Well, after reading the RSS feed to the Matt meister’s weblog site, I visited a site proudly powered by WordPress. I see nine unfriendly and unsmiling reptoids posing as the front page of the site. One could see in their faces: Their skin texture is not smooth, sporting pock-marks and wrinkles as if they smoke lots of pot. They wear mostly all black outfits. And they appear tough, only mothers of these boys could love thugs like them. They have over-inflated muscles and popping veins, fit for steroidal injections. Their foreheads have nasty bumps, too.
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Describing my immediate surroundings towards the beginning and a twist to the tale or possible solutions to issues towards the end of some blogs and how they relate to my expectations of the world at large.
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Exposing Fear
I noticed how much [more] stupider FoxNews, CNN and pals have become! They keep repeating stupid stories of blond chicks disappearing or dying and using a “weather bunny” with big books and other long-haired floozies to bring in more stupid viewers to the network.
This is typical: death themes. Journalism from these people is a failure. What is supposed to be “truth” is now “entertainment”. What is supposed to be “intelligent” is now “falsehood”.
Wars are intentionally being created in the Asian countries recently – between North Korea and South Korea. Why? This is to make Obama look like a hero (without any military background or experiences). Watch and see how the upcoming stories will be played out.
Also notice the stupid themes surrounding fires and brimstone from emerging countries with nuclear arms capability to places getting burned up by raging fires created either by acts of god(s) or by alleged arsonist(s), which could have been set intentionally by the CIA to make “headline” news by long-haired floozies sporting big “headlights”.
So what do we have: fear. Fear from death. Fear from fire. Fear from war. Fear from nuclear radiation. Fear from moving about freely and securely, which is why TSA has used scanners to ruin the DNA thus depopulating human species and pat downs for sexual predators.
And these fears are created to justify they agenda – NWO – martial law and locking down our freedom and happiness to create without fear. Get it?
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20101127-Weathery Ways
At around 3:03pm and but a few seconds, the sunshine came out only to be covered by the medium-gray colored clouds. The whole day has been rainy – off and on. Paw has been collecting rain water from the gutter to water his old trees in the backyard. The crinkly leaves of pomelo fruit tree looks better and almost smoother after lots of water at the base of its trunk. For you see, the landscaping of the backyard covers the spreading roots of the fruit tree. So although the central part of the tree is watered well, the “straws” of the tips of each root structure probably won’t get enough water to draw up into its upper branches.
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Guy Consort
So I’m giggling to myself with the usual inner dialogue: Can women have consorts? Yup. But the touchy part is the guy could be GAY or perhaps married or even involved with other wo/men! Now that’s a risk to consider before taking a consort. Then again, it’s all about business – not necessarily illegal or immoral – just plain survival and yes enjoyment. Hehehe!
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Plastic Skin
I noticed that the alleged skin burn of the girl didn’t go deep enough. The surface has some light brown areas left over underneath her right upper arm. I saw how the boy peeled off her “dead skin”, which looked VERY paper thin and almost plastic, like her traditional attitude and perhaps a sign that perhaps she is an android, or a clone of the original bio-unit. It’s something (as I cluck my tongue to the upper pallet of my mouth) that doesn’t sit right with me.
For example, my burns go second to third degree, leaving welt marks, which I’m sure would disappear with some laser cosmetics. Those current scars are from DC’s zapper – a fine unit meant to cook parasites residing in the blood. Now would my scars mean I’m carbon-based while she is silicon-based, another entity devoid of normal human “emotions” and such? I wonder why my small mind wonders too much for its own good.
Perhaps, plastic skins are resilient to change (unlike her tradition, which she continues to practice while dining in a FILIPINO household): to stretch beyond its limits but not quite breaking and to keep extreme temperatures of hot and cold from ruining her self-identity from being influenced by FILIPINO tradition.
I supposed plastic skins could be “‘greys”; while thick skins could be “reptoids”, who could be presumably identified not so much with corns and calluses on the bottom of their “feet” but of hardheartedness – inconsiderate of the feelings of others and down-right nasty, verbally speaking, and physically violent.
