At 2:45pm, I noticed a familiar number. But it wasn’t 144,000. It was 14,400, which looks close enough! Here is a screen shot! Hahaha! Bored…
Tag: freemasonry
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Go Betweeners
“According to Victor who read the Mason’s Bible, Pope Pius IX allowed Freemasons to work within the Catholic church.”
~Paw (in the car about what Victor said during a long-distance, phone call conversation)…
“The [Catholic] church has been infiltrated. I wouldn’t give cash to strangers other than to our local parish. Look what happened to “DAD.” They don’t know where the money went.”
~Maw (in the car about what she watched on television)…
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Correct: And sure enough after this evening’s mass, the Knights of Columbus were wearing their yellow “aprons” and passing out Tootsie-Rolls to anyone willing to “pass a buck” (or donate, if you will). The church is no longer a place of worship or charity. It serves as a place for “MONEY-CHANGERS”. The Vatican is behind this grand religious scam, where pedophiles continue to “serve their people” behind closed doors. Yuch!
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20101016-Noticing Numbers
Well, my blog stats is showing 52,433 total views. Notice the double digits of three. Oh and again my receipt from SpeeDee showed a time stamp of xxx4:44. I don’t know.
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Bird Sacrificed
“Pimon died so that I won’t die.”
~Maw (in the car today)…
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Correct: TPTB sacrificed Pimon on October 13, 2010. Ritually, he went and instead 33 Chilean miners were rescued. I asked the dead Rose on October 11, 2010 after the viewing services to take Pimon’s pain away. She did.
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20101012-Noticing Numbers
In recent news, I noticed the double-digit number of 33 and the number 69, which is a Piscean symbol and/or something ‘sexual’ – as in the position of mating couples. Also, the incident is located in SAN JOSE MINE, Chile. That closely matches my city located in SAN JOSE, CA (USA).
Chile choreographs dramatic finish to rescue saga
By MICHAEL WARREN, Associated Press Writer Michael Warren, Associated Press Writer – 17 mins agoSAN JOSE MINE, Chile – Chilean officials prepared to lower two rescuers almost a half-mile into a collapsed mine Tuesday, the precursor to fresh air and freedom for 33 men trapped for 69 days. No one in history has been trapped underground so long and survived.
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20101009-Noticing Numbers
Well, after searching online for websites leading to “Padre Pio”, I came across one website that says:
Welcome to the
Padre Pio Foundation of AmericaCelebrating 33 years!
Join US!Notice the double digits of 33. And after learning of a “long distant” relative taking on an interest in Masons, he’s hinting onto something. I would expect anyone who knows what’s going on to keep my identity under wraps. That includes the folks in WordPress.com.
Also, the time stamp to a PetSmart receipt read as 1:22PM.
Again these examples are many instances of double digits as it appears on atomic clocks at home, on my car’s dashboard (speedometer and odometer) and of course CA driver license plates:- Those cars with double-digit license plate numbers would mysteriously appear in front of me almost EVERY week.
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Can’t Tell
“You can tell [your family].”
~Famous friend (long ago during a cellphone conversation).
I can’t tell them anything! They won’t believe what I’ve read online and personally experienced! No one except those “chosen” or at least “invited” and with at least some curiosity would understand why I’m ranting and pissing off after all these slong years!
“Who invited you? You are Catholic, not a Mason! And no one can change your religion!”
~Maw a few minutes ago.
Oh, yeah? Then why is your precious boy refusing to attend weekly Catholic mass? And why did he marry a Buddhist? Don’t you think I have the right and free-will to explore other bizarre associations?
Thank goodness for the internet and free speech, no matter how weird or terrifying the information! I wouldn’t want to be so friggin’ stuck with your old-fashioned ways of thinking.
My god! Why am I still living with these people? Why am I attending a parish that’s obviously infiltrated with “Satanic” overtones? Even nice, elderly folks of the Knights of Columbus were inviting members into their fold this evening after mass. I noticed too that one bearded old white guy with a beer belly passed out the Eucharist. He pointed upwards with his right index finger. Great.
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Paw’s Phone Call
So for about one friggin’ hour, Paw called long distance. He shared stories with the guy and the guy in turned shared stories with Paw. I’ve recently added the “long-distance relative” to my Facebook account. He’s a noise-maker for all I care.
Besides his former employment as a teacher, he read a Mason’s bible in which they don’t believe in the “Hail Mary” and as he put it has been more or less “orchestrated”. He is into Tai Chi and found healing by simply visiting the Padre Pio website. The guy is full of it, really.
As usual Maw pissed off when I tried to insert my conversation and twisted interpretation. Old timers are more irritable. I wonder how parents could have endured with much patience are when we were once kids and now vice versa, meaning moi, with little patience! She needs her chill pill.
Anyway, now Paw is talking long distance, which is probably forwarded overseas. It was all because a relative passed out at church and he doesn’t have appetite to eat. So Paw, being the “nice” nephew to the old guy, is calling to find out how the old fart is doing. He’s the youngest brother of five siblings of my late paternal grandmother.
