Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: paranormal

  • 20080723-Lucid Dream

    Another late night session with my resurrected laptop ended unsuccessfully. During one of my blog entry, I noticed something not right with my word document — the ‘Spelling and Grammar’ proofing tool didn’t work. Each time I tried to run this program I would get either the good message — ‘The spelling and grammar is complete. [OK]’ The popup box showed a white cloud, bubble icon with a blue, lower case letter ‘I’ inside.

    Or I’d get the bad messages:

    ‘Word cannot find the grammar file msgr??32.dll for . [OK]’
    ‘Word cannot find the spelling file MSSpell3.dll or mssp232.dll . [OK]’

    The popup box showed a yellow triangle with a black exclamation inside for both.

    I gave up trying to pull up documentations through the Office Online Home Page and Windows XP Solution Center and running the ‘Detect and Repair’ several times via the word document program and with the CD successfully. Once again, I get impatient and tried decided to turn in for the night or rather morning, which was around 01:00AM.

    My mind was swimming from pain that I’ve sustained during my morning shower. As I reached downward to get my fragrant soap sitting on that shower stall, I felt my upper back give out. I thought this damn condition is not going away and probably will be a lifetime. My newest back condition was exaberated the night before while hunched over the wash basing to scrub my face.

    To make the pain threshold worse, my new chest tourniquet (or bra from Mervyn’s) was one size too small. My fatty sides have shrunk considerably after my daily workout to an old pirated tape of Filipinos singing a medley to Neil Sedaka, Paul Anka, ABBA and the Carpenters. Yes, I do enjoy listening to this stuff!

    One over-the-counter, anti-inflammatory painkiller of 650mg was ingested. But the dull pain of heck lingered between my shoulder blades. I am fast becoming an old timer, whose mind is getting calmer yet whose mouth rattled onward during this afternoon’s job interview between 02:00PM and 02:30PM.

    I messed up this interview with the controller and one HR personnel and didn’t care because there were two other candidates who are probably more qualified to pick up the mess left behind someone leaving that company, which is located directly across the tower of my former employer!

    Besides the ongoing annoyance with ‘the network’ and their failure to pull through with yet another ‘Hollywood-like’ production of holding my future hostage — the length of time during the current administration — to whatever scheme they refuse to reveal, I decided to pay them with my boosts.

    One boost was processed in the afternoon and another one was done prior to drifting off to sleep. At around 01:16AM per my atomic clock located to my right side upon my bedside table, I received another system jolt. I don’t know if that originated from within me or from the etheric realm. All I know is that after I visualized five objects placed in specific sequence did I experienced a large energy wave.

    I recalled reading an article or two about a couple of people getting knocked off their chairs while sitting down for a meal at a public restaurant and assumed that this system jolt was my experience similar to their adventures with the unseen and unknown to the mostly unaware human population.

    What I imaged prior to my lucid dream was carefully cradling dark-colored, teardrop-shaped stones in both of my palms. I placed the first stone at the three o’clock position into this pale colored sand and clearly saw how it was secured through the depression the stone made into the grains.

    The second, third and fourth stones were place in the nine o’clock, twelve o’clock and six o’clock positions, respectively with the narrow ends of each stone facing the center. The last stone was probably circular and I placed this a few inches above the four below — forming a triangle.

    Within a few seconds after placing the fifth and last stone, I felt the strongest energy wave either originating from my chest area or from my upper left quadrant of my sleeping position, which would be north and south or head and toe. This strange incident in a sense felt more like a feedback, almost like static electricity but at an etheric level.

    I did hear that loud, single popping sound resonating from within the drywalls where the energy wave was manifested to my left side. The only other time was also upstairs, not in my bedroom but in the computer room where a thick, brown fly manifested and slammed into my one-quartered filled glass of organic milk.

    So whatever happened this morning confirms to me that there is something that mainstream science is unable to explain with the crude devices used to measure paranormal activities. Those shows on televised programming fail to provide to me sufficient proof that what I’m experiencing is beyond words. Those who have knowledge into this pseudoscience already know what we don’t and for them it’s mere entertainment.

    Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20080720-Wall Sounds

    After resurrecting my laptop on Sunday, I’ve decided to test drive my new toy downstairs in the ‘family room’, which is really two sofas, a barcalounger and a television. This room is somewhat comfy with a north facing window to the side fence and the old eucalyptus tree. Below this window is the Singer, sewing machine, which ‘Maw’ uses to mend and create clothes.

    While alone and on the barcalounger, I hooked up my archive of some photos via a USB device with a capacity of 4.64GB and decided to delete and duplicate ones from four years ago. It was during this testing that I’ve discovered how very slow and quite outdated this laptop (which was originally purchased back in September 2000. It works fine for my purpose as I tried to compose my thoughts into a word document and calculate my figures into a spreadsheet.

    It does not, however, allow me to multi-task like I’m used to on my ‘primary’ computer, which is meant for gamers and by far faster than this piece of junk. In other words, I cannot open up several internet browsers and other programs at the same time. Listening to music locks up the browsers and I’d do the ‘three finger salute’ of ‘Control – Alt – Delete’ in order to ‘End program’.

    So as I sat contently while redoing my various files on old photos, I would hear some very loud tappings on the wall and sometimes from the television set. I thought to myself that, nah, maybe these are but tree branches or small twigs being blown by the wind and hitting against the sides of the house. I may recall the time being around 12:18AM, which is really Monday morning (or yesterday if I get this blog entry posted by midnight tonight).

    Pop, snap and tap probably amounted to a handful and then nothing more but more organizing of old files was done until another hour into the morning. I don’t know anything about etheric activities but have read one blog pointing out to demonic attacks. I thought these sounds originating from the walls would be entities making their presence known or their way of greeting others.

    Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20030810-Foreign Briton

    The Clan of Galbraith (the surname Galbraith means Foreign Briton) was camped in Buchanan Park, where ‘Razor’ and I were to be entertained by ordinary folks garbed in costumes. ‘They are actors given roles to play in [the] spirit of renaissance; thus the faire’ — Scottish Renaissance Fair (or Pittsburg’s Scottish Festival in Pittsburg, California).

    It was a sunny day. And after making our way back from the opposite direction going towards Oakland, CA along the ‘California Delta Highway’ 4 in error, we had parked upon a hill at Heights Ave and hiked our way down towards the grassy area of the park. I felt out of shape as I huffed and puffed with whatever strength I had in my aging body.

    Upon arrival at the boundary between the gray sidewalk and the hilly area, I felt some sort of pressure, a subtle energy passing through my system vertically from head to toe, separating one side from the other as I ‘crossed over’ through a thin bubble and into another realm.

    This was indeed another place and time where people dressed up and acted their parts. Unfortunately due to not having brains to think and assertiveness to refuse, I actually became a mule for the day to ‘Razor’ as I carried his backpack, a load upon my back for fear of anything getting stolen or psyched out in one of the dimly lit tents of dark fabric.

    ‘Razor’ changed into this loosely-fitted, white shirt and topped of his head with some stylish hat of the era. I, however, didn’t have a costume to wear and figured my long-sleeved, white-colored shirt was enough to shield my forearms from getting darker than the rest of my pale skin while walking under the heat of the sun.

    Our first visit was vendors. ‘Razor’ had acquired a silver-colored, pewter drinking container for mead, which was not available. I do not recall purchasing anything but had looked through a few rings and remembered eyeing a ring with an ‘eyeball’. I didn’t know what I wanted to purchase but I started feeling a little dizzy.

    So I stole a chance to cool off underneath a tree and its blessed shade. There was a pond in front of me and the booths behind me on either side. While waiting at this spot for ‘Razor’ to yakking with his friends’, I felt a wave of energy overcome me to the point of experiencing shortness of breath. I took deeper breaths from whatever fresh breeze blew my way to keep my balance.

