Why don’t I understand the complexity of human behavior? This is because I neglected to go out and interact with enough weirdos. Furthermore, these weirdos include my co-workers. There were two meetings that point to many ‘white rabbits,’ who show me further that reality is not the same for each person.
One meeting was driven by a manager by the name of ‘Tin McNaughty’ regarding cash applications in China. He kept mentioning the word ‘Monarch’ and he glanced at me each time. I knew what he meant through his intellectual babblings. I was visibly pissed (via my face and crossed arms over my chest, of course) for being volunteered unexpectedly to attend this stupid meeting.
Another meeting was driven by a manger by the name of ‘Miracle Back’ regarding the new credit card system to be effective next February 2007. He mentioned ‘sacrificing the first born’ and he glanced at me. I knew what he meant through his air of confidence. This was yet another stupid meeting that allowed me to ‘show face’ (of piss, as usual).
When I liberally utilize the word ‘aliens’ in my blogs, this includes weirdos too. My watcher by association at work should realize this company is crawling with critters and he should not read too much into my blogs. This explains why he could argue well and fearlessly at our current lead because he too senses something is amiss.
But this is the current system at this company and perhaps our lead is told to be annoying. And as any hardworking slave like myself, he should realize that being well behaved and conforming to business standards (but not necessarily agreeing or nice at all times with people at this company or any company for that matter), is part of the survival or ‘self-preserving.’
As mentioned in my prior blogs, money allows for basic needs (food, clothing and shelter). Anything else beyond these ‘self-preserving’ needs require hard work towards debt. Anything else below these basic needs require much help without repayment of debt.
Furthermore, some critters away from work are considered ‘aliens’ to me, at least. I would sometimes get similar statements from strangers that ‘[You] are different from everyone else.’ I do not understand what this means and assume that my reality differs from everyone else.
Sometimes, I feel as if I’m talking to a brick wall for those who have not experienced my weird events. This is because not many ‘aliens’ would reveal themselves to fearful and stupid people. Those that understand with much love for any difference would be tagged for life.
I do not claim to have lots o’ love and have been battling with my darker side (as expressed via my blogs by complaining about other people and my shortcomings). Noone is perfect, of course, and this is part of any learning process.
I have seen different forms, which I would take as evidence and sometimes without the necessary photos to provide to the people their ‘proof.’ We are each aliens in the way we present ourselves to each other, by the way.
For example, people at my current work think I’m a fluffy ‘beach’. I hate them all after discovering how stupid they are for not realizing that I was my own department and for not having all the answers to their stupid questions about basic A/R processes and procedures. Who wouldn’t get pissed?
Now for those who do not believe in ‘aliens,’ they are free to believe in eternal love and unity of oneness. For this side of the game, aliens, weirdos and normal folks are one and the same. And love, once again as expressed in my now deleted blogs, take different forms or vibrations – both good and bad.
However, there are those who believe that one body is all they have and that is the end of their existence. Some bodies have nubs as tails or real tails, by the way. There are those who do not have dreams but endless nightmares that continue to spiral out of control.
Whichever ‘white rabbit’ one happens to follow, one needs only question the reality of their chosen paths – or parallel lives with doppelgangers of all sorts. I happen to look like someone with head covering. This photo shows ‘me’ holding a boy (perhaps ‘my’ child) in ‘my’ right arm. This appears as a small, blurred photo on a government website.
Others will follow as copy cats; while others play the role of skeptics and laugh at the crazed people reporting their weird experiences. There are many layers upon layers and boxes within boxes that our limited minds could possibly comprehend.
P.S. My watchers continue to pull out from their parked locations upon my arrival. They have the choice to do their jobs well or not. Either way is fine.
P.S.1 OMG! The link to this particular blog has been assigned the number 666! I told you this is one of those weird events. Wake up people!
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