OMG! If it weren’t for blogging, I’d talk to myself constantly. Everyday, I’d have lots of mental chatter and imaginations and thoughts that may or may not be my own. So whatever I enter into my blogs are supposed to be mostly my own creative work. But after being a contactee (so to speak), the mind meld is shared and expressed as either highly intelligent or belligerant rants.
Tag: Psychology
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Crazy Cancerous
People born in the month of July are emotional crybabies. They are also known to be `wild and uncontrollable`. They are born under the sign of `Cancer`. And like their astrological sign, these people can get `crabby` or snappy with their claws.
Another thought of cancers involves women who go crazy, not so much strongly influenced by the magical force of the moon, but by the way the proteins in their body attack the cancers.
I was thinking about a Discovery Health show on television, which aired a documentary about this woman who exhibited craziness in the form violent fits of rage. She had to be strapped down in the hospital bed so as to reduce injury to self and others.
The show later found uterine cancer and removed that from her fleshy body. I believe that is what happened to the Chingster. Her aggressive outburst and denigrating words to hurt others could be attributed to her STAGE FOUR cancer.
It’s sad to know that maybe all women and men who suffer from their own body’s inability to process out the cancers end up being misdiagnosed as crazy when in fact the proteins (or antigens) are the ones causing these symptoms.
To Obama and pals: Perhaps there needs to be more scientific studies to reduce cancer and find ways to aide for the body to combat these suckers. Or I would enforce and/or encourage more prayers to God, Allah, Buddha, etc. for intervention, if that is okay with them.
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Little Critters
The little critters come out along the sidewalk where I strut happily on course around the block of my work. They are reddish in color to match the various sized wooden timber (or tanbark) of the landscape. For the first time, I actually saw a red scorpion. There are red beetle, ovoid body, wide in the butt and point in the front. Lots of hornets or wasps are hovering over the grassy areas. I walk safely by them, mentally sending an “Excuse me” and ever so carefully avoid treading upon the smaller ants and millipedes, too. Am I alone when I walk? No. For I hear a few knocking sounds from a woodpecker. And the winds blow, calming my nerves. I’m at peace alone and without others and their noises in the lunchroom. Truly the outdoors is a place of serenity and fresh air, too.
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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.
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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.)
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In Depth Report
Notice: This page discusses Flynn’s personality based on a Vedic astrology report.