Well yesterday was weird again. We got beautiful weather, mild and sweet, like the soft rosy smokey odor at OLOP this afternoon. The nun who probably was the one with the rosy smell, sat directly behind me and we matched each other’s voices, pitch, and loudness. I was already boosting my target – hell.
Lots of BIG and round fluffy, puffy clouds of white marched against crispy clear blue skies despite chemtrails being laid two days ago.
I noticed two or three days ago how the poof clouds were stretched out horizontally and YET their underneaths were straight! I’m thinking that the dome isn’t curved but FLAT, like the earth! And that the cloudy entities are traveling or grazing the surface like sky cows! Moo!
So yesterday after the noontime mass, and after eating lunch at Carl’s Jr, we traveled homebound and I was boosting that nightmarish organic dimension from my recent dream – with its opposite or complimentary colored version of a dark blue Cross – a brownish, smokey leathery cross.
At around 1330, two zombies manifested as black colored vehicles. I was on lane number one and tried to merge into the second lane when spook coming in from lane number three suddenly merged close to my right rear and side!
The skinny necked whitish guy with black cropped hair didn’t move in his low seat or turn his head! He drove an old skinny car with chrome. He kept going at a steady pace when suddenly another car came close to rear ending me!
I was speeding and trying to transfer into the third lane when a spook in a black car wiggled quickly to the second lane and sped half a mile in a few seconds. I braked to warn him bur he was in a hurry. He was also a whitish guy with dark hair but longer at the shoulder. He wore dark shades. He drove a Dodge with no shiny wheelchairs.
Mom reminder to me that I’m protected. I told her to pray over that dimension. I was focused on boosting that dimension to ‘clears’ that sector and ‘they’ didn’t like it enough so that they were willing to kill or at least cause an ‘accidents.
There was a third one, but I was too worked up to notice. I think a Mexicano in orange shirt, driving a whitish car, noticed and was talking on the phone. Then we went home and I dusted our surrounding with the electric blower. I took a shower and helped Mom cook pancit noodles, which tasted better without the chicken soup broth.
I relaxed some more and got ready for choir rehearsal. We practiced the ‘Cherubim Song’s but I lacked confidence as I blasted my earholes with the piano app via my earplugs for the correct note. I did well switching between two parts – Alto and tenor.
I tried to keep my posture straight and project my voice loudly like the skinny short nun earlier. I sang the usual alto part for ‘Bless the Lord, O My Soul’ by G.F. Handel and loved the descending scales of ‘matyres’ for the tenor part of ‘Pie (3.14) Jesu’ by Ricky Manali.
But Mom got mad at me for trying tenor because I’m NOT a guy, which is true, though I’m doing it for my HIGH ego really, and she wanted Clem to hire tenors or guys and not give him credit or impress him or whatever. A sacrosanct hated me to sing tenor. Hmm.
I love pie, creamy, chocolaty coconuts but NOT tarts like that plum pie that a red-headed, co-worker made long ago with Dad’s harvest from his backyard!
Anyway, I messed up the sync of folders between two cloud services, and a third cloud service provider called the home landline, which isn’t my phone number, and thusly so is a bad person. I logged on our account and blocked the offending caller.
Yeah and so per Dad, yesterday marked the end of summer! Happy Autumn Solstice! And happy end of the world on Saturday for those zombies!
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