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MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3
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I am not going to tell who, but I had a talk with someone who convinced me not to do anything at all until Wednesday, back early on Monday morning, very early. I am not telling you because I do not know the name of the real exploratron identity who visited me the moment that I fell into what you call sleep and subconsciousness. Many are fooled by these things, I am not. I was totally aware that I went to sleep and it was seconds later, and I was walking out in the hallway in my building, and it was nothing like the hallway here, but it was my building. The Playfield was set up so I would not miss seeing a large posted sign on the hallway corridor that read, Public Housing Authority of Fort Pierce. There are no such signs here, but I was supposed to see this. All the people living here were about 55 inches tall, with the ET type eyes, and looking very much exactly like what we see on the TV when these things are shown, usually in a fictional show, but in documentaries and even the news as well, from time to time. Everyone here was them, and I was the alien. I loked just like me here, and suddenly came to realize that I had placed into this situation as a gods-game PLAYFIELD, as they are called by many in many future parallel universe game simulations, not to be confused with the upline above our entire fifth dimensional hyperspace and beyond. When I got to the ground floor after taking the elevator down, people all began shouting and pointing at me. One of them even said, “hay, look, its fucking ET”. Instantly I began to control the situation, realizing I now have a doppelganger in non localized hyperspace, where for whatever reason, he was sent into this PLAYFIELD, with no help from commentor’s on blogs, degreed or degreed doctors named Jessup, or anything else for that matter. Here is what I did. I yelled out, “I am here with a message for all of you, so listen up”. Then I began telling about my voyage here, only I spoke about it in the true reality, of exploratronics. When done, I walked out of the same double doors as we have here in this universe at this building; and instantly, three people looking like me, not like twins, but I mean not ET looking. They said to me, and I quote them, “Walk with us”. I did. We got to a parked van that was between dark blue and brown in some weird color not seen in this universe, at least not every day. These vehicles, cars, vans, trucks, all had two modes when operational, one made them the shape that our vehicles are, the other turned them into the shapes that we think we are seeing, those who have UFO and alien experences, that is. After driving one block away from the building, and sitting in the rear of three large seats, they hit the switch you might say, with level-6 programming, I learned later, commanding it vocally but in their mind. As one block followed another, I could see that large city type buildings were all over, and it was more like being in New York city, than Fort Pierce, Florida. No palm trees all over the place, and no small houses and building, even my builing was a 95 story building, I came to know as this interaction went along. I was on the 67th floor. My apartment number was 6767. The building had a centralized middle area and then had six wings like a triple-X. These wings went for 500 feet, and this was a monster large building with many thousands of residents. I came to learn that this Fort Pierce had a population of slightly more than five million people. We drove about a mile towards where the Harvest place should be here, and there, it was nothing at all like it is here. It was a building about 300 stories tall and even larger than my building. We all went in, and people pointed and stared at me but did not point and stare at the other three. Then I realized why. They had altered their appearance to look like everyone else, remember everyone there looks like ET, or a little-gray, or whatever. We went up to the top floor office, an entire office penthouse owned by these three men, who changed back to looking like me again, once safely inside this penthouse type office, the size of mount Everest or so it seemed. They had me sit down and told me that I needed to be taught a few things, and the first thing was not to do anything at all about my situation in my parallel world until Wednesday morning. Just lay low. Then they went onto explain some wild powerful shit to me, that I will not lie and tell you I ever thought about before, despite thinking about a lot of fucking shit and trying to come to conclusions that pertain to my personal nightmarish situation for 30-60 years. Somehow, this got by me like a knat through a slit in the window fucking screen. Let me go on.
