Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: orgonites

  • 20110321-Daily Post

    I couldn’t keep my parental units in the dark about my financial hardship. Sure, I was able to stay afloat with unemployment benefits after my REAL job but the funds ran out. Had it not been for the networks of certain “fellow brothers” and of certain “gifted folks”, I wouldn’t have landed this “temp job from hell”.

    But because TPTB and pals continue to make excuses and fail to keep their words by promises and guarantees (in a timely manner) and for the fact that one “squire” and another “well-paid, taxpaid entity” know the truth, I had to accept their blessed monetary gift to help pay a debt settlement company and to keep from going insane.

    These tough economic times contributed to my distress. The miscalculation of my karmic debt lead to spending more than earned. And I will continue to spend what I don’t have. That’s bad and a gambling addiction, too. Moreover, the lack of trust to rely on the ones who love me was broken. It was through me that others continue to take advantage of this elderly couple.

    It was their perseverance to save all they could — not splurging on food at restaurants, partying at social events, traveling to places or interest or buying unnecessary modern comforts. As a result, they are able live comfortably during their retirement years and most importantly help others: the boy and his a house; our impoverished relatives and Balikbayan boxes; and me from TPTB, who still owe me BIG TIME!!!
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    Topic #77: Write about the biggest secret you failed to keep. Bonus: If you don’t want to write the secret itself, why do you think you failed to keep it? Do you know anyone that could have kept it? Have you learned more about yourself such that you are strong enough now to keep a similiar secret?

  • 20110227-Daily Post

    The smallest thing nearest to me is a PowerEx 8.4v 300mAh — HiMH Rechargeable Battery. It is Made in Taiwan. and is a Maha Energy Corp. product. The warning label reads as:

    DO NOT DISPOSE OF IN FIRE OR SHORT – MAY RESULT IN LEAK OR EXPLOSION. INSERT IN THE CORRECT POLARITY.

    The P/N: MH-84V300. The SIZE 6F22; E-BLOCK.

    I use it to power Steevo’s Desktop Succor, which has a purple wire wrapped six times around a three inch tall, phallically-shaped clear quartz crystal. It’s supposed to clear my environment of spooks. It’s so powerful that my head buzzed severely when the unit was initially placed on my desk located on the 12th floor tower in Santa Clara, CA over five years ago.

    The second to the next smallest thing would be my boogers. I’d pick my nose with my long pinky nails and dig around my sinuses for any dried up pieces of either bloody red or yellow goo and green puss. But that’s inside the Kleenex now after blowing my boogers out so hard. Don’t be grossed out because I’m not infected but congested with allergies.

    I could go further to say the smallest thing is a marble-sized energy ball inside my heart chakra. Around a Christmas evening over six years ago, it bounced from the ether in front of me, past my hard-cover “angel book” towards the left and downward into my chest but slightly to the right. To this day, I think it might have been a seed of some sort, like the Biblical reference of a mustard seed that grows into a tall, flowering weed.
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    Topic #57: What is the smallest thing near you? Write a paragraph about it. Bonus: Use your imagination – are elements the smallest thing? atoms? quarks? How do you feel about the fact we keep finding smaller and smaller things inside of things that are already quite small?

  • 20110120-Daily Post

    Topic 21: What’s the single most important thing you accomplished in 2010? And how do you plan to top it in 2011 (perhaps by completing your blogging challenge!)

    In 2010, I had to “level” with myself and to “square” away my finances. By understanding my rights as a hard-working, tax-paying American citizen and as a consumer, I had to “get real”. I couldn’t sit in front of my home computer and blog the whole day.

    I needed to get a job and get paid (even if the job was low paying) — anything to keep from going insane and from feeling bored at home; so I could get myself out of debt. And with the boosts from team orgonites and the loans from my parental units, my prayers were answered.

    Miraculously, the “network” (via my headhunters) “gave” me a “temp job from hell”, which according to a temp guy here, we will be working here until the end of February 2011 and know if this very gracious client will keep us bums as full time at the manufacturing company!

    And to make my hopes and dreams come true in 2011, not just for me, but to uplift my down-trodden family units residing both in the Bay Area and in Southern California, I would like to keep my “promises” as intended by TPTB’s utmost trustworthiness and “promises” to moi.

