Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: religion

  • torrents of tears…

    upon the roof
    it’s raining down
    of cats and dogs

    inside my mind
    it’s noisy white
    as pure as snow

    piercing my heart
    it’s burning hot,
    nor bloody red

    loving my soul
    eons ago
    letting you go

    longing for you
    fast forwarding
    forget me not

  • 20110217-Daily Post

    Long ago in an ancient land, there was a beautiful garden. In that garden was a fountain of water. It gave life to the whole land. Two gardeners were caretakers of the place. Apparently, the big boss of the garden was busy with other activities.

    The garden was lush and full of life. Trees, shrubs and of all kinds greenery grew. Flowers and birds colored the lands and airs. All sorts of creepy and crawling things came and went. Even the waters were teaming with swimmers and bottom feeders alike.

    Alas! The gardeners worried about the big boss. He was taking such a long time to return. So they searched high and low, day and night. Years passed into eons and still no sign of the big boss. They wondered if he will ever come back or died.

    But the gardeners continued their assignment until they got bored with each other and decided to go separate ways. One went east; the other went west. They agreed to come back coming from the north and the south; respectively.

    One day, the east gardener was hungry and saw some strange fruits hanging from a wild oak tree. He has not seen that tree before and wondered how it got there. Out of curiosity, he went over to one of the low branches and touched the red fruit. It glowed. Its fragrance filled the air.

    It so happened he picked the fruit and his belly was filled. His eye were open to various colorful arrays of energy of his world and decided to eat more and became delirious with delight. The more he ate the fatter he got.

    Soon, he got lonely again and thought of the western gardener and decided to head back home with his newly discovered fruit. As agreed, he found her waiting at the water fountain. Only this time she was not alone. Standing next to her was VERY tall, green-colored snake!

    He was so furious with blinding rage that the dropped his precious gifts to her and ran towards the both of them in fair greeting. An argument ensued because his jealousy overcame his normal level-headedness. But she merely laughed at him and wondered why he was still naked.

    Obviously, he had not expected hatred to fill his heart and he lunged himself at the alien and killed it with one blow to the forehead. The creature fell down dead from the wound of the projectile — the red fruit which he had in his pocket.

    The western gardener wailed in sorrow. And never forgave him for his rash decisions. For out of the hiding there came a couple of hybrids — her children from the creature. And the twins were deeply saddened by what had happened.

    No knowing what had happened, the children told the eastern gardener that he had killed the big boss! In horror, the eastern gardener fell down on his knees and weep torrents of tears! The western gardener was shocked at this revelation! She had no idea the father of her children was the big boss.

    All this time, both had been dedicating their, tireless hard work in keeping the beautiful garden for the big boss. Now that he is dead, all that they could do is move on with their lives. Sadly, the gardeners buried their big boss, said a few words of thanks and gratitude and decided to take care of the children.

    Together they raised more children together and lived happily ever after.

    Post script: The only crime here was love.
    —
    Topic #49: Describe the perfect crime. A crime that could take place somewhere you know, or at a company you’ve heard of, or even in the future or the past. Something where either it’d be impossible to get caught, or that somehow no one (who didn’t deserve it) would be hurt. Bonus: by definition, is a perfect crime ever possible?

  • Pharos Beacon

    Beacon of Light, Beacon of Light!
    Why do you shine so bright?
    I cannot see your smiling face.
    But your pinkest, sunshine rays. Oh!
    Beacon of Light, Beacon of Light!
    What do you want from me?
    Do you need my help? Do you need my love?
    You know I’ll be there for you.

    Beacon of Light, Beacon of Light!
    When can we meet at last?
    Oh, take my hand. Let us walk on the sand.
    To the sea of love, so vast. Oh!
    Beacon of Light, Beacon of Light!
    How do you know my thoughts?
    Take my heart and my soul.
    Let me wiggle my toes,
    Upon your foamy and watery shores.

    —

    Author’s note: Inspiration was from a photo of a sunrise at a beach and a gospel song. It almost sounds like a marriage proposal. Bah!

    Below is the original lyrics to the song.

