Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: paranormal

  • 20080417-Daily Diary

    Another slow day. Springtime breeze blows since 04/03/2008.

    Heard two loud pops. In afternoon, while parents danced to VHS tape. In master bedroom while watching small television. Actually, last night 04/16/2008 to the right mostly near my closet.

  • 20080417-Safely Sorry

    I am thinking of blogging safely than being sorry later, of boring than sensational and of practical than unpredictable. Then again I do have useful data that none seems to notice or take a hint. I will then refrain from pointing fingers or labeling others and will leave the juicy details buried within my blogs for the intelligence community to decode, decipher or decrypt because there are some sensitive readers that do not understand the nature of my blogging in the first place. None else outside the circle of strangers should have discovered my whereabouts.

    But last night the second bomb (or truthful revelation) was by a kindred brat with the first one by another male brat who was a temporary worker at the place where I left last year around June 2006. That particular event was a personal wake up call (not just to me but for the other people as well) that all out honesty isn`t always the best policy.

    And, yes, those with the lack of understanding (no matter how old the soul may be) would truly receive some hurt (a form of karma, really) and hopefully would not return great harm by making a big deal in light of when even the tiniest bit of truth is misconstrued or laid bare for the naked and unaided eyes for the public to view.

    I`ve painstakingly renamed some of the characters in my blog and there has to be a better way to get around the hundreds of pages that needs modifying. I may need to learn SQL and PHP to do a mass update of key words and names under WordPress.org, for example. But since my blog is free via WordPress. com, I would have to open up each post entry, modify the details and press the `Save` button each time.

    For those who have overlooked the disclaimer in this website: `All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental`. So for the easily offended or nit wits, it`s too bad because there are higher levels that I will have to deal with in due time. Some of it is personal; some of it is for everyone else`s sake.

    As y`all can see hardly anyone comments on my post entries because I`ve checked on the `Membership` via Settings>General to `Users must be registered and logged in to comment`. This means `outsiders of WordPress.com` cannot make stray comments.  I believe I`ve only received at least four comments over the course of two years. The rest of my comments are former versions of my original blog from Yahoo! 360 and Blogger and some additional stories.

    There is also another vehicle for public ranting and outcry towards my weblog site and that tracking mechanism happens to be via my email at fxxxxxbxxxx [at] gmail [dot] com. But none uses that except for spammers of male enhancement drugs and computer related support. I hate those types of emails and have to keep logging in to manually delete those even though they will be done automatically by the email provider.

    Further, no amount of copyrighting could possibly prevent the robots or `real` people from stealing content here. I viewed the [en.wordpress.forums.com] and learned that emailing the blogger to stop copying content is the first step. Then there is reporting the website as `spam` for any violators of the DMCA. The Askimet program helps the blogger to delete these annoyances once is while, too. The WordPress.com support is another place for reporting mature content, for example.

    Anyway I think there are way too many opinions online from professional writers to amateur bloggers like myself. And if there is enough enforcement worldwide, then the freedom of speech will grind to a halt, `communism` at best will take over the free will of people and the `truthiness` will resort to keeping their mouths shut or be locked up in prison or silence in some other way, like a sniper`s bullet, which I have thankfully avoided due to my spiritual `clearance` with these nice `aliens`. Damn y`all! I will continue ranting so beware! Hahaha!

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  • 20080417-Resist Rant

    I cannot resist the ranting and raving by blogging via WordPress.com. There is no stopping me now, notwithstanding the `disclaimer` and `copyright` located at the two bottom-most `text widget`. For almost two years, I`ve entered over one thousand post entries about my dirty laundry (with the usual twist or lessons at the end of each story) and may have to place the more sensitive subjects to private mode.

    Y`all know who you are and there is no hiding the truth no matter how hurtful, opinionated, bias, prejudice my subjective interpretations on these topics may happen to be by those closest to me – family and not so much the ungrateful relatives and friends (whom I consider mostly acquaintances, nay, and strangers at best). So to play the game safe, I`ll have to force my honesty underground and reveal more juicy material only to trusted eyes regarding my point of views with a `password` to access these `Private` posts.

    In the meantime, the freak weather continues. Around the time of April 11, 2008 when American Airlines grounded some of their aircrafts for some `inspections`, the weather was very hot for three days thereafter. Then the weather started to cool down (enough to warrant the heater to kick on at night) with some gray morning clouds giving way to some chemtrails laid directly over our home again! (I`ve taken photos of these chemtrails and posted those in my Flickr.com account).

