“The Lord God is my help, therefore I am NOT disgraced; I have set my face like FLINT, knowing that I shall NOT be put to shame.”
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Dark energy people…
About a month or so go, I let my creative mind wander a bit. One night, while Maw took a nap on her rocking chair upstairs, I noticed a discoloration around the corner of her bony eye socket. A shade/tinge of green color seemed to have formed. And earlier that same night, I noticed too Paw’s eye socket area took a greenish tone. I believe my imagination was triggered to look for different skin tones after reading an online article on reptilians
Again after viewing/trolling an image online “way back” last week or so, I saw a “prehensile” feature on the upper lip of an actor and a few days later on Maw! No wonder Maw doesn’t stop her highly critical nature daily. She happens to be born under an auspicious, Chinese astrological sign – the dragon.
I then recalled long ago in December 2007 how reptilians like to show-off their jaw lines. I actually shared a photo of my face with a “fellow brother,” who writes and surfs. And for whatever reason, that photo showed the side of my face/jawline instead of looking straight into the camera.
No wonder our dark sides tend to be course, rough, mean, nasty and down-right bad to the bones. And I often wonder why these old farts don’t seem well-humored. It goes to show that not all possess human qualities. I guess that’s why the world is so screwed up with sensitive psychos.
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New promise…
“I cried because you are being taken advantaged by these scammers. You have a good heart. Honest people are the ones that suffer.”
“They are gloating because you keep giving them your commitment monthly! Even the wealthy won’t to that! They would give a large sum once and take advantage of the tax system.”
“You are not wealthy! You are poor/jobless and don’t have health care insurance. You shouldn’t give your government/money to the needy. It is up to the government to take care of them/the poor.”
“For all you know, they are collecting welfare, living on food stamps and in low income housing and possess other sources of income. You don’t know if he has a wife!”
Addendum: “According to cable/televised program, a poor person doesn’t have a cellphone or a computer and the internet!”
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As a result, I promise to be good to myself. If anything comes up, you need to explain yourselves to the elderly couple why you continue to beg for money. This ALSO goes to everyone else, most especially the fat bastard who was busy with another call today and failed to call me back.
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Me monster…
“We created a monster! And she is still living with us!”
“But because you are our daughter, we…”
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Yes. I am a hairy, deaf, blind and mute monster with poor posture of slouching over the shoulders, giving a hunched back appearance.
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Madame Serious…
Excuse me? I’ve been “molded” to reduce my laughter and tears behind a facade of “seriousness”. There is little humor in my life. Interaction with robots is in my primary domain. Both parental units are VERY disciplined. And it so happens that we are a military family where strict rules must be followed. Rarely will they show their anger but vent their frustrations without leaving the other unloved. It may be a form of “dark energy”, whereby one dominates the weakness of the other party and therefore is the “strength” to that particularity in the relationship. But logic dominates the emotions. We are a no nonsense people. We have had it with politics and unscrupulous people who don’t give a damn about honor. The ways of the cowboys need no legal team or the likes of family counseling. No, either your words are true to us or you are not true to yourself. Just don’t mess with me and mine and everything will run smoothly. Cross our paths and you will meet your demise. You have been “warned”. Brouhaha!
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Guidance within…
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.
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Extending lock down…
So I am still reading an EY article about the “US Senate extending the UNCONSTITUTIONAL Patriot Act until June 1, 2015 without debat”e. And the article mentions the *fourth *amendment to the US Constitution. (*Notice two words are not capitalized.) He then points out three unconstitutional provisions, which I have opined belowed:
1. The “roving wiretap” provision is futile. It did actually occur during a phone call between Maw and an parishioner. They are elderly ladies. The conversation was mostly about relationships and attitudes of people. We heard the phone click on and off several. So right there, your tax money is going to spies eavesdropping on simple folks speaking in their “native” tongue. This was during the GWB era. They thought the home owner’s landline had any connection with my cellphone service. Morons.
2. The “financial records” section is futile. It did actually occur during a surprise phone call from a “westernized union”. The caller had a distinct South Asian Indian accent and she started screaming at me over the phone and demanded to know my personal business with them. I didn’t call back and they just blocked my account from further access. It was good because I got tired of helping.
