Month: July 2018

Welp, as y’all can y’all see, my smartphone and recent spotty internet connections via WiFi and/or cellular data have been bad, horrible, and terrible. Simply rubbish.

The donation that never was… https://ourspiritualworld.blogspot.com/2018/07/the-donation-that-never-was.html

Do y’all wanna know why only a very few are ALLOWED TO HELP?

It’s because God is a jealous God and expects exclusive rights and whatnot to boot.

(Sorry, that was an old nagging thought that had to be shared.)

And as such, God is very protective and wants to protect his brood against blackmailing for whatever unknown reasons.

(Sorry, that’s just a word that came into my small mind.)

I pray that these new souls are ALLOWED TO HELP. Because that just makes it easier to bear the cross, just as Simon once did for Jesus Christ en route to Skull Hill.

(Per Biblical passage, I hope this recollection is correct, since I’m NOT well-versed in these ancient blogs, err, spiritual manuscripts.)

Just do be careful and honest with your intentions, folks. Just as my rants can hurt your feelings, when y’all help, do so with a happy heart and sincere smile, please.

There are, shall I say, scribes recording EVERYTHING – thoughts, words, deeds, and yeah – I’ll be too ashamed if I get to read my ‘Book of Life’ while stuck on this hellish planet.

Domo arigato gozaimasu. (Don’t ask me why I typed in Japanese. Stuff just flows from my blogging thumbs. Alrighty? Good!)

The Deep State’s Absorption Of Donald Trump https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-07-28/deep-states-absorption-donald-trump

Deep Underground Military State and pals may be controlling this planet. But then again, God is still God no matter what happens.

Dear diary,

I awoke from an itchy lung cough, saw my deep purple eyeball swirls, and proceeded to boost with a crucifix (of very thin line), which then shifted to an six to eight spoked design. The ‘sights’ disappeared after I sang YWVW once.

Yeah so I keep boosting them outta THIS land because enough is enough. I think the sentinels need a break from the Satanic stuff. I’m more pleased to feel cooler weather too, though during my post lunch meal.

Dad returned from his thirty minutes walk around the park and hospital. I told him to rest at the passenger seat, which I reclined for him. Now I got the sun tanning my left driving side.

Sheesh,

FLYNN B is awoken but too warm.

Dear diary,

Per a ‘pending approvals’ comment from a court jester, there are stuff meant to be private and as a result I had to place some recent blogs from this morning into private mode.

I really would like every nonsensical post that I ever wrote and every comment yet to be approved published. But I realized that no one cares. No one wants to read about my truths.

My blogs is to portray the messed up reality of humanz who are stuck on this hellish planet and to show the infallible nature of humanz at their most vulnerable and helpless state.

Yea, to be young and beautiful is promoted as good; while to be old and cantankerous is good as dead. I find that ironic among those who are nice. You know Christians who act nice for their Lawd Gawd and then operate their lives in the opposite direction.

I’m sure there are lots of other more successful bloggers that don’t resort to offensive, controversial, or weird contents.

But that’s just NOT me. I’m writing whatever I seem to understand to the best of my Ingrisssh. Hiss.

Sincerely,

FLYNN B full of hospital food on this fine Saturday afternoon. Dad has been using the public toilet, probably half an hour now!

Sentinels at Half Dome Yosemite 2013 https://ourspiritualworld.blogspot.com/2018/07/sentinels-at-half-dome-yosemite-2013.html

Yup, if sentinels don’t like Satanists, I hereby decree by my ‘ancestor’ that y’all are fired off from my lands and oceans. Get out of Yosemite, now, you unwanted dark stuff!

Anyway, I’m still waiting for the test results of my spit, which I’m sure they botched because it’s past six weeks and almost eight weeks of waiting for nothing.

But I already know that I’m mostly Flip. With some southern stuff and some eastern stuff and some stuff of THIS land which is NOT your land.

But I do NOT rely on such test results. I only care to know that God is awesome and that y’all better stop pissing off the ghosts, this instance, right away, not a second too soon.

It’s all part of a script going back decades…check it out http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2018/07/its-all-part-of-script-going-back.html

Welp, this is one of my old nagging thoughts. I would have to rebuke Trump and his administration. Why, Flynn? Are you a traitorousss, insssane old fool? No, chumpsss! Y’all are hereby dismissed from this hellisssh planet!

