I finished viewing a forty-eight minute and fifty-four second video about this British guy and his conspiracy theory about powerful people who rule the world. Once again, there are many data to absorb in and filter out of this malleable mind of mine. I sat in front of my computer the whole time and felt his attempt is to gauge how people would react to weird accounts of his findings.
There were radio shows and bookstores that turned him down and people used to laugh and call him names. (This almost sounds like a song about a lone reindeer with a red nose). Some would go as far as to throw lemon (?) pie at him during a book signing. (This is similar to casting the first stone to a sinner who exercised free will). Groups would try to raise a ruckus by claiming he represented an extremist against the old farts way of thinking. (This reminds me of the young generation trying to cross-train their elders on how to work the VCR).
So according to him, some have inherited their DNA and the`reptilian brain`, which is mostly for survival purposes. According to someone I know, these tall and ancient green ones happen to drink American blood. (But I think he was joking). Anyway, I happen to eat hamburger, hot dogs, medium-rare steaks and ~diniguan~ (which is a Filipino dish made out of BLOOD and meat), by the way. Big deal!
I feel that everyone has evolved far enough to know better that each design or form serves a function whether be it the dark side or lighter side of the game. Today, my big brain formed its own impression that the dark lighters are given the responsibility of trying to stop anyone from falling too far into oblivion (or completely away from the Maker, if you will). The light workers, well, have the burden of trying to make us laugh the whole time.
Yes, in my opinion, the conspiracy theories are real. From the money changers to the advanced aliens to the invisible things that go bump in the dark. The easily frightened or faint of heart should be guided slowly because the world is already booked full for vacationers from afar. Those that have already been too far into the real `truth` need lots of help too. And the sad part is I want to help but I am limited due to being put on a nice list by TPTB without so much as an explanation. This makes me mad.
It`s a great brouhaha! Don` I have the right to laugh? (‘J@ck B!ll*’, I know you are reading wherever you are!) Folks, if anyone harms another by killing or scaring, it is because they are either paid to do their jobs very well or are afraid of the consequences of leaving the comfort of their playground – the place where children have fun but are known to hurt each other.
After all the hurt, they happily dry their tears and move on to more fun endeavors. Technically in this sense, there is no `death` but in a different form, like energy which vibrates at different rates. Who cares if my English does not make sense? It is difficult to think while my head and ears feel full even after the flying activities from last week have ceased. (No one would understand my cryptic messages!)
So your lesson for this eon: There is nothing to fear except to be near and hear that there is always the good cheer from a heart that is sincere. (Notice how I managed to rhyme with ease!) You parasites cannot drain or stop me now!
Ciao!
P.S. By the way, my underling at work has not pestered me for money the whole day. He got the message after I screamed at him, `WHAT DO YOU WANT?` He claimed he wanted to say, `Hi` and called me `Buddy` before I unleashed my temper upon him. `F^ck` him! I am not his buddy!
He better not expect me to finance his ego. What ticks me off is he doesn`t save to pay off his debt. He continues to spend on breakfasts instead of bringing a brown bag lunch and will spend to buy a new(!) suit for a stupid wedding on Saturday tomorrow instead of recycling old ones. I hate weddings! It is full of frou-frou. Yuch!
Furthermore, his uncle, `Ogle`, happens to be married to my auntie `Maldeath`, who disrespected my parents and me (from a now deleted blog around Mother`s Day of this year 2006). This further justifies why I really do not wish to help critters like him. He doesn`t know his `nice` auntie in-law happens to be mean-spirited like me.
P.S.S. You forensic psychiatrists need to further investigate the real predators, which harm children – like what happened to JBR. Gosh, you people make me sick!
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