Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: prose

A literal technique ‘opposite’ to verse (e.g. poetry).

  • 321596-NDE Experience

    I’ll keep my story short and simple. I wouldn’t call this a NDE but I am sure it was the closest. Mine wasn’t all beautiful and loving. I was actually standing in a darkened room where the only source of light was filtering from the ceiling several stories above me. This shaft of light shined through the size of a manhole cover.

    The only way up and towards this light was an elevator spiraling counter clockwise. I saw myself stepping upon this elevator as it was moving. Each time I tried step onto one of the rising stairs I would fall backwards. Then I remember ‘Maw’ slapping me awake because I had a 104 degree Fahrenheit fever.

    I would guess that this particular NDE is triggered by stress of having the aches and pains from flu-like symptoms while under the over-the-counter medication. By the way, this event occurred many years ago and I’ve not noticed any life changing perspective on life either as a result.

  • 310440-Four Holes

    Well, mine are two holes per earlobes; so that makes it four ‘pierces’ in my body. I happen to wear two 22k gold earrings as my preferred jewelry, too. I was thinking about getting a nose pierce on my left nostril but don’t know about the results. Perhaps, I’ll need to find out the hard way and get one myself.

  • 320920-Gift Giving

    Ummm, Hi! This is my first post. Although I am jobless for six months and can’t hold down a temporary job in my field of ‘bean counting’, I’ve sponsored a family in Southern California and children in need of a holiday gift through our local tree giving programs. Sometimes I get carried away and give too much out of my hard work for my own good. But that is me and in the spirit of giving there is no holding back what I feel is right even if it means breaking my piggy bank.

  • 20071115-Daily Diary

    Souv&r&!gn, D*ug: You’re an idiot and a nerd! Genius but an idiot nonetheless.

    Sci-fi? Gamer? Programmer? That means you are a fat kid in an old man’s body!

    Get a life and stop being stupid: Got yourself in this PSYWM box and now you want to try that ‘Golden Dawn’ crap to belong to hermetically sealed !d!*ts like yourself. Masters are really students who have nothing else to do but the continuance of re-definition of one’s ascended self.

    Has nothing to do with duality: east and west, light and day, dawn and dusk, golden and silver. but more like push and pull and in and out… yes I need sex too!

    You need s&x too!

  • 20071101-Daily Diary

    Left VM for Chunk; Texted Chilled, Butch; then called Chunk again while removing Halloween decors.

    Both Chunk and Chilled are the same – plastic to their teeth. DNA.
    Got lunch for Chunk via 99 Ranch.

    Left for 680North at 11:00AM.

    Would have arrived at 11:22AM but got lost and managed to call Chunk at Chunk’s main home phone.

    Told Chunk to remain on phone until we got there at 12:00PM.

    Texted Chunk’s about ordeal no response after leaving VM when lost at Shoreleft Dr.

    Chilled came home around 02:00PM and then we ‘kicked ourselves’ out after talking.

    Both are plastic and felt they wanted us out. So their energies are screwed. We tried.

    Called Brat and brought my mustang over for him to remove performance chip, which was not compatible with the car. We went together towards Starbucks to recalibrate chip removal based on my driving habits.

    Twit called and I offered to buy food but she asked Brat what she wanted for dinner and then she claimed she had to get rid of the food in refrigerator.

    Paid for one venti-sized white chocolate mocha with whipped cream. Got me tall pumpkin with whipped cream.

    Drove around some more until Brat invited me in. Watched his new Nintendo Wii and Zelda. Then watched him play tennis me too and then bowling and then me too. Prior to playing saw Twit with downcast eyes while she chopped her napa cabbage – a sign to please get out.

    Maw wouldn’t stop ranting. Told her to take shower to remove aura. Curled and dried and removed her hair curlers.

    Removed rant from WB website about ‘Check Engine Woes’ and posted one more to show success over dealership gouging ‘ Performance Chip Removal’.