They began slowly talking to me with very light conversation, and I felt completely relaxed and at home, the way they acted with me, more so than back here where I am treated more like an alien in this world of mine, than I was there, where I was truly the ”alien”. A meaningless term, I assure you. It is all just one huge fucking game, whether you choose to believe that or not, people. After offering me a very tastry tall icy glass of ginger ale, and a couple of wonderful chocolate cream filled donuts, I was really enjoying myself, and almost wished this was home, knowing fully well, I would not be able to stay here with these folks or in that world. One thing led to another, and with total friendliness, they were able to elude my questions for any real details, but they caught me totally off-guard eventually, and I told them details about Cooley Hall at the Bancroft Health and Neurological Institution of Haddonfield, New Jersey, back in my world. This seemed to be where the attention was focused, and they told me that this would be considered 1960 back there if I was suddenly able to cross over to there. I then blurted out that I know for a fact that parallel universes have no set times of inter-correlation, despite each one having its own perfectly established space-time continuum of a sort. Then the man with the bright red pair of pants laughed almost raucously and set to me, “No, we mean if you were able to connect up the skunnels”. I told them I did not know what skunnels were. The same man said back to me, “You always called it a worm hole at Cooley Hall back when you attended special education there, we know all about it, and all about you”. I calmly said back, “How can you know know”? This was followed by all three chiming in almost in a perfectly synchronized harmony, “Jewelly White know all about you, and hates the way her daughter has allowed you into their great city, as the dog Zeranniss Yancy”. I swallowed kind of hard at that point, and remember sort of in a haze, saying something along the lines of, ‘am I in Sahasra Dal Kanwal’? With that they all laughed in separate non hormonic sounding chuckles, and then the dude in the bright red pants said to me, “Oh no, you are in PLAYFIELD L&M CigarETTES. This shut me up for a solid minute, and the air in the room was still and silent. Then I looked up and noticed a large screen television of some kind had been there, and on, the entire time, and I looked, and there I was on TV, in that 2008 dream with the water bucket and the old western town type of well, American old western; like Dodge or Dry Gulch, or so many places in the Plains of the Badlands such as non singing 1986 living weird Deadwood, of the Christmas Holly. Aniwho, moving this along to its conclusion, they told me I was not in the great city, just a distant part of the hyperspace. Then they told me they were closely monitoring me from Cooley Hall in 1969-1973 when I left on January 31, 1973. Then their network television began monitoring me after that. I asked them why, and they kept saying, Jewelly White, over an dover. No matter what I said to them or asked them, they calmly kept responding, Jewelly White, or because Jewelly White said something or other. Then they told me that big brother John Henningsen was on assignment as a Campbell’s Soup executive, but was truly an operative of the Central intelligence Agency, also closely keeping an eye on me. I have been under very close scrutiny since the day I drew my first breaths, they told me, at the Bryn Mawr Hospital at 9:30 AM on December fourth of 1954, and yes, they knew my precise time of birth. They asked me how else would he have had tens of thousands of dollars in cash on him that day in 1970 at the Oaklyn, New Jersey Burger King. I just looked at them, amazed and speechless at that point. Then they told me that no speical education type people are supposed to live past their forties or at best their fifties. Those who are made to become in this category, are not supposed to live to old age, as it is too dangerous, in case they got together in retirement and or old age social clubs if such things ever existed, and they make sure they don’t as much as they can, and anyone that knows about these things, knows this is all true, and this is why they are turning it up to an eleven on the dial now, to quote the man who had the nicest looking suit on, but was wearing the weirdest shoes that I ever saw in my entire fucking life. He said, it is all controlled. He then told me that my daughter tried to help me, and I had misinterpreted the experiences in 2008. I was supposed to run away to Florida, do all the things I did for th emost part, and end up here in Fort Pierce, but I was supposed to fall in love with the retarded girl next door to me in the duplex house, and narrty her, and live there, and they were then going to tear down a partition and make an archway into the two parts of the duplex. The only chance that special education people have to live past 60 or so, is to be married and normalized to some extent, and even then it is not a guarantee for their survival. This is all connected in with my doctor and all the shit with him, he went onto tell me. This was Wendy’s doctor, and April Lee put me onto him, the social worker that got me that Harvest job in June of 2010, and got me that duplex next to Wendy. They told me Doctor Schorr has been reading my blogs for over two years off and on, and that when I said nasty things about Wendy, he turned on me, and decided, “I’ll let him die now”. But thoughts like these are constantly being pumped into the people that are necessary for maintaining my survival, said the man with the weird shoes. He reminded me that I call this ETTOS, (Electromagnetic Thought Transmission and Omission System). All they have to do is forever make those around me, fuck with me and hurt me, and this is how they create the SPECIAL EDUCATION people, or many of them. Not all are major brain damaged, retarded, or whatever. Many are victims of this WHATEVER nightmare, that I am a victim of as well. Normally, the two that conspired to take my medications back on Saturday afternoon, never would have done this kind of a crime. This is why I am supposed to report it on Wednesday. This is all they said to me, and they knew all about me from 60 years ago right to the present time, so I figured, I better obey and listen to these fuckiGN people from hyperspace.