3. The “lone wolf” provision is futile. It did actually occur in which my email accounts were spammed for job opportunities overseas with the deal to make millions of dollars. Of course, I copied and pasted ALL of those emails (blocking my email information) and posted those online for investigation by the MSM. Sure enough and after the public broadcast, those types of emails have completely ceased from my email accounts. There is also Facebook.com to contend with but you get the idea.
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So you see folks. These provisions and other alleged lawful acts are supposed to help us by gauging how truly “law abiding” the hard-working, tax-paying citizens of America are. Those that know better are in jail being well fed by your tax monies. As per an “old soul”, he said: “If you are NOT doing anything wrong, there is is nothing to fear and nothing to hide”. Mind you, he and other people with that concept are VERY intelligent and are NOT easily swayed by conspiratorial matters because while they do fight for what they believe in; they would rather live life to the fullest and without always looking over their shoulders.
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20110502-My Bad
I hate home life, really. Do you think having two wonderful elders is the best thing in the world? Yes. No. Yes, because there is much love, food, shelter and other amenities, such as parakeets and a garden. No, because there is the nagging. That’s right! One happens to nag; while the other doesn’t complain. One won’t stop doing too much; while the other would rest and contemplate. One wants constant acknowledgement and recognition. The other doesn’t care. I’m the latter. You can guess which bio-unit is the former.
My veins are popping out. It means the body has over worked and therefore over heated. It aches and thats rare. Why? Because the nagger won’t shut-up. It’s the last resort pill for those with severe asthma. Guess which pill that happens to be? And when someone has injested that “healing potion”, it powers them up tremendously and calmer people like me will end up doing more than necessary. You see, home life here is secure. And the consequences are freedom and more of it.
When it’s not your castle, creativity is limited to the homeowner(s). One cannot do whatever is desired — remove the old wooden and metallic fences, remove cracking and sliding cement work, replacing the roof, remove extra plants and containers, basically remove junk. Yup. Oh, joy!
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20110502-My Bad
Because I failed to listen to reason from an “old soul” and refuse to use my common sense, I’m “bad, bad, bad — bad to the bones”. At 12:20pm, I left home and arrived early to the job interview at 1:00pm. My nearly NEW pants got snagged on a make-shift table made out of a HEAVY solar panel. In my mind, if several of these pieces were placed on an OLD residence with OLD housing material, I’m sure the roof would scream mercy. That was bad luck number one, besides my sharp rings making more snags on my dark-gray outfit!
Two more bad luck manifested. The interview went well but I didn’t want the job. There were hardly anyone in the office and the cubicles are empty and DIRTY. I couldn’t understand how I would function in that job other than reseaching online. It’s was at best ambiguous and I’d have to use the phone, which is a yuch factor for me. I left a voicemail message on my headhunter’s voicemail after the interview and didn’t get a call back. I know why. Bahahaha!
The last bad luck was my old car. It wouldn’t start after the job interview! With the hood popped open to allow the WEAK breeze to cool down the engine block and after several attempts at restarting the damn machine, I had to call a tow truck and spoke with Ashley! I wasn’t going to take a chance and have my vehicle stop in the middle of traffic! So after patiently waiting one hour, I called the boy for reference.
After another hour, the tow truck driver came. It was already 3:00pm. After he finished hitching my car to the truch, we left the scene at 3:11pm. He got lost picking up my car and almost got lost dropping off my car. He relied on the voice-prompted internet for directionals instead of human knowledge. I gave him the street number as 255 and he kept giving the damn computer “255 […] Avenue”, when it should have been “2555 […] Street”.
I told the guy to believe me but I guess he wanted to be sure. Bullshit! So both my car and I were dropped off at the repair place. Then, I called the boy, who picked me up. And I gave the two guys at the shop my cellphone number and Paw’s home number, in case they needed to reach me. But while waiting for the boy, I called my cellphone provider and upgraded my cellphone, along with a new 2-year agreement. I needed to move on with my life even if I had to wait another week for my principal!
Yes. The repair may cost in the thousands, which could have been “food money”. Yes. My new communication device will cost hundreds more. But I really needed to get a job. But in order to get a job, I needed a car. In order to make sure I blog on the good, I needed a new cellphone. What’s next is up to TPTB and pals. And yes I know who will be the next president. And he isn’t a Scientologist but close enough, if you know what I mean. Bahahaha!