  • 22123-Chip Removal

    ‘CHECK ENGINE’ score:

    Dealership gouging: $0.00
    Brother’s resolution: Priceless (Well, one venti-sized drink.)
    Savings: $900.00!

    Tossing time!

    Note: Removed original rant (Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 10:55 pm Post subject: Check Engine Woes) regarding my problems with oxygen sensors. Referred to (Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 7:18 pm Post subject: Ignition timing) from http://www.warriormatrix.com/post-21894.html#21894 as one of my helpful clues.

  • 22116-Exchanging Ideas

    Hi Wesley:

    After digging around for my old receipts, this “hand-held etheric, chigger remover, thingy” (as creatively described in my previous post) is really called an ‘Etheric laser wand’ as purchased from cbswork back in 2004.

    I personally found out that in order for this orgonite exchange program to be effective, the parties involved should have a very clear idea on what is the fair exchange value of the orgonite items. Providing descriptions and/or pictures of the orgonite items is also helpful in the process too.

    Since this method is done electronically, expect to send lots of PM back and forth. Remember part of exchanging orgonite is almost like shopping for the best deal at your local flea or farmers market. Timing is also a factor when others are interested.

    A word of caution: Exercise careful discretion when sending your contact information (such as emails, phone numbers and/or mailing addresses) to someone with whom you are not comfortable doing business, IMO.

  • 20071031-Daily Diary

    09:00 blue eyed couple and boy. guy took three recess. he repeated eyeballs. I said balls. I waved at him. He kept looking at me. Very intense blue eyes. Happy couple seen walking from right to left on middle of OUR Dr. then almost got intercepted by white car turning right. They went under street light of MY Rd. and trotted happily into the night on the far side of the road where the yellow fire hydrant was located.

    Danced from 08:30PM after playing piano from 0630 to 08:00PM. Complained of stomach ache probably from eating too much for lunch and then sleeping for three hours afterwards from 01:30 to 03:45.

    Reported online earthquake after feeling that on 03:54 PM. Edited my post on WM website but was mysteriously updated with datestamp of 10/31/2007 04:11PM, which usually doesn’t happen.

    Synchronizing Posts Between WM Forum and Its Feed

    Hi ‘Dege’:

    I already Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2007 8:11 pm Post subject: Reporting Earthquakes

    However, when I went back to ‘Edit’ this post, th

  • 20071030-Daily Diary

    Saw skin head Indian or Mexican with gray blue ‘New York’ top and dirty blue jeans. Flicked him off around 12:15PM as we headed stopped at intersection of MY Rd. and OUR Dr. as he walked from north to south bound with silvery camera strapped around his neck. Maw angered at me for flicking him off.  Told her guy went into court and took pictures of boy’s house after taking shots upward of the Chinese one.

    Made three U-turns.  First U-turn. Saw red cone of tree pick up chopping big vehicle placed at my intersection.  Second U-turn. Third U-turn lost him to ‘Sage’. Reversed a little but decided to go to appt.

    Podiatry appt. then X-ray of mom’s right heel then picked her up. Coughing allergy hacking sounds again while she waited at first floor-underneath garage area.

    Visited Butch and Jianna at Washington hospital after receiving phone call from her mom at 11:00AM. Chucky is shit didn’t greet us; just stared. Auntie Ching happy and Butch happy. but not the crazed cousin Chil .

  • 20071026-Daily Diary

    Light flashing to my left eye as I turned to look left to the white wall with eye glasses slipping from the nose

    Mass.
    McD.
    Valley Fair – Amit sold us three ‘Wind Spinners’ two small and one large.
    Chemtrail clouds above house after we got home. Took lots of photo and saved to computer.
    Sent lots of text messaging via cellphone to turd and one to twit.
    Took photo of full moon and sent cell phone photo to JR.

    Yesterday:
    Received evening phone call from turd after he left our house regarding chemtrails above our house at night.
    Took photo of full moon and one long trail cloud in the evening and saved to computer.

