Tag: conspiracy

  • 20060629-Sweet Tidings

    A third poem to JB of Florida in response to ‘his’ third poem to me…

    Dear:
    For me,
    I could see
    how unending
    your love for me could be.
    And your true love is unbending.
    The stars above and below are shining.
    Let us walk together on sandy beach and hear
    a sweet tune of love from angels singing.
    With the magic of sweet tidings,
    I’ll wipe away your tear.
    Feel my blessing
    without fear
    to be
    near.

    First attempt at Diatelle poem.
    Inspiration based partly on photo dated 04-28-2005…

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060629-A Poem to Flynn

    You’re the world to me–
    there’s no one quite like you.
    You’re the one I love,
    the one I want to touch.
    I give you my heart,
    and I need you so much.
    Offer me your sweet caresses;
    fill me with your wonderful light;
    soothe my aching heart;
    and hold me through the night.
    The mere sound of your voice
    summons deep emotion within
    Like an old familiar song
    like the comfort of a friend.
    When you’re near,
    I’m lost to thoughts of love
    as you touch me with a magic
    that’s as grand as stars above.
    I want to hold your hand.
    I hunger for your kiss.
    Offer me sweet tidings
    of true love’s tender bliss.
    I promise our love shall soar,
    carried on the wings of a dove.
    So give me your heart,
    and bless me with your love.

    A poem to Flynn from a ‘JB.’

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060627-June Blessing

    Second poem to JB of Florida in response to his second poem to me…

    Words
    of love
    from within
    have found a heart.
    She patiently waits.
    and sees his hope rising.
    Search no more for I AM here.
    His thoughts are of her and his love.
    She welcomes her fate with open arms.
    Oh, Providence! Grant us your wondrous signs.
    Opened are the gates that welcome them home.
    Blessed be their union forever.
    With Him standing to her right,
    the lonely angel takes flight.
    With heavy heart and tears,
    she closes her eyes.
    A dream has been
    sealed by a
    lasting
    Kiss.

    First attempt at etheree…

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060627-A Poem to Flynn

    since u came into my life,
    i’ve looked forward to each sunrise,
    the early morning,
    with u in my arms,
    the midnight skies with us beneath a zillion stars moves me.
    u make feel like no one else.
    i like the person i am when i’m thinking of u.
    u bring out a part of me that i never knew existed,
    a part that was born with our first kiss,
    u made me complete,
    now i have a reason to try;
    now i have a cause,
    in all the wonderful things life has to offer.
    u took my hand and drew me into the light,
    and u saw in me all the qualities that no one else had ever noticed.
    u gave me hope, inspiration, pride, and love.
    yes, i love u, for all these seasons and for so much more.
    i love u for being yourself
    ,and u i love u bcos of the person u made me..

    A poem to Flynn by a ‘JB.’

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060624-June Beginning

    A poem to JB of Florida and his ever ‘watchful’ eyes…

    I have been acquainted with your bright Light.
    I have answered the tune on winged grace.
    I have walked beyond one dark, summer night.

    I have read some hope written on your face.
    I have met my ardent lover in June.
    I wanted to thank you in an embrace.

    I have cherished your poem before noon.
    Each time we connect and without our fears,
    We shall meet online or in person soon.

    Your painful past will lead to no more tears.
    The flowers you send are like blessed doves.
    Together we will fly throughout the years.

    I have been acquainted with your deep love.
    Better days are beginning from above.

    Second revision at terza rima…

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060624-A Poem to Flynn

    I love and adore u

    I heard the music when true love called,
    a song sent from heaven on silver wings.

    The whole world was dreaming,
    wisps of light streaming,
    as the stars spilled their magic upon you and me.

    The tune was more lovely than the nightingale’s song,
    more delicate than a rose weeping,
    yet as powerful as the sun leaping
    to shed golden ribbons in herald of dawn.

    And I bow down before you,
    the one my eyes have longed to behold,
    my lonely heart pining,
    love Light shining,

    I swear that I shall love and adore you.

    A poem to Flynn from a ‘JB.’

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060620-Rhazzy Cat

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    Rhazzy Cat 20060617-1622

    Rhazzy
    With both eyes closed
    And two front paws in air
    Concentration with might
    Furry cat upside down on tabled Edge
    Overtime work with orgonite
    Defend us with your pair
    Fight done — he dozed.
    Rhazzy

    Re-created this lost rictameter poem about a photo of a cat owned by ‘Edge‘.

    Copyright © FVDF. All rights reserved.

