Tag: aliens
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5150 (involuntary psychiatric hold) – Wikipedia
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/5150_(involuntary_psychiatric_hold)
To the local leo, I read the lips of # 4559 pronounce 5150 inhaling her right should speaker phone. WTF does this ‘5150’ mean? Shall I investigate further?
Perhaps team Trump and pals may wish to re-define our situation with the reptilian bitch living directly adjacent to us.
If y’all are coordinating our complaints as ‘5150’, it’s no wonder no one is doing anything to get rid of the troublemaker.
Incidentally, the crooked toid talked to the old Vietnamese guy, inquiring about fence pricing. He speaks no English whatsoever and I had to pull him away quickly from her.
Mom was behind me and said aloud to the bitch if she wanted to get our shared fence done.
She screamed, i don’t care about you, i don’t care about your fence. I told her that is shared property. Idiot.
Then I placed a call to 911 at 1520, a call to Carl B at 1522, and then received an interrupted call from the City of SJ at 1523. I later left a voicemail message with Carl to visit us if he wanted per Mom’s request. He came and listened to reach of our sides.
Now after the well dressed officer met Manang Merced in her fancy red sequined dress for dancing, the officer witnessed the bitch come out smiling and waving at Manang Merced as she reversed in her whitish Benz from our left driveway.
The officer also noticed that Mom was visibly upset and Mom wanted to walk out to shut up the bitch. But the officer said to get inside the house. Sheesh.
I texted Carl B about the incident. He talked with us earlier and then to the bitch who lied.
Strangely, she has not attacked me but conveniently targeted Mom. The bitch agreed NOT to attack me.
But now well have to request an RO whenever. And to hear what the judge says in her decision. Whatever.
Oh, yeah. I noticed the bitch and her energy is more tolerable. I’m not v indictive angry or have that flight or fight pissed off anxiety.
Before she talked with the old guy, Mom and I talked aloud in the backyard. We heard her surly eavesdropping.
(First topics were that Mom told me per Aunt Norma’s phone call that Aunt Malouse never forgave Jaime her late husband and that if his sisters find out they’d be angry.
Mom retorted to Dad’s eldest sister that if James didn’t work until he died, Malouse wouldn’t have a house or access to his health insurance. Sheesh.)
Mom said people with money own Mercedes Benz in response to an old mumbled rant from the bitch during the conversation between Dad, Billy, and Melody about the new fence recently.
But in the conversation with Mom outside, I inserted the ‘encouragement’ to fix the shared fence for good property value in case we both need to sell the houses.
So yeah, I’ve observed that the reptilianz operate in the reverse. This is curious to my species. We need to learn more.
For example, her outburst may be loud but surprisingly, her form of communication is BOTH a reflection and a projection of her alternate reality upon those who has affected her programming.
Interesting. Do NOT doubt unto moi! I told Carl B this is more of a learning experience. Mom was comforted by Carl B. Thanks, Kuya!
29170215-0045. Examples of gang surveillance. Buzzing Mustangs. Fat guy in oversized black shirt on small bicycle. Two whitish hicks pausing in a monster truck on the intersection of MY long stretch of road. Other dog walkers, joggers with ear pieces, and drivers pointing at my red Trump Cat while talking with Carl B, whom I’ve yet to email my video evidence. Yup.
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Coughing Snakes
Yesterday, I remembered to power Steevo’s Desktop Succor Punch, which no longer has a blinking blue light to indicate if the unit is working. So this morning I have it on my desk at the temp job from hell. If it’s supposed to work, I noticed less people using the back door. Either that or I’m used to the noise of the slamming door.
However, Kim T. coughed by my desk at around 12:22pm after she faked printing out from the copy machine next to our desk area. I saw her force a fake cough a little bit. Her tongue was rolled like a taco and purple in color. That indicated she’s of a snake variety. She then forced a bigger cough. But I was already standing up and coughed loudly in response to her noise. The third one was also faked.
Too bad John, her V.P. boss is too weak to send her to Obama’s quarantine unit. As far as I’m concerned, I’m much taller than that Filipino breed and I shouldn’t be afraid of such annoyances.
