“EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND--LESSON & JOURNAL 3”
2:18 PM, Friday, September 4, 2009 AD--OPEN: (RE-EDIT)
Skip the part from here until the paragraph that reads Close and then says, no it is not the close, as this is a rewrite editing job as well as some major add ons now, BRA!!!!!!!!!!! I am now gonna blow your mind some more, caveat emptor.
This will B a bit different than expected even 4 Me. A revelation struck me last night after their big up day on Wall Street, and yet it had nothing 2 do directly with the stock market or Wall Street. It is all interwoven and inter-connected yes, but we can also as stated previously, bump into a distant cousin on any block in any major city if we go out as far as the 20-40 system lineage, hay R we not supposed 2 all B one human family? Well that is something that no one knows in this time period, or do they. Some of the Exploratronic Supermind is obviously privy 2 all answers and all omniscience, common sense insists upon that if we truly understand ES.
So far today, some nasty crash low flying planes have made their presence known around the home of hell where I am residing here on 13th Street, Freddy Elm. Chemtrails the last few nights and days R not real bad, but they R there and covert. They R made in front of the wind direction so that the wind then scattered the poison soup into my area and effects me giving me shirt attacks and nasty increased hay fever symptoms. This is all verifiable if U would just look up the subject of CONTRAILS/CHEMTRAILS on the mighty Google internet.
Dawn is drinking at a Hammonton bar, and yet John Judy her probation officer was just here at the house a few days ago and left his card. If he is back here when I bring her back later, it is off 2 prison 4 your cuz, MC. Oh well, this is no new experience 4 your fam, huh. 2 think that all these years I was blaming myself 4 the James T. Burr family syndrome that he told me in 1974 was the problem that was going on around me and my life even back then, long B4 it ever exploded and domino’d into all of this beyond absurdity stuff!!!!!!!!! This blog is all about more important things than this ridiculous nightmare family, (TF-70). It is about what was revealed 2 me late last evening B4 retiring 2 my bed. All of this idea about a foundation and creating this “MORIANITY” thing, is now seen in a new light of total futility. I am not having my experiences in any real and true way directly where it would ever hope 2 count, with the humans that make up the population of the society in which I am forced 2 live and interact with. They can and will, absolutely never understand my sitch and where my hell is all really coming from, and I truly am expecting way 2 much here. It would take just 2 big a miracle, and people R not walking on water around here any longer. Actually, I know that they never did, and that the dream world and the waking world has been culturally confused and mistakenly merged and given enough time and historians, there goes that old school experiment of the line of kids, and telling a secret one 2 the next and seeing how far off this gets at the end of the line from where it indeed had begun with the very first student. In a nutshell, all I’m saying is that my problems go so far beyond man, man’s religion, and man’s potential 2 grasp any of it, that it is truly the epitome of futility 2 go on in blogging, in the mode and johnra, however it is spelled, as spellchecker is useless 2 ever help me correctly spell this simple word, that I have been doing now 4 pretty near half of a decade. I met Christopher Bennett, my coworker who put me onto internet blogging, back in middle March of 2005, and by the end of the year I was getting my feet wet a little at the local town library, using their computers on a rigid and austere strictly time enforced schedule, trying 2 learn how 2 use them as well as how 2 get on a blogging site and begin my story and my blogs, starting first on the site called www.blogger.com/. If I had never tried 2 fight the Callio’s, a branch of the mighty TAWF or TF-70, or THAT-FAMILY as I secretly always called them since July of 1970, none of this would have most likely ever all have happened. They planned my kidnapping in the sixties and seventies, but I now totally believe that my mother made some deal with them so that they would leave me alone in exchange 4 something gargantuan. I only can theorize presently what exactly she offered them, but I think it was a small favor done by Aunt Ruth talking her hubby into granting a loan, and how I know this, is totally not bloggable, so don’t ask, and mister military, I won’t tell!!!!!!!!!!! A runny nosed stupid annoying child can C that I am in 4 another horrendous nasty holiday-helliday weekend, they always R BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now the point 2 all of today’s writings is defeated by what I have so far written, I am being the ultimate hypocrite, as I still am hoping 2B communicating with the human race on its conscious awake mind level, and this can B done, but only 2 end up in guaranteed freaking failure, BRO!!!!!!
I am still writing in the vein that humans reading this blog may in some way band together eventually, take pity on me and my horrific circumstance, and even attempt 2 help and rescue me, as I have indeed made a very generous offer 2 split any lawsuits 50/50 after a net amount of remuneration is jury awarded 2 me, as a result of such help taking place, leading 2 an eventual conviction and prosecution of those responsible 4 destroying my entire life intentionally and without freaking mercy.
I need 2 begin really taking what I know 2B totally true as head knowledge, down inside myself and in my innermost beingness, and bring this 2 myself as a full heart-knowledge, thereby correctly acting upon what I know, and stop being the dummy and imbecile that I have been as Blogger-Mountainpen 4 so long now. Ed Himacane was lying 2 me and his motive was not only selfish, but planned and predestined by those related 2 his upstairs neighbors at the time at Judge Raso’s rooming house, yes Copyright Office, now U CAN say, and it’s O--VER, it’s O---VER, and forget any blissful voices, as “SATAN” always uses powerful inducements and enticements 2 accomplish his wicked missions. BOOM!!!!!!! What R cannons of war used 4, cymbals crashing at 16 bells? They R used 4 DESTRUCTION, no creation value exists at all 4 these war machines, am I right?????, DING, GONG, CLASH!!!!!!!!!! So on we now go, and in a proper and correct mode, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!! Wish me luck anyone that might just remotely give a tiny shirt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First off, B4 even a paragraph change occurs here, I will always B a flesh and blood human and will never B able 2 just blog 2 some nonhuman asleep collectiveness of an alien life force, alien in that it is not like any other chat or blog online, it is not 4 the awake or the human ear. It has taken me lots of time 2C this as clearly as Johnny Nash makes claims 2 clarity back around the autumn of 1972, Sarah Jacobson. As the paragraph does change now however, it will B quickly obvious 2 anyone just how this blog is gonna indeed differ from now on from prior blogging texts B4 it.
The revelation that came 2 me was always there in front of me and was based on a commodity traders book by J. Wells Wilder from the late nineteen seventies. In this book, he tells the reader that the markets must B analyzed first, and then dependant upon what this analysis reveals, U use one of several systems, and change systems as the market moves show their changes in the long running moves. This was a highly ingenious system, and reminds me of the United States Constitution, building into it the constants as well as the elasticity’s, such as with the amendments. After-all, who can know the future, Chief-Mayor-Medal-Special-Ops Bob Levy? The future is created and made and not fixed. But as we all know, U out there ES, and me, there is a bit more complexity involved here with all of this than just this super compressed statement, huh peeps? In any event, my IAD conscience that prevents me from playing the most recent 300 number hottest columns of 3-5, as one long roulette game, insisting that I beat the game fair and square with a system of game by game individuality, it seemed that I was always working around the only way I really knew would work, more ETTOS, huh dudes And Briggs? I always knew how 2 score ‘follows’ and ‘opposites’, as well as on single parameters or all 3 as a total F or O game-wheel. Most games R not in neutral ranges, and neutral ranges can B basically either not played or either of the 2 systems can B used, and these 2 systems being as follows: FOLLOW or plus integer scores results in playing in the STRING-MODE. U simply play the one longest string until it breaks. In OPPOSITE or negative integer resulting scores, U play an anti-string system, and this being betting against the 4-string, reversing any outcome and betting a 1-2-4 progression. The FOLLOW string mode is always played flat-bet only, no progressions. This was in front of me 4 almost 30 years since Jim Burr and I went down 2 the golden Nugget Casino in Atlantic City in the spring of 1983 that day, a day I will never forget, when Resorts Casino later that same day said over their PA system, “OK, the name of this song is”, and they know exactly what they did, huh Copyright freaking Office??????
Hello ESM or ES Marola, yes I know who UR, and I know who this entire MAYAN family is. This was planned from 50,000,000 years ago, just as the mighty JULIA WHITE told me in 1994 was indeed the case, only U never thought I would ever get this enlightened did U, ya blankadeedoodadeefrackenfrickenblahblah!!!!!!!!!
This is only a short blog and my way of saying, here ‘dawns’ a new day and time. A very ‘Terra’-BULL one perhaps, but now the way my blogging is done will totally change. Hay, humans may comment, and so may all the rest of U, I know U can, I know all the stuff U can do, I am more dangerous now 2U than U will ever B2 me, BRA.
CLOSE: No, we do not close, and this is all a re-edit job, we continue right on. It is 5:01 post meridian on this early evil holiday weekend and Friday evening. I know all about U, Lambrigg Cultists, my youngest daughter has found me through hyperspace and is telling me major things when I move exploratronically into her universe and speak 2 her. Ok, so U got your freaking evil bird way the past 2 days with the stock market gaining over a freaking buck and a half. Still on the week I would say U broke sort of even, it is either up or down just a very few, no big scores 4U like the past 2 weeks and really 3 months, or ‘whatever’ Congy Oak. How is Angel doing, did U marry her sir? U really R more like an entertainer than a politician or, U missed your calling. In 1975 U could sing like Pavarotti, and I guess that did not change and 4 whatever reason U just felt a calling 2 enter the public life of politics, Clarence Harris told me many interesting things kind sir. Y does the Huntington curse seem 2 chain and loop me up with so many Pavarotti types I used 2 wonder? No longer do I wonder, but this is topic 2B revealed 2 the multiverse through this electronic medium at another more opportune time, and not right now, BRO. No, the vague and poorly worded earlier blog made it seem unclear and quite ambiguous on exactly what was really the revelation that I had late last evening, it was not the roulette thing, it was the fact that there is no way I can talk 2 the citizens of 2009 in this or any other transdimensional plane in hyperspace, I must speak all my words now DIRECTY 2 the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND. THAT, sir ROCK of Nurse Chapel Rodenberry, is the EQUATION, and not, energy equals mass times the velocity of light squared. This will really save me on the long build up foundations, elucidated explanations, and so forth, as U that I am really speaking 2, all know exactly what u have done 2 freaking me, as well as Y. This way we can hash this out and communicate, using blogger sites and this interconnected network of personal computers and mainframes as merely our ‘medium’.
I know every filthy little dig and shot U ever gave me through TV shows and radio songs, and movies, and U name it, HA-HA-WHO Halloween laugher. Not one thing or just about, has managed 2 elude me, escape me, and get past me, maybe some things did 4 a while, but as time caught up with the situations, screw all of U, I figured it out there Summer Sanders and gang, DUHH Hyundai. This will B much easier 2 blog directly 2U now, MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, and really the main title now 2 everything will B changed in some like manner that expresses this reality. Unlike all other blogs on the internet, people will become more and more clueless 2 things that they read, but hay MC, they all ready put a SC hat on me and laugh louder than my 7 foot stage monitors could reach in sound pressure level, (SPL). Screw U and your dirt bag tactics of using annoying noise against me and other enemies that R onto U in varying different degrees, as well as all of your sick greasy filthy diseased PAWM-PIE tools. I hate your diseased guts LUCIFER/SATAN as the churchers and bible refer 2U, I will CU rot in eternal hellfire personally, if it takes me three hundred septillion centuries, and that U can believe ya shmuck. Everything U have done 2 me now since the days I was employed at Recorded Publications in Camden, New Jersey, the sound studio that was quite famous in the nineteen fifties when the Huntington Curse was still on Herbert Huntington. I was not tagged as IT yet, he had not yet committed those brutal atrocities huh Daniel Collins, and then hung himself afterwards down ion the freaking cellar. I was informed 2 nights ago by a reliable source that there is a book with 100 of the most hideous and grotesque murders and murderers, and that this incident in Braintree, Massachusetts made the book. Yo. So Y did the Dow Jones go up nearly a hundred points today after I posted a way that I can break out of the HC? Simple BRA. First of all, I have been able 2 win against the bank vig of roulette since April of 1986 when I seriously decided 2 attack the gaming tables in my spare time applying the science of parallel event. It was not the game that defeated me later on, it was the HC. The mighty revolting nightmarish HUNTINGTON CURSE. They still know that nothing will ever work 4 me down there in Atlantic city, and that is because there is just way 2 much evil that they can always keep doing against me, and perpetrate on me continuously and constantly,. Forever just wearing me down, just as the pressures of another odious and awful week, caused me 3 brother sucking trip and fall in the grocery store parking lot a short while ago and make a fool out of stupid klutz self, after returning back into town, Hammonton, from taking Drunken Dawn down 2 the harbor, Egg Harbor, NJUSAESMWG. U know that U’ve got me, and that there is no way 4 me 2 ever escape. My mission is 2 let the world know about this phony god that has come on the scene and made so many phony and lying promises 2 people. Or if I am chosen by this demented deity 2B born 2 suffer and only suffer, Y would any of U want 2 even think of worshipping this kind of lunatic upline teenager? Any of U, here, there, anywhere, I pose that question 2 anyone, BRO!!!!!!!! And now, we CLOSE:
Friday, September 4, 2009
ES-3
“EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND--LESSON & JOURNAL 3”
2:18 PM, Friday, September 4, 2009 AD--OPEN:
This will B a bit different than expected even 4 Me. A revelation struck me last night after their big up day on Wall Street, and yet it had nothing 2 do directly with the stock market or Wall Street. It is all interwoven and inter-connected yes, but we can also as stated previously, bump into a distant cousin on any block in any major city if we go out as far as the 20-40 system lineage, hay R we not supposed 2 all b one human family? Well that is something that no one knows in this time period, or do they. Some of the Exploratronic supermind is obviously privy 2 all answers and all omniscience, common sense insists upon that if we truly understand ES.
So far today, some nasty crash low flying planes have made their presence known around the home of hell where I am residing here on 13th Street, Freddy Elm. Chemtrails the last few nights and days R not real bad, but they R there and covert. They R made in front of the wind direction so that the wind then scattered the poison soup into my area and effects me giving me shirt attacks and nasty increased hay fever symptoms. This is all verifiable if U would just look up the subject of CONTRAILS/CHEMTRAILS on the mighty Google internet.
Dawn is drinking at a Hammonton bar, and yet John Judy her probation officer was just here at the house a few days ago and left his card. If he is back here when I bring her back later, it is off 2 prison 4 your cuz, MC. Oh well, this is no new experience 4 your fam, huh. 2 think that all these years I was blaming myself 4 the James t. Burr family syndrome that he told me in 1974 was the problem that was going on around me and my life even back then, long B4 it ever exploded and domino’d into all of this beyond absurdity stuff!!!!!!!!! This blog is all about more important things than this ridiculous nightmare family, (TF-70). It is about what was revealed 2 me late last evening B4 retiring 2 my bed. All of this idea about a foundation and creating this “MORIANITY” thing, is now seen in a new light of total futility. I am not having my experiences in any real and true way directly where it would ever hope 2 count, with the humans that make up the population of the society in which I am forced 2 live and interact with. They can nor will, absolutely never understand my sitch and where my hell is all really coming from, and I truly am, expecting way 2 much here, it would take just 2 big a miracle, and people R not walking on water around here any longer. Actually, I know that they never did, and that the dream world and the waking world has been culturally confused and mistakenly merged and given enough time and historians, there goes that old school experiment of the line of kinds and telling a secret one 2 the next and seeing how far off this gets at the end of the line from where it indeed had begun with the very first student. In a nutshell, all I’m saying is that my problems go so far beyond man, man’s religion, and man’s potential 2 grasp any of it, that it is truly the epitome of futility 2 go on in blogging, in the mode and johnra, however it is spelled, as spellchecker is useless 2 ever help me correctly spell this simple word, that I have been doing now 4 pretty near half of a decade now. O met Christopher Bennett, my coworker who put me onto internet blogging, back in middle March in 2005, and by the end of the year I was getting my feet wet a little at the local town library, using their computers on a rigid and austere strictly time enforced schedule, trying 2 learn how 2 use them as well as how 2 get on a blogging site and begin my story and my blogs, starting first on the site called www.blogger.com/. If I had never tried 2 fight the Callio’s, a branch of the mighty TAWF or TF-70, or THAT-FAMILY as I secretly always called them since July of 1970, none of this would have happened. They planned my kidnapping in the sixties and seventies, but I now totally believe that my mother made some deal with them so that they would leave me alone in exchange 4 something gargantuan. I only can theorize presently what exactly she offered them, but I think it was a small favor done by Aunt Ruth talking her hubby into granting a loan, and how I know this, is totally not bloggable, so don’t ask, and mister military, I won’t tell!!!!!!!!!!! A runny nosed stupid annoying child can C that I am in 4 another horrendous nasty holiday-helliday weekend, they always R BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now the point 2 all of today’s writings is defeated by what I have so far written, I am being the ultimate hypocrite, as I still am hoping 2B communicating with the human race o n its conscious awake mind level, and this can B done, but only 2 end up in guaranteed freaking failure, BRO!!!!!!
I am still writing in the vein that humans reading this blog may in some way band together eventually, take pity on me and my horrific circumstance, and even attempt 2 help and rescue me, as I have indeed made a very generous offer 2 split any lawsuits 50/50 after a net amount of remuneration is jury awarded 2 me, as a result of such help taking place, leading 2 an eventual conviction and prosecution of those responsible 4 destroying my entire life intentionally and without freaking mercy.
I need 2 begin really taking what I know 2B totally true as head knowledge, down inside myself and my innermost beingness, and bring this 2 myself as a full heart-knowledge, thereby correctly acting upon what I know and stop being the dummy and imbecile that I have been as blogger-mountainpen 4 so long now. Ed Himacane was lying 2 me and his motive was not only selfish, but planned and predestined by those related 2 his upstairs neighbors at the time at Judge Raso’s rooming house, yes Copyright Office, now U CAN say, and it’s O--VER, it’s O---VER, and forget any blissful voices, Satan always uses powerful inducements and enticements 2 accomplish his wicked missions. BOOM!!!!!!! What R cannons of war used 4 cymbals crashing at 16 bells? They R used 4 DESTRUCTION, no creation value exists at all 4 these war machines, am I right?????, DING, GONG, CLASH!!!!!!!!!! So on we now go, and in a proper and correct mode, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!! Wish me luck anyone that might just remotely give a tiny shirt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First off, B4 even a paragraph change occurs here, I will always B a flesh and blood human and will never B able 2 just blog 2 some nonhuman asleep collectiveness of an alien life force, alien in that it is not like any other chat or blog online, it is not 4 the awake or the human ear. It has taken me lots of time 2C this as clearly as Johnny Nash makes claims 2 clarity back around the autumn of 1972, Sarah Jacobson. As the paragraph does change now however, it will B quickly obvious 2 anyone just how this blog is gonna indeed differ from now on from prior blogging texts B4 it.
The revelation that came 2 me was always there in front of me and was based on a commodity traders book by J. Wells Wilder from the late nineteen seventies. In this book, he tells the reader that the markets must B analyzed first, and then dependant upon what this analysis reveals, U use one of several systems, and change systems as the market moves show their changes in the long running moves. This was a highly ingenious system, and reminds me of the United States Constitution, building into it the constants as well as the elasticity’s such as with the amendments. After-all, who can know the future, Chief-Mayor-Medal-Special-Ops Bob Levy? The future is created and made and not fixed. But as we all know, U out there ES, and me, there is a bit more complexity involved here with all of this than just this super compressed statement, huh peeps? In any event, my IAD conscience that prevents me from playing the most recent 300 number hottest columns of 3-5, as one long roulette game, insisting that I beat the game fair and square with a system of game by game individuality, it seemed that I was always working around the only way I really knew would work, more ETTOS, huh dudes And Briggs? I always knew how 2 score follow and opposites, as well as on single parameters or all 3 as a total F or O game-wheel. Most games R not in neutral ranges, and neutral ranges can B basically either not played or either oif the 2 systems can B used, and these 2 systems being as follows: FOLLOW or plus integer scores results in playing in the STRING-MODE. U simply play the one longest string until it breaks. In OPPOSITE or negative integer resulting scores, U play anti-string system, and this being betting against the 4-string, reversing any outcome and betting a 1-2-4 progression. The FOLLOW string mode is always played flat-bet only, no progressions. This was in front of me 4 almost 30 years since Jim Burr and I went down 2 the golden Nugget Casino in Atlantic City in the spring of 1983 that day, a day I will never forget, when Resorts Casino later that same day said over their PA system, “OK, the name of this song is”, and they know exactly what they did, huh Copyright freaking Office??????
Hello ESM or ES Marola, yes I know who UR, and I know who this entire MAYAN family is. This was planned from 50,000,000 years ago, just as the mighty JULIA WHITE told me in 1994 was indeed the case, only U never thought I would ever get this enlightened did U, ya blankadeedoodadeefrackenfrickenblahblah!!!!!!!!!
This is only a short blog and my way of saying, here ‘dawns’ a new day and time. A very Terra-BULL one perhaps, but now the way my blogging is done will totally change. Hay, humans may comment, and so may all the rest of U, I know U can, I know all the stuff U can do, I am more dangerous now 2U than U will ever B2 me, BRA.