    Anyway, I am assuming that mysterious `package` sent from back east around April 3, 2008 was really received in the form of BEAUTIFUL weather with crispy blue skies, mild temperatures, sunny days and hopeful outlooks in life from supportive and loving parental units, understanding sibling brat and any good news from TPTB. I`ve been sending my heartfelt thoughts of gratitude and mental thanks to the dude et al (i.e. team orgonite), by the way.

    I do recall telling my one and only chatter (via Windows Live Messenger) back in December 2007 that I would keep my blog clean. But I didn`t and got `caught` but forgiven. (It’s a great brouhaha! Touché!) I`ve got lots of insurmountable stress and frustration that needs to be unloaded (like crap) and shared with the whole world; for none else, I feel is, trustworthy enough to lend a listening ear.

    As a result, blogging has provided an outlet for practicing both my writing and web designing skills during my down times alone upstairs in the computer bedroom and while unemployed thanks to TPTB (sans `moi`, of course). I may pursue computer courses in CSS, HTML and other computer-related graphics design. It`s more fun than sitting as a cubicle slave (or rather a data entry clerk) in front of the computer all day. It`s a pain in the back or butt (with pun intended), really.

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  • 20080409-Daily Diary

    11:49PM: After buying two new parakeets: 1-blue and 1-green from Campbell, CA, I was waiting in traffic on Saratoga Ave and to my right was the Church of Scientology. My ear holes felt full as I thought about aliens and then DB’s holy hand grenade inside my DB bag right behind me in the backseat. I pressed my ear holes shut as if in feigned pain (so other drivers could see with my ego of course). Then the distance fullness left as the ‘go’ signal turned from ‘red’ stop signal of the street lights.

  • 20080407-Healthy Hilot

    The word ‘Hilot‘ via [http://www.tagalog-dictionary.com/cgi-bin/search.pl?s=hilot] in Filipino means massage or to give a massage. ‘Hilot‘ to some of us means healing or to heal. On Saturday, April 5,2008 after the dinner with ‘Ben’ and “Minh”, ‘Maw’ was doing most of the talking while ‘Ben’ played some easy, sounding arpeggios of sad music, most of which I do not recognize because I was but a baby during the old timers’ days. I, of course, whipped out my digital camera, took some pictures and videos of him playing on my Kimball, upright piano. A good time was had listening to someone else play for me.

    Story one: Frauds

    During one of the conversation, we recalled an incident whereby ‘Maw’ had sustained a very painful neck. This occurred after ‘Razor’ had called ‘Maw’ on the phone one evening about being very ill (or something I cannot clearly recall). And she suddenly sprinted down the stairs in another one of her emotional state of fear and shock. And this was all about nothing really close to an emergency. Afterwards in a sigh of some blessed relief and probably a few days later, she felt something was wrong with her neck.

    Her neck was out of place and she couldn’t turn, let alone move with the slightest bit and without lots of sharp pains. She went to those stupid medical doctors and all these poison-mongers did was prescribe to her some pain relief, which could have been easily purchased over the counter at some local grocery or drug store.

    But nothing from those people in their white smocks could relieve ‘Maw’. They could have referred her to a chiropractor but we didn’t know about these ‘healers’ and those medical doctors (for whatever dumb reasons) are not allowed to disclose this bit of information to those patients with a simple tune up elsewhere.

    So ‘Maw’ suffered many days without much recourse. She felt as if the end of the world was upon her. We sought outside help and went along with the healing frauds held in the house of my nemesis — ‘Glogre’ and ‘Macaroni’, the youngest brother of ‘Paw’. The couple had this woman by the name of ‘Evilyn’ and her darker female companion at their residence, which was the house immediately after the one bought (and sold last year) in Gemini Ct.

    Both these Filipino women were doing healings by touching the patients with all sorts of physical ailments in the guise of spiritual salvation. In a prior visit, I remember accompanying ‘Maw’ in one of the bedroom upstairs with the darker female perform some ‘hilot‘ on her back. The simple placing of the woman’s thumb coated in this oil didn’t do much to convince ‘Maw’ who knew the woman didn’t know where the pain was located.

