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a moment of gratitude to those who serve you, by helping me http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2019/06/a-moment-of-gratitude-to-those-who.html

Squee!

Happy 18th Birthday Randy, I love you http://ourspiritualworld.blogspot.com/2019/06/happy-18th-birthday-randy-i-love-you.html

Well, it appears that POTUS and child have similar birthdays and possibly traits.

Dear diary,

I’ve sinned again. With that said, I’ve burped after eating my pre-dinner snack – jalapeño bread! I’m watching a gamer screaming.

The whole days have been mostly scanning. I like it but I realized that I am also messing up this VERY easy project, which is probably worth half the pay that I’m earning.

At 1133 am a Division Director called me up to find out if the client said anything. I said that I don’t know and replied to her email later on that all I know is that I’m still working temporarily and that I like the workload and various tasks.

If y’all notice the double-digit numerical value, that would signal unto Evil Kitty that I got this temp gig from hell because of ‘them’ – the network is also to stick me with a union. Wow.

Anyway, after work I bought my daddy his frozen veggies. And against his fear of his damn kidneys and eating too much meat, I bought frozen meatball. I got pissed off at him again (my daily bread) that he’s in his eighties and shouldn’t worry and enjoy his meals – for crying out loud!

And so we are planning to call the smart engineer, who wanted my daddy to waive his rights and interests. However, based on whatever the attorney discussed with us, and after looking at the accessor’s market value, it’s NOT worth selling.

The lot belongs to everyone. But my daddy rebuilt the house. Therefore, he won’t sell and let it rot. I guess the smart engineer wants something that really doesn’t belong to her. If we wanna keep it, we might be forced to pay taxes and whatnots to keep the idiots quiet.

That’s what happens when y’all got relative whose mentality belongs back in the jungle. They think everything belongs to them. Selling the house and lot would render one family homeless and for what – USD1,000.00!

That’s right! The estimated market value from twenty years ago would be a conversion rate of one laptop computer. I’m sick of it and really don’t wanna communicate further with the bloodlines of thieves, including those islanders.

Well, I shouldn’t judge so harshly and felt really bad that I can be so mean, nasty and downright frustrated. I guess that’s how I got connected to y’all and this temp job from hell – because of ‘them’ – your network of spiritual thugs.

Sincerely,

Flynn B trudging along and wondering – hey – next Monday I’m getting my new tooth; so I can chew food stuff with no pain.

Scientists Create “Deepfake” Software Allowing Anyone To Edit Anything Anyone Says On Video http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2019/06/scientists-create-deepfake-software.html

After coming home from a viewing of my uncle’s brother-in-law, after taking a shower to remove the smell of formaldehyde, and after chewing the remaining dinner, my incoming thought was Trump’s FAKE NEWS. I can see that he is compromised with that editing technology. I can see that news, financial and whatever, can be fudged, like the voting elections. I can see that we should turn off the televisions.

Also I noticed that my Matrix is glitching. For example, and with my undiagnosed transpositional errors, my mind sees something correct and “automatically” write down what my eyeballs saw. But with a second take, I can see the writings were transposed.

Likewise, stuff can be see or heard and also unseen and unheard. Stuff is in the reversal, like what the chiropractor told me yesterday – a stiff painful muscle is really a weak muscle. As above as below upside down and inside out. Sheesh.

Human Trafficking lanes being shut down http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2019/06/human-trafficking-lanes-being-shut-down.html

Are y’all sure that all stones have been turned upside down? Islanders and giants.

Former Atheist dies and sees Hell. Repent! Bryan Melvin NDE Testimony http://surfingsunboy.blogspot.com/2019/06/former-atheist-dies-and-sees-hell.html

Welp, I was trolling your links and mysteriously you synced your stuff because my feed is showing a few minutes ago as I was saving your stuff for later reads. Once again I guess there is no surprising your predictions of programmings.

Dear diary,

My daddy and I went consulted with an attorney and I returned to work at 1230pm. We learned stuff and well I guess the best course of action is to either sell it or let it go.

