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Behold! A spiritual spider! It returned to the same spot in the bathroom sink.

I was using the toilet and took its picture using the 2x zoom mode.

I let it alone overnight after discovering it while using the toilet. This morning I scooped it up in a paper cup lined with wax, capped it closed, WATCHED it lowered into the grass outback, and returned back to sleep.

This is my daily bread, besides the double, triple numerical values, and other “black cats” crossing my path, such as a short Vietnamese woman in a black dress yakking over the phone while crossing from left to right en route to visit Mom with my daddy and his son.

The other crossing was a black speeding car at MY intersection while driving the boy back to his house after lunch at a steakhouse and after staying three hours in his old home.

Yeah the other crossings were a homeless man jay walking with doggy on a leash and in front of the MB E430 after the steakhouse lunch.

I wonder if I’ll take a spider as a pet! Brouhaha! It’s supposed to be good luck to have spiders inside the house.

Behold! A symbolic crossing whereupon we parked at a corner section of a road Remember that y’all shall return to dust, oh, creature of clay. Your ashes are mine to keep.

Behold! Das Squirrel and I have taken one belay lesson for one hour and we took turns climbing and belaying. A handsome young Filipino lad was the instructor! Hehe! For one grand per customer, we could access the site for one year. I feel great! I believe this will help my health and overall wellbeing.

Dear diary,

I’ve received my Amazon order for thyroid stuff. I had to order it pront and probably a few minutes or hours before Madam Mews posted her Comments. I did a general search on my smile.amazon.com account (which donates to my chosen charity ASPCA) and searched for keywords, such as hypothyroidism and chromium. And only one product seemed to have included chromium, selenium, iodine and other stuff.

So according to the label, the ‘Recommended Use’ indicates two capsules with meals per day. So in order NOT to overdose and at least gauge any allergic reaction to the stuff, I took one now and in another twelve hours I’ll take the other Vegetarian Capsule.

I’m also enjoying a YouTube video while ingesting layers of seaweed. Each sealed package contains a desiccant silica-gel, which is to dehydrate any moisture this dried stuff. But the label does NOT indicate any iodine. So maybe it’s a fake organic foodstuff from Costco.

As for my painful tooth, I’m feeling like the area needs to be healing a bit more. Five days of NOT chewing on one side of the teeth is difficult as I cannot really enjoy my foodstuff. But I would think this is an incentive to slow down my eating and take smaller bites. Yeah, right.

I have until over one month to decide if I should fork out more bucks for a crown. You see, I had a root canal procedure done and there is a filling that feels secure but soft. And according to the online informationals, a crown goes along with a root canal.

I noticed the drastic improvement with my left sinus. There seems to be little congestion and less greenish boogers, meaning that the infection was small but creepy into my sinuses. I didn’t feel pain but a pressure. So I would imagine a sinue pressure is an indication of sinus infection. NO matter how I try to irrigate my nasal passages with saline solution, the pressure pain and boogers didn’t go away – until this Monday’s EXPENSIVE procedure.

That session, though I felt that I wasted my money, was also an educational opportunity for a student to learn what the dental surgeon wanted. Once again, the way I perceive stuff seems bad and evil, when in fact – my horrible and terrible experiences are meant to be temporary – no extra weight or meaning.

So after work and in the past few days or month or whatever, I feel like I’ve been sedated – floating – like a Japanese Edo Period – almost shielded or protected from experiencing horrible, terrible pain. I guess I’m numb or desentized while still existing in this humanized form.

What is supposed to have been a really bad toothache, felt more like a stabbing shooting warning to watch my potty mouth. Or at least be happy and work, knowing that I could may well be hired full-time on a permanent basis.

The benefits seem fine. But I guess I am supposed to uphold my commitment, or spiritual enslavement. Y’all know what I’m talking about! In as much as I would have liked to have meet y’all, I guess NOT!

Sincerely,

Flynn B hopeful yet wondering – really?

FBI set up and framed Trump advisor in 2017 https://ourspiritualworld.blogspot.com/2019/05/fbi-set-up-and-framed-trump-advisor-in.html

An empty suit. An empty chair. Like I said, this hellish planet seems to operate as a HUGE charity ball.

