Yeah, I’m thinking about what sounds ‘true’ enough. The imagery I received based from what I read quickly is when someone throws a beach ball at me. The beach ball appears bigger than normal as it gets closer to me. It was smaller from far away. And by my observation and for the sake of comparison, if, for example, the speed of light is not fast enough I could see that ball. If the ball goes any faster, then I don’t see it.
Tag: Philosophy
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20080710-Purple Pill
What would happen when offered the opportunity to ingest both the red pill and blue pill (like the movie ‘The Matrix’? Would we get the purple people – a combination of both freedom fighters for the truth while working under the guise of hard working, enslaved protectors, respectively?
I do not know what the ‘awakened’ folks are talking about and do not fully understand or care if people are slaves or not. I see lots of people having fun in their illusion of reality despite the truth that they are slaves who work long hours with insurmountable debt that cannot be paid off until death.
The ‘blue pill’ people believe they are free – free from the old ways of living on the farm with an outhouse for pooping and well water for drinking. And yes some are willing to pay the price that no amount of convincing from the ‘red pill’ people, who would stop these ‘blue people’ from pursuing a lifestyle of self destruction – a belief system they hold fast and dear to ‘protect’ themselves from having fun.
Detainment camps are like people living in expensive castles or housing paid by interest only.
We seem to be following another form of Hilter and his Gestapo to protect individual property from me terrorized. Look at Southern California and their burnt down homes. The police state acts like a litmus test. Some oppose this idea but when overpopulation booms there needs to be some sort of control mechanisms in place to keep the most if not all the ‘blue people’ happy and content. This is where communism has been installed.
The freedom to travel is only in one’s mind. There is always the televised programming showing travel destinations. This version of couch potato-ism is by far much safer. There is no need for travel bag inspection or malaria from teste flies. Plus one gets free use of one’s own toilet for relief, refrigerator for food when hungry, bottled water when thirsty and a comfortable bed anytime of the day or night when tired.
Once again, roadblocks are to keep people from trespassing for whatever reasons. The recent ‘thought crimes’ mean that people are abusing their privilege to trespass on other unsuspecting ‘innocents’ who have no idea how much influence the world could be shaped with just a thought. Roadblocks means a fight if one does not comply. This means to ostracized, ridiculed and jailed without representation to the white man’s laws written on paper.
The blue pill people are idiots and yes when in groups would believe and support each other to keep their matrix box from falling apart. For example, people would believe that taking vaccination shots will help them overcome our most basic single cell organism – bacteria, which when alter beyond the precepts of mother natures intension of DNA structure become virus.
Ah the fiat system will never seem to go away as per my ‘fifth kind’. The illusion is to keep people from taking advantage of each other through the tediousness of gold standards and barter systems. Those that do take advantage of each other are being carefully monitored and yes they are to be burned in hell too for lack of ethics and moral values.
My bank account is beyond zero dollars and made possible by TPTB. Like the blue people, I’ve ingested too much crap that further resolution is to go through the British form of justice. The deeper we continue to participate in the British corporation of slavery the further deep into the rabbit hole we become. Standing idly by, staring and marveling at the beauty of the matrix is not only pure genius but pure evil in this illusion of any reality.
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20080111-Money Madness
Money can’t buy friendship or a gorgeous guy.
A runway model from Bravo egoistic cry.
Who’s on top now with the brightest bling?
Insincerity of those persons who only bring:The latest fad in clothings and cars;
Fine accessories for the wealthy czars;
Sheltered in boxes, owned by the banks;
Idealized junk head, who give no thanks;Selfish and mean spirited exist to have fun,
Humor us with appreciation without the sun.
Eyes of the fools with wide-eye innocence
Of babe gone from past, lack of audience.To do lots more with lots of money,
Help a friend feed the poor with honey;
Save the animals, no root of all evil.Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
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20080428-Random Thoughts
Yes, resistance is futile. The more you fight back, the more they will resist their control over people who continue to follow the ‘have’ and ‘have-not’. Problems will never go away as long as there are those who ‘have’ and ‘have-not’. Fighting back for whatever is right will surely meet
If the final solution is to force any bio-unit to behave, that selflessness is the answer, that ‘having’ is no better than ‘not-having’, then expect resistance and possible death for those who fight back.
I’m afraid no amount of force would make any bio-unit conform. Bio-units are notorious for being right, defensive for their perfection in light of outside influence for being different and no more deficient. Force would more likely cause divisiveness among groups, the weeds from the fruits. A more gentle approach would be more conducive that way noone gets hurt.