    In another related story, I remember driving my parental units to visit ‘Evilyn’ and her equally fraudulent husband up in Livermore, CA. The nemesis (‘Glogre’ and ‘Macaroni’) were there along with ‘Gignast’ who was wearing a pretty dress above her knees. ‘Gignat’ was but a child and I remember how she screamed in another room behind the garage when the ‘hilot’ was taking place. My instinct was to bang at the closed door and rush in to save my youngest paternal first cousins from these fools. But after a couple of steps, I decided not to interfere with their reality.

    Anyway, this second visit for the ‘hilot‘ was weird than the first one. There sat ‘Maw’ in agonizing pain and in front of ‘Maw’ sat the darker female. This ‘healing’ was taking place in one of the living rooms of the homeowners –my nemesis who was looking onward from the kitchen area as were other darker Filipinos who were standing around looking for answers to their unheard prayers to a deaf ‘God’.

    So the darker female made all sorts of nonsense about a bad spirit of some sort residing inside ‘Maw’ to the people around her. Then I remember her placing her hands on the hands of ‘Maw’. The woman started shaking slowly and then faster but only for a few seconds. She paused and said something about the bad stuff being too strong. Then she did the same thing — shaking and shivering.

    But after this second attempt of driving away this alleged ‘evil’, no good result was witnessed by me as I sat quickly in front of ‘Maw’ and asked if she was fine. ‘Maw’ said and shook her head, ‘No’. I glared at the frauds, the nemesis and the stupid people that night. We paid our dues to and on behalf of the ‘Mother’ of Christ and left.

    So the point is: I really dislike my nemesis for putting us through those scare tactics of a making us believe in a ‘Kapre‘ (a giant hairy being) residing in one of trees next to our house, putting my aunt-in-law ‘Conceiving’ into hundreds of dollars to fill the mind of a vengeful divorced woman the answers of downfalls on my paternal uncle, Verling and telling ‘Spill-Low’ and ‘Conceiving’ as well not to shower for two days. ‘Macaroni’ even told his eldest bother, my ‘Paw’, not to carry the coffin of his deceased father!

    Story two: Healers

    Healers do not seek profit for their selfless services. They do not make themselves widely know and advertise like religious frauds you see on television or attend during assemblies, masses, gatherings or congregations but keep to themselves among small circles of family and friends.

    This is one true story because ‘Pod’ (my paternal first cousin) had broken his wrist or hand and his mother, my aunt-in-law, ‘Babel’, brought him to a Filipino lady, who put the broken bones back together again.

    Another one of our miracle was when ‘Babel’ brought us to see this same woman. I remember we sat quietly in this slightly darkened living room while she picked up and played with her grandchild from inside the crib or playpen in front of us. There was a wall to our left with the rest of the rooms to our right.

    There appears to be little or no statues or figurines of Christianity typically found in the houses of Filipinos, except for ‘Glogre’ and ‘Macaroni’ who have life-sized statues of Buddha, Saints, Mother and Christ cluttering up their ‘sacred space’ (for showing off no doubt)! There was, however, a small picture showing the head of Jesus looking upward but I cannot recall clearly. It was located above the playpen area.

    So after the woman finished her activity with her grandchild, I thought out loud to myself what was going on and why she was doing this and how long will she take to help ‘Maw’. But I also thought that perhaps she was recharging her batteries prior to doing her healing session with ‘Maw’ on her painful neck.

    I remember the soft spoken woman approach ‘Maw’ from behind as she sat on a chair. ‘Maw’ tried to point to the general painful area but the woman gently but what appears to be somewhat forcefully nudged her hand away; so she could continue ‘scanning’ if you will the affected area and make her call. I may recall some sort of deep breathing prior or during the ‘hilot’.

    After very lightly placing her fingers upon ‘Maw’, she said there is an ‘ipit‘, which in Tagalog means ‘stuck’. What I witnessed was true and I remember clearly how ‘Maw’ did not flinch from the slightest bit of pain when the women cradled her neck upward with both hands and gently back down upon its ‘proper’ place. I do not recall hearing anything. But the result was astounding: ‘Maw’ was able to move her neck pain free!

    We tried to pay our dues but once again, the woman (this true healer) did not and does not accept payment whatsoever. Our thanks will never be forgotten as I enter this sample of ‘God’s grace into this — my weblogs. In the case of the healing frauds, ‘Ben’ told of some neighbors going in into another home and inquired if they had any license and if they profited from their services. Ben said they were caught. But true healers are always a blessing and, well, I’ll leave the opinions and beliefs to the readers of this weblog.

