At 4:34pm, I felt a pin-point zing at the outer corner of my left eye. I was lightly sleeping. This event reminded me of prior system boosts or lucid dreaming..
Tag: paranormal
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20090111-Noticing Numbers
1201 1211 0110 0511
Notice these numbers, starting with mine.
Lots of elevens, everywhere prime.
Those in the know would sing a song.
Happy Birthday! Together strong!Author’s note: I’m being weird but had thought about the significance of numerology.
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20090107-Separate Ways
We were not for this world yet incarnated. I was dead (cyanic) at birth. He wasn’t wanted. So we must go our separate ways-incompatible for hurting each other..
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20090107-Ghostly Cart
Long ago, Maw and I were waiting inside the car and watched a runaway shopping cart travel from left to right and slammed into a parked van of a grandpa & kid..
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20080105-Wearing Watchers
Black Tefillin 
Dog Camera Notice how similar a Jewish head-tefilin (or shel rosh) placed above a Jew’s forehead compares with a head-mounted camera placed on a police dog.
I wonder if ancient astronauts designed these units.
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20081231-Gingerbread Smell
I received a candle today. It smells like gingerbread, just like the T.V. commercial. The color matches my orange T-shirt. You know too much and need spanking!!
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20081216-Strangers Near
It`s a great brouhaha! On Monday and for two hours — one hour near the front entrance near the lobby and another one inside the waiting room of the department, I waited. I read a copy of the `South Bay/Peninsula — Natural Pages®`, which offers `healthy, life-sustaining choices`, but most waited while sitting down.
But for the last thirty minutes of my wait, I was taking a nice meditative snooze. Through my eyelids (or third eye chakra), I saw the usual colorful swirls of purple color against some white or gray background. I believe this was the time that Maw was under heavy sedation. It`s a routine medical examination for old timers like her. The sedation truly helped the screamer from feeling pain during the procedure.
Anyway, after a few minutes of 01:00PM, I heard the doctor come out to tell Paw and me that Maw will be ready to go home in about half an hour. Of course, I couldn`t say much because I was still feeling groggy from my very restful nap while sitting down on a somewhat cushioned made of plastic chair. Paw was too my right; while the doctor was in front of us.
He said there were four pieces removed and that they were harmless. He even drew four dots with his blank colored pen on a diagram of the human body where he removed those benign projections. After he briefly told us whatever he wanted, he reached his right hand and shook the right hand of Paw.
Of course, almost immediately he withdrew his hand from Paw and well, stole a quick bear hug from me with his right arm. That hug reminded me of another licensed professional. Both `guys` had gray hairs and spoke softly.
To me, that was a surprise because I`ve always felt that people thought I was `evil`. I thought maybe the doctor misheard me after slightly choking on my throat slime from napping earlier as being choked up with tears after hearing good news. I also thought that maybe my pink, salmon-colored lipstick was a nice color against my slightly `tanned` face.
Well, that is another `good entity` for y`all. They do exist and work among us. Lately despite my failures in life, I`ve been sending out positive, relaxing vibrations and people seem to respond almost knowingly, without too much verbalizing but more like looks and slight nods.
The discharging nurse, for example, calmly looked over her right shoulder and met my gaze. She just unloaded and stuffed Maw into the Benz as she rolled the empty equipment away and towards the main entrance to the hospital.
Tonight on this fine Tuesday evening of fluffy and wispy purple clouds, Paw and I shopped for his new electrical shaver at Targets. His old one didn`t charge up no matter how hard we tried to press the start button to that unit. We lined up and waited patiently.
Further, Eric the cashier also nodded ever slightly at me as he very slowly placed the second plastic divider in its slot for the customers to place in between the goods for sale. I nodded back in acknowledgment. He was young, cute, and skinny and has the thick light, brown eyebrows. I like thick eyebrows on guys. He reminded me of another guy from my past years ago.
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20070129-Random Thoughts
What would you do if you knew too much but had nowhere to turn? Would you keep silent and hope for nothing? Or would you reveal the truth and hope for justice?
This is my current status where my right as a sovereign hangs at a balance – to exercise what my mind and heart feels is right for others as a group by the sacrificing of myself through hard work and patience. This is all too well how TPTB dicks with folks like me. They know the system well enough because, well quite frankly, they created all that is around us in this whole world from our current monetary system to the shady government deals and cover ups – the denial of any wrong doings.
What is wrong with telling the truth is there is the potential for nefarious activities – from someone else taking the fall (or heat) by being processed at the justice system – the sentencing and jail time – or at the executioner’s hands – the suffering and slow death. Sometimes someone is targeted for disappearance in some form like an apparent suicide when the person has no prior history of mental illness. Family and friends are also used as a bargaining tool to make sure the subject complies with whatever TPTB want and need.
Still noone would believe those who possess any and all documentations (journals, photos, scars, contracts, etc.) for these ‘proofs’ really mean nothing to TPTB. First hand accounts, eye witnesses or genuine testimonies of any sort are not worth disclosing. Going for justice doesn’t always mean justice will be served by the same people who created the mess in the first place.
Am I being too paranoid to assume my own life is a price for knowledge, the freedom to be happy without the burden of proof? My observations of these white vans waiting along the sides of the road, black SUV’s cutting in front of me for no apparent reasons, various vehicles pulling from the sides of the road upon my arrival or strangers coughing and spitting in my direction to arms length proximity point to the inevitable if I so much as squeal or at least tell the truth.
