Resurrecting Uncategorized Private posts ending in Random Notes/Thoughts/Quotes. 20250105-2213 PST.
A few days ago, I had one of many thoughts. My motivation for living and my purpose in life are simply to eat, sleep, shit and mate. Other descriptive words, such as work and play, don’t apply in living and are meaningless in life. Look around you. Nature exists for these same reasons, which has nothing to do with survival or evolution — other non-essential words.
The world isn’t all that complicated than it already is.
Everyday, I’d like to check my “Site Stats” multiple times throughout the day. It’s an addiction and a gauge of what trolls and pals are actually reading.
And for the past few days (off and on) and especially today, I’ve sensed something (again) that needs to be taken cared or: food money. Lo and behold, I saw my queue.
But I won’t act based on a hunch, random thought, gut feeling or assumption because it’s not fair. And until I hear the tin can rake across the iron bars or until I see proof of the need, I won’t let these “random thoughts” bother me. It’s hard enough to refuse when being somewhat but not entirely “[inter]-connected”.
Okay. With regards to the bad, good and ugly, that’s how business and politics operate. One forum mentions that packages are being opened. That’s another way to validate their alleged effectiveness of their “grassroots movement”. I’d say: “Hogwash!”
It’s a marketing ploy. But for heaven’s sake, folks! Who are you fooling? Cut it out! Are you are trying to paint yourselves as the “good guys” — the vehicle of the savior and his tools of the trade? OMG! Please sell me some “shark oil” from your buttocks!
So that’s it, huh. Buy me. Buy that. It’s better than thee or that. Whatever. Thank goodness for having my memories wiped out and not possessing “special gifts” to get rid of your likes.
Special agent. Right.
With my right fingers full of grease from munching on FritoLay’s Classic Potatoe Chips, a thought occurred while I was reading the recent EY article on the “fear of radiation”. I don’t know if the effects of radiation from nuclear mushroom clouds are bad.
But think about it: these nuke clouds are another version of my fluffy, puffy clouds of white, only more vertical and more vibrant colors of red, orange and yellow. And if I’m not mistaken, the nukes are one of the finest creations by the “fire gods”. It’s like looking at the sun but up close.
So if the sun is bad, shouldn’t nukes be bad, too? Yes and no. Too much is not good. Just enough to get warm is about right without getting the skin sunburned or the eyes filled with cataracts.
So if y’all want to continue fearing “God’s will”; that’s you’re problem. If you believe in eternal life of “souls”; then there’s no need to fear if you’d radiation poisoning and die in agony or if your hair falls out
For crying out loud, there are stylish caps; hats; scarves and other hear gear or covering to keep you from looking like “Uncle Fester” from “The Adamms Family” (an American comedy show televised in black and white long ago)!
So to the Japanese people, be strong in faith. I’ve had enough with fools breaking the will of the people, not unless you like robots to manifests into reality from anime cartoons!
While mocking my sickness in coughs, more creative thoughts came to mind a few seconds ago. I had an imagery of my favorite ice cream: Vanilla with Chocolate Chip! That’s right! The “Dark Side” are the chips; while the “Light Side” is the cream.
Last week or so and as per “feedback” from a WM feed, yes, my thoughts include those with missing “heart chakras”. And for whatever reason they do have “souls” and serve to test those who dare to “mistreat” them. I’ve been sending these “lost tribes” several reminders that their hearts can be “changed”.
As per another form of communication, Saturday’s evening mass included a song #663: “Change our Hearts (lyrics by Rory Cooney)“.
Five minutes ago, the boss (who signs off on our time sheet) walks by. I thought to myself how bosses could only mingle with other bosses because if these bosses tried to “fraternize” with their subordinates, that situation could create a conflict of interest in which the subordinates have the opportunity to “brown nose” (or “kiss ass”) in order to climb the ladder of success and therefore receive more pay to spend for self and other expenses.
But in another creative imagery from my mind, I saw people milling around at the base of the “Tree of Life”, where fruits of all sorts and abundance where growing and out of reach. In order to get at the food, they needed a ladder but there was none to be found. Together they formed their own ladder with their own bodies — the strongest and thickest ones at the bottom; the lightest ones towards the top.
In this scene there were two people who could volunteer to climb atop the people and retrieve the fruits. But one offered the other to go first. The exercise in this analogy is: the one who offered the other to go first entrusted number one to bring back the fruits without first eating. Think of it as teamwork: And en route to work this morning, my thoughts were about sharing information among the three of us temporary workers.
While waiting for the spreadsheet to friggin’ calculate formulas, I had a thought. The world operates in duality — one good and one bad. But both are the same. But each side could express itself in various ways.
Take for example someone’s hand. In one excercise, the person could offer a palm facing gesture of greeting and shake hands. On the flip side, the person could offer the back hand and slap. Then again there are other negative options of presenting the hand, such as punching, scratching, chopping, and pushing.
