Dear Diary,
As life winds down, I’m falling behind in blogging. I don’t care about stuff as I used to. Conspiracy theories and other paranormal events don’t seem to make much of an impact upon my psyche as I drag my fat butt around the house, giving care to my two elderly parents and two remaining parakeets, as Rufus flew away last Wednesday atound 1220 PM by my hands, which opened the top of the cage to wipe down the wet plastic bars. He’s the third one that flew away by my hands.
He bounded, hopped, and jumped up and past the opening and flew into the Chinese backyard of persimmon trees, never to be seen again. Mom said she knew he wasn’t meant to be a caged bird. I believe most of us are caged, held hostage against our freewill. Let’s see if you story writers can make sense around this Dark Moon energy phase. Mom said that someone will find him. I can only hope.
Today went well as I mess us Pie Jesus and my tenor part of ‘martyres’. I grabbed a warm ‘bread of life’ from Joy and hurried out with my parents. I couldn’t bear to hang around that place. Too many Ilocano. Mom doesn’t like them and neither does my Uncle Rudy. They are only good for themselves. I wonder if CR our event planner is away of that tidbit known among Filipinos. Her husband Richard seemed fruity. Doesn’t she see that? OMG!
The pastor was nearby. And our local politician TBB hurried to meet up with Claire U, who used to live where Respondent now resides. Jesse, Claire’s husband, and fellow choir member, shook our hands. All three Ilocano actually acknowledged our presence. Wow. But y’all are still on my list of hugging Respondent, the repitlian enemy and spiritual nemsis.
We still have the boxed and bagged Halloween decors ready for displaying but my parents and I do NOT seem interested and usually Mom insists each time but not this time. Dad suggested we try NOT giving out candies. It’s all pagan, including Christmas, which Trump wanted to re-install. I really do NOT like celebrating these whitish or any cultural stuff. It’s nonsense and just adds to forced poverty, spiritual distraction and environmental pollution.
Anyway, last Sunday, I got a LARGE vertical piece of the main wafer the size of my middle finger and palm. I chopped down in my bite and didn’t feel a thing. The third and fourth Sundays ago, I also receive the main pieces of whitish crackers from the pastor. Sometimes, I just line up to receive from the droopy-eyed braggart.
Speaking of braggarts. Yesterday, Auntie Nadie shared her stories of travels to Peru, Machu Pichu, and taking tea of marijuana. She further added trips to Europe and Hola Noa in Hawaii because her grandson Justin has a dorm over there.
Whereas, an optical specialist who helped Mom with getting three new pairs of eyeglasses has never been outta the country. I’ve only been outta the country twice to the Philippines. I do NOT like travelling and don’t care leaving home.
What I do wanna learn is how to travel outta my body, explore other places NOT found in the travel books, come back into my body, and report on my findings via this blog. Maybe, I’d like to be a Mason or just a guru dinging my gong or bell in meditation while boosting my realm.
Yeahm so I’m running outta stuff to do. I imagine reading books after my parents pass on because they really take up too much of my time and energy that I don’t think for myself anymore. Anytime I try to suggest something, there is always a blockage that needs approval and probably for my own good as my ideas are out.
I’m left doing house chores, watching YouTube videos with Mom, and waiting for the Grim Reaper to stop all these stupid things called life. It’s such as drag. Once again, reality is displayed based on one’s imagination and stuff is presented before the consumer to demonostrate ‘reality’. I don’t like that piece of knowledge as it’s not good, bad, or dangerous. It just exists.
Thanks,
Evil Kitty Hiss