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Oh boy oh boy oh boy Uncle Wonderfulife Billy sir, have I endured a major emmereffing 4-day major arieal death siege, Mon-Thurs, so far today i has backed off, yo! You go Latengrate Sir James Stuart of all great transdimenional switching stories everywhere, huh lovely Mizz OW??????????????????????????????????? We're gonna' be discussing 'switching', just like the damn great Frank Capra movie. On the night of 15 August in 1986, I took another of zillions of switches just as we all do when we go off to sleep or even do a quick Ice-Tea-Finn 20 in the cops-crib. I know, you're in Miami Beach, I said "FINN", I know you're off having a blast at M-Beach as you said to all of us fans that day! But when we drop off for even ten seconds, we do get switched B4 we come back to the waking world, most of the time in very small degree-movements of the vast 5th dimensional hyperspace. But what causes the switching to sometimes be just a teeny weeny amount and then other times, a great switch to a way more distant place seems to happen as it did to me on that wild ass day? Well peeps, it has to do with only one thing, I'm absolutely convinced of it. POLARITY of where we are verses where we go in this incredibly HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE fifth dimension of virtually endless parallel alternate realities (universes) just like ours, ONLY QUITE DIFFERENT! When we dream, for those who do have good memories of them as everyone dreams, even our pets dream, don't you see how we always stay in close duplicates yet always off by small things? I mean hey you all know, our offices and jobs, our houses or apartments, our towns, they are sort of the same, BUT YOU KNOW WITHOUT ME SAYING IT, THEY ALWAYS ARE DIFFERENT TOO. Still, polarity as in how good or bad (-) or (+) in other words, our lives in our dreams are, rarely if EVER change, right folks, YO??????????? Now for me on this one night, I was in a reality of total opposite life that I could ever relate to from life while awake. Things there were beautiful I owned a huge land management company called Starburn Outreach Development Corporation and we managed tens of billions of dollars of land and property and were the largest company in the USA that did land and property management. I was dating who in this world, and engaged to, the person who over here in waking world, was the great recording artist named Donna Adrian Gaines Summer, and many peeps called her Dock Dags, even though she hadn't got her med-degree yet and was working at the Atlantica Medical Center of New Jersey, Atlantica was the name of the city, as over here in this reality, it is called and has been since it was founded as a health resort in the eighteen seventies, Atlantic City. Patty HHH and Merry were also part of my five month stay there, and a large chunk of Egg Harbor City was the estate where Starburn ODC was headquartered in while a place in Pennsylvania was being constructed. The Roundhouse Museum where many locals have visited and a huge 500 acre area that surrounded it was all part of the headquarters estate. I had some wild partners who were all direct descendants of the great explorer, Vasco DaGama from the days of Chris Columbus. My fatjher too had roots that went into this family as my dad was able because of these roots to get into secret places in museums in Spain and Portugal back in the days of WWlll. This is a fact here in the waking world by the way, and is why my dad was later able to join the great famous two treasure salvage teams as he had secret information from friends he made while on ship liberty in some wild museums. I am speaking of Kip Wagner and Melvin Fisher of the Treasure Coast of Florida where Russian-Provadenia has brought me nearly thirteen years ago now, me' folks! But in this parallel world, Jimmie Carter was President and not Ronald Reagan, and at the end of the experience lasting just over five months, he made that famous statement to me in responce to what I had just shouted to him in the city of Atlantica. Now this was all in 1986. Over here in this reality, the same medical center known then in 1986 as the ACMC, changed its name somewhere in this century after this all had taken place in a parallel world, and the name was altered to the Atlanticare, this can all be checked out and verified. Merry had become the same great artist that she became here and lived right there in the Roundhouse Starburn Estate. Patty HHH and I had been married and divorced but aimicably, and she too lived in one of the huge wings of the home. I stayed in Atlantica in a small walkup about half a mile from the med-center in this wild experience that forever altered my life here. I did it for reasons we need naut get into right now, but my last days there suddenly became troublesome and gruesome. B4I could effect repairs to some things, I went to enter my walk-up and when the door opened, huge mean guys greeted me, and the entire place had been altered, and I was suddenly falling towards the street curb and one of these big brutes must have punched me. Then there was some spinning around maybe from a head injury that resulted, and then I woke up in my bed at the Cherry Hill Karpf owned house that my mom and I were renting in 1986. Life suddenly turned on a dime, I scalded myself with spilled tea, my major ear infection was painful and had worsened from the previous two days and nights, and every single day after this was horrendous and totally BOTBAR, and this went on month after month, and even when 1987 rolled around, things never got better than BOTBAR percentages well into the fucking nineties. We will talk more on this as time goes on but other shit needs be