Resistance is futile. I know. The more I fight for what I believe the more I could get hurt which could result in injury and possibly death. (Yeah, right.) Anyway, one could always to ‘play by ear’, step back a bit and listen to the inner voice, one’s conscious. Selfless persons don’t need to be labeled ‘have-not’s for they already have all that other ‘have’s may or may not have – inner peace.
Resistance is futile. Problems will never go away. The only way is to remove the labels between ‘have’ and ‘have-not’.
That (which appears to be ‘bad’ for the ‘have-nots’) has already been planned out by ‘haves’.
Be one with the hive mind of the ‘Borg’ and noone shall die. I don’t like thought either. But honestly fighting back would almost certainly lead to some form of confrontation and possibly death (metaphorically speaking of the former self, a bio-unit notorious for being always right, defensive for their perfection and the free will to be different despite outside influence to the contrary).
Sometimes going with the flow is better than being damned up forever. Meh!
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20080629-Playing Dumb
I fail to understand why people play dumb and ignorant. I especially find those who assume the role of the subordinate slave as an excuse to empower the more intelligent partner into an early grave; whereby the stronger partner is forced to take action into his or her own hands just to pull the dead weight in a relationship, which I see as bad luck from the moment they moved in together.
The ones with the upper hand are lead to believe they are in control in their relationship and that any decision making is final, on the guise that the significant other is going along with the whole scenario. I feel something is wrong with this type of arrangements. It is almost as if the one with the alleged control factor is being set up for a downfall.
But the denial of putting up with the likes of stupid people continues and I am sad the report that after hearing the horror stories from bio-units, whose own children disown and disregard what the bio-units feel is not good, nay, downright wrong. As a result, I’ve come to the conclusion that no matter how much hope or ‘change’ (I’m reminded by the current theme by Obama Barack), people will not change.
The only change I see from dumb fools is starting over with a new life — the life each person wants to live no matter how stupid it appears to those who ‘sense’ something is not right; the life with new sets of friends, who are now themselves fools for not knowing the true color, the thick skin and face, that was left behind by those who were once closer than these new friends.
As I have observed, the next generation are exercising their ‘free will’ to do anything they want and say anything they want regardless whoever or whatever gets in their way of ‘true’ happiness and away from the old ways – the tried, true and tested where the wise words of the elders used to be the corner stone, the foundation and a place from which castles are build to last.
I see this ‘free will’ concept is only a good motivator for being selfish – to buy unnecessary junk (like a parishioner’s garden figurines, miniature sculptures and ceramic pedestals that with my hammer I could smash into many pieces as good as dust) and accumulate bigger, better and more expensive versions of the unloved, unwanted and outdated original and to toss out the old, worn and useless ones.
No longer is power as the means to get what they want. I’ve been pondering on how these scenarios play out in my own personal life. After reading about how Barack Obama lacks any ‘political baggage’ or experience for that matter, I wonder if he, like a certain dumb broad, could possibly be groomed to fit the mold. Why are people so blind to see past the color of the skin, culture or intelligence, knowing that their fate and destiny are being bought right underneath their noses?
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20081125-By Name
Old soul: I realized that my closest friends are not my relatives.
Well, he should have realized by now how the relatives are only known by name to us and nothing more. Based on my observations as the eldest paternal grandchild, I have been a star witness to how unkindly our relatives have treated us over the years. I have made my notations, too.
This is another reason why I closed my stupid Facebook.com account last week. After one week, only one second cousin added me as a friend. I didn`t recognize her. She didn`t write. She, like her equally ungrateful parents didn`t bother contacting us during a relative`s wedding here in July 2008. She had nothing else to post on her `wall` but complain about being sick with the flu. Stupid.
The other was a first cousin, whose sister is not worth mentioning. Those `in the know` have heard my angered thoughts through time and space. She `fell` for being the worse offender of the cousins. I will never forget the countless times she and her mother operated, including the religious fraud who ensnared my aunt-in-law to pay lots of money for fruitless answers. It was a `chilling` story.
Anyway, I am my only true friend as well as my worse enemy. With my `seventh house` pretty much astrologically empty, my only other `friends` are my bio-units and parakeets. I have learned that `true` friends call, visit and write. My emails are always useless. My chatting sessions are null. My cellphone is bugged and I keep discharging the unit after removing the battery (for security reason, of course).
But recent packages of goodies have been mailed and for these I am grateful. I am also grateful for the opportunity to know ahead of time that `in-laws` suck. I feel the same with the twit when she will assume my surname that she doesn`t deserve. Then again it`s karma. So I guess it will work out. It’s a great brouhaha!
