At 9:21am, we were finished eating breakfast at McD off Old Oakland Rd. I saw the dashboard of Paw’s Mazda Protoge read as: 36,111 (odometer).
We saw three and then two homeless people talking off the seating areas outdoors. One looked like a tall, black woman with Asian eyes. She was smoking cigarettes and laughing with a shorter man, who was wearing a dark-colored, hooded sweater, which read on the back as “LOCAL 333 – SAN JOSE”.
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Here are two photos showing the bar-be-quing of eggplants. One purple eggplant is in the shape of a dolphin.
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Yesterday while cleaning, I saw two hearts in the cement of our front porch. Here is the photo showing two separate heart shapes.
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On August 30, 2011 at 3:33 PM, I replied to a “dream blog”. The time on my personal computer reads at 2:37pm right now.
On August 27, 2011 at 7:16 PM, my dashboard read as 71,800 (odometer) and 511.0 (speedometer).
At 4:42pm, I commented on a “dream blog.
At 4:33pm, I sat down to slab on my skin some Coconut Body Butter with Community Trade organic virgin coconut oil for Normal/dry skin by “The Body Shop”.
At 4:07pm, Maw and I ate a Slow Churned® Ice Cream “Coconut Pineapple Limited Edition (May-Aug) New!” by Dreyer’s.
At 4:00pm, the three of us completed cleaning for the day.
After eating breakfast, Paw did most of the vacuuming the walls with Maw helping to dust his furniture; while I ironed yesterday’s wash of covers for two leather sofas and my upright piano by Kimball. After lunch, Maw and I soaped and wash four screens from the windows downstairs. We also soaped and wiped down the windows and the sliding door leading to the back yard. Then the three of us soaped and washed four pieces of sailboat material of green color for the patio.
There was a hornet’s (or yellow jacket’s) nest in the corner. Thank goodness the old timers didn’t destroy the colony and the little eggs growing inside. Maw killed two big black spiders. I wonder if they are the food for the blue jay who was screeching a warning to me as I tried to sweep up dried leaves upon the ginger rocks with my almighty “walis” (or a Filipino word for a make-shift broom made out of dried reed twigs).
Of course, the divorced nutter was listening and working quietly next door to us while Maw and I scolded each other LOUDLY during this warm day of crispy clear blue skies with some cool breeze to help dried our work faster. That parakeets got scared from our activities and got quiet when we lowered the four coverings to the patio. After we put those up, they made noise as usual as if morning suddenly started all over again.
Here is an image showing a small, plastic white heart. I found it on the inside of my car where the driver’s door opens. But I picked it up and stuck to my fingers from electromagnetic charge/static. So I placed it back but took a photo of it upside down, its original position.
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The dashboard for the MB E430 showed 40,144 prior to leaving the garage this morning.
While laying in bed for the night, I added ten (10) days to Obama’s birthday to August 23, 2011 and came up with 33, a double-digit number.
And people wonder why man-made, err, acts of “God”, err, natural disasters of earthquake around the East Coast has occurred, why there is still the Libyan wars and pals underways and why Obama didn’t seem to “speech” about his concern or to “offer” his praise and sympathy these Satanic rituals, err, synchronous events.
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At 12:22pm, I received a phone call from 650-799-xxxx, thinking that it’s from my ‘head hunter’ from San Mateo, CA; so I could at least work a temp job because the fat bastard and his Moronic friends, haven’t called back or speed up things, respectively.
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Right, that’s another spook/gang stalking activity to “see” if I’m answering my phone call. Whatever.
Since the morning of Saturday, the morning winds have been blowing VERY strong. It came mostly from the south! Usually the winds blow from the north! That day was amazingly crispy and clear. But Sunday morning was cloud and cold. But the winds continued to blow from the south until later on that afternoon when I “meditated”
And I know why the etheric winds were blowing so strangely! All you have to do is “make someone happy”. And you too could feel the absolute love in the air!
In a rare event of the Flynn’s life, I have decided to rest on the cement in our backyard. The winds were blowing cold and my usual mid-afternoon “prana” needed to be recharged. So I grabbed an old “beach towel” of faded yellow from the linen closet upstairs and two pillows (one of barley husk for my head and one of foam for underneath my lower extremities).
Of course, Maw was the wise one and told me to blow the dust off the cement. I did and there was LOTS of fine dust, probably from the construction of laying fresh asphalt on the streets just north of us.
I laid myself near the parakeets, who were enjoying the cool breeze, too. From around 3:00pm to 3:25pm, I relaxed and tried to go to sleep. I didn’t feel much pain on my back except some discomfort from the left hip bone area. I re-adjusted my spine with the sounds of snap, crackle and pop and felt the upper back bone curve slightly into the cement. Hopefully, this position would push back the curvature in place.
Besides the faint smell of tar and feeling the cold wind getter colder (as I didn’t wear any vest jacket to keep my torso warm), I found a comfortable position by laying my arms stretch out from downward, much like you would in paintings of those standing with palms facing the viewer. The stretch of different muscle fibers was new, too.
Of course, I expected to connect to the earth and etheric winds. I initially felt a few quick jolts and then felt the rumbling of an imagined ground movement. Then as I concentrated, I saw through my closed eyelids, three distinct colors of light pink, yellow and light blue in concentric circles, respectively. That was refreshing, too.
The winds would pick up tremendously as I continued what seemed to be only a five to ten minute *excessive exercise. For you see, during my relaxed and/or dream state, I am well “aware” and do “sense” that the perspective of time is “compressed”. Upon “waking up”, the actual time in “reality” is twice the length of unconsciouness (or twenty minutes).
I want to try camping outdoors for once, now that my system has gotten used to pain thresholds of nothingness. For whatever reason, the pain doesn’t register as much except in the mind. I hope that’s not “bad”.
*Addendum: Last edited by FLYNN on 20110822 at 07:44:40 AM UTC. This is a fine example of being a TI. Where the words and thoughts try to form but the outcome results in error.
Here is tonight’s double digit numbers:
At 21:11pm tonight, I received a text message showing a cyclist holding up his “race” number 1022.
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According to the MSM and prior to 15:00pm, the Libyan rebels allegedly “took over” the capital city of Tripoli. The “Green/Martyr’s Square” seems similar to “Tienanmen Square” of Beijng, China, where lives, of course, are always expected to be lost during the uprising for freedom of the serfs, err, subjects, I meant, citizens.
While ironing Maw’s pillow cases and two “duster” gowns, a thought occurred to my wee mind. Remember the Lockerbie bombing of Pan Am Flight 103 on Wednesday 21 December 1988? Well, if the cahoots wanted to take down the cad, they could have done so long ago.
But instead, NATO (which is “really” America) and pals “helped” the rebels so that it would appear that the Libyan people were “empowered” enough to oust a dictator-like buffoon who dressed funny but took care of his “people” with free government benefits/entitlement/ goodies/hand-outs.
This event would similar to other “empowerment”, such as “voting rights”, to us Americans during the elections of our POTUS (or President of the United States).
Nay, you can’t fool me. That Sunday would have been “Day 1” for the “Libyan” people but the event co-coincided with Monday, 2011 of August 22, which is a double-digit number!
As for the whereabouts of Qaddafi, he is/being “well taken cared of”, just like Hussein (not to be confused with Obama) and is alive, not dead. I bet y’all didn’t know that, eh?
Wake up fools! Can you smell it? It is the smell of sulfur that is “El Diablo” and the vomit of deception to the worldwide community via MSM and pals.
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