20150102-0811. Mom went in for a DCR at ECH at 0730. Her case number was 311910. Notice the freaking double, triple digit numbers again! That’s how “they” communicate with my family and moi. Dad and I ate a quick breakfast steer two hours of waiting with Mom at the pre-op. Dad complained that he waited so long and I didn’t let him know. At 0900, the surgeon came out personally. Later he shared his personal cellphone number unto moi. We came home at around 1300, after waking up early addy 0400. Thanks, doctor!
20150101-1200. Father Tom celebrated mass at OLP. He kept looking in my general direction. We came in 30 minutes early and sat about four pews behind him. I knelt down and started praying the rosary loudly with the group. That’s when he got up to get ready.
He mentioned such stuff as meditation, books, statues, blanking out the minds, passing to connect with God. Anyway, my interpretation was that in reality God is already connecting with us and we just have to listen. That’s all.
Oh, and I would flick out my tongue during the sermon, of which he later demonstrated a little bit after the Eucharistic portion, and while he gazed skyward. He such a handsome reptilian, elderly, TALL, thin, and gray. Hehe! That’s all folks, is another sample of “them” coexisting with humanz. Oh, and I tried to “connect” upon which I saw a pin-sized purple flash through my closed eyes prior tip the raising of the a Host. Nothing more.
20141230-2017. On Sunday, we finished packng up the Christmas decor. Mom helped pack up the 6.5 feet fake tree after I helped Dad remove strings of old outdoor light bulb decor by yanking the strings loose from their staples. It was faster than Dad’s version of unscrewing the bulbs one by one, then pulling off the staples with long nosed pliers!
20141230-2014. On Saturday afternoon, I was outdoors using the air compressor on four electric fans, the 4.5 feet tall fake tree, and two smaller decor trees.
I saw one chemtrail above my head around 1430. The smell was a strong astringent! I visualized thus as an gone badge and pounded my chest in flirty add I inhaled the spew (through my imagination and suffered no ill results!) I ranted at the spiritual realm, meaning the advanced aliens are fucking around with my airspace, again!
20141230-1834. Mom said that a nun sitting in front of them. She was solemn. Mom liked her new parish and was much calm and peaceful than at SVP. My parents liked the sermon of the bald headed priest. I missed it because I was working my first day at the temp job from hell.
I started sneezing again, sans Belgian chocolate from twit wifey on Christmas at the post lunch that day. Later I blew out those congested booger nuggets, the kinds that would indicate sickness.
20141230-1834. Mom reported that she encountered a crazy woman who complained that her neither would never leave her alone. This crazy had weird, colorful hair. The Seniora had white hair and was quiet. She talked to daughter in Spanish. Mom told the mother and daughterin broken Spanish: “Seniora no puede, your mama.” This was before going in church that day.
20141229-1200. Father Michael celebrated mass at OLP. We sensed that he was very relaxed. But he swelled up too much and probably from eating too much Filipino food from his priestly sponsors Chuck and Cheese.
20141228-2334. Weturned a long-distance phone call to Auntie Emma, Norfolk, Virginia. She had left three messages earlier. I called her number, heard a generic male prompt, and hung up because I wasn’t sure if that was their number. She told me about marrying a Samoan. I was viewing VC article on Jim Carey moving conspiracy theorists. I will expose names and the evil that they are and everyone else can go to hell with my silver bullets. Evil Kitty still bitter!
20141226-1131. Merry Christmas, JoJo! We’re here at your parents’ home. Hope y’all have a Happy New Year. Love, Uncle, Auntie, and cousin Flynn.:mrgreen: My Dad knocked and knocked on their front door but they weren’t home, except for the barking dog indoors. That’s the last time we ares going near those thieves. Dad left a voicemail message on Mac’s cellphone. And as expected he doesn’t return calls, except to his other brothers Virgil and Ed. Ungrateful and unkind, huh?
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