    I wanted to go home soon because I grew weary from the hot weather until our hostess lead us to the concessioners’ stand for some cool liquid to quench the thirst in my dry throat and some tasty food to stop the rumble in my hungry tummy. It was around noontime when we found some nourishment.

    We headed back to the camp with the auburn-haired, Scottish woman. This woman has an adopted son, a tall dark-haired one who sat momentarily in front of me with ‘Razor’ to his left. ‘Razor’ asked him a question but he didn’t answer. He got up almost immediately after I kept mentally repeating to ‘Razor’: ‘He won’t answer. He’s not listening’.

    There was a shorter, blonde-haired lady by the name of ‘Dianea’, whose left eyeball appeared more prominent than her right eyeball. I was taking her picture along with ‘Razor’ when I noticed this prominent feature to her face. Later from inside the tent in front of me, I heard her laughing out loud after I thought mentally to myself she must be a reptoid.

    Afterwards, we walked towards the duels where lots of actors fell down from feigned injuries. I was instructed by a bunch of folks to cuff my ears with the palms of my hands instead of sticking my fingers inside my earholes in order to muffle the sounds of canons firing off. Initially, I didn’t hear them because I was sweltering too much under the hot sunlight.

    I didn’t know back then that ‘at the renaissance fair, there are practicing psychics’. I know now that the buzzing feeling as well as the pressure building up from somewhere inside my head were attempts at reading my mind. I didn’t have much of a mind back then and still don’t know any better now.

    Though ‘Razor’ has been drawn to these like-minded folks and his energy matches theirs’, I felt foreign and out of place as I waited on the outskirts of their camp. I was lying on my back with the backpack cradling my head for whatever comfort it offered until they waved me into their clan. My adventure with psychics this day was just the beginning, by the way.

    Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20080718-Dream Journal

    After hearing ‘Maw’ hollering from downstairs, I awoke around 06:00PM after my much needed beauty rest. I heard the doorbell ring and found the twosome all dressed up after work. They were there hugging my parental units in thanks for receiving some leftover food from today’s order of three: six, Korean BBQ strips of steak, smothered in Korean Kalbi Sauce, steamed rice and ‘Kim-Chee’.

    So my dream was about visiting someone. I see his house as he greeted me at the front door. There were other people around me but I do not know who they are. All of us went inside and the house seemed to be alive, almost morphing with each thought. I felt the house was metallic and moved. The inside was dimly lit as we walked down this corridor.

    From behind me, I had not idea what was happening but the homeowner proceeded to pull out a squiggly, fat worm from inside my head. (I believe this worm like appendage represented my ongoing headache, which I’ve been experiencing lately but ‘treated’ with low dosage aspirin at 80mg. He made all sorts of yanking sounds as I felt something come out and I thought maybe I should boost whoever or whatever is doing that to me. I saw some nice concentric circles in my mind’s eye from this dream and then dreamt some more.

    I was in the bedroom and saw his lying down. In the corner to my right field of vision I saw a flowing white object, almost like a very large kimono, only it looks very wispy and as tall as eight feet in height. I was told to leave and found myself inside the bathroom located to the left and adjacent to the bedroom. Here I was brushing my teeth over this tall, column-shaped basin located to far left hand side of the wall. The bathroom had a warm, honey-beige hue to the inside. There were many stalls of toilet. I believe the doors were closed.

    As I turned around to look at what seemed to be approaching, I sense something luminous flying around at eyelevel but couldn’t see past the stalls. I imagined it was peering through one of the opening between the stall behind and the wall attached to it. I waved at it, thinking it saw me but I wasn’t sure.

    Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060214-Chat Guest

    Tonight, I decided to blog about my chatting experiences with an image dated Monday, June 28, 2004, 10:44:14 PM from my archive of photos. I researched online and in a few minutes found the image source listed as the very first one via Google.com.

    Upon clicking the image from ‘Alien Shift‘ website, I was directed to a page on the ‘Sufi Masters‘. I didn’t know the significance with tonight’s discovery of unity. I am slow to connect my personal observations.

