Below is an extraction from an old ‘DBX’ file of an email sent to a ‘friend’ on Sun, 13 Oct 2002 10:37:11 -0700 (PDT) about a dream:
P.S. I had dream of my cousins, their kids and i were shopping in a mall and they left me behind and i ended up wondering around… i was even wearing a light blue hooded, zippered cotton jogging jacket with light pink, knee-high cotton jogging pants…
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Below is an extraction from an old ‘DBX’ file of an email sent to a ‘friend’ on Sat, 26 Oct 2002 11:19:44 -0700 (PDT) about a dream:
I had two vivid dreams when i woke up this morning… 1) a ‘dave williams’ blue sign for mayor of milpitas, CA on white building to my left as i walked along road to view art festival items to my right… and 2) my walking around homeless wrapped in my brown blanket and visiting a public bathroom with shower, bathtub and a unlocked, top-half missing white door of bathroom…
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Below is an extraction from an old ‘DBX’ file of an email sent to a ‘friend’ on Fri, 25 Oct 2002 23:47:18 -0700 (PDT) about a dream:
oh yeah before i forget… i’ve dreamt of three lawyers working for me yesterday morning when i woke up… i was in front of them as they were sitting on ‘L-shaped’ sofa talking: (from left to right) a man with lots of small animals to my left, my parent in the corner (between the two guy lawyers) and another man with woman to his left… of course, before that
i was in an adjacent room screaming on the phone with one of the lawyers? because i couldn’t understand them…
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Ah yes! Here is yet another synchronous coding that personalizes my initials ‘pour moi’ – the blog title may well be a manifestation of my ‘anger’ towards those who dare reap the rewards of cash (or appreciated profiting) from ‘flipping the house’. A house is supposed to be a place of shelter, protecting the inhabitants within said dwelling against the elements of nature – wind, rain, wind, sun, wild animals, pesky insects, etc. – and not some inanimate object (or real estate property) meant to be bought and sold quickly after making home improvements.
A home is supposed to be sweet (like gardenia scented candles), warm (like a raging fireplace) and cozy (like a bear skin rug). Homes are where families are raised and nurtured with precious memories to be passed on to the next generation. This is how I envisioned real estate property. People buy into the real estate market and live happily ever after. The neighborhood is quaint and quiet and harbors good neighbors who are relatively nice and won’t mind loaning a few gardening tools or a cup of sugar once in awhile. The value of a home is as good as the value of the neighborhood and most importantly the value of loving and caring people.
Alas, I see lots of uncaring people who are in love with making cash from the equity of theirs home, which is really another loan on top of the original mortgage – both of which must be paid off one way or another. The media as usual has been presenting many foreclosures on homes due to (at times predatory) lending to risky borrowers. These same borrowers know damn well they cannot afford to put themselves into debt. And yet they want to live in a descent house with all the nice amenities of fine living. I don’t see the logic in how the poor could live in luxury and don’t understand why they would want to assume a lifetime of commitment that only the wealthy are in reality able to buy.
Buying a dream is one thing. But selling reality is another. The predators know damn well how to catch their preys. They send out their scouts to ‘find’ a player who gets sold into a scheme that appears ‘too good to be true’. Once the ‘asset’ has been acquired, the sucker is lead to believe that its business as usual. Of course greed appears to be the motivating factor behind any business-minded piglet (moi), whose original goal was the free will to share and but in turn fulfill the subconscious ego of appreciation. The ‘fallen’ have truly depreciated their value by not being true to themselves – ‘indulging in activities that don’t befit’ the person.
The risk of losing the house is up to the person. That is their choice or sometimes not — due to loss of job, mind or disability. The risk of filing for bankruptcy is also another way of saying that the borrower is simply unable to pay back the lender. And of course the lender would end up being ruined too. Their survival depends on the lifeline of their tentacles wrapped around investors and their capital, the borrowers and their payments and others sources of credit. Without the useless bottom feeders, the top heavy weights will all fall down.
