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.
Today was beautiful. Lots of clear blue skies with fluffy, puffy clouds of white AND sylphs, too! The sunshine came and went from behind popcorn clouds this afternoon.
The parakeets got their fresh air and sunshine as well as their much needed bath with the garden hose. Maw walked around while I chatted for the second day in a row with the folks at WM. I talk nonsense. Haha!
Yesterday, I was researching online what is the top of the hour song on `The Sean Hannity Show` on radio and came up with the following lyrics to:
Artist : Martina Mcbride
Song : Independence DayWell she seemed alright by dawn’s early light
Though she looked a lil worried and weak
She tried to pretend he wasn’t drinking again
But Daddy left the proof on her cheek
And I was only eight years old that summer
And I always seemed to be in the way
So I took myself down to the fair in town
On Independence Day…Well, word gets around in a small, small town
They said he was a dangerous man
But Momma was proud, and she stood her ground
She knew she was on the losin’ end
Some folks whispered, some folks talked
But everybody looked the other way
And when time ran out there was no one about
On Independence Day…Let freedom ring
Let the white dove sing
Let the whole world know that today is the day of a reckoning
Let the weak be strong
Let the right be wrong
Roll the stone away
Let the guilty pay
It’s Independence DayWell, she lit up the sky that Fourth of July
By the time that the firemen come
They just put out the flames and took down some names
and sent me to the county home
Now I ain’t sayin’ it’s right, or it’s wrong
But maybe it’s the only way
Talk about your revolution
It’s Independence Day…Let freedom ring
Let the white dove sing
Let the whole world know that today is the day of a reckoning
Let the weak be strong
Let the right be wrong
Roll the stone away
let the guilty pay
It’s Independence DayRoll the stone away…
It’s Independence Day…
While blogging about my dream journal at around 10:22am (PDT), I heard the doorbell ring. Maw was already trying to peep at the window as I silently crept downstairs. We thought it was the divorced nutball next door. But we recognized the old white gentleman, who would go around ringing doorbells offering his bag of oranges, which were nine and two lemons when I counted them later on the kitchen counter.
We didn’t answer the door and he went to three others before I walked fast and caught up to him. Just as he was leaving the third house, I smiled, waved and hollered: `Hi, neighbor!` He handed me a plastic Safeway bag and I asked how much for the bags of oranges. He said, `One dollar`. And I gave him an old dollar bill.
He said answered simply: `It is a fine day`. I mentioned the weather was good and he replied the same. I further motioned twice in the direction of the house that he rang the doorbell. We said our farewell and he got into his beige-colored, Dodge caravan and drove off northbound on MY road.
From his driver’s window, he waved goodbye and did the same from the path leading to our front porch.
Oh yeah, after he accepted my dollar bill, I read aloud the caption on his beige-colored cap: Coquille River Lighthouse. You can view the `Coquille River (Bandon), OR` website from http://www.lighthousefriends.com/light.asp?ID=127. He wore the same cap as before.
I further researched online on:
Question:
What does the lighthouse symbolize?
Answer:
The lighthouse popularly symbolizes light and hope in the midst of darkness. It is a reminder that we are not alone in the darkness – that there is someone out there watching over us.
Truly, this morning’s encounter (like many that I’ve blogged about in past post entries, which none hardly reads or cares to digest) is truly an `angel in disguise`. So yes, God, Allah, Buddha, Brahma, and pals are everywhere. Brouhaha!
Thank you, Father (and/or Mother) wherever you are: Hello!
Today was beautiful! The sun was shining. The skies were filled with sylphs and LOTS of fluffy, puffy clouds of white. But the air was cold for the latter part of the day. I still see some fluffs out tonight.
At 3:33pm, I finished urinating.
This was after attending a wedding at Holy Cross [Catholic] Church since 2:00pm. I love the mariachi band. The mass was held in both English and Spanish. The bells chimed – deep, middle and others – at the beginning of mass. Almost all the elements of a Catholic wedding were there:
Only the chiming of bells didn’t occur when the priest held up the host and wine.
We took communion, except the girl, of course. We left as soon as the bride and groom walked down the aisle. I only saw two other Asians. The rest knew each other as either family or friends.
Part of survival means doing whatever it takes. And I see that most people love to make a fast back. I happen to have a list of people who operate in a network that the F#Ds take for granted. But that is another matter of which I have two options to exercise: IT’S MY RIGHT!!!
For example, there is product called a L!fe P!llow, which supposedly contains crushed crystals. I do NOT condone people crushing crystals. How would you like being together for eons, only to have some artistic fanatic cut you and your brethren apart to be sold on the open market as mere `humanized` trinkets?
For all I care, the product does look like sand meant for the litter box of cats. Thanks to Shrimpsei, he exposed yet another scam. He teaches us not to believe everything we see or hear and learn to evaluate exactly what is going on with the product.
I have lots orgone products. But because I’m not energy sensitive, I do not know if those work. I know the J—/Sensei CB works. It’s out in the backyard doing a fine job. I know my miniature power wand works. It tingles in my hand and set two spooks jumping in the front seats of their car.
