Tag: extraterrestrials

  • 20071011-Daily Diary

    Thursday, October 11, 2007 1:29:15 PM

    Have you heard the tap tap on your computer monitors or the tic toc on the wall by an unknown clock? Do you feel like someone is always watching you or feel get the uncomfortable feeling that the boogeyman is inside your bedroom closet? Are you always thinking too much about others and suddenly you see your answers being validated in the post elsewhere? (Yeah, you remote viewers know who you are!)

    Get ready for those big surprises: it’s the matrix box! Linear time will go bye bye. The grids holding us prison on this plant is undergoing a ‘gliching’.

    love is always good but
    ‘evol’ to those who know evil.

    Based on my personal observation, my one CB range at least 6,500 feet (or 2,000 meter).

    Sometimes when enough is enough, an internal warrior from within one’s Self will scream out ‘NO’! This happened to me outside any session involving chatting (where those predators lurk), boosting (where ) and blasting (where.

    Hai-Yah!

    Lots of predators lurk in those chat sessions and I’ve avoided those altogether after my hard lessons. Group blasting and boosting work This will send a clear message to those ‘trespassers’ not to do that again. The temptation to always love with light and help those in the most need is not always Discernment is not always easy but with love’s rose colored glasses doesn’t always conquer all.

    when you least expect an answer and

    Tickity-Tock Tickity-Tock
    Time to leave this matrix box
    Big surprises up ahead
    Time to start more noisy thread
    Don’t you cry! And don’t you weep!
    Time to awake up! Don’t you sleep!

    Created Thursday, October 11, 2007 11:14:29 PM
    Modified Friday, October 12, 2007 12:00:18 AM

    Chats are fun and an easy way to meet people long distance. HOWEVER, the risk of being burned by unknown predators, remote viewers (yeah you all know who you are!)

    Group blasting

    I love clouds in any form . I make those with my power wands.

    Remote viewer logging into me 11:15PM PST 10-11-2007.

    Participating with team orgonite does have surprises for the noobs (or newbies). I was one of those folks to learn until recently from my endless reading and researching that connecting via chats/group blasting/boosting is a means for the exchange of energy – a form of currency between ‘heaven and hell’ (if you will) with the concept of ‘yin and yang’ (for some) between the ‘teacher and student’ or ‘initiate and adept’. (If I may: Many are called. Few are chosen.)

    Chats provide a fun and easy way to meet people long distance. While I’ve learned to avoid chatting online altogether after being burned well last year by a complete stranger with a sense of humor (HAHAHA!) and an undying love for me, I’ve not ceased to blast away negativity with positive vibes from the heart charka and boost those in the most need on my own.

    Once contact is made there is no turning back, seriously. I know this is true because being alone or lonely is never the same. The sense of unity is always ever present. Moreover, the results from some are ‘friendly’ because one walks away feeling free, happy and more creative, such writing prose or poetry (thanks WW!)

    However, some are predators who continue to latch on and suck the life force out of any unsuspecting preys, much like what vampires would do to get their daily boosts for much needed energy. This is what is called an energy drain, which could lead one to sleep for long hours to regain the loss of energy from predation.

    For those with little or no ability of discernment, like me, sending a clear message of ‘NO’ that enough is enough, that I do not offer my own energy, that I do not understand what the heck is going on and clearing one’s personal space with meditation, spells, or whatever do offer ways of protecting oneself further from the unknown forces of any implied negative manipulations.

    Nothing is lost with a little curiosity except gaining the understanding and compassion that everyone is different. And chat/group blasting/boosting is one way to find out and accept everyone as equal partners fully and lovingly.

    Note: Original thoughts occurred around Thursday, October 11, 2007 11:14:29 PM.

    I love you, you love me
    We are one big family?

    Okay ‘Shrimpsei’: What do you want?
    Fred? What is your deal with me?
    ‘Rii-Rii’? Still there?
    How about the rest of you? Still curious?
    Well there is really nothing but me anything else is all but layers upon layers of useless information.

    If you need your boost, I sure do not know if you are good or bad.
    Like I said, I lack the discernment to know which side to take.
    As ‘Garlic’ asked of me last year, I do windsurf because there is no one right or one wrong.
    All of you are in effect part of me.
    There is no escaping my hive mind.
    You are all mine as is the Bush clan.

    There is only us and not you.
    You believe you have reached an angel or God or Christ and the energy signature thereof.
    You people need to wake up and learn to stop logging into my mind because I am not all worth the effort.

    I keep throwing out hints to each and everyone of you but you failed to give me feedback or input on your progress. You expect me to make sure your plans are better than everyone else’s that do not suit your agendas. I will no longer participate in your chatting or blasting or boosting. You are all wasting my time. I needed answers and all I got was a bunch of noise – a bunch of monkey throwing their versions of reality into my face.