The spiritual exercise or test is the commitment to be honest – how far will y’all go to achieve said goals?

If a job is supposed to invoke digging around stuff, and it’s bought and paid for as agreed, then in spite of the alleged immoral and illegal activities, one can only opine that’s a bad deal.

Or it is? The way I see it – such stuff is meant to expose the flaws of oversight and such and the potential improvements of processes.

Again who is the one injured or hurt from such set up and frame up? The advisor? Well aren’t all legal goons as well as any culpable human capable of such bad jobs?

Anyway, I’m not understanding how and why the Lawd Gawd can allow such bad stuff to manifest, especially for Trump.

Happy Birthday Matt! http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2019/05/happy-birthday-matt.html

Happy Birthday🔥😊Matt! (My fat thumbs accidentally punched two emoticons. I would assume that was spiritual as weird stuff seems to originate from and by “them”.)

Yeah so Matt is a Taurus and so is my daddy. His 80th birthday was on May 3rd. I could only guess their general dispositions in nature would be similar. Brouhaha.

Done.

Dear diary,

I feel better now. After cooking raw fish (for Friday tomorrow) already marinated in sesame oil, tonight’s incoming word was ‘placebo’ or anything to that effect, such as thoughts, prayers, and other home remedies, such as liver cleanse. So I thank y’all – meaning to two cat lovers; for my personal blog is still in the private mode.

Nah, before that – I was thinking of JC after viewing this morning’s inspirational photo of clouds in the skis. I was trying to force happy thoughts despite feeling sleepy during work.

I guess the numbing stuff (three shots) into my gums on Monday is still inside my system. And so that stuff helps to relax my jaws and everything else. I’ve been sleeping longer and better, too.

Oh, and that greenish booger for the past few years and last week for a couple of days have seem to all but disappear, including that painful or sensitive left sinus with congestion. That creepy crawling feeling over my left cheek and left nostril bone over the weekend might have been due to that tooth fracture and infection! After my daily morning routine of saline nasal wash, there are little to no greenish boogers!

Work has been ‘normal’ as I struggle to stay happy and awake. For the past few days the cross-trainer girl has been letting the Field Offices know that I’m handle a certain task while she is handling her new promoted job. So I could assume that I’ve gotten the job. My three month’s probation would be June 4th.

And so hopefully I’ll be able to work full-time at a job that I love doing. But I have to remain calm and relaxed, especially keep my mouthing mumblings under control. Because I’m bored, don’t care, and really don’t have to work.

But that’s the only way to earn extra money for emergency stuff, such as my failed tooth. Plus, I cannot depend on my daddy in the long-run. I need security because I fail to ask for help like carpooling, and have not really been good about taking care of myself.

Which brings me to stress and other stuff. I feel more relaxed and less stressed out when I don’t participate in those two singing gigs. I really do NOT benefit from charity or volunteer work. I’m wasting my time. And I am tired after work to participate. These are for those who are committed (to an asylum of similar traits), retired, and basically bored doing nothing.

I told my daddy that I am like him. We don’t socialize much and are NOT personable people humanz. He said that he would stop going to choir when I stop. He doesn’t do anything else but stay home, exercise, vacuum the parakeet seeds, and garden outdoors. He refuses to drive himself anywhere. So I have to be his ‘vehicle’ to go outside.

I’m trapped! But I don’t have to be. I wanna be a loner and meditate and bemuse myself with selfish stuff, such as chowing down post-dinner snacks. A growing kid like me needs nourishment. But I’ve stayed home for too long. Whatever, rant is completed.

Sincerely,

Flynn B the recovering rantcoholic.

the natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God: https://ourspiritualworld.blogspot.com/2019/05/the-natural-man-receiveth-not-things-of.html

Yeah, and Happy Early Birthday, Matt.

Actually, I am stilly interested in the spiritual stuff as my inquiries to who, what, when, how and why stuff can and has been created.

So on my thoughts which has been manifesting, I get to sing at gigs. And while doing so, I would boost those strategic locations.

It so happens one of the principal opera singers is or was and FBI agent. So yeah I would like to continue singing of praise and thanksgiving to the Lawd Gawd, but I might have social anxiety and a few minutes ago (though already flagged many years ago by Madame Mess), I realize that I might have hypothyroidism (undiagnosed).