The first point is the land title, which is a HUGE piece of paper with something red. I might have something like that but it says duplicate copy. While the lot belongs to everyone, the house was REBUILT by my parents and is showing the names of my daddy and me.

The second point is that although Mom wanted to keep the old house and lot within the bloodline, the beneficiaries may include the mean and nasty relatives, who did NOT contribute a penny to the upkeep and tax payments.

The third point is that the smart engineer wanted my daddy to waive his rights and interests to her so she can sell it as agreed. But based on the attorney, my daddy would be giving up a lot and that his descendants might benefit, too. He might have 16 percent of the stake with the split from him going to his two children at half each.

The fourth point is that the smart engineer had a daddy who has a bloodline of thieves. He abused my auntie and the family suffered. So I didn’t like how she weaved a story about a hearing scheduled for their Wednesday time and how her phone calls coincided with sense of urgency which is typical of crooked Asians.

The fifth point is that the location of the neighborhood is terrible and the condition of the house and lot is running down. That is the scenario and impression that she painted into our minds.

There are so many points that if I wanted to get rid of the house and lot, I could do so without her. She and the rest could have sold it already and wanted us to forfeit whatever share because there wasn’t anything to distribute or they already stole the share to my daddy.

With that said, they all can become rancid.

Sincerely,

Flynn B wanting them to become rancid.

Well, this is fine and dandy. After trying to be a concerned citizen, this is what I get – spooks that illegally dump and abandon vehicles. So if I were a prick against homeless thugs, I would report the spook within 72 hours. However, I heard a small pooch bark from somewhere inside. They had parked since last night. I hope they are NOT overheated inside.

So tomorrow morning, we have a consultation with an attorney. I just wanna find out if our pieces of papers are good and what power we have to make stuff happen. Whatever shakes out, I’m tired.

Sincerely,

Flynn B overheated but enjoying a salty snack. I love my job, but when I don’t know stuff I can feel rising anxiety attacks. Sheesh.

http://messiahmews.blogspot.com/2019/06/aussie-grandmother-gets-her-lb-of-flesh.html

Good, nothing like the Second Amended rights that Americanized citizens seem to take for granted.

So yesterday I heard a low banging on our front door. I wasn’t afraid as my daddy and I were just about to leave for whatever, because I forgot now.

So I opened the three lights – foyer, front porch and floodlights and opened the front door. I was being polite as the tall whitish JW spook was sharing Scriptural passages.

So as their usual protocol they would share their ‘tract’ which is similar to the word railroad track or a flimsy booklet titled: Would You Like To Know The Truth?

After taking his piece of paper, flipping through the four pages, and with the black iron-grilled door slightly ajar, he asked me something along the line of what point interest me.

Now I’ve been doing my ‘homework’ which is viewing YouTube videos. And after clicking the multiple pages to that Yahweh’s Sword website, saving and deleting webpages due to the elements overlapping just the first page, these spooks visited us and dare ask unto evil kitty questions.

So I answer, Life. Living. Live, which I mis-pronounced as eye and NOT eve. He shared the 3:16 and I agreed that God’s Son was sacrificed. He then shared something else that I blurted out that I didn’t understand, though I did see the word illumination.

After he asked if I knew what that mean, I said that they are allowed to exercise their selfishness and ego, because the Living God with a snap of his fingers can do the opposite of his purpose.

After he read that unknown passage a second time, he asked if he can come back to share who is behind that passage containing the word which I saw as illumination.

But I said you’d have to ask my daddy, who then asked the spook what is their religion, upon which the spook replied, Jehovah Witness. I corrected the spook and said shouldn’t that be Yahwah. He replied that is true. My god, WTF are y’all testing the Lawd Gawd?

When he and the purple-shirted, dark-skinned SAI guy who served as a diversity tool (much like the swollen, gout-filled laden church choir leader whom I caught her words saying CRAZY aloud upon my descent from the back of the choir box with my daddy at her intersection, who is using my minority status to fill their city choir gig), they left without saying a word of blessings from JC or the Lawd Gawd. I tried to say God Bless y’all but they were already walking away fast and paused at the base of our driveway looking around like thugs for their next victims.