CLOSE:
2:18 PM, Friday, September 4, 2009 AD--OPEN:
This will B a bit different than expected even 4 Me. A revelation struck me last night after their big up day on Wall Street, and yet it had nothing 2 do directly with the stock market or Wall Street. It is all interwoven and inter-connected yes, but we can also as stated previously, bump into a distant cousin on any block in any major city if we go out as far as the 20-40 system lineage, hay R we not supposed 2 all b one human family? Well that is something that no one knows in this time period, or do they. Some of the Exploratronic supermind is obviously privy 2 all answers and all omniscience, common sense insists upon that if we truly understand ES.
So far today, some nasty crash low flying planes have made their presence known around the home of hell where I am residing here on 13th Street, Freddy Elm. Chemtrails the last few nights and days R not real bad, but they R there and covert. They R made in front of the wind direction so that the wind then scattered the poison soup into my area and effects me giving me shirt attacks and nasty increased hay fever symptoms. This is all verifiable if U would just look up the subject of CONTRAILS/CHEMTRAILS on the mighty Google internet.
Dawn is drinking at a Hammonton bar, and yet John Judy her probation officer was just here at the house a few days ago and left his card. If he is back here when I bring her back later, it is off 2 prison 4 your cuz, MC. Oh well, this is no new experience 4 your fam, huh. 2 think that all these years I was blaming myself 4 the James t. Burr family syndrome that he told me in 1974 was the problem that was going on around me and my life even back then, long B4 it ever exploded and domino’d into all of this beyond absurdity stuff!!!!!!!!! This blog is all about more important things than this ridiculous nightmare family, (TF-70). It is about what was revealed 2 me late last evening B4 retiring 2 my bed. All of this idea about a foundation and creating this “MORIANITY” thing, is now seen in a new light of total futility. I am not having my experiences in any real and true way directly where it would ever hope 2 count, with the humans that make up the population of the society in which I am forced 2 live and interact with. They can nor will, absolutely never understand my sitch and where my hell is all really coming from, and I truly am, expecting way 2 much here, it would take just 2 big a miracle, and people R not walking on water around here any longer. Actually, I know that they never did, and that the dream world and the waking world has been culturally confused and mistakenly merged and given enough time and historians, there goes that old school experiment of the line of kinds and telling a secret one 2 the next and seeing how far off this gets at the end of the line from where it indeed had begun with the very first student. In a nutshell, all I’m saying is that my problems go so far beyond man, man’s religion, and man’s potential 2 grasp any of it, that it is truly the epitome of futility 2 go on in blogging, in the mode and johnra, however it is spelled, as spellchecker is useless 2 ever help me correctly spell this simple word, that I have been doing now 4 pretty near half of a decade now. O met Christopher Bennett, my coworker who put me onto internet blogging, back in middle March in 2005, and by the end of the year I was getting my feet wet a little at the local town library, using their computers on a rigid and austere strictly time enforced schedule, trying 2 learn how 2 use them as well as how 2 get on a blogging site and begin my story and my blogs, starting first on the site called www.blogger.com/. If I had never tried 2 fight the Callio’s, a branch of the mighty TAWF or TF-70, or THAT-FAMILY as I secretly always called them since July of 1970, none of this would have happened. They planned my kidnapping in the sixties and seventies, but I now totally believe that my mother made some deal with them so that they would leave me alone in exchange 4 something gargantuan. I only can theorize presently what exactly she offered them, but I think it was a small favor done by Aunt Ruth talking her hubby into granting a loan, and how I know this, is totally not bloggable, so don’t ask, and mister military, I won’t tell!!!!!!!!!!! A runny nosed stupid annoying child can C that I am in 4 another horrendous nasty holiday-helliday weekend, they always R BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now the point 2 all of today’s writings is defeated by what I have so far written, I am being the ultimate hypocrite, as I still am hoping 2B communicating with the human race o n its conscious awake mind level, and this can B done, but only 2 end up in guaranteed freaking failure, BRO!!!!!!
I am still writing in the vein that humans reading this blog may in some way band together eventually, take pity on me and my horrific circumstance, and even attempt 2 help and rescue me, as I have indeed made a very generous offer 2 split any lawsuits 50/50 after a net amount of remuneration is jury awarded 2 me, as a result of such help taking place, leading 2 an eventual conviction and prosecution of those responsible 4 destroying my entire life intentionally and without freaking mercy.
I need 2 begin really taking what I know 2B totally true as head knowledge, down inside myself and my innermost beingness, and bring this 2 myself as a full heart-knowledge, thereby correctly acting upon what I know and stop being the dummy and imbecile that I have been as blogger-mountainpen 4 so long now. Ed Himacane was lying 2 me and his motive was not only selfish, but planned and predestined by those related 2 his upstairs neighbors at the time at Judge Raso’s rooming house, yes Copyright Office, now U CAN say, and it’s O--VER, it’s O---VER, and forget any blissful voices, Satan always uses powerful inducements and enticements 2 accomplish his wicked missions. BOOM!!!!!!! What R cannons of war used 4 cymbals crashing at 16 bells? They R used 4 DESTRUCTION, no creation value exists at all 4 these war machines, am I right?????, DING, GONG, CLASH!!!!!!!!!! So on we now go, and in a proper and correct mode, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!! Wish me luck anyone that might just remotely give a tiny shirt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First off, B4 even a paragraph change occurs here, I will always B a flesh and blood human and will never B able 2 just blog 2 some nonhuman asleep collectiveness of an alien life force, alien in that it is not like any other chat or blog online, it is not 4 the awake or the human ear. It has taken me lots of time 2C this as clearly as Johnny Nash makes claims 2 clarity back around the autumn of 1972, Sarah Jacobson. As the paragraph does change now however, it will B quickly obvious 2 anyone just how this blog is gonna indeed differ from now on from prior blogging texts B4 it.
The revelation that came 2 me was always there in front of me and was based on a commodity traders book by J. Wells Wilder from the late nineteen seventies. In this book, he tells the reader that the markets must B analyzed first, and then dependant upon what this analysis reveals, U use one of several systems, and change systems as the market moves show their changes in the long running moves. This was a highly ingenious system, and reminds me of the United States Constitution, building into it the constants as well as the elasticity’s such as with the amendments. After-all, who can know the future, Chief-Mayor-Medal-Special-Ops Bob Levy? The future is created and made and not fixed. But as we all know, U out there ES, and me, there is a bit more complexity involved here with all of this than just this super compressed statement, huh peeps? In any event, my IAD conscience that prevents me from playing the most recent 300 number hottest columns of 3-5, as one long roulette game, insisting that I beat the game fair and square with a system of game by game individuality, it seemed that I was always working around the only way I really knew would work, more ETTOS, huh dudes And Briggs? I always knew how 2 score follow and opposites, as well as on single parameters or all 3 as a total F or O game-wheel. Most games R not in neutral ranges, and neutral ranges can B basically either not played or either oif the 2 systems can B used, and these 2 systems being as follows: FOLLOW or plus integer scores results in playing in the STRING-MODE. U simply play the one longest string until it breaks. In OPPOSITE or negative integer resulting scores, U play anti-string system, and this being betting against the 4-string, reversing any outcome and betting a 1-2-4 progression. The FOLLOW string mode is always played flat-bet only, no progressions. This was in front of me 4 almost 30 years since Jim Burr and I went down 2 the golden Nugget Casino in Atlantic City in the spring of 1983 that day, a day I will never forget, when Resorts Casino later that same day said over their PA system, “OK, the name of this song is”, and they know exactly what they did, huh Copyright freaking Office??????
Hello ESM or ES Marola, yes I know who UR, and I know who this entire MAYAN family is. This was planned from 50,000,000 years ago, just as the mighty JULIA WHITE told me in 1994 was indeed the case, only U never thought I would ever get this enlightened did U, ya blankadeedoodadeefrackenfrickenblahblah!!!!!!!!!
This is only a short blog and my way of saying, here ‘dawns’ a new day and time. A very Terra-BULL one perhaps, but now the way my blogging is done will totally change. Hay, humans may comment, and so may all the rest of U, I know U can, I know all the stuff U can do, I am more dangerous now 2U than U will ever B2 me, BRA.
CLOSE:
Thursday, September 3, 2009
messin with my computer again fbi and state police
HACKING AGAIN, BLOGGER POSTED, WHO IS DOING THIS 2 ME? I WILL C THAT U GO 2 PRISON SOIMEDAY 4 THE REST OF YOUR MISERABLE STINKING LIVES, TAKE THAT ANY WAY U WANT 2 BRA.
EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND, L&J #2
“EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND, LESSON & JORNAL 2”
Quarter shy of noon on Thursday, September 3rd of 2,009AD
OPENING:
This will begin 2 talk about and concentrate on not only what lesson one the opening blog was indeed beginning 2 open up into, but will now start us on the way towards expansion into many branches that lead off and away from the main stem of the topic, and it all totally yes, refers 2 and is connected fully in and with my life both now, and in the past, and in the future, as the current me or ADD personality (Astral-Dream-Down) of Mark Wayne Mohr.
Chemtrailing is nasty, and again all week, the MILITUFORCE or WOMO disease, is harassing me constantly and continuously, this attack has really screwed up my allergy or rose hay fever. No one really has one thing wrong with them, it is all part of a negative interaction to and with the cosmos, and has a root cause that biblically, merely touches ever so slightly on the tippie top surface level in its attempting 2 explain 2 the waking mind of mortal man of Planet Earth, how things were set up LAWTRONICALLY 2B perfect, and then came, THE PROBLEM. If those of spiritual and or religious nature insist on seeing the exact picture drawn in scriptures as literal as opposed 2 a way that we humans can at least attempt some identification process with the true reality of just what did happen a long time ago, in the maya illusion of this time-world and waking existence, then C it literally. I do not type and blog 2 attempt 2 alter in any way the way that any of U wish 2 perceive, only that in true hopes that my blogs will open up some hidden desire within all of U out there 2 indeed perceive more than surface Beaver Cleaver boring diary life of humanity. McCoy on the great LAW AND ORDER SHOW, says it very well when he was mocking the expert witness called from New Mexico and teased him about the aliens landing there. When the expert asked McCoy Y he had such a negative attitude about the possibility of invisible realities, and after the man had just testified that just because we cannot always C something in the physical world, and that this does not mean that it is not there, then McCoy retorted with the short brief and somewhat of a nasty-butt answer of, “it doesn’t mean that it is either”. Well he is right on 50% of the reality, and wrong on the other 50. If U do not wash the INVISIBLE germs off your hands, U will get sick more often than those frequent hand washers, and yes, it is a medical fact that more germs R given 2 us men through HANDSHAKES, than through even the most passionate acts of kissing. Ask the Surgeon General of the United States, or Google around and then tell me if I am making THATY 1 UP, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mess around with radioactive materials and have no protective gear and special clothing, and enjoy the agonizing and excruciating death U will soon come 2 face, just as the highly intelligent Madame Curry found out the hard way, but they did not know then, and this was all totally Jack McCoy Skeptic Missourian INVISIBLE, U cannot C an atom, and never will, not naturally. If U further argue that electron microscopes can allow our naked eyes the extra boost so that indeed we can observe and verify that atoms and nuclear activity and germs in fact R real and exist, I retort simply, that it took mankind a long stretch upon this green-brown Earth 2 indeed figure out how 2 build a good electron microscope. It is still not totally invented yet, that is, all the needed tools that soon will prove out the other invisibilities of things that Morianity discusses. U cannot C love, hate, parallel event, and many things that we all take so totally 4 granted, gimme a break mister and mizz skeptics out there. I envy your life and your ability 2B able 2B a SKEPTIC, I cannot, I know, I have SEEN, my electron telescope is very real 2 me, and I know what I know and have seen.
So let us leave this 4 now behind, and move along into the branches of the opening discussion, we can touch on a few right now. If U really do not feel at all truly open minded and willing 2 at least cogitate and digest powerful new ideas, Y not right here and now switch over 2 Harry Berriano and his Truck Stop Stories Blog, or go over and read about Nanny Foster and her Recipes 4 Brownies that Won the State Championship, or whatever down there on Oak Street in 1975 Congressman. Wow, do I interact with dudes and dudesses that can sing, Jeese Louise. This will get a bit heavy, even 4 the pen of the mountains, and SSJKK’2 2 favorite ones, or is it 3, wow, clash, ding, 17 bells at eight kilohertz of SPL can really pop out the drums 4 life, BRA, crash!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Charmed lives, charmed families, so Y not Charmed, and the power-of-3, huh beauty queens? My huge stage-mons that I had B4I got rid of them could reach 17 bells, and they weighted 500 pounds, loaded with Klipsch horns of middle and high ranges, super tweeters and subwoofers and normal powerful 18 and 15 cones, 24 way that were highly efficient and could put out 136 decibels at one meter at one watt. When U turned the volume up at all, the entire electrical system in the place would naturally shut down at the breaker box. I rarely enjoyed using them, but had lots of fun building them along with me old pirate pal Al, and not a music pirate, yar, over at the Trading Center on Route 38, in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, known also Sir Prince as Raspberry Valley 2 the readers of my book from 1994 called THE PERMISSION BARRIER. Yes if new concepts and ideas just ain’t your thing now or ever, Y not change the blannel, the blogging-channel, whatever, U know BRA, just surf-on player. Here is the surface scratching iceberg shavings off of the berg that sunk the great HSM Titanic almost a century ago now, where does the time go, BRO?????????????????????????? Some of us explore around the dreaming system in one way, and others in other ways, and most of us do much the same thing, yet when awake in their physical bodies, seem 2 have totally differing levels and degrees of both recall 2 all of it, as well as opinions of importance 2 all of it. Both these things matter in a major way. If U do not carte about YOUR DREAMING, your dreaming does not care about U, enough 2 send U the needed signals that make U first much wiser and able 2 appreciate the higher realities of everything, as well as, a much greater and more accurate level of recall and detail 2 the structure. My word DREAMSHIFT, is my own word, I coined it as I have coined hundreds of words B this, both in my current lifetime as well as when I was Benjamin Franklin. How do I know I was Benjamin Franklin? Well, because I totally remember being him, through my DREAMING. Anyone whoever tells a soul that there is any other way that they know that they either were someone once or will B someone again, and that their dreams R not the source of this vivid awareness, is lying 2 either just themselves, or 2 both themselves and U as well, and it is just that Henningsen Chain Simple or HCS as I may come now 2 use this term abbreviation upon occasion. Here is something else that is also just that HCS, BRA. I challenge any of U more vivid recall dreamers out here reading this blog 2 just listen 2 this little thing now and then remember in your own experience, and put 2 and 2 together and quit coming up with silly things like 5.974 or 3.892. B4I get right 2 it, Y do some dreams come true, and 4 those that this happens 2, they all know just how real the entire matter is and cannot B talked out of it by teams of head shrinks and clergymen all put together with water-boards with your name stenciled on them, BRO. I dreamed the Challenger explosion a year a head of time, the Phillies winning the 2008 World Series Championship 6 weeks B4 the parade, a lottery number in the Gus-hog state the day B4 the drawing, a house with 6-9 rooms all connected up together in total hallessness that I was in, months B4I came 2 live there, and was being shown it by the greatest female recording artist of all time, and I could list many other slightly less significant but totally prophetic dreams of divination. The dreaming told above is all more detailed in many previously written blogs, all posted up somewhere over the past 3 years give or take on the website of www.blogger.com/ just time archive it or get onto the system with the hyperlink add ons of either theansweristhequestion or drunkenhive, sometimes one works, and other times the other does, computers, who really understands the full reality of where they really come from, the 6th dimension, the MENTAL REALM? This realm of pure collective mind emanating straight from the outside and beyond the closed curve infinity of all of it. A little needed lesson here and this was blogged long ago, but needs 2B repeated and reiterated here and now is as follows: U must understand a major principle B4U ever will even hope 2B able 2 grasp the details of my true knowledge on this topic of what DREAMS really R, and how it all fits together with the great void, and the 7 dimensions, and upline and downline thought waves, and other things that I have discussed throughout MORIANITY and all of my more than 4 years of blogs now. If a line that is one dimensional is long, and grows longer on both ends, and continues 2 gain in length, it will eventually begin 2 carry a weight. Do not picture a line drawn with a pencil on the found or some surface plane with at least 2 dimensions 2 it, as this throws off your ability 2 really start seeing what I am trying 2 explain 2 the world. All there is, is this one dimensional line, nothing else exists at all 4 the sake of this illustration. Now thereby, there is no solid plane holding this line that is continuing 2 stretch endlessly away from a zero dimensional point at the center, and this 1st dimension, the line is now growing and growing, and after a while, a law or the LAWTRONICS if the reality comes into play, and that is that this line will eventually grow 2 the point where it begins 2 carry a weight, and start bending downward on both ends, eventually and ultimately collapsing on own self with sufficient force 2 not only bend down 90 degrees, but as it falls and drops, it also increases in the force of this drop 2 the point where the 2 ends will drop more than just down, but will swing around involutedly and meet up 2 form a totally one dimensional circle. I have no time now 2 tell U how dimensions grow into higher numbers, this is just the opening lesson about one fundamental major law in the system called lawtronics, one and the same thing with the 7th dimension, the circle being the 1st one. B4U even start asking yourself or me in your mind what possible thing that could connect into regarding a subject of dreams and dreaming, just know it is about as connected as any connection of anything could ever B. It really could B seen as 4 locked lips of lovers, and things do not get a whole lot more connected up than this. 4 right now, only a quick opening brief explanation will B told, and it will not B here on blog #2 of ES, that U will read it and get it and say, oh yeah, I dig where that butt wipe is coming from, cool man. No, it will take U a long time 2C all of this, and I am merely right now getting your feet wet, that is, if UR allowing me 2. Even if U want 2 meet me half way, U will not B swimming today, just a feet wt day, BRA. More will follow, as I know now I am stuck here, no escape, do U hear the music? Yeah Plato old pal, U said it all, it truly is remembered longest and heard loudest, BRO, with or without my huge 7 foot stage monitors that I had from 1981 through 2000.
First, there is no such reality as , gee whiz player, I am worn out and bushed man, I’m gonna crash. Then pow, I am DREAMING. Later the dreams end and I will awaken, refreshed and ready 2 face the new day. This is all pure illusion. The sun does not go around the Earth, I know it looks like it does and so do U, but not all of waking life is anything like what it appears 2B, BRO. Actually is any of it? The answer is of course, a resounding NO. All that is really here around us is waves and particles, and forces that interact both on them as well as our ability 2 interact as well within this wild cosmic soup, through the 6th dimension of MIND filtering its way down into time and hyperspace, after first making a quick pit stop through the ASTRAL PLANE. U do not get tired and fall asleep and dream, this is a powerful maya, an illusion, it is all backward from the truth. Your dreaming reality or ASTRAL EXISTENCE is the first system that Lawtrons, escaping out of the VOID of the prior closed curve infinity or the uncreation, first begin forming or dreaming. They set up this thing that I call a condition-interaction. Time and space is built into them, and not the other way around as it is in mortal waking life. Here we first need the so-called real-ness of space 2 have the interactions occurring in, as well as the time so that all of the interaction is not just frozen in a lump together in oneness. This is Y anyone that believes that the two sides can merge or B crossed in the conventional and traditional sense as most if not all mankind’s religions basically believe 2B true, is just a powerful delusion of us kidding ourselves into a coziness that never can really B real at all. Let me insert one final thing in this first lesson of elucidated Exploratronic Supermind-dreaming truths, and that is simply this: 4 those out there that worry so much about a loved one passing away and never seeing them again or hoping 2C them again in some after-life, all your fears can B allayed if U just understand and come 2 terms with what I know is really happening, as then U will C that U have nothing 2B concerned about, nothing at all, babe. Here on Earth, U have a family and people who U care about, as well as memories of places and things that U also care about and hope not 2 lose, as well as negative things that u hope ion some heaven someday will all B gone and U can B free of all the things that wronged U in life here in one way or another. Nothing is real, please believe me, it is no more real here than in hyperspace on another transdimensional plane of existence of the atomic signature, and especially on the Astral Plane, closer 2 the real truth of total nothingness, the VOID, or 0-Dimension. We create our entire lives HERE from THERE in DREAMS. There, we also CREATE our Astral World existence, through intentionally made interactions. NOTHING IS REALLY REAL, THERE IS ONLY THE VOID. U will not lose anything ever, not life, not loved ones, not nightmares either, NOTHING can B lost, because nothing is REAL 2 begin with., We R all sitting in VOID, and that is all, no more. We through our lawtronic counterpart self have come 2 dream out and away from this void, down into mind, and then into the Astral, and finally down even further into the physical waking hyperspace. From here, we can also play in this gigantic arena, through the dreaming process of remaining in one matched body and universe, and then all others R interchangeable interactions and experiences, so we all live this 5th dimensional life without even ever being aware of it, all done automatically, and through dreaming. But this is only one-one-millionth of the lesson, U need 2 learn so much more, and I plan 2 tell it, and expose lots of wild stuff all lurking inside of it, right down 2 the Huntington Curse, and the Lakehouse of Huntington Bay, Greengrass and volleyball player friends and all. All my dreaming, all your dreaming, just wait, I will make many of U go 2 the toilet right smack dab in your underwear, just work with me as I lead and guide U through things never known and never told, not in the nearly 5 figure years of recorded human history. BYE-BYE, Y’ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CLOSING:
Quarter shy of noon on Thursday, September 3rd of 2,009AD
OPENING:
This will begin 2 talk about and concentrate on not only what lesson one the opening blog was indeed beginning 2 open up into, but will now start us on the way towards expansion into many branches that lead off and away from the main stem of the topic, and it all totally yes, refers 2 and is connected fully in and with my life both now, and in the past, and in the future, as the current me or ADD personality (Astral-Dream-Down) of Mark Wayne Mohr.