    Andromeda Lotus
    An image of a disc-shaped galaxy in the shape of a purple lotus.

    After seeing the EW article and emailing the contact person, I was invited to join in a chat to boost on Tuesday, February 14, 2006. The introductions were done with someone spelling out his ‘real’ name of four separate words in French, I think. I, however, ‘told’ them not to tell my ‘real’ name for security sake during the chatting session. They got the message and addressed me by my nickname via a temporary username of: chatguestA_ _ _ _.

    Anyway, for those in the know, the area between my shoulder blades was activated the whole time. Then a few minutes later ‘Lilly’ experienced a sharp pain on the left temple area. I knew she picked up my alien implant located on the outer corner of my left eyebrow, which has been removed months later by unknown forces — thank you! I placed my left palm over that affected area and told her, ‘Sorry’.

    During the chatting, I knew they were talking among themselves because I didn’t learn anything important. They had acquired their ‘target’ and I kept meditating to keep the team focused. I don’t know what the heck was going on, of course, because this was an invitation only for a one time session. I felt my presence wasn’t all that important.

    While peeping off and on through my half-opened eyelids at the progress of the chatting session on my computer monitor, I remembered looking to my right field of vision and sent their first image, showing a disc-shaped galaxy (named Andromeda) as a purple lotus. ‘Lilly’ described this image as opening heart chakras.

    The next image I sent was a brightly-lit, yellow corridor with a black dragon, which I made up as a symbol of the ‘bad guys’. I visualized attacking that ‘target’ by jumping on its back but I felt that sort of fighting didn’t do anything that I could imagine.

    Then of course there was more chatting and I got tired after, say, a couple of hours and then decided to listen to some Japanese, anime music. So I got up from my chair, dug through the lower right hand corner of my dresser drawer for the CD and proceeded to listen through the big head phones. The soothing sound was ‘Min-May’ singing ‘a acappella’.

    I knew the team didn’t understand a word of Japanese because the chatting session paused for awhile. I was amused at myself for messing around with them. I kept telling them I wanted to stop chatting because I was getting tired of sitting on my hard wooden chair while hooked up to my very slow dial-up connection at that time.

    So I turned on some louder music as my sign that I wanted out of the session and that pissed them off. ‘Lilly’ screamed in pain, of course. While chatting with ‘Garrett’, they were advertising a large machine. Nothing else was learned that night except an article was posted the following day about being careful when sharing energy during a unified session.

    That was the last time I’d participated with a bunch of strangers in that manner. Overall, I knew they meant well and all for the better. For some odd reason, I knew they continue to keep in touch with my energy signature. But to this day I do not know how, when and by who keeps asking of me.

    Copyright © FVDF. All rights reserved.

  • 20080715-True Prosperity

    Image source: A clipart from Microsoft.
    A .jpg image of a green-colored Chinese symbol for prosperity.

    What is this ‘True Prosperity’ that I just read through one of my favorite RSS feed a few minutes ago? ‘Shrimpsei’ mentions gifting the environment with orgonite related products, such as with TB’s (or ‘tower busters’) instead. I’m business-minded and all I see are dollars signs, a more solid proof of prosperity than etheric forms, which only a few could recognize.

    By definition, prosperity means wealth:

    Wealth derives from the old English word “weal”, which means “well-being”. The term was originally an adjective to describe the possession of great qualities.

    So wealth by this strict meaning is to ‘have’ qualities which are great or better than ‘not having’ anything of economic value: ‘having’ money to spend on oneself selfishly or on the welfare of others wholeheartedly; ‘having’ real estate to house homeless people or raise a large family on a farm or ‘having’ personal property in the form of useless eye-candy (such as gas guzzling SUV’s) or fancy blings (such as diamond rings worth over ten thousand dollars!)

    For me, knowledge is by far of greater value than that of material goods, which I’ve personally fail to appreciate to the point of being dismayed at ‘having’ too much good ‘things’ in life. I know what’s it like being spoiled by my parental units thus far and feel bad that I’ve not ‘truly’ enjoyed a single penny of my hard earned work just yet.

