Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: religion

  • New Sounds

    Prior to the start of last night’s mass, the priest announced a new technology! The first two sections towards the front will be bombarded with radio wave frequency for the deaf! Besides the usually high amount of radiant energy going through the bodies of the faithful worshipers of the invisible forces by TPTB and pals, users with hearing aides (i.e. Bluetooth) can tune into a reception and hear the sermons better.

    “Now isn’t that special!” as the Church Lady (Dana Carey from SNL) would express. It’s not so great because the people are messing around with the sound system. Tonight, the sounds of static (or corn gently popping without butter) could be heard throughout the mass. That’s not cool! So whoever didn’t plug the microphones properly will get their eyeballs gouged out!

    I couldn’t concentrate on my passages from the distracting noise! But thanks to my hearing loss, it didn’t bother me that much. Hopefully, I will get an Opticon, courtesy of the twosome. The technology allows us deaf people to “[sort through the noise and understand the conversation]” with either a small microphone on the collar or around the neck.

    If there is only a way to test the actual loss of nerves, that could narrow down the possibility that the mind of the deaf may have learned over a period of time to subjectively “tune out” noise, which include normal conversation. Up to this point it’s goes down to what the patient “hears” as loud enough.

  • 20110409-Dream Journal

    I had awaken and Maw recounted a beautiful dream. After using the toilet, gathering my notepad and pen and sitting down, I played Sigmund Freud and took two pages of scribbled notes on an ordinary “steno” notepad.

    In one dream she saw someone — an old man — who stole Junior’s clothes. She chased him out of the house and when she returned she saw the same guy. She chased him out of the house but up the stairs she saw guys with guns. She thought to herself that they must be thugs. But she was told that its their fight and the are to be left alone because they are just doing their business.

    In the second dream she was walking outdoors with Paw and me. The bridge was well lighted. We went down the bridge and Maw was the first to notice something in the skies among the clouds. She saw a visible craft, much like a UFO, but shaped like an ordinary crucifix. When she turned to tell us and then looked back up at the object in the skies, she saw the face of the crucified one looking down at everyone below.

    I then told her let’s pray and ask forgiveness of our sines and salvation of our souls. I then told her let’s pray with our arms outstretch and lying down. (Here I didn’t ask her if we faced down or on our backs. But after our session at 8:52am per my watch or 8:49am per my atomic clock, she again described the event with the usual outstretched arms and her gaze looking forward and down).

    *When she looked up, the clouds had dissipated. No one else noticed. She wasn’t sure if Paw had knelt.

    —

    *Addendum: Last edited by FLYNN on 20110409 at 16:14:28 PM UTC.

  • 20110405-More Spooks

    Unlike yesterday’s brief greeting by an old Filipina golfer with the wooden teeth and her husband who asked of me: “How’s’ work”, this morning’s mass went without incident.

    Sometimes and whenever there is little to no crowd or whenever the three of us are NOT in a hurry, I would shake the hand of the priest, who normally stands outdoors and just beyond the lobby.

    This morning I shook the hand of Father Michael and instead of responding to my “Good morning”, he offered a slight nod of his head for the first time. I then mumbled: “Merci”. Perhaps, the cat’s got his tongue or he’s got a gerbil in this throat. Who knows?

  • 20110404-Prayer Journal

    I checked my email a few minutes ago and noticed how personal emails were forwarded and shared from other personal emails. The original email showed 13 “Paintings of Christ” and an easy message: “If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father.”

    —

    Here is a 22-word prayer meant to be shared with your family and friends:

    “FATHER,

    WALK THROUGH MY HOUSE

    AND

    TAKE AWAY ALL MY WORRIES

    AND

    ILLNESSES;

    AND

    PLEASE WATCH OVER

    AND

    HEAL MY FAMILY.

    AMEN.”

    —
    Concentrate on this sentence: “‘To get something you never had, you have to do something you never did.” Interpretation: When God takes something from your grasp, He’s not punishing you, but merely opening your hands to receive something better.

    Concentrate on this sentence: “The will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.” Interpretation: Something good will happen to you today; something that you have been waiting to hear.