Chemtrailing is nasty, and again all week, the MILITUFORCE or WOMO disease, is harassing me constantly and continuously, this attack has really screwed up my allergy or rose hay fever. No one really has one thing wrong with them, it is all part of a negative interaction to and with the cosmos, and has a root cause that biblically, merely touches ever so slightly on the tippie top surface level in its attempting 2 explain 2 the waking mind of mortal man of Planet Earth, how things were set up LAWTRONICALLY 2B perfect, and then came, THE PROBLEM. If those of spiritual and or religious nature insist on seeing the exact picture drawn in scriptures as literal as opposed 2 a way that we humans can at least attempt some identification process with the true reality of just what did happen a long time ago, in the maya illusion of this time-world and waking existence, then C it literally. I do not type and blog 2 attempt 2 alter in any way the way that any of U wish 2 perceive, only that in true hopes that my blogs will open up some hidden desire within all of U out there 2 indeed perceive more than surface Beaver Cleaver boring diary life of humanity. McCoy on the great LAW AND ORDER SHOW, says it very well when he was mocking the expert witness called from New Mexico and teased him about the aliens landing there. When the expert asked McCoy Y he had such a negative attitude about the possibility of invisible realities, and after the man had just testified that just because we cannot always C something in the physical world, and that this does not mean that it is not there, then McCoy retorted with the short brief and somewhat of a nasty-butt answer of, “it doesn’t mean that it is either”. Well he is right on 50% of the reality, and wrong on the other 50. If U do not wash the INVISIBLE germs off your hands, U will get sick more often than those frequent hand washers, and yes, it is a medical fact that more germs R given 2 us men through HANDSHAKES, than through even the most passionate acts of kissing. Ask the Surgeon General of the United States, or Google around and then tell me if I am making THATY 1 UP, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mess around with radioactive materials and have no protective gear and special clothing, and enjoy the agonizing and excruciating death U will soon come 2 face, just as the highly intelligent Madame Curry found out the hard way, but they did not know then, and this was all totally Jack McCoy Skeptic Missourian INVISIBLE, U cannot C an atom, and never will, not naturally. If U further argue that electron microscopes can allow our naked eyes the extra boost so that indeed we can observe and verify that atoms and nuclear activity and germs in fact R real and exist, I retort simply, that it took mankind a long stretch upon this green-brown Earth 2 indeed figure out how 2 build a good electron microscope. It is still not totally invented yet, that is, all the needed tools that soon will prove out the other invisibilities of things that Morianity discusses. U cannot C love, hate, parallel event, and many things that we all take so totally 4 granted, gimme a break mister and mizz skeptics out there. I envy your life and your ability 2B able 2B a SKEPTIC, I cannot, I know, I have SEEN, my electron telescope is very real 2 me, and I know what I know and have seen.
So let us leave this 4 now behind, and move along into the branches of the opening discussion, we can touch on a few right now. If U really do not feel at all truly open minded and willing 2 at least cogitate and digest powerful new ideas, Y not right here and now switch over 2 Harry Berriano and his Truck Stop Stories Blog, or go over and read about Nanny Foster and her Recipes 4 Brownies that Won the State Championship, or whatever down there on Oak Street in 1975 Congressman. Wow, do I interact with dudes and dudesses that can sing, Jeese Louise. This will get a bit heavy, even 4 the pen of the mountains, and SSJKK’2 2 favorite ones, or is it 3, wow, clash, ding, 17 bells at eight kilohertz of SPL can really pop out the drums 4 life, BRA, crash!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Charmed lives, charmed families, so Y not Charmed, and the power-of-3, huh beauty queens? My huge stage-mons that I had B4I got rid of them could reach 17 bells, and they weighted 500 pounds, loaded with Klipsch horns of middle and high ranges, super tweeters and subwoofers and normal powerful 18 and 15 cones, 24 way that were highly efficient and could put out 136 decibels at one meter at one watt. When U turned the volume up at all, the entire electrical system in the place would naturally shut down at the breaker box. I rarely enjoyed using them, but had lots of fun building them along with me old pirate pal Al, and not a music pirate, yar, over at the Trading Center on Route 38, in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, known also Sir Prince as Raspberry Valley 2 the readers of my book from 1994 called THE PERMISSION BARRIER. Yes if new concepts and ideas just ain’t your thing now or ever, Y not change the blannel, the blogging-channel, whatever, U know BRA, just surf-on player. Here is the surface scratching iceberg shavings off of the berg that sunk the great HSM Titanic almost a century ago now, where does the time go, BRO?????????????????????????? Some of us explore around the dreaming system in one way, and others in other ways, and most of us do much the same thing, yet when awake in their physical bodies, seem 2 have totally differing levels and degrees of both recall 2 all of it, as well as opinions of importance 2 all of it. Both these things matter in a major way. If U do not carte about YOUR DREAMING, your dreaming does not care about U, enough 2 send U the needed signals that make U first much wiser and able 2 appreciate the higher realities of everything, as well as, a much greater and more accurate level of recall and detail 2 the structure. My word DREAMSHIFT, is my own word, I coined it as I have coined hundreds of words B this, both in my current lifetime as well as when I was Benjamin Franklin. How do I know I was Benjamin Franklin? Well, because I totally remember being him, through my DREAMING. Anyone whoever tells a soul that there is any other way that they know that they either were someone once or will B someone again, and that their dreams R not the source of this vivid awareness, is lying 2 either just themselves, or 2 both themselves and U as well, and it is just that Henningsen Chain Simple or HCS as I may come now 2 use this term abbreviation upon occasion. Here is something else that is also just that HCS, BRA. I challenge any of U more vivid recall dreamers out here reading this blog 2 just listen 2 this little thing now and then remember in your own experience, and put 2 and 2 together and quit coming up with silly things like 5.974 or 3.892. B4I get right 2 it, Y do some dreams come true, and 4 those that this happens 2, they all know just how real the entire matter is and cannot B talked out of it by teams of head shrinks and clergymen all put together with water-boards with your name stenciled on them, BRO. I dreamed the Challenger explosion a year a head of time, the Phillies winning the 2008 World Series Championship 6 weeks B4 the parade, a lottery number in the Gus-hog state the day B4 the drawing, a house with 6-9 rooms all connected up together in total hallessness that I was in, months B4I came 2 live there, and was being shown it by the greatest female recording artist of all time, and I could list many other slightly less significant but totally prophetic dreams of divination. The dreaming told above is all more detailed in many previously written blogs, all posted up somewhere over the past 3 years give or take on the website of www.blogger.com/ just time archive it or get onto the system with the hyperlink add ons of either theansweristhequestion or drunkenhive, sometimes one works, and other times the other does, computers, who really understands the full reality of where they really come from, the 6th dimension, the MENTAL REALM? This realm of pure collective mind emanating straight from the outside and beyond the closed curve infinity of all of it. A little needed lesson here and this was blogged long ago, but needs 2B repeated and reiterated here and now is as follows: U must understand a major principle B4U ever will even hope 2B able 2 grasp the details of my true knowledge on this topic of what DREAMS really R, and how it all fits together with the great void, and the 7 dimensions, and upline and downline thought waves, and other things that I have discussed throughout MORIANITY and all of my more than 4 years of blogs now. If a line that is one dimensional is long, and grows longer on both ends, and continues 2 gain in length, it will eventually begin 2 carry a weight. Do not picture a line drawn with a pencil on the found or some surface plane with at least 2 dimensions 2 it, as this throws off your ability 2 really start seeing what I am trying 2 explain 2 the world. All there is, is this one dimensional line, nothing else exists at all 4 the sake of this illustration. Now thereby, there is no solid plane holding this line that is continuing 2 stretch endlessly away from a zero dimensional point at the center, and this 1st dimension, the line is now growing and growing, and after a while, a law or the LAWTRONICS if the reality comes into play, and that is that this line will eventually grow 2 the point where it begins 2 carry a weight, and start bending downward on both ends, eventually and ultimately collapsing on own self with sufficient force 2 not only bend down 90 degrees, but as it falls and drops, it also increases in the force of this drop 2 the point where the 2 ends will drop more than just down, but will swing around involutedly and meet up 2 form a totally one dimensional circle. I have no time now 2 tell U how dimensions grow into higher numbers, this is just the opening lesson about one fundamental major law in the system called lawtronics, one and the same thing with the 7th dimension, the circle being the 1st one. B4U even start asking yourself or me in your mind what possible thing that could connect into regarding a subject of dreams and dreaming, just know it is about as connected as any connection of anything could ever B. It really could B seen as 4 locked lips of lovers, and things do not get a whole lot more connected up than this. 4 right now, only a quick opening brief explanation will B told, and it will not B here on blog #2 of ES, that U will read it and get it and say, oh yeah, I dig where that butt wipe is coming from, cool man. No, it will take U a long time 2C all of this, and I am merely right now getting your feet wet, that is, if UR allowing me 2. Even if U want 2 meet me half way, U will not B swimming today, just a feet wt day, BRA. More will follow, as I know now I am stuck here, no escape, do U hear the music? Yeah Plato old pal, U said it all, it truly is remembered longest and heard loudest, BRO, with or without my huge 7 foot stage monitors that I had from 1981 through 2000.
First, there is no such reality as , gee whiz player, I am worn out and bushed man, I’m gonna crash. Then pow, I am DREAMING. Later the dreams end and I will awaken, refreshed and ready 2 face the new day. This is all pure illusion. The sun does not go around the Earth, I know it looks like it does and so do U, but not all of waking life is anything like what it appears 2B, BRO. Actually is any of it? The answer is of course, a resounding NO. All that is really here around us is waves and particles, and forces that interact both on them as well as our ability 2 interact as well within this wild cosmic soup, through the 6th dimension of MIND filtering its way down into time and hyperspace, after first making a quick pit stop through the ASTRAL PLANE. U do not get tired and fall asleep and dream, this is a powerful maya, an illusion, it is all backward from the truth. Your dreaming reality or ASTRAL EXISTENCE is the first system that Lawtrons, escaping out of the VOID of the prior closed curve infinity or the uncreation, first begin forming or dreaming. They set up this thing that I call a condition-interaction. Time and space is built into them, and not the other way around as it is in mortal waking life. Here we first need the so-called real-ness of space 2 have the interactions occurring in, as well as the time so that all of the interaction is not just frozen in a lump together in oneness. This is Y anyone that believes that the two sides can merge or B crossed in the conventional and traditional sense as most if not all mankind’s religions basically believe 2B true, is just a powerful delusion of us kidding ourselves into a coziness that never can really B real at all. Let me insert one final thing in this first lesson of elucidated Exploratronic Supermind-dreaming truths, and that is simply this: 4 those out there that worry so much about a loved one passing away and never seeing them again or hoping 2C them again in some after-life, all your fears can B allayed if U just understand and come 2 terms with what I know is really happening, as then U will C that U have nothing 2B concerned about, nothing at all, babe. Here on Earth, U have a family and people who U care about, as well as memories of places and things that U also care about and hope not 2 lose, as well as negative things that u hope ion some heaven someday will all B gone and U can B free of all the things that wronged U in life here in one way or another. Nothing is real, please believe me, it is no more real here than in hyperspace on another transdimensional plane of existence of the atomic signature, and especially on the Astral Plane, closer 2 the real truth of total nothingness, the VOID, or 0-Dimension. We create our entire lives HERE from THERE in DREAMS. There, we also CREATE our Astral World existence, through intentionally made interactions. NOTHING IS REALLY REAL, THERE IS ONLY THE VOID. U will not lose anything ever, not life, not loved ones, not nightmares either, NOTHING can B lost, because nothing is REAL 2 begin with., We R all sitting in VOID, and that is all, no more. We through our lawtronic counterpart self have come 2 dream out and away from this void, down into mind, and then into the Astral, and finally down even further into the physical waking hyperspace. From here, we can also play in this gigantic arena, through the dreaming process of remaining in one matched body and universe, and then all others R interchangeable interactions and experiences, so we all live this 5th dimensional life without even ever being aware of it, all done automatically, and through dreaming. But this is only one-one-millionth of the lesson, U need 2 learn so much more, and I plan 2 tell it, and expose lots of wild stuff all lurking inside of it, right down 2 the Huntington Curse, and the Lakehouse of Huntington Bay, Greengrass and volleyball player friends and all. All my dreaming, all your dreaming, just wait, I will make many of U go 2 the toilet right smack dab in your underwear, just work with me as I lead and guide U through things never known and never told, not in the nearly 5 figure years of recorded human history. BYE-BYE, Y’ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CLOSING:
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND OPENING BLOG
“Exploratronic Supermind----Opening Blog:
8:30 PM, Wednesday evening, September 2, 2009
OPENING:
All day long, the filthy military and OTAMM or WOMO, persecuted me heavy. The air siege was major. The same crash-level low flying airplane kept harassing me illegally. It first flew over Dawn’s psychiatrist in English Creek, New Jersey this morning, later it was in different other locations throughout Atlantic County, New Jersey as well. Some chemtrailing was nasty, but I have been under worse skies. Military planes and bombers were all around me as well, making a lot of noise, and flying extremely low wherever I went, all day long. If this diseased toilet water drinking scuz did not have me 2 torment and torture, they would go literally mad at light velocity squared. This began when I began breaking out of the HUNTINGTON CURSE in the spring and summer of 1986 by defeating the game of roulette at the Atlantic City casinos, by using what Diana Arteemis told me 2 use, a system of applying parallel event 2 the game. Julia White could not permit the remotest possibility of my happiness and being able 2 escape this family curse. So they used the negamagging ICPE tool, another mighty part of the PAWM-PIE. If any of U doubt me, buy a pair of dice or a deck of playing cards at any Mart or dollar store or wherever. When U have days where the boss or your spouse is really kicking your glass and giving U a hard time, try guessing 50/50 chances 10 or 20 times and give yourself 5 or 10 points 4 each win, and Depending on if U use 10 or 20 throws or draws, so that all wins would total up to 100%. Keep a long running record. Keep one 4 real bad days and then the more normal days. U will, and I guarantee U, B able 2 prove that I am speaking only major secret truths here. Your scores on the OK days as they total onward, will always far surpass the scores on the bad days totals provided U compare these 2 at equal amounts of total throws or draws. If U wanna try and prove me wrong over time and R not quite sure what I am telling U2 do here, 2 verify my words and nightmare story; get a friend or acquaintance of yours who is more mathematically oriented, and they will show U what I am telling U2 do here BRO.
Told U2 watch the news. More natural disasters R forthcoming. No one can mess with me this much and expect my Magnesonic machine NOT 2 strike U back, ya bird. Speaking of birds, DEEDEE was all over me as well today, flying right over me so low on 2 occasions that I could hear her lovely flapping wings. I LOVE U DEEDEE!!!!!!!!!! Never leave me, tell her I need her SSJKK, please brown eyed TEEN-QUEEN from upline!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now let me tell U about the interaction I had early this evening when I took a short nap after a bunch of extremely trying and stressful days now and little real proper rest and sleep. Instantly, I found myself, and remember my body is lying basically dead on a bed, just as does your bodies when this stuff happens 2U, and U call it “just dreams and just dreaming” like U all R so powerful ingenious brain trusts that really know what is going on. Please give me a break, I hurt 2 much 2 get into a fit of raucous laughter tonight, BRA!!!! I find myself in a bedroom with a strange small radio that is playing not real loud but music is coming from it. It is sitting up high on top of a refrigerator, despite this being not a kitchen, but as I said, a bedroom. My song written in 1999 called “ATLANTIC QUEEN” was playing note 4 note on the radio, all though it was in Spanish and I could not tell if the lyrics had been pirated as well as the precise melody had been. Suddenly I became totally aware that there was a man in the room from the Federal Bureau of Investigation, the FBI. I suddenly out of the blue asked him 2 please verify that indeed he knew that someone powerful was messing with me and had wrecked and obliterated my entire life, and that all I wanted him 2 do was give me a small wink in his eye if I am correct. He institutively appeared 2 know that I would cover his back should he indeed cooperate with me, one turn of good deed deserving another sort of, so that he would not get into any problems with any of his superiors. He gave me a very small but definite wink in the left eye by my point of reference in facing this man. I then instantly pretended he did not 2 cover him, and said 2 him, I really wish U could have helped me, and he then said, I am sorry, I do not know what UR talking about. But he DID WINK, a small wink, but a wink. HE DID. Well cut fingers from frozen drinking glasses and great fish in bays not withstanding, maybe indeed his name was Agent Icemachine, huh United States Copyright Office Examiners of the summer time in 1986????????????????????? My mother was in the next room, and I left the bedroom, and was trying 2 remember where it was that I was living, the surroundings were totally unfamiliar. The man in the bedroom seemed 2 vanish, Agent Icemachine or whatever Congressman Oakstreet Andrews. Don’t have a cow and an aneurism on me simultaneously Roseanne, please. One Heinz Gottwald on Planet Earth is enough, actually when he was alive, I would have said it was definitely one 2 many, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, Dawn and Ann King walked through the front door, and began arranging and moving things. We had all moved in 2 some new place. My mom was alive and with us. I tried desperately hard 2 figure it all out, and then BOOM, it hit me right in the DREAMING, I am an exploratron. This is what mortal man refers 2 as being in a dream, or dreaming, or whatever. I am now in another part of the hyperspace where other U’s and me’s exist and R living all sorts of different lives. I even remembered that I was planning 2 go back 2 my own part of hyperspace later, or WAKE UP, as U might perceive this, and begin a brand new series of blogs on this topic of mans natural hyperspace explorations, by permitting the body 2 shut down not all the way 2 death, but meet death sort of half way as any medical doctor knows, U do indeed slow down and approach a more dead-like physical condition, measurable in varied respiration, heartbeat, metabolic processes, etcetera, from when fully and wide awake and functioning in the normal physical world. By lowering your physical systems over a period of time, U also literally begin turning off your awareness 2 this physical plane. Anyone doubting this can try holding a glass of water while falling asleep. Only a total nut job would want 2 spill a tall drink of ice cold water all over themselves in a bed. Yet once U leave your awareness behind 2 this reality here, U do not care. U do not care if 5 burglars have broken in and R robbing U and R about 2 rape or even murder U. Now should U awaken and retune into this waking life again, yes, at this point UR reconnected, and yes, U will instantly begin caring again 2 things pertaining 2U here. So when UR not here, and not nowhere, where RU? Well, I have said in prior blogs that this is called becoming an EXPLORATRON. The pure energy that is closer 2 being really “U”, church goers call it ‘your-soul’, moves all over hyperspace as the body shuts down. Even when it no longer exists in one part of hyperspace, it is existing in many others throughout time and hyperspace, so U never really die and go into some after life. U always simply R existing astrally, and have many numerous dream-downs into the lower hyperspace realms. U live in numerous and countless lives with your one combined total energy, down here in hyperspace, the 5th dimensional reality controlled totally by the 6th dimension of mind. Now looking at all of this as ECKANKAR the religion of light and sound, looks at it, the 2 belief systems R similar, but differ in some very major ways as well. Their concept of being coworkers with this powerful god that lays beyond the ethers, simply is not what is going on. Like all belief systems/religions, whatever, it always is a manmade design 2 soothe the psyche or ‘soul’ or U or whatever, something that makes U feel better, more comfortable and cozy, and able 2 face the reality of reality. The harsh reality is that U exist at zero dimensional void in total nothingness. Think about it logically, Y would anything exist or B real? We must create reality, through powerful illusions called in many human circles, CREATION. Lawtrons from the 7th dimension create the mind realm below it, looped into a lower 6th dimension and from there the lower 5th dimensional hyperspace is also created, yet B4 any of this is dreamed out and away from the great VOID, the LAWTRON dreams out onto an ASTRAL-PLANE of reality, and from there, the rest of the dimensional systems of a more material physicality R then dreamed down into what we perceive 2B through powerful maya and illusion, various physical lifetimes in the real waking world, all pure illusion, nothing but total MAYA. There is no co-working with some great force, and all of this is so totally nonsensical that it makes me more angry than jovial in pondering how humans must suffer and survive 2 a point beyond what any have except 4 me, 2 get woke up and enlightened. Surviving enough hellishness literally turns the memory-off switch in the Lawn-Mower Man jack in system so 2 speak, back on, and my switch is indeed, BACK ON, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later on we will spend time in the discussion of prior infinites and the mighty void and how LAWTRONS dream out and away from the void and so much more, but this opening blog is all about the subject of EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND, or said otherwise, simply human beings while asleep and dreaming, in plainer words. U all know that U sometimes seem 2B in places U know totally well and with people U know also, but things R always a bit off, somewhat slightly different, and this is all part of the hyperspace effect. Some say they do not dream, really they have no waking world recall of their exploratronic supermind. 4 various reasons, we all have different levels of vividness in recall as exploratrons. We all R indeed exploratrons. The only time we R not exploratrons, is when we come back into our own universe and body that matches up, and we become connected again, PHYSICALLY 2 our own illusion again, and the Vegas Act goes on, tricking us with our fooled 5 senses in a world that any physical scientist will tell U directly is really mere waves and particles and they have no clue how we process this into our waking lives and have our beingness here on the PHYSICAL PLANE. So I was visiting another place where I live and all of these characters were part of it, including Agent Icemachine, as I jokingly am giving him this name.
