Last night during prime time, Mom was sleeping for about one hour until 2135. I was working on my laptop and found myself drifting into asleep and then being jolted awake several times.
This was because we awoke early for yesterday’s 0630 a.m. surgery, which turned Mom away per anesthesiologist opinion due to get medical condition. We were making up our lost hours of sleep.
Anyway, in one of my lucidity between drifting off to sleep and being jolted awake, I definitely felt parasitic attachments going unto my body.
In one instance, I felt an entity come forth from somewhere off my left side and attached itself over the left side of my nose.
While still my relaxed state, I had my eyes opened and slowly yet immediately reach for the offending attachment my left index finger and left thumb.
I used my “alternate” grip and peeled the attachment from top to bottom. As I slowly peeled off the offense, I felt a definite embodiment come off from between my vice grip and the facial skin, where the eyeglass pad would sit, along the left side of my nose.
I didn’t feel the entity within the fingernails of my tweezer-like grip. After I peeled the invisible critter, I regarded it by holding it up in the air at eye level to my left side.
I picked up an imagery of my old parakeets. During this time, I’d mentally told that it’s free to go but don’t come back. I don’t recall if I told it to return to its Source.
Then I released it by simply opening up my fingers. Then I went back to watching Mom napping, the television talking, and my laptop crashing.
I love my Neat Receipt application software Version 5.5. But it’s having trouble importing large files, .pdf, images, etc.
My scanning and archiving project is not yet completed because I still have to go through my Dad’s cabinet drawers of his desk.
Last night, I’ve cleaned out the papers for the top drawersof his wooden desk furniture. All this is in preparation for the demise of my two elderly parents.
Earlier this morning and while putting Mom’s socks on her swollen feet and like her feeling for these past few months, she told me that her health is failing and that she’s going to die.
Dad too is going downhill. For example, as I came downstairs with Mom’s plastic container of medicines, Dad came out of darkened bedroom.
I noticed that he didn’t open the wooden shades and blinds! We already instructed that old man to keep the blinds closed until it was bright enough outdoors. I told him over breakfast to open the blinds, not after sunrise, but after twilight.
That’s how clueless this old man had been throughout his life and I see the burden that the Twit Wifey is doing to Das Squirrel. I went upstairs to report this incident to Mom, who was just putting on the cuff for taking her high blood pressure.
As usual, she would remind me to “just do it”. I went downstairs, opened the blinds, and started to get slightly pissed off at Dad, who was in his zombie state of mind.
His bloodline tends to blame others for their failures, like Obama does with his constituents. Dad said he won’t touch the blinds anymore. He’s not that helpful either.
This response is similar to what his late mother told us long ago, that she won’t do anymore traditional blessings of “Amen” to our foreheads. This is what is known as passive-aggressiveness.
Their technique is to irritated the other party and then blame them and then let them do it themselves. That’s how unconcerned and uncaring these hateful/angry entities operate.
And so Mom rebuked his evil spirit by reminding him the difficulty of caring for the elderly. Dad has been slowing his “true colors” of violence more recently. This is what his family labeled their late mother as going “ballistic”.
And as karma would have its way, he and all his siblings has demonstrated violent tendencies, but watered-down as nastiness via retaliation whatever they don’t get their way or when their crap is not heard.
So this is my assignment while on this hellish planet until they pass on into another dimension and then this old house will be gone because I can’t find or keep a full-time job that would pay me nearly enough to live in Silicon Valley.
Fin.
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