So after the spook left the scene northbound on MY long stretch of road at around 2:08am this morning, I relaxed enough to feel “shift” in my heart chakra upon which I sent out my loving thoughts to team orgasm and pals. The energy wave could be felt (or imagine because I was too sleepy) leaving sideways and outwards. And I kept that up for a few seconds until I fell asleep.
Tag: paranormal
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20110409-Dream Journal
I had awaken and Maw recounted a beautiful dream. After using the toilet, gathering my notepad and pen and sitting down, I played Sigmund Freud and took two pages of scribbled notes on an ordinary “steno” notepad.
In one dream she saw someone — an old man — who stole Junior’s clothes. She chased him out of the house and when she returned she saw the same guy. She chased him out of the house but up the stairs she saw guys with guns. She thought to herself that they must be thugs. But she was told that its their fight and the are to be left alone because they are just doing their business.
In the second dream she was walking outdoors with Paw and me. The bridge was well lighted. We went down the bridge and Maw was the first to notice something in the skies among the clouds. She saw a visible craft, much like a UFO, but shaped like an ordinary crucifix. When she turned to tell us and then looked back up at the object in the skies, she saw the face of the crucified one looking down at everyone below.
I then told her let’s pray and ask forgiveness of our sines and salvation of our souls. I then told her let’s pray with our arms outstretch and lying down. (Here I didn’t ask her if we faced down or on our backs. But after our session at 8:52am per my watch or 8:49am per my atomic clock, she again described the event with the usual outstretched arms and her gaze looking forward and down).
*When she looked up, the clouds had dissipated. No one else noticed. She wasn’t sure if Paw had knelt.
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*Addendum: Last edited by FLYNN on 20110409 at 16:14:28 PM UTC.
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20110407-Noticing Numbers
I’ve received an email on Thu, Apr 7, 2011 at 6:22 PM. And the initials are from a “BJB”. The fonts are super-large. Right there it looks suspicious and because my “real first name” is in bold letters. And towards the bottom half, the “full first name” appears as the last name of “my family”. The prefix of the phone number looks familiar. I guess I should call the spooks up and find out: “What’s up?” It has been awhile and I wonder why they haven’t called to update me on a couple of status.
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Bye, Bye Binky
At 10:55am, Binky the parakeet flew away. Paw was bringing out one of four vertical electrical fan outdoors for me to clean with an air compressor, when suddenly Binky got spooked and SCOOTED through the opening of the back screen door! My back was to Paw as I faced the shared fence of the neighbor. I saw how she went straight ahead towards that high wooden fence, hanged right along the length and towards Shrimpsei’s CB, up and over the fence and southward to her destiny.
She will be missed.
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For the past few days, she has been easily spooked. Her eyes would be wide opened enough so that the black ring around her eye would show up. Maw had discovered the missing bird a couple of hours ago. Paw was cleaning the toilet upstairs when I broke the news to him. *Paw had said: “She was not happy in the cage.”
Even the boy who came for lunch around 12:57pm didn’t notice the busy bird. That goes to show how his mind doesn’t care, so much so that he doesn’t care to tell his wife out sentiments of her “soft tyranny” and plain disregard for our Filipino tradition.
*On 4/9/2011 evening during dinner, Maw had said: “I had a feeling she would fly away. She keeps getting lost upstairs, even if that lace material over the stairways didn’t work.”
Her nose (or cere) is dark brown and raised outward almost too horizontally forwards. She is speckled of light green and mostly yellow. She is a striking resemblance of the late TC (or TechCu), her grandmother. For whatever reason, Bully-Boy kept landing on a wooden frame and bowing to an old photo of two parakeets kissing — Big Budgy and Persimmon (or Percy). I guess Percy (Binky’s grandfather) wanted her to come along to heaven.
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*Addendum: Last edited by FLYNN on 20110408 at 04:18:06 AM UTC. Draft saved at 8:09:33 am (on 04/10/2011).
