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Month: January 2011

  • Masonic Umbrella

    During this morning’s mass, there was a pink colored umbrella inside the “right” holder for the missals. The umbrella was a Dora cartoon character (from Nickelodeon) as the tip of the umbrella holder. It appears to be harmless item for children. But it was intentionally left there for the three of us to see. In other words, TPTB knows where we sit, by the way.

    Dora Umbrella
    Pink Dora Umbrella

    In the photo, she is shown pointing upward with her left index finger. That’s a Masonic hand gesture for “perseverance”. The Masonic umbrella symbolizes “protection”. However, I do not know why they chose pink over the purple color. Could it be because I changed the background color to my avatar in one of the OPEN forum discussion board on conspiracy? You bet!

  • 20110131-Happy Blogging

    How’s your Post a Day/Post a Week progress coming along?

    So tell us, what are your thoughts so far? Are you enjoying the challenge? What have you accomplished this month? What strategies and techniques are working best for you?

    Actually, the topics are normal and easy enough to answer. But I find that I’m burning myself out just trying to blog each and everyday while putting out my normal blogs. It’s extra work and each entry is no longer lengthy drivel but shorter thoughts.

    My writing skills are still limited to the first person and that’s what blogging is all about. But there has to be a way to remove myself from blogging and use other sentence structures to get my ideas and opinions across.

    I guess I’m ready to retire from blogging. My blog stats are drastically down after renaming my username to “thebloggingpath” and perhaps the readers don’t know where I am. I wonder if there is a “free redirect” while in private mode for the old username.

  • How’s your Post a Day/Post a Week progress coming along?

    How’s your Post a Day/Post a Week progress coming along?

    So tell us, what are your thoughts so far? Are you enjoying the challenge? What have you accomplished this month? What strategies and techniques are working best for you?

    Actually, the topics are normal and easy enough to answer. But I find that I’m burning myself out just trying to blog each and everyday while putting out my normal blogs. It’s extra work and each entry is no longer lengthy drivel but shorter thoughts.

    My writing skills are still limited to the first person and that’s what blogging is all about. But there has to be a way to remove myself from blogging and use other sentence structures to get my ideas and opinions across.

    I guess I’m ready to retire from blogging. My blog stats are drastically down after renaming my username to “thebloggingpath” and perhaps the readers don’t know where I am. I wonder if there is a “free redirect” while in private mode for the old username.

  • 20110131-More Spooks

    So Tess just complimented JenJen but my hearing is bad so it’s none of my business. The point is the BPs are pretty much ignoring the OVERQUALIFIED Hoan and me and giving JenJen all the attention and opportunity to prove her worth as a drone.

    Hoan complained to me last Friday that “Coach John” has not been speaking with him. Gee? I wonder why. Could it be because he is an annoying but highly informative pusshead? Yup!

    Should I be jealous? Nah! For the low pay and LESS stress, I’m happy not to be bugged by the likes of more intelligent, master degree holders! The last meeting we attended showed spreadsheets and numbers that went way over my head. I didn’t understand what the BPs saw.

    Bahaha! I cannot wait for the ax so I could collect unemployment. Seriously, I should thank the Lord and pals for this job opportunity. But it’s getting me nowhere and my creative flair and sanity is held in check by blogging. Thanks, God! Dammit!

  • 20110131-More Spooks

    At around 10:50am, I went out to walk during my mid-morning break. But en route to my car, a spook from a white van came out upon my arrival. He had his cellphone on at that time. He then went to the car parked to the right of mine and inquired it the gray van was my car. I shook my head in the negative.

    While I put on my sneakers and went to walk thereafter, I noticed that the passenger side door was open. Maybe the owner came out already and opened that door for the Mexicano, who was wearing a red shirt and a beard. But I didn’t see or hear the owner come over.

    Or perhaps, that’s his car, a decoy, and he wanted to advertise the company of auto glass repair. When I came back from my 15-20 minutes walk, he was vacuuming just the passenger side. Gee! I wonder if he’ll vacuum the driver’s side!

    I call bullsh^t on all of you. Instead of the camera pointed down my parked area, it was pointed to where a construction crew was working on the fields off the back parking lot. The smell of diesel went up my nose as I rounded the corner in a counterclockwise direction.

  • 20110131-Daily Writing

    Day 31: Epilogue: Write a letter to yourself.

    Nah! Please read my old epilogue (a poem) and for those interested here is my prologue (a poem), too.

    Reference: http://danacreative.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-writing-challenge.html

  • Day 31: Epilogue: Write a letter to yourself.

    Day 31: Epilogue: Write a letter to yourself.

    Nah! Please read my old epilogue (a poem) and for those interested here is my prologue (a poem), too.

  • 20110131-Daily Post

    Topic 32: Are you an optimist, a pessimist, or something else?

    I’m both an optimist and a pessimist. When I’m feeling good and everything goes my way or at least the day goes by smoothly, I’m optimistic. The birds would sing, the weather is beautiful and people are nice.

    When I’m feeling bad and everything imaginable goes horribly wrong, I’m pessimistic. The storm brews overhead and death prevails all over the lands. The smell of bad breath and the likes of bad attitudes surround me.

    So either way, the ups and downs on this roller coast called life makes one go from positive to negative and back again. There shouldn’t be a generalization of a person’s trait based on the ever dynamic moods. I’m just happy being moi.