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

  • 20080407-Poor Pariah

    On Saturday evening, my parental units and I ate dinner together with Ben and Myrna, who usually attend the afternoon mass at 05:00PM.  ‘Maw’ and Myrna decided to chat together while ‘Paw’ and I sat in the pew next to them, waiting for the twosome to finish their conversation. Our local church was already cleared of people upon the lights turning off and being locked up for the night by Ben when we saw the smiling priest come and greet us.

    Father Vu will be missed. And later on during the course of our dinner, which was mixed vegetable on top of chow fun drowning in sauce, one whole sole fish, deep fried pork and house fried rice, we learned from Ben why Father Vu sounded so very sad on the 05:00PM mass on Saturday, March 29, 2008. When I heard the priest sing the ‘In Praise of God’ section at the time, his voice was very low and melancholy.

    According to Ben, Father Perata gave Father Vu a recommendation similar to Ben’s gesture of a thumb pointing downward. This meant Father Vu would be transferred out of St. Victor’s Church in San Jose, CA and to another Catholic church locate in Campbell, CA, which is a very old town and mostly white. Father Vu is Vietnamese by the way. I mumbled under my breath full of chow mein: ‘I didn’t know that the white priest is prejudice’.

    I believe politics played a role in this religious organization and blatant discrimination between the whites and Asians has reared it ugly head in our own church. I heard something about the same white priest mentioning to some person(s) about that Asian priest eating from a rice bowl and how that white priest would ‘summon’ another with his right index finger as if the other person was a dog. (The old timers prior to Dr. King’s efforts know what this fingering gesture signifies, I’m sure).

    As mentioned somewhere in my previous blog, Father Perata seems ‘alien’ to me. He would rub his ear and head at times as if tuning in to what I had to ‘say’ while I blasted him during my prayerful moments. One time I slightly startled him as if he recognized me: He winked at me knowingly with his left eye as he handed me the Eucharist one time.

    During the ‘Preparation of the Eucharist’, one disturbing action I sometimes notice is his single jerking motion of the empty cup (prior to the pouring of the wine or water) to remove that napkin thing covering the top of the cup. I would assume he knows something about that ritual with blood drinking for the reptoids from ‘fruit of the vine and work of human hands’ deal.

    I will mention also that he does have barely visible ‘horns’ located on either side of his forehead and just above his eyebrows. I am assuming but noticed on cable programming these features on government officials, television personalities and celebrities alike. (‘Maw’ and I noticed the same ‘horn’s popping out from some of the panels during the Thursday, April 3, 2008 Senate Banking Committee on Capitol Hill).

    Some of us are planning to take Father Vu out for dinner but somehow that would be much later and probably after he is transferred out to his new church. I heard the Vicar called out to me ‘Lyn’ twice while I waited in the lobby for my parental units and a couple, Fred and Rose. I turned around to see him smiling in his white garment.

    I had already visualized this happening earlier this morning as he opened out both his arms to greet me and another moment of time has passed between two souls. To me this symbolizes how some nicer people are booted out for their own good and probably sent far away because some ‘aliens’ cannot stand the energy from good hearted folks, like Father Vu.

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

  • 20080405-Dream Journal

    I awoke around 05:33AM.

    Dream One:

    I dreamt of people underground. There were at least two to three men there in this dimly lit place, which appears to be a bar. In front of me there is a door at the far end which was a wall at first glance.

    I turned around to my right and see a guy sitting at this one bar station. He was hunched over. I noticed his right eye was sewed shut due to some injury. He had a photo of himself with this missing eye in front of him and at the bar. He got up as we heard something approaching from behind us and into this place.

    I turned around again to see this wall become that door again. It had very bright light filtering from behind this closed door. The door opened and we came indoors. The long corridors throughout this facility were filtered in this mixture of bluish and white colors.

    I saw this energy being that appeared to be water. To my dreaming perspective I was in front of it as it was holding the right hand and pulling someone along to its left. I floated in front of them while it continued along the maze of the dimly lit corridors.

    They both came out of this bluish and white colored corridor and into normal light. This energy being then transformed into a female even though I felt it was male. The female looked ‘white’ with very crusty and brownish patches of circle around its eye. It let that person sit somewhere to my right on a bunch of rocks against this rocky wall.