Anyway, I haven’t been following Trump’s rally or hearing his speeches, because I’ve been busy giving care to Mom and taking crap from Dad who has been cascading into a lost child, smiling and laughing, and probably outta stress, too.

He frustrated Mom’s nurse by walking outta the room into the adjacent family care center with his bluish plastic gown, which must be removed upon exiting the room. This is to rule out cooties, which isn’t from us but probably from the pHARMaceutical products.

But from I’ve been watching on YouTube videos, Trump hasn’t denounced the 9/11 fraudsters or the NASA scamsters. I am hoping that his online ‘hyperbole’ will pay-off in favor of truth to the humanz instead of funding these double, cloned, robo-humanz with taxpayer’s monies.

I’d like for NASA to come clean and create something to fix their mess. They can make stories why we can’t go to the moon or why earth is flat. I’d like to see how can get credit for these stories. Hurry! Lots of stuff to write!

Dear diary,

The other day, I told Dad that whatever happened to HRC on 9/11/2018 may have happened to Mom on 2/10/2018.

I further inserted my weird thoughts that maybe God was cleaning off the clones, androids, whatever from this hellish planet.

He asked me: Do you believe that? I said yeah because some humanz shouldn’t be all that irritable, mean, and nasty and the suddenly play professional, sweet and nice in front of professionals.

Mom got so sick that she lost urinary control for the first time in her time. She almost lost muscle control as both Dad and me had to hold her up from falling down in the Parish parking lot during a Pastor’s Ball fund raising dinner.

Since she crashed and burned this February, she was so helpless that she needed help doing normal routines and progressively more help doing normal bodily functions.

Whatever is going on – the humanz define this as ‘part of life’. Interesting stuff. We live, have a lifestyle, and then one day the patient can decide if it WANTS to exit this life.

Sincerely,

FLYNN B waiting for Dad and the clothes dryer to finish bathroom sessions and drying, respectively. We’re still at home and ready to go.

Dear diary,

At 0902 am, Mom’s primary doctor left a voice mail message on my cellphone and he said that Mom’s now breathing on a regular mask and NOT on the machine mask, and that her heart rate (HR) came down with medicines. Sheesh.

Her bodily rash may be due to ‘drug fevers’ and they were giving her IV fluids. But she was getting puffy without her diuretics. As a result, she was distressed and having SOB (or shortness of breath).

So last night the PCP visited Mom at the hospital and asked her what she wanted: to end all this or to continue treatment. To which she replied to both: Okay.

See? As a nurse, she knows her own body. The PCP lowered his head, smiled, and laughed after hearing her okays. But he knew and I knew that she’s toying with them.

I’m assuming that the system was trying to see if she can do without her normal pHARMaceutical products. And I recalled that the heart PA told me they would run her heart high, which was probably what happened.

Now after all that going on last night, her lung doctor put her back on steroids for lung problems, which is really triggered by CHF and other allergies to drugs.

Steroids is a better option than the IV antibiotics because though I complained that she is aggressive while taking steroids for COPD, she thrives and is stronger.

But steroids makes the body susceptible to infection, which is what she got – the same recurring bacteria (mostly found in the gut) but now somewhere in the bloodstream as sepsis.

It’s probably her body reacting to foreign objects, such as the heart valve and pacemakers. It may be the body’s response as allergies to fight off the cooties, which loves to stay at the sight of metal materials.

One physician said that the valve itself may have the stuff and the heart is continuously pumping the stuff throughout the body.

Her recent blood culture and other blood works came up negative. Hmm. So no one knows what’s going on, except they are all making educated scientific guesse. I know! Y’all suck, err, tried your best among peer-to-peer approved thoughts.

I think this may be a double or triple blind study for Mom’s CoreValve and to present Mom’s case to the FDA, in the hopes that others with moderate (not severe) stenosis of the aortic heart valve may be clinically approved for intervention.

I surmised that Mom volunteered, assented, whatever as a subject to these ‘tests’. The standardized technology is present and ever changing. Individual results may vary. We feel that SNF are NOT aggressive enough like the hospital to keep the patients comfortable.

In summary, Happy Post Full Moon to y’all! I hope y’all enjoy your stay on this hellish planet as I have.