Obviously, she’s a nutter from the way she’s behaving. If only this damn SP works harder, then she can go far away and take a long vacation for all I care. Maybe she’s allergic to her dirty work area, which is next to a wall of exposed metallic beams (painted in white) or even the food and drinks of tea. Tea is grass and people can be allergic to that stuff.
All I could conjure up were images of her swallowing a big rat into her big mouth, just like the reptoid `Diana` from the sci-fi, action, adventure televised show: “V” – you know, for Victory against these ALIEN invaders.
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Stepping Through
While doing my number two business into the toilet, I’ve read my favorite book and the section about `special projects`. Prior to pooping, I had wondered about my VERY telepathic J.B. from over three years ago. I was lying in bed and recalled how I sent out my distress signal via thoughts and how three entities `stepped through` from my right hand side where my wooden crucifix was hanging next to my bed room door.
Then a thought occurred: Since the world operates in symbols (and not through texts or sounds), I saw what the `cross sign` REALLY represents. It’s a `dimension shifting symbol` for entities to `step through` into our world especially when humans are going through deep emotional trauma. If y’all haven’t read what I mean, you should do more research on the blog of that particular event.
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Dying Dinosaurs
After viewing a YouTube.com video last night about how archeologists would blatantly lie about humans ever seeing dinosaurs alive, I’ve come to the conclusion that humans are murderers of truth! From the video, it appears that the dinosaurs were around 400 years ago!
And because people are too stupid and barbaric, they’ve driven these beautiful creatures to extinction. These people include the Chinese who continue their outdated tradition of eating bones (i.e. dinosaurs, tigers, etc.) and everything else for medicinal purposes. Stupid!
Other stupid people happen to be those horse-riding, medieval knights, who are shown spear heading dragons to death. Instead of seeing a hero, I see the poor creature dying at the mercy of a barbaric human. What did these dragons deserve?
Also, I noticed how modern chickens are being used as foodstuff for fat humans with big butts and wide girths. Even the chicken eggs and other bird eggs are being mass produced and thus salmonella has recently spread in San Jose, CA.
A thought occurred to me today that humans are basically merciless and are eating dinosaurs to extinctions. I see a resemblance through the eyes of certain dinosaurs and modern birds. I don’t like what humans will be capable of doing to dolphins and whales and the rest of the animals.
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Parasitic Knots
Like the mosquitoes sucking blood as it sustenance, I see the butterfly sucking nectar to live, too. Both are valid. Both are creations of the One.
There is only One and many versions thereof. What appears bad is bad. What appears good is good. Respectively, all vibrate and exist.
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20060726-New Suit
So I’ve been struggling to poop and came across page 273 in one of DB’s book. One sentence mentioned something about `a suit made out cement`. For the longest time, I couldn’t figure it out.
Of course and just like Paw, my imagination of `ADD` interconnects and associates one word or series of words and/or numbers. And this morning I’d like to provide more hints as to the spooks I’ve met online, say around April 4, 2006.
Around July 26, 2006 and July 27, 2006, the chatter online wanted a new suit. He needed money for a new suit. The amount was the same for another dude. The paper showed his cellphone number of the LATTER dude.
Based on my hunch, the twosome either knew about each other or the former got a hold of the LATTER via a goof I made at that time. But like I said, when I needed help no one was there. I prayed for answers. I got no response. But I was it – tag.
That was yet another test of my `sincerity`. I knew nothing then but felt bad about the deception later. My tummy was howling mad and my feet turned ice cold when the former got STUCK. Right there, the sign was not good. But I played along in good faith.
After all, it’s their karma and their souls that will pay the price. I’m waiting to see how they’ve enjoyed my hard work, knowing full well who they messed around with in the first place.
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Mental Chatter
OMG! If it weren’t for blogging, I’d talk to myself constantly. Everyday, I’d have lots of mental chatter and imaginations and thoughts that may or may not be my own. So whatever I enter into my blogs are supposed to be mostly my own creative work. But after being a contactee (so to speak), the mind meld is shared and expressed as either highly intelligent or belligerant rants.