My apologies 2 Saru, I had no idea that the slang word 4 private detective was not permitted, nor the slang word 4 loose women, and I missed one editing of the EF-word, but I deleted the entry and re-edited and then cut and pasted in the newer version last night, again, Saru, very sorry. Sometimes in a hurry the word AS is typed in and might grow an extra “S”, if this is ever done, it is unintentional, once a terrible miss-hit keystroke happened that spelled a horrific anti-Semitic name, after-all the K and the L indeed R next 2 each other on the typewriter, and I assure U that this was totally unintentional, and I am extremely sorry that this got by me.
Many things R going 2B discussed and all about EXPLORATRONIC-SUPERMIND, the real truth of DREAMING and HYPERSPACE. Remember the simple rule that there is always a dominant and a reccesant personality within yourself. The dominant is the conscious part of your own universe in the vast hyperspace or interdimensional virtually unlimited universes within every upline and downline thought out of the mind realm or the D-6. When UR awake, UR the dominant, and many other U’s from hyperspace that R asleep, R DREAMING through U, and into your weird by their perspective, universe and life circumstances. All of this is just an opening, we will tear the heart out of all of this B4 I get through with my blogging, as now, I am not able 2 leave, ba-da-da-----dum. Do not tell me what I am imagining please, not now, not 12 years ago, and not ever, thank U.
CLOSING:
8:30 PM, Wednesday evening, September 2, 2009
OPENING:
All day long, the filthy military and OTAMM or WOMO, persecuted me heavy. The air siege was major. The same crash-level low flying airplane kept harassing me illegally. It first flew over Dawn’s psychiatrist in English Creek, New Jersey this morning, later it was in different other locations throughout Atlantic County, New Jersey as well. Some chemtrailing was nasty, but I have been under worse skies. Military planes and bombers were all around me as well, making a lot of noise, and flying extremely low wherever I went, all day long. If this diseased toilet water drinking scuz did not have me 2 torment and torture, they would go literally mad at light velocity squared. This began when I began breaking out of the HUNTINGTON CURSE in the spring and summer of 1986 by defeating the game of roulette at the Atlantic City casinos, by using what Diana Arteemis told me 2 use, a system of applying parallel event 2 the game. Julia White could not permit the remotest possibility of my happiness and being able 2 escape this family curse. So they used the negamagging ICPE tool, another mighty part of the PAWM-PIE. If any of U doubt me, buy a pair of dice or a deck of playing cards at any Mart or dollar store or wherever. When U have days where the boss or your spouse is really kicking your glass and giving U a hard time, try guessing 50/50 chances 10 or 20 times and give yourself 5 or 10 points 4 each win, and Depending on if U use 10 or 20 throws or draws, so that all wins would total up to 100%. Keep a long running record. Keep one 4 real bad days and then the more normal days. U will, and I guarantee U, B able 2 prove that I am speaking only major secret truths here. Your scores on the OK days as they total onward, will always far surpass the scores on the bad days totals provided U compare these 2 at equal amounts of total throws or draws. If U wanna try and prove me wrong over time and R not quite sure what I am telling U2 do here, 2 verify my words and nightmare story; get a friend or acquaintance of yours who is more mathematically oriented, and they will show U what I am telling U2 do here BRO.
Told U2 watch the news. More natural disasters R forthcoming. No one can mess with me this much and expect my Magnesonic machine NOT 2 strike U back, ya bird. Speaking of birds, DEEDEE was all over me as well today, flying right over me so low on 2 occasions that I could hear her lovely flapping wings. I LOVE U DEEDEE!!!!!!!!!! Never leave me, tell her I need her SSJKK, please brown eyed TEEN-QUEEN from upline!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now let me tell U about the interaction I had early this evening when I took a short nap after a bunch of extremely trying and stressful days now and little real proper rest and sleep. Instantly, I found myself, and remember my body is lying basically dead on a bed, just as does your bodies when this stuff happens 2U, and U call it “just dreams and just dreaming” like U all R so powerful ingenious brain trusts that really know what is going on. Please give me a break, I hurt 2 much 2 get into a fit of raucous laughter tonight, BRA!!!! I find myself in a bedroom with a strange small radio that is playing not real loud but music is coming from it. It is sitting up high on top of a refrigerator, despite this being not a kitchen, but as I said, a bedroom. My song written in 1999 called “ATLANTIC QUEEN” was playing note 4 note on the radio, all though it was in Spanish and I could not tell if the lyrics had been pirated as well as the precise melody had been. Suddenly I became totally aware that there was a man in the room from the Federal Bureau of Investigation, the FBI. I suddenly out of the blue asked him 2 please verify that indeed he knew that someone powerful was messing with me and had wrecked and obliterated my entire life, and that all I wanted him 2 do was give me a small wink in his eye if I am correct. He institutively appeared 2 know that I would cover his back should he indeed cooperate with me, one turn of good deed deserving another sort of, so that he would not get into any problems with any of his superiors. He gave me a very small but definite wink in the left eye by my point of reference in facing this man. I then instantly pretended he did not 2 cover him, and said 2 him, I really wish U could have helped me, and he then said, I am sorry, I do not know what UR talking about. But he DID WINK, a small wink, but a wink. HE DID. Well cut fingers from frozen drinking glasses and great fish in bays not withstanding, maybe indeed his name was Agent Icemachine, huh United States Copyright Office Examiners of the summer time in 1986????????????????????? My mother was in the next room, and I left the bedroom, and was trying 2 remember where it was that I was living, the surroundings were totally unfamiliar. The man in the bedroom seemed 2 vanish, Agent Icemachine or whatever Congressman Oakstreet Andrews. Don’t have a cow and an aneurism on me simultaneously Roseanne, please. One Heinz Gottwald on Planet Earth is enough, actually when he was alive, I would have said it was definitely one 2 many, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, Dawn and Ann King walked through the front door, and began arranging and moving things. We had all moved in 2 some new place. My mom was alive and with us. I tried desperately hard 2 figure it all out, and then BOOM, it hit me right in the DREAMING, I am an exploratron. This is what mortal man refers 2 as being in a dream, or dreaming, or whatever. I am now in another part of the hyperspace where other U’s and me’s exist and R living all sorts of different lives. I even remembered that I was planning 2 go back 2 my own part of hyperspace later, or WAKE UP, as U might perceive this, and begin a brand new series of blogs on this topic of mans natural hyperspace explorations, by permitting the body 2 shut down not all the way 2 death, but meet death sort of half way as any medical doctor knows, U do indeed slow down and approach a more dead-like physical condition, measurable in varied respiration, heartbeat, metabolic processes, etcetera, from when fully and wide awake and functioning in the normal physical world. By lowering your physical systems over a period of time, U also literally begin turning off your awareness 2 this physical plane. Anyone doubting this can try holding a glass of water while falling asleep. Only a total nut job would want 2 spill a tall drink of ice cold water all over themselves in a bed. Yet once U leave your awareness behind 2 this reality here, U do not care. U do not care if 5 burglars have broken in and R robbing U and R about 2 rape or even murder U. Now should U awaken and retune into this waking life again, yes, at this point UR reconnected, and yes, U will instantly begin caring again 2 things pertaining 2U here. So when UR not here, and not nowhere, where RU? Well, I have said in prior blogs that this is called becoming an EXPLORATRON. The pure energy that is closer 2 being really “U”, church goers call it ‘your-soul’, moves all over hyperspace as the body shuts down. Even when it no longer exists in one part of hyperspace, it is existing in many others throughout time and hyperspace, so U never really die and go into some after life. U always simply R existing astrally, and have many numerous dream-downs into the lower hyperspace realms. U live in numerous and countless lives with your one combined total energy, down here in hyperspace, the 5th dimensional reality controlled totally by the 6th dimension of mind. Now looking at all of this as ECKANKAR the religion of light and sound, looks at it, the 2 belief systems R similar, but differ in some very major ways as well. Their concept of being coworkers with this powerful god that lays beyond the ethers, simply is not what is going on. Like all belief systems/religions, whatever, it always is a manmade design 2 soothe the psyche or ‘soul’ or U or whatever, something that makes U feel better, more comfortable and cozy, and able 2 face the reality of reality. The harsh reality is that U exist at zero dimensional void in total nothingness. Think about it logically, Y would anything exist or B real? We must create reality, through powerful illusions called in many human circles, CREATION. Lawtrons from the 7th dimension create the mind realm below it, looped into a lower 6th dimension and from there the lower 5th dimensional hyperspace is also created, yet B4 any of this is dreamed out and away from the great VOID, the LAWTRON dreams out onto an ASTRAL-PLANE of reality, and from there, the rest of the dimensional systems of a more material physicality R then dreamed down into what we perceive 2B through powerful maya and illusion, various physical lifetimes in the real waking world, all pure illusion, nothing but total MAYA. There is no co-working with some great force, and all of this is so totally nonsensical that it makes me more angry than jovial in pondering how humans must suffer and survive 2 a point beyond what any have except 4 me, 2 get woke up and enlightened. Surviving enough hellishness literally turns the memory-off switch in the Lawn-Mower Man jack in system so 2 speak, back on, and my switch is indeed, BACK ON, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later on we will spend time in the discussion of prior infinites and the mighty void and how LAWTRONS dream out and away from the void and so much more, but this opening blog is all about the subject of EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND, or said otherwise, simply human beings while asleep and dreaming, in plainer words. U all know that U sometimes seem 2B in places U know totally well and with people U know also, but things R always a bit off, somewhat slightly different, and this is all part of the hyperspace effect. Some say they do not dream, really they have no waking world recall of their exploratronic supermind. 4 various reasons, we all have different levels of vividness in recall as exploratrons. We all R indeed exploratrons. The only time we R not exploratrons, is when we come back into our own universe and body that matches up, and we become connected again, PHYSICALLY 2 our own illusion again, and the Vegas Act goes on, tricking us with our fooled 5 senses in a world that any physical scientist will tell U directly is really mere waves and particles and they have no clue how we process this into our waking lives and have our beingness here on the PHYSICAL PLANE. So I was visiting another place where I live and all of these characters were part of it, including Agent Icemachine, as I jokingly am giving him this name.
My apologies 2 Saru, I had no idea that the slang word 4 private detective was not permitted, nor the slang word 4 loose women, and I missed one editing of the EF-word, but I deleted the entry and re-edited and then cut and pasted in the newer version last night, again, Saru, very sorry. Sometimes in a hurry the word AS is typed in and might grow an extra “S”, if this is ever done, it is unintentional, once a terrible miss-hit keystroke happened that spelled a horrific anti-Semitic name, after-all the K and the L indeed R next 2 each other on the typewriter, and I assure U that this was totally unintentional, and I am extremely sorry that this got by me.
Many things R going 2B discussed and all about EXPLORATRONIC-SUPERMIND, the real truth of DREAMING and HYPERSPACE. Remember the simple rule that there is always a dominant and a reccesant personality within yourself. The dominant is the conscious part of your own universe in the vast hyperspace or interdimensional virtually unlimited universes within every upline and downline thought out of the mind realm or the D-6. When UR awake, UR the dominant, and many other U’s from hyperspace that R asleep, R DREAMING through U, and into your weird by their perspective, universe and life circumstances. All of this is just an opening, we will tear the heart out of all of this B4 I get through with my blogging, as now, I am not able 2 leave, ba-da-da-----dum. Do not tell me what I am imagining please, not now, not 12 years ago, and not ever, thank U.
CLOSING:
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
morianity project merge as life journal, final blog re-edit
“LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR BLOG #24”
1:22 Post Meridian on August 24th of 2009, Monday
START OF BLOG: It really is not this date, it is now
6 of the clock in the evening, the 1st evening of 2009’s 9th month.
Only the great Jim Kirk of Star Trek could say it right,
Still I will quote him, “Someone or some thing” sure interfered
With getting this blog posted up 2 the internet and especially 2UM:
This is an insert. I am re-editing so that no cussing words will B found herein. This is way 2 important a blog not 2B posted on the UM site. Please accept my public apology Saru of the Undiscovered-Mysteries Website. My language will remain legal and clean from this point on, with perhaps a little clever rhyming.
This is not where the blog began, this is now 25 past ten at night on Monday night, an entire week in the future from where I wanted originally 2 post up around 3 or just after in the afternoon, an entire Monday ago. This is the final and 31st mother-loving day of the worst month of my entire rock chucking life, AUGUST of OH-NINE, BR!!!!!!!!!!! The Mayan Queen, JULIA WHITE, broke my computer. I had 2 take it into a repair shop not all that far from where the mighty child molester Thomas J. Reale molested me sexually when I was age 15 and a half, on Cornwall Avenue in Ventnor, New Jersey, USAESMWG. U will hear an incredible story, if U honestly R not in the mood 4 it, go off 2 another blog, because this gets beyond the fartherest stars of the heavens by quantitative factors and then some more. As any Morianity followers and Blogaudians R aware of, last week contained 2 nasty FULL EVIL EMPIRES, and the DOW JONES does nothing but forever shoot up and up and up just like I told all of U, not just my GIANT GINA.
Last week was trucking super loaded with MILITUFOCE DEATH SIEGE, it has been very bad 4 quite a while now, but last week after they struck the computer, it was no holds barred nor punches pulled, all was legal and ethical down 2 the filthiest dirtiest rottenest tactics that this sick diseased twisted shirt bunch from Holy-Hot-Hell could do at their total butt-wipe worst.
First balloon siege is back major. Choppers and military planes, and small loud planes were all over me all week long like flies on a garbage truck. Also like HADDONWOOD GI-FLIES sent down from their long WHITE-winged planes with the black tips, Julia, and into the private club outdoor swimming pool of 1996, it was as though I was strong glue. Wow BRO, I never should have ever tried 2 mess with THAT-FAMILY. They R beyond tucking all mighty powerful. They broke my entire system, and took away my only means of a financial cushion in case of such screw ups, by pulling my CAPITAL-ONE BANK VISA account. On the same day, they broke the computer, they wiped out my account and 4 no good reason, after my paying this rotten bank a sum of 4,800 dollars 2 bring down my balance 2 around just under 300 bucks, they inform me that they reduced my credit line down 2 seven bills. In combination with the insult of putting a blotch on my credit record which all credit line decreases do by the way 4 those unaware of this banking and financial reality, I thought the number was a definite Mashell Daniels RPL dig, shot, and cute ha-ha number. I would have closed out the account anyway, but this really iced the double bubble effect 4 me but good, and I know what I am imagining and what I am not. I also know that once Colaman’s system took a sharp turn 2 the south, all the rest would fall like dominos. But U have heard nothing at all. Get your iced tea and sandwich and relax in a cozy chair, this will B one Dogtown of a blogging text, Caveat Emptor.
Right after I called an information operator, and started looking up some possible distant cousins on the island, LINY, the real royal pain in the torment and torture box began. There was a terrible automobile accident that Chicky was in with his truck that I was strong armed into adding onto my car insurance policy. I knew at the time that if I ever tried 2 escape the “ISLANDERS”, the ‘97 song lyrics would prove themselves out 2B true and nightmarish beyond what I can really honestly expect any of U out there reading this on the internet 2 take seriously and believe, yet still, I am gonna print every shocking runt slapping word of this nightmare hell story, BRA!!!!!! I was planning my escape Sunday morning at one AM. This was an absolute, it was totally decided, a done deal. But when I got home from work Saturday morning, Dawn greeted me at the door, and told me that a horrible accident had happened during the night just east of Egg Harbor Township with the truck. Chicky was drunk as Dogtown and with his Guatemalan MAYAN friends. Now U must understand that unlike any of U, the scriptures jump right off the pages of the bible 4 me, I do not have one bit of freaking FAITH, I KNOW, I HAVE SEEN, I’VE WITNESSED the supernatural. I know how totally real and frighteningly dangerous all of it is. When it talks in scripture about things being planned B4 the Earth’s foundations were laid, most of U out here at best try and use your faith 2 believe in this wordage. I have no faith at all. I all ready know that all of this is totally real and true. The only trouble is that I know an upline teenaged girl is having a blast playing a game by dreaming into her own downline, as we all do by the way, but who cares, as I can only B concerned 4 right now this minute, with my small speck in the greater spectrum of the grand scheme of it all, BRA!!!!!! Just like Ed Green on the L&O television show, and BRA and BRO, after-all, I mean did I really, years B4I ever met Christopher Bennet, and was taught what being a blogger was by him; all ready know the future, and put my telephone listing under the name of Bobby Green? I did not even start watching this show until after I did this, let alone had I yet walked consciously and wakefully through the 03 and 04 and so forth years of this century. It was late in oh-two when I got sick 2 death of Callio and McGuire harassing me continually on the telephone, calling and hanging up every single freaking day, year in and year out. My songs like “MY PANDORA”, copyright examiner, yo, do U honestly believe that Roddenberry knew that a real physical time traveler existed in the garden state, just because maybe, just friggin’ maybe, he had, or his pals Pillar and Berman had, heard my original lyrical content that was sent 2 the US Copyright Office in 1980 called LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS? First things first BRA. There R no time travelers, and there is no time travel, because in truth there is NO TIME. It all is a trick that conscious or so-called-AWAKE mind is creating 4 us who appear 2 exist physically on this plane of materialization. But believe whatever turns U on and don’t listen 2 the one person on this sick Earth who really knows the truth, and C if I give a rats grass mole, BRA!!!! Forget about EMPIRE STATE, and learn what the letters ES really R all about, once and 4 all lads and lassies. It stands for 2 powerful words that explain the truth about all of this bull-shirt, EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND. This is all of it in a compressed nutshell. The dirt bag military persecuted the bad-luck out of me from the time I got 2 work Friday night the ending of August the 28th and early into the 29th on Saturday morning. This is because their dirt ball space shuttle craft had just taken off down in scum bag tax wasted dollars NASA, and they always persecute me when they go up, and when they come down, or during major times in the mission where extreme danger is presented 2 the astronauts. Again, it is always about that mighty tool, ICPE, INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT. Shortly after all was up, and roger that, and 10-4, and all that nonsense; they PAWM-PIE-IAD-ETTOS influenced Chicky 2 get together with his Guatemalan friends and relatives, and crash his truck, that was insured in my name, totaling it, and causing 15,000 dollars worth of other property damage by destroying an expensive neon restaurant sign, the Country Kitchen, of Galloway Township, New Jersey, Gene Traveler, USAESMWG. Should any of U doubt this, drive by and C their temporary wooden one displayed out front, and then drive around 2 the back and C the large pole that was deeply concrete embedded into the ground, all crushed and wrecked out in the shallow wooded area past the rear parking area. STATE FARM Insurance who I was with had no mercy with me and cancelled my policy today. The impound lot told Dawn, Chicky’s wife, that if 300 dollars is not paid tomorrow, I will B taken into court and MY drivers license will B taken from me. This was HOW I COULD NOT ESCAPE LONG ISLAND. THIS IS THE ROYAL DUCKING PAIN IN THE GRASS THAT ONLY THAT-FAMILY CAN CAUSE. ONLY THEY CAN TOTALLY DESCIMATE AND RUIN A MANS’ ENTIRE LIFE. Remember or reread the blogs from earlier in 2009, on www.blogger.com/, just type in the title, NO ESCAPE FROM LONG ISLAND. I have seen and witnessed and been VICTIMIZED by their supernatural powers now 4 nearly a half of a freaking century now, and I know how real it is, and that this is where they got the idea 4 their movie in the late nineties, called “THE TRUMAN STORY”. He could not get out either, it was all staged. ALL WAS A GAME. The beast was in the east again, HUH DAVID LATE OR 2 LATE SCYLLA ROTH!!!!!!!!!!!! When I was at work, lightning started flashing around 4 a short while 2 let me know the military and the 177th DEVILS of SATAN were out 2 get me good, and they did. Today, DEEDEE flocks were all over the Egg Harbor and Galloway Township areas, huge flocks of giant birds, they know walking dead men when they C them in their cars, read what SHE has 2 say in HER mighty words of the HOLY BIBLE, C what LORD/ESS or SAR/AH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE says about my birds. On top of all of this, my hay fever is off the friggin’ scale horrific, as it is a seasonal hell that I live with each year around this time.