    As my dream continued into the ‘left’ corridors, I see to our front (or my left dreaming perspective) there was another long corridor. I caught a glimpse of horizontal spaceships floating further in ‘front’ and away to take off. I saw some of its engines firing off but wasn’t sure because someone to my left was blocking my view.

    I then made my way down and to the ‘left’ of this corridor to see an female boss overseeing the take of at least two ‘motorcycles’ into the open air. I clearly saw the lacquer finish of black color of these open air motorcycles as well as the blinking light of the docking contraption which ‘fueled’ these motorcycles prior to take off.

    There were females straddled on these motorcycles for these were their vehicles to go to their home planets. One female already took off while the second one I followed and floated to its right. I thought to myself this is what the people at ground level must be seeing as UFO’s.

    This second female stopped in mid-air as she intercepted what appeared to be a dried maple leaf, which floated out of nowhere and into her right hand. She wasn’t supposed to stop in mid-air and I heard the female boss say something along a reprimand but the female continued her flight into space as I floated and followed in front of her.

    Dream Two:

    I dreamt of giving the parakeets a bathe. I had parakeets inside three separate cages. There were small in size as I held one in both hands and stacked the third on top of the left hand side with it tucked under my chin. I made my way upstairs for some reason. But the scene was downstairs.

    I remember hosing down some people at the far end of this wall were the parakeets were normally located but I did not see the sliding door leading to the backyard to the right part of this wall. Instead, I sprayed down this whole room and clearly saw the water falling onto the wooden floors below.

    I was concerned about getting the section where the floors meet the wall soaked as I continued to hose down that far wall. Then I started to wipe down the walls with some towels, nay, and some washcloths. I remember wiping down a wall where the picture frame of ‘Maw’ and here family hung. I removed that as I needed to get around and dry behind this area.

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

  • 20080403-Noticing Numbers

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  • 20080330-Hover Levels

    Okay, I’ve been playing around with my paid CSS upgrade for my current ‘Pool’ theme via WordPress and cannot be satisfied with the layout because I still don’t understand how the different list levels (li, ol and ul) affect the hover mode. I couldn’t get ‘list style type’ for the second level to appear as ‘circle’ but for whatever reason that is the same as the first level as ‘disc’, which are those dark filled in circles to the left of each list item.

    I still cannot figure out the differences between the ‘li’, ‘ol’ and ‘ul’ and how grouping those as ‘li ul li’, ‘ul li’, ‘li ul’, ‘li’ only, ‘ul’ only, or any other combination affect my hover mode. All I know is my final combination ‘li ul li’ works nicely to set the long, horizontal ‘li’ color (I used from the ‘comment form’) apart from my ‘content’ (wrapper or container) background color of ‘pale white blue’ (#CCCCFF).

    Here are some combinations that I didn’t like: With the ‘ul li’ combination, the ‘li’ color is the same color per paragraph and the ‘hover’ color is not shown. With the ‘ul’ alone, the ‘ul’ color appears as the background for the ‘li’ items only. With the ‘li ul’ combination, the ‘li’ color is the same as the ‘hover’ color, with the ‘ul’ color being the spaces in between as the ‘margin’. With the ‘li’ alone, the ‘li’ color is the same as the ‘ul’ color.

    For the header of the sidebar (below), I reduced the ‘letter spacing’ from 0.2em to 0.1em (to keep that the same as the size for the header of my posts and pages) and I matched the background color for both this header and the appearance of the text with a hover color of ‘pale white cyan’ (#CCFFFF). I got the hover color for the ‘li’ of the sidebar (below) from the header to my posts and pages (above), by the way.

    Anyway, y’all may check out the sidebar (below) and look for other changes that I may have not yet mentioned but will later if I’m not too lazy to blog. The whole day was clear blue skies after some fluffy, puffy white clouds — I took some photos but will upload to my Flickr.com account. I did sleep well in during the ‘prana dip’ in the mid-afternoon over the past few days, too.

    At around 04:33PM, the ‘Satanist’ marked my intersection, took off like a scared chicken and fill the air with burning rubber, which was blown away southward by the fresh winds. He came back a few minutes later because I ‘summoned’ him. If he really wanted to meet or visit me he could have rang the doorbell to my parents home. Chickens! Puck! Puck! Puck!