    That goes without saying I’ll continue to blog about my adventures, if any, and unfortunately, anonymously due to “security reasons”. Brouhaha!

  • Creepy Faces

    Neither should I judge a book by it cover nor a face for its ugliness. Two guys here at this “temp job from hell” have “melted” faces – a white guy and Hoan, whom I still find quite annoying. There is no smoothness to the surfaces of their faces – grooves of long lines, dents of cavernous craters, bumps of hills and furrows and other unattractive facial spots.

    Today, I hurried home for lunch, thinking the boy would join us. Instead, Edna and Danillo came over and brought over a flowering plant called “Star Of Bethlehem (Ornithogalum).” It was already blooming white in color among the green “spikes”.

    Edna kept looking at me and I know why: Her daughter has been through rough times during her childhood and is not in good terms with the old fart, whose face was showing the color of blistering red and probably from chemo-therapy for his kidney cancer.

    I believe Steevo’s desktop succor punch, which was inside my lunch bag was making him red in the face. The demonic fart wouldn’t stop rubbing his forehead (or third eye chakra). You see demon-possessed humans harm children. The devasated woman wanted him dead for what he did to the daughter. Enough said.

    As I left the coloration of his face took on a lighter pink tone.

  • Popping Wall Noises

    From around 10:10pm tonight to a good ten minutes, I’ve heard popping noises in the opposite wall in front of me. I know those cannot be just noises of depressurizing trapped warm air within the walls. These are no ordinary sounds. They could be demons or just the extension of my consciousness trying to make contact with itself.

    Prior to the wall pooping incident, I’ve felt a system jolt: an energy discharge from within my heart chakra area leading to the wall area in front of me. The moment of sensing this “disruption” between myself and the sound was instantaneously. This type of noise can be made by anyone without thinking. Of course, the controlled part was fun as I made several attempts at “contact” via my usual inner dialogues.

    Assuming that this energy sound form was intelligent, I kept wondering why it won’t just have peace and just return to where it originated. It wouldn’t go away. I’ve read earlier about Satanic families and their sacrifices of their children around the times of full moon, just like early this morning. My imagination (or daydream as Maw would describe my stories of close encounters after tonight’s dinner) may have taken a wild turn for the truth.

    It kept making noise as I tried concentrating of asking for Higher Guidance and Protection (or Pillar of Light) and to allow the God within and without take care of the annoyance. I was feeling the fright and flight response rising up within me but I was too damn weary to play their game and kept calm while trying to visualize happy thoughts. Then a few familiar military marching songs came to mind and I let those childhood tunes loop over and over until the demonic sounds and my tired mind drift away and off to sleep.

    It could have been a lucid dream. But then again, I was applying DB’s latest orgone sunburst to my left jaw joint area while using DC’s zapper on my mysterious carbuncle, which I popped earlier and which was located where the “horn” to my head would have been located. Now the bump is almost flat. The area is still greasy from maybe the left over shampoo or the fact that this morning’s monthly cramp gave way to active hormones.

  • Orgone Calm

    The boy came home from lunch just right after the twosome arrived from their grocery shopping at the DeCA Commissary store in Moffett Field, CA. He reported to his beloved Maw that he had a good night’s sleep and felt calm. Maw suggested to the boy that I could give him some more. I saw that he could use two more blue orgonites created by DB. Perhaps, then the boy will have overcome his fear of the unknown and defeat once and for all his “demons” (aka reptoids) in his dreams.

  • Gifting Boy

    Tonight, I gave my first gift to the boy and the girl. It was my hope that the energy of their relationship and/or house would be stabilized. What used to be a doorstop to the bathroom upstairs will have found a new home with the twosome.

    Below is the image showing the orgone gift (center):

    Blue Orgonites
    Blue Orgonites

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    It’s supposed to have been a creation by “benevolent” entities (or DB). The boy still has some apprehension and backed away when I tried my best to explain how orgone energy works. Thankfully, he would accept this gift. I do not understand his fear. The girl sensed that it might attract something else. I do not understand her concern.

    I instructed him to wash it and program the crystal inside to help him overcome his fear. His recent dreams involved him fighting against “reptoid-like” beings, or as he termed it “demons”. The boy will place DB’s blue HHG near his bed. So hopefully, that area will have been gridded.