    —

    The test really is not what is coming to you but what is coming from you. Again, the world operates in the reverse.

  • 20110402-More Spooks

    This evening, we attended a religious event for the “Prelate of Honor“. I had Shrimpsei’s OtterBox buzzing away in my black, leather handbag, which was much heavier since I carried my digital camera and two small bottled water in case we gagged from the stuffy air.

    In front of me sat four “white people”. The second woman from the left was as tall as the fourth man from the right. She had on a textured blue jacket. The tall woman left at around 6:15pm and returned to her seat at 6:25pm. She had at least one noticeable facial bump on her face. I “sensed” that perhaps the frequency of this orgone device was not comfortable for her.

    The tall man had a facial coloration of DEEP “tanned” red. The Bishop actually waved quite profusely at this guy en route to the exit after the conferral. The OtterBox was directly underneath the chair of the VERY doughy-armed wife, who sat to the left of her “red-faced” husband. There were other “white men” with deep red coloration to their facial skin. Most of them are active in the “Knights of Columbus”.

    The Bishop kept fiddling with his long “necklace” hanging down the front of his chest. During the homily, I can’t help but stare at his shiny, bald forehead. My mind created a long-necked Grey overlaying the guy. The eyes and head would cover the entire forehead, the long neck would terminate below the chin and the rest was a blur. I really did see a “shifting” through both my squinted eyes.

    The OtterBox of buzzing away in my HEAVY handbag the whole time. While closing my eyes during several quick meditations, I was “claiming” that area back to “God”. So I talked to any and all the connected “grid” to this place and prayed for clearing and balancing. Lo and behold! Upon exiting the Cathedral, I did notice how the gray cloudiness of MY CITY has been CLEARED as far as the eyes can see, except some fluffy, puffy gray clouds south of Mt. Hamilton.

    But Maw doesn’t believe me as I tried to explain the correlation between orgone and nice weather while walking back from the Cathedral to the Fairmont Hotel parking garage. Paw neither seemed to care what I had said or to understand much nowadays. The sunshine was hiding behind lots of overcast as gray clouds when I had taken the photo with the priest earlier that evening, by the way, and it had come out after I took the two photos – one showing Paw and him shaking hands and then the three of them posing for MY camera.

    P.S. There were two, dark-skinned “Asian” nuns sitting directly behind me. They were wearing dark, navy blue outfits. I didn’t sense anything about them.

  • Prelate of Honor

    The three of us attended an “Evening Prayer For The Conferral of Ecclesiastical Honors” on April 2, 2011 at the “Cathedral Basilica Of Saint Joseph – Diocese of San Jose, CA”.

    Chaplains To His Holiness:

    • Monsignor Jeronimo Gutierrez
    • Monsignor Wilfredo S. Manrique
    • Monsignor Hien Minh Nguyen
    • Monsignor Eugene Patrick O’Donnell
    • Monsignor Francisco David Rios

    Prelate of Honor:

    • Monsignor Stephen F. Perata

    Bishop of San Jose:

    • Most Reverend Patrick J. McGrath

    —
    The three of us left at 4:33pm. We parked at the Fremont Hotel garage (P1) and were undecided where to get out and pressed the “L” button, which lead us to the lobby of the hotel.

    After asking which way to the Cathedral, we found ourselves inside the building and meeting the droopy-eyed parishioner, who kindly lead us to the restroom, which is an entrance way to the Loyal Hall where we had our reception after the conferral.

    As we emerged from the alleyway towards the front of the Cathedral, we saw Father Perata come in from the side gate. He talked with my parents and I took their picture together. He then blessed us with his right hand and I thought he forgot me. He said to me: “You’re just bashful.” “Yeah you know me.” I replied. In response, he said something to me about: “Old “deadpan“.

    Prelate of Honor
    Monsignor Stephen F. Perata posing with my parents at the Cathedral Basilica of Saint Joseph (San Jose, CA).

     

    After retrieving two small bottled water from Paw’s Mazda Protege, I had to sit away from my parents because the Chinese lady who ALWAYS coughs during weekday morning masses managed to grab my chair. I had to sit next to a Filipina friend of an couple who is “active” politically.

