Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: freemasonry

  • 20080407-Go Figure

    On Saturday while watching CNN news, I saw Hillary Clinton give here speech at Hillsboro, Oregon. She mentioned something about votes in Michigan and Florida and the disenfranchised voters of 2.3 million, which is about right for me and a little bit more of which seemed to have gone nowhere. Like this and so many others of her speeches, so she does know my stuff in some way regarding transparency oversees.

    We now know that the Clintons earned $120 million in eight years, paid taxes and donated to their OWN charity (of which they are not obliged to use more than 5%) after the release of tax documents by Hillary on April 5, 2008 to the public for scrutiny. But how much of it show who contributed to their millions is still not disclosed and I too wonder how many more government officials or higher levels are really hiding from us sheople.

    Speaking of levels, I read an article from one of my favorite open discussion forums about how Obama Barack is a 32nd degree Mason. To me, this explains why the media seems to push for more popularity with Obama because (besides him being part white) he will continue the Founding Fathers’ ideals among their fraternal brothers of Freemasons while bringing in their side kick or the female counterpart, Hillary, as Vice President for the Democratic party (if this is the plan of the TPTB).

    A few minutes ago again on CNN news I heard that U.S. Secretary of State Condoleeezzzaaahhh Rice is talking about being John McCain’s Vice Presidential hopeful for the Republican party. This other, ‘dream team’ seems okay by me; since Condi definitely does have experience in foreign policy. Plus her current form happens to be female and black. Now how cool is that to have someone who works for our current president of the United States, George W. Bush and to become VP for the same party.

    Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20080405-Dream Journal

    I awoke around 05:33AM.

    Dream One:

    I dreamt of people underground. There were at least two to three men there in this dimly lit place, which appears to be a bar. In front of me there is a door at the far end which was a wall at first glance.

    I turned around to my right and see a guy sitting at this one bar station. He was hunched over. I noticed his right eye was sewed shut due to some injury. He had a photo of himself with this missing eye in front of him and at the bar. He got up as we heard something approaching from behind us and into this place.

    I turned around again to see this wall become that door again. It had very bright light filtering from behind this closed door. The door opened and we came indoors. The long corridors throughout this facility were filtered in this mixture of bluish and white colors.

    I saw this energy being that appeared to be water. To my dreaming perspective I was in front of it as it was holding the right hand and pulling someone along to its left. I floated in front of them while it continued along the maze of the dimly lit corridors.

    They both came out of this bluish and white colored corridor and into normal light. This energy being then transformed into a female even though I felt it was male. The female looked ‘white’ with very crusty and brownish patches of circle around its eye. It let that person sit somewhere to my right on a bunch of rocks against this rocky wall.

    As my dream continued into the ‘left’ corridors, I see to our front (or my left dreaming perspective) there was another long corridor. I caught a glimpse of horizontal spaceships floating further in ‘front’ and away to take off. I saw some of its engines firing off but wasn’t sure because someone to my left was blocking my view.

    I then made my way down and to the ‘left’ of this corridor to see an female boss overseeing the take of at least two ‘motorcycles’ into the open air. I clearly saw the lacquer finish of black color of these open air motorcycles as well as the blinking light of the docking contraption which ‘fueled’ these motorcycles prior to take off.

    There were females straddled on these motorcycles for these were their vehicles to go to their home planets. One female already took off while the second one I followed and floated to its right. I thought to myself this is what the people at ground level must be seeing as UFO’s.

    This second female stopped in mid-air as she intercepted what appeared to be a dried maple leaf, which floated out of nowhere and into her right hand. She wasn’t supposed to stop in mid-air and I heard the female boss say something along a reprimand but the female continued her flight into space as I floated and followed in front of her.

    Dream Two:

    I dreamt of giving the parakeets a bathe. I had parakeets inside three separate cages. There were small in size as I held one in both hands and stacked the third on top of the left hand side with it tucked under my chin. I made my way upstairs for some reason. But the scene was downstairs.

    I remember hosing down some people at the far end of this wall were the parakeets were normally located but I did not see the sliding door leading to the backyard to the right part of this wall. Instead, I sprayed down this whole room and clearly saw the water falling onto the wooden floors below.

    I was concerned about getting the section where the floors meet the wall soaked as I continued to hose down that far wall. Then I started to wipe down the walls with some towels, nay, and some washcloths. I remember wiping down a wall where the picture frame of ‘Maw’ and here family hung. I removed that as I needed to get around and dry behind this area.

    Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20080330-Hover Levels

    Okay, I’ve been playing around with my paid CSS upgrade for my current ‘Pool’ theme via WordPress and cannot be satisfied with the layout because I still don’t understand how the different list levels (li, ol and ul) affect the hover mode. I couldn’t get ‘list style type’ for the second level to appear as ‘circle’ but for whatever reason that is the same as the first level as ‘disc’, which are those dark filled in circles to the left of each list item.

    I still cannot figure out the differences between the ‘li’, ‘ol’ and ‘ul’ and how grouping those as ‘li ul li’, ‘ul li’, ‘li ul’, ‘li’ only, ‘ul’ only, or any other combination affect my hover mode. All I know is my final combination ‘li ul li’ works nicely to set the long, horizontal ‘li’ color (I used from the ‘comment form’) apart from my ‘content’ (wrapper or container) background color of ‘pale white blue’ (#CCCCFF).

    Here are some combinations that I didn’t like: With the ‘ul li’ combination, the ‘li’ color is the same color per paragraph and the ‘hover’ color is not shown. With the ‘ul’ alone, the ‘ul’ color appears as the background for the ‘li’ items only. With the ‘li ul’ combination, the ‘li’ color is the same as the ‘hover’ color, with the ‘ul’ color being the spaces in between as the ‘margin’. With the ‘li’ alone, the ‘li’ color is the same as the ‘ul’ color.

    For the header of the sidebar (below), I reduced the ‘letter spacing’ from 0.2em to 0.1em (to keep that the same as the size for the header of my posts and pages) and I matched the background color for both this header and the appearance of the text with a hover color of ‘pale white cyan’ (#CCFFFF). I got the hover color for the ‘li’ of the sidebar (below) from the header to my posts and pages (above), by the way.

    Anyway, y’all may check out the sidebar (below) and look for other changes that I may have not yet mentioned but will later if I’m not too lazy to blog. The whole day was clear blue skies after some fluffy, puffy white clouds — I took some photos but will upload to my Flickr.com account. I did sleep well in during the ‘prana dip’ in the mid-afternoon over the past few days, too.

    At around 04:33PM, the ‘Satanist’ marked my intersection, took off like a scared chicken and fill the air with burning rubber, which was blown away southward by the fresh winds. He came back a few minutes later because I ‘summoned’ him. If he really wanted to meet or visit me he could have rang the doorbell to my parents home. Chickens! Puck! Puck! Puck!

    Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20080326-Noticing Numbers

    Here are more synchronous events on Wednesday, 03/26/2007. Pete called me on my cellphone at 03:11PM. He has been phoning me around the 0:33 minutes for codes, which I really do not understand the importance. The bottom-line line: The seeing is the believing. And until the manifestation is materialized all his is hot air is blowing emptiness into my ear holes.

    Further, y’all will see more double digits like 11, 22, 33, 44 and 55. The number 55 appeared twice on Wednesday. At 07:55PM, a ‘Satanist’ in a black sports car with darkly tinted windows marked my intersection by forming at least two clockwise circles with his rubber tires. (Another similar event involves an ‘Asian’ driving in a blue sedan. Some people are superstitious).

    Anyway, after hearing the noises from the likes of these demon-seeds, I peeped out the front window, memorized the image of the black vehicle, sent a blast inside the cabin and saw Maw walking over to open the front door. I pulled Maw inside and close the door to avoid the rubber smoke from entering the house and told her: ‘What’s wrong with you?’

    Of course she got made at me for making these ‘wrong’ comments because she herself does the same to me. I know I shouldn’t be so mean to the elders but some thick-headed people don’t know how to take a joke, which is essentially supposed to reduce stress and improve the overall sense of well being with the production of the much needed serotonin by the big brain of people laughing out loud.

    We went back to exercising until 08:00AM, ate out dinner until 08:30 and received a phone call from a guy from the Gallup Poll around 08:33PM. I answered the phone but Maw got the opportunity to answer a series of questions about Santa Clara, the greater area of San Benito county and some other place I forgot.

    The speaker phone was turned up so I could hear everything the caller said and partly participate as a snickering ‘jerk’ in the background. I coached Maw by flagging to her my responses ranging from 1 for the least and 5 for the most as a ‘feeling’ and not thought to each inquiry. I was laughing softly but barely loud enough for the guy to hear after Maw tongues out her humor after each of her answers.

    The questions ranged from demographic profiling of inviting outsiders to the areas mentioned for different race and sexual orientation, political activities of volunteering, attending meetings and voting, participation of friendly neighbors and finding out how often people greet and talk to each other, prospects of job and health, amenities of hiking trails, schools and restaurants, safety of walking outdoors at night and police activities to profiling the receiver of the questionnaires, like gender, age, annual income and RACIAL ETHNICITY, which Maw responded as Filipino.