U know it strikes me so funny how the human mind is not capable of rationally looking at things presented 2 them, especially when it is 2 weird and far out there 4 them, and they really R hoping that the person saying the stuff is just a whack job nutcase lunatic. Someone mentioned that my seeing the prosecutor in late 1989, in no way had any connections with the LAW AND ORDER show on television getting created. They had ingeniously copied my directions and now they R an immediate expert on working out Gawnum equations. After-all, there is no match out with my PCN-871 and L&O’s PCN-275. Wow, really? Gosh. Let me show U something Einstein. What would law and order have 2 do with me? Did U ever think that adding the appropriate word SHOW after LAW AND ORDER, might B a tad bit more logical there, Mister Spok? A second Einstein mentioned that PAULA KING is very much a heavy match with me, so Y is she not your friend, Y is she the MAYAN QUEEN of disaster that U blog about and refer 2 as Julia White? Well, I do not REFER 2 HER as anything. She came into my mind, AS Julia White, and influenced ME 2 write the 1994 book called THE PERMISSION BARRIER. After writing it and 4 numerous years right into early 2009, this very year a solid decade and a half after finishing the book, I just recently remembered my trip up 2 the freaking island, and her raping me in the mansion at 175 Peninsula Drive in Babylon, New York. She hypnotized me. She even sent my cousin Herbert Huntington recently into a major interaction where he tried 2 tell me that she had nothing 2 do with any of this. I knew he was lying and proved it, right in the interaction, and wow was this a mahucking doodad of an experience 4 some future blogging text 2 further discuss, BRO!!!!!!!! Now let me discuss a doozie interaction that happened shortly after my computer was destroyed 2 Monday’s ago, and my Capital One Visa account was pulled. I fell into a nasty butt rotten sleep. Suddenly my mother and I were in a maze of corridors at some hospital. We were both there 2 visit MC who was a patient there, under an assumed name and with the utmost QT. She had been the victim of a crime that would not B a smart thing 4 me 2 discuss details on in a public blog. We seemed 2 know her very well, and mother had not yet fallen victim 2 her weird and undiagnosed medical condition that led 2 her eventual demise in early March of 2000 here in the waking world, or your concept of this. As we entered an area where some elevators were located, yet still were back in a hallway and walking towards them, we were speaking and conversing in a quiet hospital tone, and I said her first name and mother stopped suddenly and gave me a stare-down that I haven’t seen since high school. Then she said, “Mark, U can’t say that in here, we’ll B thrown out of the hospital”. I stared right back at her and said the following thing 2 her, “Mom what is wrong with U?, there R many Mariah’s in the world, as well as Jeff’s and Toms and Jane’s and Joan’s”. Suddenly the interaction by my reference point here in waking reality, instantly ‘dreamshifted’ 2 an entirely different location, still with my mother, and she was being handed a letter, always a freaking letter. 12 years of this now, and the man with it was delivering it 2 her personally, insisting that she give him her full name first. She suddenly could not seem 2 remember it and kept stammering and stuttering, and I finally raised my voice and told him her name, but he kept insisting that B4 he gives this letter 2 her, SHE must tell him her name. She could not. This reminded me a lot of Barnabas Collins, Angelique, and Ben Stokes, on Dark Shadows, but I figured out the real meaning of much deeper shirt here than just the old soap opera horror show of years gone freaking by, BRA!!!!!!! Again, future blogs and future times R made and designed 4 more elucidation on interactions like these, and right now I need 2 finish this up and post and crash, as I must get up early and take Dawn 2 her probie dude, John Judy. B4I end this, back 2 answering Einstein number 2 and her wonderment and bewilderment of my match up Gawnumly with Paula King. A long time back by mortal references, a year or less in fact, I blogged that the GAWNUM shows a compatibility in events that thereby can solve mysterious queries, if and when properly tested so that other all ready known things R matched and then U can plug in alternate words and dates and times and locations and names and so on and so freaking forth. Still, I know I added in there somewhere, that the mighty GAWNUM shows a (connection between things or a lacking in connection), but not necessarily whether this connection is a good positive one or a bad negative one. GAWNUM studies can show good and bad ONLY when specified and queried as indeed doing so. Again, everything has a convertible private cosmically-coded number, or PCN. Get this number, but choose what U get carefully B4U start playing Albert the Matchmaker, E, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Does anyone remember the day my driving skills were challenged and questioned after my returning from the Galloway Library behind their police building, and the girl I call TWINBAY that called me a GLASS HALF EMPTY GUY? Look at the connective symbolism just with the location here. Remember how she was trying 2 get a drivers license, and I was saying I had one since I was 18, being still 53 at the time totaling 35 years, and who is this 27 year old child 2 lecture me? Well, here I am again, in the same area, a stones throw away, and here is another ACCIDENT SITUATION, and now they R gonna try and pull my license. Do U still not believe the reality that all material things really R energy, and connected up together in the energy realm as tiny sub atomic numeration systems, proving Gawky Gaukauk is no liar, nor is his system called the GAWNUM, on the Astral Plane????????? Well, U will believe whatever U choose, and that much, I KNOW is truer than relativity. That, even today, is still THEORY. No one has proved it by taking a trip 2 the future in an ultra high velocity space vessel. It has proven out 2 work in a microcosm, but some things indeed that do this, still do not work out when put 2 real tests, and all scientists worth their salt know this fact.
I AM NOT AFRAID OF U JULIA WHITE. GO AHEAD AND CLUCKING MURDER ME. DO IT IN MY SLEEP LIKE U DID 2 MY MOTHER, OR ANY WAY U WISH. DEATH DOES NOT FRIGHTEN ME. GO PLAY WITH MOTH BALLS. Somebody is asking 2 get theirs ladies and gentleman, as I am a mere human with limits and tolerances, and have taken way more than my stucking share of pain and punishment at the hand of these freaking MAYANS, who planned all this from millions of trucking years ago. They planned all of this, this town, this life, and THAT FAMILY, and told me indirectly in ways that only get me laughed at, that indeed, “THERE IS NO ESCAPE 4U, BOY” Somebody out here better love real estate and want 2 get some land, because BRO, UR about 2 get some land handed 2U quickly, and not a lot of land, but 2 big achers, CRUNCH, OUCH!!!!!!!!
Now this blog was meant 2 begin like this, BRA:
Joe King is staying with us this week here in HELL, thank the gods. Still, things have never been anywhere near this bad, even 4 this wonderful diseased family. No one out there reading this has a tiny clue. I have known people from maximum security state and federal prison as well as people from spending years in sike wards and in state run psychiatric facilities, yet never have I encountered anything like this, not ever, and I STAND BY MY IMPLICATIONS MADE ON PRIOR BLOG ‘TWENTY-THREE’. Clang, ding, gong, those 15 bell loud cymbals and symbols, there they go, trustworthy as any other precision clockwork that I have ever seen as well, BRO GAWKY. JACK MC-COY IS WRONG, tell your client Jack sir, there IS enough $$$$$ 2 keep peeps out of the pen, BRA. That has been proven 2 me since this nightmare began after my 70 days of non-blogging and this insidious and odious plan that followed. Tomorrow, Tuesday, at 9:30 Ante’ Meridian, we all go 2 court in Hammonton/Berryville. I am just wheelman Charlie, and thank the gods was not here Friday night 2 have witnessed this nightmare occurrence at the HOH, (House-Of-Horrors). Anyone wishing 2 archive this stuff that started at the end of 2007 and early into 2008 when I indeed went off the system 4 roughly 70 days and nights, dead silence from the Mountains of Pen, merely needs 2 go 2 the website of www.blogger.com and can try http add ons of either drunkenhive or theansweristhequestion. U can also try Googling up BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN and include dates of blogs and put this inside of the quotation symbols. Anyone that does not even give me one tiny benefit of the doubt that I am being attacked by the Queen Mayan named Julia White, is ignorant and or just plain cruel. This family or said much better, THAT-FAMILY has put me through 39 years of total inconceivable nightmarish hell. Someday, I will hire private detectives 2 go up 2 Aunt Ruth Huntington, or the late as she expired from that phony White-Flu-Shot in 1977, but up 2 the family area on the great island, and find some of my cousins that might B willing 2 talk and help me 2 get 2 the bottom of this nightmare that has plagued me now since around 1958. Computer hacking is bad, the mouse not wanting 2 respond 2 command, a very old and well used nineties hackers trick, done that day 2 me when Fred Windstein and I were at the nightmare death house of Somerdale, referenced 2 so often in older blogging texts. The telephone line as well as the electrical lines all went out and wild stuff appeared on the computer screens, terroristic threats, and then the system was wiped out. This was done by the branch of THAT FAMILY FROM 1970 of MCGUIRE and CALLIO families of the Atlantic City and Somers Point, NJUSAESMWG area. When I was molested in the home on Cornwell Avenue by their friend, Thomas J. Reale in 1970, in early July, I had nightmares where this entire family came 2 me in these powerful ‘dreams’ and identified themselves 2 me as simply, THAT-FAMILY, And all of this has been previously blogged over and over on numerous blogging websites, BRA. In one of the dreams, THAT FAMILY upon identifying themselves as this 2 me, cut out my lungs and magically turned them into bright red bloody washcloths and squeezed them, and made me cough as they squeezed and red blood was dripping all over the place, talk about what nightmares R really made of, BRA.
Ann King is going 2 drop the charges made against her violent daughter early Saturday morning when the police were here at the house and I was at my job. Her Probie, John Judy, at the Atlantic County, New Jersey, Justice Complex, said this is the only way she will not go back 2 jail. This was all discussed a few hours back today by telephone. Dawn has agreed 2 stop drinking. Of course she will not, Chicky and Dawn R alcoholics who refuse 2 ever admit being wrong about anything, never willing 2 attend the mandatory AA meetings, and even force and intimidate me 2 sign a fake name here and there on an official sheet that Dawn takes 2 her probie JJ on a regular basis, showing she attends these meetings when in fact it is a hoax. The landlord and FBI agent has 2 know all the things going on, and must have accepted a huge payoff bribe by TF-70, McCoy, so don’t make me laugh about telling clients that there is not enough $$$$ in the world 2 buy your way out of freaking jail, as I am not BUYING into that nonsense 4 one measly second. I know what I know, and that is 4 reale, not molester REALE!!!!
What none of U will believe until I can find the proofs necessary 2 bring 2 a legal court and magistrate system, is that a powerful other-worldly reality connects things here, and my anger about what I know regarding this is kindled 2 beyond thermonuclear, BRO. TF-70 is a blessed family, even though it may not seem always 2B the case, the powerful Astral Plane gods watch over this powerful family, and use those not chosen 2B blessed, as their slaves 4 as long as need B the case, as 4 instance, me, with Dawn King over the past 2 years, and especially the past 14 months. I can prey until my knees R exposed bare on every mother freaking pair of pants that I own, and it is meaningless. I was chosen 2 help this particular branch of THAT FAMILY, and I do not have a choice in the matter. This proves that LIES R IN THE BIBLE, AS IT SAYS WE ALL HAVE FREE WILL. Some may argue the point that we all have the freedom of will, but not the ability or power 2 resist and flee from certain predetermined disasters and horrific nightmares such as my particular present TF-70 situation. Still, I am bold and audacious enough 2 say that by tacking on the BIBLICAL PROMISE of ‘reap and sow’, and many other scriptures, my life thereby totally and absolutely verifies and proves on the face of things that there R definitely straight out rotten filthy lies in the bible, total FREAKING LIES, and that this is a huge gargantuan hyper time sized religious secret that indeed is fully known by our present Pope ’Hexnumer’. He is totally aware of this, and yes, DING, CRASH, symbols and cymbals at 160 decibels, Alexander Graham, and Y he came 2 the church behind the other home we all were in last year 2C the MARHOUSE 4 Himself, and all of this is right on the time and date Google stamped blogger dot com. It is forever a part of the record that proves the unfair sacrifice of me, 2 them, THAT STINKING FAMILY OF 1970, BLOODY SQUEEZED WASH CLOTHS AND ALL, BRO!!!!!!!!! This is truth and even Jehovah Herself knows that Mountainpen would not make this up nor dare 2 lie about HER, the All Mighty Goddess of this entire multiverse, SCYLLA, or SSJKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hope Pope, U found out whatever it was Sir that U were looking 4 last year, my brother. I am in the dark about many things, your Eminence, but what I know, sir, I KNOW, and will obviously take it this week 2 my freaking grave!!!!!! If the automated MOGOSP continues 2 copy me endlessly, I guess suicide is a waste of my time. Even Doctor Death Kevorkian cannot help someone eternally doomed in hell fire, and if this is not someone’s super idea of just what hell if it indeed is real, might B, then I’d really like 2B told just what the heck is, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Again, MOGOSP is an automation of a supercomputer mainframe, a powerful program that can do amazing things, and stands 4, MOTIVE-GOAL SOFTWARE PROGRAM. Laugh all U want, they would have laughed and or burned U 300 years ago or less if U told society about computers and internet and telephones through the air and half day trips around the world and men on the moon sand television and on and on. I know what I know, the heck with anyone that calls me wrong or a liar or a deluded cuke. Laugh all U want 2 about laser trace distance delay and World Lab, and all of it, laugh all the hell U wanna laugh, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know what I know and I know what I say.
Now I will B gone at the end of the week, mysteriously vanishing into the 4 winds forever, and there will B no more Mountainpen or Mark Mohr on the internet. So let me try and respond 2 a few little things asked of me, not that it will totally answer anyone but if I had more time, then things could B different. Let me start with the queries about the hexnumer that I Have received over the past months of this oh-nine year. Every 16 of anything is very major, and has 2 do with the mental realm, or the mind dimension or the sixth dimension, the name of this whatever non-place is meaningless. It sends signals of a sort far beyond human graspable terms down into the next lower dimensionality or the 5th dimensional hyperspace, and operates in a base 16. The proof is that non biological thinking machines function at their maximum when built 2 operate on the hexadecimal or base 16 binary, ask any geek or computer whiz. Still this filters down into biological thinking machines as well, like us, using our brains, the physical counterpart of the collective DS or 6th-D, or MIND. Anytime U start anywhere and give it a frame of reference, U can date back or forward all U want, B it in days, weeks, months, years, or whatever, and if U do it in 16ths, U will B totally amazed at what this truth will reveal 2U, BRA. The hexnumer is not magic, it merely is the reason that all of hyperspace operates as it does, including the up and down lining of thought itself inside of a larger closed infinity loop, the mind realm just below D-7, or LAWTRONICS. To those questioning the music connection in all of this, U may say that what I now say is lame and dumb, and that is your bizz entirely, but hay, it is what it is. Sugar is sweet, salt is strong and sharp, water is wet, land is dry, and gravity on stellar orbiting spheres pulls things from up 2 down. Every time in my entire life, that music in any way at all is connected into something, all hell strikes the shirt fans real fast and hard, and my pal the late David Charles Roth was in the exact same situation 4 unknown reasons, and remember he was a friend of one of the mighty Jackson’s, the least known, but still, a Jackson, Mizz Red-Even-Black-Even. Now moving on with this, the bolder I got over the summer of 2009, in telling things about THAT-FAMILY, MC’s own clan, distant as it may B, things progressed rapidly from wildfire 2 thermo-nuclear. I told simple truths here, and simple truths about Dave and his failed trip up 2 a Philadelphia music store. Just as he was about 2 purchase a drum set after many years of planning and saving 4 it, and then like magic, his Cadillac totally threw an engine rod and permanently died. No drums. Am I shocked? Duhh. In my case, every single time that I attempt 2 pursue the Peter Viteritti musically related thing, I am literally cosmically assaulted and mother trucking pummeled and hammered. Hay, believe whatever U want, and feel free 2 disagree. All I know is what was told 2 me long ago in a different lifetime, that through vivid dreaming I can recall with perfect clarity, Carl Castaneda and Don Wan Mattes. The hemlock drinking philosopher and I were sitting near the shoreline of the great Red Sea and his words 2 me during one of our talks when I lived in the Roman Empire as the Silversmith Demetrious, and I was telling him how Diana was the love of my life, and I had 2 keep this a secret or the empire would put me 2 death 4 daring 2 claim a GODDESS 4 his woman, and wished there was some way 2 spread a message 2 the entire stars of the sky how unfair it all is, and this is when he said 2 me while staring directly at me, “Demetrious, beware the tide that brings the music message, as this will always B heard the loudest, and remembered the longest”. If Plato himself was aware that messages R most powerful when delivered in song, then really JJ-Evans, Kid-DIE-NO-MITE, what CAN I SAY?????????????????????? Since my life is a nightmare message that I am indeed attempting 2 get out 2 the entire world, and I can write music on top of this, simply add up one and one and realize Y my being forbidden anywhere near music is equal 2 number freaking 2.
The very end of the 39th chapter of the book of JOB in the HOLY SCRIPTURES tells it so true. Sarah or LORDESS STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE does allow me 2 love this great Goddess, and has given her permission as well as her blessing. Only in this current century am I, in my soul existence so 2 speak, aware that SHE is the ELECTRON in our world of time and hyperspace. This is Y scripture says that SHE can indeed hit the MARK, or better translated 2 American 2009 lingo, B with me forever, as Rictafarius on the Astral Plane, and I am permitted this memory while consciously awake and living physically here in this time world as Mark Wayne Mohr.
Now 4 Julia Mayan White the great, AKA Paula King and some other names not all that smart 4 me 2 blog, and this will finish out today’s quick note 2 the world. She thought I had remembered what she did 2 me in 1968, when 18 years later in 1986, I wrote that egotistical song called, “Real Good Girl”, and sent it down 4 copyright in late July, 2 the United States Office of Copyrights, Library of the Congress, in Washington, DC. I had not remembered, but she could not take the chance. All she knew is that I had seemingly broken the HUNTINGTON CURSE. This would have intergalactic as well as transdimensional effects of a totally catastrophic nature, or so she believed, obviously, BRA. The war was on, winds and on, no peace, no Tolstoy’s, and no way out. “Try 2 get out of this one bub”. Try 2 escape, or hide, this was told 2 me 4B it had any meaning, B4 time caught up, B4 my conscious world illusion met up with the circumstances, BRO. The greatest fish in the bay was loose now, and had 2B re-caught and returned back 2 the Huntington Bay Lakehouse, B4 the universe might collapse, this is all the mighty Doctor White, Goddess of the MAYANS knew. Well, maybe she was right, but still does this give the cosmos the right and privilege 2 keep me down and in eternal hell fire? I do not agree with this, and will fight this 2 my dying breath, and 2 the last drop of my out flowing mother freaking blood, BRA!!!!!!
The blog was going 2 end here, but I am being trucking major computer hacked, and cannot get any uploaded blogs 2 any of my blogger sites. I have tried shutting down and restarting twice, no freaking dice. The Comcast Cable modem shows all the proper lights on and holding steady, better than many times when I look over at it and wonder if I am good 2 post or not. As I said, this Julia White character is behind all my woes and definitely now I have come 2 realize and know with a greater than normal knowing of simple facts like one plus one, that indeed she is behind all of my miseries, and is part of the controller that is behind this current planet and its woes and the games played by the Astral forces and realm gods and goddesses that inhabit the location-interaction there known as OLYMPIA-PROPER, in the Province Olympia. When I was writing the book, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER” in the year 1994, her name POPPED into my head as the character. Now with the fictional name of Jim Pratt, that was a simple changed name from the real dude who I did actually meet in the waking world computer school called “Professional Careers Institute”, at the One Cherry Hill Building of the famous Cherry Hill Mall, in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, Roddenberry Traveler, and no Nina, no Nina Soifer, and no money-man involved in the equation here. So add whipped cream and nuts on Sunday or any day and put that in the fireplace along with your soul, JW. This man was indeed named Jim, but his last name was the preemptor of the mighty famous LAW AND ORDER show that they trucked me out of this afternoon and put that sleazy scummy Brenda Closer on instead. Yes Jim Pratt was a fictional normal writer’s book name change, and the real character is named James T. Burr. His daddy does not run any starships either BRA. So Y did Julia White think I remembered my solo trip up 2 Babylon, Long Island in August of 1968 just because I wrote a song called “REAL GOOD GIRL”? Also, Y did she care? Y did she do all of this 2 me 2 begin with I’m sure that most readers R presuming and pondering over by now? The answer is as plain as the nose on our faces, but who can C the nose unless we R born cross eyed? She saw me winning using a system that she knew only Diana Arteemis knew about called Applied Parallel Event, with the casino game of Roulette, in Atlantic City. She saw me beating the HUNTINGTON CURSE that began with the death and crucifixion of our LORD/SAR Jesus Christ. Is there a whole lot more 2 all of this? Well, is the ocean large, wet, and salty, BRA?????? Later on I’ll tell U much more B4I disappear forever next weekend, as I cannot take any freaking more of her stinking bull shirt. And only she is really powerful enough 2 actually put a shirt on a bull.
I tried again and they keep giving me page-load-error screens that come up, and they will not let me legally have my say. U wait, right after their sick Dow Jones is closed and goes up 300 points today, then they will let me post, and the shmucking FBI could care totally less how my civil rights R being trampled on and buried in the diarrhea quicksand of hellfire and nightmares. Let me remind U all that when I moved into Jenny shore-witches trailer park on Halloween Day of 2000, she and I got along splendidly at the beginning of my stay and rental at this park. It was not until I showed her the hexnumer, name-number count percentage difference system, and other similar Gawkian Astral Technologies of numeration, that all hell literally broke loose. Yes there was indeed the granddaughter complaint incident that I mentioned from the summertime of oh-one, but that was healing up and getting better, until I told her adopted granddaughter Stacey Hamblin that my dad was a good friend of Albert Einstein and that they had many a great talk in the Princeton, New Jersey Park many years ago, so between that and also my telling Jenny about the hexnumer name-number percentage variation matches, which is sort of like a precursor or a more elementary concept of the GAWNUM. This is YI laugh 2 death at atheists and scoffers and all out here that just love 2 live inside of their unbelief in the otherworldly paranormal supernatural esoteric things that R indeed going on all around us all the time, just because UR2 “spiritually-DEAD” 2 observe this around U. Maybe a rephrase is needed here, let me really admit it and say, “LUCKY enough NOT 2C”.
