Greetings, fools! It’s paranormal times with Flynn.
In this edition, I do NOT give a damn if y’all believe me or not or if I have any evidence to support my claim. All I know is that y’all are trespassers against my thoughts.
Without further adieu, I’ll prolly list the events in no particular order.
Two nights ago, I was having a difficult time sleeping. Or I awoke after a refreshing two hour sleep after having my mid-afternoon power nap of two to three hours earlier. I’m screwing up my sleeping pattern.
Anyway, I smelled the odor of burning black folks. I said aloud, you smell stink like a black folk! I then smelled the order of fragrance or perfume of flowers. I said aloud, you also smell stink! I told them to go home.
Earlier I would have the feeling of presence or that anxiety associated with a visitation. And so I’ve either summoned that innermost fear or preprogrammed an event to entertain my boredom. Whatever happened I told a presence earlier before retiring to bed to go home and leave me alone. Oh well.
Next up happened last Wednesday, two days before the temp job from hell axed my head, meaning my temporary assignment ended with these unionized thugs. The desk area slowed down to a handful of emails for dropping membership applications. So I relegated to keeping busy with scanning old membership applications.
Oh, now I remember while watching Dashie and Lamar playing Wheel of Fortune-20190822-1812. It was at night last Wednesday, I guess my mommy knew or heard that I was gonna be axed. And so I felt that she or something touched the top of my hair. I told her to stop and then proceeded to say that I might be unemployed. Then at night I entertained my insomnia with YouTube videos. I then felt her touch my left eyebrow, more specifically the inner eyebrow towards the nose.
Next up I have two spooks who would dare enter into my sphere. Those would be the chiropractor and acupuncturist. In my old recent blog, I mentioned that the acupuncturist would nod her head as I would communicate with her through my head. Interesting.
As for the current chiropractor that I’ve been scheduled to visit next month (as with other two chiropractor over 16 years ago), these would activate my third eyeball as I would observe purplish swirls of subtle light. One of the two from 16 years ago transferred his heated energy upon moi.
The third one from 16 years ago shape-shifted into one of those brownish ALIENZ about my height. He reported to me that an alphabet soup agency with my initials paid him a visit and he reported to me that he turned white as a sheet. I told him to ask for their business or calling card. So I surmised that the chatting sessions during my working hours were being tracked and monitored. I noticed that he would log off and log back in as if agents were switching their conversations.
The current chiropractor would flash his Masonic hand signals. I noticed the last time I visited him that he looked beaten up in the nose bridge area whatever.
Next up, I had dreams with my daddy or my brother, a rare thing until I preprogrammed whatever dream the night before. I have been having the same dreams two or three nights in a row. But I got too lazy to record what happened and forgot about it.
Next up, the spooks would still park along MY long stretch of Road. After noontime mass today, I saw a parishioner look skyward. I was already exiting the parking lot and couldn’t see WTF was going on. Then as I turned onto the next main road, I saw that a fresh chemtrail was being laid. I can also hear the spooks driving up and down loudly around my neighborhood. But the nights have been peacefully quiet.
Next up, the demonic entities would cross my path and slow down my travel time on the road as pedestrians, bicyclists and other creepy spooks. I tend to be in a hurry and a lead foot as slowness enrages err triggers my impatience.
As for life at home, I’m bored. I’m melting from lack of hope, dreams, and motivation. The only way I’m able to sustain my sanity and existence is by blogging and viewing YouTube videos. I don’t earn money doing these things. I certainly don’t earn money volunteering as a singer at two choir gigs. I’m wasting my talent and time. I really do NOT know what happened.
I’m finished. I could add more but my testimonies will fall on deaf ears and blinded eyeballs. No one will care. I guess I’m hoping for answers but that won’t happen until I acknowledge that I’m either creating such events and/or something else makes it so. Phooey! Fin 20190822-183322 pm.
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