    I got loud when the guy said, ‘Asian’. I screamed loudly, ‘NO’! Because this means y’all like to pigeonhole anyone from that region with cultural attributes that doesn’t mean a thing to me. Anyway, Maw was slick enough to let the guy know throughout the questionnaire to put whatever best fit her answer but he wanted to ‘hear’ from her instead.

    The other answer one the guy didn’t mention was: ‘I don’t know’. This is valid, by the way. Maw told the guy she was getting tired, wondered how much longer the questionnaire would be, got mad at how they got our UNLISTED phone number. I told her the likes of the Homeland Security Abomination likes to mess with people. But we were laughing afterward because our answers help the area and won’t mean squat to TPTB. The call ended around 08:55AM.

    Let’s see: That morning a highway patrol pulled from his parked location to the right of northbound HWY 101, which was just ahead of the in-ramp exit of De La Cruz Blvd. I picked my boogers and saw a very tall, dirty black truck pull in front of me, blocking my view of the patrol car in front. I mouthed my ‘Thank you’ to the female driver, of course.

    So there you have some samples of my strange events. There were more unrecorded syncs but those didn’t matter as much other than noticing more people walking their dogs in and around my neighborhood, more double digit codes and more intersections of automobiles as I drive merrily along while minding my own business.

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  • 20080320-Religious Rant

    This morning my bio-units and I celebrated Father Boo’s birthday at Denny’s with three other people: Poi, Fred and Rose. I am sick and tired of hanging around with these religious zealots and eating fatty food. I am out of my place with these old timers and they are not my peers. I cannot get out of this mess and will end up being thrown into another religious box by any future in-laws. I’ll be damned if they are Mormons or Masons!

    There has to be a way to avoid going to their functions too. Last night was a Passover dinner and now there are two other functions for the local church goers: April 19, 2008 ($40.00) with the Fil-Am Associations and May 4, 2008 ($50.00) for Father Perata’s 50th Anniversary Jubilee as a priest. I am sick of this sh*t! It’s beyond my belief system and I don’t like dressing up in polyester or stiff clothing!

    I don’t like hanging around with people, period. I’m always the odd ball without a partner. And I don’t understand why my bio-units cannot do their own things without me tagging along, on the premise that I’ve nothing else to do. I’ve nothing else to do with old people, strangers and Filipinos, where ‘Paw’ said I could meet my husband. This is utter bullsh*t!

    I will blame primarily Pete and his dark-skinned cahoots for letting the rest and me down for the freaking, last time! I will blame the slave, working system for sticking me with other losers. I will blame my family and relatives for showing me how plastic they are to each other. I will blame the whole world and anything else that doesn’t make sense to me. I will blame everyone else except me, myself and I.

    I am hypercritical and a hypocrite about religion. The only reason I attend morning mass is because I am unemployed and still live with my parents. Without these two factors, I wouldn’t have anything to do with Catholics or the likes of celebrating the death of some revolutionist with ritualistic imagery of ‘blood’. I am not putting up with these social functions. I am sick of being stuck with these outdated boogers!

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  • 20080314-Want Change?

    You want change?

    I’ve changed not by much but have learned how to get my modified heart clipart image from Microsoft positioned where I want it – on the top left hand corner. Earlier I thought a ‘floating left’ html code would to the trick. But after learning the difference between ‘padding’ and ‘margin’, both the ‘sitename’ and its description were moved to the ‘right’ side of this ‘background image’.

    This is my rave for today beside the fluffy, puffy white clouds the whole day and the warm sun filtering through the wooden blinds in the afternoon upstairs again, all alone while modifying my weblog and pretty much wasting my time wondering if Pete will pull through for everyone. We know we ‘deserve it’ symbolically too. I don’t believe in karma and spit in its face! Below is my rant for those who want change in light of the political theme of the presidential race for the United States

    You want change?

    Stop buying unnecessary, high-priced junk (like furs made out of dead animals) and shiny blings (like diamonds mined by African children) that only people with good eyesight could appreciate. Y’all will be too old to care, loose your mind, forget your family and friends and will end up in the nursing homes. So y’all might as well donate what you got to those who really need help and not to those ungrateful relatives, for example.

    You want change?

    Stop gambling your money away in the stock and bonds market. Today, the fifth largest investment bank — Bear Stearns, for example, had to be rescued by the FEDs so we high-brow ‘investors’ won’t lose the liquidity on the cash (which is backed by nothing and is rendered as worthless chattel paper) when time comes for withdrawals en masse to cover monthly expenses and various expensive lifestyles for some people.