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20101127-Tweaking Again
I’ve switched WordPress.com themes and tweaked my weblog with the paid CSS upgrade. The “front/home page” now displays the “Howdy” page, which features the introduction, a Youtube.com video, my quote to support the video, my sites, the various date/time stamp, and the three-paged “Notice”.
If you want to read my blog (set to display at most 15 posts), you’d have to type thebloggingpath.wordpress.com/blog. It’s similar to the set-up for newbies with websites registered via Yahoo! Small Business.
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20101123-More Spooks
Besides the unusual beautiful day prior to Thanksgiving Day, there are the usual homeless folks standing on the corners of the street, holding up their signs and waiting for a hand-out. I see these as “tests” of the “horizontal spirit” as per a New Age book which I normally read while pooping on the toilet.
I saw they are young. I saw they are possibly illegal “aliens”, drug users and/or alcoholic winos. Whatever the case, no one from the vehicles closest to them bothered to roll down their windows and offer a few bucks for feed their souls or stomachs. I was about to get out my wallet and saw a few bills but nothing lower than a couple of loose five dollar bills.
I know I could have handed those precious bills to anyone. I know I didn’t because I justified my action already that fine morning. I know I can be a wealthy prick if I wanted to. If Maw and Paw were with me, they would have not handed out anything. It’s just getting ridiculous. How much lower can TPTB go before testing the will of the Lord? Huh?
NEED HELP
I know Manong Ben has done the same – holding up a homeless sign on one of the street corners for laughs. His basketball buddies caught him one time and got their laughs too. He claims to have lots of money in the Philippines. But they are pricks when it comes to medical intervention, if you know what I mean.
Many other times, I’d see these reptoids holding cellphones, which means they are not poor at all. One was actually working two locations. We even saw one get into his car after awhile of standing in a corner of our neighborhood. So my conclusion is this: Being homeless is like being a prick.
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20101124-More Spooks
After the three of us got out of SeaFood City, there was a Filipino guy asking for a handout. He spoke Filipino to Maw, who handed him a one dollar bill. Roughly translated in English is the conversation below:
“Ma’am! I have no money. My family abandoned me. They are having their Thanksgiving without me”
“Why?”
“I did something wrong.”
“Okay. You better not do anything bad and ask forgiveness”.
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I noticed how shady gray his fingers are: I assume he uses drugs. To Pete, the guy looks almost exactly like you – only he is slight shorter than me!!!
When Paw and Maw were about to enter the car with their backs turned to the guy, I saw from my driver’s seat and through the car’s windshield how the guy started having an episode.
He was facing to the left during the interception of Maw, turned around and made a quick punching motion with his right hand downward. He then turned around while holding his right cranium with his right hand.
His episode quickly turned off light the day of light. His angry face quickly changed to a smiling face. He looked at Maw’s direction as she was trying to sit down and he waved at her with his left hand as if nothing happened.
Now folks. Once again, a nutball is a nutball. Don’t try to mix in past life reincarnation, alien implants, PTSD, etc. It’s a bio-chemical anomaly in which the traumatized bio-unit could not handle. As a result, they have all but been lost forever in their alternate realities.
Just treat these nutballs with kindness but watch out! They can bite like animals if easily frightened or if something goes off in their small minds.
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Removing Pain
Tinnitus has been with me all my life. Yesterday, I’ve read an ongoing thread via the WM RSS feed about removing “alien implants” in the ear(s). Since I didn’t want olive oil leak into my brain via some “microscopic holes” in my ear drums, I opted to zap the alleged suckers. I placed DC’s zapper behind the ear and placed Shrimpsei’s broken-off brass, nano-lemurian pendant on my left ear hole. This was around 10 minutes prior to 11:00am.
After a few minutes of uncomfortable sleep due to the heater turned up that night, I heard a howling sound lasting approximately 20 to 30 seconds. The pitch of the noise was one single tone and loud! But because the sensation of pain has been mysteriously taken away, I was not bothered in the least.
For example, prior to the lunch of turkey and pals, a light-colored wooden table fell on top of my right foot. It didn’t hurt. In another incident, my right thigh caught the edge of the opened cabinet below, halting me in my tracks while I held a container for boiling the turkey bones. It didn’t hurt.
