Month: July 2018

The Daily Messenger: Utility companies in California announce they are turning off power to entire counties DURING HEATWAVES to prevent “possible” Wildfires … http://messiahmews.blogspot.com/2018/07/the-daily-messenger-utility-companies.html

Amen! I meant to say that agree in response to your comment! That makes us two! (I’m lost.)

Utility companies in California announce they are turning off of power to entire counties DURING HEATWAVES to prevent “possible” Wildfires http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2018/07/utility-companies-in-california.html

So while waiting for two relatives to carpool and visit Mom, I’ve read the blog and prayed.

And so yesterday, the air seemed cooler inside yet felt warm and fuzzy outdoors as Mom got some fresh air mid-morning.

I’ve been opening the window to Mom’s room, though the dusty cooler doesn’t blow much air.

Today is warm and fuzzy. And now I noticed that the ‘fridge’ part has some condensation, meaning there may be more “power”.

Oh and two days ago, my HUGE power backup battery thing died. I don’t know for how long and do NOT really care. Because it powers the ADT, the network whatever, and maybe a garage lamp.

Any video surveillance system serves no justice until presented in court via the law enforcement agencies and judgment is passed in favor of the “victims”.

I was thinking that the whole neighborhood could water their lands and cool off that way. Never mind.

And my cellphone car mount holder broke off and the Gorilla glue didn’t work because the heatwave melted it. And so I have to buy an epoxy thing.

Ocean Regent UPDATED https://ourspiritualworld.blogspot.com/2018/07/ocean-regent-updated.html

I was driving homebound to fetch Dad and visit Mom. Saw updated blog. Like previous video. ‘Thoughts’ that I saw movement. Then this updated video showed vertical rise of image. Amazing.

1410: Yeah so I had a dream many slong years ago.

Traveled fast forward. Saw angel travel along side to my right field of vision.

Opened eyes.

Beheld vastness of clouds. Saw vastness of endless stone wall behind me.

Looked around, turning head slowly left and right. Looked down to see my feet.

Felt weightlessness as feet did NOT seem planted on surface.

Felt arms relaxed downward, palms forward.

Looked forward yonder clouds, saw light brownish spot.

Curious. Saw through looking ‘window’ as if goggles.

Closed eyes and opened eyes wide and slowly back into my body.

Real stuff.

Happening Now! Twitter Bans 70 Million Accounts, Ups the Count by 1 Million a Day https://saboteur365.wordpress.com/2018/07/06/happening-now-twitter-bans-70-million-accounts-ups-the-count-by-1-million-a-day/

Off-topic rant:

Let’s see. We would receive incoming phone calls and my smartphone Caller ID subscription would flag these calls as Potential Spam, Potential Fraud, or Robo-Calls.

I’ve tried the Do NOT Call list and the stuff stills comes through as unwanted calls.

So… I can’t believe Twitter accounts are banned and yet ‘they’ can’t ban unwanted calls.

Sometimes I do NOT wanna care anymore and let y’all just turn blue in the face.

http://www.patreon/uwantson

Sorry, please view attached screenshot of my smartphone which shows that Evil Kitty is NOT allowed to access.

Also notice the double-digit numerical value of the timestamp to this weblog post title.

Without fail (and while still struggling to pass lots of poo-poo), ‘they’ are communicating their presence.

The timestamp to the previous weblog post would have been a double three digit. But my smartphone changed the number to 34 as I typed the time.

