Happy Easter went well. The four of us attended early morning mass and ate breakfast at Denny’s. Das Squirrel tried to emphasize that we should focus on what the priest sermonized today: good.
But I kept repeating the word “expose”, meaning expose evil, dark forces and bad behavior, like his Twit Wifey. I later mentioned our tall giant paternal cousing Janet B and how she once mentioned her interest in being a prosecutor.
My point was that while Das Squirrel portrays the ‘defender” of bad behavior and putting up a good light even for criminals and letting his liberal and progressive mindset ruin his common sense, Mom and I portray the “prosecuting” side of exposing those who are NOT following correct convention, mannerisms, and overall good rational thinking or spiritual uprighteousness. I think that Buddhist philosophy burned his brain. Mom and I support Trump, by the way.
We drove him home and that was it for that day, except I sang at my choir mass as usual. The crazy bitch living next door to us didn’t serve as Communion/Eucharistic Minister, who must be in good standing. But she is twice divorced and yet my local church allowed her to desecrate the body of Christ. They refused to hear the complain of my mother in front of the office personnel in the rectory, even Sister Sarah the red-faced entity.
When we came home from early morning mass, after dropping off Das Squirrel, there were two cars parked and blocking the driveway. One was as scratched-up and rusty squarish van. Her maroon Dodge caravan was parked on the left driveway and ready to go.
The dark blue Honda Accord is still stuck and parked on the right driveway. I noticed a black-triangular block behind the left rear wheel after the white vehicle with CA license plate numbered three hex he are 649 and a chubby guy was seen repairing Virgil’s car with the hood up on 03/22/2016.
20160327-1744. Between 1015 and 1020 in the morning, we listened to El Rushbeau on our local radio station 560 KSFO. His broadcast was a day after I posted two of the dorky blogger’s quoted post about religion and how its mechanism uses enablers to foster its nefarious activities.
20160327-1742. While trying to drift off into my mid-afternoon nap, I had a thought about the image of the Crucifix. I was inspired by the veterinarian on YouTube and how he helps to save animal lives through surgery. As humans, we have the ability to help those below as represented by the nailed feet. As humans, we already can help each other laterally – hence the horizontal bar or the nailed hands. And those above can help humanz in areas we don’t understand – hence the vertical bar of crowned thorns.
20150316. Good Friday wasn’t good, except for the beautiful crispy, clear blue skies. The drivers were driving weird, faster than normal, and crazy. After the flea market and prior to the cross street exit of the steel recycling planet thereafter, a white car suddenly signaled left. And then when I continued on my right exit lane and approached his right side, he suddenly signaled right and braked hard because I was already there. It was a light-skinned purple crayon due to the sticky hair up. After shopping at the DeCa later that day, a white pickup truck stopped suddenly at the metered lighting after the Ellis on-ramp to NB HWY 101. I changed my mind to go left on this carpool lane. Two guys were in the truck. I noticed that lots of drivers would cut in front of Dad’s MB E430. I like driving 80 mph. Hmm.
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20160325. Every Tuesday, Gloria Z, the short Filipino-speaking Chinese woman attends noontime mass. Three days ago on Tuesday, Mom handed her hand-made duster gown, which had brown trimmings and a dark muted blue background color. She’s one the nice and humble Asians, unlike the Twit Wifey. Plus, she’s totally wealthy on her side and her Germanic husband’s side, too.
Later, Chuck C approached us in the parking lot. We were loading ourselves into Dad’s MB E430. I liked his smile, sincerity, and cow-licked hair. He kept repeating the word: “volunteer”. He had a grayish brown messenger-like sash bag over his left shoulder. He is born in September 16. Mom’s birthday is September 12. Both of them are tough, detail-oriented Virgos, and misunderstood for bitching.
Anyway, that Tuesday noontime mass, Dad got too loud and had started prayers out-of-sync and ahead of the rest of the parishioners. I pinched his right rib cage from behind Mom, turned to him, and mouthed: “Slow down” twice. He started and slightly smiled at me but suddenly got loud and angry at me INSIDE CHURCH after the second mouthing of words. Shit.
Later on this Thursday, Dad got loud again inside the DeCA because I placed our very first kale lettuce purchase into the grocery cart. His dark eyes were piercing like the shade of demonic possession, like Das Squirrel and Cousin Shill. Shit. We bought two more heads of fresh salmon after the Japanese woman rang the doorbell to the meat department and the guy who brought out the box. A Japanese shopper said her husband doesn’t eat fish and that she used to eat the salmon meat and not the head.
