Yeah, so en route to work, there were “interferences”. Actually, I try to rationalize that I’m supposed to relax, enjoy the cloudy skies/scenery, and be safe while driving. Thanks.
Anyway, these synchronous “manifestations” would be “demonic” forces crossing my path in the form of slow-ass drivers near the construction zone, an Asian pedestrian guy walking slow from the nearby Starbucks towards the Shell gasoline station, and being caught first at the stoplight near the overpass off the main highway 101.
There was a SJPD squad car on the slowest lane. I had to slow down to 65 mph and that added another five minutes of my time. It exited off Yerba Buena after the cellphone towers past Tully Rd.
En route homebound, other manifestations are parked vehicles off the emergency shoulder. Upon my arrival, the driver opened his door. I signaled a couple of right clickers to the slow-ass drivers behind me. I was on the fastest non-carpool lane. The drivers were one-quarter of a mile away.
For whatever reason, tonight’s traffic was ten miles per hour SLOWER than usual and it was only 1400 and not 1500 after work/rush hour! That added off ten minutes of travel time!
Upon my arrival and uncannily timed, the second dark car just pulled to the right and was slowly backing up.
A old thought 2141 p.m. about the white utility vehicle, which I would sometimes see in the morning. It would park facing westbound prior to the overpass / parked off the artery/frontage road leading to the electrical grid.
Fools, err, folks, I kid y’all NOT! I’ve never noticed such matrix effects this frequently! In the past, my perception was limited to simple things in life, like food and clothing.
Now, that these “doors” are opened, I can’t help but wonder who else reading my blog are actually their own bosses, and NOT a host for other “thoughts”.
For example, last Friday, the native Rose wore a black-coloured jersey with the number eleven printed on the back. An unknown proper name to me was printed atop this jersey. I don’t care for wearing “colors” or for promoting the wealthy promoters by wearing their crap. I’m not a gang member or a walking billboard advertiser.
At 2146, a black copter with its blinker lights of red and white, along with its steady green and blue lights, made a deep military sound from general direction of the Lawrence Livermore Laboratory.
At 2148, it was traveling southbound and parallel over MY drive. I was WAITING for it outdoors. When I boosted it with my eyeballs closed, I was facing my eastern hills and somewhat standing off my front door.
It cut off it’s VERY LOUD-ASS rotary sounding blades to that soft-ass, within-normal allowable disturbance volume UPON its intersection of MY front door.
To TPTB and pals, if y’all wanna stage my death, inspire my imagination by pulling up a nice shiny black vehicle, whatever, go on!
I know there are other neat-ass doors to open and other realities/dimensions to explore. It’s too bad I can never go back. Sigh.
Anyway, can I at least take a ride on one of your flying contraption and really view what’s it like above this hellish planet and know if it’s flat-earth or not? Sheesh.
Thanks. Yawn.
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