Dawn gave me money 2 hold 4 her and insists that I did not give it all back 2 her when she was loaded stone drunk, ripping me off 4 twenty dollars after I was nice enough a week ago 2 spend 17 dollars buying her liquor on my visa debit card and told her it was a gift, 2 try and get her a little bit nicer and happier. This was perhaps a ridiculous move on my part, as if Satan ever came 2 Earth with a human birth, I freaking know just who the mother fletching shirt it is, and this is DAWN MARIE KING LAINES, and that’s the FREAKING GOSPEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Never again will I hold her money, as I simply cannot afford 2 get ripped off.
I HAVE TRIED AND TRIED AND TRIED AND CANNOT GET ONTO THE BROTHER DUCKING INTERNET 4 OVER 90 MINUTES. NOW THE DOW JONES STOCK MARKET IS CLOSED, AND IT IS 2 MINUTES PAST 4, HOW MUCH DO U WANNA FREAKING BET THIS NOW WILL B PERMITTED 2 POST FRIGGIN’ UP???????????
THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL, OR BETTER SAID, MC, RULES US ALL, AND THEY ALL ADMITTED 2 IT FROM 1,200 FEET UP IN THE SKY IN THE MIDDLE OF 2008!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT FUN REALLY IS IT YA STICK IN THE MOUTHS, WHEN IT IS TOTALLY 100% FIXED? I CANNOT C HOW THIS CAN REALLY ADD THE SPICE INGREDIENT OF {FUN} INTO YOUR ROTTEN FRIGGIN’ DISEASED GAMES.
Well I was wrong. It is 6 past 4 now, and someone has totally mother clucking hacked out my ability 2 post up a thing or get onto the internet. When Dawn wakes up, she will have 2 call the Comcast Cable Company and have a shmucking technician come over here sometime. We pay insurance 4 this trucking service, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have had this computer since early in May of 2008, and never has it been this badly and totally hacked up. Loud motor shirt panucking cycles R going by, they know they have me. Also, chemtrailing was nasty earlier when I took Ann King Silva out 2 buy some tobacco tubes. I cannot call Comcast, it is no longer my account and I do not live in my own place with my own account, and Dawn who was asleep earlier, is now discussing personal issues with Judge Raso, and there is nothing I can do. If I call, they will not help me. It is half trucking past 4 of the clock now, and I guess this is it, the end of my blogs or back 2 the mother bad-lucking library where all this shmucking hell began in the freaking first place, talk about mother trucking round robins at light speed hyper cubed, BRO.
Well I will use this down time 2 discuss my favorite subject since they wanna B super-cute. Julia White is behind all of this, and always was and will B. The hostilitygram that my MORIANS have heard me make mention of on numerous occasions is off the scale bad and has been 4 quite a while now, BRA!!!! This is when I started worrying, say around 2 or 3 weeks ago. Then it was merely a predictable procession of negative trucking events, the crashing of both Roger Carey’s system and the crashing of my father’s system 4 playing roulette, and then the residence hellishness. It bothered me for many years on a grand scale YI no longer could win money playing roulette when I was doing nothing differently than in 1986 when I made 9,200 dollars in my spare time, and was living on top of the world like a TF-70-KING, the gods forbid.
Just now I have come 2 learn that an account that I had in good standing 4 a long time at the Capital One Bank, has basically thrown me out with the trash. This is all 2 make the Dow Jones go up over 10 thousand and there is no way in hell now that it will not, most likely by tomorrow, but definitely by the week’s end. They reduced my credit line from 5 grand down 2 seven hundred dollars. I will send them the 300 that I owe them along with my cut up card, and close the account. I intend now 2 call Judge Raso and ask him 2 help me refinance a consolidation on my remaining bills so that the payment will B less, and more affordable. After all, if creditors R going 2 reward a loyal good paying person by cancelling out their credit, then I no longer care about my credit rating. It is shot anyway from a personal bankruptcy back around 2004, and again who do I have 2 totally thank 4 that but good old PAULA J-KING WHITE!!!!!! Can my brother trucking bunt tapping life get any worse? Comcast cannot help me, so I do not know when if ever, my computer will work again, so STUCK IT. I will just go back 2 using the shmucking library computer, DUCK MY YUCKING STICK YA SHORE, JULIA WHITE, AND ALL OF U EVIL SHIRTS FROM SOUTH AMERICA WHO R BEHIND MY TOTAL DEMISE!!!!!!!!! I told U how evil bankers R, but U did not believe me, Mister President, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well so much 4 Prudential Life Insurance, the dirty illegitimates trucked me real good BRO, so now I will take my passport and get the flock ducking heck out of here Saturday, as planned. Freak all of U MO-EW MILLIONTH-COUNCIL filthy enemies, BRA!!!!!!!!!!
Well it is now nearly eight of the clock at night. My life has been totally trucking wrecked by THAT-FAMILY of 1970. I have been super virus and worm hack jack LATTISAW attacked, and by which/witch Stacey, I wonder? This may B a very long blog, as I may not B able 2 post up 4 a week, as a friend of Ed Himacane’s is coming over then, if I am lucky, 2 look at it, and in the rock chucking mean time, I can only just continue attempting 2C what is wrong, and running all and any blocked programs no matter how lengthy the process with my whittle freaking one gig of memory, and so on and so forth. This is definitely the most bad-lucking horrific attack that I have ever gone through in my entire nearly shmucking 55 years of present lifetime human waking existence, BRA!!!!!!!! There will B revenge and retaliation, and when UC it on the news, just remember this mother-stucking blog. I tried again and it still is totally dead, I just simply cannot get past this page that says that my connection 2 the server is whatever and whatever and transfreakinglation, “it won’t work”. THIS IS A VIOLATION OF MY HUMNAN RIGHTS. THIS IS A VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL RIGHTS, ACLU. THIS IS A VIOLATION OF MY CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS. Where is my 7th grand pappy Samuel Huntington, signer of the Declaration Of Independence, when I need the freaking dude, BRA????????????????????????????????????
Well it now is 6 minutes B4 eleven on Monday evening, and a very nice lady from
Comcast Cable walked me through a million steps on the computer while speaking 2 me on the telephone. Nothing stopped this wild problem. She at first thought a virus got me, but at the end she diagnosed an overly secure defense system that has blocked internet access totally. She told me that I will have 2 call a local small mom and pop computer place, and that there is a real good one in Woodbury, New Jersey. They can repair it, and that it should only cost me 20-50 bucks. There is no way this just happened, and I still believe this 2B a huge hyper time gigantic Stacey Lattisaw JACK HACK ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Adding this insertion in now at 10:42 post meridian on Tuesday night the first night in September of 2009, it cost me 80 dollars, and when I first had it repaired at the shop, it still was no good and I had 2 return it again, and they kept it until Monday afternoon, an entire week without my freaking computer. I have a new found fear and respect 4 Scylla, and total hatred. Despite this shmuck-up today, the market was only up 3 and a half mother karuking points, I am sure the Phillies were totally crushed however, let me check the trucking sports channel now, BRO. Well they did not score a FULL-EVIL filthy empire at least, my Philadelphia Phillies won by a 6:2 score against the Heinz Gottwald Mets, HA-HA-HA. At least I managed 2 eek out a splitpire, short 4 a split empire. JULIA WHITE the mighty South American MAYAN started all this evil demonic shirt with me with the parallel event after I began breaking out of the demented HUNTINGTON CURSE, and sent down the song “REAL GOOD GIRL” 2 the United States Copyright Office, in July of 1986. Still, I know the song was heard by her as well as THAT-FAMILY, and from there she feared that I had REMEMBERED being hypnotized, and would begin wondering about whether or not I might have children running around after what she did 2 me on the island in 1968. Yeah I know the county is the Sarah Callio initials, I didn’t fall off of the Tennessee Avenue turnip truck last night Senator Fred T. Youngbrides!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I tried the computer internet again, and BRO, NO DICE. It will have 2B taken tomorrow 2 a trucking repair shop 2 get un-hacked. This is a pure family of pure disease. They have destroyed every possible and potential facet and parameter of my entire life. Y am I so important? Y? If my claims of who I am related 2 and this curse being real is not true and real beyond any doubt, then U tell me just what the clucking ducking hell fire is going on around me 24/7/365.2422. Jane Sleaze Louise Fonda almost got me, but HA-HA, it is 14 past eleven, screw U dip-weeds, big muscles and all. It is now 3 minutes past midfreakingnight on Tuesfreakingday, the 25th of miserable butt-hole August of screw plow hand and wine ADEG. I am the most brother-bad lucking miserable and picked on human being on the face of this ill and pathetically diseased messed up planet. Let me crash off 2 the Astral Plane where I really am anyway, and shut down this dumb dream here 4 a few hours by mortal waking perspective and reference, and get up and take my compuker tower into a repair shop and get 2 the mother-trucking bottom of this nightmare shirt, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First please allow me 2 quickly throw in this little insertion of major interest 2 some Morians and Blogaudians, hopefully, Senator, at all points in the illusions of Watergate!!!!!!!!!!
Ann King and her New Jersey family branch begins with many wild people on her fathers side of this family. The direct link 2 Paula King is through the Estrada line, and yes the chips R on the table, and these dudes R 2nd cousins, Cali Highway Patrol, the officer bike rider dude on the TV show, and not Cali/Callio of the Atlantic City Callio/Martino/McGuire clan. Paula King’s grandfather or the now late John King’s sweet ol’ super happy water-hose-man pappy is the character who married into the Estrada lines, off of Ann King’s father’s one of numerous brothers and uncles, it is all 2 lengthy 2 get into right now. The entire family goes back into Italy, Portugal, Spain, Mexico, and Guatemala, and even Brazil and nearby, but 2 further tell U how more than 800 people R wrapped up into this huge mess over 8 short generations is not necessary right now. When I do tell, it will B verified and proof checkable 2 anyone curious and interested enough in my nightmare story 2 indeed do so 2 their total satisfaction. Also, so will the plot 2 ruin my entire life since 1958, even though ol’ cuz Herby Huntington is in no way related, nor R any of my family related 2 TF-70 going all the way back (20 by 40), as after 800 years, most people we brush up against in a crowded city R indeed slightly and ever so distantly related, and that is basically as meaningless as kids playing in a sandbox down on 6th and Mellon Streets, but still, my point 4 ending this blog right now is the Estrada line off of Ann’s father’s lineage, is where Paula King’s grandfather and his clan R all linked up through a powerful marriage that really was not supposed 2 take place. U have no idea how forces lead and direct this humanity-game, and when something is meant 2 happen, and U get onto being part of it and try 2 get out of it, well, listen 2 the song. But beyond the song, I know first hand how powerful the fictional TRUEMAN STORY really is, and this ain’t freaking sicko Hollywood, BRA. THIS IS ALL REAL HONEST LIFE, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC, SCAN 4 WHOEVER DID THIS 2 ME AND TOTALLY WIPE OUT AND DESTROY THESE GARBAGE SUCKING FILTH BAGS AND ALL LOVED ONES. Go to G-7 open command, use all general and special orders, and max out your gain and all controls against your gain. Your desire key is switching from the J-normal neutral power position over to the I position. On an I to D, A/B tone, phasing punishment sequencing system, empower the crushed and obliterated image object on your freaking transpower block. The tones from the old style phone machine system R now equal 2 the post published successfully prompt on the website of blogger dot com on the internet. G-1133 under G-901, G-13, G-14, under CG-5555, CG-18 and STOP.------------END OF THIS BLOG:
1:22 Post Meridian on August 24th of 2009, Monday
START OF BLOG: It really is not this date, it is now
6 of the clock in the evening, the 1st evening of 2009’s 9th month.
Only the great Jim Kirk of Star Trek could say it right,
Still I will quote him, “Someone or some thing” sure interfered
With getting this blog posted up 2 the internet and especially 2UM:
This is an insert. I am re-editing so that no cussing words will B found herein. This is way 2 important a blog not 2B posted on the UM site. Please accept my public apology Saru of the Undiscovered-Mysteries Website. My language will remain legal and clean from this point on, with perhaps a little clever rhyming.
This is not where the blog began, this is now 25 past ten at night on Monday night, an entire week in the future from where I wanted originally 2 post up around 3 or just after in the afternoon, an entire Monday ago. This is the final and 31st mother-loving day of the worst month of my entire rock chucking life, AUGUST of OH-NINE, BR!!!!!!!!!!! The Mayan Queen, JULIA WHITE, broke my computer. I had 2 take it into a repair shop not all that far from where the mighty child molester Thomas J. Reale molested me sexually when I was age 15 and a half, on Cornwall Avenue in Ventnor, New Jersey, USAESMWG. U will hear an incredible story, if U honestly R not in the mood 4 it, go off 2 another blog, because this gets beyond the fartherest stars of the heavens by quantitative factors and then some more. As any Morianity followers and Blogaudians R aware of, last week contained 2 nasty FULL EVIL EMPIRES, and the DOW JONES does nothing but forever shoot up and up and up just like I told all of U, not just my GIANT GINA.
Last week was trucking super loaded with MILITUFOCE DEATH SIEGE, it has been very bad 4 quite a while now, but last week after they struck the computer, it was no holds barred nor punches pulled, all was legal and ethical down 2 the filthiest dirtiest rottenest tactics that this sick diseased twisted shirt bunch from Holy-Hot-Hell could do at their total butt-wipe worst.
First balloon siege is back major. Choppers and military planes, and small loud planes were all over me all week long like flies on a garbage truck. Also like HADDONWOOD GI-FLIES sent down from their long WHITE-winged planes with the black tips, Julia, and into the private club outdoor swimming pool of 1996, it was as though I was strong glue. Wow BRO, I never should have ever tried 2 mess with THAT-FAMILY. They R beyond tucking all mighty powerful. They broke my entire system, and took away my only means of a financial cushion in case of such screw ups, by pulling my CAPITAL-ONE BANK VISA account. On the same day, they broke the computer, they wiped out my account and 4 no good reason, after my paying this rotten bank a sum of 4,800 dollars 2 bring down my balance 2 around just under 300 bucks, they inform me that they reduced my credit line down 2 seven bills. In combination with the insult of putting a blotch on my credit record which all credit line decreases do by the way 4 those unaware of this banking and financial reality, I thought the number was a definite Mashell Daniels RPL dig, shot, and cute ha-ha number. I would have closed out the account anyway, but this really iced the double bubble effect 4 me but good, and I know what I am imagining and what I am not. I also know that once Colaman’s system took a sharp turn 2 the south, all the rest would fall like dominos. But U have heard nothing at all. Get your iced tea and sandwich and relax in a cozy chair, this will B one Dogtown of a blogging text, Caveat Emptor.
Right after I called an information operator, and started looking up some possible distant cousins on the island, LINY, the real royal pain in the torment and torture box began. There was a terrible automobile accident that Chicky was in with his truck that I was strong armed into adding onto my car insurance policy. I knew at the time that if I ever tried 2 escape the “ISLANDERS”, the ‘97 song lyrics would prove themselves out 2B true and nightmarish beyond what I can really honestly expect any of U out there reading this on the internet 2 take seriously and believe, yet still, I am gonna print every shocking runt slapping word of this nightmare hell story, BRA!!!!!! I was planning my escape Sunday morning at one AM. This was an absolute, it was totally decided, a done deal. But when I got home from work Saturday morning, Dawn greeted me at the door, and told me that a horrible accident had happened during the night just east of Egg Harbor Township with the truck. Chicky was drunk as Dogtown and with his Guatemalan MAYAN friends. Now U must understand that unlike any of U, the scriptures jump right off the pages of the bible 4 me, I do not have one bit of freaking FAITH, I KNOW, I HAVE SEEN, I’VE WITNESSED the supernatural. I know how totally real and frighteningly dangerous all of it is. When it talks in scripture about things being planned B4 the Earth’s foundations were laid, most of U out here at best try and use your faith 2 believe in this wordage. I have no faith at all. I all ready know that all of this is totally real and true. The only trouble is that I know an upline teenaged girl is having a blast playing a game by dreaming into her own downline, as we all do by the way, but who cares, as I can only B concerned 4 right now this minute, with my small speck in the greater spectrum of the grand scheme of it all, BRA!!!!!! Just like Ed Green on the L&O television show, and BRA and BRO, after-all, I mean did I really, years B4I ever met Christopher Bennet, and was taught what being a blogger was by him; all ready know the future, and put my telephone listing under the name of Bobby Green? I did not even start watching this show until after I did this, let alone had I yet walked consciously and wakefully through the 03 and 04 and so forth years of this century. It was late in oh-two when I got sick 2 death of Callio and McGuire harassing me continually on the telephone, calling and hanging up every single freaking day, year in and year out. My songs like “MY PANDORA”, copyright examiner, yo, do U honestly believe that Roddenberry knew that a real physical time traveler existed in the garden state, just because maybe, just friggin’ maybe, he had, or his pals Pillar and Berman had, heard my original lyrical content that was sent 2 the US Copyright Office in 1980 called LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS? First things first BRA. There R no time travelers, and there is no time travel, because in truth there is NO TIME. It all is a trick that conscious or so-called-AWAKE mind is creating 4 us who appear 2 exist physically on this plane of materialization. But believe whatever turns U on and don’t listen 2 the one person on this sick Earth who really knows the truth, and C if I give a rats grass mole, BRA!!!! Forget about EMPIRE STATE, and learn what the letters ES really R all about, once and 4 all lads and lassies. It stands for 2 powerful words that explain the truth about all of this bull-shirt, EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND. This is all of it in a compressed nutshell. The dirt bag military persecuted the bad-luck out of me from the time I got 2 work Friday night the ending of August the 28th and early into the 29th on Saturday morning. This is because their dirt ball space shuttle craft had just taken off down in scum bag tax wasted dollars NASA, and they always persecute me when they go up, and when they come down, or during major times in the mission where extreme danger is presented 2 the astronauts. Again, it is always about that mighty tool, ICPE, INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT. Shortly after all was up, and roger that, and 10-4, and all that nonsense; they PAWM-PIE-IAD-ETTOS influenced Chicky 2 get together with his Guatemalan friends and relatives, and crash his truck, that was insured in my name, totaling it, and causing 15,000 dollars worth of other property damage by destroying an expensive neon restaurant sign, the Country Kitchen, of Galloway Township, New Jersey, Gene Traveler, USAESMWG. Should any of U doubt this, drive by and C their temporary wooden one displayed out front, and then drive around 2 the back and C the large pole that was deeply concrete embedded into the ground, all crushed and wrecked out in the shallow wooded area past the rear parking area. STATE FARM Insurance who I was with had no mercy with me and cancelled my policy today. The impound lot told Dawn, Chicky’s wife, that if 300 dollars is not paid tomorrow, I will B taken into court and MY drivers license will B taken from me. This was HOW I COULD NOT ESCAPE LONG ISLAND. THIS IS THE ROYAL DUCKING PAIN IN THE GRASS THAT ONLY THAT-FAMILY CAN CAUSE. ONLY THEY CAN TOTALLY DESCIMATE AND RUIN A MANS’ ENTIRE LIFE. Remember or reread the blogs from earlier in 2009, on www.blogger.com/, just type in the title, NO ESCAPE FROM LONG ISLAND. I have seen and witnessed and been VICTIMIZED by their supernatural powers now 4 nearly a half of a freaking century now, and I know how real it is, and that this is where they got the idea 4 their movie in the late nineties, called “THE TRUMAN STORY”. He could not get out either, it was all staged. ALL WAS A GAME. The beast was in the east again, HUH DAVID LATE OR 2 LATE SCYLLA ROTH!!!!!!!!!!!! When I was at work, lightning started flashing around 4 a short while 2 let me know the military and the 177th DEVILS of SATAN were out 2 get me good, and they did. Today, DEEDEE flocks were all over the Egg Harbor and Galloway Township areas, huge flocks of giant birds, they know walking dead men when they C them in their cars, read what SHE has 2 say in HER mighty words of the HOLY BIBLE, C what LORD/ESS or SAR/AH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE says about my birds. On top of all of this, my hay fever is off the friggin’ scale horrific, as it is a seasonal hell that I live with each year around this time.