I’m researching on proper diet and supplements (stuff that I’m too lazy to dig up in my OLD blog in which Madam Mews mentioned remedies); so I can feel better.

Oh and my temperature is lower on or about 97.4, 97.6, etc. That’s been like that for many years. Hmm. Yeah. I was taking my temperature to ensure I don’t have a fever from my ROOT CANAL done this Monday after FAILURE of my fracture number fifteen tooth! So freaking painful that I don’t care anymore, and I skipped Monday’s choir rehearsal.

Oh and lovely photo of skyward confirmations. Bless Y’all!

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The children get in the way with the one you love. Yup. That’s so true. Brouhaha!

Dear diary,

I’m well rested after a power nap a few hours ago. I’ve enjoyed this Saturday. Read and replied to an email, submitted my daddy’s old lawn mower for repair and service and our old cutlery for sharpening. We had the usual lunch of boiled soup with frozen veggies and whatever mystery meat balls or dumplins.

In this blog, I’ll express my displeasure. Once again, I do NOT believe that banishing prayer is working because Respondent has been triggered by my daddy’s front yard gardening activities. She is becoming more bold – Thursday she is seen gardening but hiding inside a hooded jacket and the her side front facing wooden door was opened, Friday her side door leading to her garage but facing our shared fence has been open, Friday night the front garage lights was shining brightly after my daddy and the three of us enjoyed his 80th birthday out for dinner and desserts.

The dinner receipt was check number 9111 and total amount USD 166.99. A few minutes ago, I was sharing my insights to the Old Soul who doesn’t give a fuck. I also shared a screenshot from the iTune – Madame X for USD9.999 Pre-Order Expected on June 14, 2019. So whatever event might be happening on or about this date, we should pray really hard. Then again prayers do NOT seem to work.

And so I don’t care anymore because this world won’t change and that’s the way it is. After ranting to my family last night about my choir gig,s it’s two versus one, where my daddy said to be nice. The Old Soul said the feeling is different when there is closeness. The swollen, gout-filled choir leader isn’t close like a friend but more like and acquaintance. The sister-in-law said that if I’m happy and don’t complain then it’s okay. But I NOT happy and I complain, which isn’t fair to my daddy, who doesn’t get it.

And so the Old Soul said something along the line that I don’t have to stay and he cited examples where he texted someone to bug off. And so one day that someone texted him back. But he knew it was that felon from work who was posing as that someone else. And the Old Soul knew NOT to take the bait.

So unless y’all are here to mess with humanity but confusing them with thoughts and prayers, love and light, and other charity ball stuff, I would advise y’all to stop it. Because y’all aren’t getting off this hellish planet. Nope. I didn’t come here for whatever. I came here to break up these mockeries.

And I know that the Herr Maestro can pick up on my thoughts. Because after lunch during a retreat two Saturdays ago, I entered the ‘sanctuary’ and thought to myself – What a nice place to get hitched. And after a few minutes of the Chapter’s talks and nominations (for life) of new board members (mostly whitish, which is why I’m freaking out like a blackened facial mole with two strings of wiry hairs), Herr Maestro started playing on the mini-grand piano a familiar wedding march, a title which I should know but done. Ta-ta-ta. Ta-tum. Ta-tum-ta-tum.

So the Old Soul has installed his plywoods inside his garage and is texting about sandstones feeling alive. I was disappointed that he used two metal screws to crucify the stones into the makeshift plywoods to use as a practice rock climbing indoors. I must be imagine weird stuff.

Sincerely,

Flynn B wondering why I bother sharing my stuff with other souls who don’t give a fuck.

Dear diary,

I’m an ungrateful and unthankful idiot. Outta habit, I hurried home and forgot to buy my daddy a simple birthday card. So that says a lot about my forgetfulness. This would appear that I do NOT care anymore.

His birthday is tomorrow and we will be celebrating a sushi dinner. He does NOT like sushi. But I am assuming these Japanese restaurants would have his rice plates or boxes, meaning at least non-fish items, such as chicken and beef.