    My “saved seat” was fifth chair from the middle-most aisle of the Cathedral. It was the fourth row nearest the recessed display of the crucified “Christ” and crew. I was wearing a WARM fuzzy, purple-colored, turtle neck, short-sleeved sweater. I had to take off my THICKER, acrylic sweater.

    From exactly 6:00pm to around 6:35pm, the celebration was mostly singing in the Hispanic flavor that is San Jose. It happens to be the 30th Anniversary of the Cathedral (1981 – 2011).

    P.S. I didn’t know how to use the garage ticket. and after a couple of attempts of swiping both the ticket and my card into the exit machine, we figured out how to use the PAY MACHINE near the elevators with cash for
    $6.00!

  • Powerful Message

    It may be up to us to effect the changes we want and need. But it is also “God’s will” to allow these heartless entities more time to learn how to regain their souls, if any. That’s why people continue to pay into the system with their own lives, if necessary.

  • Hugging Aura

    Today I’ve received two hugs from the “Tai Chi Master”. The old guy is a friggin’ dog! What’s up with these people? It’s a good thing that I left that company. I swear! I’m not into multiculturalism or faggotism. They’re freaks, friendly or not! Just go away and hug your own kinds! Geez! Creepy!

    Anyway, I broke the news to him this morning in the break area 255. He was shocked and so was this older Asian lady who had a strange way of putting eyeliner far below the hairline of her lower eyelids. The stocks went up and then suddenly down. I don’t know what happened but it’s reality. (Hehehe!)

    So prior to 5:30pm, one temp actually came over to shake hands and wish me good luck. Four more other full-time guys from this department did the same. And then the “Tai Chi Master” came over to shake my hand twice again, gave me his business card, and got another hug! The temp girl wanted us to walk downstairs.

    After reading the Mew Meister’s re-posted article about “Twin Flames, Sexuality and Your Aura” on the purple-colored, WW forum site, I’m not buying into the original author’s twisted tale. I do like reading about “weird stuff” but if living life to the fullest means to trim a morality standard, I won’t care. Does that mean I’m a virgin? Nope! I means I didn’t feel a thing! Get it? Stop messing with the truth, people!

    Just shaking hands tells me a lot the person. One hand felt bony and not “human” enough. A couple of people with “crispy” palm texture were vibrating at reptilian levels. (Long ago, I had shook hands with two VERY tall “legal warriors” who are watered-down “Christ-followers”, or merely Mormons from their little photo prayer card of the primary Temple on a counter display. Their hands were definitely vibrating “crispy”). The rest felt normal to the “human” touch.

    As for the hugs I cannot tell if they are sincere or sucking out my life force. I’m still trying to figure out who is my “twin flame”, seriously. I have not clue but continue to send him/her/it/whatever love, if any left, or if hugging a relative of said “twin flame” is close enough. How does it make you feel to be cheated?

    It doesn’t feel good! Huh? Try telling that to a rape victim. I should know. It’s not nice. But it’s not nice to “die” telling a lie. And that’s what I didn’t like with the Muslim journalist. I actually was glad that her fellow Muslim women clobbered her and covered her face. It’s such a shame to do so in public.

    She accused Qaddafi’s regime of raping her. In tonight’s very brief segment on televised cable news sell-out, the alleged “rape” victim (I don’t know if she was the same one), claimed that one of the soldier wiped her face gently and told her repeatedly the word: “mort” or death as in she would die. She should die for being part of TPTB. Women get raped throughout time. It won’t change and why should it now?

    Now, if people cheat and rape or become the opposite on the receiving end (no pun intended here), wouldn’t that mean they are “balancing” the karmic debt? I think so and that’s why we need to forgive each other because, essentially, you either sign up for the assignment and forgot or made to never remember or that you intentionally chose the “low road” to bring others down with you.

    Either way, it’s good to hug and send loving intentions thereby negating anything unwanted.

  • Ephesians 2:8-10

    Ephesians 2 (Common English Bible)

    8 You are saved by God’s grace because of your faith.[a] This salvation is God’s gift. It’s not something you possessed. 9 It’s not something you did that you can be proud of. 10 Instead, we are God’s accomplishment, created in Christ Jesus to do good things. God planned for these good things to be the way that we live our lives.