    I am not pleased with your progress. However, you all are willing to be patient with my current form. I commend you that entire least bit of humanity left in all. So there you have my input from [first name] [last name] (aka Fluffy von der Flynn Copyright. All rights reserved). Shall I continue to post or not? The choice is yours.

    BTW: When will you people know I’ve always been here? Duh!

    There is God somewhere, everywhere.
    Prayers work if in agreement.

    I do not understand.
    Your words are many.

    Um: Who is qu&&n!nn!&38? She’s cool.
    And Esot&ric T&@ch&r: He knows me, too.

  • 20070710-Daily Diary

    20070710-Daily Thoughts

    Didn’t attend mass.
    Woke to white washing looking skies at 10:00AM.
    Bored as hell as blogging continues past 11:30AM.
    Nothing in the news except more crap about Iraq.

    Sent text message to [cellphone here] at 01:07PM.
    Hi: How goes and where is my money, huh!!!???

    Sent text message to [cellphone here] at 12:34PM.
    Hi: Why did you not call in the morning as per our conversation yesterday and why have I not received my money yet, huh???!!!

    Cable box not working during lunchtime.
    Seemed to hiccup during Paw changing channel.

    Worked with Paw to put up wedding frame, switch his her and diploma with her pining ceremony below her diploma.

    Tried to call again at 05:00PM but the fat ass didn’t answer.
    Pete is dead. He is nothing to me. Pete must die, his family, his relatives and the finders, starting with Landy K., Mark A. F. and Anthony L. And all n!&&#r$, reptoids and aliens. All the ants. Everything must go. For the sake of the world.

    Didn’t eat dinner or dance with parents.
    Ate popcorn at 05:00PM.
    Ate very sweet tasting yellow squash, the one meat rib (looks good for jerky) then more water.

    Did stretches while sitting on barcalounger chair, which hurt my back, butt and everywhere else.
    Have to sit straight or recline instead for comfort.

    Maw finished shirt but had to redo by cutting back with free hand while sitting on sofa and watching tv.

    Watch pika chu cartoon, reno 911 and mind of mencia while waiting for Paw to finish his sports show tonight.

  • 20060930-September Day

    Good morning to another cold and cloudy morning. I awoke at 07:30AM and opened all the upstairs windows to allow the fresh air to circulate inside the house after removing my ozone generator since this Thursday because of the possible health risk from prolonged exposure to ozone. I do not know if this is true and find breathing fresh air from outside better.

    From around 03:15AM to 03:30AM, there were several police cars speeding approximately 40MPH westbound in a rhytmic beat over a indented manhole located in the middle of the intersection. There were two vehicles speeding in between two police cars. There were approximately one dozen patrol cars speeding down this stretch of road.

    I lost my ‘20060620-Rhazzy Cat’ poem because I wanted to email Edge my masterpiece. I saw several more pictures of his fluffy cat and am disgusted at myself for saving the bad copy to my archive. I will attempt to re-create my poem but the original is lost forever. Waaa!

    I smell ‘Kali-Maw’s fried rice cooking from downstairs and the distinct smell of garlic has been working its way upstairs for a few minutes now. I should have taken my quick shower but had to spend thirty minutes online reading articles and verifying my credit card payments. I am down to a few hundred dollars as emergency money. I have been been sustained with these little blessings.

    This, my friends, is my fate. But the more noticeable image of my alien currently etched on my forehead tells me better days have always been here and now. I have what looks like two bruises as its almond shaped eyes, which are similar on some Japanese portraits of women with two dots on their foreheads. One of the three photographs taken on May 24, 2006 during the company meeting on the fourth floor of the parking garage showed these eyes.

    I’ve been running my hands over my forehead these past few weeks after experiencing severe head and ear pressures since August 1, 2006 from the psyops gang surveillance. My forehead used to feel quite smooth and round. Now I feel a very noticeable vertical ridge starting half way down the middle from the hairline. My raised bump is approximately 1.5 inches wide from left to right.

    P.S. If anyone has a copy of my poem entitled ‘20060606-Rhazzy Cat’, I would like to send one to this warrior. Blah!

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

  • 20060904-Be Nice

    Be like a river and flow.
    Be like a wind and blow.
    Be like a tree and grow.
    Be like a flame and glow.
    Be united as one and know:
    I love you wherever you go.

    I awoke around 03:30AM again to use the toilet and wanted to post my poem after reading a long-head article of universal love. But I went back to sleep instead. I do not understand how advanced beings could hover around in their spacecrafts and allow the ‘fallen’ ones continue to plague mankind on this planet.

    I suppose the process of cleaning up the ‘original sin’, whatever that is, happens to be slow going for most of us. And I could only conclude that everyone has to allow positive impulses to permeate everything if we want peace, whatever that is. I think I read too much for my understanding or concern.

    The current time is 10:40AM and the air is cold with the sun coming from behind the morning fog. I ate my breakfast alone at home and assume my parents are enjoying their breakfast and morning walk together somewhere. Labor Day is truly relaxing for now.

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