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  • Black Doberman Dog

    While the MUSLIMS were digging up our rose bushes, a black doberman pincher dog was seen wandering around MY long stretch of road. It looked directly into my eyes and happily trotted up into my direction. I was at the front door when I saw it and it was still en route halfway from the road. Several cars had to swerve to avoiding hitting it. It got distracted and went back to “Terry’s” house.

    I saw that is was trying to cross the street again but kept shooing it away — this time from behind the chain link fence — because I didn’t want it to get hit by an oncoming black SUV, which, thank goodness, slowed to a stop and barely honked its honk to the dog away from in front of it.

    I watched it for a couple of minutes more. I was sniffing around the Filipino’s house located near the yellow fire hydrant. And then a van full of Asians were at a stop sign. It went upon the passenger side window and pawed to see if anyone was friendly enough. But the driver shooed it away.

    I then ran back into the house and grabbed the phone book and quickly dialed a number. A guy answered and I wanted to know if I reached the correct number, which he read off to me as 408-794-7297 for the animal control of San Jose, CA. From the time I made the first erroneous call, I peeped out the front door to see no black dog. It had disappeared.

  • Weird Revelations

    I’ve read that long-headed article “http://www.scribd.com/doc/403303/The-Revelations-of-an-Elite-Family-Insider-2005” between a “questioner” and the “insider”. Most feels legitimate. I see key words, such as “temperance”, “bloodline”, and “checkmate”. I sense “theosophy” as an underlying theme. I also can tell the story is yet another tool of the trade.

    I finished reading the entire 39 pages by glancing quickly at each italized “questions” in light gray color and reading slowly “in between the lines” of the bolded, black-colored “responses”, most of which “beat around the bush” and offer no real solution other than that the these elighted families are assigned to do their jobs because, according, to the spook, each and everyone is just the same and a reflection of what we are within ourselves, though expressed outwardly as human forms.

    Here are some chicken notes that I’d like to share; since these felt like something important to me at that time:

    p.21
    They never instigate, you do.
    People are perpetrators who play the victim part.

    p.22
    Do not be mad at the wrong individual.

    p.24
    And The Divine Source IS….there is no “waiting”, “wanting”, etc.

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    I like “weird stuff”. And this is just the sort of material that makes my mind think too much, which explains why I too love to blog and spin the truth, which really can be untruth. Then again I’m not sure, because, according to the “insider” — each of us is to discover the TRUTH and CHOOSE the course of action and ACCEPT the consequences thereby the Divine Law is of cause and effect, if you will, karma, which I do not believe:

    When one pursues the correct paths during any lifetime, dies and doesn’t remember past incarnated lives, that means karma is forgiven and the Spirit can re-experience many more lifetimes as per the One, which we are supposed to met and answer to in “the end”. Those who can NOT forget their past lives are doomed to that personal “hell hole”, which they created in the first place. Only they know how to get over it and get out of “prison”, which is meant to keep them from harm self and/or others. Get it?

  • 20110429-My Bad

    First One:

    While “jostling for position” up front, I was almost knocked over by an ASIAN mother with a child in her arms. She had abruptly scooted to the right side of me and I felt my right foot almost caught hers. I felt like I would have fallen over to the left and caused a domino effect with other waiting parishioners to the fodder of blessed “food”, a circular “bread” of life. But a serene balance was made and I managed to correct my stance more securely. I neither felt the flow of gravity from my lower extremities nor the welling anger from within my soul.

    Second One:

    While staring straight ahead (as has been my usual “foggy brain” experiences recently), I missed two of the bottom-most steps and had landed softly upon the flat of my left foot. I didn’t feel the pain due to MIND CONTROL but the sudden gravitational force of landing on tiled flooring. I proceeded forward to my left side but with purposeful momentum after a quick recovery from what should have been a bad fall this afternoon.

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    Here is yet another stray thought while on the subject of gravitational forces: Last week, I had ingested my Zeolyte. After a few seconds of walking about the diner table to injest my green, GNC table, also containing potassium iodine (150mg, of course), I felt my left foot lift lightly and almost as if I was to bend my knee at a right angle and as if ready to march forward. The sensation was by no means natural but rather a “step-up” if you will to something energetic. I felt no pain or reaction of fright but rather of odd wonderment. I was feeling happy at that time and/or perhaps spiked up from drinking too many cups of dark coffee.