As for Carol’s pendant, I felt nothing. There were only a few skin-like bumps on the back of this product. The same goes for two of Shirmpsei’s nano-pendant and lemurian crystal. I expected buzzes or at least fireworks. But I felt nothing.
Let’s see and while I’m on the roll of evaluations here: The HHGs by DB is supposed to work because the parakeets respond to it. I have a YouTube.com video of Binky playing on top of it. I don’t feel anything from these orgone products, honestly.
So there you go. Most orgone work. Some don’t. It’s up to the consumers to fight back: IT’S THEIR RIGHT!!! As for the Don’s zapper device to clean the blood, it burns. That causes injury. Three people, including myself received scars. He and his wife should pay. But we’ll let karma take care of that, which probably already happened during one of his aircraft landings. Brouhaha!
I’ve had gay women flirt with me. I didn’t understand then but know now. It’s my energy signature. They recognize something in me that I’m not to sure about because I’m born into a body of a female and into a society that frowns upon gays.
While attending college at SJSU long ago, I was in line checking out for some food. The cashier was a shorter blond girl. She handed me change, but not in the normal fashion. She grabbed my right hand with her left hand and turned my hand upward. Then she raked her fingernails from her right hand across my right palm from the finger area towards the wrist area and slowly released my change. I promptly rubbed my right hand against my clothes as if to free myself of cooties. I regret not being able to hide my frown face. I was grossed out. I had long hair then.
After checking out at a local pet store to buy our parakeets some food sometime earlier this year or so, I encountered another cashier. This one was a taller female. She too was also white. She was wearing a white shirt with a blue-colored tie-dye of concentric circles with wavy borders. I was wearing my shirt with concentric circles, too. For whatever reason, she came up really close to me and communicated further about some paperwork or maybe my receipt. Her left hip made contact with my right hip the whole time. I didn’t care at this point because I accepted that fact that lesbians find me attractive. I had short hair that time.
I see in their faces, the finely etched wrinkles on their thin skins, almost as if they are wizened. The wrinkles appear raised from their flesh. I felt their energy signature, which is electrical. Their handshakes are electrical, too, and the palms of their skins feels almost as dessert dry, rough like the finest sandpaper.
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While on the subject of handshakes, I once shook hands with a couple — the taller white man was the attorney and the shorter woman was his wife. Their hands buzzes very strongly and prickly like electrical sandpaper. Their handshakes were very firm and very strong but not bone breaking. I sent them greetings through my mind. The guy smiled. This was three years ago.
At 10:23pm, I saw that my blog stats read as: 47,133 total views.
At Thu, May 20, 2010 – 21:33:39 pm, my previous blog entry was posted.
Notice the number three. It’s everywhere again!
From 3:13pm to 3:17pm, I watched C-Span on television. It was at the U.S. Senate floor on Financial Regulation. And I heard the speech by Senator Benjamin Cardin (D-Maryland).
He talked about adding a provision to this financial bill:
Only God knows why I happen to tune into this discussion today because this is one KNOWN area of my frustration to date!!!
At 10:11:11pm, Maw tapped the lid to a plastic miniature trashcan closed. The dome-shaped lid was in the `up` position`, giving the appearance of upturned `horns`.
I saw either the crescent moon smiling or an Egyptian symbol above the Egyptian God – Thoth.
I believe these frequent numerical appearances of double digits, most notably the one’s, has something to do with magic.
Bravo, to Neil Cavuto and pals! Maw loves you for not backing down and not being intimidated by your guests. Keep up the good work and don’t stop asking `hard ball` questions.
Today is beautiful! The sun shines. The skies are clear and blue. The winds blow gently then but now strongly. I could see the branches waving as the golden sunrays highlight the leaves.
It was somewhat cold under the shade of the patio this morning. But the warmth of the sun proved to be enough to keep the parakeets warm while Paw and I washed three cars.
Today, I’ve received four separate phone calls from a well known international head hunter for the `accounting division`. I just check his email and lurked to the company’s website. I like their products. I want one.
Anyway, after the washing of three cars, I man-handled the leaf blower and blew debris, branches, twigs, seeds, and dust left over from the almighty eucalyptus tree to the side of our fence.
Then I took my much needed shower, ate lunch and helped Maw with the preparation of tonight’s dinner by mainly getting her ingredients and such. She did the chopping and cooking of the kabocha squash.
Rest and digestion came after wards. Timing could not have been made more perfect than with a little loving boost for the beautiful weather, a healthy lifestyle yet a slow death of my family and parakeets, the repair of my car and with the financial assistance of Paw, and overall faith in the unknown.
Then again, if my screen call tomorrow doesn’t go well, meh! I don’t mind staying home and taking care of my elderly parents and playful parakeets. It’s being told what to do that stifle my creative attitude. I cannot stand being bossed around but survival comes first before ego, security before freedom and food before fun.