  • 20060618-Enlightened Kitty

    ‘If something happens, be assured it was planned this way…’ (FDR)

    As part of my ongoing quest to seek the Truth, I managed to totally, like, confuse myself further with other quotes and philosophical ideas. The answers outside me are endless and pointless. And I have personally concluded that I will no longer question anything that does not make sense to me but believe and have faith that all is good and loving.

    This does not mean I will stop fighting for a cause or give up my current religious belief system. This does not mean I will revert to an uncivilized, unshaven monkey and start hurting the sleeping people who refuse to wake up to their personal chains of enslavement. I could only spoon feed some useful data to those who are willing to learn beyond the confines of their darkened caves.

    Tonight, I’ve quickly read various articles online, somewhat absorbed the data into my big brain and entered to this blog: of non-violence as the shield of God; of human experience as the best teacher; of destroying that which brings Truth; and of bringing down the barrier of insanity. The insane part is trying to find the answers.

    I can tell you right now the conspiracy theories are many and perhaps contain some data of truthfulness. I have been watching recent programs on televised cable networks on UFO’s, aliens, Masons and some weird codes. In the beginning, I watched those to my enjoyment. Later, I did my research, which led me to believe that I may have been playing a tiny part of this whole bull ‘spit’ all this time.

    Who knows? I only give my inner guidance credit for allowing me to explore the dating scene as an apprentice in love, for example. I’ve met strangers while waiting in line of a police station; attending a martial arts class for GE college credits; answered a newspaper ad once and found out he attended my high school and fell out of two relationships with co-workers from ten and three years ago.

    Back in 1998, I’ve posted some personal ads, started chatting online and meeting strangers this way. This form of communication is quick and decisive. There is less chance of misunderstanding when reading one’s thoughts this way. Plus, it is less lonely and boring. I’ve gone out with three so far and may have the courage to meet a fourth chatter in person.

    The first guy from eight years ago was a young lad, a genius and a son of a local police. I felt something was amiss and assumed that he was part of this whole dating scheme. I’ve never heard from him since that time. I didn’t understand why he simply disappeared.

    The second guy from six years ago got me involved with a bunch of people that may have pierced the third veil. Destiny has heard my thoughts to help those in need. And these people got my help via the sacrifice of my hard work. I gave everything I had knowing that nothing could be given away without a price, which is similar to a parable of the pearl.

    The third guy from five years ago had Asiatic eyes. He and another with similar eyes from twenty years ago were quite helpful, soft spoken and highly intelligent. I would consider my encounters with both of them as the fifth kind. I thank them for their presence.

    Now what is this Truth seeker trying to convey? This is difficult to explain because words cannot describe my personal experiences. Basically, the greatest price is losing one’s life to attain God as Truth. For example, one of my closest associates happens to be a ‘Moron’ and he almost lost his life in an auto accident.

    I personally do not believe this is a case of a mere accident. Because when some people get too close to the truth, they would end up losing their lives. If not their lives, some would get beaten up severely and thrown into jail to silence the truths.

    My point is the removal of these same hard working people would not stop God from teaching us hard lessons. Once again, I believe the real targets are not only the truth-seekers but the very people who try to pull us out of our existence as slaves to the unknown.

    My hardest lesson has yet to unfold as I try to explain to my readers that no life could exist without the divine blessing in the first place. I believe my purpose as a student in this lifetime is to share what I’ve come know and help whenever possible.

    I will have come full circle from working hard to sacrificing all to returning the fruits of my labor to those people who helped me realize my path. I still have no idea how I managed to survive to tell my stories.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060610-Open Up

    ‘I’ll huff and I’ll puff!’ said a large character to smaller ones from a tale. That’s how I felt tonight when I tried to deliver Brats’ remaining property from our house to his house. I kept insisting that I must fulfill my end of the hard work no matter how tired Brat was from hiking four hours with Twit today.

    The story goes faithfully that I too was tired to admit I’ve done the best I could to assist Brat move out of the house. I worked four hours until 06:00PM when my bio-units arrived home from their usual 05:00PM evening mass. Until I fully recover from my flare ups, I could not sit comfortably on the pews made out of hard wood.

    I brought down and boxed up a box of ‘PlayBull’ magazines and another box of CD’s and tapes; stuffed five big handled bags full of bottled glasses for model making; of DVD’s; of guitar music books; of comic books; of three car models; and stuffed the Mazda with these items along with an acrylic case; a broken model plane and a model tank in a box.

    I did these packing activities in the mid-afternoon after I’ve felt strong enough to bear the pain of my three day flare ups, which have been manageable, thanks in part, to my late decision of taking a couple of pain killers yesterday. I do owe much to rest and relaxation earlier today from 10:30AM to 12:00PM and with the assistance of some light pink lighting I received.