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

  • 20080329-Flynn’s Epitaph

    Oh my gawd! I’ve done and made more of myself as funny as a fool. I’ve renamed the title of my ‘Home’ page to reflect my epitaph: ‘In memory of FürInDuh-San: Laughed out loud and died from fun!‘ This appears as the title on top of my ‘static’ (or front) page for those coming into the main webpage; since the header section to my ‘Blog name’, ‘Flynn’s Blog‘ does not contain the element for the ‘Tagline’, which is my epitaph.

    So I noticed that the upper left hand corner for the Windows Internet Explorer spells out my epitaph, as well as the other pages, except for ‘Recent posts’, which merely spells out my ‘Blog name’. But this is in ‘Preview’ mode while logged into my account. I’ll have to test to see exactly how my epitaph would appear to the public readers.

    It makes more sense to remove the duplication of the word ‘Home’ as the title from my ‘static’ (or ‘Front page’), which already says ‘Home Sweet Home!’ in the body. The redundancy is already obvious from the word definitions found for the ‘Help’ and ‘FAQ’ pages. The other pages, ‘Stats’, ‘About me’, ‘Contact me’, ‘Contents’, and ‘Site map’ are self explanatory.

    I think this newest theme, ‘Pool’, is a keeper. As I mentioned in my previous blogs, I keep saying that I like the current theme despite some imperfections I keep seeing and end up finding something better. So hopefully, I’ll be a happy camper this time and let my blogging begin once again without interruption.

    The only slight drawback was the reduction of the font size to the ‘header 2’ from 1.5em to 1.2em in order to accommodate my long epitaph. This made the rest of the titles for the posts and pages appear smaller, which is fine for now even thought I really like the titles to come out larger than the rest of the body.

    Addendum on 03/29/2008 at 11:11AM: Okay, I’ve restored the original title of ‘Home’ to my ‘static’ (or ‘Front page’). Instead, I uploaded a .jpg image of my epitaph and set that as a background position of 10% (from the left) and 90% (from the top). The image is blurry but that’s the compromise for the lack of a ‘description’ that I sort of needed to commemorate ‘moi’.

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

  • 20080326-Noticing Numbers

    Here are more synchronous events on Wednesday, 03/26/2007. Pete called me on my cellphone at 03:11PM. He has been phoning me around the 0:33 minutes for codes, which I really do not understand the importance. The bottom-line line: The seeing is the believing. And until the manifestation is materialized all his is hot air is blowing emptiness into my ear holes.

    Further, y’all will see more double digits like 11, 22, 33, 44 and 55. The number 55 appeared twice on Wednesday. At 07:55PM, a ‘Satanist’ in a black sports car with darkly tinted windows marked my intersection by forming at least two clockwise circles with his rubber tires. (Another similar event involves an ‘Asian’ driving in a blue sedan. Some people are superstitious).

    Anyway, after hearing the noises from the likes of these demon-seeds, I peeped out the front window, memorized the image of the black vehicle, sent a blast inside the cabin and saw Maw walking over to open the front door. I pulled Maw inside and close the door to avoid the rubber smoke from entering the house and told her: ‘What’s wrong with you?’

    Of course she got made at me for making these ‘wrong’ comments because she herself does the same to me. I know I shouldn’t be so mean to the elders but some thick-headed people don’t know how to take a joke, which is essentially supposed to reduce stress and improve the overall sense of well being with the production of the much needed serotonin by the big brain of people laughing out loud.

    We went back to exercising until 08:00AM, ate out dinner until 08:30 and received a phone call from a guy from the Gallup Poll around 08:33PM. I answered the phone but Maw got the opportunity to answer a series of questions about Santa Clara, the greater area of San Benito county and some other place I forgot.

    The speaker phone was turned up so I could hear everything the caller said and partly participate as a snickering ‘jerk’ in the background. I coached Maw by flagging to her my responses ranging from 1 for the least and 5 for the most as a ‘feeling’ and not thought to each inquiry. I was laughing softly but barely loud enough for the guy to hear after Maw tongues out her humor after each of her answers.

    The questions ranged from demographic profiling of inviting outsiders to the areas mentioned for different race and sexual orientation, political activities of volunteering, attending meetings and voting, participation of friendly neighbors and finding out how often people greet and talk to each other, prospects of job and health, amenities of hiking trails, schools and restaurants, safety of walking outdoors at night and police activities to profiling the receiver of the questionnaires, like gender, age, annual income and RACIAL ETHNICITY, which Maw responded as Filipino.

