From 12:30pm to 12:33pm, the turquoise-colored Bully-Boy has fornicated with the golden-colored Yeyo. He is not the alpha male. And the three other male parakeets – Pimon, Simon and Bugsy – have been demoted as onlookers.
I don’t know if we can afford to feed another mouth. My hands have thrown away eggs in the past.
Tonight, Maw and Paw were both watching on History Chanel a televised programming titled:
It’s a year that many have prophesied will bring a catastrophic end to life as we know it. Whatever is in store—a massive cosmic collision, a global environmental disaster, an Armageddon-like religious showdown, or a more subtle transformation—many believe that 2012 will mark a major shift in the history of our planet. But what is there to substantiate such fears? A detailed, historical investigation of this chilling prophecy is the mission of Nostradamus 2012, an exciting HISTORY special that casts the doomsday warning in a frighteningly modern context.
December 21, 2012 is bearing down on us with alarming speed. Whether or not we are able to collectively heed the warnings and affect a course to avert disaster may be the defining moment of the modern age.
BONUS FEATURES: Additional Footage: The Sun, The Egyptians, End of Time, The Hopi, and The Masons
This is a doom and gloom prediction done by a soothsayer – Nostradamus, a follower of everything involving the stars as the ancient Egyptians once practiced.
But I see another reminder of how not to follow blindly into the night of unknown future events that could scare everyone into stockpiling means for survival – food, water, ammo, etc. After finishing my vacuuming chores upstairs, I saw photos from a dedicated blogger.
The two photos showed up in two different weblog sites. Strangely, the titles to these two blog entries remind me of Wicca – `triple-[moon]` and `coven-ant`. I’ve read online how rainbows and butterflies symbolize victims who have undergone mind control.
But because I’m supposed to be follower of `Christ` – a `Christian`, I am hopeful yet again that someone out there could make me somehow feel colorful, just like the Wizard of Oz and that popular song: `Somewhere Over The Rainbow`.
Q: Why was the rainbow used as a covenant to Noah from God?
A: Because at the time of the writing of Noah’s Deluge, the rainbow was an awesome sight and the people then are ignorant on how it materializes. Of course now we know that the rainbow is caused by light refraction from moisture (rain, mist).
Rainbows are symbolic of the covenant.
We don’t know why he used the rainbow but it makes sense because you can’t have a rainbow without water, and the connection with the flood is then obvious. It is to serve as a reminder of the deluge. It is a reminder of the covenant, not the covenant itself. God used his own invention – the refraction of light – for this purpose, as he is well able to do. Even though we know what causes it in this day and age, the rainbow is still a thing of beauty and promise to many, not at all diminished by the physics of how it occurs.
Actually, my unique `peer` knows full well about my fellow brothers, whom I’ve trusted for a very long time and will continue to do so. Unfortunately, the `burden of proof` lies within the beholder of said documentations. And yes, this blog entry of mine is yet another `testament` to that fact.
Last night I slept with my dolphin ball. I held it in my left hand and felt the usual energy emanating from the object. Holding it in my left hand hurt and probably from an injury sustained from November 1998.
I then held the object in my right hand, which felt nothing.
Today, my left elbow and left middle finger and sometimes my left index finger feel painful still and during movement. It’s probably from sleeping wrong. I had worn two bulky fleece vest in reverse, just to cover my chest. And the bulk didn’t allow my left arm to sleep straight against the bed.
I know it needs surgery to repair this damage but since Pete and pals haven’t helped me, much like Masons back-stabbing higher levels, I’m left to suffer this fate.
The usual series of double digits have appeared on the odometer, speedometer, clocks, CA license plates and of course my time sheet! Last Friday, I logged off via Kronos at 14:33pm. Then I noticed .03 overtime yesterday and .33 overtime today.
Awhile back, Maw and I were watching a cable programming on History.com. It was probably about ancient mysteries surrounding Knights Templars, Masons or castles and such. I cannot recall the title of the program but remember seeing a mural on the `right` side of the screen.
The mural had what appears to be a bunch of kings. And somewhere in the middle is a kinky-haired man. The hair color from that mural looked to be brunette, if not black. He looked fat, too. For whatever reason, something resonated with that image. It reminded me of Pete.
I kept thinking how he could have been either a reincarnated representation of the person in the mural or perhaps (as recently read online about cloning celebrities matching old paintings of antiquities) he is a doppelganger.
To this day, I’ve yet to get the video of that show and compare notes with my imagination, that somehow karma, much like history, does repeat itself. And in this case, I happen to be a contactee of Pete, who may of all sorts, be under psychic control or duress, which explains my situation.
At somewhere between 11:10:58 and 11:10:59 and while view and old blog entry (dated 01/31/2008) about Ekhart Tolle and his dead right eye becoming `lazy` from a satanic path, I heard a single tone, a hum (once again) in my left ear. The duration of this sound lasted until 11:11:00 EXACTLY ! That time was per my atomic clock, which is located above my head, in front of my face and on top of the scanner/printer.
