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Based on Mon’s ‘spider sense’ and probably in the following order: Newt Gingrich, Jeff Session, Rick Scott, Susan Martinez, Chris Christie. Yup
20160504-2206. Old thought regarding what JEB! had said about Trump having a gift or something like that. That means Trump can hear ‘everything’ like the surfer boyz and other specially-gifted souls. Cheaters! Pants on fire! That’s all I have to add. Yup.
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20130504-2119. At around 1120 pm, I finished shredding most of my personal files of mostly worthless pieces of paper! After awakening from my post-lunch overfill of chocolate cake, which was from Dad’s birthday yesterday, a few minutes prior to 1600, I proceeded to scanning the remaining FADED pieces of USPS receipts and one of Mom’s PGMHS alumni booklet and finished at around 1900 this evening.
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Yesterday was Dad’s birthday. Das Squirrel and his Twit Wifey attended from around 1700 to past 2030 that evening. By Chinese tradition, she brought a raspberry cake for the elder. We had Costco spare ribs, crab, and shrimps for dinner. Mom and I gave him his birthday card, which I scanned, archived, and tossed into the recycling bin this evening.
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20160502-1611. Das Squirrel sent me a text message: ‘Auntie Ching died today at 2:11 pm today’. Notice the CIA coding its double-digit numerical value of eleven-eleven. Anyway, that evening as we retired to bed past midnight, I normally try to fall asleep by watching YouTube videos, especially the ones by XP2, who won’t relax: He has been screaming and flicking out his tongue more often.
Within a few minutes, I had a paranormal experience. While holding up my smartphone in the dark an listening to johnsmallman’s latest audio blog by Jesus, I felt a light stroke underneath my right forearm, not once but twice! I wasn’t spooked but had ‘anxiety’ earlier that evening while Mom and Dad were watching television in the living room. So I expected something to occur later on.
I brushed off that first experience and telepathically told: Auntie Ching, please be happy. A few seconds later, the same and similar brush or stroke of my forearm happened underneath my right arm. I brushed it off again and motioned with my left hand to go away and to stop.
While those two incidences happened, I was telepathically reading and listening to johnsmallman’s channeling of Jesus’ message to Auntie Ching. I also tried to send her a smile of assurance and good will. For some reason, I was prepared to ghostly experiences and wasn’t spooked. Thanks.
So that following evening after Dad’s birthday dinner party, I reported my experience to Mom. As usual, she rebuffed me and said that doesn’t happen. She then played ‘psychology’ with me and said aloud into the air and reassured Auntie Ching that she will personally take care of her daughter. But since the daughter has avoided communicating with us, we can’t help her until she formally approaches and comes.
During Dad’s birthday party, Das Squirrel kept emphasizing that there are vindictive humanz. The Twit Wifey said that we should do what is [correct]. I told Mom that the three of us shouldn’t be nice anymore. This Thursday morning, Mom reiterated unto moi that we shouldn’t be nice anymore.
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20160504-1309. Das Squirrel sent me a text message: ‘My coworker and I were released from work today. Many people were let go :(‘ Last night, he informed us of this potential event. I hugged him three times and my eyes misted a little. He said that there were new employee packages. In other words, the old workers were let go. Some are in their fifties, like moi. He worked there for fourteen years. Now, I can’t get support for one of his products which I use for backing up my crap.
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20160501-1419. I sent my paternal first cousin a text message: ‘Hi, [Chump]. This is [Flynn]. We plan to visit you both after lunch today. Let us know your address, please.’ She never did reply back. That’s nasty and rude. Das Squirrel told us that he sent her some text messages, but she never did reply back. That’s messed up.
Anyway, Mom called the second wife and Auntie Babble, whom I called back again to confirm the address, which I pulled up from checking online instantly. So we arrived at the grayish and whitish house around 1710. The unmarried boyfriend opened the door. I called him name. I hugged Nick, her, and then Nick’s mom.
