a NON-PRISHY explanation to it alligators ALL, even you, should you have one, Sir Microsucks SOFT CORP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey peeps, I am not against anyone who is not pure black heartedly evil, and looking to wipe out all people who are defenseless and helpless to fight them, and to make literal slaves out of us all. And fuck you and your damn ass alligators, Microsoft SUCKS-CORPORATION!!!!!!!!!!!! After President Reagan took office, anyone my age or in that range of years, knows fully well, whether they choose to admit it first to even themselves or not; that his Trickle-Down garbage Reaganomics bullshit screwed up our country beyond repair, and ever since then, every single Republican President only continues onward with his rubbish shit legacy and policies. The corporations have sold us all down the river, and what would have been a damn nice country for all of us to live in, has BECOME A MOTHER FUCKING TOTAL LIVING HELL for 99.9% of us POVERTY-PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And who is responsible for absolutely keeping all of us oppressed and downtrodden INTO THIS POVERTY NIGHTMARE, but the large corporations, and the BILLIONAIRES (Billy Club)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And a child with acne and a stomach ache, can see through all this goddamn asshole dogshit, for crying out louder than loudspeakers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Now why exactly, Sarah Callio Martino, somewhere in hyperspace; trapped me in a lighthouse, and yelled my name out, over and over, 'JoJo-JoJo; I will never totally know, so let me widen the scope of the topic, so we can see this in a larger blend of bigger pictures, and out of one tiny confined box; great ladies and gentlemen. First, my spell-checker is disabled, so I must close the word program out and reboot into it to activate the anti-hack procedure. OK I'm back, EVIL CHUCKIE, DAWN-MARIE, BEETLEJUICE NONSTAR, and FREDDY ELM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MONDAY THE PEARL, MONDAY THE PEARL, MONDAY THE PEARL! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH WOW MOOMY DEAEST!

OR IS THAT WEELWEE “MOMMY DEAREST”?

AND JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE IF WE PLEASE, TWINBAY.

Sunday,

December 6, 2015

CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD, CHAPTER 10

CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD

(CEMB) CHAPTER 10

Mountainpen loves cold places, such as wonderful ALASKA. You go Alaska. You totally rock, BRAH!

Aunt Alice Gallagher, of Chicago, Illinois; I'll bet you'd do just about anything, not to have climbed into bed with my mom's cousin Arthur Huntington, that last freaking night of your life, before he took a damn ax to you and your damn mom down the hallway. Hang in there, Cousin Alice, or better said perhaps, all WAYV radio stations of the great Atlantic City, New Jersey, Sir Noose Basement Arthur! JEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!!!!! Holy mailbox destruction, Arthur Crane and all Arthur's all over the place; what fucking next, if I can quote, without the bad language, the wonderful JUJU. My mom also told me about that same thing on that truck thirteen years later, so it just has to be the guy, plus mom told me he was about late fortyish in age, and he was looking around age 35 to me, when I saw him on that late spring night back in the year of 1983. This is all why I bring up that cool fucking documentary on television that I saw, so damn often on my blogs, from 1988, called, “UFO-THE COVER UP”, on WPIX, New York City, TV, YO!!!! Jesus Christmas Trees at Cooley, THAT WAS THE EQUATION all along; right Nurse Chapel, Doctor Roger Corby, and Gene Allberries Roddenberry, of Blucranville, of all great Incollingo's Grocery Store cup cakes, with transdimensional ingredients??? And so exactly why didn't the hang in there forest fire Huntington Hammonton Police, fine me that day for not having proper identification, during that attempted murder, and transdimensional shifting of the Blucran Mysteries. This is a topic that will be much further looked at soon, as we further explore the great Viqueen, Mizz Astral Julia White, and all the powerful shit that has gone down after my Haddonwood days all began in middle 1994! By the way, I have a new hack that I need to address. When I hit my 'SAVE' prompt, the damn dialogue box with all my files comes up, and it shouldn't; during this new hack. What I need to do is scroll to a new area to make it work normally and just SAVE the fucking document rather than try making me screw it all up with printing the same shit twice into the computer filing system. In any event, Jewelly White is a lot more than a character from the great 1994 fictional, or 'so-called' fictional book that I wrote, “The Permission Barrier”. What the world and I are endlessly separated by, is an awareness to some very large truth, that most people would choose to die rather than be forced to know about while remaining physically alive. The vast part of this secret truth is that there are Astral Gods (entities) on an Astral-Plane that is, and contains all of what we now know of, and have around us called the cosmos; and these entities use GAMES, because only incredible and WILDLY INTENSE GAMES, can temporarily distract them from the nightmarish hellishness of endlessness!!!!!!! I think that Mister Walgreen Semi-pal as I call him, has very interesting ideas, but I feel that what I've experienced trumps even his cool concepts, even if I do say so myself. I may only be an Astral-Entity 3, and there are a total of nine various energy levels, but I do know what I remember and have experienced. Anything less than human level while alive physically, is Astrally a Level-1, including all non human life, you name it, fish, fowl, insects, animals, and so forth. Just about 99.99999 percent or so of all peeps who've ever lived on Earth, would be Astrally a Level-2. I am a Level-3, as this includes those at or extremely near what Morianity labels as Totally Enlightened While Physical (TEWP) for short. We won't even touch the various levels higher than 3, all the way up through and including Level-7, but I have already told that the great Astral Plane COINS, are LEVEL-8 Entities, and the great Astral Plane COILS, are LEVEL-9 Entities, and that is as high as it gets. LIGHTNING is a giant COIL, and a LEVEL-9 ENTITY. Any and all things including the one celled creature known as the, and yes, I am misspelling the word, Amiba; have an Astral mirrored-image reality, and even things without consciousness at all, have their Astral-Plane equivalents in Purgatory, but in ways that are too complicated to try and tackle right now. It is more along the lines of connected purpose and relatability, such as a person's automobile. When I used to have Astral-Projections from my job at the Cifaloglio site over a decade ago, it was because I would fall asleep in my car, and my car was still in motion on the Astral Plane which caused me to go into motion when it was parked and my conscious mind turned off for a short while. It wasn't so much that the car has a soul, and this is the problem with having some left out bible books due to Catholic Church Canonization processes. If all the books were in there, a lot of hidden things would be revealed. We don't have a soul, WE ARE SOUL, just as the great ECKANKAR Religion knows so well and has discussed in many of its great discourse teachings. We will get back to all of this!