Even the boy felt the pain go away in a few minutes after he dropped a computer on his right, big toe, which has taken a blue color right at the base where the nail grows.
So whatever is happening, we are able to tolerate injury and move on with our lives. For those injured by TPTB, it’s all in the mind. Pray for intervention and send happy thoughts of smiling faces to your fears and pains. I don’t know any other way of explaining our recent strength in overcoming what is supposed to “natural” responses to external stimuli of pain.
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Halo Hat
At around 6:57pm tonight, I pointed out to Maw (and Paw) if they can locate the angel in an old (black and white) photograph of a well-dressed family.
She, of course, didn’t have her eyeglasses. In a few seconds she said: “It’s only a hat.” But I said: “Ah! But that hat symbolizes the halo of an angel.”
Her Maw gave it to her so that she could wear it during the snapshot. It was white in color and encircled her head, much like an angel wearing a halo.
When Maw was born, there was an old man who came by the house and informed my maternal grandmother that among her children, this one will be successful. Maw said that there were lots of new items around the time of her birth, too. My maternal grandmother held onto the words of the old man and worked hard to make sure that Maw will have fulfilled her destiny.
Fast forward over forty years later, and now y’all know our purpose. Take heed.
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20101126-Sylphs Ahoy
Sylphs ahoy! Lots abound and all around! They started coming in from the west coast during this early morning’s drive to get Paw’s blood work done by an AMATEUR lab technician! I slept in the car with a nice blue-colored fleece blanket. The whole time I noticed how still the air was and how if the winds blew the feeling would be blistering cold!
Then the three of us headed off to morning mass and helped the reptoids remove and replace the books. We ate breakfast and then slept until 1:30pm! The day was warm and brightly lit with the happy sun. (And I know why – sort of!)
We left again to eat lunch at Carl’s Jr. and I noticed bigger and longer sylphs over the East Bay! I pointed them out as we drove and mentioned how fat they looked, as if they too had too much Tom Turkey and pals. They showed off how well fed they were.
We went home to get the medicines and then we went to buy parakeet food at PetSmart where I hurriedly punched the whole buttons in error and had to swipe my card three times. Lighter sylphs were still in the skies.
Their appearances are wispy and feather-like. Some are actually standing up – like flowery pistils!
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20101126-More Spooks
So Ben had announced to the people to pray their damn Rosary in the chaplet because there were boxes of new books to replace the Missle and Music Issue 2010. Lots of people had actually volunteered to help unpack the new ones and pack in the old ones. Even a disabled Viet girl helped, young, old, beautiful and mostly us Asians – Chinese, Vietnamese and Pinoys.
That’s fine and done within twenty minutes. I help kicked a couple of boxes to the front lobby for pick-up into the trash. Then Ben, a tongue flicker (or reptoid) coughed into my air space. He didn’t bother greeting me or whatever. He’s got problems with the Lord, whom I’m sure wouldn’t give a damn for his efforts as an usher to my local parish. For you see, the place is teaming with reptilians, like him – and they are Asians, too.
One day and without any effort, my heart chakra was buzzing (subconsciously) and of course several “Asians” – the old and ugly Vietnamese guys – started coughing uncontrollably. I kept up the boosting and they wouldn’t stop. One time, I intentionally made one Asian guy cough eight times in a row by filling his lungs with “good” air – in and out – eight times. Then I sensed I had better stop. Hehehe!
After twenty minutes, I went over to Maw who was busy talking with “Minh”, who has a weird coughing and clearing of her throat. She too is a reptoid – the kind of Filipino, which really looks like an orangutan, which has a WIDE upper lip. Those kinds behave friendly enough but are more primate in appearance and primitive in their lifestyles. She started bragging about her daughter taking a one week cruise with her son, who is a star or whatever.
As per the white folks (like Mike), they may claim (as does “Minh”) that Filipinos are hard workers. That’s true and with passion. But I kept thinking – Filipinos are merely monkey slaves. Sorry: But this is true. Most Filipinos do NOT look like me – Chinese – or Chinoy. I like that really and did get away with lots of Chinese talking to me in their language. It’s a funny world.