    So two days ago, I had an early morning bowel movement. And usually, I’d like to keep myself company with some sort of reading material. That time was an old book: “The Children’s Living Bible”. I recalled asking Maw to buy that book for me. It was displayed near a check out stand long ago. My fingers riffed through the pages; my thumb opened up to a Biblical passage and my eyes read well.

    —

    I got what I asked for. Yesterday, I had asked God: “Why am I still working at this “temp job from hell? Surely, there is someone who is in desperate need of a job than me!” And late last evening, the boss broke the news to the temp guy and me: We will be unemployed on April Fool’s Day. That shock saddened me but I was free! Free at last! Praise the Lord!

    God knows that I’m not a good fit for the job. It was too boring and unchallengeable. And the location of my cubicle was so disruptive with noises coming from the lock clutch when employees and contractors alike swipe their badge to gain entry to the second level and from the noisy people who walk by my desk.

    So that’s good timing for me at least because it’s a good thing as always and something good but not necessarily better will happen. Only “God” knows and my fellow blog readers, of course. So I’ll stop cursing the “back door” users once they pay back my kindness in CASH, of course. It’s only fair if they and their descendants don’t want to suffer eternal damnation!

  • Reading Passages

    So two days ago, I had an early morning bowel movement. And usually, I’d like to keep myself company with some sort of reading material. That time was an old book: “The Children’s Living Bible”. I recalled asking Maw to buy that book for me. It was displayed near a check out stand long ago.

    My fingers riffed through the pages; my thumb opened up to a Biblical passage and my eyes read:

    Ephesians 2 (Common English Bible)

    8 You are saved by God’s grace because of your faith.[a] This salvation is God’s gift. It’s not something you possessed. 9 It’s not something you did that you can be proud of. 10 Instead, we are God’s accomplishment, created in Christ Jesus to do good things. God planned for these good things to be the way that we live our lives.

    —

    I got what I asked for. Yesterday, I had asked God: “Why am I still working at this “temp job from hell? Surely, there is someone who is in desparate need of a job than me!” And late last evening, the boss broke the news to the temp guy and me: We will be unemployed on April Fool’s Day. That shock saddened me but I was free! Free at last! Praise the Lord!

    God knows that I’m not a good fit for the job. It was too boring and unchallenging. And the location of my cubicle was so disruptive with noises coming from the lock clutch when employees and contractors alike swipe their badge to gain entry to the second level and from the noisy people who walk by my desk.

    So that’s good timing for me at least because it’s a good thing as always and something good but not necessarily better will happen. Only “God” knows and my fellow blog readers, of course. So I’ll stop cursing the “back door” users once they pay back my kindness in CASH, of course. It’s only fair if they and their descendants don’t want to suffer eternal damnation!

  • 20110330-Daily Post

    You cannot ever recover a lost trust. That’s why I hate TPTB. They are “Legion”, like the blind fools in their prayer groups for the “Legion of Mary”, the Babylon Harlot riding high and mighty upon her idol worshipping of Mammon and Morons alike.

    I cannot forgive a broken trust. Because I cannot forget what happened and why I worked so hard believing in their lies. And with those hard lessons and as a fool myself, I’ve learned to stop letting these and other fools betray my good faith in them.
    —
    Topic #88: How do you recover lost trust? In a person? In an idea? Bonus: If someone lets you down or betrays you, how do you learn to forgive? And can you possibly learn to trust them again? Why or why not?

  • 20110328-My Bad

    “Don’t let anything bother you!” advised Maw tonight while I massaged her painful muscles. “Why? Are you worried about me? If so, you do care but you need to take care of yourself first.”

    “But I do worry and take things personally. That’s why at night you’d hear me “gnashing my teeth” — the sounds of crunchy peanuts.” I replied to the “teacher”.

    You see, it’s my paternal trait. We do NOT like to be clowned. We will blame you for pointing out our faults. If it weren’t for these “human-made” laws, we’d use our weapons very well, without fear and without remorse. It’s typical of our “bayan”: So don’t tread on us.