That is how the world operates. A few won’t suffer but a majority will not escape the darkest of night. I think that’s why some brokers (whose job allows people go broke) jump out the windows when the stock market crashes. It gets that bad because there is no way to repay unpaid debt or fill in a deep hole six feet deep and so on. I don’t know how the economy could sustain itself towards a path of destruction. I see the ‘DOW’ is weakening. I don’t see how anyone could buy into (or gamble away) a ‘short’ market either and still recover the losses against inflationary pricing and the weakening dollar. It’s insane, really.
I see more people are waking up to truth that we the consumers are being gouged by high prices. Our local malls have lots of empty space for leasing; the roads have less traffic and more cyclists; and the grocery stores have lots of spoiled, leftover food, too. For example, one store nearby our home is more expensive than the other store (which requires more traveling time and waste of gas just to get there).
So, people who cannot afford to pay high prices won’t go shopping; thereby leaving businesses to close shop and workers to go jobless. I don’t know why the government won’t declare that the United States economy is in recession. I don’t know why I could just file for bankruptcy and be counted as among those who tried to live the American dream (or horrible nightmare). It’s a sad fate but there is always that light at the end of the tunnel or pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, right? Meh!
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Spiritual connection was severed quite well.
Tonight’s stupid hoe-down, ‘demon-seeds’ from hell.
Relatives and twosomes, ignored the whole time.
Noone said much but pass slanders, libel crime.
No ill-will, though stubborn through plain disregard.
Arrogant fools of destruction, on guard.
Dividing our family, laid bare for their own truth.
Backstabbing gossipers willing to loose tooth.
Today, I’ve noticed how certain people did not greet my parental units properly this evening. I noticed the plain disregard for those who harbor no ill-will to stubborn people who refuse to understand the truth that relatives are to be unified not divided. I’ve witness again how siblings have misb
Earlier today, I’ve read one of ZSL’s article via the EY website and I see that indeed the ‘demon-seeds’ from hell have worked themselves up into a frenzy over a misguided by dividing our family. I’ve noticed that the spiritual aspect is lacking whereby the most arrogant of fools continue their path towards destruction by discounting the truth laid bare for their own observations.
Instead of discussing the problems from past, present and future, the back stabbing gossipers continue the rampant rage du jour, notwithstanding that their own bad behavior has been one of pity by me and what I view as immature and ignorant.
Once again, I’m more offended by someone and her influence over other followers of this particular ‘black sheep’. She has no regard for the senior members of the clan and continues to spew her resentments in plain view of younger onlookers.
The vile blackness of her heart as with other with little or no faith in God is expressed by the plain disregard to those who harbor no ill-will.
Knife through our hearts, sound like they’re smart;
Blame their in-laws, misdeeds and flaws;
Throwing their darts, high heavens like fart.
Defend worldviews; smoke, gamble, booze;
Twist and turning; burn not learning;
Rant and raving; crave not saving.
B@$to$ B@t@ng@$ – the territorial kinds!
Continue on with your high-brow blinds!
You cannot suppress the ones with minds~
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I don’t know why I feel ‘off’ – not feeling the cold and clammy feet and hands but something weighing heavily within my chest after either receiving a phone call from Brat around 04:00pm about his signing paper works to get married in a church or reading the weblog entries by a dedicated blogger about scenarios of more ‘doom and gloom’.
It’s almost like a red flag but without the butterflies in the stomach as one of the ‘fight and flight’ response to stage fright or being married. I guess this could be a sympathetic experience. I don’t know.
This feeling I’m currently experiencing is similar to the one I’ve gotten during the ‘J@ck B!ll*’ of Florida incidence back in July 2006 to August 2006. I know what FEAR and TERROR feels like – its presence is quite heavy and reeks of rotten fish, including some sulfuric stench of aliens visiting my turf. I thought this event was too unreal, coming close to the frequency of death.
The taste of death, the fear of the unknown and the terror of helplessness turned my lips blue.