    The hard work is being responsible for ‘being in the know’. It’s the fine line between taking action and doing nothing at all – saving a soul and losing one’s soul – that sort of thing.

    I’ve learned about Catch 22 and the no-win situation, whereby for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Trust me: Just do the best you could without regret. There is no way in heck that one person could make everyone happy.

    I’ve learned great patience through teeth-grinding perseverance. My sanity is still intact while my frustration grows everyday, along with my confidence dwindling to nothing but hopelessness.

    But for those with hope, I suppose making all sorts of unnecessary noise, wishful whistleblowing, reckless reporting, belligerent blogging and generous gifting would be considered, well, rather risking one’s life.

    I know that while ‘honesty is the best policy’ the messages brought forth for those willing to listen and take heed are not received too lightly or too well. And people like us are not popular and downright hated.

    So whatever wealth (or prosperity) means to any one person, the idea is abundance, like a cornucopia of fruits and fibers and the frequent visits to the toilet. Eat as much truth as what you want and need because in the end it means nothing but crap.

    Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20080712-Daily Diary

    Sound system was zapped as we said the ‘Our Father’ during mass this evening, somewhere around after 05:45PM.

  • 20080711-Alien Symbols

    Well, it’s past 01:00AM in the morning and I wanted to locate the website to some images from back in January 26, 2004 (between 01:00AM to 02:00AM) that I’d like to give credit via this particular blog entry. I have finished viewing, reading, and saving over two dozen samples of symbols by people, who have been abducted by these alleged ‘aliens’.

    I don’t recognize any of these ‘writings’. But I do recall hearing a ‘contact’ pronounce these words in his strange language. I cannot recall if he also made some chirping sounds of a bird (due to one of my stray thoughts) during this session. He was working on me to my left side as I lay faced down. And, of course, I couldn’t see his face.

    As I relaxed, my mind started to wander. I don’t recall which of the two dozen images I brought forth to my mind. But the following ‘alien symbols’ may be the brightest ones with the blue and orange colorings.

    Here are three images showing ‘Codex Writings’ done by Patricia Macca.

    Copyright © FVDF. All rights reserved.

  • 20080710-Random Thoughts

    Below are more stray thoughts meant to be in prose.

    I am living ‘Hell’. Everything is too good to be true; but for every nano-second, there are these ‘WTF’ thoughts.
    (Created: Friday, May 30, 2008 10:13:55 PM)

    I too was thinking we all need to go back to basics, such as small farming communities…
    (Created: Wednesday, April 23, 2008 11:49:14 PM)

    I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Pete and pals are always sorry.
    (Created: Thursday, April 10, 2008 7:23:53 PM)

    All that ever existed is love.
    There is no need to practice what is already set into motion.
    (Created: Tuesday, April 01, 2008 3:32:46 PM)

    Religion is another fancy, money-making scheme.
    Faith is a belief that prayer by itself if not followed up by action.
    (Created: Tuesday, April 01, 2008 2:20:59 PM)

    TPTB could help by lowering prices on commodity, removing taxation and stopping usury.
    (Created: Thursday, March 13, 2008 12:24:16 AM)

    Dandelions blow in the wind.
    (Created: Sunday, February 24, 2008 11:26:50 AM)

    Humans have been described as bi-pedal, meat-eaters with reptilian brains and god-like consciousness.
    Does this mean we are E.T.?
    (Created: Monday, February 11, 2008 12:50:37 AM)

    Humans are the most evil and deadly creature alive.
    (Created: Sunday, February 10, 2008 9:32:51 PM)

    Psychics are spoilers to the end of a story.
    They tell every which way of their own versions, confusing the minions.
    Created: Sunday, February 10, 2008 2:55:34 PM)

    Someone else’s blog can be turned into someone else’s bible.
    (Created: Friday, February 08, 2008 2:42:48 PM)

    A masculine emancipator is like a snake slayer.
    (Created: Thursday, February 07, 2008 12:39:51 AM)

    Imagine trying to tracking down even the most minute dust particles; each and every grain of sand like time upon the beach and all that matters with the atoms in the universe. I should just sneeze and count my boogers – where all of us flood the search engines online with non-sense keywords.
    (Created ‘Chasing Wind’ on Thursday, January 19, 2006 7:28 PM)

    Copyright © FVDF. All rights reserved.

