Had a quick thought about the boys and saw them/their long hairs. They were going through food and their dismay that people, except only maybe a few, donated organic items. And then forgot about a lucid dream after seeing red burst within mind’s eye/a reaction within my right eardrum eliminated the “thought”. I had my head slightly turned right when this happened while lying in bed.
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I possess lots of evidence to support my “conspiracy theories”. The “challenge” therein is how to expose such “illusions” without, say, being crucified! That’s why the skeptics and debunkers will remain in the dark because they are of the “dark-siders”, meaning they prefer the “status quo” of living simply for the sake of living without controversy.
Whereas on a lighter note by “light-beings”, there is much work to be done to expose the “secrets”, meant to create fear/anxiety through “chaos”. And by that, I don’t mean to get anyone in trouble or short-circuit the more stubborn disbelievers. Yesterday night, I attempted to debunk that Boston Marathon and failed miserably to share an alternate motive as to why an event must have occurred.
Hiring a lawyer is too damn expensive. Taking my case to a federal judges is a waste of time; since they and the government only administrate popular ideas. Independent investigative journalists are quietly silenced. The citizens of America don’t care. In summary, each person is in some way all of these people combined. It takes hard work, sincere dedication, a little patience, and a big price to even scratch the “surface” of truth.
Of course, I truly want to believe that my “evidence” is there and that I can do everything to make [it] happen. But y’all don’t understand: the “experts” are contained in a global/worldwide “network” – layers upon layers, all interconnected and bound by trust and honor.
I will never forget his words: “You are the first one!” Of course, that’s my “secret”!
Related link/s of inspiration:
http://illuminutti.com/2014/04/11/conspiracy-theory-challenge/
Long ago, Das Squirrel expressed his concern to Mom: “Don’t you think it’s better if both you and Dad slept in the same room?” Again the answer is duality – yes and/or no, depending on your perspective.
By tradition and/or superstition, parents are supposed the share the same bed. Kids aren’t allowed to “get in between the other halves”: Their place is secondary.
Anyway, such concept is yet/another box. “It all in your head!” said Mom. “Self-help” gurus, err, authors would say: “It’s within you/r heart/self.” Both are valid.
Take your home. It’s a BIG box filled with in/animate objects. There are smaller sub-boxes known as rooms – living, sitting, dining, breakfast, pool, family, bed, den, hobby, bath, laundry, utility, kitchen, mud, garage, whatever…
In summary, your body/spirit/soul – each is also a box within a box. Take it wherever it’s happy and comfortable, without the baggage (a box) of emotions, traditions, superstitions, cultural, religion, laws, regulations, rules, policies, morality, whatever…
Likewise it’s okay if Mom sleeps upstairs to have her own space, to give Dad his own man-cave/master bedroom downstairs to himself, and most importantly to keep me company next door; since I freaked out/got lonely after Das Squirrel left home.
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Stalker cat – It’s watching “every move I make, every breath I take”…
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Old thoughts per old blogs about cattle rancher/ings, eminent domain, public lands, and illegal immigration. Within the language/concept is public, meaning free-for-all, and “aliens”, meaning out-of-this-world. So maybe the “aliens” in league/bed with the “feds” (of the government, courtesy of taxpayer’s monies) roughing the humanz owning federal lands for hundreds of years, want to lay claim/stake and “develop” the public spaces for solar energy/underground facilities/whatever. Ending weird thoughts…
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So my temp job from hell is fun because there are various projects which keep me from being bored.
Today, like yesterday, I matched/stapled packing lists behind purchase orders. I also entered purchaser order receipts. Then I dumped the finished pile for Kaitlin, the eighteen year old daughter of the owner.
Next, I learned how to bring up customer accounts for making collection calls next Monday. This is my chance to brush up on my poor communication/bad Ingrish.
Then I met the other sixteen year old daughter who wore a St. M sweater, meaning St. Mary, a Catholic school maybe.
Then I learned how to scan work orders in color and emailed the copies to Sabrina.
Now I’m checking the Invoice Payables against the vendor’s Statement and penning in the correct amount paid on the statement for Cynthia to research.
I like Paulina. During mid-morning break, she introduced me to Storm, a purebred German setter dog and Fair, the little cream Chihuahua.
This place rocks.
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Pawsome! God’s powerful “Water-Pik” of a big wave and no more eyeball problem!
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After having read a blog of Africa, a strange land, and while leaning to my left, contemplating my next move, I removed my left hand propping up my board jaw. The single yet subtle nerve pinch, not striking or painful, but a rather soft internal nudge leading up to the contraction of my eardrums in response reminded me it’s time for bed. And so it is… I bid y’all pleasant dream. I’m hungry again! My tummy is growing! Need nom-noms/food or simply water.