It’s like being caught in a lie within many more layers of lie. If I stay put, then I am assured a slow death anyway from starvation or from being wrapped up in a nice cocoon for the later feeding of me by evil doers (banksters). If I were to try and wiggle out for escape, I am most certainly assured a quick death as the fangs finds its mark into my fleshy system (wallet) and injects its venom into my very soul (patience).
Like the spider’s web, the control factor of obedience is very true, where telling the truth is almost next to impossible. Be quiet and complacent and you will live yet another day filled with hatred and lies by some entities who make any raw deal sound ‘too good to be true’, where hard working slaves wait for absolutely nothing but broken dreams and empty promises. Disobey and you die.
It’s that simple in a world where this alleged ‘network’ continues to practice a game of trust and confidence. Trust us and nothing could go wrong with you or your family. All the financial support and benefits will be yours for a good price – a security interest, say in the form of your souls (peace of mind). But out of free will, of course, our confidence is met when you will not squeal or tell a living soul about the production of lies thus far.
The failed banks are but an ongoing symptom of lies. I have personally summoned a ‘punishment’ to the fools (who created this fiat money in the first place), including those who willingly and knowingly participate in this (for example) mortgage scheme. The test was simple either: to serve each other selflessly, without interest or taxation for basic needs in life or to kill each other for more blood, bling or whatever bull that would make one serve this false ‘god’ of abundance, prosperity, or wealth or whatever label fits the bill.
To keep bleeding the hard working people from ever rising up from their perpetual state of poverty, like animals being brought to slaughter was never meant to go this far especially over the death of innocence, knowing that helping those in the most need has always been prevented one way or the other by authorities and governments, that being honest is not always the best policy for the sake of national security and that being nice will not ensure survival in a world where blood thirty, lizards lurk at every corner, nook and cranny and take away loved ones.
During a conversation with Maw prior to morning mass, I’ve learned that in order to keep the peace between two opposing forces (like a couple getting sick and tired of housing free loading, ungrateful relatives who were overstaying their welcome), the whistleblower (or the receiver of this message) is better off keeping the secret until the death bed. But from a different angle, if truth must be told, then it’s fair game too. Nothing could be lost except being a ‘good’ guy playing the ‘bad’ guy, who tells is like it is in this world.
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The weather was clear blue skies the whole day as I deep fried some chicken for lunch. Trees swayed to the warm afternoon breezes while ‘Maw’ pulled some very thin white hair afterwards. We showered and got ready for mass. We wore the warm colors from light brown to dark brown. And the clothes were made out of 100% polyester, which made feeling warm much hotter under the sun.
During the long-winded and very boring sermon by the soft-spoken priest, I mediated with my half-opened eyes. I’ve been feeling very tired today as well as the past few weeks around the time the California fires were raging. I’d find myself loosing my sleeping pattern — catching two hour naps during the daytime (morning and sometimes afternoon) to make up for retiring to bed past midnight due to blogging and the other foolish bane of my life.
Furthermore, my mind has been foggy and not quite alert. There have been several incidences where I couldn’t remember where I placed my keys (which were either in the pocket of my vest or pants) or where I should make a turn to our next designation in the Save Mart where upon our exit some blond haired, blue-eyed kid was seeking donation for ‘teenage addiction’, which I felt guilty not giving due to him ‘coughing earlier to get my attention, where upon I subtly flicked him off unfortunately.
Times like these have been trying as I battle my left sinus congestion with medicated nasal spray, which I bought today to replace my empty bottle and painful neck, which has been creaking and popping from turning to look either left or right. I do wonder if I need to change my lumpy pillows caused by repeated washing over the years. This is not to mention my other shoes, which also needs replacement. One is already falling apart inside and the bottom has worn off towards the back of the heel from the way I scrap my feet while walking.