    My conscience was free and I opened up myself to doing only good deeds; since there was little else to do on a slow day. My understanding was that Brat is too busy from work to come by our house to pack up whatever is left from our house. His work does require lots lifting and dealing with vendors and users of computers all day.

    I kept calling his cell phone but no one answered. I also left two voice mail messages to inquire how his day was and if he could call me back. But he never left his message that he received mine. I had expected a short invitation to his house so I could deliver his ‘mail’.

    Prior to the arrival of my bio-units at 06:15PM from attending mass, I decided to check if he was home. I rang his door bell three times and no one answered. I went around the right of the fence and peeped over to see if I could dump his stuff that way.

    I decided against trespassing in this manner. But I did hear the washer and dryer making noise upstairs as I continued to peep over the fence. Then I made my way in front of the garage and did hear some moving noises inside. My hunch was they were home.

    At 08:00PM, what I got was another mouthful of the ‘Eli-Ball’ temper instead. He claimed he was too tired from having fun today with Twit and he insisted that tomorrow Sunday would be a better day to pick up his property. For whatever reason, he kept on insisting to have his way only by refusing my delivery tonight.

    I knew this was my only chance to drive the already stuffed Mazda with his property because his inconsistent schedule has always conflicted with ours. I knew he was they type that didn’t like others dictating his time, especially when he has to lift a finger to do more cleaning at his house.

    So, I rang the door bell three times and there was no response after I had told him of my arrival. I phoned him again at 08:08PM to make sure I got his ‘permission’ to dump his property at his door where he requested. He once again got angry at me for not informing him earlier of my plans when he already knew I was coming over to his house.

    I hurriedly dumped all his property with much frustration and anger since he did not share my enthusiasm of helping to pack in the first place. I screamed through the closed front door that his stuff is waiting for him. But still there was no sign of either people.

    I left in disgust and wondered why he would be determined not to let his own bio-units come into the house uninvited. My speculation is that he would use tonight’s situation to strengthen his leverage so Twit’s bio-units won’t visit unexpectedly as I have done tonight.

    This tactic is assumed to be very wrong because Brat, who is rude to his own bio-units, could promote the idea that she could disrespect us after gifting them a fine down payment in the five digits for the house. So technically, we could blow the house down with our breath.

    Today, I’ve asserted no ill will by doing this last help for these two Asian twits, who continue to practice bad manners towards their own bio-units AND in America. They truly represent the pigs in another tale.

    The moral of the story: Open up your front doors to greet strangers as you would open up your hearts to meet your loved ones.

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    Sunday June 11, 2006 – 04:33am (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060608-Fires Below

    The fires below continue to brew as my seething anger continues to increase. My knowledge on certain events and persons may have much impact on a global scale. But no on really cares as they waste their precious time and taxpayers’ money on my efforts to be truthful, yet entertaining.

    I could be truthful about the effects of coming full circle and how I’ve come to blog of my simple life as a novice writer. There is nothing to hide except my being exposed to the various religions preaching its dogmas; to the charismatic leaders encouraging their followers; and to the international bankers fooling the likes of me.

    I could be entertaining about the mundane events, such as having my fires below. Mr. Roy and Roy Jr., for example, are two of my hamsters that I’ve sprouted as imagery to describe my painful conditions. They are not birthed normally as children would be but have appeared on an important part of the anatomy.

    Probably their presence is from sitting long hours in front of the computer both at work and at home; ingesting supplements too sensitive for my body; eating hard food too much, too fast and with little water; and exercising too little for my own good.

    The fear is an untimely appearance by Mr. Brown. The moment it does could cause severe pain that is not very pleasant to experience. I could almost see myself shivering from the strain of it passing downward. So far today there was no sign of it.

    Shivering from pain and cold is what happened to TC recently. We found out from the vet today that she is underweight and needed protein to increase her bulk. So we managed to buy the supplement to add to her diet.

    Unfortunately, we have to feed her by hand to get her energy and strength back. I noticed she would fly down to the tray below to eat but pecks at nothing. She does appear to have trouble swallowing too.

    Simon was the second one we submitted to be seen by the vet. He had overgrown beak and nails that got trimmed. Unfortunately, the blood vessel was too far that the vet could only trim a little. He will have to visit the vet in two months.

    Our visit with vet from 07:30AM to 09:00AM took longer than expected because there were dog people that got ahead in the line. Also, the charts for the parakeets were not set up fast enough. This is what happens to the walk-in appointments.

    We went home; had breakfast; hosed down the parakeets, except Fat Budge and TC; and cleaned up. I packed up the three cages we used to haul the birds today and placed in the garage for storage.