I went immediately to the unconscious one and said aloud, HI AUNTIE, THIS IS LYN. I offered an Amen to my forehead with her right hand, which was VERY warm. She responded with a muffled HMM. My ‘spider sense’ indicated that she heard! I tried to kiss her forehead weirdly and petted her grayish and brownish hair.
Mom came up from her left side and made the sign of the cross on her forehead. Then Mom stroked her upper left arm. But what I witnessed was a response of flinching as if she still hated Mom. I saw that she moved to her left and tried to move her left arm away.
The daughter took Mom’s hand and led Mom gently away. I looked at the daughter and I got the message that the Mom didn’t want company. After one hour of chit chatting with Nick and his mom, Nick gave us a bullshit excuse that an unconscious human didn’t want people near her!
These people are assholes! Once a patient is given morphine – that’s it! Get it? The proper protocol is for visitors to stay as long as necessary to close the gap of hurt feelings. But as usual, these vindictive souls refuse for us to stay. And one hour was perfect timing.
I can tell that Nick got the message via his text because his eyes started tearing up. That girl needs a beat-down. I’m the eldest cousin on our side of the paternal group! And so when Cathy, our younger paternal first cousin rang the doorbell, the daughter closed the front door behind her to tell the druggy that the three of us were here!
Yup. As expected, the druggy didn’t make eye contact with us and immediately went straight to the unconscious one. When I had the chance, I eyed her second husband with a quick glance – more like a humorous smirk. He had his three boys with one being disabled from the looks of his small eyes from the first wife.
So no wonder my auntie Maldeath was distressed with these text messages, which she no longer sends! The guy had tattoos and wore black clothes and his baseball cap backwards. But when I eyed him discreetly, he seemed okay, though these lost souls try to put on the mask of thuggery. Y’all don’t know thugs until y’all know my crap. The levels run deeper than smoking and doing drugs and such. I’m sure he’s wondering who we were. Behehe.
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20160504-2200. For Wednesday today, we breakfast, attended morning mass, bought grocery at DeCA, and ate lunch. Dad did gardening after lunch, I took my two hour nap, and Mom sewed. Later, I shredded, and we had dinner. For some reason, Mom has been VERY agitated with the both of us – railing, ranting, and calling us names. This is NOT unusual. We have film videos from the 1970’s showing her agitated. It’s something we had to live with unfavorably. I believe human females are programmed to be annoying. Weird. Of course, I whisper many times BITCH. If y’all ‘hear’ me, oops. Behehe.
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20160503-2216. After Tuesday’s noontime mass, Carl B greeting Mom with a bear hug and shook Dad’s hand. I waved back. Carl B and Mom talked about the crazy bitch living next door to us. I showed him a screen of my video from 09/22/2015. He said that I should call him if she has an episode so that he could witness the incidents. He said we could buy rock salts and olive oil for blessings every Tuesday evening. We tried going to DeCA, but it was a weird closed schedule on Monday and that day. Gloria Z had handed Dad her sweet porridge as a birthday gift prior to Carl B’s surprise meeting. He usually attends those masses, too.
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20160504. This evening, Dad that the crazy bitch living next door to us didn’t come home until late this evening around 1800. She was supposed to come home between 1500 and 1530. I don’t care as long as she stays away from me. Oh and Carl B said a parishioner eventually learned that there was something wrong with the crazy bitch who constantly complained about me. He said that is not true because he knows and that she is deceptive, which is short of saying lyin’ or being a liar. So I’ll wait for God to test how well the community handles crazy and stupid humanz. Once again, I could make noise with regards to negligence and liabilities and harassment, and elderly abuse, along those lines. Alright?
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In summary, Mom reminded me to stop assuming what is going on inside a person’s mind. But I cannot seem to shut-up due to my unfavorable tendencies of rattling on and on as inherited by my paternal side – that is being disturbed from excitement. I’m failing to be a good listener. I failing to answer the questions properly when asked. I’ve been a failure socializing. If y’all take away my blogging rants, I guess, I’ll just be shut-in forever. Sheesh.
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