addressed so let me move this Store-High-In-Transport along for now, Mister BonJovi Sir, and great Engineer Ryan of Pompana Beach, FLUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ When I talk about Mizz Blake, this for those who may not know about it if they're new readers of these blogs, wqas a lady working at AT&T in 1983 in the Annoyance Caller Bureau, and she told me to calm down and chill after I had lost it because I hadn't a clue back in April and May that I was in lague with an Astral Plane force known as Lightning Goddess Diana, and one day Mizz Blake said to me after I told her that it seems that someone is trying to drive me crazy, "I don't know if somebody's trying to drive you crazy or NAUT, she had that accent that I just can't forget, pronouncing the word NOT like astro-naut. And for those who don't understand HALL'S FAWCES, Mister Hall a coworker of mine at the great Camden, NJUSAESMWG licorice plant on Jefferson Avenue called McAndrews & Forbes, was talking to a buddy of his one day in that loud voice that he had, and I was sitting nearby. His pal told him about a really bizarre incident that had just happened to him. After this, Hall said back to him and again in an accent that stuck in my head, and pertaining to the 70's movies we all know and loved called STAR WARS, and the forces being with us, "You must be in with the FAWCES", that is how he pronounced the word FORCES, and that will stay with me along with Mizz AT&T Blake's great unforgettable Mister Nat King Cole's statement. Nothing in my life or in these blogs is nonsensical or craziness, it all makes perfect sense, to those out here WHO K---N---O---W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yes great Arts & Entertainment Channel, I may not know THAT I know but I sure frikkin' "Know what I know". _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ As for Absolute Gravitation or you all say (GOD), God has been proven mathematically, the great SINGULARITY, only human mortals have egos and issues and refuse to admit to the obvious. GOD HAS been proven!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They keep saying their math formulas are wrong, only they are NAUT, lovely Mizz 1983 Blake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This being is, and that is all there is to it, lovely Dawn-Marie King. It not only IS, but it is all things simultanelusly. When it needs to actually visit its creation, it travels in its (B)-copy. The power to do this and anything else is all in its (C)-copy. This copy is the power and creative copy. All quantum physicists know that electrons depending on how they orbit the atoms and how many there are in the atoms, makes the element what it is, you know, gold being gold, lead being lead, and so forth. It's all just the great electron's dance. This is why in good conscience I find no problem calling the ELECTRON, GODS SPIRIT or power copy. But all electrons in truth are really one super electron in the great seventh dimension, Mister Spooky-Fawces Al einstein, oh great pal of my dad's and Princeton, NJ-USA Professor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Awakening from 5-dreams and having our waking reality altered as a result and without anyone of us being remotely aware of this 5th-D truth that we're all existing in, is all part of the mysteries of great Star Trek Russican and regular Russian "provadenia", oh great Sir, President Putin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! By the way peeps, I did not get my THREAT cut in 1986 when I began gambling instead of properly playing PE-Roulette at the Jersey casinos, no sir. I got me' THROAT cut, typo error, but then slipped ship lips and weird letters on keyboards are all part of so many things in the world of mystery and providence. I mean typo, or type-0 civilizations, Sir Proffessor Kaku? Unfortunately peeps, under this Huntington Curse, I don't and can't ever do anything without applying a QUANTUN DYNAMIC to it! Playing roulette at the Jersey casinos was absolutley no exception to that rule, me' fwolks out here, YO BRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! And this is why on many of me' previous blogs, I have discussed what I've labelled as "Quantum-Roulette". All shit is part of this, and I don't have the James Tiberious Burr 'LUXURY' of turning this hellishness surrounding my mortal world life, on and off like a damn ass bathroom faucet, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Now about things that we all remember differently on television shows throughout the past half century, for those older folks that is: Many times yes, things are happening like this because there is such a deal as EDITOR'S CUTS, and several versions are made of things. Many times cursing and non-cursing words are done that way, like in the great apollo-13 movie where Tom Hank's wife the astronaut's wife says NASA HOGWASH on one cut, and NASA BULL-SHIT on another cut. But I am speaking about what many know well what I'm saying. Saying that it is our human fallable memories in partically correct, BUT NO-SIR, NAUT COMPLETELY CORRECT YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Many times we do get SWITCHED just from napping and sleeping, and eventually, this entire thing gets beyond outlandish, and we all know it, and we all know that me' Morianity is telling powerful truths, and we know that EXPLORATRON TRAVELERS don't like it when we get onto their shit an dpeeps like me even less are appreciated when we air their filthy underwear in public Knights Park Collingswood places!