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Alien Language
For awhile now, I get it. Coughing and spitting are two distinct classes of alien languages. It means: Hello! I’m here! After being so clueless for these past few years, I get it. So in response to these noises, I cough softly and `talk` to them in ultra-high or ultra-low frequency. I can’t be done. Just vibrate the throats enough to feel it move. Here are more stories from work of `aliens in disguise`.
I think gay people are disgusting, especially the skinny one who would ALWAYS cough loudly to announce his presence as soon as he enters the back door. He wears tight pants to show off his flat butt and wears a weird hair-do meant for the circus. What are these people trying to prove? Are they the next minorities who should be pitied upon by the majority of conservatives who view marriage between a man and a women?
And then today at lunch a stupid, old South Asian Indian hacked, coughed and spat in the kitchen sink as he was washing his dishes. Twice or thrice, I said (somewhat loudly over the stupid Filipinos talking LOUDLY in their language): `Disgusting!` These people are in America and so stupid and clueless that they get away with whatever grossness that should be done in private. The camera is mounted high up on the wall to video tape this dark-skinned moron.
Moreover, there are the usual Asians who this coughing and spitting means something normal from the old country. These morons, too, much die. For all I care they are small in their height, ways and definitely in their minds. It’s the year of 2010, idiots! Take a hint! You are in America now. Stop practicing your stupid customs and traditions. There are other cultures here who think you guys dress like bums and smell like bums.
Anyway, the South Asian Indian guys wear the nicest clothes. That’s for sure. Very nice.
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Alien Baby
I remember sitting in French class during high school. It was the senior year. At eighteen, I was too old to be told to throw away my chewing gum. I was being a rebel. I hated school.
I sat behind a Vietnamese guy, who showed me his pencil drawing of an alien baby. He asked me if his drawing looked like an alien baby. I said, “No.”
The drawing was a bi-pedal baby with proportional limbs and head of a human baby. But he drew in scales in very dark.
Right there I could put the pieces together, the reptoids existed then and now I’m learning about them online and sharing what I know via this weblog.
I still have the visual in my mind for downloading if interested.
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Tell The Truth
“Why are those thugs calling our land line? Did you call them up to tell them to stop calling our unlisted number? Don’t you think it’s proper to call them back and find out what’s going on? If you called them, why are they still calling our number?”
~Maw to Flynn a few minutes ago.
“Yes. I called them yesterday and told them off.”
~A liar’s forked tongue.
Can you honestly think I could tell my innocent parents the truth? I don’t think so.
Take for example Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. Now could you take away that falsehood from children and tell them plain and simply that these fictional characters were created for business profits and that they are people dressed up in costumes?
So call me a sinner and a liar. But that’s one of the price to pay. To hide the truth. It’s better that they not know my monkey business than to hurt their hearts and lay them down to sleep so early in their prime.
Do you think I could forgive TPTB for delaying the inevitable? I don’t think so.
Could you be so heartless and take away the toys of your children and watch their pride and joy melt before your eyes? I don’t think so.
Could you tell Flynn the truth why you’ve failed to tell her the truth? I don’t think so.
Just reveal who you are Pete and why you continue to hide behind your `mind melds`. The folks reading this blogs are already onto you, except me: I’m clueless.
To Obama and pals: You need to fix the FCC because they sure as heck cannot protect dumb people.
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Creaking Plates
I was re-reading a forum member’s response to `Oil spill much worse than thought`. He said that the oil lubricates the tectonic plates, much like the synovial fluids between the joints of people. And I truly see the planet as one organism and how it’s going through much `movement` because of Chitauli’s parasitic agenda.
So maybe it’s time to stop drilling for oil and look for alternative sources of energy. There has been lots of earthquakes in the Pacific Ocean. Some say the results were due to nuclear devices being detonated undersea. I believe too much oil is being taken out the planet, just to feed our energy consumption on petroleum.
Hmmm. I think that’s why petroleum jelly feels so smooth. It does moisturize the skin!