Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: paranormal

  • Hugging Aura

    Today I’ve received two hugs from the “Tai Chi Master”. The old guy is a friggin’ dog! What’s up with these people? It’s a good thing that I left that company. I swear! I’m not into multiculturalism or faggotism. They’re freaks, friendly or not! Just go away and hug your own kinds! Geez! Creepy!

    Anyway, I broke the news to him this morning in the break area 255. He was shocked and so was this older Asian lady who had a strange way of putting eyeliner far below the hairline of her lower eyelids. The stocks went up and then suddenly down. I don’t know what happened but it’s reality. (Hehehe!)

    So prior to 5:30pm, one temp actually came over to shake hands and wish me good luck. Four more other full-time guys from this department did the same. And then the “Tai Chi Master” came over to shake my hand twice again, gave me his business card, and got another hug! The temp girl wanted us to walk downstairs.

    After reading the Mew Meister’s re-posted article about “Twin Flames, Sexuality and Your Aura” on the purple-colored, WW forum site, I’m not buying into the original author’s twisted tale. I do like reading about “weird stuff” but if living life to the fullest means to trim a morality standard, I won’t care. Does that mean I’m a virgin? Nope! I means I didn’t feel a thing! Get it? Stop messing with the truth, people!

    Just shaking hands tells me a lot the person. One hand felt bony and not “human” enough. A couple of people with “crispy” palm texture were vibrating at reptilian levels. (Long ago, I had shook hands with two VERY tall “legal warriors” who are watered-down “Christ-followers”, or merely Mormons from their little photo prayer card of the primary Temple on a counter display. Their hands were definitely vibrating “crispy”). The rest felt normal to the “human” touch.

    As for the hugs I cannot tell if they are sincere or sucking out my life force. I’m still trying to figure out who is my “twin flame”, seriously. I have not clue but continue to send him/her/it/whatever love, if any left, or if hugging a relative of said “twin flame” is close enough. How does it make you feel to be cheated?

    It doesn’t feel good! Huh? Try telling that to a rape victim. I should know. It’s not nice. But it’s not nice to “die” telling a lie. And that’s what I didn’t like with the Muslim journalist. I actually was glad that her fellow Muslim women clobbered her and covered her face. It’s such a shame to do so in public.

    She accused Qaddafi’s regime of raping her. In tonight’s very brief segment on televised cable news sell-out, the alleged “rape” victim (I don’t know if she was the same one), claimed that one of the soldier wiped her face gently and told her repeatedly the word: “mort” or death as in she would die. She should die for being part of TPTB. Women get raped throughout time. It won’t change and why should it now?

    Now, if people cheat and rape or become the opposite on the receiving end (no pun intended here), wouldn’t that mean they are “balancing” the karmic debt? I think so and that’s why we need to forgive each other because, essentially, you either sign up for the assignment and forgot or made to never remember or that you intentionally chose the “low road” to bring others down with you.

    Either way, it’s good to hug and send loving intentions thereby negating anything unwanted.

  • 20110331-Noticing Numbers

    I’m still learning why and how businesses operate. Throughout my career, I’ve only stuck to whatever felt comfortable. I didn’t want to challenge and stress myself out just for more money. There was no need because I didn’t want to prove anything beyond existing.

    Even after visiting little Theresa’s desk a few minutes ago, I didn’t want to hear “what I should do” to achieve more as far as looking for work. All I could do is distract her with the comments of how pretty the boss had decorated their area in pastels colors of Easter with shiny, hanging eggs and metallic streamers with cut-outs of baby chicks, flowers and such.

    There is technology to streamline the jobs. Seriously, that’s what happened in my previous job. The employer was EXTREMELY well-known worldwide and powerful enough to offer lay-off packages to the ones they don’t like or who choose to “take-it-and-run”, a phrase I read about online long from a former PM, who still owes me BIG TIME! As for this place, it could outsource more jobs and trim labor costs further. What people “refuse” to handle, the computers can do BETTER!

    At 11:11a 03-31-11, my Cisco IP Phone 7942 had reset itself! It blinked out to my former employer’s BIG logo and then went to the default security screen. My name no longer appears on the phone. Wow! That means TPTB knows I work here. I was feeling excited yet sad! Hehehe!

    Notice the seven “one’s”; one zero and two “three’s”, which would read as “33”.