Today work has been merciful. I keep messing up and they can adjust the workload to my slowness. But I’m expected to take over her desk. Great. Now I’m stuck with the big guy, the CFO, who appears slow, too. Maybe he has to retire too. Heck there are lots of old timers who won’t go away.

Anyway, I helped payroll compare stuff and I see all confidential information. I can’t do anything with that stuff as an investigator told me that nothing can be done with SSN and CDL. That much I know.

All I know that this organization is non-profit, meaning this would be my third non-profit gig. I like it. I rationalized and told my daddy a few days ago, that working here is like singing at church.

Members is to paying their dues as Parishioners is to donating their monies. Either way, the concept is the same. The stage is set – one side fights for an agenda, cause, or movement; while the other side gets shiny blings, huge SUVs, and other victories.

Yeah so in my imagination, when and if this non-profit buys and pays for my stay, I’ll have to return the proceeds. I believe no more than $1000 per year would be good until I pay off my servitude. Do y’all understand that concept? It is the same!

No matter how one tries to look pretty high up on the social ladder of success, it’s still a HUGE charity ball – some like to dance to the tune as participants, others prefer to be entertained as spectators. All across the board – political, religious, and financial – these reasons are meant to recycle, return one’s gratitude.

So in my current two gigs, I’m being spiritually punished. I have the choice to leave but the egos of my younger brother and elderly father would be crushed and I would end up being LESS anxious in the social setting and hopeless, as my activities are limited to home and parakeets.

Even the parakeets are VERY quiet after the passing of Mister Mel. In my imagination, I would have bought two more parakeets and a new cage. But that come later on when and if I do get hire for permanent slavery. I like doing administrative stuff. But I get VERY anxious when lost.

I’ve inherited my daddy’s insecurity. He doesn’t like partying, and I don’t like going near his relatives. I do NOT understand why he ruined our lives by moving out West. We were happier back East among friends. He wanted to be near his siblings, but decided to live far away from them after realizing something was off.

But it was too late. So now I’m stuck in this liberal progressive state that won’t clean up its mess. I want to be happy and can no longer be happy when the still exist this world – evil, good and fugly co-existing.

Today my daddy is cleaning up the remaining tall weeds. And when I arrived home a few minutes after five o’clock, I noticed Respondent is gardening too, but covered her head with a hooded white jacket. Her side gate to OUR shared fence was wide open. My daddy is too stubborn and continues to garden because he only cares to do his own business; whereas I would rather hide from Respondent so as NOT to trigger her response. And if said Respondent does get trigger one phone call will bring the Sheriff.

So your damn prayers do NOT work. Sorry. I would advise y’all to stop lying to humanz. Thanks.

Sincerely,

Flynn B observing your progress. Obviously, y’all still have potty mouths and continue to fight back against Creator and His Creations. Sheesh.

Dear diary,

I’m an idiot. I guess by intelligence standards, I figure my understanding and social strength is still at the teenager level. Everything else is learned👎.

So yesterday the free dental said that I should get my tooth extracted. His opinion was that a new filling and a cap wasn’t gonna help.

So I panicked and got pissed. I called my daddy and he said that his dentist would try to save the tooth with a cap.

So my appointment would be next Tuesday or Friday and Saturday for any openings because they have only one dental chair open while under construction 🚧!

I told my daddy last night that God is punishing for having a potty mouth. I also briefly told him over a phone call that today was his changed dental appointment from next Monday due to construction.

But he doesn’t hear me or absorb that new information. So when the hygienist called him up he looked confused and wouldn’t stand up.

I accompanied him and filled out my paperwork as a new patient. Before they went in, the hygienist said that the dentist might refer me to the endodonist in the hopes of saving my tooth. But she told us that if they can’t save it the. It will be extracted.

So that’ll be all for now.

Dad ate lunch by himself and was confused because he prepared lunch for two. And he forces himself to eat the extra when his brain should know better and store the leftovers for next time. I attended a demo for cutting food and had a chance to speak with Eric.

So that’s what I’m dealing with at the home front. I emailed my workload to the cross trainer. I’m learning stuff here.

Sincerely,

Flynn B wants to quit the other singing gig. I know I have anxiety every time I attend Monday nights. It’s old age, I guess.