For y’all see, Das Squirrel wanted to get a lawyer and sue the doctors so they can feel the taste of their own medicine. I told him they’re trying their best and that it’s no one’s fault.

Then, Das Squirrel hung up on me after he learned that I didn’t purchase a new phone from the main store but instead from the carrier store, which he alleges sells used, pre-owned, or refurbished phones, which I do NOT mind purchasing.

He doesn’t realize that all of us will suffer our own personalized karmic hell later on – probably slower for most, while quicker for others. So yeah, that’s what I’ve seen happen even for moi.

Once again, Dad and his boy may be the ones (as with most guys) who will be more emotional than moi, since I have a job to give care to Mom and ‘help’ stabilize these two guys from a short-circuit.

Sincerely,

FLYNN B going to visit Mom now. Hopefully her eyeballs aren’t STILL sunken into her skull and that she could be restored to more independence and mobility with rehabilitation therapies. If not, I quit.

Truth http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2018/07/truth.html

Welp, the truth is we opted for life via artificial means with Mom having an NIV. Now they’re installing a central line into her neck. Dad had to sign the consent.

Once again, Mom opted for whatever life extension. She asked for a respiratory therapist and wanted an intubation due to breathing distress.

So for the next few days they’ll take her off the breathing stuff, which may help with her recovery from the same bug.

The professionals do NOT know what is going on. But when I prayed over her the HR (heart rate) went into ‘standard range’.

Then when Dad got near her she started to afib. Hmm. His breath has been stinking up a storm in the past few days.

Das Squirrel replied to my text message regarding Mom’s intubation: “Yes! If she needs to breathe, by all means!”.

See? The truth is all about pro-life. And since there is modern advancement, why not take advantage of a generous system, meant to help prolong one’s suffering, err, life?

Anyway, we’re still waiting if we can say goodbye, err, bid Mom goodnight.

Happy Full Moon, everyone. Hope y’all know your truth is as good as mine. I’m finished.

End unnecessary extra thoughts,

FLYNN B ready to let mommy go, or not. Whatever.

Dear diary,

Dad and I am are enjoying dinner at the hospital. That’s correct. We ate lunch yesterday here! We missed it so much that Mom was kind enough to be admitted early this morning.

During this egg omelet meal, I had a thought about Mom feeling like the only one left in her family, despite my brother and me being alive.

The feeling must be saddened too for the last apostle standing. And truly as we do get closer to the truth, no one on this hellish planet seems to care.

If they only knew the burdens carried by these good souls, y’all would believe in their truth.

Alas, it’s time to consume dessert. Dad got pecan pie. I got coconut cream pie. But who cares? It’s my truth. Yummy.

Sincerely,

FLYNN B enjoying hospital meals with Dad.

http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2018/07/there-is-no-nibiruthat-was-nancy-leder.html

To Das Squirrel,

If you are reading this, which I highly doubt, please read the above-referenced weblog link for your educational purposes.

Once again, in our recent text messages regarding Nibiru, Niberu, whatever, please stop it!

Your alleged ‘friends’ are trolling you, especially the tall bearded one. Are y’all that gullible?

See with your eyes, fools!

If you cannot record with your video and audio, you have nothing. If you cannot have two or more eye witnesses corroborating your testimony, you have nothing.

If you believe in God and Jesus Christ, you have everything. You have nothing to fear. You have nothing to loose but your sense of humor.

This messenger has spoken truth. So y’all will do well and try telling the truth. That is your new assignment.

I’d like to observe how y’all wiggle and jiggle and worm yourselves outta the numerous scams, frauds and whatnots against humanz, who are easily fooled.

Take it to heart! I know you are trying to belong and be loved in your narcissistic world. But you need to enjoy whatever makes sense to you.

Good luck, chump! I hope you stop externalizing every faults, failures, obstacles, struggles, challenges on non-existent stuff, like Nibiru, Niberu, whatever.

The spelling may change. The presentation may change. But if you use your power of discernment, avoid the noise. It’s not worth your worries or energy.

Sincerely,

Flynn B laughing out loud that humanz still can’t figure out if a ball or bowl can contain liquid, such as water or bodies of water, especially the oceans. Sheesh.

P.S. I love these blogs – it’s not mainstream and gently tickles the mind’s programming, just enough to avoid the explosion of one’s reality.