    Later ‘Shiva-Paw’ and I retrieved items that he thought were recyclables. If he didn’t know the purpose for these items, he meant to throw them away. I found out because last night, when I was cleaning out the kitchen cabinet, I couldn’t find my air filter recharge kit.

    The wispy clouds have made their majestic presence over our Bay Area again. I’ve taken lots of photos during the morning hours until 01:30PM. Then the sky got clear blue until 04:30PM when I woke up. A long trail cloud over the west hills loomed around 07:30PM.

    I took photos of Bugsy’s first nap on the swing. He has overcome his fear of setting foot on the moveable object. I’m still suffering greatly as I blog on bended knees and have yet to upload the pictures into my computer and into my blog accounts.

    By the way, the blogger.com service has not been working properly and a system message has been posted to notify user that they would perform a service. That is convenient. I hope they match the timestamp posted with the atomic clock. This blog had a time stamp which was ten minutes earlier than actual time.

    Fire is burning hot and below is a place of suffering. Today is the second day of my flare ups. And I could only lie down or stand up to avoid painful pressures. I couldn’t think of anything intelligent to do while at home except try to blog while kneeling down in front of my computer.

    With the aide of the almighty pain killers, I managed to tuck in both Mr. Roy and Roy Jr. back beyond closed doors. That was around 09:30PM as I tightened the locks to make sure they do not escape. The ointment worked its miracle as it stung and burned as I are muscled in the hamsters continuously.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060606-Voting Day

    Today, I’ve voted in the Primary Election of 06-06-06. This was located in a local church near a post office. The outside of the building looked like an ordinary two-story office building with lots of windows. The inside looked very clean, brightly lit and mostly beige and white in color.

    I had the Succor Punch pointed at the building from inside my car. I took some pictures of the middle words only and saw some wispy clouds hovering in the SW section of the parking lot. The front doors of this place were facing due west.

    There were booths with empty clocks and various displays of books, booklets and magazines near the registration area. I tried to read the accomplishments of this fellow who wrote the organization’s book. His picture looked similar to one of my holistic fellow.

    But I had to go to where the voting actually took place, which was inside the chapel of this establishment. The chapel section looked like a temple. There was a podium directly in front of the double door. The podium had the symbol of a cross in the middle of the podium.

    Two tables were located to either the right or left. I guessed correctly and took left table because I didn’t know my precinct number, which happened to be 1414. The Filipino lady was first to help because she was the same one who helped my bio-units earlier this morning.

    Unfortunately, they couldn’t find my name under this main roster and I ended up signing some booklet of permanent residence where they found my name with the help of the second worker. If I am truly FREE, I would not settle down in any one place or sign anything to prove I lived at any one time.

    As I tried to get my electronic voting card from the third assistant, some Asian man make loud statements to my left. He wore light blue outfit of short sleeves, shorts and brown sandals. He had some gray hair with a beard.

    I suppose he saw what had transpired in the difficulty with finding my ‘missing’ name. I didn’t have my booklet with me because I requested to save paper by not receiving mail.

    He made an issue that the people working at the polls were not doing their jobs because they did not ask for either identification or pre-printed name on booklet.

    I couldn’t understand why this type of person made a big deal with proper identification. He sat down as instructed because all electronic booths were taken. He mumbled twice underneath his breath that this is a joke.

    If this is a joke, then he should not have participated in the voting or sat down next to me. I mumbled underneath my breath that it was too bad and that we are all powerless. I’m glad I don’t date those people.

    As I waited sitting down to get my card, a brown haired guy, who was wearing a dirty green shirt and green cargo pants and who wanted to switch from being a Democrat to a Republican.

    But according to the third guy, the voter was stuck with his chosen party and couldn’t change his mind at the last minute. There is no justice here again.

    I was ill prepared as usual because my logic (just like Brat) is that we citizens are not entirely well informed to know exactly what ‘really’ would be the results of these prepositions and candidates. I voted based on background and names.

    I cast my vote and saw the print out being rolled upward inside this black canister. I did not get my usual tear-off receipt from a card to prove I voted. Instead, I received a ‘I Voted Touch screen’ sticker to wear as ‘proof’ I ever came to vote.

    I slowly left the building because I wanted to read the displays and memorize what I could never see again in a long while. I picked up an ‘happiness’ booklet to read at home and at my leisure. And at 06:00PM, I was on my way home with some pictures from the parking lot.

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  • 20060529-Trail Walk

    Today has been filled with lots of good weather: blue skies; warm temperatures and our complimentary trail clouds overhead. I awoke at 09:30AM; entered a blog elsewhere and wasn’t ready to do anything else.