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The only difference between all of you and me, is that I AM ONTO THIS AND I AM AWARE OF THE ASTRAL PLANE REALTIES BEHIND ALL OF THIS SHIT, AND THE GREAT MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, or the Astral Plane Authorities. Few mortal Earthers know any real truths and powerful occult-hidden secrets of the great MC, as well as why that particular exact (MC) letter combination comes up with me so many unlimited times, decade after decade in my present mortal world life as Mark Wayne Mohr, YO BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I truly believe that suicide rates would drop substantially if peeps whom have extremely messed up lives like 'yours-truly', would follow a very magical tool, and it has nothing to do with any ILLEGAL SUBLIMINAL CONSCIOUSNESS CARD TRICKS OF EARLY IN THIS MILLENNIUM, or WAYV-FM Radio Station New Jersey tricks to make me suddenly switchon my car radio and then to kjeep switching until my daughter's song came on, Mister Regis sir, and no, never threaten the great Almighty Mizz Paula King, but yes, if this trick was merely used, and it is this: I have used it since 1995 after finishing recently, dictating my OLD TESTAMENT MORIANITY BIBLE and was starting to do the NEW TEST, but I'd listen back to certain sections that really kept me going during times of monstrous horrible fucking death sieges by the OTAMMITE'S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Unlike regular scriptures, this was meant exactly for me, and it helped me in ways that are too damn ass immense to properly address on a quick simple tweet-blog here today, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Regulare scripture just was insufficient because as the chosen Huntington, what I am going through violates these same scriptural promises such as nobody being able to handle too much and thereby the Almighty makes a rule saying several things and one being that nothing uncommon to humanity in generAL CAN HAPPEN TO ANYONE, AND i KNOW THIS TO BE IN MY CASE, F--A--L--S--E, AND YOU CAN ALL HATE ME FOR DARING TO SAY THIS ALL YOU WANT TO, and you too Count Quentin Petofi of 1969. Ziggy Hello, my asshole, you teary eyed Native American you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Karen Simons and David Roth, where to begin: They both couldn't wait to talk to me after seeing two ENTERTAINMENT WORLD things back in the nineteen-nineties, YO YO YO BRO!!!!!! With Dave it was earlier, early in the decade. He'd just seen a TNG-Star Trek show over at his pal's house, bob Vandegrift, the dude who I told you all about on long ago blogs who punched out poor Ronald McDonald, and without any great poker hands, fast food worker dancers to my great dance music from '88, so let me tell you about this thing. He had seen an episode where an inventor who lived in New Jersey back in my days visit the great Star Ship Enterprise. He was always swiping things to take back so that he could get the patents in his name long B4 they got invented, and we all know this would cause 'switching' from the 7th-D Lawtronics system to ocurr should this naut be merely fictional. But the provadenia-fawces of Mister Hall kicked in in a different way in the show and he was dealt with, but the coincidence of me having unusual and out-of-time things and also being a New Jersey inventor really made Dave jump a mile an dhe couldn't wait to get to my house after leaving his pal BV's place, to tell me all about it and a year later I saw a rerun of that show, like "WOW", huh Macy club and lovely kids who have turned on me, at least to hear Mister Steve Walgreens Parks tell it. But let me finish this up B4 getting into that. Karen my realtor and sister of Sheriff Simons of Camden County, gothome late from a movie with her hubby and had to call me and shout to me over the phone all out of breath, "Mark, you're the damn taxi driver, you're Mel Gibson", she was talking abvout the great new hit movie called, Conspiracy Theory", and here is some additional provadenia for all of you, and you too Sir mPresident Putin. The guy playing Captain Picard in the TNG-Star Trek show also was in the great movie with Julia Roberts and Mel Gibson, CT, and the initials are the connecticut state legal abbreviation, and my 7th grandpappy died in his 4th term in office as the Governor of Connecticut back in the year of our SAR (LORD) "AHHHH" yes, female goddess conversion, of 1790. Yes Mister SWP told me back last year in 2021 at the town park that my daughter, according to a very secret source of information on the dark-net, was behind my nabe from hell coming to wipe me out back at the PEEHA Building. It seems according to this sourse, that she felt threatened, lovely Mizz Paula Regis Philbin King-WAYV, that all tralalala's notwithstanding here, that I was going to say too many things about family problems and Aunt Barbara Canitbetrue Byberry, from 1938, and indirectly out her. Well, rest easy, all I wanted from you was to collaborate about my medical condition, and I respect your wishes not to cooperate with me. I still MAY decide to leave the treasure charts to you in a will, as this is your heritage. My 1984 conversation about reducing the ativan dosage from 120 Mg monthly down to 10 will always remain our secret, Doctor. Some secrets do indeed need to be 'carried' to the grave, I guess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Mayor of Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG, I do not know why the police hurt me when I am a law abiding citizen, but there sure did. Officer Boxer gave me his word that he would solve my problem, that is a quote, and no, the name was changed so only you know who I mean here as some viewers of me' bwog may indeed be in this county and this is not meant to smear. I only say this as it breaks my fucking heart Honorable Mayor, that a law-abiding