  • Electrical Shut-Down Thrice

    “It’s the Smart Meter. It knows we are using too much electricity.” Maw had told us and described how this alleged device knows which appliance or electronic gadget consumes electricity. Of course, that impossible without letting the representatives of big brother inside the house and pointing out all the quality brand names “Made in America” or elsewhere.

    Anyway, the first “black out” switched off momentarily and back on again at around 9:41am this morning. It did so two more times until around 10:23am. The battery pack to power the phones was one but our cordless phone indicated “OUT OF SERVICE”. That meant the AT&T U-verse “telephone service” was no working and could have potentially compromised emergency situations for a few minutes.

  • 20110429-Tongue Flickers

    Well, I did stay up late into the morning to watch through the carriages pulling up to the BP, which resembles an oil company. During breakfast this morning, we watched where we left off and didn’t see the first AND second kiss until the review from the DVD-Recorder.

    I noticed how Kate (a VERY distant relative of “my family”) would flick out her tongue MORE frequently than that of Will. Perhaps she has “anger management problems”, too, not that I would know anything of that sort.

    Anyway, she did so prior to his statement of: “I WILL”, not “will.i.am” of the American group “The Black Eye Pease” and moreso throughout the whole ordeal. I only saw the guy flick out his tongue after the first kiss.

    I suppose the weather was cold during the carriage ride to the BP because I saw his cheeks turning a maroon color with at least a strip going downward from his nose to his jawline. The younger one will always have rosy cheeks. Perhaps they all need more protein components in their diet.

  • Demon Dog God

    Here is another random thought of the day:

    Dogon — An African tribe in Mali, claiming to be from Sirius B.

    YAHWEH — The Father of YaHuShuAh.

    Inu-yasha — Dog-demon (a Japanese animated cartoon character).

    Dog/(Canine) — Man’s best friend/nine Biblical Cain.

  • Royally Bummed

    To the REAL royals of this planet posing as “commoners” of my heart: I’ve not forgotten “my family”. I cannot go into further detail other than that my purpose won’t end unless you let me know PERSONALLY. Then again it is NOT supposed to be any of my god-damned business to get involved with you and yours because, I guess, TPTB and pals won’t have it any other way.

    Which leads me to this: bemusing my unemployed state as it were just a passing load of hot air. Today, a headhunter has been “helping” me get a gig for an extra buck an hour. And the interview is supposed to be next Monday at around 1:00pm. I really don’t care because the system is supposed to recirculate back into my back bum pockets.

    Through all Friday’s pomp and circumstances, there are a few notables that I should mention in this weblog. There were trees inside the WA! That quite uplifting, including the high pitch and deep tonality of the choir. The presentation by the Lord and his psychology in marriage and relationship went well. There were lots of references to Jewsuz Christ.

    The clothing of the bride is very classic and elegant and surpassing too in fashionable taste is the Queen in a pleasant sun-colored dress of yellow. The neck has sun rays. The uniforms of her husband, son and grandsons are rather fine and dashing indeed — all gentlemanly and refined. *The two little flower girls had on lovely pleated dresses of white.*

    Unfortunately with the ravages of time and sun, the skin texture of her husband is rather blotchy and uneven. Her son and his consort seemed to limp at a slow and steady pace. Her confusion in her place among the royals are still ever present. As for the balding grandsons, those sight is a sad reality but nonetheless mischievous with the presence of the red-headed lad. *The Queen surprisingly has smoother texture skin. I wonder why.*

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    After thought: Perhaps I should to remind the ungrateful fat bastard and company that her Majesty has every right to cap on her subjects. Now I know why your brother had to be given a hard time. Because you failed to realize who you are messing with: It is my failing to keep your promises and guarantees to HER FAMILY. Don’t you get it? You are really not going to get away with it. No “moron” would dare try to silence what is true. To TPTB and pals: See to it they don’t let their idolatrous words destroy trust and faith in the Almighty. I’m still waiting.

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    *Addendum: Last edited by FLYNN on 20110429 at 23:20:28 PM UTC.

  • Roses Gone

    After 33 years or so, ten rose bushes and one rose tree have been removed, including the stumps and whatever root system in the muddied soil. An older, shorter man was the muscle behind the HARD WORK. He was tanned, had dusty dark hair and wore a crem-colored jacket, dark pants and steel-toed work shoes. The blue wheelbarrow, tanned tarp and one GAS-powered blower were tools to help finish the job.