    You want change?

    Stop kidding yourselves about ‘owning’ a home, which really belongs to us lenders! Y’all have to accept reality and admit that a lifetime of mortgage debt is like committing yourselves to prison-like conditions as not only you ‘lock in’ at lower interest rates but your freedom for the life of this largest loan, which you will never ever, ever pay back in a lifetime until you die from work hard sixteen hours of at least five days a week to the lenders.

    You want change?

    Stop buying gasoline for your smog producing cars and start riding bicycles to rid the fat from your rear-end instead. There is no need to get all worked up and excited over the stupid rebate check of $300.00 from George W. Bush as an incentive to stimulate the economy by spending: In one month that same amount is gone by buying their stupid, high-priced GASOLINE, which in turn goes straight into the pockets of one of George W. Bush’s oil rich friend, King Abdullah of Saudi Arabia!

    The rebate check, like the voting system for this upcoming general election in November 2008, is yet another tracking mechanism to see who is in the database of the IRS and FBI and which of sheep is willing compliant to file their tax returns by April 15, 2008. This means in order to ‘qualify’ for this rebate check for a measly $300.00, each hard working Americanized citizen must have a Social Security Number (SSN) and at least have worked and earned over $3,000.00 in the tax year of 2007.

    You want change?

    Okay, for example, there is no technology to make one gender become the other gender perfectly, with female to male harder than the two operations. Y’all have to settle being happy in your current form and deal with life’s situations for now. Not all the medication, therapy, counseling or genetic splicing could possibly remove the gender identification of your soul’s purpose. It’s really a test to see how today’s society treats those persons labeled as ‘sin’ as per a condemning ‘God’, who is supposed to be all loving, mind you but via the old farts outdated writings found in the Bible.

    You want change?

    Pick a presidential candidate who knows how to deal with the likes of Bush’s regime from the oil countries of ‘Nigeria and Saudi Arabia’ (which are two countries mentioned in one of Hillary’s speech). There is no way Obama could represent change when he is virtually surrounded by the lots of reptilians, who are running the GOP, Congress and Senate, all of who have not really changed all that much while in office. And they never will change because they too need to be part of the payroll by TPTB and pay (or hide their taxes like Hillary) like every Americanized citizens.

    You want change?

    Stop using that gang or mobster mentality of the big bosses looking out for your backs. Learn how you could better adapt in a fast changing world by crossing training yourselves in computer related jobs or at least get a GED for heaven’s sake! The unions will phase out because, for example, Chrysler cannot afford to pay the wages and retirement benefits of the old timers and have already shut down most of its operation worldwide since Thursday, March 13, 2008 for two weeks. We want hovercrafts, not some oil-dependant machine made out of rubber and steel and by people in the U.S.A.

    You want change?

    Don’t expect a free ride. Anything that sounds too good to be true has a price. The price is being fooled by the same politicians who were elected to represent the Americanized citizens of the United States. The politicians can always change their agendas due to their ‘secret meetings behind the doors’, like the United States Congress did on Thursday, March 13, 2008 on a spy (wiretapping, anti-terror) bill.

    Addendum 11:40PM: Later on tonight around 06:55PM, I answered the main phone and got a wrong number from a guy, who feels like one of those spy agents, which pulled from a parked position off this long stretch of road of ours upon our intersection at his green colored sedan. We were coming home from Eastridge. I wonder if that broken down, dark colored truck behind us noticed this event. The events have been frequent with people getting into their parked vehicles and pulling off HWY 101 or other locations and upon our arrivals.

    Anyway, y’all know this is true because anyone could change their minds about what to wear for the day or what to eat for dinner. Further, anyone could change one’s religion just to belong somewhere but get nowhere fast with ten percent going into the pockets of crazed charismatic personalities, like Obama’s Rev. Jeremiah Wright and the rest (in peace).

    This guy is part white from the looks of his pale skin coloration. Rev. Wright has put his white ancestors to shame by saying those things in public and using the name of ‘God’ in vain. He should apologize to his black people of mixed ancestry. I know the blacks don’t like their skin color. Tiger Woods married his Swedish or white woman. This golfer had a choice to marry a black woman instead, duh.

    I am disappointed that Obama’s mentor has dealings with Louis Farakhan and Mu’ammar al-Qadhafiof Libya, which is another MUSLIM country. Muslims are by far the most religious for praying many times throughout the day and they should not be considered ‘head hunters’ as they are known for in parts of the once docile islands of the Philippines.