Tip of the day: Do not rely on the computer. Buy a damn map made out of paper and read it! Don’t rely on people for directions. Learn to read a map. But make sure you get the CORRECT ADDRESS, down to the suite number, including the city, state and zip code! Get the phone number to the place of designation in case you get lost!
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20110425-My Bad
Just when breakfast was about to be served, I heard Maw yell: “Come down here”! Earlier, I had ran upstairs in the hopes of quickly changing from my church clothes into my comfortable, grungy clothes. She told me I had started a fire. For whatever reason, she craned her next quickly to the right. It was a sense from her “guardian angel” telling of danger.
That’s right! I’m prone to starting fire, just by leaving the stove burner on. I was steaming three frozen chicken burritos in the usual steamer, which had the smell of burned plastic from the looks of what was once a light, gray-colored handle charred into melted black. The powerful fan sucked out the bad air but thank goodness the food was still good. Later on, I removed the two screws and threw away the now sharpened handles away.
It wasn’t the first time I started a fire indoors. Long ago, I was trying to cook something but needed to warm up some oil. Again, I left the stove unattended but was still downstairs. Of course, the orange-colored flash burn of fire started up because the oil was too hot, one could feel the heat just standing one feet away. At least the boy was nearby to offer assitance to put out the flames.
Other times would be a kettle of boiling water. Paw usually doesn’t care to remove the container from the burner and let the whistling sound continue until I came back to turn off the stove. That’s
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20110421-My Bad
I’ve got a BAD ATTITUDE! That’s right! I almost caused an accident this morning. We were already on the road after coming from this “Morning’s Prayer”. Normal mass was not celebrated.
Down the road, I was traveling 40 miles per hour. I saw the green light to a four way intersection up ahead. But a white car directly in front of me was stopped and wouldn’t move out of MY WAY!
So I quickly scooted to the right lane without signaling and assumed that I was in the clear. When suddenly out of my rear view mirror, I saw a black-colored BMW barreling down MY LONG STRETCH OF ROAD NEAR THE FOOTHILL OF MT. HAMILTON!
I quickly stopped to make sure it didn’t rear end me. The front of Paw’s MERCEDES BENZ was still slightly into the right lane and the ASIAN honked his horn and scooted safely to my right WITHOUT SLOWING DOWN OR STOPPING!
“Something is pushing you from behind to race with drivers on the road!” Maw had screamed from the back seat.
Perhaps there were many reminders afterwards. Another SLOW MOVING VEHICLE won’t get out of MY WAY! And of course I was tailgating it. The old lady with big reddish hair took her time. Of course the two old farts started ranting in my earholes. But I didn’t care.
Yesterday were many reminders to SLOW DOWN! My impatience won’t stop until people GET OUT OF MY WAY! That includes: You fat bastard! I know you are reading this weblog of mine. You, your brother and your family owe hundreds of us.
Don’t think TPTB, Obama and pals will cover your ass. That was your failure: To test the will of God, love and trust. You guys are a bunch of failures!
“Can I curse them to hell fire and brimstone for eternity and use my fiery sword to cut off their heads?” I had mumbled under my breath to Maw. We were at MY railroad intersection at that time. Earlier yesterday from 4:00pm to 5:00pm, we traveled to Michael’s to get Maw’s eggplant-colored yarn for my vest.
“Don’t do that. It’s not nice.” Maw said to me. She and Paw are not violent people, of course. But I sure as heck would let the heads of annoying entities roll for GETTING IN MY WAY!
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20110410-Daily Post
If I could perform on stage, my rare talent would be opera singer. That’s right! My trait includes the difficulty in modulating the volume of the voice and in anger management. When seriously frustrated our voice can project VERY loudly. Any minor “trigger” can prompt unfortunately blathering to unsuspecting bystanders and sensitive recipients of said verbiage.
Having said that, last Christmas up at the Vice President’s house, I did sing the “12 Days of Christmas” in an opera fashion. As mentioned in my previous blog entry, my voice is no good with more “urban flavors”. I’ve been trained classically and that’s my favorite music genre. Give me Beethoven and pals, and I could try to waltz too! Not!
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What rare talent do you have that most people don’t know? Bonus: If you don’t have a rare talent, what talent do you wish you had? Why? What’s stopping you from trying to get it?