    Maw made lots of angry conversation earlier this morning downstairs. I didn’t realize Paw almost caused another near accident coming from the post office. At least Maw was there to scream at him so both won’t get hurt.

    Paw seems to become more feeble minded. And Maw has been and always has pulled the most weight in decision making around the house. Now my assistance to pull almost all three weights around is beginning.

    As designated driver to these two and whenever possible, my task today is to drive so we could walk along the shore line. At the last minute, we decided to buy our three sandwiches of egg salad and two smoked turkey to eat as lunch later on.

    At 10:30AM and prior to getting onto northbound Highway 101, a large trail cloud was already being laid closer inland, from north to south and over the Westside hills of the Bay Area. The wind did not blow the whole morning. This major trail and many smaller ones stuck in the skies.

    About 11:00AM, I missed the exit and made my way back to the familiar one. I missed Brats cell phone call at 11:10AM. We parked closest to the restaurant as usual and got out to enjoy the day.

    Immediately, I took my camera out and started taking pictures of the whole mess in the skies. For whatever reason, certain spots were being marked with cross patterns. We were directly underneath some trails.

    By 11:30AM, I’ve taken a few pictures of geese with their clutches. These babies still had their gray colored down. Families of geese were eating the grasses of this park. Some were drinking water near an orange colored, construction cone.

    While leaving Maw to rest wherever she chose, Paw and I continued to walk around the paved place and I was beginning to feel the heat from my gray colored pullover with the ‘W#b#x Finance Team’ logo embroidered on the left front.

    I took more pictures of these cross patterned clouds in the skies; the patrol light plane above; the lake with people sailing and paddling; and some wild flowers. I did not get a chance to take pictures of squirrels and took a dark snapshot of a bird sitting underneath the shade of this one tree.

    There were cyclist ‘watching’ and wearing either yellow jerseys and dark shorts and shirts. There were old and young people walking and running. One guy was wearing no shirt as he casually strolled around where adults and children were sitting down to have their meals.

    We wanted to look for Maw and made our way back toward the main area where people were playing Frisbee; having birthday parties and bicycling or rollerblading. From our counterclockwise walk of almost thirty minutes, we emerged from in front the bathroom area.

    I noticed two people we intercepted earlier under the back part of the shaded trail of tress: one dark haired guy and possibly his dark haired son. I felt both his son’s stare earlier and the dad’s stare through my dark shades and beige colored cap later. I was walking to the left of Paw in both instances.

    As we neared their position, the dad immediately got up from his corner position of a patch of grass, which is near the main launch pad of paddleboats and sailboats. He then stood directly behind his bicycle. I laughed to my frustrated self and mentally thanked the guy for this sweet humor.

    Later, we found Maw sitting on one of the benches overlooking the lake. Unfortunately, there was no shade of trees and her red and pink umbrella of flowers did not offer the cooling effects I needed from underneath my pull over.

    I did not want to step on the food and green colored poop of these geese. But that was the only way we could pick up Maw and rest a few minutes before I complained of being hungry and feeling overheated from sitting at this bench. I have yet to wash my white rubber shoes.

    So we sat in the Mazda and ate our sandwiches until we decided that it was time to go home. I asked Paw for a ‘booger rag’ and began to pick my nose and found that my left nostril had the most. I did not care if golfers to my right or drivers to my left saw me picking my boogers.

    We drove home but got on south 85 in error. I made my way back to east 237 to exit onto southbound 101. I kept looking at the sky and realized that some work needed to be done. I didn’t initially request for anything to happen.

    I kept taking pictures above and found more trail clouds with two more noticeable ones above me were being laid. I could only mumble to myself and shouted at the noisy cars passing by while cleaning my Mustang. I’m a frustrated girl, I suppose.

    I screamed ‘I’m a slave!’ while cleaning the Benz and prior to their arrival from an errand of picking up medication and looking for white slippers. This is the price of living rent free with free home cooking by Maw.

    With the help of Maw wiping down the cars and of Paw vacuuming the interiors, we managed to clean all three cars from 01:00PM to 03:00PM. Maw and I took our showers as Paw finished up his activities. Laundry is being done as I blog.

    My energy level was surprisingly strong today and I did not feel drained. Recently I’ve experienced little pain of doing normal activities like: stooping forward, bending knees, lifting arms and wiping well. My walking activities have increased as a result.

    Today, however, should not have encouraged those damn trail mixers to increase their efforts. I am dismayed that some continue to play this game of making trail clouds to pollute our beautiful blue skies. We all should instead be walking together in peace and harmony.

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