    Obama’s shady past is something to be considered — whose biological father has left the boy all alone with his single white mother and whose other important father figure — Rev. Wright — has betrayed his fellow black brother who trying to connect with fellow ‘Christians’, only to find a harsh world ready to hurt this little boy who has grown up into what could be the next president of the United States. I see potential in Obama as a bridge between whites and blacks, despite his alleged connections with the Muslim community [wink].

    You want change?

    Stop pursuing life’s pleasures with these material ‘goods’ imported and exported among poorer countries in this temporal world of plastic illusions. Nothing is ‘good’ when noone is being paid the fair value like those of us who are already in the government’s databases or whatever nefarious system (like chip implantations by the Beast) happens to be employed by TPTB.

    You want change?

    Stop thinking that working like an honest, hard working cubicle slave (or wage earner) is not as degrading as getting the faster buck for selling your bodies and minds. One type of service pays less and is safer than the other. But both jobs are not pleasurable: The body becomes useless and the mind is rendered into putty.

    You want change?

    Leave everything you have behind and follow me. Now that’s change. This sounds familiar from the Bible, eh?

    Addendum 12:08AM 03/15/2008: I had to go downstairs in a hurry after this last paragraph to do some exercise with my parental units earlier this evening and prior to dinner. The goal is to loose some pounds and go on a diet, which looks like the word ‘die’ and a crucifix.

    Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20080212-Code 225

    As I was viewing a conspiracy forum, I came across a link about Fox News airing a segment on 02/13/2008 around 04:28PM.: ‘Decoding the Seal’. Then I did some general searches online and downloaded a couple of .pdf files for reading later on about the history of the Great Seal of the United States.

    Then on 10:00PM, I am currently viewing a video from the U.S. Department of State website (state.gov): 225th Anniversary of the Great Seal by Secretary Rice dated February 12, 2008. The event shows Secretary Rice at the Commemoration of the 225th Anniversary of the Great Seal in the Exhibit Hall.

    She goes on to tell the story of the keeper(s) of the Great Seal – Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson and John Adams, who were the founding fathers of Masonic background, six years before Congress would approve the final design. She named off some artist to depict their interpretation of the great seals in a modern sense, of course. These two sides hung on a dark blue backdrop and were on either side of the podium.

    On September 18, 1782, the obverse side of the seal shows a bald Eagle with an olive branch in the right claw and 13 arrows in the left claw. This symbolizes unity, strength, and independence of the United States. The reverse side of the seal shows an all seeing eye as the apex of a Pyramid — an enduring universal symbol based on a solid foundation by the founding fathers. This holds true today as democracy in America is still a work in progress.

    Another older white male came up to the podium; made his brief speech and gave Condoleezza Rice two pages. In another scene, Condi enters the room with three other people; turns a double dumbbell like wheel press on top of wooden table inside this museum room; struggles a bit with another female to extract the buff colored page from underneath the press and presents the results to the audience and media beyond the glass room.

    I will add to this blog that this most recent code, ‘225’, is very personally identifiable to me for being a citizen of the United States, with all its benefits for working hard. This happens to be yet another synchronous event in my lifetime. I don’t know how else to express my surprise at learning of this educational tidbit. News like this just doesn’t happen to me.

    Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20080213-Candidates Go

    So we are down to two Democrats — Hillary and Obama and two Republicans — McCain and Huckabee. I don’t like any of these presidential candidates because our votes don’t seem to matter when in the end the super-delegates will ensure the installation of the one that will lead a bankrupt company (like the United States) and inherit the wars from the Middle East.

    For the sake of comparison, I will ‘predict’ who will win in this upcoming November 2008 election based on my personal observation and opinions. I remind my readers stop believing what is spoon fed what is mostly controlled by the power-hungry media — television, periodicals, advertisements, airtime and other shenanigans that ordinary, sheep-like citizens like us don’t have the time or care in the world to research on our own.

    First, Hillary: She is female and those Muslims are disgusted at us women for being in power. If some ‘teeny-weeny-shirveled-middle-short’ men of Muslim faith can assassinate the former Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto of Pakistan and if indeed a 44th president is in line to be assassinated, then Hillary may be a prime target to fulfill their phallic worshipping sacrifices.

    This morning (at the McDonald’s restaurant off of Old Oakland Rd.) there were a four stupid Filipinos who don’t like Hillary. They are Republicans and an short, ugly lady with a round, toad-like face and a moustache utilized the personal life of Hillary based on rumors about Hillary not being nice. This is the second rumor I heard with the first story from ‘Squirrel’ via one of his friends.