  • 20071014-Daily Diary

    I sensed cross-wiring from this woman.
    Death of her children plus vivid dreamscapes – poor child!
    Who are we to judge who is right or wrong?
    They – the dark ones – believe they are right.
    Does that mean we – the light ones – are wrong?

    She asks too many questions.
    She is the answer to why these shit occur – Idiot!

    When I saw this Mal-cheesy-dicks, her story is suspect.
    My imagery is of course of bad dicks with cheesy oozing out.
    There you go. Nutcase but well worth the read.

    She has a choice to reduce her healings and protect herself.
    Or continue the battle and fight as her children does from alternative realities.
    Her grief over the death of her children may have put her over the edge.

    She was set up? That is possible and she has a choice to remove herself and shine brighter.
    They were working on her grief via these astral projections.
    Astral projections are not recommended.
    I don’t know how I came up with this recommendation and have no reasons as to why not.
    Trespassers are these who go beyond and believe they are right.

    There are too many references to the Bible. I don’t believe the Bible too much anymore than I believe in poop and hemorrhoids.

    Her colors – infinite ranges exist.
    One cannot define the many, infinite possibilities.
    What makes one color bad from the other?
    All exists. All is.
    Something about workshops meaning they believe the data provided by this particular sandbox.

    Those nasty UFO must be contained.
    I’m thinking and connecting to those alleged UFO’s and telling them to stop; — to give her time to reflect.

    Once again asking if the benign alien groups could interfere with her ‘training’.

    When ANYONE starts asking too many questions, one then doubts with Self and connection to Source. Individual results may vary with various Answers.

    Why does she believe her activities are from GOD?
    Angels are messengers. Take a hint and stop pursuing. Your masters are wise by not responding. They themselves know to step back and away and allow their students time out to reflect.

    It means you are trying WAY TOO HARD.
    Yes there are alien wars. Yes she is fishing for help. Yes she is programmed to believe these shits.

    And there they go again – USING references to GOD in VAIN!!! NO! NO! NO!
    You have been and always shall be blessed. Your life, your existence is evidence enough.

    Um yeah: The attacks are indeed getting harder on her as well as others. However, like so many others with unanswered prayers, well, I’m afraid there is little we could do. For example, my debt is piling up here in San Jose, CA. BUT do you see anyone giving me cold hard cash to pay off TBTP, who started my personal attacks on Bush and company?

    DO NOT BELIEVE THOSE CAPITAL LETTERS AGAIN. SORRY: WRONG NUMBER. SPAM.

    Refer ‘Battling the Dark Side: Letter from the Philippines‘.

  • 20071011-Daily Diary

    Thursday, October 11, 2007 1:29:15 PM

    Have you heard the tap tap on your computer monitors or the tic toc on the wall by an unknown clock? Do you feel like someone is always watching you or feel get the uncomfortable feeling that the boogeyman is inside your bedroom closet? Are you always thinking too much about others and suddenly you see your answers being validated in the post elsewhere? (Yeah, you remote viewers know who you are!)

    Get ready for those big surprises: it’s the matrix box! Linear time will go bye bye. The grids holding us prison on this plant is undergoing a ‘gliching’.

    love is always good but
    ‘evol’ to those who know evil.

    Based on my personal observation, my one CB range at least 6,500 feet (or 2,000 meter).

    Sometimes when enough is enough, an internal warrior from within one’s Self will scream out ‘NO’! This happened to me outside any session involving chatting (where those predators lurk), boosting (where ) and blasting (where.

    Hai-Yah!

    Lots of predators lurk in those chat sessions and I’ve avoided those altogether after my hard lessons. Group blasting and boosting work This will send a clear message to those ‘trespassers’ not to do that again. The temptation to always love with light and help those in the most need is not always Discernment is not always easy but with love’s rose colored glasses doesn’t always conquer all.

    when you least expect an answer and

    Tickity-Tock Tickity-Tock
    Time to leave this matrix box
    Big surprises up ahead
    Time to start more noisy thread
    Don’t you cry! And don’t you weep!
    Time to awake up! Don’t you sleep!