Blood on my shoe, oh nightmare woman? My conscious mind never even realized that I was using the 1969 melody of that “BURN WITH FIRE” song written by me, when I wrote the other song in 1997, and even three or so years after that when I wrote the even newer lyrics for the 'Blood on my Shoe' song. How well I remember writing that part shortly after running into the great Paula King, on Tennessee Avenue, on 12 July in 1997; 23 years ago today, that went, “On the night of twelve July, I saw my giant girl walk by. I knew we'd be apart that day, 'till we'd meet again at JK”. Oh well, “say LEVY”, right Mister Mayor Backpains?????????????? Oh those wonderful French and that great language of love, huh Sir Shoeknockeroutter Chester-Frank? Like “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!! Hey, the man's son said it all to me one day in the ocean shortly before I left Jersey forever, and right there in unforgettable good old Atlantic City, New Jersey. “The public doesn't know it but we are a very resourceful family”! I wouldn't even think of arguing with him about that, yo!!!!!!!!!!!

My PHR is doing so well that I hesitate to discuss it all the time. Just yesterday during the power outage, I played three experimentation games, asking five questions of yes or no each time, and making one hundred bucks or one unit, on each of the sets, and no house vig numbers came out, so the P&L was a +$300.00!!!!!!! Also, I have followed up on some other wheels that I may be using soon, and as spoken of before, there is one wheel in the white-matter space of graphing, and it is beginning to climb even further out of the neutral zone (NZ), and I may be playing this wheel shortly. I will discuss this more at a later date. AHA-AHA-AHA, Mister McNulty!!!

Hey yo, my white-matter-space wheel is rapidly turning into another GENIE-WHEEL for me. I played it today instead of the one tha tis deep into the antimatter territory for Q&A-ART TESTING. Don't get too wet or excited from beyond the grave now; lovely Disco Queen Donna Gaines Summer!!!!!!!!!! JEEEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUIZE for crying out loudspeaker-loud, Detective Fontana.