    Second, McCain: I don’t like McCain because his last name reminds me of a Biblical name of ‘Cain’, who killed ‘Abel’ out of jealousy. The name ‘Abel’ could be a play on words and re-spelled as ‘Abdul’, a fellow brethren of ‘Cain’. So the war shall continue between both brothers, if Mc’Cain’ is ‘Abel’ to be installed as the next president of the United States.

    McCain, too, may be a prime candidate as a 44th president to be assassinated too, if he doesn’t drop dead from ‘natural causes’ due to old age first. This is one way to install the vice president from the Republican party of TPTB’s choice. I think y’all read my blogs earlier about who should have been a ‘good-looking’ one for photo opportunities. But he dropped out, that weenie!

    Third, Huckabee: He is way far behind in the delegates votes and although he is a respected ‘foe’ of McCain and although the slogan of ‘I like Mike!’ is nice, Huckabee should either drop out now and save money by donating the rest of the campaign funds to charity or continue onward to a losing streak. But there is still hope for the believers of the invisible ‘God’, who has so far not answered my prayers and definitely not Huck’s.

    Fourth, Obama: He is part black and to be the leader of those of African descent won’t be fair for the rest of the union of mixed ancestry. He may be ‘Christian’ for over two decades but his past points to some influence of Muslim faith. Let me put it this way: ‘Obama’ plus Islamic ‘nation’ when combined sounds like ‘abomination’, which doesn’t appear good for a nation founded by fathers of Masonic-like backgrounds, which was vogue during those times.

    So far, Obama seems to be ahead and amazingly has lots of money DAILY to keep on campaigning. I don’t think he will be assassinated but if he does, the nation will be truly DIVIDED by cultures, where chaos and destruction will reign among people and where martial law and chip implantations will be implemented to keep the populace under better control.

    We already see this happening from school shootings throughout the nation to my neighborhood being infiltrated with cops at every corner today, yesterday on the highway and the day before when two vehicles were pulled over for tickets.

    I read about a cop beating up children who were skate boarding for fun. I heard on the radio about a lady with no prior record. She cannot afford a lawyer and there is no justice served for those whose rights are denied by the same people who are supposed to protect and serve us peace loving citizens.

    So whoever will be able to work with an old establishment of folks from all levels and change whatever mess has been left behind the stinky, smelly regime of George W. Bush and company, I wish that person all the good luck in the world.

    Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20080208-Severely Tested

    Oh well! After this morning’s dose of wise words from Maw about working to stay afloat financially and just like the morning gray clouds parting ways to clear blue skies, it is with sad revelation and with inner reflection to accept my fate spiritually and resign my high standards of parasitism to my parental units and my bad attitudes of laziness to my boring life style by the filing of an UI claim with the EDD.

    The complaint of wasting my time at home, upstairs in front of the computer room means nothing to my progress and money that could have been given to those who have treated me well as their house guest is justified. Plus, as part of the oratory befits a teacher in disguise, I’m not getting any younger and the prospect of meeting my significant other while on the job sounds promising enough to Maw and her hopes of me moving on with my life.

    Egad! I could die from the embarrassment, my pride shattered of ‘wishing on a star’ to be free from the system of hard working taxpayers and away from the faces of strangers with fake bitchy attitudes, back stabbing behaviors and gold wearing gossipers. The extra stimuli that would ride up my nerves, like loud, sudden noise could be minimized by avoiding work all together, which is next to impossible in this area or anywhere for that matter. A company of barter trading sovereigns would have been more conducive to my ongoing ideal of pacing my life in a calmer and more relaxed manner. And, yes, a happy heart resides in happy home.

    Staying home is more rewarding by far without the rat race mentality leading to stress from urgent deadlines or caffeinated highs from coffee supplemented with donuts and bagels. Home is where I could play with four chatty parakeets of ‘happy bird, happy bird’ excitements; behold the beauty of sylphs and the disgust of chemtrails; enjoy the company of my parental units with normal affairs of morning mass, doctor’s appointment and grocery shopping; post my thoughts on discussion forums about anything at all; upload my photos on my weblog and to sleep whenever I felt during the daytimes – mid-morning and sometimes around 03:00PM during the hours when the ‘prana dip’ is high.

    While my all seeing eye and other psychic abilities are being opened slowly, my eyes will now browse the want ads. Job hunting will now resume to the covering of expenses brought about by my maleficent encounters with the worshippers of Mammon, a bunch of online Zionist-based investors of German Jewish ancestry meeting via Yahoo! Messenger seven (7) years ago. And this was all because I wanted to meet ‘friends’ by an old personal ad placed online since 1998 by the same free service online.