20160325. Last Monday or whenever, that Benjamin came over and shared a plastic bag of his small avocado. I wonder why he and the next door neighbor have avocado trees. Both are cray-cray, by the way. Anyway, I thought it was Das Squirrel visiting because I heard loud noises after the door bell kept ringing. I was barely coming outta my mid-afternoon slumber when I saw him looking through the reflection of our dresser mirror. I was wearing my CPAP. Dad was also napping upstairs and Benjamin may have heard Dad flush the toilet. Both of us didn’t greet him. He disclosed to Mom that his grandkid(s) may have cut their wrists due to the parents were fighting constantly. I don’t know if it was Steve’s kids or Jeannie’s kids.
20160325. Last Monday, two days before the appointment with the lung doctor, we came home from errands. Mom pooped into her underwear and smeared the front toilet. We don’t know what happened. Afterwards, her blood pressure went down. I believe the healing was due to the T.B. Joshua deliverance prayerful mantra of: “In the mighty name of Jesus Christ, be healed!” I kept repeating the mantra and voila!
20160325. We sat for the Passion of the Lord from 1330 until 1500 in the hall for overflow mass. We sat in the second row, left side, and behind Broncos fan. Two guys – blue jeans jacket and maroon long-sleeved sweat shirt with Broncos on left sleeve – and two women in black jean jacket and blue jeans. Of course, I sang loudly behind the kid. Hehe. I could see my big head in the blurry reflection of the glass window and the organist’s back, too! We left at 1305 when the Divine Mercy novena was starting. We weren’t hungry due to gorging on the Pancit Palabok cooked around 1030 AM. Yummy!
20160325-1420. After Mom and I used the OLOP toilet, we were headed back to our folded brown steel seats when suddenly Zinnia V opened her arms in recognition. I didn’t recognize her from far away. I hugged her. Mom didn’t recognize her and was dazed. She didn’t look up but was hunched over. She looke up at Ferdie Sand started to cry. Ferdie S is her nephew. It was the same thing that happened at SJSU when my cousin Analyne S (or Nalen as her older sister Angelyne or Angie would call her) greeted me from VERY far away but I only scowled because I didn’t recognize her face! These two sisters are fucked up.
Anyway, Ferdie S held Mom’s left hand as both sat down together with Zinnia V to her right and then me. Mom was crying to Ferdie S what wrong she has done to these people. Ferdie S has the maternal bloodline of forgiveness. He said that he has diabetes and that his siblings will change.
But Zinnia V is a snot with her bleached teeth and large-stoned jewelry and Apple wrist watch but traditional Filipino. She seemed sincere enough to want to visit with her nice new blue-teeth smile. She said Steevie S is graduating this spring or summer. She only nodded in confirmation that her cellphone number was the same. That was the only exchange we had. Sheesh. I just wasn’t connected in heart to these relatives after only a few years of no communication. They live off of Aborn.
20130323. Mom had me take a list for grocery: avocado, tomatoes, banana, whole milk, evaporated milk, chicken thighs, chicken drum sticks. As usual, we ended up buying more grocery because we can afford to do so.
20160318-2056. Mom reported what that Benjamin expressed to her: that his children don’t call. He and Mom feels remembered when children call instead of visiting in person. It means a lot to them. He said that it’s pretty lonely when you are alone. Mom told him that he shouldn’t expect the children to call. And she cited how my own brother and my father’s relatives don’t seem to connect or contact with us. They don’t call either. That Benjamin visited five days ago. But I had a mid-afternoon nap during his visit and didn’t come out to greet him. He complained that his grandkid(s) cutter themselves due the parents are always fighting. Then I thought of the fro. Hmmm.
20160314. Last night at around 0748PM, I saw earlier the time stamp of 0713PM on Mom’s blood pressure monitor. I guess I was switching between dimensions. It may be an interesting ‘time’ among government controlled mind programming. Hmm.
20160313-1002. Trumps talks to counter liberal changes. Mom mentioned how we no longer are allowed to hug, kiss or pray in public. Mom said Trump will go back twenty years ago. I was thinking that I don’t like religion or holidays or man-made busyness. I just wanna enjoy being outdoors without forcing anyone to celebrate anything or anyone.
20160313-0509. Two day ago, I was praying too hard and thought of plastic cling wrap protecting my aura and energy signature from energy drain by vampires. I kept trying to cut their cords. I pulled in whatever take took from me without my permission. I wanted to stop the parasites from trespassing against me. In front of me and two more off the sides, I saw three Asian women rub their left temples in unison! Stupid agents! I continued to ‘wrap things up’ and push more prayerful expression outwards.
20160311-1925. Earlier during our luncheon at Korea Garden, we were shown a table. I saw table number seven on the left front corner to the open side of this table. After I got up from the leather-covered booth, I looked down again at the table number and saw number four on the right front corner of the table! I may have mistaken this third table from the second table on the left sided wall upon entering. I’ll have to check again later on whenever we return. I may have been shifting or switching between dimensions again. Sheesh.