  • 20110331-Stinky Smelly

    For the past few days, the outdoor air would smell “funny”. En route to work, there is this “street” near a metal recycling plant, which has been around since the flea market over the bridge of the river.

    Anyway, the air in that area smelled anything from wet gravel to dusty metal. The smell from yesterday morning may have been some incident near Scott Blvd. in Santa Clara. That’s not even downwind from where my “temp job from hell” is located.

    So perhaps it has to do with the increased in HAARP activity lately and especially a couple of nights or so ago and after “participating” as a poster on an OPEN forum discussion board on conspiracy, but mostly about the war and politics, too.

    At around 11:51am, the group was slowly leaving for yesterday’s lunch. Lo and behold, there was an “X-mark” blatantly displayed in my crispy blue skies and “northward” of the SJC airport. I saw it with my own two eyes but dare not make a big deal about it since I was walking with the temp girl towards my car.

    I didn’t like my place dirty, stinky or smelly. The sight and smell have been awful lately So to “clean house,” I had to use circular motion to get my blue-colored, glass “windows” squeaky clean. And within a few hours or so, I like the results. Sometimes, “God” needs help, you know!

  • 20110331-Healthy Heys

    At 12:07am, I heard Maw make soft, screaming-in-her-dream noises in her sleep. I suppose her throat was either inflammed or too relaxed that the CPAP machine could barely push air into her lungs. She was indeed in deep sleep and “sensed” earlier that I needed to stay up late in cased she needed assistance in waking up. But wouldn’t wake up! So what I did was scrape the bottom of the balls of her feet after unsuccessfully trying to revive her by squeezing her toes. She responded by pulling up her left leg and then her right, almost as if she wanted to “kick-off” the annoyance touching her feet.

    I tried to verbalize to her that she was in deep sleep and didn’t respond immediately to me. I then placed eight of DB’s “SunDisks” upon her skin. But then she rolled over to her right side to go back to yet another deep sleep. Fine!

  • 20110330-More Spooks

    I’m glad that I no longer have to work with that temp guy. He used the list of people from my email (that I sent at 11:11am) to send his farewell at 11:22am! I hate him! To my headhunter: Keep him away! I don’t ever want to work with people like him or his nationality. There is something creepy about the guy, just like the “Tai Chi Master” who was showing off, err, I meant, “exercising” outside to the back lobby area. We were walking from the parking lot after attending lunch from 12:00pm to 1:00pm.

  • 20110330-Papers Away

    I’ve scanned and archived one more batch of the “JAHBULON” files of woe. However, I don’t need to shred those as of yet because they are still “Deferred” for what it’s worth.

    The remaining documents are too faded to scan with the NeatWorks. But it is with some glimmer of hope that my big CANON could possibly acquire minute details: That will help finish up the major task of my Lenten Season project.

    There are still my BIGGER files of “discoveries” that I will take a look at. Again, those are still “Deferred” for what it’s worth.

    I am sure as hell that most of the already scanned items uploaded, say last year and around this time, will have already been “looked” at since Obama visited the Bay Area not too long ago.

  • 20110329-Noticing Numbers

    While en route from this morning’s mass to my “temp job from hell”, I noticed a reddish to almost pinkish, odd-looking taxi. It looked long like the “Ghostbuster” mobile but with an antiquated, opaque sign of white color on top with the words “TAXI” printed in black. Think of your iridescent light bulb and the frosted coating: That’s the color of this “sign”. And by looking into my rear view mirror, I was the backward spelling of the word “TAXI”: It read: “IXAT”. And before being pulled into the small meeting room with the temp guy by the boss, I was about to post my findings regarding what I saw this morning.

    Here are my findings:

    TAXI = IXAT

    “IX” is the Roman numeral for the number nine (or 9).

    The letter “A” is the first digit in our alphabet of twenty-six (26).

    The letter “T” is the twentieth letter or seventh letter starting from the last letter. It also looks like a number one or a crucifix.

    Hence:

    “IXAT” would read as 9-1-20 or 9-1-7 or 9-1-1.

    Or

    “IXAT” would read as 1-10-1-20 or 1-10-1-7.

    While:

    “TAXI” would read as 20-1-11 or 7-1-1 or 1-1-11.

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    Now isn’t playing with numbers done during extreme boredom?

  • Target Libya

    While viewing Obama’s speech at work yesterday and without the audio turned on or any closed captioning available for live broadcasting via ABC News, I noticed the title to that particular show as “Target Libya”. I wonder why they would describe the speech with a headline like that.