So there’s go my theory on duality on this earth plane: There isn’t any.
Last Saturday, I’ve got a rude awakening: People won’t take care of me when I get old. I now realize that the younger and stronger people will take care of themselves first before wiping my ass when I become incapacitated.
After speaking with Marianne, my second maternal cousin and offering her a new computer system so we would talk to each other via webcam last Friday evening, I thought I could retire in the Philippines in the hopes that at least one trusted relative would be there for me.
I feel that being in America is better because it’s a melting pot of different people and their cultural heritages; and I would hope to believe the caretakers are ethical and moral enough not to abuse its weaker and dumber citizens.
So for those who have a steady income, prepare for your future while you still have the strength and will power to work hard and save enough now so that you could be dumped in a nice nursing or retirement home by your ungrateful kinfolks.
That Sunday evening around 3:00pm or so, the boy made a surprise visit. Of course, Maw’s uncanny spider senses indicated that the boy wanted to “hang out” at our place while the girl goes to one of her “Asian” family gathering, which is pretty much like a bunch of ants milling around each other.
Anyway, I mentioned that our maternal relatives overseas deserve their situation. It’s karmic debt for those children who did not listen to their elderly parents. As a result, the descendants suffer for want — mostly free hand-outs by people like me, the twosome and other generous souls, who finally figured out that it’s best to let them suffer for their misdeeds.
It’s good to be charitable but it’s impossible to feed everyone, who hungers for the next meal and starves for freedom thereof, on a daily basis. It’s bad to spoil these people — scammers and con artists alike — who will take advantage of kind-hearted people and therefore become lazier and less motivated than before the gifts.
So I hope you fools understand why it’s so hard to stop being so “nice” when the truth of the matter relies on how to: “Just say no.” When and if “Group One” stops making excuses to the investors, I hope to buy my first set of hearing aide (because I’m not understanding normal conversation), new eyeglasses (because I find it difficult to see my cuticles up close), some prescription medications for maintenance and other amenities, such as a new cellphone with internet access to Twitter, for example, and my first spa massage.
I’m sick and tired of seeing my life pass me by while I worry about others. If you fools are still alive and are capable of spending money to have fun at my expense, then there is only one answer: “Get a job, you damn bums!” However, if you are starving, that’s an exception, no doubt, and that situation is still left to my consideration and ultimate decision whether or not to let y’all die. Bahahaha!
During this morning’s mass, my mind wandered. I thought about the Biblical story about “Cain and Abel“. Cain was a vegetarian; while Abel was a carnivore. God, of course, preferred Abel’s offering over Cain, who later killed Abel. Cain was given a mark on his forhead — a third eye chakra with all the colorful swirls of mostly indigo.
This mark is supposed to protect him from avengers who’d like to kill him. The bloodline of Cain lives to this day. They use the guise of “love and light” in exchange for energy through the third eye chakra of their unwitting victims. They are really energy vampires and are really parasitic in their ways.
I am lead to believe that Cain is really a reptilian; while Abel is human.
During my lunch break, I decided to take only 30 minutes. After eating and working at my desk, I walked twice around the place from 1:00pm to 1:20pm. After the last 1/4 of the second circuit, I could feel my left ankle giving out. It must me old age.
But I managed to keep a steady pace during the first circuit while trying to return the call of my “head hunter” twice and leave a voicemail message the second time: “Everything is going great”.
That’s a one-liner I’ve been getting from the “fat bastard”. Nonetheless, the “head hunter” claimed to have heard “wonderful” feedback from the client. She has not heard anything else and neither have I to the effect of getting my neck axed or this job converted and the stuff materialized.
As for one of my “Non-IT Request” ticket here, it has been filled during that walk. The fresh cement is still a darker gray color. And the vertical orange pole and yellow flag marked off the area. Perhaps, I should be a “health and safety” officer. It’s what I do best: complain properly, notate diligently, and rant profusely.
En route to this morning’s mass, I imagined the price of security outweighs the price of freedom. For without security, there can be no freedom to do anything. Outside of security is chaos and the likes of freedom-loving barbarians who are outlaws.
For example, my “temp job from hell” is secure until the ax comes down our neck. It’s easy and slow. I’m less stressed and more relaxed. Plus, I can actually TAKE my breaks and enjoy going outdoors. And that is the freedom — to do honest work and to complete the tasks at the end of the day (as per the videos that I view last Friday evening on the Company’s Mission Values). I’ll review that again later on today and type out the remaining scripts of the host, a black guy with cherub-like white hair
“It’s better to work than to stay at home.” said the boy during yesterday’s lunch at our home.
With that said and although I’m paid low and sit near the slamming back, I gain a better perpective in life. Again, we are all free beings. But without the security to exercise freedom (through control mechanisms to keep the peace for the more innocent and dolice dezinens of this planet via various rules, regulations, policies, etc., we are all but animals hunting down the next prey for survival and at all cost.