During this morning’s mass, the very TALL and impatient pastor gave his usual RAPID speech sermon about today’s gospel. He mentioned Thomas Paine (one of the Founding Fathers) and the bizarre rituals thereof, meaning Freemasonry.
So while I’m trying to grasp what this former military personnel of Afghanistan knows about “fellow brothers”, the old timers attending this parish have no clue what he is talking about, except me.
In the meantime, the light above the “left hand” of the crucified one blinked out! I whistle the short but familiar tune to the movie: “Close Encounter of the Third Kind”.
Last Saturday and after mass, Paw wanted to eat out for dinner. So we went to Kim Tar and orders the Beef Chop Suey, Shrimp Mayonnaise with Walnut and House Fried Rice. When we exited the place, one of the lights above the telephone blinked off.
I believe I may still have alien implant(s) inside me but I don’t know where those suckers are located. I’ve read somewhere online that lights would blink off whenever someone with alien implant(s) would walk near by the electrical powered objects, which would be light bulbs in my case.
The frequencies emitted from these internal devices may be the culprit to the light bulbs turning off. But others would claim that these incidences occur only in one’s mind, which may be true because thought forms are energy too.
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