Weekday

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The problems I face; Jim Burr knew about, four and a half freaking ass decades back into time, “MY FAMILY”, and that is a quote, except for him saying 'your', not 'my', but then, he never had to sing any damn apology songs, YO! Give me a break Merry Greendress Loveboats!!!! WEEEEEEE, me' ol' freaking Spell-Check Program was disabled by the Milituforce Hackers Club again, FBI, YO BRAH!!! One thing I have been taught by the school of AFTER AUGUST 1986 STRIKES, or the AA-1986-S-SCHOOL, for short, is that when a bad day is happening, COUNT THE MOTHER FUCKING HELL ON MAJOR BLACK HAT COMPUTER HACKING AND BLACK HAT CRACKER HACKERS, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! Oh yes folks out here, YO; I can always know that the MHC will strike on bad nasty ass fucking BOTBAR times, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Of course, in 2015, I was speaking of another “MERRY”, and not 'angry again' Dock Merry from center city Philadelphia, either!!!!!!!!!!

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CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD, CHAPTER 15

THAT WAS BACK IN 2015, AND THIS IS NOW FIVE YEARS LATER, YO. WELCOME TO THE BLOG BOOK OF POOR POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, AND TO CHAPTER #28.

Folks, I've talked about Jim Burr and meeting him at the computer school, as well as Dave Roth and our meeting as two security guards at a department store that was being constructed in Woodbury Heights, New Jersey; called Caldor. But let me tell you that no matter how I tell this thing, Mister Microsoft ThiSTLEWEEds Smart-Programs; there is no way for anyone to get it, as you would have had to be there. Lightning told me a fantastic thing in the damn nineties, and now of course, I realize she already knew that I would come to learn that I had a thirty eight year old grown up daughter, in twenty oh eight, or however Misses 1969 Marola wants to pronounce things back at Cooley-wormhole-Hall, near the great gate at Kings Highway, just past the Lilly's Lilliputian Livery, on the grounds of this incredible and awesome place of inconceivable intrigue and mystery, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How would one of my co-students from there, say this, if he was here with me now, just as he said it back then in 1972 in Dan Mackey's great class-room, “Vely vely vely intelesting”? You bet he fuckiGN would; oh great and marvelous, terrific and powerful FCC (Federal Communications Commission); and can all of this be some wild COSMIC ACCIDENT; oh lovely Twinbay, and lovely Leticia Tilley; less than a half block down the streets of Egg Harbor City, from the great one and only transdimensional INCOLLINGO'S GROCERY STORE. The great Blucran Grocery Store of Southwestern No Joysey; huh Mister writer, of the best book I ever read in this third millennium so far, “Secrets of the Museum”, and also my friend and my coworker, at the great Cifaloglio; Mister ROY CARL WEILER SENIOR!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEE, Chester-Frank, YO.

We could discuss my fatal heart attack at the Cifaloglio job and how the Almighty Pink Goddess Jehovah Lordess Neecy (Sarah Stacey) in astral to human waking world conversion-translation into English and present time; and we could discuss in length, the trip through time from the day after Christmas that year into the following middle May and all of the shit involved in the experience, as well as how if this was indeed a fatal heart attack, I am now here telling the tale and alive. We can discuss how I had no Earthly knowledge that Frank Callio would kick the damn bucket right before that Middle May time, and so much more. But people, my death experience was not an isolated one. There was the crash in Woodbury in the final part of 1985 somewhere, there was WAWA and my being shot to death, there was the crash on Route 130 after waking up to find myself driving on the wrong side of the highway, and the list is literally dozens and dozens, the drowning in the damn ocean in 1995, the electrocution twice, once by my lovely lightning and once when I stuck a walkie-talkie antenna into a 220 volt alternating electrical receptacle (wall-outlet). I have died more than thirty times, and not almost died, I said I fucking damn DIED. Like the great fictional HIGHLANDER, I seem to keep re-awakening, and this is very very fuckiGN ass complicated, and don't ever let me even hint to any of you that it ain't, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What you also must be goddamn cognizant of folks, is that that HIGHLANDER-TV show that was famous in the nineties, began as a movie the way lots of later-TV bullshit does. It began in 1984, three months after I had moved into 1406 Highland Avenue, in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG. I copyrighted two musical projects that I have highlighted in GREEN COLOR below on the COPYRIGHT OFFICE WEBSITE that depicts my music that only dates back to 1978, and we can be all day discussing other prior tunes and compilations and projects, let me assure you all of that, great wonderful folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I now am merely making the point that right after my second project in 1984 was sent to the Library of Congress © Office, and my address as well, HIGHLAND AVENUE, is this not one hell of another very fucking powerful coincidence my peeps, that this great HIGHLANDER shit, all began as well???