U know it strikes me so funny how the human mind is not capable of rationally looking at things presented 2 them, especially when it is 2 weird and far out there 4 them, and they really R hoping that the person saying the stuff is just a whack job nutcase lunatic. Someone mentioned that my seeing the prosecutor in late 1989, in no way had any connections with the LAW AND ORDER show on television getting created. They had ingeniously copied my directions and now they R an immediate expert on working out Gawnum equations. After-all, there is no match out with my PCN-871 and L&O’s PCN-275. Wow, really? Gosh. Let me show U something Einstein. What would law and order have 2 do with me? Did U ever think that adding the appropriate word SHOW after LAW AND ORDER, might B a tad bit more logical there, Mister Spok? A second Einstein mentioned that PAULA KING is very much a heavy match with me, so Y is she not your friend, Y is she the MAYAN QUEEN of disaster that U blog about and refer 2 as Julia White? Well, I do not REFER 2 HER as anything. She came into my mind, AS Julia White, and influenced ME 2 write the 1994 book called THE PERMISSION BARRIER. After writing it and 4 numerous years right into early 2009, this very year a solid decade and a half after finishing the book, I just recently remembered my trip up 2 the freaking island, and her raping me in the mansion at 175 Peninsula Drive in Babylon, New York. She hypnotized me. She even sent my cousin Herbert Huntington recently into a major interaction where he tried 2 tell me that she had nothing 2 do with any of this. I knew he was lying and proved it, right in the interaction, and wow was this a mahucking doodad of an experience 4 some future blogging text 2 further discuss, BRO!!!!!!!! Now let me discuss a doozie interaction that happened shortly after my computer was destroyed 2 Monday’s ago, and my Capital One Visa account was pulled. I fell into a nasty butt rotten sleep. Suddenly my mother and I were in a maze of corridors at some hospital. We were both there 2 visit MC who was a patient there, under an assumed name and with the utmost QT. She had been the victim of a crime that would not B a smart thing 4 me 2 discuss details on in a public blog. We seemed 2 know her very well, and mother had not yet fallen victim 2 her weird and undiagnosed medical condition that led 2 her eventual demise in early March of 2000 here in the waking world, or your concept of this. As we entered an area where some elevators were located, yet still were back in a hallway and walking towards them, we were speaking and conversing in a quiet hospital tone, and I said her first name and mother stopped suddenly and gave me a stare-down that I haven’t seen since high school. Then she said, “Mark, U can’t say that in here, we’ll B thrown out of the hospital”. I stared right back at her and said the following thing 2 her, “Mom what is wrong with U?, there R many Mariah’s in the world, as well as Jeff’s and Toms and Jane’s and Joan’s”. Suddenly the interaction by my reference point here in waking reality, instantly ‘dreamshifted’ 2 an entirely different location, still with my mother, and she was being handed a letter, always a freaking letter. 12 years of this now, and the man with it was delivering it 2 her personally, insisting that she give him her full name first. She suddenly could not seem 2 remember it and kept stammering and stuttering, and I finally raised my voice and told him her name, but he kept insisting that B4 he gives this letter 2 her, SHE must tell him her name. She could not. This reminded me a lot of Barnabas Collins, Angelique, and Ben Stokes, on Dark Shadows, but I figured out the real meaning of much deeper shirt here than just the old soap opera horror show of years gone freaking by, BRA!!!!!!! Again, future blogs and future times R made and designed 4 more elucidation on interactions like these, and right now I need 2 finish this up and post and crash, as I must get up early and take Dawn 2 her probie dude, John Judy. B4I end this, back 2 answering Einstein number 2 and her wonderment and bewilderment of my match up Gawnumly with Paula King. A long time back by mortal references, a year or less in fact, I blogged that the GAWNUM shows a compatibility in events that thereby can solve mysterious queries, if and when properly tested so that other all ready known things R matched and then U can plug in alternate words and dates and times and locations and names and so on and so freaking forth. Still, I know I added in there somewhere, that the mighty GAWNUM shows a (connection between things or a lacking in connection), but not necessarily whether this connection is a good positive one or a bad negative one. GAWNUM studies can show good and bad ONLY when specified and queried as indeed doing so. Again, everything has a convertible private cosmically-coded number, or PCN. Get this number, but choose what U get carefully B4U start playing Albert the Matchmaker, E, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Does anyone remember the day my driving skills were challenged and questioned after my returning from the Galloway Library behind their police building, and the girl I call TWINBAY that called me a GLASS HALF EMPTY GUY? Look at the connective symbolism just with the location here. Remember how she was trying 2 get a drivers license, and I was saying I had one since I was 18, being still 53 at the time totaling 35 years, and who is this 27 year old child 2 lecture me? Well, here I am again, in the same area, a stones throw away, and here is another ACCIDENT SITUATION, and now they R gonna try and pull my license. Do U still not believe the reality that all material things really R energy, and connected up together in the energy realm as tiny sub atomic numeration systems, proving Gawky Gaukauk is no liar, nor is his system called the GAWNUM, on the Astral Plane????????? Well, U will believe whatever U choose, and that much, I KNOW is truer than relativity. That, even today, is still THEORY. No one has proved it by taking a trip 2 the future in an ultra high velocity space vessel. It has proven out 2 work in a microcosm, but some things indeed that do this, still do not work out when put 2 real tests, and all scientists worth their salt know this fact.
I AM NOT AFRAID OF U JULIA WHITE. GO AHEAD AND CLUCKING MURDER ME. DO IT IN MY SLEEP LIKE U DID 2 MY MOTHER, OR ANY WAY U WISH. DEATH DOES NOT FRIGHTEN ME. GO PLAY WITH MOTH BALLS. Somebody is asking 2 get theirs ladies and gentleman, as I am a mere human with limits and tolerances, and have taken way more than my stucking share of pain and punishment at the hand of these freaking MAYANS, who planned all this from millions of trucking years ago. They planned all of this, this town, this life, and THAT FAMILY, and told me indirectly in ways that only get me laughed at, that indeed, “THERE IS NO ESCAPE 4U, BOY” Somebody out here better love real estate and want 2 get some land, because BRO, UR about 2 get some land handed 2U quickly, and not a lot of land, but 2 big achers, CRUNCH, OUCH!!!!!!!!
Now this blog was meant 2 begin like this, BRA:
Joe King is staying with us this week here in HELL, thank the gods. Still, things have never been anywhere near this bad, even 4 this wonderful diseased family. No one out there reading this has a tiny clue. I have known people from maximum security state and federal prison as well as people from spending years in sike wards and in state run psychiatric facilities, yet never have I encountered anything like this, not ever, and I STAND BY MY IMPLICATIONS MADE ON PRIOR BLOG ‘TWENTY-THREE’. Clang, ding, gong, those 15 bell loud cymbals and symbols, there they go, trustworthy as any other precision clockwork that I have ever seen as well, BRO GAWKY. JACK MC-COY IS WRONG, tell your client Jack sir, there IS enough $$$$$ 2 keep peeps out of the pen, BRA. That has been proven 2 me since this nightmare began after my 70 days of non-blogging and this insidious and odious plan that followed. Tomorrow, Tuesday, at 9:30 Ante’ Meridian, we all go 2 court in Hammonton/Berryville. I am just wheelman Charlie, and thank the gods was not here Friday night 2 have witnessed this nightmare occurrence at the HOH, (House-Of-Horrors). Anyone wishing 2 archive this stuff that started at the end of 2007 and early into 2008 when I indeed went off the system 4 roughly 70 days and nights, dead silence from the Mountains of Pen, merely needs 2 go 2 the website of www.blogger.com and can try http add ons of either drunkenhive or theansweristhequestion. U can also try Googling up BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN and include dates of blogs and put this inside of the quotation symbols. Anyone that does not even give me one tiny benefit of the doubt that I am being attacked by the Queen Mayan named Julia White, is ignorant and or just plain cruel. This family or said much better, THAT-FAMILY has put me through 39 years of total inconceivable nightmarish hell. Someday, I will hire private detectives 2 go up 2 Aunt Ruth Huntington, or the late as she expired from that phony White-Flu-Shot in 1977, but up 2 the family area on the great island, and find some of my cousins that might B willing 2 talk and help me 2 get 2 the bottom of this nightmare that has plagued me now since around 1958. Computer hacking is bad, the mouse not wanting 2 respond 2 command, a very old and well used nineties hackers trick, done that day 2 me when Fred Windstein and I were at the nightmare death house of Somerdale, referenced 2 so often in older blogging texts. The telephone line as well as the electrical lines all went out and wild stuff appeared on the computer screens, terroristic threats, and then the system was wiped out. This was done by the branch of THAT FAMILY FROM 1970 of MCGUIRE and CALLIO families of the Atlantic City and Somers Point, NJUSAESMWG area. When I was molested in the home on Cornwell Avenue by their friend, Thomas J. Reale in 1970, in early July, I had nightmares where this entire family came 2 me in these powerful ‘dreams’ and identified themselves 2 me as simply, THAT-FAMILY, And all of this has been previously blogged over and over on numerous blogging websites, BRA. In one of the dreams, THAT FAMILY upon identifying themselves as this 2 me, cut out my lungs and magically turned them into bright red bloody washcloths and squeezed them, and made me cough as they squeezed and red blood was dripping all over the place, talk about what nightmares R really made of, BRA.
Ann King is going 2 drop the charges made against her violent daughter early Saturday morning when the police were here at the house and I was at my job. Her Probie, John Judy, at the Atlantic County, New Jersey, Justice Complex, said this is the only way she will not go back 2 jail. This was all discussed a few hours back today by telephone. Dawn has agreed 2 stop drinking. Of course she will not, Chicky and Dawn R alcoholics who refuse 2 ever admit being wrong about anything, never willing 2 attend the mandatory AA meetings, and even force and intimidate me 2 sign a fake name here and there on an official sheet that Dawn takes 2 her probie JJ on a regular basis, showing she attends these meetings when in fact it is a hoax. The landlord and FBI agent has 2 know all the things going on, and must have accepted a huge payoff bribe by TF-70, McCoy, so don’t make me laugh about telling clients that there is not enough $$$$ in the world 2 buy your way out of freaking jail, as I am not BUYING into that nonsense 4 one measly second. I know what I know, and that is 4 reale, not molester REALE!!!!
What none of U will believe until I can find the proofs necessary 2 bring 2 a legal court and magistrate system, is that a powerful other-worldly reality connects things here, and my anger about what I know regarding this is kindled 2 beyond thermonuclear, BRO. TF-70 is a blessed family, even though it may not seem always 2B the case, the powerful Astral Plane gods watch over this powerful family, and use those not chosen 2B blessed, as their slaves 4 as long as need B the case, as 4 instance, me, with Dawn King over the past 2 years, and especially the past 14 months. I can prey until my knees R exposed bare on every mother freaking pair of pants that I own, and it is meaningless. I was chosen 2 help this particular branch of THAT FAMILY, and I do not have a choice in the matter. This proves that LIES R IN THE BIBLE, AS IT SAYS WE ALL HAVE FREE WILL. Some may argue the point that we all have the freedom of will, but not the ability or power 2 resist and flee from certain predetermined disasters and horrific nightmares such as my particular present TF-70 situation. Still, I am bold and audacious enough 2 say that by tacking on the BIBLICAL PROMISE of ‘reap and sow’, and many other scriptures, my life thereby totally and absolutely verifies and proves on the face of things that there R definitely straight out rotten filthy lies in the bible, total FREAKING LIES, and that this is a huge gargantuan hyper time sized religious secret that indeed is fully known by our present Pope ’Hexnumer’. He is totally aware of this, and yes, DING, CRASH, symbols and cymbals at 160 decibels, Alexander Graham, and Y he came 2 the church behind the other home we all were in last year 2C the MARHOUSE 4 Himself, and all of this is right on the time and date Google stamped blogger dot com. It is forever a part of the record that proves the unfair sacrifice of me, 2 them, THAT STINKING FAMILY OF 1970, BLOODY SQUEEZED WASH CLOTHS AND ALL, BRO!!!!!!!!! This is truth and even Jehovah Herself knows that Mountainpen would not make this up nor dare 2 lie about HER, the All Mighty Goddess of this entire multiverse, SCYLLA, or SSJKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hope Pope, U found out whatever it was Sir that U were looking 4 last year, my brother. I am in the dark about many things, your Eminence, but what I know, sir, I KNOW, and will obviously take it this week 2 my freaking grave!!!!!! If the automated MOGOSP continues 2 copy me endlessly, I guess suicide is a waste of my time. Even Doctor Death Kevorkian cannot help someone eternally doomed in hell fire, and if this is not someone’s super idea of just what hell if it indeed is real, might B, then I’d really like 2B told just what the heck is, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Again, MOGOSP is an automation of a supercomputer mainframe, a powerful program that can do amazing things, and stands 4, MOTIVE-GOAL SOFTWARE PROGRAM. Laugh all U want, they would have laughed and or burned U 300 years ago or less if U told society about computers and internet and telephones through the air and half day trips around the world and men on the moon sand television and on and on. I know what I know, the heck with anyone that calls me wrong or a liar or a deluded cuke. Laugh all U want 2 about laser trace distance delay and World Lab, and all of it, laugh all the hell U wanna laugh, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know what I know and I know what I say.
Now I will B gone at the end of the week, mysteriously vanishing into the 4 winds forever, and there will B no more Mountainpen or Mark Mohr on the internet. So let me try and respond 2 a few little things asked of me, not that it will totally answer anyone but if I had more time, then things could B different. Let me start with the queries about the hexnumer that I Have received over the past months of this oh-nine year. Every 16 of anything is very major, and has 2 do with the mental realm, or the mind dimension or the sixth dimension, the name of this whatever non-place is meaningless. It sends signals of a sort far beyond human graspable terms down into the next lower dimensionality or the 5th dimensional hyperspace, and operates in a base 16. The proof is that non biological thinking machines function at their maximum when built 2 operate on the hexadecimal or base 16 binary, ask any geek or computer whiz. Still this filters down into biological thinking machines as well, like us, using our brains, the physical counterpart of the collective DS or 6th-D, or MIND. Anytime U start anywhere and give it a frame of reference, U can date back or forward all U want, B it in days, weeks, months, years, or whatever, and if U do it in 16ths, U will B totally amazed at what this truth will reveal 2U, BRA. The hexnumer is not magic, it merely is the reason that all of hyperspace operates as it does, including the up and down lining of thought itself inside of a larger closed infinity loop, the mind realm just below D-7, or LAWTRONICS. To those questioning the music connection in all of this, U may say that what I now say is lame and dumb, and that is your bizz entirely, but hay, it is what it is. Sugar is sweet, salt is strong and sharp, water is wet, land is dry, and gravity on stellar orbiting spheres pulls things from up 2 down. Every time in my entire life, that music in any way at all is connected into something, all hell strikes the shirt fans real fast and hard, and my pal the late David Charles Roth was in the exact same situation 4 unknown reasons, and remember he was a friend of one of the mighty Jackson’s, the least known, but still, a Jackson, Mizz Red-Even-Black-Even. Now moving on with this, the bolder I got over the summer of 2009, in telling things about THAT-FAMILY, MC’s own clan, distant as it may B, things progressed rapidly from wildfire 2 thermo-nuclear. I told simple truths here, and simple truths about Dave and his failed trip up 2 a Philadelphia music store. Just as he was about 2 purchase a drum set after many years of planning and saving 4 it, and then like magic, his Cadillac totally threw an engine rod and permanently died. No drums. Am I shocked? Duhh. In my case, every single time that I attempt 2 pursue the Peter Viteritti musically related thing, I am literally cosmically assaulted and mother trucking pummeled and hammered. Hay, believe whatever U want, and feel free 2 disagree. All I know is what was told 2 me long ago in a different lifetime, that through vivid dreaming I can recall with perfect clarity, Carl Castaneda and Don Wan Mattes. The hemlock drinking philosopher and I were sitting near the shoreline of the great Red Sea and his words 2 me during one of our talks when I lived in the Roman Empire as the Silversmith Demetrious, and I was telling him how Diana was the love of my life, and I had 2 keep this a secret or the empire would put me 2 death 4 daring 2 claim a GODDESS 4 his woman, and wished there was some way 2 spread a message 2 the entire stars of the sky how unfair it all is, and this is when he said 2 me while staring directly at me, “Demetrious, beware the tide that brings the music message, as this will always B heard the loudest, and remembered the longest”. If Plato himself was aware that messages R most powerful when delivered in song, then really JJ-Evans, Kid-DIE-NO-MITE, what CAN I SAY?????????????????????? Since my life is a nightmare message that I am indeed attempting 2 get out 2 the entire world, and I can write music on top of this, simply add up one and one and realize Y my being forbidden anywhere near music is equal 2 number freaking 2.
The very end of the 39th chapter of the book of JOB in the HOLY SCRIPTURES tells it so true. Sarah or LORDESS STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE does allow me 2 love this great Goddess, and has given her permission as well as her blessing. Only in this current century am I, in my soul existence so 2 speak, aware that SHE is the ELECTRON in our world of time and hyperspace. This is Y scripture says that SHE can indeed hit the MARK, or better translated 2 American 2009 lingo, B with me forever, as Rictafarius on the Astral Plane, and I am permitted this memory while consciously awake and living physically here in this time world as Mark Wayne Mohr.
Now 4 Julia Mayan White the great, AKA Paula King and some other names not all that smart 4 me 2 blog, and this will finish out today’s quick note 2 the world. She thought I had remembered what she did 2 me in 1968, when 18 years later in 1986, I wrote that egotistical song called, “Real Good Girl”, and sent it down 4 copyright in late July, 2 the United States Office of Copyrights, Library of the Congress, in Washington, DC. I had not remembered, but she could not take the chance. All she knew is that I had seemingly broken the HUNTINGTON CURSE. This would have intergalactic as well as transdimensional effects of a totally catastrophic nature, or so she believed, obviously, BRA. The war was on, winds and on, no peace, no Tolstoy’s, and no way out. “Try 2 get out of this one bub”. Try 2 escape, or hide, this was told 2 me 4B it had any meaning, B4 time caught up, B4 my conscious world illusion met up with the circumstances, BRO. The greatest fish in the bay was loose now, and had 2B re-caught and returned back 2 the Huntington Bay Lakehouse, B4 the universe might collapse, this is all the mighty Doctor White, Goddess of the MAYANS knew. Well, maybe she was right, but still does this give the cosmos the right and privilege 2 keep me down and in eternal hell fire? I do not agree with this, and will fight this 2 my dying breath, and 2 the last drop of my out flowing mother freaking blood, BRA!!!!!!
The blog was going 2 end here, but I am being trucking major computer hacked, and cannot get any uploaded blogs 2 any of my blogger sites. I have tried shutting down and restarting twice, no freaking dice. The Comcast Cable modem shows all the proper lights on and holding steady, better than many times when I look over at it and wonder if I am good 2 post or not. As I said, this Julia White character is behind all my woes and definitely now I have come 2 realize and know with a greater than normal knowing of simple facts like one plus one, that indeed she is behind all of my miseries, and is part of the controller that is behind this current planet and its woes and the games played by the Astral forces and realm gods and goddesses that inhabit the location-interaction there known as OLYMPIA-PROPER, in the Province Olympia. When I was writing the book, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER” in the year 1994, her name POPPED into my head as the character. Now with the fictional name of Jim Pratt, that was a simple changed name from the real dude who I did actually meet in the waking world computer school called “Professional Careers Institute”, at the One Cherry Hill Building of the famous Cherry Hill Mall, in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, Roddenberry Traveler, and no Nina, no Nina Soifer, and no money-man involved in the equation here. So add whipped cream and nuts on Sunday or any day and put that in the fireplace along with your soul, JW. This man was indeed named Jim, but his last name was the preemptor of the mighty famous LAW AND ORDER show that they trucked me out of this afternoon and put that sleazy scummy Brenda Closer on instead. Yes Jim Pratt was a fictional normal writer’s book name change, and the real character is named James T. Burr. His daddy does not run any starships either BRA. So Y did Julia White think I remembered my solo trip up 2 Babylon, Long Island in August of 1968 just because I wrote a song called “REAL GOOD GIRL”? Also, Y did she care? Y did she do all of this 2 me 2 begin with I’m sure that most readers R presuming and pondering over by now? The answer is as plain as the nose on our faces, but who can C the nose unless we R born cross eyed? She saw me winning using a system that she knew only Diana Arteemis knew about called Applied Parallel Event, with the casino game of Roulette, in Atlantic City. She saw me beating the HUNTINGTON CURSE that began with the death and crucifixion of our LORD/SAR Jesus Christ. Is there a whole lot more 2 all of this? Well, is the ocean large, wet, and salty, BRA?????? Later on I’ll tell U much more B4I disappear forever next weekend, as I cannot take any freaking more of her stinking bull shirt. And only she is really powerful enough 2 actually put a shirt on a bull.
I tried again and they keep giving me page-load-error screens that come up, and they will not let me legally have my say. U wait, right after their sick Dow Jones is closed and goes up 300 points today, then they will let me post, and the shmucking FBI could care totally less how my civil rights R being trampled on and buried in the diarrhea quicksand of hellfire and nightmares. Let me remind U all that when I moved into Jenny shore-witches trailer park on Halloween Day of 2000, she and I got along splendidly at the beginning of my stay and rental at this park. It was not until I showed her the hexnumer, name-number count percentage difference system, and other similar Gawkian Astral Technologies of numeration, that all hell literally broke loose. Yes there was indeed the granddaughter complaint incident that I mentioned from the summertime of oh-one, but that was healing up and getting better, until I told her adopted granddaughter Stacey Hamblin that my dad was a good friend of Albert Einstein and that they had many a great talk in the Princeton, New Jersey Park many years ago, so between that and also my telling Jenny about the hexnumer name-number percentage variation matches, which is sort of like a precursor or a more elementary concept of the GAWNUM. This is YI laugh 2 death at atheists and scoffers and all out here that just love 2 live inside of their unbelief in the otherworldly paranormal supernatural esoteric things that R indeed going on all around us all the time, just because UR2 “spiritually-DEAD” 2 observe this around U. Maybe a rephrase is needed here, let me really admit it and say, “LUCKY enough NOT 2C”.
