At 0950 AM, I came home with no incident with the neighbor living adjacent to us. I did see the SJFD red engine buzz by in front of our home and headed northbound on MY long stretch of road, which is my middle name by the way, as I headed southbound and towards home.
I immediately sat down to to eat breakfast of red plums and pieces of slices Fuji apples. Mom had awaken from her nap. She thought that it was 0835 AM, not 0935 PM.
My parents don’t wanna spend money to fight back a crazy woman living adjacent to us. We want her noise to stop, period.
We want Father Mark G and Carl B to talk to the bitch without us. We don’t have a problem. She is the problem and the church and the Filipinos have failed us, period. Connie suggested to Carl that she might NOT show up to the meeting.
They must emphasize to her: stop harassing and bullying us; stop being a NUISANCE to the neighbors and to the community; stop lying about her bad behavior and mental issues; and to cease and desist from using the church to gossip and defame me.
We want Father Mark G to periodically inform the parishioners to stop using the church to spread evil in his sermons. He must periodically ensure our health and safety by stopping the dark forces of evil, which is trying to destroy the church from within. Do NOT doubt unto moi.
At 20160714-1001, Dad told us over breakfast that he awoke around four o’clock to use the toilet. For whatever reason, Dad couldn’t sleep. He told us that the Lord might have given him an inspiration that the neighbor needed help symbolically when he recalled how she ran around the neighborhood like a beheaded chicken and scream aloud: “Help! Help! Neighbors!”
Dad said we could be the crazy ones for trying to fight back against that crazy neighbor. I noticed, too, that when Carl B had called me on 07/08/2016, I heard him chuckling over our smartphones as if this was all a joke. Okay, then, if my Mom dies due to stress from the neighbor, shall I drag him and everyone down with us to hell? Y’all decide.
Once again, this is a spiritual battle. I am hoping that Father Mark G can perform an exorcism upon her and that the prayer groups can do an ACTUAL laying of hands to help her. I truly believe there is still good in everyone, who are infested with these unclean spirit. This is our Christian value to be loving and forgiving. If all else fails, there’s always legal remedies. Sheesh.
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Also, when my parents and I were hanging around Chuck and Cheese that day, I was sitting in the back seat of their white Acura and in between my THICK-ASS parents. Through the review mirror of the driver, I noticed that the eyebrows of Chuck are knitted downwards: – this is feature of humanz to designate that he too may be possessed with a demonic entity, which probably could explain why other parishioners reported to us that he was mean towards Cheese, who too would knit her eyebrows downwards whenever she emphasizes herself. I’m surrounded by reptilianz!
In the meantime, I noticed the energy had lifted up quite a bit after I assumed that Carl B had shown my July 4, 2016 smartphone video (with audio) to the head mistress of a choir (or prayer group) where the crazy neighbor sang and prayed last Saturday, July 14, 2016.
I am hoping the prayer groups pray really hard for us. Otherwise, I’ll move. After the morning meeting with the lawyer that day and en route home bound, I jokingly told Mom that if I could move out. Cheese panicked and said NO, thinking I’d leave the main choir and such! But I said I’d move nearby and wondered if she had a place to rent with a Bayan who needed money. After I dropped Cheese off at her home that morning, she mumbled if she could talk to her ADJACENT neighbor if they could move out. Hmmm.
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