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#	Name (NALL) <	Full Title	Copyright Number	Date
[ 1 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	For the record.	PAu000662409	1984
[ 2 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	I'm Criana.	PAu000724397	1985
[ 3 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Karaoke Lunch Break At The Sorian Guard House.	PAu003351785	2007
[ 4 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Last number repeat--100 progression roulette system.	TXu000514390	1992
[ 5 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Lost love.	PAu000344219	1981
[ 6 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection, set 4.	PAu000546149	1983
[ 7 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo collection : set III.	PAu000442785	1982
[ 8 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr demo tunes.	PAu000325091	1981
[ 9 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Mohr tunes.	PAu000411864	1982
[ 10 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Queen of blue.	PAu000825471	1986
[ 11 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Real good girl.	PAu000881543	1986
[ 12 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.	PAu002506106	2000
[ 13 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Saga of song writer Mark Mud.	PAu000501582	1983
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What's wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989
[ 22 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Long river blues / by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204017	1980
[ 23 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Love so high / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204015	1980
[ 24 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity music pre-book.	PAu002336935	1998
[ 25 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morianity tunes of 1998.	PAu002282717	1998

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Last night, July 12, 2020, the MILITUFORCE was giving me a nasty fucking diareah attack at around a quarter before six in the damn ass morning. Tonight, the 13^th on Monday night, it is a continual weird sound coming from the idiot next to me, where else? It is a constant clicking sound that is loud and annoying, and I am going to make a damn stink soon, if I keep on fucking hearing it. These dirt bag pricks would not know what to do if they couldn't fuck up my life 24-7-365.24219!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In other words, SOSO-WEIN-SSDD?????? That shit head slut Dory, who used to live there B4 Mister fucking Mexicadoor came in; made that very same sound toothpaste TOO, Mister Mike Sucks Corp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They both have a loud chi-dog, and he never ever took down her stupid outer-door peace-logo, so don't tell me that she did not bring this scum bag to me, whether MC or Trump or anyone else is also connected into all of this or NAUT, lovely Mizz 1983 AT&T BLAKE, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo BROADCASTS and yo BRO!!!!!

I lost electrical power for nearly an hour shortly after posting up CHPT. #25. As soon as I posted it up, the skies grew dark ad within half an hour, a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE LIGHTNING STORM blew in, and whamo, out went the lights. I always forget that when they do come back on, my TV that I purchased at the Goodwill Store a year or more ago now, with no included remote control and thus I got for a real steal; comes back on with the menu screens starting with 'LANGUAGE', and there is no way to fucking exit out of it at least that I know of, without the remote, other than to switch on my DVD player that's attached to the system, and then when that plays, the system for whatever the mother fucking reason decides to reset to where it was before the outage. But it takes a toll on my nerves as I forget this, and for the third time now since buying the TV set, I frantically switch and turn and hit all of the bells and whistles and controls on the top of the flat screen TV set, and with no results other than a gigantic rise in my goddamn blood pressure. I must make a note to myself on the computer document filing system or else write it down and masking tape the note to the back of the fucking television set, so that until it is either burned into my brain to do this when power gets restored, or else I get a new TV someday with a remote control device; and save myself a near nervous breakdown, thinking that my entire day is ruined and that I may need to go and purchase another set somewhere!!!!!!! But needless to say, the day, despite lovely Goddess Diana coming over, and MAJOR-VISITING WITH HER 'LITTLE BOY' AS SHE LOVES TO CALL ME EVER SINCE THE PRIVECODE DAYS OF THE MIDDLE NINETEEN-EIGHTIES, ON THIS MORTAL WORLD AND PLANE OF LIFE; is what I used to refer in those same EIGHTIES so often, and that my good pal, Mister David Charles Roth and I, would have so many laughs about in the New Jersey Pine Barrens so damn ass often; to as, a BOTBUR, as opposed to a fucking BOTBAR day. BOTBAR stands for a day that is BOTTOM OF THE BARREL ALREADY RATED, where as a BOTBUR stands for a day that is BOTTOM OF THE BARREL UNOFFICIALLY RATED. Yessir, without me' daut to maybe complain about my desire to occasionally use rhyming prevarications, to which I reply that I don't agree with her; the day has the chance for a non-BOT rating, but is holding at the 1-1-non Fonda-HELL level as of the time it is proclaimed as BOTBUR, and thus, when I am pissed off at something happening, I deflect my anger that could possibly otherwise be directed as more dangerous and deadly 'HULK-RAGE', and in this particular case, I would say here, that this entire thing is quite UN, OFF, ICI, ALLY (unofficially) rated, and without any assistance from the Astral Plane's great PHASE-4-Entities, Shorty MacInvondi, or the great “GONG SHOW” in 1979 with that lovely gorgeous young honey by the name of Jill MacInaley! So yes, MC; sorry if me' whittle 'whimes' upset you from time to time, but boy oh boy Harvey-Wabbit, and Sir James Stuart; what can I 'mustache twirling' say here, Sir JAYJAY GOOD TIMES EVANS, yo, from all Public Housing and Welfare Projects, in New York's QUEENS, in Florida's screwed up and very hot Fort Pierce, or in Chicago's stomping ground of me' Latengrate Great Aunt Alice Gallagher Huntington, for crying out Fontana Loudspeaker LOUD; MIKE SUCKS SOFT!!!!!!!!

