Month: November 2016

Congratulations, y’all! My profound tears fell around thirty minutes ago and was more profuse upon the concession call of HRC to DJT.

Yes, yes. I was hurt profoundly. I cried while listening to Libera, the choir boys on YouTube for the past one hour.

Mom awoke just as Pence and the rest lined upon the stage. I had to get up, go to the bathroom, and wash out my eyeballs.

I was touched and asked God for forgiveness of all and at all levels, reality, and dimensions.

Good luck and may God bless HRC, the witches, and covens for working hard to remind us of Lucifer’s light. 

Amen. Jesus I Trust In Y’all.

Here are my OneNotes:

20161108-1620. In my imagination of mostly science fiction, I visualized how there may be missle silos based on two locations with circular design. Many slong years ago, I was taking summer classes at a local community college. The middle of the building was opened. The story levels of the building can be seen from the middle where students sat around and studied. I was thinking that there might be a missle silo smack dab in middle of this library. As mentioned in my old blog, I’m assuming that another missile silo might be located in front of metallic statue the height of a eucalyptus tree. I’m not surprised because the nearest airfield has a FEMA camp. Yup.

20161106-2206. For this morning’s Sunday mass, I came late as usual but I was able to better control my breath and thusly so the volume of my singing came out loud. I saw Carl B, his wife Emelita B, and the boys. They sat on the front pews, side aisle section of the priest side. I wasn’t paying attention to why the left line was only four choir members and why the politician lady paused next to the psycho bitch. And after I took communion from the crazy Filipino bitch living next door to us, I saw the reptilian shape-shifting. We were prepared to sing the next song when I glanced to his area and saw that his face a pale in color. His right cheek sported to reddish to brownish stripes! I’m assuming that Carl B is the undercover handler of the reptilian woman who has been gaslighting my family and me. Father Mark G sounded like he had tears in his voice, which quivered. I could sense that he dare not look into MY direction. I was flicking subtly while holding my smartphone, which contained my music pieces.

I’m really not upset but want these Satanic gaslighters to fuck off. Damn Flips.

20161103-1427. I showed Jannessa amd Jaaleena my smartphone in which I spelled out the names of my parents and me, and referenced our city of residence. They hugged us kindly. I hope their okay but I think they’re messed up also due to the divorce of their parents.

Here are my Evernotes:

20161109-1811. http://www.usccb.org/bible/readings/091816.cfm | I was thinkg about shekel, pence, stewardship, God and Mammon. I was thinking of pay-to-play, too.

20161106-???? While ‘auditing’ my very old usernames and/or passwords, I came across yet another duplicated account for an online schedule for auto repairs. So I decided to update the odometer to two of dad’s cars: 61,550 for the chedeng and 53,662 for the beater.

20161022-0000. The crazy neighbor is sitting center aisle third pew, wearing white jacket next to caretaker. | I showed my parents and pointed into her direction. I also held it up long enough so a skinny whitish guy sitting behind me saw it. Father Joseph was pissed during the wiping down of the utensils because i kept signaling him that the bitch was wearing eyeglasses. After communion, she knelt and then sat back upon the pew abruptly so that he head might have hit the two skinny whitish young girls in veil in the faces. Her caretaker slouched away from her and had her body positioned towards the center aisle. During the last song, Mom kept praying hard that we are to be protected from the stalker. We also saw that the bitch grabbed the music issue, opened the pages, walked over to the caretaker, renter, or friend, whoever, and show her the opened pages. It worked as the Holy Spirit distracted the crazy bitch from looking at us, which she did as she received her communion earlier. I saw her look into my direction as I glanced quickly over my right shoulder. Can someone smash her crazy head? Damm Flips.

20161023-0864. http://www.usccb.org/bible/readings/091816.cfm

“Safe at Home
Domestic violence, stalking, and sexual assault cross ethnic, racial, age, gender, religious, national origin, sexual orientation, and socioeconomic lines to affect millions of Americans each year. Fortunately, there is Safe at Home, an address confidentiality program administered by the California Secretary of State’s office that offers victims anonymity and a new start towards a brighter future free from fear.

