Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: Philosophy

  • ‘Angels In A Harsh World’ is long, but it’s worth the read

    Topic # 168 : Name a long book that’s worth reading. Enter a title and we’ll try to find artwork for your post. Explain why someone would want to invest the time required to read it.

    `Angels In A Harsh World` by Don Bradley is a long book that’s worth reading. Angels do exist. I just takes one to know one is there to help. There were many key areas that seem to strike something `familiar` on a personal level. It’s almost like I’m reading not as a spectator to the story but as a participant to what may appear to be fictional work.

    Well, it does talk about angels from all walks of life. And if you recognize yourself within the pages of this book, you know who you are. For those who want to know about the world and why it’s `harsh`, take a look around you and you will see all sorts of `snakes` ready to take a bite out of your soul. It’s an adventure waiting to be discovered by readers all over.

    I would recommend this book. DB is my favorite author. Hehehe! :0)

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  • Troublesome Makers

    I believe people do NOT like the truth. People especially do NOT like other people pointing out their flaws, shortcomings, imperfections and frankly telling them what they do not want to hear. And if those nemesis do not go along with their ideal, then they are nothing.

    I see that with Maw. People who get it go away in peace. Those who don’t will stop at nothing to make these troublemakers see the light. I think it goes both ways. Nonetheless, one is already ahead of the other. And Satan’s got their backs.

  • Afternoon Sidewalking

    After eating lunch at work, I was walking around the block for my usual thirty minutes of exercise. I created another imagery between the sidewalk of the business park and the sidewalks of the sandy beaches.

    I see to my right a green hill overlooking to my left a concrete of ocean. The sound is of cars driving by hurriedly.

    I thought to myself: “One day I’ll get to wiggle my toes into the ocean.” But for now I only walk on concrete slabs with my rubber shoes.

  • Spine Support

    This morning I had created another imagery between people and plants, spine and trellis. I was thinking how fragile the human form is without the support of the spine. And like the trellis of our climbing plants, how fragile the plant form, too.

  • Reading ‘The Significance of the One’ opened my eyes

    Topic #36: Name a book that changed your mind or opened your eyes. Why is it significant for you?

    `The Significance of the One` by Don Bradley is significant for me. Somehow I believe that everyone is interconnected on some level, namely spiritual for lack of a better word. When you get to know yourself and your own strengths, you will realize that thoughts and intentions do affect all that is around everything that is seen and unseen. The forces are with us at all times. There is no turning back once the reader realizes that the potential for each and every person is within. Take the time to read this book and you too will see with not only opened eyes but new and wider eyes.

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  • When I realized I was a grown-up, it had taken thirty years!

    Topic # 26 – Prompted January 24, 2009: When did you realize you were an adult? Questions: Was it the credit card debt or the armpit hair? Maybe the AARP membership letters? (If you’re not there yet, how do you think you’ll know?)

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    I realized that I was a grown-up when I stopped thinking like a spoiled brat. I operated like a child would — without a care in the world. I didn’t care that all my money went out the `back door`. I didn’t care that I was living free and clear under the roof of two blessed souls. (If it weren’t for them, I’d be homeless for sure). I didn’t care about being fools.

    Now that my credit card debt would never be resolved thanks in part by TPTB, I had to take action. And that meant survival. In order to survive, I sought the legal remedy of financial freedom. That was one of many options exercised thus far. The others are more public by no means.

    But that was step one. The second step was finding a job. And thanks to Lena, I’ve gotten a `prosperity` piece made with love, which is not `evol` but very functional indeed. For you see within a few weeks, my headhunter landed me a job within my home zipcode.

    The travel one way is around twenty minutes. I could have eaten lunch at home but that would take out forty minutes on the road and only another twenty minutes to eat, wash and dry dishes, and wash up before returning to work.

    I realized I was an adult thirty years too late! Seriously, I’ve told one co-worker, who was a former co-worker at Cisco, that I didn’t know how to take care of myself. I’ve always had someone to look over me and remind me how to life the right way.

    Now, it’s my turn to learn from good role models — my parents. In turn, I too promise to lead a better life as an adult. An adult learns to settle and slow down and contemplate each action, word and deed. Being a adult is simple with a strong foundation and of course some common sense, which I’ve yet to improve.

