So far, there 59,933 total views in my weblog. Other double digit numbers have been on Paw’s odometer from awhile back but I got lazy entering each entry.
Tag: myNumerology
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20110426-Noticing Numbers
At 12:10am, I heard a single pop coming from my right side where the mirrored dresser is located. Then the computer clock changed to 12:11am in approxiamately one heartbeat or so. This event occurred while reading about the couple’s adventures with a via a link from the WM feed. I was just about to read the next paragraph of “Sasquatch.” Honestly, they are a couple of spooks and perhaps, more or less, ghostwriters for someone else special. Then again, those may be stories upon other stories spinning out of control. No one knows the truth except the liars.
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20110417-Random Thoughts
Nice day! Lots of sylphs! Big ones and little ones, too! Chemtrails everywhere, just the same. Except for two hours, I had to take a nap and awoke prior to 4:30pm to loud sounds downstairs. A much needed sleep from burning out during the Lenten Season project, left unfinished and yet unchecked.
It was the girl and Maw. Seems like the boy has been overcharging his credit card. It could temporary. And neither is the girl’s laziness to garden with her well-manicured hands. But pride doesn’t go away that easy. Nor does Maw’s high blood sugar of 233 after a couple of bites of egg white sponge cake. It’s sweet smell rides into my nostrils like the sulfuric devil and the girl’s presence and her high pay for living large, like his ego.
Paw didn’t notice the disappearance of the four cakes as I had squeezed out the life of the meringue with my bare hands under running water. The air taking most of the space and only bits and pieces of the softness left floating on the water’s surface or dropping down below to the strainer. Whirr! Went the garbage disposal. A momentary deepened sound of sadness came from the machine as it was filled with cholesterol — too thick to grind.
And so another day became yet another night. Nothing but living for a life and donating time and junk from the trunk earlier this morning. What’s left but the comfort of a bed waiting for the sleepy heads. Good night for now. ~the Flynn.
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20110416-Noticing Numbers
So I’m listening to a YouTube.com video with the “Closed Caption” turned on and in the hopes of taking some notes to make a fine blogging material:
“The Country We Believe In: Improving America’s Fiscal Future” by the “whitehouse“.
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I see that total number of views are 43,322. Hello! Who are you? What do you want?
43,322 Views —
- Foreign aid 1% of Federal Budget: 2/3 of Medicare, Medicaid, SS, and National Security.
- 20% make up unemployment insurance, student loans, veteran benefits, tax credits for working families.
- What’s left after interest on the debt is just 12% of everything thing: Education, clean energy, medical, research, transportation, nation parks, food safety, keeping air and water clean.
- 70% cut in clean energy.
- 25% cut in education.
- 30% cut in transportation.
- Cuts in college Pell Grants that will go than $1000 per year.
- They want to give people like me a $200,000 tax cut that’s paid for by asking 33 seniors each to pay $6,000 more in health costs.
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20110415-More Spooks
Last night at around 8:00pm, we watched “The Trump Interview” with Sean Hannity on FoxNews. Here are a few mentions that stuck to my mind:
- The Chinese hate us (or the U.S. — aka the United States [of Americans]).
- The Chinese pick the meanest “leader”. A mean person doesn’t get taken advantaged of like what TPTB and pals have done unto moi!
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We heard him speak on the radio on Thursday afternoon and I recall hearing a figure around $33 million and him not being happy with $380 million. This man knows what he is talking about. Neat. But he is still one of “them”.
I haven’t decided who will be our “next” leader. Each one seems to leave office with a “bitter taste” in the mouths of the citizens. Again, it’s to provide a sense of relief that the “head” of state has left, leaving the door open for the next “volunteer” to sign laws, you guessed it, to keep the status quo, you guessed it, of TPTB and pals.
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20110410-Dogma Flows
At 12:40pm, I had a bowel movement. The length was TOO long and green in color from ingesting “Kyo-Green” and water from GNC last night. As usual, I’d have some sort of reading material available during my toilet session.
This time, it’s the “Book of Mormons”. My fingers rifted through pages and my left thumb landed on ALMA 56:31-47, more specifically:
35 And it came to pass that when they had been informed by their spies, they came forth with their army and marched against us.
Of course, I saw 33 above it and below in the footer of: 47a-TG Birthright: Liverty; 47b-Akna 56: 17 (15-18).
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Last night I read an article about the JDL (Jewish Defense League) as a form of “domestic terrorist group”. Of course, I was thinking about 9/11. But who cares? I don’t! As long as I turn food into poop, I’m good to go. -
20110410-Papers Away
So just when I thought I was finished, I’m still moving my archived files around and not to my satisfaction! Perfection must be achieved or hell fire and insecurity shall prevail! I actually retrieved the missing file(s) from another “extra” folder and caught (and rescanned before shredding) one missing file from an old Yahoo! Messenger session on 3/4/2005. It was about my mini-UFO located above my head at that time. It was really a copper, dragon bowl! Bahahaha! Anyway, I’m still wondering about two older files which are still “missing”. I’m hoping it’s in another folder but that may be gone for good.