    Then I looked up the “Libyan Flag” online as saw its complete dark, forest green coloration — very simple and very easy to remember and project this healing frequency to the trouble region of Africa, its oil rich neighbors and pals.

    I had visualized of a “bull’s eye” or the red and white logo to my local shopping store “Target.com” where one could find “Furniture, Patio, Baby, Toys, Electronics, Video Games” and sent the alternating colors of red and white in concentric circles, not thinking of the color of green at that time of finishing the speech.

  • 20110329-Noticing Numbers

    I just finished viewing the YouTube.com video:

    President Obama’s Speech on Libya

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    I noticed that there were 13,488 views already and that the length of this video is 26:33. Here are some quotes from “Today, March 29, 2011, 9:08:21 AM” to “Today, March 29, 2011, 9:13:39 AM”:

    • (03:19) “We froze more than $33 billion of Qaddafi’s regime’s assets.”
    • (11:15) “We will safeguard the more than $33 billion that was frozen from the Qaddafi regime so that it’s available to rebuild Libya.”
    • (11:25) “After all, that money doesn’t belong to Qaddafi or to us — it belongs to the Libyan people.”
    • (11:30) “And we’ll make sure they receive it.”

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    Earlier this morning, my car dashboard showed readings for odometer, speedometer, and time, respectively: 1) 71,099, 810.0, 7:46am; 2) 71,100, 811.3, 7:50am; 3) 71,101, 812.1, 8:23am; 4) 71,102, 813.4, 8:26am; and 5) 71,107, 818.1, 8:40am, a time in which I saw a black crow hopping quickly or limping hastily from right to left where the VTA, light-rail system was location. I braked REALLY hard to make sure I didn’t end up sacrificing one of “God’s” creature to “Hades” on this fine weather.

    Speaking of crows, I opened my blinds, not to notice several old and new chemtrails being formed over my neighborhood, nay, the whole Bay Area but, to see two black crows already perched atop the gray-painted, streetlight next to our personally painted mailbox out front. O bowed my head to them severals time in the hopes of getting a reponse from either one. One bowed its had back to me! Then a third crow flew southbound towards them. Ravens (or crows) was or may still be my spirit guide, by the way.

    Yesterday and more recently and besides the usual doubling and tripling of the numbers one, three, four and five from the clocks; I’ve been getting numerical values in two and eight. For example, today I was stopped behind a white, Ford vehicle. Its CA license plate had four digits of the number two. But the shiny, ball-shaped, chrome-finished hitch covered the one of the digit, making the numbers read “222” or “the oddest prime” number multiplied by three, which is really “666”! Wow!

  • 20110328-Papers Away

    Tonight, I was VERY sluggish for whatever reason. Earlier today from 2:00pm to 3:00pm, I slept at my desk again! I believe the organic milk from cow really relaxed my system or that the milk sugars and high carbohydrate intake of white rice during lunch overloaded my system.

    But I had forced myself to complete a smaller batch of paper work, which included old receipts, which are supposed to be “business expenses” but deferred for the most part after ten slong years. Those will be shredded in the morning hopefully, if I wake up with enough energy from sleeping so late at night.

    The one booger of “westernized onion” really smelled and I didn’t dare touch that file. I looked through the damn pile, riffed through the pages many times and really hated it or him: “Jahbulon“, who was quite poetic but nonetheless operated as one of the alphabet soup agency and via TPTB overseas.

  • 20110328-Noticing Numbers

    There were lots of 222 on Monday: 59,222 blog stat views and 222 from one CA license plate number.

  • 20110328-More Spooks

    Well, this morning I got my coffee and a Vietnamese guy with his usual bright smile has greeting a “Good morning”. “Thomas” than asked if I had kids. I replied that I’m single and don’t have kids but may seek a companion and adopt. He thought I looked Chinese but I told him the first “wave” of Filipinos are our parents. That’s makes us children of these emigrants the “first generation”. So that make me a NATURAL born citizen of the North American continent.

    Yesterday, a clerk working the checkstand of 99 Ranch Market (in Milpitas, CA) spoke to us in Chinese. We had just purchased Maw’s eight bamboo sticks for $1.00 each and other groceries, such as catfish parts and bananas. My face truly looks Chinese, like Paw, who looks like from Hong Kong. Maw on the other hand is the friendlier-looking face. The items purchased were 13 in total and at exactly 2:00pm that day.