    Paw heard wheelbarrow noises at 7:45am. Maw and I awoke around the same time. While using the toilet to do my number one, I opened the small bathroom window and saw that the rose bushes were already removed! All that was left were some leaves and dented hallows of dirt! We hurried with our routine and found ourselves downstairs and outdoors, greeting the fart, felt the morning sunshine and inhaled fresh air.

    Kamal (or Ali per his outbound phone call) greeted all three of us — first me, Paw, and then Maw who didn’t hear him at first. He was whining about why she was fighting with him but she told him that is how she was being direct. At 8:06am, he wanted to go. The old man was smiling from a distance, hopped into the white truck with tall white walls on either side.

    Paw handed him cash without a receipt. Kamal (or Ali) didn’t have an invoice or receipt for us when Paw requested one. Kamal had instructed me to grab a piece of paper. Of course, Maw had raised her voice to Paw and said that it was okay and to let the man go. The Paw wanted to talk some more and mentioned the underground pipe for the watering system.

    Kamal knows the tall guy named Gidda, who did our watering system out front. Both are from India. But I know that some if not most who claim are from India are really MUSLIMS. Kamal said that Gida is a nice guy and drivse a limosine. So perhaps, Landy might know Anthony, who might know Gihda. Anthony drives a long white limousine in the Santa Clara, CA area.

    The very tanned, short worker dumped the chopped roses on our nice pile of yard trimmings. I grabbed a bottle of holy water from Our Lady of Peace and blessed the old pile and asked forgiveness of the old roses. Then I blessed the empty plots, Maw veggies of eggplants and tomatoe, cally lilly, a good-luck bush and five cacti.

  • Mixed Up Materials

    I don’t like how businesses mixes materials together. In my mind, I was wondering how the heck recyclers can separate out each type of material?

    For example, this morning we ate breakfast at McDonalds. Now the cup of coffee is made with three types of material: plastic lid, styrofoam cup and paper label with glue.

    Take another example, the pre-packaged food can be stuck to the any material. And I know humans are too lazy too wash out the used containers prior to throwing away into the recycling bin.

  • Ghostly Phone Call

    At 10:09pm tonight, the boy called our main land line. He asked: “Did you call [my cellphone]?” Of course, I was blathering about getting a ghostly incoming fax earlier this evening and other alleged ghostly phenom of the thermostat tripping off as a “cold spot” near the base of the stairs a few hours ago.

    This was not the only time the boy called about incoming phone calls from our land line to his cellphone.

  • Dealing with Illegal Naughtiness

    During the long three hour visit with an elderly Filipino couple recently, the old fart told us of how certain Vietnamese parishioners tend to “fib”. In return, I told the old guy how opportunistic they and the Chinese are — by giving food in the hopes of getting something good in return. They are also very well “informed”. By that, I mean that they would asking “frank” questions or phrase their stories so that you could share yours. Of course, he cited examples.

    One Viet would sit at the frontmost pew. She would leave earlier and argued that she had to work. She was seen casually walking around slowly. Leaving early would upset most priest, one of which would be seen visibly shaking his head in disapproval.

    A couple of Vietnamese ladies sit towards the backmost pews. They would talk constantly throughout the service. There were told to shut-up or leave. One Viet took a cellphone call and argued that someone “died”. She was told to shut-up and take her conversation outdoors. In both instances, it is not polite to talk or use the cellphone during the service.

    Tip of the day: Don’t give out too much detail of your life. That’s what I mean by soft tyranny from within — degutting the clueless slowly until feeding time. Tell them the facts by saying as the old fart once said: While you were “fresh off the boat”, I was here first and paying my taxes. Therefore, this place is mine.”

  • Ghostly Fax Machine

    At 6:50pm, I was at the computer station browsing online. Suddenly, I heard a familiar series of beeping tones: “[Low! Low! High!”]

    I quickly got up from my lawn chair, headed over to the fax machine in my bedroom, removed a maroon-colored hand towel, and know damn well that I had DISCONNECTED the “phone in” line from the wall to save on fax machine film!

    After the familiar series of tones, there is the usual pause until the next series of tones. But it stopped after the second tone. I wonder who is trying to reach me at a land line that I hardly use. I should just disconnect my phone service and donate the item.