Dear Lawd Gawd,
All praise and thanksgiving unto Thee! Thou art Almighty and such! Today, strong winds blew. As I drove with my parents, I mentioned that the winds are happy due to the “call to prayers” and I cited an example of how the winds would blow upon Mom entered her backyard garden. Truly, I testify that You are NOT asleep and that You are truly magnificent, a word that popped into my small mind around 1749.
Last night, Mom recounted her personal experience of how and why the Lawd Gawd “works in mysterious ways”. This was after she bawled for many minutes after Dad showed me the bump on his head after he finished up tidying up the kitchen. He demonstrated how he opened the refrigerator door, reached down to the bottom humidified drawers of his favorite apple that morning, and clipped his upper right forehead, just above his right eyebrow on the corner near the topmost shelf.
He showed me how our new furniture arrangement blocked the “right” refrigerator door from opening fully. I sympathized with him and immediately moved the offending blockage, which was due to Mom’s many stupid “wants” for having things her way around the house. So with one small/tall piece of wooden furniture moved, I tried to tell Mom that it was not Dad’s fault and that it was hers.
But she wouldn’t hear the both of us as she ranted with the stupid belief that she was warding off the evil spirit that may/might have possessed the old man to do OCD activities, such as RE-ARRANGING items that either Mom or I have already handled. She didn’t show or have any pity on the old man, who has already fallen four time during her watch. Dad claims he would faint during his growing years.
With that said, I shared and read aloud a recent blog article on “A Word From The Lord” to Mom. I shared that blog link on my Twitter account yesterday, I think. I discovered it that one morning and thought it was an appropriate “incident” to enlighten the frustrated blob. So you see folks, the Lawd Gawd does indeed work in mysterious way.
Later, Dad joined us in the living room and then slept on the sofa from 2100 to 0135 the following morning while Mom and I watch the new 10/11/2014 SNL show, which wasn’t really funny. Most of the recent sketches are not that great and we have not been watching. Plus, it’s too late in the night and past our bedtime to enjoy. Even I don’t understand the jokes and I’m supposed to be the “young generation”. Sheesh.
Oh, and back to more of how the Lawd Gawd works in mysterious ways. Yesterday, I received two letters from the government! That’s right! This network of EVIL has been set-forth upon me for ranting about TBTP and pals as per my recent blog entries a few days ago.
The first letter was from FTB. I agreed to the proposed assessment because I figured what’s the point of fighting a big system. Plus, the numbers were generated by the computers and they’re perfect. Also, I was wondering why it took so long for the FTB to notify me. I expected something from them around the time when I received a notice/letter from the IRS. So I paid the assessment dated 10/11/2014. Notice the double-digit number “eleven”. That’s really good timing. What are the chances?
Also, the same generic letter came for the DOJ/FBI. The first one was dated 07/14/14 and I blogged about my personal experience. The second one was dated 10/07/14. Now, I don’t know what is going on. But I know it’s all good. So when I read and hear about conspiracy, all I could do I roll my eyeballs up into my skull. There’s no bones about it.
Both letters did raise my “flight and fight” response. So while my pain sensors have been slightly numb, such as not screaming out in hellish pain when objects would drop on my LEFT BIG toe several times in the past, just this year alone, I did feel the “terror” when I saw the sender’s address on the face of the unopened letters. Unbelievable timing before the bloody, red-moon around 10/13/14!
Then as I settled down a bit that evening, I wasn’t too pleased. But I kept praying to the Lawd Gawd and asked for guidance and forgiveness. Anyway, that’s what I meant when I know stuff. Knowledge is a dangerous “tool”, especially when and if the recipient doesn’t know how to handle the influx of data. It’s similar the excitement of putting the jigsaw puzzle pieces together and then finding the relief and excitement at the end results, only it’s the government.
After shopping with my parents in Sears (two large shirts for $3.99 each and saved for David and he Yesa visits us May 2015) and in JC Pennys, where I got my new “rewards card” for Mom’s purchased of three Alfred Dunner slacks (brown, black, blue – all proportioned for short legs/length, sized 16), we ate our usual hotdogs at Wienerschintzel and had out favorite small dipped cones – vanilla, chocolate and cotton candy.
After we came home, we prayed our rosary of three chaplets and then took our usual mid-afternoon naps. I awoke around 1639. Then I decided to scan more papers in the hopes of emptying myself of all these years of accumulating material goods. I wanted to donate my old books but can’t! Some are new gifts from Das Squirrels and he’d get angry if I let them go. The donation would have included the sheet music, including Ate Ising’s three binders of church music.
I don’t know what went on in that woman’s head but she gave me church music instead of my requested Filipino sheet music for piano in Kundiman style. But it’s my fault for assuming that she of all former piano teacher would have – Tagalog music that she threw out! So I’m hoping and waiting that I could get my grubby hands on those precious song so I could play them for my parents before the pass on – another reason as mentioned in my recent blog entry as to why I want to clean-out this old house. I can’t handle it! It’s too much.
So at 1715, I discovered my old notes! OMG! I almost forgot about those. I have an emergency plastic carry on that contains important documents – two contractual agreements with live signatures from and by TPTB and pals, including some of my hand written notes; vehicle documents, high school certificates, and drawings by my family.
This one is dated 20011001. It was an incorrectly shipped package to a Kyle L dated 200109260. I took down the information from the shipping label, called the guy who answered promptly, and made him present his CDL and sign my small form before he picked-up the package containing computer/accessories the following day.
This one is dated 20110531. I wrote down the place and location of my contact’s meeting place up in Toronto, Ontario Canada. The room was 333. Notice the triple-digit number “three”. I didn’t know anything about numerology until years later. But for whatever reason, this note is included with my emergency file.
This one is dated 20010917-1835. I don’t know why I saved this note other than it had my contact’s name, phone number, and another date of 09/15/01. It was written in pencil by him on a blue note pad.
Now this one is a “big-deal”. It was time-stamped on 2153. I don’t know the date but I would estimate it to be around the time of his presence in Toronto, Ontario. I head the numbers over my OLD cellphone and I refuse to disclose the details in confidence until I die. But this piece of data is one of many nail on my humble coffin, meaning I didn’t have the heart to make a “big deal”. And so I’ve learned about the code of silence and gang stalking. Bah!
So I leave everything, my worldly possession to no-one, and will focus my intent on You. Thank you for showing me bits of pieces, hints, and clues along the way. You have made this journey quite confusion, a bit frustration, yes, and worth the many lessons in life, such as after 8/11/09 (notice another double-digit number of “eleven”) of installing our AT&T DVRs that I learned how to freaking PROGRAM a remote control a few days ago!
Yes, we are ALL slow learners. And even if it takes us many eons, generations, lifetimes to wake up, I think we are all on the correct path. “BAH-ALLAH-SHA” is a Filipino expression meaning – it’s up to him/her/it/they/you. I repeated those words repeatedly while washing the dishes from breakfast this morning. It really sounded like I was praising Allah, which is also the Lawd Gawd, including Buddah, Jehovah, Krishna, Brahma, and other pals, of course.
With lots of hisses,
Evil Kitty
P.S. Could you please let your angels, saints, and martyrs know that the “telepathic aliens” won’t stop their “connectivity” with my small mind? They’re giving me “foggy brain” and I don’t like it!
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