En route to OSH this afternoon, I followed a truck with CA license plate ending in 522 before turning right on Capitol Avenue. That was after the truck suddenly took off from its parked position from the right where the park is located and then in front of us.
Then before I turned left on Alum Rock, I was stopped behind a truck with a CA license plate ending in 255: That’s the reverse number of first set of numbers.
After shopping in OSH today, the change came out to be $12.33!
So I’m reading a thread on “gangstalking”. It just so happened it’s true, 24/7. For example, tonight’s evening mass was supposed to be normal. We were sitting at the second pew at the back of the front right pew section facing forward and near the side door.
Lo and behold, I heard and smell two anomalies sit directly behind us! Upon their arrival, I heard the shorter Mexicana sit down, heaving heavily with each breath. That took a few minutes before mass started.
What annoyed me was her husband sitting to her right. He smelled like beer the whole time. The odor reeked and I had to fan myself (obviously and rudely) with the “Entrance Song” and “daily companion”.
Plus, he kept clearing his throat when he got up and sat down. I had my hearing aid on and the sound was much more amplified. I really wanted to knock his face in but my imagination only entertained me.
I’m really getting annoyed at these daily occurrences. Again, I’ve chopped off their heads with my imaginary samurai (or long) sword. It’s almost like the Satanic “network” got nothing else to do with their existence, except continue to monitor their intended target: moi.
At 11:51am on 7/14 yesterday, we were stopped behind a blue colored Infiniti with a CA license plate number ending in “666”.
At 8:47am on 7/12, Paw’s Mazda Protoge showed an odometer reading of 35,666.
At 13:16 on 6/26, my Ford Mustand showed the readins of 71,611 (odometer) and 322.2 (speedometer).
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Today’s morning had lots of gray clouds in the skies, just like yesterday. And like yesterday, the fog cleared to reveal beautiful weather. Today sported some fluffy puffy clouds of white. Both days have been wonderfully cool with breezes moving trees and its branches. Perhaps the etheric winds were singing praises of happiness and joy.
Overall, the energy level has been lighter. The sun light has been brighter but not hurtful to the eyes. I’ve been thinking about the “gifts” and thereby boosting the crystal workers anonymously (as if y’all don’t already know)!
After seeing to Maw’s need and while she slept for the past 30 minutes or so, I reviewed my reader and saw a feed about compassion. Of course I took action without thinking again, even though I damn well can’t move on with my life without employment or some form of income. I know it is never enough, ever! So that is my calling, I guess as I sensed for a couple of days now.
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For the past couple of days, I was thinking of Mumbaho in the Philippines and this morning there was a bomb killing people in Mumbai in India. My thoughts confused both places because they look and sound similar.
Anyway, Shill’s older clone helped to hide the father of her sister-in-law in the hometown of Mumbaho, PI. He was baby sitting a little girl, one of Babel’s friend. The girl told the mother the old fart was hurting her. The cops were after the criminal who passed away long ago.
Maw knocks on wood that Babel’s son, a doctor, won’t inherit the trait of molestation. See? I know crap and how justice is not served in America.
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I actually care about getting my money back from TPTB and pals because most of it belongs to my parents by their own hard work and retirement funds. Without their faith in God, they too would have depended on their two ungrateful children for health expenses in their old age.
I owe my parents more than $500,000: for $480,000 free lodging since 18 years old; for food and clothing; for health expenses of $10,000 metal teeth braces and $16,000 hearing aid; for automobile expenses of car maintenance and repairs; for $40,000 in credit card expenses and for other emergency and non-emergency services.
So you see, while they follow the path of righteousness, the reason why I didn’t go after the “gifted folks” is because they too have a choice to make: to follow the correct path to God. If you want that favored GOP to win, so be it because that groups still owes moi.
The current POTUS served well but the angry people don’t seem to “see” that now. I await your return.
I see hearts… Hearts see me… Used to have lots of hearts… See my hearts… Hearts for thee…
After another late night activity trolling on an OPEN forum discussion board (on threads about marijuana and other conspiracy) and replying to comments made by a non-spamming “human”, I went to bed around 1:00am.
At 1:09, I heard a LOUD, single pop on the wall, near my closet and over my right side at the foot my bed. At 1:27am, I heard yet another LOUD, single pop on the wall, near my bedroom window and over the left side at the head of my bed.
I had asked for healing of this instrument, namely moi. The second pop occurred upon my thought of the “Creator”.
A couple of days ago, I saw that I needed to vacuum an area run at the door leading to the garage. The rug is near the washing machine. For whatever reason, I vacuumed three times there and it was a place I normally don’t bother because Paw takes care of the downstairs. As I continued vacuuming the nearby flooring and other remnant rugs, I saw a needle on the floor.
Mysteriously, it was the same needle that Maw had missing a few minutes ago. Apparently, she was praying to St. Anthony and many times in the past her missing objects would “materialize” near the original locations. And it so happened that I was the one “sent” to help the old timer (with her bad vision after the eye doctor removed the cataracts and replaced it with plastic) locate her needle.
That’s what inner guidance means. It works by prompting actions and thoughts — the God within. Call it co-incidence or synchronicity.
So when you have a VERY brief inspiration or unusual thought or have the urge to do something WITHOUT thinking — that’s God working through you — an instrument of peace.
That’s why prayer is important. That’s why don’t expect answers because it’s already smack damn underneath your nose or in front of your face.
Just being available and flowing shall occur or not, depending on your circumstances and sincerity.
I noticed Casey Anthony was wearing a yellow-colored shirt yesterday. The color yellow is supposed to be the color of the golden sun. Today for the 4th of July she wore a striped shirt. For whatever reason, my thoughts wondered yesterday if she would wear a stiped shirt. And sure enough, she did.
So, I guess she was intentionally “propped” up to show the world that our kangaroo court system still works. For all I know the child might have been a “prop”. This could explain why Casey said the child is still “alive” somewhere and not meant to mislead the cops or investigators.
Based on my “feelings” thus far and from what I’ve watched on cable programming, the case may be circumstantial at best because there is little to no evidence to show she intended to abuse or kill the child. Even my grand-uncle, who is supposed to be “lawyer” in the Philippines, said the OJ Simpson case was circumstantial. But karma would have it that OJ’s “sins” would later come back to haunt him in another trial.
The three forensic experts gave weird testimonies and the anthropologist was a newbie.
Her emotions does not prove if she cared or not.
Her silence or not testifying does not prove she is guilty.
At 10:33pm, I heard the low rumbling hum of my, err, watchers rolling by in their vehicle and at the same time the sounds of fireworks mysteriously but temporarily ceased. All you have to do is read my blog. I’m sure the SJPD would have gotten some nice revenue from citing these “fun-seeking” morons, who are probably unemployed and still living with their parents.