Off-topic thought: First, I think his relationship with another man is NOT illegal or a reason for banishment. I thought the “ancient Egyptians” would have been more “compassionate” since they built all those enormous architectural wonders, such as the Great Pyramids of Giza. Second, I think yelling negative things at him or wanting him arrested/killed is NOT nice. Third, he can take his throne back if he behaves nicer. Third, maybe the Cain family could move to USA (maybe Hawaii or Utah) and surprisingly I “thought” of Switzerland as a second choice before reading your last paragraph!
So I’ve got this wee-little flying bug almost going into my nose/mouth, over my face/head. I had to bat it away slowly/carefully with my right hand by gently blowing air out of my mouth so it doesn’t get sucked accidentally into my orifices.
I was having an inner dialogue (with myself and, of course,) with Shaytan. In my thoughts, I was saying: “I’ll do anything if you stop the noise!” The word noise is generally used to describe distractions, troubles, anxiety, whatever that stop me from seeking the Truth, a straight path to God, whatever. (Or really it means that the auditory function is in high gear for those who know what I mean.)
Anyway, in my old thoughts, which I hope to resurrect each one gradually and record into this blog, God and Shaytan, for example, are brothers! So like the comedic movie “Trading Places”, this is how the twosome have been operating/wreaking havoc on this hellish planet – they waged a big bet on the humanz and I don’t know who won the bet!
In my imagination, I rebuked both of them! Each time and many times I have conflicting thoughts of any kind due to the duality of this natural cause, I send both sides to their “time-out” zone – one on my right and one on my left – until I loose concentration and then they resume whatever heck they do best.
Yeah, so there were many unrecorded thoughts/events that I missed. This particular blog is one of those “times”.
This morning an orgone hit the bone of my right eye and just enough of eyeball to trigger a bright silver flash. The sunburst was stuck to the cotton sheets. I guess my body heat melted the resin exterior of this device. And when I adjusted my tight pajamas, searched for my two baby pillows to put over both ears, and pulled the blanket/whatever over me, that’s when the sucker attacked me! I thought to myself, thanks for “the perfect karmic [alarmclock]”! And it was too early to get out of bed, too!
I’d like to ignore everyone and everything from the global warming scam to the Boston Marathon false-flag, which Da Squirrel defends has happened per Google and per his twit “friend,” who finished the run ten minutes AFTER that event. In my mind, she wasn’t even “that close” to giving me “proof” via photos/videos for bloody gore. So it’s her word against mine. This is one of many instances, albeit, “distractions” from pursuing the Truth with my discerning bullcrap meter/small mind. TPTB and pals continue to throw weird things/entities into my path to God and totally confuses my family and him with my poor communication/English usage.
For example, yesterday I wanted to try coming home to a 30-minute lunch from work. It took ten minutes one way/any way! When my flow of traffic was green for go, I saw Loca Lolita waiting for the stop signal light with other cars at the railroad intersection to turn left. As soon as I pulled up into our right driveway, the nutter returned home! This goes to show that she is stalking me! But no one, not even the police, the lawyers, whoever, believes a normal person like me. I don’t know why “they” let nutters like her waste her time/gas/money/energy in my hood!
Now, today there has been lots of activity coming from the next door neighbor (as per our handy-dandy ADT video surveillance system, or simply camera). Whatever is bother her, she needs to “go away”. But how? Hmm. Maybe, the Lawd Gawd is still testing my resolve via TPTB and pals through my family, most especially Mom who got emotionally-involved with the stress of the nutter and the boy’s lack of understanding the whole “grand scheme of things” – the unknown without need of “proof”, like God, which he doesn’t believe because he doesn’t like attending church.
Come to think of it, I think Loca Lolita is a better person than the boy, who disowned his OLD family/RCC upbringing. Because she has been attending church, a last resort and a place of refuse. I will pray for her protection against Shaytan. You damn old fool won’t take her down so easily and NOT under my watch! How dare you!
At 1221 am, I saw a single orb-like, pin-prick light shine on the left side of my computer monitor and faded away within one second. And a few seconds ago, a single sound, not a tap or rap sound from others upon a simple wall that I’ve been describing all along in my old blogs, but a distant sound that echos and fade, from outside/upon the window, occurred.
I guess my prayers or intentions are NOT strong/sincere enough to rid the poor neighbor of her “cross” she must bear. Until she repents, go home to the Philippines and apologize to her military ex-boyfriend/his family, and all the other women she falsely accused in America, I can do nothing more. Or is there still hope? Hmm…