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20110406-Noticing Numbers
From exactly 7:44pm to 7:47:22pm tonight, President Obama failed to give us the result(s) of the meeting with John Boehner (R-House Speaker) and Harry Reid (D-Nevada). Shut-down the government as planned and cut the spending, starting with the military. Bring them home and let the extremists, the rebels and pals fight their own wars and kill each other for all we care. That’s what they have been doing for a long time to their own people. Why should “outsiders” fix their problems?
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20110404-Noticing Numbers
While scanning and archiving some old receipts (yes, I kept those due to my hoarding), I just discovered a fourth clue as to how far and wide the influence of TPTB and pals can be. It is a receipt dated September 11, 1998. “Bill” the German alcoholic helped me open a Post Office box with a number beginning with eleven.
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20110402-Noticing Numbers
After attending this evening’s prayer for the honors in downtown San Jose, CA, we were stopped behind a small white car with a CA license plate number ending in 133. For the second stop, the time was 7:33pm. A couple of double digits in number one (from other CA license plate numbers) appeared when Maw and I were shopping for veggies.
She wanted to cook squash, okra, and eggplant together with her meat stuff (as usual). While looking for her fried shrimp in a bottle in the section where the bottles of Bagoong Guisado are located, I noticed that the temperature gauge read 33 degree Fahrenheit. The temperature gauge a couple of sections to the right read 39 degree Fahrenheit.
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20110402-More Spooks
This evening, we attended a religious event for the “Prelate of Honor“. I had Shrimpsei’s OtterBox buzzing away in my black, leather handbag, which was much heavier since I carried my digital camera and two small bottled water in case we gagged from the stuffy air.
In front of me sat four “white people”. The second woman from the left was as tall as the fourth man from the right. She had on a textured blue jacket. The tall woman left at around 6:15pm and returned to her seat at 6:25pm. She had at least one noticeable facial bump on her face. I “sensed” that perhaps the frequency of this orgone device was not comfortable for her.
The tall man had a facial coloration of DEEP “tanned” red. The Bishop actually waved quite profusely at this guy en route to the exit after the conferral. The OtterBox was directly underneath the chair of the VERY doughy-armed wife, who sat to the left of her “red-faced” husband. There were other “white men” with deep red coloration to their facial skin. Most of them are active in the “Knights of Columbus”.
The Bishop kept fiddling with his long “necklace” hanging down the front of his chest. During the homily, I can’t help but stare at his shiny, bald forehead. My mind created a long-necked Grey overlaying the guy. The eyes and head would cover the entire forehead, the long neck would terminate below the chin and the rest was a blur. I really did see a “shifting” through both my squinted eyes.
The OtterBox of buzzing away in my HEAVY handbag the whole time. While closing my eyes during several quick meditations, I was “claiming” that area back to “God”. So I talked to any and all the connected “grid” to this place and prayed for clearing and balancing. Lo and behold! Upon exiting the Cathedral, I did notice how the gray cloudiness of MY CITY has been CLEARED as far as the eyes can see, except some fluffy, puffy gray clouds south of Mt. Hamilton.
But Maw doesn’t believe me as I tried to explain the correlation between orgone and nice weather while walking back from the Cathedral to the Fairmont Hotel parking garage. Paw neither seemed to care what I had said or to understand much nowadays. The sunshine was hiding behind lots of overcast as gray clouds when I had taken the photo with the priest earlier that evening, by the way, and it had come out after I took the two photos – one showing Paw and him shaking hands and then the three of them posing for MY camera.
P.S. There were two, dark-skinned “Asian” nuns sitting directly behind me. They were wearing dark, navy blue outfits. I didn’t sense anything about them.
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Prelate of Honor
The three of us attended an “Evening Prayer For The Conferral of Ecclesiastical Honors” on April 2, 2011 at the “Cathedral Basilica Of Saint Joseph – Diocese of San Jose, CA”.