Thank YOUUUUUUUUU lovely Lightning for coming over to see me again today. Boy do I love you beyond anything that could ever possibly be spoken in human words!!!!!!!!

As for the power outage and television screw up, I don't believe that anything, be it GOOD OR BAD; ever just randomly happens, not to ANYONE OF US; and yes lovely Miss Mashell Daniels, of the Recorded Publications Laboratories (RPL), of 1980's Camden, NJUSAESMWG; “I'm entitled to my opinion”, and I have absolutely no damn control over people such as my super prejudiced mother, so hate me not world, as for someone who grew up with a mom who did nothing but think WP and WS thoughts, just not in a violent way; I turned out pretty damn okay, wouldn't you agree with me, OH MIGHTY LATENGRATE SIR from Tennessee Avenue, of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, and other Atlantic City areas as well, Mister John King?

'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE', Sir awesome CF, Chester-Frank, and incredible unfathomable Shoeknockeroutter man of power and might!

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The Best Ways to Prevent the Flu

November 11, 2015

By WeatherBug Meteorologist, Andrew Rosenthal

Thank YOUUUUUUUUU lovely Lightning for coming over to see me again today. Boy do I love you beyond anything that could ever possibly be spoken in human words!!!!!!!!

'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE', Sir awesome CF, Chester-Frank, and incredible unfathomable Shoeknockeroutter man of power and might!

MY LOW VIEWCOUNT BLANDBLOGS CONTINUE

The Best Ways to Prevent the Flu

November 11, 2015

By WeatherBug Meteorologist, Andrew Rosenthal

The influenza virus, or more commonly known as the flu, is a wintertime ravage with symptoms that range from very mild to life-threatening. Fever, sore throat and cough, runny or stuffy nose, and fatigue are just some of the signs and symptoms of the flu virus. What can you do to prevent the flu?

Get a flu vaccine. Available right now at a doctor's office, your local pharmacy and clinics.
Try to avoid close contact with those who are sick.<li>If you are sick, avoid exposing others by staying home from work or school for at least 24 hours.
Cover your mouth and nose when sneezing or coughing to avoid spreading disease.
Wash your hands frequently.
Take any flu drugs if you're prescribed them. >

During the late winter, the peak of the flu season, the virus can be widespread across the U.S. For healthy adults, the flu can be a nuisance; but for the young and old, it can be debilitating or even fatal, so it is important to keep the flu from spreading.

Story Image: A strain of flu virus is highly magnified in this file image from the CDC via the Wikipedia.

I tried to print out the Robitussin commercial so you can order it, but I think you will have to go there yourselves to order it, as some things won't let you do copy's to blogs.

CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD

(CEMB) CHAPTER 1

Yes, me' ol' fucking bland-blog book is now over, or actually, was over, when the tenth chapter ended. Like DUH. Funny how I know stuff because I am not afraid to let the truth come directly into my conscious mind, well, most of the time. Most people if not all people, don't dare. It causes damage to rational sanity. I admit to being a damaged individual, and a pathetic fucking soul. Why bother trying to deny such an obvious reality? But I don't hear voices, see shit, or have delusions about things. The Psych world can argue with me, but I know that I don't do these three things. I also know that my major mood swings, can be called two things. One is a bipolar mental disorder. Another is a perfectly normal fucking reaction to unnatural stimulus, being continually pumped all around me for a lifetime, without fucking relent. If shit happens to make you bubbly happy at noon, miserable at 2, super happy again at 4, and off the scale monster wo-wiz-me at 6, and this cycle keeps going; I don't believe the person experiencing the stimulus is deluded, imaginative, crazy, nuts, or bi-polar. Hey, maybe it's me, but I just don't think so.