I am grateful for being alive and able to keep the faith, peace and my mouth shut. I don`t know if I should reveal my `real name`, show my `frown face` or expose my `naked soul` to anyone. All I know is that `THEY` kept their promise(s). So I expect y`all to support each other until Inauguration Day (01/20/2009). If nothing else happens, y`all will see my name in the public records — big time.
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20080713-Yeah Right
Yeah, farggin’ off is the only way to beat down those don’t know any relationship a two way street. It’s too easy to blame one side when the other side is also a contributing factor. Call it the fine line between telling the hard, painful truth and interfering with the best of intentions by those who care too much to know when to stop. When you can feel the bad vibes and negativity coming off of anyone (bio-units, friends or relatives), it’s better to leave them to their misery and as we’ve learned from other good folks who have told us their horror stories – ignore them. Save your own energies for what you think is best and feel is right for you and your bio-units.
Each couple has bio-units units as you know well and it’s best not to meddle in the affairs of others no matter how, not right or wrong but rather, different and respect that difference with
OMG! I have a loser brother and a Twit sister-in-law, who come off sounding they know everything about people. And here I am being older than the twosome.
So a person who cheats means running off with someone else (other than the significant other) and having an affair. I think cheating means lying to each other about staying in an unhealthy relationship that would not get better in the first place ‘Trying to work out’ any differences and making up later with flowers and candies (for example) are symptoms for the denial of the truth that someone better is somewhere out there to fill in the void something(s) deficient in the current relationship.
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20080430-Cooler Junk
Thank goodness, our rights in bragging have not been amended away.
Oh come on! Can’t y’all tell it’s a photo of a glow-in-the-dark jelly fish? Is the purchase of any piece of junk like this supposed to make me, the ‘first kid on the block,’ appear hipper or cooler in front of other gullible onlookers and potential richer if I later decide to re-sell this item at a higher price? Or rather: hear, ye! hear, ye! get yer one and only shark liver oil for FREE!
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20080424-Mind Hypothesis
Okay, here’s my theory that I will throw out from the dark again. There are no ‘aliens’. ‘They’ are advanced humanoids in various forms. Those that know the power of thought are messing with our minds. Enough said: Happy now? I don’t know how else to convince others of the existence of these alleged ‘aliens’. Today is no exception either for based on my observation noone believes in conspiracy as much as us nut-eaters. It’s all ‘poo-poo’ to them.
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20080423-Looks Flat
Look, we should just use our own observations without relying on establish scientific explanations (or other theorists) to give us answers to everything and anything we do not fully understand regarding the flat earth. Mine is simple and supports the flat earth theory. Water is held inside a container. A round ball bounces from the ground, floats in water and doesn’t hold water well.
Oh, I just had another thought. Maybe the reasons why the outer ‘planets’ (such as Jupiter) are spherical is because gas is contained well inside spherical shaped containers.
We are all basically living on a Petri dish (flora and fauna of living organisms) or someone’s pot of soup (hence the volcanoes, earthquakes, etc.) Laws (and I’ll throw in ‘hearts’, of all things) can be broken, even physics. I don’t see why gravity needs to be generally accepted as the underling force for keeping things together and in motion. (I’m thinking out loud too much: Enough said.)
What appears real to most may not appear real to some.
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20080301-Dreary Dinner
Both Brat and Twit attended this evening’s mass and all three of us were not excited as we car pooled the twosome to the church. The service seemed longer than normal and the place was packed with people. A Chinese lady was behind me and I sat down rather fast with my back upon her left hand, which was still holding the pew.
She sang horribly and I scratched my right ears to signal to those who saw me of my discomfort of hearing her singing off key. She also coughed and the more I made faces of disgust. These entities never seem to go far away. I would rather punch in their ‘toad-like’ faces than hear them cough anytime. But this was neither the time nor the place for violence.
Getting angry should have been justified for waiting twenty minutes after the guy said in a couple of minutes from 06:15PM to 06:35PM. We had called around 04:30PM in hopes of the food being ready around 06:00PM, which was about the time the evening mass was over.
I was standing with my right side next to the glass door where the bells chimed with each customers coming and going, opening inward to freeze as Paw and I waited in that small place while Maw and the twosome, Brat and Twit, bickered in the Mercedes Benz E430. Then the heater was on full blast to get me all warmed up. That irritated the passengers but too bad for them I was cold.
Maw had reported to me about the twosome’s concern (or rather more like a complaint) about me for not being as sociable a person with my peers. They have told Maw how I needed ‘friends’ to rely upon in times of distress and to tell them of my every problem from bio-units situations to various unimportant details in life.