  • 20110131-Dream Journal

    At around 6:50am, I awoke to the voice of Maw and opened the blinds to a view of pink-colored sylph clouds stationed in a east-north direction.

    This dream had people in it. The guy came in from my right field of vision and we found ourselves seated on the floor with a bunch of people and two women seated in front of us but somewhere off to the right. He was seated to my right. I believe there was something, a photograph album, in front of me.

    I had an object in my hand and wanted to hand it to the older lady, who was somewhere to my two o’oclock position. But she didn’t see it and I said aloud to her in French:

    “Madam! Pour vous!”

    She turned and took the object from me and then started us a conversation with the guy, who responded that he understood her in French. I didn’t understand as she switched between English and French. I heard:

    “En regard.”

    I turned my head towards him and saw bits of his blond hair sticking out from his eyebrows and such. He was leaning on his left side but I didn’t feel his head on my right shoulder. I placed my head on his in affirmation.

    Then he got up and went off to the parking lot to my right field of vision. There was an obvious overhang of the building over my head. I jumped up and down in excitment as I saw two of the oldest boys come running to meet me. I was wearing my best jeans at that moment.

    The tallest one was the first to hug and sobbed into my right shoulder. Of course, we kissed as I held him tight and had my right hand placed in between his shoulder blades to boost comfort his heart chakra.

    The oldest one turned into one of two old religious guys with very white hair. The garb they wore was white with some nice, perhaps, colorful scroll designs in front. They were to my left while I was still hugging and walking with tallest one to my right. The first guy was somewhere off to my right. I could not “see” him but “sensed” his presence in front.

    Sometime later, I met the littlest one. He was a skinny toddler but his size was that of an infant. I held him in my arms, felt his head rest on my right shoulder and asked him:

    “Do you want to walk or shall I continue to hold you?”

    He replied:

    “You can carry me.”

    I cradled him in my left arm as we walked further in what seems like a brightly-lit place. The “ceiling” felt like underground because I couldn’t see the skies.

    We came across a dark object to my right field of vision. I exclaimed: “It’s a Gatlin gun!” Someone said it’s a casing to hold someone’s device, which in my mind’s eyes seemed to shimmer its own light. He looked behind him and I looked to my left field of vision to see if the guy would come out and place his device inside this gun. It appeared hollow and more like a machine gun but longer.

    Past the gun, I saw the little one seated in front of a table. He no longer looked like an infant but his current age. The table had a small watery chamber, the size of a palm and square in shape. An attendant had cut the tip of his right thumb about a 1/4 of an inch to draw blood. Two slices were made and a rough piece was “off-centered”. A few drops of blood fell into the water. The boy was happy and it didn’t bother him during this procedure.

    Then others came in to wash their hands to “offer” bits of their DNA into the water. And out of the water rose and strange “ein horn”. The tip was red in color and the texture appeared to be the roughness of a crab’s arm/leg.

    In another dream, all (if not some) of us were riding into a tube while appeared to be blue in color and there were circle-shaped of the tube. The lighting of the tube darkened as we passed through at a fast rate. The boys and the guy were with me.

    In another dream, I saw a brunette, white lady retriving what appeared to be “contact lenses” from her right and placed it into a container full of liquid. She accidentally dropped the “negative” lenses on the lower right hand corner place for the “positive lenses”, removed that with her tweezers while ranting and shook it dry into the upper left hand corner place for the “negative lenses”.

    In another dream, I was speaking with someone. I was familiar with the “south campus” and not the “north campus” where students attended classes. I saw a timeline with regards to the 2012 event. The blacked out portion started in November, say, around the seventh. And for awhile, there was white. Then for six days into December, there was again the blacked out portion starting, around the 25th. But I felt it was sooner, say, around the 21st.

    I sensed the people were trapped underground. And the “immortals” wanted to “die”. I saw their wrinkles under smooth skins. So the dream about their DNA and the device was their attempt to be released from their homes.

  • 20110130-Daily Writing

    Day 30: Someone in your family that means so much to you.

    Does it have to be one person? How about pets? Do they count, too? Because more than person and many pets mean a lot to me. There is really no particular person in my family that I’d give credit to solely based on merit, deed, accomplishment, etc. Everyone that had played a role in my life mean so much to me. They are loved even they choose a path of selfishness and insecurity.

    Reference: http://danacreative.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-writing-challenge.html

  • Day 30: Someone in your family that means so much to you.

    Day 30: Someone in your family that means so much to you.

    Does it have to be one person? How about pets? Do they count, too? Because more than person and many pets mean a lot to me. There is really no particular person in my family that I’d give credit to solely based on merit, deed, accomplishment, etc. Everyone that had played a role in my life mean so much to me. They are loved even they choose a path of selfishness and insecurity.

  • 20110130-Daily Post

    Topic 31b: If you had your own reality show, what would it be called? What would it be about? Who would the main characters be?

    Welcome to the Flynn’s “What To Think!” Two contestants are here to show the audience “what to think” on any given topic. Topics ranging from conspiracy to the paranormal to world government and leaders. That’s right! It’s the audience who will ask the questions and the contestants get to answers these questions as the timer runs out. Each contestant is give five seconds to respond to the topic in three words or less. That’s right! It’s a three word game! The average of the score is counted based on the number of closely matching answers and tallied at the end of each round. There will be five rounds. The winner will take home a grand total of $10,000. Runner-up are giving a consolation prize — a free ticket home and a board game feature Flynn, your host. Bahahaha!