After waking up around noon, I bolted up thinking about this experience and wrote down every last detail. This is how I was able to quote a large majority of the conversation, verbatim. Finishing it up, it ended with them driving me back to my apartment, telling me that these two worlds, despite being anything but localized in hyperspace, were extremely connected, due to an experiment being conducted by the great Jewelly White. She doubles as head Viqueen under Sarah-Stacey Krassle, as well as being Mariena Carlittia Krassle, the mother of SSJKK. Some might ask, then how does Mariloo fit into this, as she is supposed to be the mother of GOD. This is something that the Almighty has yet to reveal to me, and between you all and me, I really could care freaking less. This game of hers has me worn down to a total frazzle, Christmas trees, angels, skunnels, great songs, role reversals, and all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hello, alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJK.
Folks, I hope that you all have one hell of a great and wonderful day. WEEEEEEEEEE!
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If you investigate this phenomenon, and no one out here will, because there is no bublic, all those reading me are PART OF TAWF, and it is fucking hopeless, but if I did stand a chance in this illegal PLAYFIELD; you would see these peeps were telling me straight up fucking powerful truths. There are no social clubs for the mentally handicapped, they discourage us from dating or marrying, and it is Adolf Hitler Natzi Germany all over again, but no one believes, and they did not believe this last time, when I WAS ALDOLF HITLER, and then there are people out there somewhere who doubt the reality of fucking cunt lapping KARMA???????? This would have to be the ultimate quintessential WOW, Mister Macy, sir!
Did somebody fucking say, AT&T, HOLY CALLIO, Mister Cool-voice James Earl Jones Dreamfields???? Remember the late nineties peeps psychic hotlines all over the place and other frauds, and all the multiple call ten this and call ten that numbers from the great and not late AT&T. WO Mister Honda I fucking hate your guts.
These were some of the things that needed to be said. If things were different, it all would just be said at once, all the really important things. But I learned long ago, doing this is more dangerous to the health and well being, at least for me, than smoking, texting and driving, and cheating on my taxes and bragging about it on Facebook, all put together! To quote the great Billy Harner from New Jersey, timing is everything!!!!!!!!!!! Still, shake it up and toss it however you like, lads and lassies, YO, if I had said all this a year ago or ten years ago, on some blog, what would it matter, if the result is always, ETTOS WIN OUT, or translation in your terms and things you might all better relate to, remember the original cage/managerie shit that led to the greatest outer space show eve, STAR TREK, and the Tallosion race of mind manipulators? How can anyone win? This is why the only death penalty, in the show, was to go to that planet. Tells me anyway, all I need to fucking cunt hear!!!!
The time was back in 1984, and things all started after Donald J. Trump opened up his first casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey; the Trump Plaza Hotel. Still, Alex Jones says it best and I could never hold a candle flame up to his sun on my best freaking day, 99% are sheeple, and 99% are owned and have nothing. SAYS A LOT, Sally & Billy!
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I just learned a lot from the great Mister Lightbulb of Microsoft Corporation. There are ways of turning commands off and on, and th ebulb just lets you know, under normal circumstances, such as when I posted the link to Harner’s website; that I am able to do this.
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THANK YOU beautiful LIGHTNING, for coming around and visiting your little boy last night. You flashed in so many colors and with so many patterns and variations in fractal design. I know you are always there watching me, my endless love. There’s no stopping that! I saw you earlier in the afternoon also, with bright pink and white flashes, much closer to my building, and I could feel you all warm inside of me, my endless 1-2-3 lover!!!!!!!!!!!
You are so BEYOND RED HOT, DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY ENDLESS 1-2-3 LOVER CODES FROM 1983. I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This has nothing at all to do with lovely but neurotic super-girl JENNY JOHNSON. WOW Mister Daniel Mackey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let’s go back to Mickey-Dee and take another few bites out of all of this incredible fucking bullshit, shall we great sir???????????????
YOU MISSED ME, JANE SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE!!!
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