I, on the other hand, told them off and that I don’t always tell my parental unit(s) all that I know. I don’t think Twit heard me well enough to stop her blabbering from the backseat about how she is ‘lucky’ to have at least one close friend, Cunning, to disclose all her secrets. To me, she is a security risk and I definitely have since she hooked up with Brat written her off my trust factor.
And Twit once again continues to believe he is always right and no one would listen to him and his adult version of a tantrum by getting unreasonably loud with us old timers from the backseat and on our way home from the restaurant. He means well for he wants me to improve on my anger management and pretend that I had forgotten the misdeeds to us three ‘elders’ prior to living with Twit.
The point is my only closest friends are my bio-units and they are the only ones that I know who have the patience and understanding to put up with the likes of me and my behavior. If the twosome would care to tell me directly instead of Maw, then that would piss me off further but I suppose that’s typical of bio-units members to spread their disagreements by informing the party other than the person in question.
Some friends come and go as they please, like high school buddies. Some don’t always attend the funeral of the deceased, for example. Some have a certain level of energy to deal with people and hear them out no matter how annoying the subject matter may be to unaccustomed ears, like mine which happens to be deaf on the higher frequencies.
Anyway, dinner went well from 07:00PM to 07:45PM. I stuffed my face with boiled green beans and chicken chow mein and some tofu and cabbage from this other dish of saltiness. Maw did most of the talking but not Paw and me as usual with the twosome contributing to this after mass and at dinner at home. I was not too excited tonight; I couldn’t recover from being too sleepy earlier this afternoon didn’t help either.
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20080112-New Baby
After attending evening mass with the surprise of Brat joining us (from his last minute call to Maw), we decided to visit the new addition to his future in-laws at O’Connors Hospital. We had learned last minute from Brat about a new eight pound baby boy, the second child of Branding and Cream.
We met Branding in the hallways after getting lost in the hospital through the ‘Outpatient Registration’ area in error, thanks to Brat. The newborn was asleep when Maw, Paw, Brat and I walked into her room. Twit was already there and the sad part is that she went without her finance and alone (again), which (to my bio-units and I) is a ‘no-no’ for new couples.
There has been about thirty minutes of conversation with Paw and the three gals, with me getting along with other two guys. Branding is so youthful looking and from what I’ve heard seems irresponsible as a husband, leaving Cream to do much of ‘thinking’ in their affairs. I glanced upward after making baby faces at the sleeping infant and noticed Twit not being too happy. I pick up on these split second data.
I suspect this is due her to not being married to Brat and not having children of her own and obviously for good reasons: They are not compatible as expressed by the guy’s bio-units tonight after dinner (of crunchy, stir-fried vegetables, orange chicken, roast pork and chicken adobo) around 08:00PM. All he could do is not only digest the foodstuff but take the truth at face value.
The girl simply does not care about us, period. As an outsider to other people’s affairs, I pick up on her actions towards us. No matter how hard us ‘Americanized’ Filipinos try to put up with her lack of social grace and to understand her limited ability to learn new things, like how to use the dial padlock or how to unlock the shears for pruning, her fiance is already sick of her $h!t — by him yelling at her for being stupid.
I had mentioned to the guy that his destiny is due to ‘ancestral karma’, whereby Brat, in this case, would be the thinking person in the relationship (like Maw is to Paw). I got his concept from one of the Dungeon and Dragons books. He will need to be honest with the Twit for once because this will be a permanent once they get married, which doesn’t mean she will turn around 180 degrees and be nice to us!
The point is a new baby is not simply toy. And Twit should get busy instead of standing there in clean room, waiting to ‘adopt’ this new one as her own. The couple needed space for that first day and Twit, for whatever reason, should be with her fiance and at home.
The embarrassing part to this scene is her not taking a hint that Cream was already getting tired of her stay and refused to leave when Maw asked if she had taken dinner, which she (out of her habit) claims she has done so earlier. This was around 07:15PM when I noticed Cream slouching from sitting upright on her bed for quite awhile in an effort to entertain us.
Furthermore, although my twosome split their money halfway through the relationship, I feel Twit should save as much of her money in preparation for her wedding (as if) and any future babies instead of spending her hard earned work on the lives of her siblings, who are already working professionals. I do not understand this closeness in spite of our observations about how the couple seems to spend less ‘quality’ time together.
So, I wish Happy Birthday to the little Pig, which happens to be the Chinese astrological sign of Brat, too. This makes the newborn a Capricorn — a sea goat (sound: maa-aaa-aaa-aaa). I’m sure both are helpful, like Brat who provided tech support on my ailing computer upstairs of which a big hug was given by his elder sister — moi.
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