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20230609-2012. No wonder most men are alone! Truly sad among the bros!

20230609-0929. Awoke after talking double the usual dosage for my heart. Still feeling like my heart is in overdrive.

Had stopped DARK roasted whole coffee bean with Fresh Press method a couple of weeks now.

Yesterday dad had symptoms with his inflammation and bowel movement and made me take a photo of the toilet paper.

Two days ago younger brother went to urgent care with 198/98 blood pressure reading and dietetic pills.

So if we pass then we’ll see y’all in the other side. It’s been a nice journey together but we miss mommy.

There’s nothing y’all can do, no prayers, no shielding, no medical intervention, that can stop our numbers coming up.

It’s only a matter of time I guess.

20230608-1852. Ranting aloud to myself. Ever heard of “changing guards”? Well, most of us are on vacation and we’re enjoying ourselves! Even VERY OLD SOULS do NOT give a damned but they understand: it is what it is.

Those that are doing the spiritual battle through pain and suffering are on duty here and now. When their time is up, the next batch of priestly warriors (albeit Christians) will take over. And this is a cycle – cycled in and cycled out – and probably forever.

Although I still cannot see anything through my eyelids and tried to attach the boogeymen, I know that if I engage these alleged enemies – that my “impressions” will be reflected AND manifested into a reality.

So for example, if I conjure up what I believe would be two sets of demonic eyeballs looking at me from behind my closed eyelids, then the “conjurer” or psychics-in-training or rather telepaths-in-training, would cast their spells and make it so happen.

That’s why I’m wondering why some servants of Dad would deceive others into thinking that the next batch must be “trained” to pick up the front line. This constant battle is really nonsense. And if it really involves deep magical battles, I’m NOT gonna be part of it.

Only if Dad appoints/allows certain souls to “try”, then that’s a given. But just to poke around and practice with the potential to get yeeted in the process doesn’t make sense. I’ve never seen, heard, or experienced newbies thrown into the battlefield: here just try it and you’re on your own.

Everything is new and nobody has a guidebook on how to proceed with this playbook of battling between good and evil. Like I said, we’re already and probably dead and all of us are hooked up together in a collective matrix of some sort as a last-ditch effort to save whatever remnants of consciousness survived the cataclysm of heavenly wars.

I really wanna quit – but I-AM the problem: I do NOT know how to let go. It’s like peeling onion-thinned, sun-burned skin VERY carefully so as not to expose fresh reddened skin. I really really wanna escape any religious group or otherwise: but how?

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20230607-2216. On or about 21:26 PM, I’ve been told: “Be gone troll”. I then replied that I’m every bit a human who wanted to know the truth. That’s all.

I was really saddened that the 123 spooky spook agent would dare use two pair of eyeballs looking left as a signal that it’s all a SEE-EYE-AAA operations to scare humanity.

Then my backup units started shit-posting a bunch of UFO related images of crop circles, which are really a no-no and formed by fallen angels. I replied with my usual comments and gave some thumbs-up.

I then shit-posted on my Telegram feed which is my favorite social media handle for this primary web blog site. I warned THEM that I will rebuke y’all for messing with humanity.

I do NOT like their methods of social experimentations to cause emotional damage and demoralizing subjects, who are newbies for most of the general population.

I really do NOT understand why this little flying insect for the past few days hasn’t left me along. I think it’s a flea, a very small one, a little one.

Anyways, that’s what I’m doing for entertainment value – arguing with my favorite podcaster and his spooky spook agents, who are probably also handsome, I bet. Instead of THEM wasting their time and resources to trespass against my thoughts with their telepaths-in-training, THEY should be dating unto moi and getting hitched, too!

But, no. All THEY are ever going to get it shit-posting and that’s why I’m sad – because it is allowed and nobody – NOT even me – can stop these fear pornographers and rapists of young minds. See?

I really should stop joining these shady groups but I guess I was allowed/appointed for the time-being. I probably need to take a shower but I’m too lazy. That’s how filthy and dirty this business of shit-posting can be: taking up too much time and neglecting one’s health and hygiene, like an overweight, puss-filled gamer, who’s addicted to porn. So sad.

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Emotional damage. Demoralizing. That’s the fun of these crazy and stupid open forum discussion boards and text messaging systems.

Anybody can sign up with a phone number which can be looked up and traced online because some numbers are published online.

My phone number shows my address name birthday and there’s no way to stop that privacy issue.

As a result, something triggered my government account on or about May 27, 2023. An eyewear vendor was looking up the profiles of both my deceased mother and me.

Looping back , I know these operatives have nothing better to do than to mess with outsiders like me. But they are crazy and stupid enough to believe that I give a flying fuck if their narratives are real or not.

My presence is one of boredom and nothing more. Sure I’ll shit-post about profound sadness and other personal details such as my bedroom arrangements and other crap-load that shouldn’t be broadcast.

But that’s the funny part. Seeing is believing. These forum members are sharing experiences, knowledge and life. However due to privacy and security issues, nobody will know the truth. Everything is done in secrecy.

Meaning we cannot compare apples and oranges or yours and mine. I need photos and videos and demonstrations and readings. But according to our favorite podcaster, these measuring devices cannot capture outta range radiation for example.

My discernment is always one of doubt and critical of anything that does NOT make sense.

End of blogging. 20230607-2030.

20230606-2055. In a lower tone of voice than usual and probably as expected, our favorite podcaster probably said something familiar that I don’t recall exactly because my elderly father was irritating me again.