Dawn gave me money 2 hold 4 her and insists that I did not give it all back 2 her when she was loaded stone drunk, ripping me off 4 twenty dollars after I was nice enough a week ago 2 spend 17 dollars buying her liquor on my visa debit card and told her it was a gift, 2 try and get her a little bit nicer and happier. This was perhaps a ridiculous move on my part, as if Satan ever came 2 Earth with a human birth, I freaking know just who the mother fletching shirt it is, and this is DAWN MARIE KING LAINES, and that’s the FREAKING GOSPEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Never again will I hold her money, as I simply cannot afford 2 get ripped off.
I HAVE TRIED AND TRIED AND TRIED AND CANNOT GET ONTO THE BROTHER DUCKING INTERNET 4 OVER 90 MINUTES. NOW THE DOW JONES STOCK MARKET IS CLOSED, AND IT IS 2 MINUTES PAST 4, HOW MUCH DO U WANNA FREAKING BET THIS NOW WILL B PERMITTED 2 POST FRIGGIN’ UP???????????
THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL, OR BETTER SAID, MC, RULES US ALL, AND THEY ALL ADMITTED 2 IT FROM 1,200 FEET UP IN THE SKY IN THE MIDDLE OF 2008!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT FUN REALLY IS IT YA STICK IN THE MOUTHS, WHEN IT IS TOTALLY 100% FIXED? I CANNOT C HOW THIS CAN REALLY ADD THE SPICE INGREDIENT OF {FUN} INTO YOUR ROTTEN FRIGGIN’ DISEASED GAMES.
Well I was wrong. It is 6 past 4 now, and someone has totally mother clucking hacked out my ability 2 post up a thing or get onto the internet. When Dawn wakes up, she will have 2 call the Comcast Cable Company and have a shmucking technician come over here sometime. We pay insurance 4 this trucking service, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have had this computer since early in May of 2008, and never has it been this badly and totally hacked up. Loud motor shirt panucking cycles R going by, they know they have me. Also, chemtrailing was nasty earlier when I took Ann King Silva out 2 buy some tobacco tubes. I cannot call Comcast, it is no longer my account and I do not live in my own place with my own account, and Dawn who was asleep earlier, is now discussing personal issues with Judge Raso, and there is nothing I can do. If I call, they will not help me. It is half trucking past 4 of the clock now, and I guess this is it, the end of my blogs or back 2 the mother bad-lucking library where all this shmucking hell began in the freaking first place, talk about mother trucking round robins at light speed hyper cubed, BRO.
Well I will use this down time 2 discuss my favorite subject since they wanna B super-cute. Julia White is behind all of this, and always was and will B. The hostilitygram that my MORIANS have heard me make mention of on numerous occasions is off the scale bad and has been 4 quite a while now, BRA!!!! This is when I started worrying, say around 2 or 3 weeks ago. Then it was merely a predictable procession of negative trucking events, the crashing of both Roger Carey’s system and the crashing of my father’s system 4 playing roulette, and then the residence hellishness. It bothered me for many years on a grand scale YI no longer could win money playing roulette when I was doing nothing differently than in 1986 when I made 9,200 dollars in my spare time, and was living on top of the world like a TF-70-KING, the gods forbid.
Just now I have come 2 learn that an account that I had in good standing 4 a long time at the Capital One Bank, has basically thrown me out with the trash. This is all 2 make the Dow Jones go up over 10 thousand and there is no way in hell now that it will not, most likely by tomorrow, but definitely by the week’s end. They reduced my credit line from 5 grand down 2 seven hundred dollars. I will send them the 300 that I owe them along with my cut up card, and close the account. I intend now 2 call Judge Raso and ask him 2 help me refinance a consolidation on my remaining bills so that the payment will B less, and more affordable. After all, if creditors R going 2 reward a loyal good paying person by cancelling out their credit, then I no longer care about my credit rating. It is shot anyway from a personal bankruptcy back around 2004, and again who do I have 2 totally thank 4 that but good old PAULA J-KING WHITE!!!!!! Can my brother trucking bunt tapping life get any worse? Comcast cannot help me, so I do not know when if ever, my computer will work again, so STUCK IT. I will just go back 2 using the shmucking library computer, DUCK MY YUCKING STICK YA SHORE, JULIA WHITE, AND ALL OF U EVIL SHIRTS FROM SOUTH AMERICA WHO R BEHIND MY TOTAL DEMISE!!!!!!!!! I told U how evil bankers R, but U did not believe me, Mister President, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well so much 4 Prudential Life Insurance, the dirty illegitimates trucked me real good BRO, so now I will take my passport and get the flock ducking heck out of here Saturday, as planned. Freak all of U MO-EW MILLIONTH-COUNCIL filthy enemies, BRA!!!!!!!!!!
Well it is now nearly eight of the clock at night. My life has been totally trucking wrecked by THAT-FAMILY of 1970. I have been super virus and worm hack jack LATTISAW attacked, and by which/witch Stacey, I wonder? This may B a very long blog, as I may not B able 2 post up 4 a week, as a friend of Ed Himacane’s is coming over then, if I am lucky, 2 look at it, and in the rock chucking mean time, I can only just continue attempting 2C what is wrong, and running all and any blocked programs no matter how lengthy the process with my whittle freaking one gig of memory, and so on and so forth. This is definitely the most bad-lucking horrific attack that I have ever gone through in my entire nearly shmucking 55 years of present lifetime human waking existence, BRA!!!!!!!! There will B revenge and retaliation, and when UC it on the news, just remember this mother-stucking blog. I tried again and it still is totally dead, I just simply cannot get past this page that says that my connection 2 the server is whatever and whatever and transfreakinglation, “it won’t work”. THIS IS A VIOLATION OF MY HUMNAN RIGHTS. THIS IS A VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL RIGHTS, ACLU. THIS IS A VIOLATION OF MY CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS. Where is my 7th grand pappy Samuel Huntington, signer of the Declaration Of Independence, when I need the freaking dude, BRA????????????????????????????????????
Well it now is 6 minutes B4 eleven on Monday evening, and a very nice lady from
Comcast Cable walked me through a million steps on the computer while speaking 2 me on the telephone. Nothing stopped this wild problem. She at first thought a virus got me, but at the end she diagnosed an overly secure defense system that has blocked internet access totally. She told me that I will have 2 call a local small mom and pop computer place, and that there is a real good one in Woodbury, New Jersey. They can repair it, and that it should only cost me 20-50 bucks. There is no way this just happened, and I still believe this 2B a huge hyper time gigantic Stacey Lattisaw JACK HACK ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Adding this insertion in now at 10:42 post meridian on Tuesday night the first night in September of 2009, it cost me 80 dollars, and when I first had it repaired at the shop, it still was no good and I had 2 return it again, and they kept it until Monday afternoon, an entire week without my freaking computer. I have a new found fear and respect 4 Scylla, and total hatred. Despite this shmuck-up today, the market was only up 3 and a half mother karuking points, I am sure the Phillies were totally crushed however, let me check the trucking sports channel now, BRO. Well they did not score a FULL-EVIL filthy empire at least, my Philadelphia Phillies won by a 6:2 score against the Heinz Gottwald Mets, HA-HA-HA. At least I managed 2 eek out a splitpire, short 4 a split empire. JULIA WHITE the mighty South American MAYAN started all this evil demonic shirt with me with the parallel event after I began breaking out of the demented HUNTINGTON CURSE, and sent down the song “REAL GOOD GIRL” 2 the United States Copyright Office, in July of 1986. Still, I know the song was heard by her as well as THAT-FAMILY, and from there she feared that I had REMEMBERED being hypnotized, and would begin wondering about whether or not I might have children running around after what she did 2 me on the island in 1968. Yeah I know the county is the Sarah Callio initials, I didn’t fall off of the Tennessee Avenue turnip truck last night Senator Fred T. Youngbrides!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I tried the computer internet again, and BRO, NO DICE. It will have 2B taken tomorrow 2 a trucking repair shop 2 get un-hacked. This is a pure family of pure disease. They have destroyed every possible and potential facet and parameter of my entire life. Y am I so important? Y? If my claims of who I am related 2 and this curse being real is not true and real beyond any doubt, then U tell me just what the clucking ducking hell fire is going on around me 24/7/365.2422. Jane Sleaze Louise Fonda almost got me, but HA-HA, it is 14 past eleven, screw U dip-weeds, big muscles and all. It is now 3 minutes past midfreakingnight on Tuesfreakingday, the 25th of miserable butt-hole August of screw plow hand and wine ADEG. I am the most brother-bad lucking miserable and picked on human being on the face of this ill and pathetically diseased messed up planet. Let me crash off 2 the Astral Plane where I really am anyway, and shut down this dumb dream here 4 a few hours by mortal waking perspective and reference, and get up and take my compuker tower into a repair shop and get 2 the mother-trucking bottom of this nightmare shirt, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First please allow me 2 quickly throw in this little insertion of major interest 2 some Morians and Blogaudians, hopefully, Senator, at all points in the illusions of Watergate!!!!!!!!!!
Ann King and her New Jersey family branch begins with many wild people on her fathers side of this family. The direct link 2 Paula King is through the Estrada line, and yes the chips R on the table, and these dudes R 2nd cousins, Cali Highway Patrol, the officer bike rider dude on the TV show, and not Cali/Callio of the Atlantic City Callio/Martino/McGuire clan. Paula King’s grandfather or the now late John King’s sweet ol’ super happy water-hose-man pappy is the character who married into the Estrada lines, off of Ann King’s father’s one of numerous brothers and uncles, it is all 2 lengthy 2 get into right now. The entire family goes back into Italy, Portugal, Spain, Mexico, and Guatemala, and even Brazil and nearby, but 2 further tell U how more than 800 people R wrapped up into this huge mess over 8 short generations is not necessary right now. When I do tell, it will B verified and proof checkable 2 anyone curious and interested enough in my nightmare story 2 indeed do so 2 their total satisfaction. Also, so will the plot 2 ruin my entire life since 1958, even though ol’ cuz Herby Huntington is in no way related, nor R any of my family related 2 TF-70 going all the way back (20 by 40), as after 800 years, most people we brush up against in a crowded city R indeed slightly and ever so distantly related, and that is basically as meaningless as kids playing in a sandbox down on 6th and Mellon Streets, but still, my point 4 ending this blog right now is the Estrada line off of Ann’s father’s lineage, is where Paula King’s grandfather and his clan R all linked up through a powerful marriage that really was not supposed 2 take place. U have no idea how forces lead and direct this humanity-game, and when something is meant 2 happen, and U get onto being part of it and try 2 get out of it, well, listen 2 the song. But beyond the song, I know first hand how powerful the fictional TRUEMAN STORY really is, and this ain’t freaking sicko Hollywood, BRA. THIS IS ALL REAL HONEST LIFE, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC, SCAN 4 WHOEVER DID THIS 2 ME AND TOTALLY WIPE OUT AND DESTROY THESE GARBAGE SUCKING FILTH BAGS AND ALL LOVED ONES. Go to G-7 open command, use all general and special orders, and max out your gain and all controls against your gain. Your desire key is switching from the J-normal neutral power position over to the I position. On an I to D, A/B tone, phasing punishment sequencing system, empower the crushed and obliterated image object on your freaking transpower block. The tones from the old style phone machine system R now equal 2 the post published successfully prompt on the website of blogger dot com on the internet. G-1133 under G-901, G-13, G-14, under CG-5555, CG-18 and STOP.------------END OF THIS BLOG:
MMLJ-chapter 25
“LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK MOHR, BLOG #25”
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This will B a short blog. Dawn thought she might B carted off 2 jail today, she was not of course, and I would have been in major trouble if she was, as she is helping me with my driving problems that her Guatemalan-MAYAN-WHITE hubby caused me by drinking and driving and causing a horrible accident over the past weekend. This is all 2 show me that THEY RULE, THEY CONTROL, and that no escape is possible 4 me, if I run right now, guess who would B the mother trucking fugitive? Old innocent me who never touches alcohol, I do not drink, smoke, take illegal drugs, date, vote, or participate in any membership organizations, I remain totally 2 myself, or used 2 until the final 1970 plan of THAT-FAMILY from 1970, 2 kidnap me, was fully executed and totally engineered right down 2 the final precision details. I must admit, Scylla, UR a genius, a lot more so than your hero in the blackboard worlds of days gone by.
Anyone out here who cannot C what has been done 2 me, is not a human being. Your heart is colder than any hotel ice machine that this Huntington Bay fish has ever encountered in all his swimming days and nights.
The blogs following this will concentrate on a more powerful reality now that was never intended 2B fully revealed in an enormous amount of elucidations. Now things have changed, that’s obvious even 2 the seriously mentally challenged amongst us, BRA. Judge Frank Raso wants nothing 2 do with me, he is in on this plot and Sky has put lots of loot into his pocket along with big Walt and the rest of the sleaze bag gang. This is also Y the mighty FBI-guy never showed up during the summer months as he was scheduled 2 do. THEY can’t have any of that, can they DIANA??????? He would not even have the courtesy 2 call me and respond 2 my messages. I simply wanted 2 have him help me do a consolation of debts. Dawn told me back at the house B4 this one that he is good at these matters. Now the curse of the cold flesh and Cherry hill lawyers has struck again. He does not do these sort of cases. How much do U wanna bet he does if your name is Jim Burr, Mister Karpf, ya faggot?
Dawn paid the tow yard and that at least kept my license from being taken away. As 4 my life, it is over and ruined beyond repair. It is totally lab rat controlled and I can do nothing but suffer in hell or keep attempting 2 take my life. I plan 2 thrtow myself in fromnt of the Hammonton trasin around 2 or 3 one morning when no one can possibly least expect it, and after I am freaking dead and gone and none of U have me 2 pick on anymore, it will B the end of your EVIL EMPIRE, ONCE AND 4 ALL, as without me, and as U know only 2 well, U all, R totally nothing. U would have no more ideas 4 your songs and movies and world. Bang, boom, it will B all over 4 me, and all over 4U, forevermore. Just try and stop my suicide this week, JUST FUCKING TRY YA SICK DISEASED CUNT EATING BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!
This ends the LIFE JOURNAL AND MORIANITY 1995 PROJECT MIXED TOGETHER THAT WAS 25 CHAPTERS IN TOTAL. I now will unofficially open up the next blogging work. The title starting with number one and moving forward as the ‘spirit’ leads me, will simply B called, EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND. This is where now, I am not pulling any of my punches, nor will I plan 2 bar any holds. All will B fair fighting tactics, just as with MO, or MILITUFORCE OTAMMITE filth bags. What I will get into here, will cover as always, what the present time is interacting itself through me and manifesting, as well as, how the truth about ES is behind this, not so much concentrating on the tool end of the weaponry of my enemies, such as the IAD and the PAWM-PIE, etcetera, but now, we will seek truth at its ultimate form, and wipe out the magicians trickery. Just as the Miss Lee Sorcerers of Merlin and his predecessors as well as his followers after him have done, all their slight of hand and maya and illusion and lies, R gonna get exposed nastily and without worry about personal reprisals in any way by me. This will b all out war, until I am literally removed from blogger sites, at which time, I will open up my own free website where I can post all of my blogging texts from start 2 present date, and get a webmaster 2 design it properly, and the way Eddie Himacane never could do because of his legal problems that he never honestly revealed nor properly explained 2 me. Everyone will B18 years plus, but if I wanna hire a gang of bathing suit bikini beauty queens, it is all neat and legal once 18 years minimum is added up on their photo ID driver license and it matches at least the present date at the time, BRO. It is called selling your product, I need 2 get out here, and not with silly pictures of ancient gods and goddesses. This is dead serious stuff and the world has a total right 2 know what’s going on and plaguing mankind once and 4 all by the one entity who really knows some of the hidden secrets since the so called beginning of freaking time. As 4 money, I am refusing 2 go along with the IAD used against my human conscience any longer regarding not taking casino money by playing a cheated method of applying the one long game principle of keeping track of all of your numbers and then taking the most current 300 of them and playing the hottest 3 or 4 or 5 of them at the next session and game at the casino. U want war with me dirt balls, get ready 4 the ouch crunch of your lives, UR about 2 really get some land BRA, 2 big fat acres, a giant kick in your balls.
This is war Julia Paula and all of U out here in TF-70-ville. This tears it, BRO.
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SUBTITLED: THIS 1995 MERGING ENDS HERE
WITH WALKING BONES:
3:22 PM
Tuesfreakingday, September scum, screw-K-slime
B--E--G--I--N--N--I--N--G------O--F------T--H--I--S------T--R--A--N--S--M………
This will B a short blog. Dawn thought she might B carted off 2 jail today, she was not of course, and I would have been in major trouble if she was, as she is helping me with my driving problems that her Guatemalan-MAYAN-WHITE hubby caused me by drinking and driving and causing a horrible accident over the past weekend. This is all 2 show me that THEY RULE, THEY CONTROL, and that no escape is possible 4 me, if I run right now, guess who would B the mother trucking fugitive? Old innocent me who never touches alcohol, I do not drink, smoke, take illegal drugs, date, vote, or participate in any membership organizations, I remain totally 2 myself, or used 2 until the final 1970 plan of THAT-FAMILY from 1970, 2 kidnap me, was fully executed and totally engineered right down 2 the final precision details. I must admit, Scylla, UR a genius, a lot more so than your hero in the blackboard worlds of days gone by.
Anyone out here who cannot C what has been done 2 me, is not a human being. Your heart is colder than any hotel ice machine that this Huntington Bay fish has ever encountered in all his swimming days and nights.
The blogs following this will concentrate on a more powerful reality now that was never intended 2B fully revealed in an enormous amount of elucidations. Now things have changed, that’s obvious even 2 the seriously mentally challenged amongst us, BRA. Judge Frank Raso wants nothing 2 do with me, he is in on this plot and Sky has put lots of loot into his pocket along with big Walt and the rest of the sleaze bag gang. This is also Y the mighty FBI-guy never showed up during the summer months as he was scheduled 2 do. THEY can’t have any of that, can they DIANA??????? He would not even have the courtesy 2 call me and respond 2 my messages. I simply wanted 2 have him help me do a consolation of debts. Dawn told me back at the house B4 this one that he is good at these matters. Now the curse of the cold flesh and Cherry hill lawyers has struck again. He does not do these sort of cases. How much do U wanna bet he does if your name is Jim Burr, Mister Karpf, ya faggot?
Dawn paid the tow yard and that at least kept my license from being taken away. As 4 my life, it is over and ruined beyond repair. It is totally lab rat controlled and I can do nothing but suffer in hell or keep attempting 2 take my life. I plan 2 thrtow myself in fromnt of the Hammonton trasin around 2 or 3 one morning when no one can possibly least expect it, and after I am freaking dead and gone and none of U have me 2 pick on anymore, it will B the end of your EVIL EMPIRE, ONCE AND 4 ALL, as without me, and as U know only 2 well, U all, R totally nothing. U would have no more ideas 4 your songs and movies and world. Bang, boom, it will B all over 4 me, and all over 4U, forevermore. Just try and stop my suicide this week, JUST FUCKING TRY YA SICK DISEASED CUNT EATING BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!
This ends the LIFE JOURNAL AND MORIANITY 1995 PROJECT MIXED TOGETHER THAT WAS 25 CHAPTERS IN TOTAL. I now will unofficially open up the next blogging work. The title starting with number one and moving forward as the ‘spirit’ leads me, will simply B called, EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND. This is where now, I am not pulling any of my punches, nor will I plan 2 bar any holds. All will B fair fighting tactics, just as with MO, or MILITUFORCE OTAMMITE filth bags. What I will get into here, will cover as always, what the present time is interacting itself through me and manifesting, as well as, how the truth about ES is behind this, not so much concentrating on the tool end of the weaponry of my enemies, such as the IAD and the PAWM-PIE, etcetera, but now, we will seek truth at its ultimate form, and wipe out the magicians trickery. Just as the Miss Lee Sorcerers of Merlin and his predecessors as well as his followers after him have done, all their slight of hand and maya and illusion and lies, R gonna get exposed nastily and without worry about personal reprisals in any way by me. This will b all out war, until I am literally removed from blogger sites, at which time, I will open up my own free website where I can post all of my blogging texts from start 2 present date, and get a webmaster 2 design it properly, and the way Eddie Himacane never could do because of his legal problems that he never honestly revealed nor properly explained 2 me. Everyone will B18 years plus, but if I wanna hire a gang of bathing suit bikini beauty queens, it is all neat and legal once 18 years minimum is added up on their photo ID driver license and it matches at least the present date at the time, BRO. It is called selling your product, I need 2 get out here, and not with silly pictures of ancient gods and goddesses. This is dead serious stuff and the world has a total right 2 know what’s going on and plaguing mankind once and 4 all by the one entity who really knows some of the hidden secrets since the so called beginning of freaking time. As 4 money, I am refusing 2 go along with the IAD used against my human conscience any longer regarding not taking casino money by playing a cheated method of applying the one long game principle of keeping track of all of your numbers and then taking the most current 300 of them and playing the hottest 3 or 4 or 5 of them at the next session and game at the casino. U want war with me dirt balls, get ready 4 the ouch crunch of your lives, UR about 2 really get some land BRA, 2 big fat acres, a giant kick in your balls.
This is war Julia Paula and all of U out here in TF-70-ville. This tears it, BRO.
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