    Created Thursday, October 11, 2007 11:14:29 PM
    Modified Friday, October 12, 2007 12:00:18 AM

    Chats are fun and an easy way to meet people long distance. HOWEVER, the risk of being burned by unknown predators, remote viewers (yeah you all know who you are!)

    Group blasting

    I love clouds in any form . I make those with my power wands.

    Remote viewer logging into me 11:15PM PST 10-11-2007.

    Participating with team orgonite does have surprises for the noobs (or newbies). I was one of those folks to learn until recently from my endless reading and researching that connecting via chats/group blasting/boosting is a means for the exchange of energy – a form of currency between ‘heaven and hell’ (if you will) with the concept of ‘yin and yang’ (for some) between the ‘teacher and student’ or ‘initiate and adept’. (If I may: Many are called. Few are chosen.)

    Chats provide a fun and easy way to meet people long distance. While I’ve learned to avoid chatting online altogether after being burned well last year by a complete stranger with a sense of humor (HAHAHA!) and an undying love for me, I’ve not ceased to blast away negativity with positive vibes from the heart charka and boost those in the most need on my own.

    Once contact is made there is no turning back, seriously. I know this is true because being alone or lonely is never the same. The sense of unity is always ever present. Moreover, the results from some are ‘friendly’ because one walks away feeling free, happy and more creative, such writing prose or poetry (thanks WW!)

    However, some are predators who continue to latch on and suck the life force out of any unsuspecting preys, much like what vampires would do to get their daily boosts for much needed energy. This is what is called an energy drain, which could lead one to sleep for long hours to regain the loss of energy from predation.

    For those with little or no ability of discernment, like me, sending a clear message of ‘NO’ that enough is enough, that I do not offer my own energy, that I do not understand what the heck is going on and clearing one’s personal space with meditation, spells, or whatever do offer ways of protecting oneself further from the unknown forces of any implied negative manipulations.

    Nothing is lost with a little curiosity except gaining the understanding and compassion that everyone is different. And chat/group blasting/boosting is one way to find out and accept everyone as equal partners fully and lovingly.

    Note: Original thoughts occurred around Thursday, October 11, 2007 11:14:29 PM.

    I love you, you love me
    We are one big family?

    Okay ‘Shrimpsei’: What do you want?
    Fred? What is your deal with me?
    ‘Rii-Rii’? Still there?
    How about the rest of you? Still curious?
    Well there is really nothing but me anything else is all but layers upon layers of useless information.

    If you need your boost, I sure do not know if you are good or bad.
    Like I said, I lack the discernment to know which side to take.
    As ‘Garlic’ asked of me last year, I do windsurf because there is no one right or one wrong.
    All of you are in effect part of me.
    There is no escaping my hive mind.
    You are all mine as is the Bush clan.

    There is only us and not you.
    You believe you have reached an angel or God or Christ and the energy signature thereof.
    You people need to wake up and learn to stop logging into my mind because I am not all worth the effort.

    I keep throwing out hints to each and everyone of you but you failed to give me feedback or input on your progress. You expect me to make sure your plans are better than everyone else’s that do not suit your agendas. I will no longer participate in your chatting or blasting or boosting. You are all wasting my time. I needed answers and all I got was a bunch of noise – a bunch of monkey throwing their versions of reality into my face.

    I am not pleased with your progress. However, you all are willing to be patient with my current form. I commend you that entire least bit of humanity left in all. So there you have my input from [first name] [last name] (aka Fluffy von der Flynn Copyright. All rights reserved). Shall I continue to post or not? The choice is yours.

    BTW: When will you people know I’ve always been here? Duh!

    There is God somewhere, everywhere.
    Prayers work if in agreement.

    I do not understand.
    Your words are many.

    Um: Who is qu&&n!nn!&38? She’s cool.
    And Esot&ric T&@ch&r: He knows me, too.