  • 20080707-Red Onyx

    Image source: IMG_5629 taken on 7/14/2008 10:02:33 PM via Canon PowerShot A610 camera.
    My photo of a nice container made of red onyx.

    Received the red onyx of hand-held size;
    As large as my heart of closed fist prize.
    Open and closed; the lid like a mouth;
    Thinking of my friend located due south.

    It’s past 03:30AM and couldn’t sleep.
    Tummy still aching from relative creeps!
    Placed my left palm upon the cool rocky lid;
    Connected to earth, underground; buzzed it did!

    Author’s note: I guessed this evening that my surprise package contained something in orange color. I shook it up and down to get a feel and guessed incorrectly about it being the height of a salt lamp. But at least I got the color correct. It will be used to store my fake blings. Thanks.

    Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20080707-Random Thoughts

    Here are more of my stray thoughts in verse for fun.

    Ranting, raving! Ranting raving!
    Hiss! Booh! Aaah!
    What will I do without my blog?
    (Created on Friday, June 27, 2008 11:10:11 PM)

    Maah-kee! Tuk-tuk-tuk! Tuk-kee!
    Tuk-tuk! Taah-kaah!
    Mashado ang tao!
    (Created on Monday, June 23, 2008 12:09:31 AM)

    The difference between good and bad;
    Makes one feel happy, the other one sad;
    Demons, sworn enemies; don’t feel right;
    No free will or choice as aliens in flight.

    Who needs help the worse of the bunch?
    What appears friendly is good as lunch.
    Eating and drinking their fellow brothers.
    Forgetting to love; disregarding — no others.
    (Created on Saturday, June 14, 2008 12:42:02 AM)

    Frequent flyers foul fluff.
    Funny fairies formulate futures.
    Funny funds farm futures.
    (Created on Friday, June 13, 2008 12:02:33 PM)

    Forget forming friendships forever.
    Facetious flirting forges fraud.
    (Created on Friday, June 13, 2008 8:32:29 PM)

    TPTB and their agents;
    Breaking up family units;
    For the sake of freewill;
    To live life to the fullest;
    Notwithstanding the rude;
    Awakenings of those asleep;
    From illusions of good.
    (Created: Tuesday, June 10, 2008 1:51:39 PM)

    Nit wit, dim wit, tang nga sha;
    Sip sip, sa kit, gusto nya;
    Walang nga ay tak bo sha.
    (Created ‘Tang Aah’ on Sunday, June 08, 2008 9:45:54 PM)

    Forum posters are ordinary folks,
    Run of the mill, truth seekers’ jokes;
    Sharing thoughts without some proof;
    Disinfo agents presenting spoof.
    (Created on Sunday, May 25, 2008 8:04:00 AM)

    Paint me a picture of your soul;
    Play me a tone, a singing bowl;
    Figurative words confuses mind;
    Bible translations, lost and find.
    (Created on Sunday, May 18, 2008 2:58:10 PM)

    Angels advocate beyond scientific proof;
    Scientist are known to make some goof.
    No personal attacks or angry tone;
    No solid evidence but long-winded groan.
    (Created on Tuesday, May 13, 2008 11:13:50 AM)

    Very fish are the HAARP in the skies;
    The climate changes, Disinfo lies;
    Irradiated ionosphere;
    Red herring images; chemtrail fear.
    (Created on Thursday, April 24, 2008 11:09:08 PM)

    The current company of a brown lady bug;
    Sitting against the white wall to my left side;
    Together we are in the same room;
    For the whole day and not a word was said.
    Sigh.
    (Created ‘Current Company’ on Thursday, February 28, 2008 5:27:58 PM)