    The price I paid then was neither free nor is the buying of friendship. The price comes not from losing my chance of security with all its fine benefits that goes along with those trusted individuals or my hopes of freedom with all its unknown amenities that befits the most speculative associates but from the ongoing enslavement in a virtual reality of lies — many layers upon layers of untruth, like a flying bug snagged in the web of a hungry, blood sucking spider and the delaying the long, overdue contracts with death.

    The ‘dances of death’ has been tried and tested many times over with two or more of his relatives to the recent death of the Mormon leader on Sunday, January 27, 2008. My only regret is not being able to prevent my angered thoughts from expressing itself in this dimension. My only request has been to help me overcome such resentments to their deceitful acts and intentions and probably for my own protection, whatever the case may be.

    As far as a case like mine in concerned, there is nothing more far-fetched that could be done to rectify damages done or emotional hurt in the current justice system that frowns upon whistleblowers, whose only protection is unanswered prayers to an unseen, god-like entity amidst the opinions of biased judges. The future is bleak, I’m afraid, whereby bank accounts are not frozen but drained slowly as if giving of life’s precious fluids in the form of servile kindness.

    My first act of kindness was towards a fellow with buck teeth. He is the poorest of his relatives and rightfully so, a standard ‘Christian’ with foul-mouthed sentiments that runs to the high heavens. I don’t blame him as he has reported others involved prior to my discovery over the course of these ‘hold-ups’ — as exemplified by his recant of a story back in high school days when two black guys threatened him at gun point. They may have been ‘men in black’ to intercept him. But I was found by him anyway years later.

    As facetious as my story may appear, there is reason to believe that fateful event was primarily by the horse’s mouth, a Mormon, whose claim of my being his ‘best friend’ and a ‘right hand’ is equated to the likes of Masons and their ‘Supreme Being’ (whom I assume is a non-existent entity overseeing a secret society for the few willing recruits to their project — Axis of Egos).

    My ego was high, like my shiney forehead, but my heart was pure then and now. As ‘buck teeth’ and I stood at the door way to a motel room, I saw the fat one sitting down in a chair on the left side of the room while he watched television. I blurted out my intention to what I thought benefited the many and to his surprise covered his mouth with both hands. I felt something was true and noted my observations to this day without ever realizing what I got myself into other than what was told to me at the time.

    A few days later and at around 10:30PM, the arms of the fat one wrapped around my being, embracing me in the small motel room while in front of three adults and one child. Our small world passed by in the span of one minute — immortalized by his islander son’s singing the lyrics on his groups hit CD. Resistance was futile as I struggled a bit but relaxed to what seemed like an eternity by the same hands that will seal my fate.

    But fate continued to present itself into my routine time and time again via phone calls, paper trails and leg work. The work keeps me busy physically but mentally is quite draining. The last bleeding outlet is a free service, ‘PreyPill’. Two others services — the ‘Westernized Unit’ and the ‘Moron Game’ — blocked me from further activities due to some compliance issue and has suspended my account online, respectively. My imagination came up with all sorts of reasons to explain why I may have been placed on a special list. So far, I’m an idiot.

    And stupid people like me continue to do stupid things and we never seem to learn from history, such as never talk to strangers especially online. And two years ago attested to my hardest lesson yet: It was a chatter, who claimed to have met with foul play. And I played along foolishly thinking I could make a world of difference by participating in what appears to be legitimate. I couldn’t tell the difference but I let that go after one month of emotional trial and blogged about my personal experiences in short stories and poems.

    Blogs do nothing more than contain some juicy material about many unexplained mysteries, spiritual or paranormal without much scientific evidence to provide as proof for the skeptics and debunkers except a few photographs, some of which are fuzzy and blurry. It’s the interaction that counts more with my most recent ‘friends’, who happen along and made their marks into my pages for the public to read. So to this day I could only hope all is for the good regardless of some specially trained people whom I may never know in person or ever see again in this life time.

    ‘They’ are of course everywhere: viewing my world through my mind’s eyes; watching my every move through their parked vehicles; monitoring my online activities through their tracking programs and making themselves known once in awhile with synchronous events, like chemtrails being laid directly over my home; popping sounds from the television or walls; numbering systems appearing as code; images of heart shapes in everyday objects like clouds and food stuff and sounds of happiness from nature (especially parakeets) and wisdom from people (especially Maw who mysteriously seems to recap thoughts I’ve previously entered electronically via my blogs).