I wanted to research further to explain why the poor girl had to return her Christmas Gift to me:- It was a book by Eckhart Tool: The Power of Now – A Guide to Spiritual Guidance! After I unwrapped the gift, I saw the name of the author, looked downward to my left, tried to recall something familiar and tried to explain through my excitement to her why his material is not worth a dime.
Then the old soul placed the book in front of him on top of the table, which we used to finish up our breakfast meal of eggs and Costco bread loaded with fresh garlic (Yum!), took one glace at the front cover and said somewhere along the line of:
`Yuch! I don’t like that book! It’s creepy! I don’t need to read something written by someone else when God has already written the truth in the Bible.`
I was utterly dumb-founded. He is truly adamant that the book MUST be returned to Borders books store. I’m an idiot but I told her I would have accepted her gift (after looking through six books) anyway without undue influence from two sources already. But she insisted without hesitation, bless her soul.
I don’t know if the boy was supporting me or he was playing along or sincerely felt something was wrong with that book. I meant only to entertain whatever truth is thrown out into the wind and the answer came back with a buzz.
Tonight, I still don’t know the significance of see double or triple or whatever combination of numbers, such as the frequent ones of 11, 22, 33, 44, 55, 66, etc. Would someone please throw me a friggin’ bone? Because, I’m still clueless, seriously!
What is really going on here?
Addendum-Last edited by flynnsblogs on Fri, 25 Dec 2009 at 23:30:24 pm: I just viewed the most recent blog entry of a dedicated blogger and found the answer to the numbers that I’ve been noticing:
`[May your spiritual path in life be filled with love, kindness, compassion and sacrifice]`.
MERRY CHRISTMAS
Addendum-Last edited by flynnsblogs on Fri, 25 Dec 2009 at 23:33:34 pm: Well, there you go again! The previous addendum was saved `on Fri, 25 Dec 2009 at 23:33:34 pm.` Will whoever or whatever is doing these strange events please let me know WTF is going on?
I’ve been noticing more numbers in the double digits. At 10:33am, Paw and I got into the Mercedes E430 to go and pick-up Maw from the hospital. At 12:11pm, the tear-jerking movie titled `Wall-E` ended while still waiting for Maw to be discharged from the hospital. At 14:55pm, one of three of Maw’s prescription was promised to be filled. At 17:11, Merry Christmas AND may your night NOT be filled with EVOL. Thanks.
Tonight, I recalled watching one of my favorite, childhood cartoons on television: It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown (1966) (TV) and a memorable quote from Charlie Brown:
I don’t understand it. I went trick-or-treating and all I got was a bag full of rocks. I suppose you spent all night in the pumpkin patch.
Honestly, all I want for Christmas is a TIN FOIL HAT! Why? I’d like to keep my thoughts private and not have Santa know if I’ve been naughty or nice. Alas, and just like Charlie Brown, I know that my special friend sent me yet another friggin’ rock! Ugh! What am I going to do with this orgone piece?
To sum up my `feelings`, here is a downloaded copy from YouTube.com:
`Charlie Brown Got A ****Ing Rock` by MasonWorkz
Note: This blog entry is continued with 20091207-Prayer Journal.
At around 23:33pm, I heard a single but subtle pop on my computer monitor.
At around 23:11pm, I had a superstitious imagery of death. While massaging Maw’s right knee, which was cleaned up via arthroscopic surgery, I was thinking of and blessing Paw sleeping on his bed downstairs. I then saw Maw sleeping on her bed but upstairs.
The Chinese prefer to bury their death next to each other, taking up precious land, instead of being stacked on top of each other, or cremated, which is the way people should be taken cared of. I don’t know the meaning behind this symbolic placement of formerly fleshy shells. But it doesn’t make sense.
At 09:20am and while the front wheels of the Mercedes Benz E430 were ON top of the street bump, next to the Starbucks place, the odometer read as 33,333! Paw wanted me to drive around the parking lot earlier to make the odometer turn to his favorite number three and prior to parking in front of McDonald’s for breakfast.
At 12:33:06pm, there was one chow mein noodle in the shape of a number six on my plate for lunch! But I ate the food without taking a photo.
At almost exactly 12:33:07am as per my atomic clock directly in front of me and on top of the printer, which is above the computer monitor, I heard a soft pop of the dresser mirror located to the far right of the computer bedroom upstairs. Of course, I thought of the `looking glass` and watchers observing from behind that object. I thought LOUDLY to myself: `OKAY! I’ll go to sleep [bed] now!` Then I waved, made triangles with my arms and mocking motions of scratching my armpits with the backscratcher.
Cut it out! [I’m weird!]