While they stood like thugs, I said aloud through the closed iron-grilled gate that the xxxx (four-digit home number) of Respondent has two RO and that they can minister to that koo-koo head.

Honestly folks, y’all are driving up my patience to have the Lawd Gawd snap his fingers. With the Land Title Issues In The Philippines and my incoming thoughts on or about 1510 while washing our dishes for a late lunch, my usual suspect is that my maternal cousin wants to own property so that she could get a VISA for Australian residency or something like that.

She is so smart that she can carry on a conversation at our expense via her husband’s cellphone and via Facebook, which I reactivated for the fifth or sixth time already! She already has different talents and is going to class.

So my daddy, being elderly, wanted to give the stuff to her. But I do NOT feel comfortable with the transaction of my father’s signature to her and some strangers, though I know they can make stuff happen without our presence or the need of going through lawyers properly.

So whatever is gonna happen, with the next door neighbor’s landslide hitting the property, the owner not responding to the safety issue, the structure already having pieces of concrete flaking off after two years of being build in 2003, and the stories of strangers banging on the property and wanting to gain entry to take photos inside MY bluish bungalow located on “Real Street Interior”, of my cousin being threatened and whatever, I don’t care.

If land title is supposed to pass through the hands of the males, I’m gonna defer decision-making to my daddy since he is listed as as a surviving spouse for fourth degree of inheritance, with my younger brother and I as primary degree, since we have something from the accessor.

Welp, I don’t know how this is gonna work out, or if we all need to be present to sign papers or if a holographic will is possible or if a Filipino attorney located in San Francisco can assist. I’ve yet to call that office branch main number and schedule an appointment.

The funny thing about these damned Asians and other disparate fools begging for stuff is the sense of urgency. I’ve experienced that urgency from the first group (which contains that fat bastard to whom I requested y’all to create a crystal gift), and of course y’all. So my status of going bankrupt would be a third time around with my freaking ungrateful maternal relatives whom I do NOT know too well and being TOO anti-social and paranoid, do NOT want to get to know them or too close either.

Stay away!

Sincerely,

Flynn B. My daddy and I will find out if we have any power to do anything with whatever pieces of papers that we may have on file. I may wish to have my maternal cousin forward whatever she has to that attorney for further review, investigation, and processing. Oh what fun! I knew that once I start working that hard-earned money will go away and my account will be back to zero!!! I’m NOT gonna let my daddy spend on me again just so I can connect with resentments and hurt feelings that he refuses to connect with his only son. Sigh. P.S. I got mad at my daddy that he HIDE from view and refused to acknowledge or greet my cousin and her husband two nights ago. But he learned to speak with her last night and greeting her husband. Sheesh.

Even autistic white male boys can’t catch a break in our satanic leftist world http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2019/06/even-autistic-white-male-boys-cant.html

Wow and she can afford those colorful, sharpen, and pointy fingernails.

Youtube has blocked me from sharing videos except for a line item link http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2019/06/youtube-has-blocked-me-from-sharing.html

Well, the Lawd Gawd has oftentimes found ways to make stuff happen without fail.

1. I complained, whined, moaned, bitched, kicked and screamed about karmic debt, bad luck, and other stuff, such as joblessness and homelessness.

2. I now have a temp job from Hell and so far I’m still temping, not knowing or caring if I’ll be hired permanently to scan pieces of papers and process withdrawal requests.

3. I conversed with my maternal first cousin from Melbourne, Australia, reactivated my Facebook account to chat with her via a phone call video using her husband’s cellphone, and will end up paying legal fees to settle Land Title(s) Issues In The Philippines.

I guess the cross ✝️ that I carry is my own because I prayed to help others and forgot that I gotta take care of myself or else I can’t work, earn money, and help others avoid going homeless.

I could sell, own, rent, donate, or do nothing and let them kill each other for all I care, just to save a few bucks.

Welp, I’m feeling better but I might have inherited social anxiety and/or panic attacks and don’t know if I’m simple clogged up and don’t know if I’m having a heart attack.

It’s nice knowing y’all survived for awhile longer while still stuck on this hellish planet. Until next time, yup.