Safe at Home participants can use a free P.O. Box instead of their home address to help them maintain their privacy when receiving first-class mail, opening a bank account, completing a confidential name change, filling out government documents, registering to vote, getting a driver’s license, enrolling a child in school, and more. Since 1999, Safe at Home has helped to protect more than 7,000 survivors of domestic violence, stalking, and sexual assault, as well as reproductive health care doctors, nurses, volunteers, and patients. I hope you will take time to explore this web site to see if Safe at Home may be of benefit to you or someone you know.

Every Californian should feel and be Safe at Home.”

Well, I don’t feel safe at home due to the crazy Filipino bitch STILL living adjacent to us. Damn Flips.

20161109-093527. Yeah, so this morning’s skies is covered with a single bedspread of sad whitish brownish cloud.

There were lots of chemtrails in the past week. There was one fat and fluffy white puffy chemtrail against crispy clear blue skies directly overhead our home but I forgot which day.

20161109-092931. This looks like a first notebook. I wanted to upgrade my account from basic, to plus, and then premium. But I also use OneNote by Microsoft. Hmm. (20161112-1735. Addendum. I believe that I forgot which username and/or password to use. I thought I lost these notes, of course, but didn’t. And thusly so, I have two Evernote.com as discovered one day or night during my ‘audit’ of very old passwords and what nots.)

20161002-001944. Satan: i can’t fucking stand you, dashie! Dashie: Well fuck you Satan. I’m actually really a nice guy if you just get to know me.

20160927-214419. 2143, ‘koo-loog’ in Filipino means sound of thunder. ‘kid-lat’ in Filipino means bolt of lightning. ‘bag-yuu’ in Filipino means hurricane or monsoon.

20160914-093701. 0936, Per my OBGYN of basic vitals: bloodpressure – 121/76 pulse 62, 172.6 bags of mostly water.

On Halloween, I reviewed the ‘quick-reference guide’ to the ‘California General Election Tuesday, November 8, 2016 – Official Voter Information Guide’. On All Saints Day the following day, Dad and I dropped-off our mail-in ballot into the street boxes at the main USPS location. On All Souls Day, all three ballots were counted.

Here are my notes for the following propositions:

Prop 51: No – taxing, and vaccines.

Prop 52. No – cost passed onto the consumers, of course.

Prop 53. Yes – want bullet train to haul dissidents to FEMA camps.

Prop 54. Yes – online references good idea.

Prop 55. No – taxing, and vaccines.

Prop 56. Yes – charge the smokers for adding pollutants.

Prop 57. No – Once a felon, always a felon, period.

Prop 58. No – English only, no extra ‘diversity’ for taxpayers. Consider private, start-up business ventures in language, communication, and teaching instead.

Prop 59. No – I like everything except that part about state elected officials can tinker with the amendments to the US Constitution.

Prop 60. Yes – honest work equals honest pay, including equal health and safety rules. Duh.

Prop 61. No – I like everything except the exempt part for Medi-Cal.

Prop 62. No – Once a killer, always a killer, period.

Prop 63. No – I like everything except the part about prohibiting the possession of large bullets and stuff. The imagery received was that of black market by-passing this area.

Prop 64. No – As mentioned in my OLD blog, marijuana is addicting. It should fall under prescription drugs for controlled substance. It’s like opium, heroin,  and steroid addictions.

Prop 65. Yes – I like everything environmental, except the part about keeping the proceeds in a ‘special’ fund that may be abused, misused, and whatever.

Prop 66. Yes – Let them die. I’m sure the innocent Masons and whistleblowers deserve their justice for knowing too much.

Prop 67. Yes – If this is mandated statewide, that will by-pass sneaky humanz obtaining plastic bags from other local cities and ordinances that don’t enforce the ban on plastic bags and whatnots.

As for the local ‘Measures’, I can’t find my markings. Sheesh. Y’all can guess who I voted as the next POTUS 2016.