citizen would be treated so poorly. The lawyer was no good, he did nothing but take my money and said screw me politely. The same officer told me he tested with a sound measuring device the apartment of that dirt bag prick and got a 100 DB reading of his horrendous fucking music. He then promised to tell my lawyer, Boyd, that this test was done. But the lawyer told me when he asked that Officer Boxer told him that it wasn't that bad and laughed. Why peeps treat me so fucking bad everywhere can only be cunt lapping explained by the goddamn HUNTINGTON CURSE, and you all know totally well out here that I am speaking the fucking cunt sniffing absolute honest truth, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me just add thissssssssssssssssssssssss too, oh lovely Mizz 1983 AMC-Lucci, YO!!!! If citizens are treated like this when they need help from a legitimate problem and get treated badly and unfairly, then why do you mother fucking authorities out here expect us to have any belief in your system or faith that justice ever gets done???????????????????????????????????? Answer me that some commentor, YO BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I said that it was my camp counselor Mister Mack Kaiter who told me in 1967 that "THIS IS REDICULOUS", and I mispoke and am SAHWEE folks. It was me who said that to him on several occassions and it became something to laugh at me as a kid for saying over anbd over, and I never forgot it. I rarely ever forget any mother fucking thing, usually only after many interferring exploratronic travelers fuck with my life and my shit enough times, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Twuwee peeps, I am sahwee for many things and I ain't too proud to say I am wrong when I am, nor would I ever dare to put lovely Jenny Gray in a corner, Detective Lenny Briscoe, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This entire thing Mister Kaiter is WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEEKULUS, and you can tell beautiful Katy of 1997 Abseacon that I said so. Federal congressman Rob Andrews's assistant in those days following my experience at the DQ place, he insisted that she was just a horney teenager who wanted to jump my bones and I was ignoring her. Well if you get this message, lovely non Huntington Curse initials Misses Clinton, tell her I was scared to death of this girl and if I thought she had liked me, then I would have been, to quote Mister McKinnon, "A whole lot nicer" to her. Those endless last surnames of Dick Wolf and his marvelous "L&O" TV-SHOW, like MACY-WOW, without any murr or frankensense or other great awesome incarnated Pink Goddess mysteries. Multiverse lab-technician ativan dosages my foot, Copyright Office, like gimme' a bweak. Or as EOTO school kid might say it B4 she blossomed into that gorgeous babe on dicks's show last year, "SUCK ME' DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIK", as only she could say it with lovely red twizlers in her adorable mouth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh that Hebrew nasty secret. Well, without it I've grown old and ugly and I am falling apart, it really is an evil, unfair, ugly-ass world at light speed squared, yessir, Mister Al Einstein YO! Yes lovely HC, I sure would have sold me' soul to the guy in the red suit if you could have been elected PRES-45. Oh well, life goes on to quote my distant cuzz who did get the fucking job. I'll never forget hearing my name loud and clear right after your gal-pal Katy long in the future from '97, got done singing her version of the 1400 pound press song.Tell lovely giant Kate that I always loved that song. If she hadn't moved out to the west coast with her family, who knows, Mizz Hilary??????????????????????????????????????? Did you know last year I had a really wild 5th dimensional experience with you. I was in the Capitol Building and you were back as a Senator, and I approached where you were sitting noit even aware that the Senate was in session, it was one of those 'not wearing any clothes type of nightmare' that we get sometimes, you know, a "toby-couch" experience to quote the great apartments dot com guy!!!!!!!!!!!! I really love that fucking guy. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir Chester-Frank. I am not against anybody. It is everybody else who's been hurting me over and over ever since summer time in 1980 when Marcella Levy Detroit and her boy Gibb brother Robin stole my fucking LOST LOVE song, or actually Tom Glenn's great arrangement on it, and got the great Copyright Office to be complicit in ther rotten scheme to get away with it. Ever since then these enteertainment peeps have hated me and been burying me, as if it was me who did them fucking wrong when in truth, they did me wrong. I did not steal your shit YO, you fucking stole mine, GIBB BROS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What gives here SIR WORLD, YO BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR?????????? ____________________________________________________________________--------------------------------____________________________________ I have so much to say starting with thank you for this great library time extention, oh wonderful SL County, FLUSAESMWG Library System. To quote the great muscle-boy Governor AS from lovely Sweden, and yessir Guv that part of the world is beyond beautiful, those areas into Austria and of course breath taking Ireland. My astral body has flown all over these incredible places. I am now going to say what you said, Sir AS GUV, I am terminating and rapping up this whittle bwog now, KAL (CAL), but yes, "I"LL B BACCCCCCHHHKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!! "THE END", lovely Katy- L&O-SVU-SAVANT