Howdy y’all. This is Flynn with another pause in life.
Well, I’m finally clear to blog some more. I try to avoid the computer and keep Mom company. So now that she’s in bed, I’m back. I’m feeling sleepy but I need to blog.
So around the weekend before/a few days after the bloody 10/13th day, the feeling was weird and groggy. One particular day or so, the skies were filled with an armada of sylphs. People were acting and driving weird during these days These days were warm and one day was really hot with crispy clear blue skies.
Then today was mysteriously cold from last night’s “drench me” session of rain, which I couldn’t hear because of my progressively/worsening DEAFNESS! This blessed rain may/might have occurred after referencing my favorite author via my Twitter account and “mentally” ragging on him about the drought and how dare he and his handsome pals have fun in the waters while the parched lands, tress, and such needed some water! Aho! Aho!
My thanks and gratitude to y’all. And last night I know you puss-heads were connecting with my small mind. As mentioned in my OLD blog that feeling of their trespassing against my will/wishes is the sense of pressurization in my skull/head/ears. Next time, I’m wearing headphone and blasting rock music back at them. Rock music is Satanic, by the way, eh?
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With regards to the demonic/satanic synchronicity, my daily bread. En route to church this morning, a mere thin-skinned, bald-headed Asian guy intercepted my path from the right sidewalk across the pedestrian. I turned my head/gaze away to the left.
A few days ago, there is a little curly black hair sitting on the inside of the new porcelain bowl/sink of the upstairs vanity room. When I noticed it, the curl was still closed. I ignored it and busied myself to the ritual of waking/washing up for the morning. When I was finished, I turned back my gaze to its “nine o’clock” location in the sink and noticed that it unfurled/uncurled to form a nice number “6” (or six).
At 2325, I was processing my archive via the Neat Receipt software program (Version 5.5) and noticed that the Filters showed Document (33) files for my EDD-2013 files. I’m trying to consolidate multiple versions of confidently-saved folders but out of fear whatever to be certain I wasn’t missing anything.
I might as well stop “hoarding” electronic files,too, and delete any and all past/history files cluttering my main personal computer and other backups. It’s so sad to let go of images that only concerns one person, moi, who seem to care about this stuff. I’ve yet to continue scanning our receipts just in case anyone is interested in compiling a data-set on “things we used to buy” (a la “The Pyramid Show”).
It’s 2330 and I’d thought I share how the mark of the beast continues to manifest in our grocery receipts! Seriously, I’m seeing these double/triple-digit numerical values almost every freaking day. All I could do I acknowledge “their” presence and for some reason this is one “method” of their communication unto moi.
As mentioned in my OLD blogs, other “methods” of communications by “them” are presence, sensations, sights, sounds, images, colors (like the recent “rash” for the past month or so of pinkish/reddish from bluish/purplish being worn by the mainstream media talking heads).
For example, in this one receipt, below are the following lines rearranged for ease of viewing the “MARK OF THE BEAST”!
1. 10/22/2014 4:38:05 PM 3 148 3 33;
2. 4.66FA – LIQUID PORK BLOOD;
3. 4.66 – SUBTOTAL;
4. 4.66 – TOTAL;
5. 5.66 – CASH;
6. 1.00 – CHANGE;
7. 1 – ITEM COUNT
Who’s number one? Satan. Who is behind the one-eyed dollar bill? Satan. Where is Satan? Blood. Who owns this grocery store? Flips, err, Satan. Thus, Satan and his beastly markings is everywhere! Do NOT doubt me/us. I’ve spoken. Go henceforthwith – thou heathens!
I rest my case. Do I have an “Amen-Rah?” Amen!
With lots of hisses,
Evil Kitty
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