But what is my life I knew that others suffered for what is worth the trouble?
There is always a nice slug waiting somewhere with my name written on it but I assume too much and that, my friend, is a very dangerous assumption. I just saw a jumping black image to the corner of my left eye around 3:33PM as I compose this sentence. Anyway.
I’ve been locked out by WU and MG online. The only outlets I have are PP, which works out well for me except that’s taken out primarily by debit and not one credit cards.
Anyway, the sun comes out around 04:06PM and shines in my eyes.
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20071013-Random Thoughts
The time is supposed to be here and now, always ‘ever present’ — an infinite present where unfortunately the finite, linear time matters or holds true for most of us who live daily with the illusion of being stuck in this three-dimensional reality.
The tip tap on the computer or the tick tock on the walls by invisible clocks may be merely gasses expanding and contracting. However, I personally know these are unseen forces which are and have always been around as small reminders to big and upcoming surprises.
Yet these uneventful yet random sounds (usually after my thinking too much from internal dialogues of mostly questions, for example) are meant only for each person to find out for him/her/itself. No psychic or advanced ‘entity’ could answer what a person could find from within. The answers and interpretations offered by anyone else other than oneself are once again endless.
As for payment of karmic dues (if you believe in ‘karma’), this is in the form of energy. When one has not been paying too much attention by thought, action, word or deed, it’s like getting stubbed in the toe out of anger or causing a vehicular accident while talking on the cellphone. The ramification hurts, of course.
Like the visual chemtrail white outs, these wake-up calls appear too as unknown sources of sounds — a beep, a bell, a pop, etc. So don’t expect prayers to be answered when each person could do something at present and as instantaneous like each unexpected auditory events.
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20081213-Dream Journal
I awoke around 12:30PM this afternoon by Paw who wanted me to make two copies for Maw’s medical history and medicines.
So in my dream, I saw my ‘dream self’ lying down. I saw the reflection of blue skies and fluffy, puffy white clouds in the mirror, which is at the base of the bed.
The chest area of my ‘dream self’ was again activated. Only this time there was color and perhaps I imagined concentric circles. I didn’t feel pain or worry but felt something positive was happening.
Then I did my 360 degree exercise and sent out good vibrations to all ‘corners’ of the world from the chest area of my ‘dream self’.
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20081213-Pink Onyx
My photo showing a jewel case 'Made in Pakistan'. The doorbell rang around 02:30PM today while both ‘Kali’ and I were watching this stupid show about ‘UFO Hunters’. I answered the door and found an Asian lady from the US Postal Service holding my usual box of goodies. I brought it in and then she rang the doorbell again because she forgot to scan the tracking code to this package. I said, ‘Happy Holidays’ and ‘Goodbye’.
Then I sat down and continued to watch the show about how they appear to be using their advanced equipment to prove the whereabouts of a crash of an alleged cylindrical-shaped UFO upon a windmill. The legend goes the parts were thrown into a deep well with the permission of the owner. He died years ago. One photo shows his hand bumpy after drinking the well water.
So I opened up the box with a Swiss pocket knife and tried to guess the contents by feeling it through the bubble wrap and white wrapping paper but I couldn’t guess and slowly unwrapped both materials and felt the coolness of this stone. I looked underneath it and a circular white label was printed on the bottom: ‘Made in Pakistan’.
I giggled and held the object in my hand while connecting with the country that India is now engaged in militarily. I also remembered an encounter with a ‘soul’ who was my hiring manager, by the way. His kisses were ‘real’. There were two other ‘entities’ that were quite empty and hollow. They were ‘greys’, if you will — an investment finder and a licensed healer.
Anyway, my newest ‘trinket’ will be added to my armoire of white, next to the red onyx, which currently holds my 22K spring-loaded earrings (bought my parental units on my birthday two years ago), three of my shiniest rings, and more stuff like two pair of rose-cut, clip-on diamond earrings from my parental grandfather.
The pink onyx container will hold my pendants: one Lemurian, one Nano, one orgonite and that Q-link, which works because, an entity (who was working on me over four years ago) suddenly pulled his hand backwards after waving his hand over the vicinity of my chest area where this Q-link pendant was located.
Unfortunately, that orgonite pendant didn’t seem to work, except ‘triangulate’ my location for a couple of ‘visitors’ the first night I wore that piece. The single Lemurian crystal was noticed by one of the security guards dressed in the ‘KA’ outfit (Cirque du Soleil) while we waited at the door to the right inside the MGM Grand Hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada. The Nano pendant still buzzes in my hands.
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20081201-Slow Mo
After doing the normal stuff with my parental units during the daytime, we went to the 05:15PM mass. Again, I really don’t care for attendance but allowed my mind and body to relax inside the church to be grateful for making another decade in this world.
The only thing neat about that night, besides the large statues of angels and wall paintings was the slow motion effects of riffing through the pages from this booklet of daily readings and prayers. I did this several times and saw how each page traveled along a path from its point of origin to its point of designation.
I tried to use my logical side of my two brain hemisphere and figured the timing between riffing through the pages had something to do with the lighting oscillation of the hanging lamps above our heads.
This is what I saw that night. But I knew it was only in mind. During the daytimes and as previously mentioned in my blogs, I would see wispiness leaving its trails behind moving objects, which are mostly vehicles.
I know it is not my eyeglasses because my newest pair from last year and the old pair from the year before both show the white streaks forming in slow motion and behind and sometimes on top of these vehicles.
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