With my astrology charts and reports scanned, archived and shredded, I’m almost done with more New Age advertisements, mostly in black and white.
One large pile is from a site on “subliminal tapes”, which is supposed to “hypnotize” a person with “vision”. Of course, those who are deaf, blind and mute won’t benefit from these MIND-CONTROL devices “as featured on TV… Peter Jennings/ABC”. The 104 pages (both front and back) have images, which typical mind-control “triggers”:
- lighthouses,
- light bulbs inside the mind,
- opened doors,
- a single monarch butterfly inside a circle (or with a flowering plant and inside an oval or sometime without a geometric shape),
- “Arabian” lamps with rising smoke (as would a Djinni),
- a stealth bomber,
- lightening bolts,
- upright pentagrams filled with black or plain white,
- bearded guys wearing a helmet (aka King Solomon),
- a 13-spiked, smiling sun face,
- some plant-like, hand-drawn figures,
- six-pointed stars,
- a caduceus symbol,
- an Rx symbol,
- phallic-shaped balloons,
- a single, right eye,
- darkened-hearts,
- a white dove within a rainbow,
- a sun hiding behind a fluffy cloud,
- stereo, head sets and of course,
- Artie’s symbol of a triangle on top of a pentagram.
“What the caterpillar thinks is the end of the world, the Butterfly knows is the beginning. The BUTTERFLY will set you FREE!”
“With these [tapes] Nothing Is Impossible!”
What I see are my initials.
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Three other advertisements are from “Body Mind Spirit Expo“; “Oshama Health Services“; “ARCH Healing“, on which I have made a hand written a note: “Received a “heart jolt” at 2:00am”. The “received” stamp was dated “JAN 11 2003”.
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20110407-Noticing Numbers
I’ve received an email on Thu, Apr 7, 2011 at 6:22 PM. And the initials are from a “BJB”. The fonts are super-large. Right there it looks suspicious and because my “real first name” is in bold letters. And towards the bottom half, the “full first name” appears as the last name of “my family”. The prefix of the phone number looks familiar. I guess I should call the spooks up and find out: “What’s up?” It has been awhile and I wonder why they haven’t called to update me on a couple of status.
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Bye, Bye Binky
At 10:55am, Binky the parakeet flew away. Paw was bringing out one of four vertical electrical fan outdoors for me to clean with an air compressor, when suddenly Binky got spooked and SCOOTED through the opening of the back screen door! My back was to Paw as I faced the shared fence of the neighbor. I saw how she went straight ahead towards that high wooden fence, hanged right along the length and towards Shrimpsei’s CB, up and over the fence and southward to her destiny.
She will be missed.
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For the past few days, she has been easily spooked. Her eyes would be wide opened enough so that the black ring around her eye would show up. Maw had discovered the missing bird a couple of hours ago. Paw was cleaning the toilet upstairs when I broke the news to him. *Paw had said: “She was not happy in the cage.”
Even the boy who came for lunch around 12:57pm didn’t notice the busy bird. That goes to show how his mind doesn’t care, so much so that he doesn’t care to tell his wife out sentiments of her “soft tyranny” and plain disregard for our Filipino tradition.
*On 4/9/2011 evening during dinner, Maw had said: “I had a feeling she would fly away. She keeps getting lost upstairs, even if that lace material over the stairways didn’t work.”
Her nose (or cere) is dark brown and raised outward almost too horizontally forwards. She is speckled of light green and mostly yellow. She is a striking resemblance of the late TC (or TechCu), her grandmother. For whatever reason, Bully-Boy kept landing on a wooden frame and bowing to an old photo of two parakeets kissing — Big Budgy and Persimmon (or Percy). I guess Percy (Binky’s grandfather) wanted her to come along to heaven.
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*Addendum: Last edited by FLYNN on 20110408 at 04:18:06 AM UTC. Draft saved at 8:09:33 am (on 04/10/2011).
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20110406-Noticing Numbers
From exactly 7:44pm to 7:47:22pm tonight, President Obama failed to give us the result(s) of the meeting with John Boehner (R-House Speaker) and Harry Reid (D-Nevada). Shut-down the government as planned and cut the spending, starting with the military. Bring them home and let the extremists, the rebels and pals fight their own wars and kill each other for all we care. That’s what they have been doing for a long time to their own people. Why should “outsiders” fix their problems?
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20110404-Noticing Numbers
While scanning and archiving some old receipts (yes, I kept those due to my hoarding), I just discovered a fourth clue as to how far and wide the influence of TPTB and pals can be. It is a receipt dated September 11, 1998. “Bill” the German alcoholic helped me open a Post Office box with a number beginning with eleven.