    I saw anger in the face.
    As red as a red grape;
    Phone call at 02:50PM;
    A ‘Mita’ of El Camino;
    Rude and hung up;
    Maw! Of Lona all is well.
    (Created ‘Angry Face’ on Monday, February 25, 2008 5:03:46 PM)

    You are granted one wish, what would you choose?
    To abuse your wish, fight wars or find truce?
    Will you use your wish and do well for others?
    Or empower yourself and forget your brothers?
    (Created on Tuesday, February 19, 2008 11:09:15 AM)

    Loose your head, then your dead;
    Truth teller’s risk, a silent whisk;
    Away to somewhere, maybe dead;
    Fair warnings fired, agents shot retired.
    (Created on Wednesday, February 06, 2008 7:13:54 PM)

    People are by nature imperfect at best.
    The ‘fight, fright and flight’ response when stressed.
    Some kick and scream and difficult for most.
    By authorities or police with guns they boast.
    Why pull the trigger to control a group —
    With laws against innocent versus a troop?
    Anger management fails the lives of most.
    Fair shots are fired to avenge their angry ghosts.
    (Created on Thursday, January 31, 2008 1:01:24 PM)

    Something old and more like new;
    Something borrowed or more like used;
    Something blue or more like green;
    Something sold or more like bought.
    (Created on Friday, November 23, 2007 10:06:30 PM)

    I remembered playing at my sitter’s house.
    Held two reddish feathers, outward to a douse;
    Around the bedroom I went, while searching for a toy;
    I kept on touching the armoire and giggled in endless joy;
    I looked inside the dresser and piles of bags below;
    She reached inside the paper bag with toy in hand to show.
    (Created on Friday, November 16, 2007 10:21:23 PM)

    Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20080702-Random Thoughts

    Here are more stray thoughts meant to be prose but ‘summarized’ in a few sentences for fun.

    I have my nagging doubts about the ‘roundish’ shape of our planet. Liquid (or the body of water) would certainly roll off a beach ball and is better held inside a container (either an open, disc-shaped Petri dish or a closed, cylindrical-shaped soda can). Gravity would be us being glued to the planet due to traveling ‘upward’ or ‘outward’ after the big bang, like a bullet or golf ball hurtling into space for eternity. Moreover, I could not find a complete footage of the space shuttle orbiting around our ‘spherical-shaped’ planet from NASA via online to prove ‘Earth’ is not flat.
    (Created on Wednesday, July 02, 2008 12:08:23 AM)

    Sorry, life is a test. We are each given sensors to ‘test’ our limits on how much pain we could tolerate before succumbing to unconsciousness or even death. Analogy: Baby’s milk needs to be tested on inside of the wrist in order to make sure baby doesn’t get burned in the mouth from drinking a scalding hot liquid.
    (Created on Wednesday, June 04, 2008 11:07:10 PM)

    Wait! What? These scientists signed a piece of paper denying our right to pollute the earth as we see fit? Surely, we all know that noxious fumes don’t do us much good.
    (Created on Saturday, May 31, 2008 10:21:19 PM)

    Okay here is my two cents once again: as with most religious organizations, I suspect all it takes is one charismatic leader (Joseph Smith) to be brought further into the lime light (Brigham Young) for gullible followers (LDS) to believe via the written works (Bible) penned by creative minds (‘G-d’ inspired), who are nothing more than a bunch of fiction writers, building up characters and rambling about utter whooey (golden plates) to fit the bill of ‘Christianity’. Mormons are not Christians and Christians are not followers of ‘Christ’ when various offshoots are created for tax-exempt status. Meh.
    (Created on Thursday, May 29, 2008 5:49:23 PM)

    I get weepy when unfortunate events manifest themselves as the face of immorality, whereby selfish people do not take action when a child suffers. If ‘G-d’ had known, there would have been done sooner than later.
    (Created on Monday, May 26, 2008 10:34:34 PM)