The Daily Messenger: Russia is hungry for the truth – God Bless all Russians http://messiahmews.blogspot.com/2018/07/the-daily-messenger-russia-is-hungry.html

Yeah! It’s supposed to a colder climate and they have lots of snow and wear those cool furry outfits. I was born in the wintery seasons, so my trait prefers cold stuff as is my cold heartened nature. Then maybe I’ll adopt a Russian Blue Cat to keep me warm and fuzzy.

http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2018/07/patreon-initiated.html

After eating Mom’s leftover biscuit-shaped bread with lots of Promise butter, I searched online and learned from wikipedia.org that Patreon is a platforms where creators get paid. So essentially, y’all get to create stuff and get paid for stuff that your followers happen to like. Or if y’all wanna share your strictly exclusive stuff, y’all have to ‘force’ your subscribers to pay up before they can read your created stuff; not stuff y’all happen to have borrowed or stolen; but stuff that keeps the followers interested – for a price, of course.

http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2018/07/hottest-day-of-year-118-degrees-and.html

Well, early Thursday morning we got our new refrigerator. I’m assuming ‘they’ are zapping our power supply because ‘fridge’ part still seems warmer as was the old fridge; while the ‘freezer’ part seems fine as was the old freezer part.

Day 2 SNF, well actually 1.5 days were unbearable inside Mom’s private chambers, err, oven, room. I was sweating underneath my hanging boobs and I rationalized that it’s good to sweat out the toxin; since I do NOT exercise for health.

Dad joined the coven, err, the hot and stuffy room after arriving around 1800 pm. Mom called just two miles from our designation. She cried, told us never to come here, and hung up.

Then I signed the DNR (hot pink, cardboard shit piece of paper) for the Russian doctor. Nice strong accent, and more tolerable that British accents. She encouraged Mom to freaking eat and get more mobile sitting up in the wheelchair, which we did early this morning under the sunshine out front.

The air outdoors was cool but NOT freaking cloven like a microwave oven inside her room. Alas, the elderly old fart prefers it hot like most reptilianz, I guess, down in Florida for example.

Yeah, so, my karmic debt unto the mother unit will be 86 days of imprisonment. That’s what I thought is happening en route homebound one hour ago. (The night air had these strange horizontal clouds and the sunset is illuminated the skies as medium dark blue.)

Prison. Doesn’t matter where or what location. Once again, the reality of this hellish planet is simple: 1) strips of land or patches of dirt, 2) structures (attached to said dirt or mobile like horseless carriages upon said dirt), and 3) different faces, wearing such gadgets called jewelry, clothes and other fine accessories to dress up “the ball full of mush on a stick and stuck deep into a sack of meat” (as per my thoughts to Dad yesterday).

Oh, yeah! I have to shower off my sweaty stuff to keep cool. I had cramps along the sides of my rib cages as I do NOT take kindly to being cooked alive! I ate my small packs of salt to stave off the cramps. And that worked until I started cramping along my rib cages.

Besides sweating off toxins, I might be loosing weight from keeping active as Mom’s primary caregiver. She is bed ridden and had successfully sat up on bed, stood up on the side of the bed, and sat in a wheelchair for Roger the PT and then Savannah the OT.

I think Mom suffered lots of ‘afibs’ via the hospital which allowed Mom’s heart to run high. So she is swelling up in the hands despite being bedridden. Her lower extremities have no edema and that’s a good sign. Her goal is to be restored into dancing mode, which I recorded a video of my parents dancing on my iPad 9.7″ while the iPad 12.9″ was playing the waltz music in the background.

This is my evidence prior to the extraction and insertion of the internal and temporary external pacemaker systems, respectively –  that she was fine before y’all cut her up! Yup. Too much stress on her, factoring in my loudness as a tone deaf person and not processing her requests fast enough or other crappy stuff of corrective behaviors.

Anyway, I do NOT like hot! I was born in the wintery months and I love it cold, like my trait.

Sheesh,

Flynn B-melting!

Russia is hungry for the truth – God Bless all Russians http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2018/07/russia-is-hungry-for-truth-god-bless.html

Once again and without fail, TPTB and pals have worked their magically delicious synching via the INFUSION COMPLETED alarm which I pressed the RUN/STOP button – the same time as in my timestamp blog/post title. It went off again at 1335 when the CNA turned it off, it’s going again at 1337.

Anyway, my favorite National Anthem happens to be the Russian, NOT the lyrics or political stuff, but for the progression of the movement to this piece.

It’s 1339 and the infusion went off. I have the photo but my mom’s name tag is showing on her personal belongings.