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Noticing Evil
Besides the usual double digits appearing on CA license plate numbers, atomic clocks, etc., I had purchased three raffle tickets (at $9.00) to a parish festival held on 10/2 and 10/3 last week.
Major cash prizes were:
- 1st – $10,000;
- 2nd – $3,000;
- 3rd – $1,500;
- 4th – $1,000; and
- 5th – $500.
We didn’t win of course. The numbers on the tickets were:
- No. 29831;
- No. 29832; and
- No. 29833.
The double digit of number three is the most frequent appearance for moi!
Also, the logo of the event on the ticket and T-shirts read as : responsibility, respect and relationships. That’s three letters of “R”. Letter “R” is the 18th letter in the alphabet. At 18 three times and the sum total is 54. Add 5 and 4 together, the sum is 9. So put the number 9 together and you get 999 (or turn 666 upside down and you get the Satanic number!)
The log has four stretched out pentagrams. The uneven lengths of each of the five “pointed arms” make the logo of the parish festival look more Satanic than holy.
No wonder people “behind the scenes” bicker in front of each others’ faces and behind each others’ backs!
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Blinked Off
During this morning’s mass, the very TALL and impatient pastor gave his usual RAPID speech sermon about today’s gospel. He mentioned Thomas Paine (one of the Founding Fathers) and the bizarre rituals thereof, meaning Freemasonry.
So while I’m trying to grasp what this former military personnel of Afghanistan knows about “fellow brothers”, the old timers attending this parish have no clue what he is talking about, except me.
In the meantime, the light above the “left hand” of the crucified one blinked out! I whistle the short but familiar tune to the movie: “Close Encounter of the Third Kind”.
Last Saturday and after mass, Paw wanted to eat out for dinner. So we went to Kim Tar and orders the Beef Chop Suey, Shrimp Mayonnaise with Walnut and House Fried Rice. When we exited the place, one of the lights above the telephone blinked off.
I believe I may still have alien implant(s) inside me but I don’t know where those suckers are located. I’ve read somewhere online that lights would blink off whenever someone with alien implant(s) would walk near by the electrical powered objects, which would be light bulbs in my case.
The frequencies emitted from these internal devices may be the culprit to the light bulbs turning off. But others would claim that these incidences occur only in one’s mind, which may be true because thought forms are energy too.
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Not “EGG”
It was the year 2001 and I got a phone call from an American Expresseters representative. It was a financial investment team. And they seemed very enthusiastic about my interest. Of course, I had nothing at that time but visited the place in downtown Campbell, CA. It was near my work a few years earlier.
Two guys were on the team. Several more were scrambling in the back. One of the guy was a brunette. The other one looked like an exact replica of Landy! I was thinking clone at that time.
So I was brought into a room towards the back. It had dark wooden panels and a discussion went on by the brunette mostly. I don’t remember much but wanted to get moving with my life. But as you’ve read, TPTB won’t allow my HARD – EARNED pennies to manifest into my f^ck!ng wallet!
Anyway, the brunette guy asked me along the line:
“Which is more important in your retirement, the chicken or the eggs?”
I answered without much thinking and with equal enthusiasm:
“The chicken!”
The two looked at each other unbelievably so after I repeated my answer twice or thrice, thinking they’ve not heard me.
The brunette guy responded in a long story:
“It’s the egg.”
In the back of my mind, I imagined him following up his thoughts with: “You moron”.
Why did my answer resulted in “the chicken” and not “the egg“? You know the story: “The Goose That Laid The Golden Egg“. Well, that’s what I had in my mind when I was being asked what I wanted to do for my retirement.
That’s the truth. It’s the chicken that came first then the egg. The chicken eats, sleeps and lays the eggs. The citizens, too, eat, sleep and put their eggs into one retirement basket. One is the former – vibrant and productive. The other is the latter – listless and impotent.
Therein exists a lie: The extraterrestrials claimed that it’s the egg that came first. Theoretically and scientifically, that sounds valid. But without a parent, there is no egg. Likewise without a God, there is no existence.
As for the “EGG“, did the Templars come first and then the Freemasons, ergo the “chickens” who are running scared as I blog? If “Everything is Going Great”, why are people still starving?
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Famous Friend
At around 6:00pm tonight, I reviewed all seven voicemail messages to the same number of the same cellphone, which I had for over ten slong years. Six are from the `fellow brothers` at Chasters and the first one was from a hard working server for humanity. I deleted all of the six messages but saved the nice one for review later on by myself and other `fellow brothers` (without my knowledge or consent, of course).
Anyway, here is my philosophy regarding being a famous friend:
- A REAL friend is brutally honest. That’s why they are hated enemies.
- Being famous means `going through the fire` of humility.
(Author’s note: Paw said it’s time for dinner: He was upstairs here at my computer workstation! As a result, this blog entry is shortened because I cannot think. I’m hungry!)