    I got loud when the guy said, ‘Asian’. I screamed loudly, ‘NO’! Because this means y’all like to pigeonhole anyone from that region with cultural attributes that doesn’t mean a thing to me. Anyway, Maw was slick enough to let the guy know throughout the questionnaire to put whatever best fit her answer but he wanted to ‘hear’ from her instead.

    The other answer one the guy didn’t mention was: ‘I don’t know’. This is valid, by the way. Maw told the guy she was getting tired, wondered how much longer the questionnaire would be, got mad at how they got our UNLISTED phone number. I told her the likes of the Homeland Security Abomination likes to mess with people. But we were laughing afterward because our answers help the area and won’t mean squat to TPTB. The call ended around 08:55AM.

    Let’s see: That morning a highway patrol pulled from his parked location to the right of northbound HWY 101, which was just ahead of the in-ramp exit of De La Cruz Blvd. I picked my boogers and saw a very tall, dirty black truck pull in front of me, blocking my view of the patrol car in front. I mouthed my ‘Thank you’ to the female driver, of course.

    So there you have some samples of my strange events. There were more unrecorded syncs but those didn’t matter as much other than noticing more people walking their dogs in and around my neighborhood, more double digit codes and more intersections of automobiles as I drive merrily along while minding my own business.

    Copyright © FVDF. All rights reserved.

  • 20080324-Annoying Synchs

    Duh! For the past few weeks, nay, some years now, there have been MAJOR synchronicity occurring that others would not care to notice. My previous blogs have already recorded some of these events while there times I choose not to enter into my weblog because I’ve gotten used to these minor tests of wills and my effect to think positive no matter how annoying the circumstances.

    Most of the time these syncs would be on the road while driving and upon the intersection of said events ‘stranded’ drivers would suddenly hop in their cars, signal their intention to pulling from their parked location, would open up the trunk and ‘pretending’ to do something from the back end. Public workers would move, place or remove the orange-colored, plastic cones of the streets.

    Today, I had flicked off some rude driver that wasn’t courteous enough to let me through the far right lane after the two left lanes where blocked off by the police due to some accident that was already cleared at a small intersection. To the dismay of Paw and to the horror of Maw, I will never change as I continue to subtly flick off these annoying syncs.

    Anyway, I would notice double digit codes from the clocks while going about my normal daily activities. This includes the time speeches began and ended while watching politicians, for example, on televised programmings, some of which contain hidden messages. I like to play word associations and image clues being found somewhere within the ticker running along the bottom of the screen, too.

    I would assume these syncs were addressed to me. Yesterday, a certified financial planner (or CFP) whose last name happens to be my nickname appeared on CNN in the morning. Two previous guests had last names similar to my nickname, by the way. Also, my recent blog has take on lots of pastel colors of pink, blue and purple – some of which could be seen on the wardrobe of television personalities.

    Like James Carville (who wore a pink shirt and a purple tie with pink dots) and his public blast about the traitor, Bill Richardson’s endorsement to the racist, Obama Barack, I prefer to stay loyal and ‘stand by [my] man’. But as a friend (whom I ‘found’ to be straightforward and honest but buckteeth ugly) told me once, he didn’t trust anyone, including Pete!

    With my eyes and ears wide open, my lips zipped and my trap shut, my challenge of a lifetime is to learn how to overcome my lack of trust in people around me (including the people I ‘love’ [puking] and my lukewarm of faith in an invisible and deaf God, who doesn’t seem to answer prayers for all the selfish reasons, keeping people like ever hopeful.

    Until the horse’s mouth whines about the long winded and overdue delays and until the cows come mooing home from their range after feeding and pooping, I could choose one of many paths that would make news headlines. At 11:11PM, I had a major flickering of my viewable light, not the light bulb failing, but a signaling to my mind that I should not point fingers or call names of any person.

    This, like being a ‘SLIder‘ of all sorts, is one of many synchronicity that continue all around me. And I’ll take this as a signal that I’ll leave up to those who know better than me. Whoever or whatever that or those entities may happen to be, I will never know as I remain oblivious to the outwards obvious signs, such as heart-shaped messages of love. Fine! Then I believe all is well!

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