Chaplains To His Holiness:
- Monsignor Jeronimo Gutierrez
- Monsignor Wilfredo S. Manrique
- Monsignor Hien Minh Nguyen
- Monsignor Eugene Patrick O’Donnell
- Monsignor Francisco David Rios
Prelate of Honor:
- Monsignor Stephen F. Perata
Bishop of San Jose:
- Most Reverend Patrick J. McGrath
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The three of us left at 4:33pm. We parked at the Fremont Hotel garage (P1) and were undecided where to get out and pressed the “L” button, which lead us to the lobby of the hotel.After asking which way to the Cathedral, we found ourselves inside the building and meeting the droopy-eyed parishioner, who kindly lead us to the restroom, which is an entrance way to the Loyal Hall where we had our reception after the conferral.
As we emerged from the alleyway towards the front of the Cathedral, we saw Father Perata come in from the side gate. He talked with my parents and I took their picture together. He then blessed us with his right hand and I thought he forgot me. He said to me: “You’re just bashful.” “Yeah you know me.” I replied. In response, he said something to me about: “Old “deadpan“.
Monsignor Stephen F. Perata posing with my parents at the Cathedral Basilica of Saint Joseph (San Jose, CA). After retrieving two small bottled water from Paw’s Mazda Protege, I had to sit away from my parents because the Chinese lady who ALWAYS coughs during weekday morning masses managed to grab my chair. I had to sit next to a Filipina friend of an couple who is “active” politically.
My “saved seat” was fifth chair from the middle-most aisle of the Cathedral. It was the fourth row nearest the recessed display of the crucified “Christ” and crew. I was wearing a WARM fuzzy, purple-colored, turtle neck, short-sleeved sweater. I had to take off my THICKER, acrylic sweater.
From exactly 6:00pm to around 6:35pm, the celebration was mostly singing in the Hispanic flavor that is San Jose. It happens to be the 30th Anniversary of the Cathedral (1981 – 2011).
P.S. I didn’t know how to use the garage ticket. and after a couple of attempts of swiping both the ticket and my card into the exit machine, we figured out how to use the PAY MACHINE near the elevators with cash for
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20110411-Noticing Numbers
At 19:33pm on 4/1/11, Maw’s blood glucose level read as 133. That’s two sets of a double-digit of the number three and one set of triple-digit of the number one.
Addendum: Last edited by FLYNN on 20110402 at 04:09:31 AM UTC. I didn’t notice yesterday evening after coming home from work. But this morning my car dashboard showed 71555 (odometer) and 8666 (speedometer).
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20110401-More Spooks
Well after trying to “audit” for one missing item, I finally found it at around 6:14pm tonight.
Here is my third clue as to how far and wide the TPTB and pals can be influential:
My former hiring manager (who is known to be a womanizer) of my REAL, higher paying, full-time job “Sent” me an email on “Wednesday, February 05, 2003 12:44PM”. The Subject was “Performance” and the Importance was “High”. He said in the body of the email:
“Let’s discuss on Thursday Feb 13 during lunch.”
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I got hired after three months probation as a temporary worker around that time. I had interviewed with him in only a couple of minutes and he “loved” me more than you fools in Silicon Valley will ever know. Yes. I did keep copies of his Yahoo! Messenger, Yahoo! Greeting and company emails. It’s just another slap in my face. I guess that’s how “blood relatives” treat each other. He is a Muslim by the way and is now divorced from his Filipino wife. I know these things because “it’s a small world after all.”
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20110401-Noticing Numbers
While archiving yesterday’s scanned copies, I realized that the “bad guys” that I’ve met online and chatted with via Yahoo! Messengers are none other than TPTB and pals
Sometime a few days ago, the first clue was on my hand written note approximately August 21, 2000. The NZ Aircraft was a number 733. The “Total Flight Time” was 1 hour 11 minutes from LAX.
At 1:04pm today, I saw my second clue. It was an email dated 9/8/98 at 12:12AM. The guy wrote: “At Your Service… Bill”.
My archives were screaming these double and triple digit numbers for the past decade and it was only this year that I’m taking a hint, seriously.
Wow! I’m so friggin’ slow!