    I told them they could return the item. But I wanted to share what I felt was necessary to their health and well-being.

  • Zapping Neck

    Since my sickness started on All Hallows Day, I’ve had this itchy feeling behind the back flap of my left nostril and somewhere on top where the Eustachian tube is located.

    So, last night, I used DC’s zapper, which I placed on my neck on the left side – vertically to maximize coverage of the throat area. In a few minutes and thank goodness the batter was weaker so as to not cause severe burns, my itchy, dry feeling in that area is gone!

    However, I’ve experienced post nasal drip during this morning’s 9:15am mass. The air was circulating downwind to my left nostril and I had to counteract the coughing spell with a Peppermint Lifesaver.

    The mass was made more horrible in part by the singers (i.e. the old church lady with a high beehive of blond hair). She’s a VERY nasty German. Ack! And her singing is not the best. The microphone needs to be turned down or at least used to club the singers over the head for loud music!

    I had to plug my ears during the ordeal. I wasn’t embarrassed to express my displeasure around tall, white folks. They were scary. Their skull structures are weird. Their hair styles are weird.

    The whole place was teaming with un-singing, non-responsive robots (i.e. a group of Filipino with blond and red dye jobs.) Maw had informed them of donuts in the chapel and the tall teenagers seemed spaced-out. There was a darker-skinned Pinoy with solemn look behind a dark hooded sweat shirt waiting elsewhere in a solitary way.

    Once again, the parish is teaming with reptoids and other crazy nutballs who are religious fanatics.

    But I digress. I feel much better after zapping the cooties away. If only I could find a more powerful orgone device that would cause these entities to shape-shift, I’d be all the merrier. Maybe for once, the place will be made more “serene”.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 20101124-Feeling Woozy

    For the past few days, I’ve been feeling woozy while standing, sitting and walking. My blood pressure seems normal, depending on the BP monitor. But I know my triglyceride and cholesterol levels are high due to DNA, of course. I’m eating and not binging recently.

    Monday, my left knee joint was not sliding correctly. There was no pain and kicking the offending booger back into place did no good. I think I had pulled everything in my body after lifting heavy buckets of rain water for the suffering trees over last weekend.

    From the passenger side window of my car, I saw the same, two little trees en route to this morning’s mass. They were watered well by the rain. In the back of my mind I wondered if “good-hearted” neighbors would have thought of watering the younglings. The smaller one seemed to need a little more during this summer’s heatwave. But now it’s okay.

    Anyway, last night, I saw a disturbing YouTube.com video via my favorite author’s weblog site. It showed three prison guards beating cooperative inmates with batons. One could see the pain inflicted upon the hapless men, who may have been unjustly imprisoned by a corrupt Russian government. To Putin, Medvedev and pals, please fix your abusive system. I didn’t like what I saw.

    A few minutes ago, I viewed a purple-colored site of sisters and the big results of opening up portals of manifestion. At friggin’ 2:00am, I retired to bed because I was very upset from that offending events yesterday, tripled from Maw crying earlier that night via the boy’s lunchtime criticism about my homelessness.

    I placed DC’s zapper on my chest and felt energy waves thereon. I was so pissed at the results from Tuesday that I had to boost the whole energy grid – up and down and all around: The planet needed cleansing big time after watching that Illumined video, too.

    As a result, the weather today is crispy, clear blue skies. Seriously, folks. Those in the Bay Area look up and tell me what you see! One chemtrail tried to be laid but there was nothing, only the brightly shining sun overhead! I didn’t stop until I drifted off to sleep.

  • 20101121-Dream Journal

    I awoke to remember a dream. I saw that my desktop succor punch by Steevo had broken off completely at its base! The quartz crystal itself appeared to have been “burnt” from the inside or smoky brown in coloration. I recall trying to point the broken piece at Robert, whom I kept telling to take care of Donna in the past few days. Robert was sitting in the back seat while I was driving. He kept talking about stuff, which I do not recall.

    The next dream involved lots of people. We were inside a house. I felt they were mostly Filipinos. One room had carpeting over what appeared to be rocks. And the rocks were split in the “left side” of this slope, which I could see rises up to the roof. I had in my mind’s eye that they were over a fault line, which was created by an earthquake earlier. That room appeared to be a “make-shift” auditorium or something.