Anyway, as I meditated during the sermon, I visualized sitting at the beach and taking both of his hand into mine; so I could examine the markings upon his palms. I clearly saw these markings in my minds’ eyes. Then I placed the flat of my palms against his and brought those towards the front within shoulder distance of each other at chest level. While both our hands were held vertically in this position, I heard the sound system of the church make some static noise. This was at 05:22PM after I grabbed the left forearm of ‘Maw’ in order to view the time on her Rolex watch.
I grinned knowingly as I recalled another similar event, which occurred during afternoon mass. On July 12, 2008 and at around 05:45PM, the sound system of the church made one loud zapping noise followed by a decrease in fizzling later on. This was after I mediated upon his concentric circles of mostly purple and pink. My gaze was focused at the right wall of the altar directly in front of me. I don’t know about co-incidence but this (like so many of my previous blogs have indicated) happens to be another synchronous event that cannot be explained by ‘moi’.
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For the longest time, I’m wondering why so many people want money, money and more money; yet once they obtain their material goods or whatever makes them happy, the goal continues onward towards something better (for the sake of ‘being’ different) until the accumulation of previous models becomes outdated and thus donated to a local charity or sold via various online money-making websites.
But once there is no money to support the glamorization of ‘having’ wealth and prosperity, people find other ways to achieve the results of removing themselves from ‘not having’ anything valuable. I have heard stories from some people who could get away with corruption. As long as someone with American dollars, for example, has cash on hand to give as a bribe, the recipient would let whatever transaction be done quickly and without hesitation. Trust me: This stuff still happens.
I know because there are some things that need to be done for the sake of unity, no matter how ‘bad’ the situation at hand may appear to those unwilling to play plastic (or fake) but ‘to be real’, open and honest. My assessment of the current world affairs happens to operate in this manner, where the ‘thugs’ would rough up a target to the point of any alleged murder and the actual victim may or may not be the by-stander, the good Samaritan, or an angel investor of all sorts.
In my brief online search for the Filipino definition for the word of ‘lagay‘ (which means bribe), I came across seventeen articles via [http://www.crvp.org/book/Sreeries03/III-7/contents.htm] on the ‘VALUES OF PHILIPPINE CULTURE AND EDUCATION’. I think I’ve gotten tired of reading too much ‘pseudoscience’ (i.e. paranormal) and decided to read more educational related materials.
One particular article discusses ‘the philosophical basis of Filipino values’. I don’t know when this article was published but it is an interesting read. Below is a brief excerpt via [http://www.crvp.org/book/Series03/III-7/chapter_vi.htm]:
UNDERSTANDING THE FILIPINO VALUE SYSTEM
VALUE PHILOSOPHY
A brief introduction to the philosophy of human values is necessary for an understanding of Filipino values and values education. A Filipino experiences family closeness and solidarity (pagpapahalaga sa pamilya), politeness (use of po or ho), hospitality (tuloy po kayo), gratitude (utang na loob) from “within”, that is, subjectively and emotionally, unlike a non-Filipino observer, social scientist, or psychologist who studies Filipino values objectively from “without” or “from a distance”. Such Filipino values as social acceptance, (pakikisama, amor propio, economic security, pagmamay-ari), and trust in God (paniniwala sa Diyos, bathala or Maykapal) find their philosophical basis in man’s dynamic openness toward nature and the world (e.g., the value of hanap-buhay ng magsasaka), one’s fellowmen (the values of paggalang, hiya, katarungan, pag-ibig), and God (the values of pananampalataya, pananalangin, kabanalan).
If I had the ability to write substantive and supportive articles to ‘enlighten’ people from different cultural identities such as the above article, I wouldn’t be blogging about my weird experiences with reptoids, greys, and other anomalies or about my emo-filled rants with ungrateful relatives that noone within my immediate family would care to understand. Anyway, the article is very descriptive of Filipinos and their perspectives in CHANGE.
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Friends from high places
Friends from low spaces
And everyone else in between
Who is on my side?
The ones that chide,?
Those with pride
Or having died
Not knowing love?
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