November 11, 2015

How can I be imagining how LIGHTNING came around me, three special times, three special ways, creating three different unnatural things each time; and on three different years, it happened on the very same day of 27 July, and then on top of that; 27 was the number lightning gave to me, in a powerful dreaming experience, back in the year of 1984, while I was playing roulette in the Golden Nugget Casino of Atlantic City? I speak of the two first decade years of this present century, if memory is correct, it was in 2006 and 2007, and I do remember they were in succession, so if I am off one year ahead or behind, then it would be 5&6, or 7&8; and then again, while at Tony BonJovi's recording studio, on July 27, 2011. The mathematical odds of these three dates, and with lightning not just there, but incredibly intense, and effecting things around me, and then the wild dream back in 1984, about her telling me that 27 is indeed HER NUMBER, the number of the ELECTRON, whatever this truly means, Professor KAKU of NYU sir; this 'coincidence' places odds at approximately four point eight quadrillion to one, against it being merely a damn coincidence! But there is one more factor, that at least in my personal humble little opinion, multiplies those odds out about a thousand more times, well into high one digit quintillions to one odds, and that is the particular song I was doing at that studio, which as I think most or all of you remember and know quite well, and you too, sir Darius Evans Deezy Slim Youtube; “Wanna' Spend My Time”. This song, in part, was actually sung to me in a powerful vivid awesome dream, every bit as memorable and wild as the 1980-LOIS FOCA interaction at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments. I speak of the late spring time 1997 dream, where the awesome super talented diva, we all know and love, as Mariah Carey, sang that to me, in this experience; and I merely added a little bit to it, in order to make it a complected song. When I recorded it electronicly, this caused tremendous Earth Biosphere Interaction AKA in Morianity as (EBI), or also can be thought of as wild unnatural weather patterns, and or tectonic interference, within the deeper crusted areas of the planet; due to interruptions in the transdimensional electromagnetic energy fields. This really was, and is, an MC top hit, from a parallel universe, no matter what you 2015 cave people choose to believe, and or disbelieve. I KNOW WHAT I KNOW about this multiverse, and have been in communication with the gods of PLANK for all eternity, huh Mizz Selena DADA, and all great South Atlantic City Rooming-House Owners, everywhere?

I also totally know that in three dimensions, it may appear that Christopher Bennett was instrumental in my blogs being started on the internet, at http:www.blogger.com/ and that is partially true. BUTTTTTTTTTTT, did he have a doppelganger of himself inside of him, from a parallel universe, who was dream-travel-controlling him, to indeed be at Cifaloglio as a guard, so that he could wait for me to eventually complain about how I was being persecuted to death by the Milituforce, and then, poof; it all was a plan to get these blogs started, by him simply saying to me, “Why don't you start a blog on the net, and tell your story to them, instead of bugging me with this crap”? I went onto ask him what a blog is, and after he explained it, I was shortly over at the Hammonton-Berryville Public Library, asking them to show me how to use the computer and the word program, and the internet. Then before I knew it, along comes the great Ed Lynch, or Eddie Himacane, as I later named him. He was always holding his cane like he was going to bop me if I said something that annoyed him, so the name got created, and it stuck. Now again, you can choose to see all this in the bland narrow puny three dimensional way, or you can wonder if the King family who lived upstairs from this ''other rooming-house/boarding-house'', just three short town blocks from this library, did not also involve dream travelers (Type-3-Exploratrons), both inside of Ed Lynch, as well as Dawn and Ann King. You know what I believe about Dawn, and you know I had no reason, or Earthly one, to have that 1997 dream where Mariah sang that song to me that became this world's copy of it. I never even thought about her, and was busy trying to find Sarah Krassle, yeah, don't you dare laugh, you sons of bitches, and daughters, out here. Don't you fucking dare. There are extra hot regions in Dogtown for those who are laughing at me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I would so despise seeing things in three dimensionality the way you all do. It would be like going back to black & white TV, mono low fidelity audio, and high school, all put together. Of course back in them ther' days and times, not knowing any frikkin' better, it wasn't bad at all. All things are based on a contrast, and I can see how Pink Goddess works, even if Nick the Rubber-man Mallet Tire Wrecker cannot. Eternity is a little bit longer than a few decades, you poor dumb air conditioner slammer. But alas, no one believes anything. Of course my viewers do, as they know I am for real, and not ever for REALE! But even though I only have maybe thirty or so of them, I was told by one of them, right in this waking world, that copies of my words are printed out, duplicated, and carefully studied. For all I know, thousands of people get around to reading every single word that I type out by the end of each and every week. Meetings are even held where discussions about these words, indeed take place. So even though this blog has a small appearing daily view, I no longer will concern myself with that. I will however, find out from my Staples Guru, just how to get a hosted promoted web-site, with the major search engines, and promoted to those who have displayed interest on the internet, about the topics that these blogs touch on, you know, the gods, the Astral-Plane, persecution by unknown forces, Star Trek, phases of existence, the cosmos and potential extra terrestrial activities, and a whole lot more subjects as well! Then this blog will grow, and not until. This is because the Milituforce and only the Milituforce, is reading it. And you all know how I feel about who is in the Milituforce, and who is not. Who can ever know such things when we live in a reality of type-3-exploratronic activity? This is the GUESSING of the GUESTS GAME!!!