    However, certain activities seem to have been decreasing steadily, especially online: Noone wants to chat with forte and my emails are pretty much empty. Lately, I’ve received zero Nigerian e-mails ever since Dateline NBC aired the segment(s) on these scams, which is my greatest bane from the likes of bush whacking, Pete and pals whose dark actors can’t seem to stop taking greedy folks for what they are worth. Instead, I’ve been getting those ads for computer support and, well, physical enhancements for the male gender. This is totally a ‘yuck’ factor.

    So far despite the concerted effort to tame my two middle fingers pointed upwards into the clear blue skies, I’ve learned that no matter what happens in the end the central theme remains: ‘I will always love you’. This is could not be more eloquently expressed than in this morning’s ‘romantic’ short story authored by a forum member, ‘Extralien’ and entitled: ‘This was her moment’ about Miss Clairidge and her stallion BlackBerry. And of course there is always a good laugh to be had, discounting any ‘bad’ effects upon the unwitting ‘victim’ in this game of life. I call out ‘Touché’ to those who know how to have some fun, too.

    Copyright © FVDF. All rights reserved.

  • 20080206-Earthquake Details

    Omnious Promenade to the World’s Last Dance

    Earthquakes are caused by different beings[…] When these beings express in anger or frustration, their energy is usually disbursed horizontally, and a violent episode can even split the ground on either surface of the shell.

    On Wednesday, February 06, 2008 at 10:33:34 PM at epicenter, I felt a magnitude 3.0 earthquake. I was upstairs in the second floor, sitting down in front of the computer, browsing that conspiracy site and felt only one sudden jolt, which terminated to the ‘westward’ direction to my right side from where I sat.

    I went into the earthquake.usgs.gov website to pull up the recent California-Nevada list of earthquakes and found Event ID nc51195958. I then clicked on the ‘Did you feel it?’ link and proceeded to fill out the questionnaire as part of the report. Of course, I filled out all data, including the optional section. Then I copied and pasted whatever I could onto a word document for my ‘records’ and pressed the submit button.

    Later on Wednesday, February 06, 2008 at 10:38:08 PM at epicenter, I felt another earthquake. This time it was only magnitude 1.5. I went to the same website as the previous entries and filled out the questionnaire for Event ID nc51195959. I did those rather quickly and entered a second request in ‘Additional Comments’ section to correct my first entries done in haste: ‘A few large cracks in walls’ and ‘Many large cracks in walls’. Both did not apply for both events.

    Yeah, so the ‘Alum Rock, CA’ earthquakes have been more frequent ever since I let loose my anger while taking a shower upstairs in the bathroom back Thursday, November 22, 2007. This anger of mine was a reflection of my frustration towards ‘Maw’ for being a stubborn, young soul, full of temper tantrums if she doesn’t get her ways. My own thoughts screamed very loudly at death to the old ways of anything that got in my way. The manifestations were in the form of earthquakes, knowingly.

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  • 20080206-Liars Form

    Shapeshifting reptoids so vile and so green
    Windsurfing androids of smiley bile unseen
    Sulphuric fire and brimstones from hell
    Societies so secret even I cannot tell.

    More layers of lies by the kinky haired one
    The fat man and bush whackers will never be done
    A big African nation where clerks are on strike
    The dark ones are foolish — they are all alike.

    Author’s note: First stanza based on Bill Maher’s appearance on Larry King Live (CNN). Second stanza based on a phone call received today at 03:33PM.

    Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20050823-Crown Chakra

    I thought I’d share this old photo of my forehead. I took this photo back in August 2005 while watching television by myself.

    Image source: VGA1000 by Samsung®; Created on Thursday, May 10, 2007, 9:33:23 PM.
    My cellphone photo showing to top of my head.

    This photo was taken after I felt something tingling on top of my head, where the crown chakra is normally located. The crown chakra should be purplish in color. I don’t know why I decided to take this photo because there was nothing else I could do during that time. So I held the camera phone steady with my dominant right hand and calculated where I should point the unit for a clear shot. I believe I held a mirror to make sure I was getting the top of my head. It’s a good thing I’ve uploaded the photo into my cellphone service that same day because the date stamps the photo is in actuality the date when the photo was taken. There were other photos I took during that time — my feet, toes, hands and fingers. All had the same date stamp of August 2005. I reviewed the photo both on the phone itself and later on online.

    But of course the photo is so small I cannot make out any detail to make sure that the purplish coloration on the top of my head wasn’t due to the miniature flash bulb of the camera phone. I imagined seeing an open flower of some sort but those could have been little strands of stray hair sticking up from static electricity. I recall touching the top of my hair to make sure that nothing would indicate loose ends but once again the photo is muddy in appearance to determine for sure what I really saw that time.

    Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.