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  • If I could tame a wild animal

    Topic # 7 – Prompted January 25, 2009: Pick a wild animal to keep as a pet. Describe life with your new pet. Think about its impact on your lifestyle, relationships and rug.

    Urban Horse …

    I don’t think I could keep a wild animal as a pet. I wouldn’t know where to begin. If I were to keep a pet from the wild, that would be something small and cute. I’ve had birds all my life and so maybe a wild bird would do.

    Would keeping creatures of flight indoors be required during the day? Not in the least. I envision feeding the critter wild seed and refill the bird bath with water. It will continue as wild but only in my mind will I see it as a pet, which keeps coming back to eat and drink.

    Perhaps, I’d like to tame a wild bronco. And then learn to ride a horse, one day.

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  • Good, Bad, Ugly

    If you have a Facebook account, which of the three words would mostly closely describe who you really are within yourself and to others?

    • Good,
    • Bad, or
    • Ugly.

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    Last night Robert F@br!c@nt#, my fourth cousin living in Monterey, CA. wrote a disturbing personal message. In my whole life, he is the second person to tell me I’m UGLY in writing. It could have been spam. As per my an old blog entry, a white girl waiting in the orthodontist’s chair on my left told the assistant that I’m UGLY. That was during my early teenage years.

    It was only recently that I’ve received a complimentary BEAUTIFUL from a long-distant friend, who was being kind. Meh! Maw is the only other kind-hearted person, who kept reminding me I’m BEAUTIFUL. One other cousin on Facebook told me I’m PRETTY but I felt the response wasn’t sincere. The rest are being dishonest.

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    By selecting any of the three words, I’ll offer my interpretations below.

    • Good. Let others be the judge of how `good` you are. You give yourself too much credit.
    • Bad. Let others know you are human. It only gets worse if you lie about your imperfections.
    • Ugly. Let others learn about the ugly truth. This last category exposes the worse in others.

  • Happily Trimmed

    I noticed that the people who survived being laid-off (or `trimmed` as a co-worker told me during our first lunch out together last week – after three years of not working together at the other place) appear much nicer, friendlier and happier. People are not as snappy or snobbish, too.

    I feel that down-sizing the workforce across all levels – federal, state, local and private – will keep only the `strongest and fittest` available. Yesterday, during our thirty minute brisk walk around the block, Theresa said that it would be better to cut off the OVERTIME instead of laying off. But, ironically, those working OVERTIME benefit from more hours and, of course, the much needed money to support their family.

    So yeah, unemployment may seem high during Obama’s administration. But that is part of the `dirty job`, to take out the trash, separate the goat from the sheep and cut the weed among the flowers. Hehe! Yeah, right!

  • Predicting Death

    “I’ll be the next one to be placed into a nursing home.“

    ~Uncle Gigolo during Lola’s burial last week.

    “I will probably live until the age of 78 years old.“

    ~Maw to Inday during yesterday evening phone call.

    —

    So you see, when the arrogance of the young generation will meet death during their old age, that’s the time they will realize their misdeeds done during their healthier years. However, Uncle Gigolo, much like his ex-wife the Chingster and his daughter the Shillster, he still has a chip on his shoulder, while in the hospital for a UTI treatment. Eww.

    “I’m still `Astig!` I’m still ` Tigas!`”

    ~Uncle Gigolo to Paw during a phone conversation Saturday evening.

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    *`Astig` means thug (or moron without hope); while `Tigas` means ridigity (or hard as a rock or stubborn as a mule.)

  • Changing Corporations

    Which sounds better?

    -United States of America.

    or

    -United Feds of America.

    Shouldn’t the states make their own policies, such as immigration, instead of bowing down to the likes of the federal government?

  • Another Message

    I decided to transfer this `rant` from my Facebook and enter it here:

    To be a better human being:

    • Learn to ask forgiveness of those you have harmed and injured while still alive.
    • Don’t wait to say I love you before the person(s) pass/es on.
    • Use your freewill to make peace while here on earth.
    • Cease the path to make a living hell for everyone else.

    Trust me: God is not sleeping and has taken account of your misdeeds.
    You know who are. Behave or else, yup. Peace out, folks.