That wild dream that I had two nights ago where I was on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City and suddenly a huge wind blew up is quite wild in more ways than it just happening in what Morianity calls “happening in DISTANT hyperspace”. The Tropical Storm called FAY is indeed there now, and I've been watching it on TWC where I just got this weather report as shown above. The winds are around 60 MPH as per the information on the screen. In all honesty, I do follow storms as any Florida resident does during “hurricane season”, but I had not been thinking at all about TS-FAY, not on any conscious level. This is part of what will be explored more as other blogs follow, this recent 'dreaming experience', as well as other things pertaining to the mind and brain and the various types of consciousness, which by the way, do create differing types of brain alpha ways, that can be scientifically measured in any good laboratory that is studying the subject, and I wish to make another point crystal clear as well. When we take multiple-choice tests in schools of learning or wherever else, our brain remembers all things on a conscious level. But many degrees of under or sub conscious levels are always also there for all of us. This is why when something is at the edge of our thoughts or tip of the tongue as many call it, and then someone says the thing, we jump and say 'of course', due to knowing it all along but just not at absolute conscious thought levels. We do not forget the smallest item in our infinite true existence. And many things can trigger hidden under-conscious memories, especially when our senses connect into it, smells, sounds, and all the rest of our five sensory systems. This topic is not a 1-2-3 easy lesson and indeed there is a whole entire slew of shit on this subject, and yes, it fits and dovetails ever so perfectly into so many things that these nearly 15-YEAR blogs talk about in my Morianity Bible for Millennium-3. The largest item is our full 5^th dimensional existence, or the waking world plus our dreaming lives, in other words. A bad dream about something at our jobs, if severe enough, and even if fully forgotten about on a conscious level by the time we finish our breakfasts, can have dire consequences that cause life altering shit to occur. It can cause us, and especially in the goddamn olden times before the Democratic Political Correctness (DPC) for short, to punch out our boss for the least little thing that he might say to us or do to us, and if we don't get another job right away, our entire credit rating can go down the toilet from the inability to pay our bills in a timely fashion. Then a home that may have been purchased never will be, and moving to a community where we may meet our spouse or have the great PCH Prize Patrol truck show up at our door, never happens. Entire time-lines of the continuum not only can be theoretically, but absolutely ARE CHANGED, all the time, just from what happens to us IN OUR GODDAMN DREAM-LIVES, as it most definitely does effect our conscious mind's emotions and feelings, and thus potential actions that may result. This is why I refuse to think cave-day concepts of believing that our lives are so confined to 3-D. I have proclaimed all along that our lives, like it or not, ARE ABSOLUTELY FIFITH DIMENSIONAL! And yes, I could go on an don and on, and not on an don and don, Sir Mike Sucks Soft; only I am just opening up huge potential bullshit for other times, and will not say anything further on this for right now!!!

SMELLING REAL 'GOUUUUD', AND THE END!

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