Earlier this year or whenever, OLD SOUL and I acknowledged that there might have been a VERY devastating world wide war long ago that terminated all known lifeforms.

In the mercy of the overlords, our consciousness were “harvested” and “preserved” into what is now known as our alternate dimensions/realities and therefore we are being recycled or re-incarnated based on all known past histories.

And as such, we can see how the narratives in mainstream media affecting religion and science NEVER really changed: battling, fighting, warring. Each species trying to vie for allegiance and rights by controlling the masses.

And so I leave y’all with a hint: there is no tomorrow. There is only here and now and being stuck with each other.

Last night I kept crying because nobody can help. I kept feeling creepy crawlies on my lower extremities while sitting in front of my desktop computer.

The ones battling are fighting a useless war and the ones suffering are the ones who have to watch and NOT interfere. The rest are ungrateful brats who don’t deserve anything, anyways.

I don’t know any other way to put it but I will continue to sniff out bull crap on my favorite Telegram sites, which frankly is repeating the same stories from many years ago. It never changes like some more outspoken personalities who scream the loudest.

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20230606-1907. I just gotta outta bed after a few minutes of waking up from a recuperative nap after draining my personal energies for the past two days.

I noticed the wind is blowing stronger and strong enough to move the curtains off my bedroom window now and since yesterday.

I expected some more rain to reflect my sadness that I’ve outputted my own personal energy while stabbing at my own demons for the past two days.

I already knew this energy drain would happen but I had to “comply” or rather “obey” a master blaster as I learned in our previous call that there really wasn’t any class, program or training and that I’m the first to try, meaning the first gullible sucker.

I already knew that I’m NOT allowed, appointed, or assigned to do these metaphysical battles. I assumed that males and NOT females were supposed to do that stuff as per Dad and/or the Bible.

And so for two days in a row, I believe the phone calls have stopped as expected today; since I told him already that I didn’t renew my membership and there really isn’t much to say.

I knew there really isn’t much to say as he’s constrained by “business as usual” and he can’t divulge anymore personal details to several mock phone calls of sweet nothings.

“How are you doing my darling”, he asked yesterday. “Hello, err, Hi sweetie”, I said. I guess that was that.

That was unexpected but a pleasant surprise. And like all other guys before him, I didn’t feel a thing! I’m NOT supposed to interfere with priestly warriors or spooky spook agents!

End of blogging. 20230606-1915.

20230606-1240. Today or rather we had some light rain. Moisture can still be seen on the cement and surfaces.

Last night I finally smelled the ozone in the air. That’s a sure sign of precipitation. Our favorite daily messenger sure knows his stuff and Dad!

Yesterday my dad managed to do some yard work. He tried to remove the TALL weeds from one trees located on our park strip.

He wanted a larger dust pan to scoop up the dried sycamore leaves blowing from opposite MY long stretch of road into our side.

And so after I picked up his prescription medications, I went to buy the huge large version with a handle which helps those who don’t want to bend down.

We would check the local weather temperature using my smartphone app. The temperature in my hood is currently 66°F.

End of blogging. 20230606-1247.

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20230606-1120. I just discovered how to use the speakerphone for receiving incoming calls from the Skype app for smartphones!

I performed several Echo / Sound Test Service.

After answering the call, I quickly looked for the incoming caller name. In this case, the Echo / Sound Test Service banner or sentence is located on the top of the app for smartphone.

On the upper right hand corner of this sentence, there is a VERY small speaker icon with a diagonal slash, which means the speaker is turned off.

To turn on the speakerphone, select the audio sound icon. Then select phone or speaker!

If the volume isn’t too loud, adjust the volume until it gets louder. Or if that fails use an ear bud.

Good luck!

I pray Yahshua יהושע Jesus the Son and Yahuah YAH יהוה God the Father in Heaven: Please keep us, bless us, forgive us and protect us all through the coming tribulation.

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20230603-2122. Welp, I’m missing our favorite podcaster who said in today’s live broadcast that he cares. I know. I keep sending “I love you” thoughts while he’s broadcasting. Huh.

But like I said, there is really nothing left or more to say. I can’t share more than whatever I’ve been posting on my blog and he is constrained to stick to “business as usual”. He knows NOT to share anything whatsoever. Sucks.

I can see that careers overrules families for him and another. And so it is. That’s the same with our favorite daily messenger: he too was constrained from speaking freely over the phone with me.

This is truly unfortunate for priestly warriors. And I understand too. I get it! I can’t stand it but that’s nice to know that we can connect, even if only briefly until the next cycle – forever. Sheesh.

As I mentioned, I instructed him and this goes for spiritual warriors that we should NOT be distracted or distracted from fulfilling the will of Our Heavenly Father. We should keep clean and stay pure. Bah!

And as such, all I could do is to chime-in like a courtesy “wellness check” and share my thoughts and opinions on various chat or news feeds.

Perhaps both men are more inclined towards verbal communications and more extroverted; whereas I’ve been used to typing indoors as an introvert for all my life.

I would have thrived better with my own tribe. But I was and am still being held hostage in the comfort and security of my home and nearby Sodom where I’m lived since 1976, with Gomorrah way down south of Commifornia.

If I were more aggressive and blessed with confidence and charisma, then I’d probably fair much better with others outside home and in-person. But for now all I could do is shit-post my crap-loads of circumstances online. Sucks.

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