    For humor’s sake, if I wanted to avoid inhaling chemtrails, I’d wear a scuba mask, stay indoors all day with the windows and doors shut and turn the air conditioner on. I learned there are some potential antidotes for the following poisons contained in the chemtrails: Barium (sodium sulfate), Aluminum (silica (natural herbs and spices), calcium salt, plumbum) and Ethylene DiBromide (nada, nothing, zilch).
    (Created on Sunday, May 25, 2008 8:31:38 AM)

    I’d like to get out my ruler and whack the hands of fraudsters. It’s not nice of Sherry Shiner to be the voice piece of doom and gloom.  As for Jehovah’s Witnesses, I too am not convinced about the likes of her or those who would make me answer the doorbell, stand at the doorway, listen to them (surprise) speak in our foreign language, invite us to read their little booklets and be on their merry way as if I have the care in the world. I want our mailing address off their lists. As for the JW being Satanists dealing with the Illuminati, I don’t buy that either.
    (Created on Monday, May 19, 2008 12:28:10 PM)

    If any object was to travel through a stargate (or wormhole), the re-materialization would not be cold or frosted but the temperature would be the same as if stepping through from one side of the portal to the other side. Inanimate objects (i.e. eucalyptus leaves and parakeet seeds) would be thrown like a leaf blower or sucked like a vacuum and die. Some retain their shape. Even the ants, flies and spiders survive.
    (Created on Monday, May 19, 2008 11:12:48 PM)

    Those in the know about Nibiru should take care of the matter and the rest of us caught in the middle should sit back and watch what will happen next. Maybe there was this Planet X that passed by our planet long ago. But due to the nature of its course, the probability of it ever coming back the way it did – the alleged impact of one of its satellite on Earth – is very small. Until that humungous object gets close enough for scientist to measure and reasonably predict where it’s headed, I’m afraid connecting all these anomalous events (climate changes, pole shift, etc.) to the 2012 mark doesn’t make sense at the moment. However, for the survivalist it is always good to be prepared for anything unexpected and at the last moments.
    (Created on Sunday, May 18, 2008 11:16:34 PM)

    Why can’t we have three presidents – a triumvirate? The balance is good with a two to one ratio: democratic to republic; brain to brawn; new to old; female to male and good to bad. Or maybe a fifty-fifty split is better, like a game of see-saw where those taking either side benefits from fun.
    (Created on Wednesday, May 14, 2008 10:28:00 PM)

    Ever deep fried fish (yum) inside the house with closed windows and doors? It smells to the high heavens and the odor sticks to the walls, floors, flooring, etc. — everywhere! In order to eliminate ‘odor causing bacteria’, take your aerosol can of mostly unpronounceable ingredients and spray into your home. Good. Now take a deep breath and inhale the fresh scented fumes. Now doesn’t that take care of the stinky smell earlier? I don’t think so.

    The above scenario points to a similar problem with chemtrails. The source of the smell – said fish – is merely masked by ‘chem’-sprays that go nowhere but everywhere in a closed system. The earth, if you will, could be considered a closed system. Keep spraying indoors and everything stays inside. Anything living inside this closed system gets some concentration of these sprays, if not directly inhaled then gets into the bodily system gradually over time.
    (Created on Wednesday, April 30, 2008 1:04:11 PM)

    Yes, everyone is different, which explain why most of us have not been turned into unthinking, unfeeling, robots. Once again, I listen to the substance of speeches and found the speech of Rev. Jeremiah Wright to the NAACP quite educational, providing various descriptive comparisons in toto of black people living in the United Stated.
    (Created on Sunday, April 27, 2008 11:15:09 PM)

    Santa Claus does exist as a representative of commercialism, which gets little boys and girls all excited for material goods. Some children cannot always be nice and do not always receive the gifts they want! I know because I never got my little pony and I was once a good, little girl! Why me? Santa is never coming to town either.
    (Created on Tuesday, February 19, 2008 12:07:33 PM)

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