    MOTHER OF CHRIST, MOTHER OF CHRIST
    WHAT SHALL I ASK OF THEE?
    I DO NOT SIGH FOR THE WEALTH OF EARTH
    FOR THE JOYS THAT FADE AND FLEE, BUT…
    MOTHER OF CHRIST, MOTHER OF CHRIST
    THIS DO I LONG TO SEE
    THE BLISS UNTOLD WHICH YOUR ARMS ENFOLD
    THE TREASURE UPON YOUR KNEE

    MOTHER OF CHRIST, MOTHER OF CHRIST
    I TOSS ON A STORMY SEA
    OH LIFT YOUR CHILD AS A BEACON LIGHT
    TO THE PORT WHERE I FAIN WOULD BE, AND…
    MOTHER OF CHRIST, MOTHER OF CHRIST
    THIS DO I ASK OF THEE
    WHEN THE VOYAGE IS O’ER
    OH STAND ON THE SHORE
    AND SHOW HIM AT LAST TO ME

  • 20110213-More Spooks

    American Wheelchair Mission — A Global Wheelchair Mission Partner — Changing Lives Through Mobility

    The American Wheelchair Mission is a non-profit organization with a goal to deliver brand new, free wheelchairs and mobility aids to physically disabled children, teens and adults throughout the world who are without mobility or the means to acquire a wheelchair. With a strong focus on the needs of Children in Latin America, the American Wheelchair Mission will continue to change the lives of entire families with the gifts of hope, dignity, freedom and independence.

    Your participation can make the dreams of children come true!

    During this morning’s mass at 10:45am, the choir sang with more animation, almost as if they were uplifted in spirit. They used to sing with seriousness and in depressing tones when the choir master was still alive. During the funeral mass of the choir master long ago, I noticed the narrow facial bones and sharp jawlines when l shook the hands of the daughter and mother.

    Anyway, instead of the dark-skinned, very short Filipino priest saying the sermon, a 4th degree member of the Knights of Columbus was invited to speak about their mission — wheelchairs. There was a yellow-colored wheelchair in front of the alter.

    He showed us a video of some parishioners from Laredo, Texas receiving their wheelchairs. Normally, I would keep my cool. But because today I had my PMS, I shed some tears when I saw how a young boy lost his legs to infection and other elderly residents got their wheelchairs.

    I was truly moved by the short video and for a tax-deductible $25.00 donation, I would get a pin! I showed my $20 and $5 bills in cash to Maw but she suggested a different amount. I noticed most parishioners were mostly Asians and not interested. I was disheartened to see not many participated by placing their hard-earned money in to the “second collection” baskets but I did see an elderly couple pull a few envelopes from the pew. The website of the organization was imprinted on the envelop and perhaps they would donate later online.

    Here is an image of my new pin:

    Wheelchair Mission
    Wheelchair Mission

    —
    Of course, Maw and Paw were not interested but we did notice how lots of groups seem to be “infiltrating” our parish for “good causes”. I was told over ten slong years ago to be careful about charitable organizations. At this point, I felt that the “fellow brothers” were doing honest work. And if I find out they are pocketing the peoples’ money, so help me God!

    After their mission work here at our parish, the “fellow brothers” will go to Vietnam and then to the Philippines. Oh, that’s nice.

  • 20110210-Trying Themes

    Ahhh! I got bored again and it’s 1:00am in the morning. I’ve switched themes within the last 24 hours and just reverted back to the Sandbox 1.6.2 theme by plaintxt.org. I’ll never be happy until team WordPress.com comes out with a theme that has nice boxes for my “magazine” layout. Each box will contain areas of the most recent updates. That way the reader won’t have to use that nasty scrollbar — up and down!

    So what do I have this time? With my paid CSS upgrade, I call my new color scheme “Mosque White”. I’m not a practicing Moslem but the color scheme is supposed to be “pure white” and holy like God. The “web-safe” colors are supposed to load up much faster but slower with a header and/or background image.

    Basically, I like how the theme handles the templates for the Archives and Links. Plus, the meta entry data for my preferred TIMESTAMPS appear on both the index and single page views. As for other amenities, there is a custom menu. This leaves the sidebar free for a few choice items, such as a search bar, two image widgets, calendar, categories, tags, askimet and blog stats.

    So I give up! I put two hands into the air and say:

    “Allāhu Akbar” (God is great)

    If I can stick to this theme, I’ll be at peace. I’m not sure what is lacking or not. I’m still not feeling this layout. Whatever! I’m goind to sleep now!

  • 20110206-Prayer Journal

    In one of my Askimet spam, there was this following Biblical quote in response to one of my prayer journals:

    Knowledge is power. (Proverbs 24:5)

    I disagree. Who wants power? Isn’t power a temptation by Satan? Isn’t that what is happening to the Facebook CEO? I’ve read somewhere there’s lots of stress in trying to keep up with the tides of users and their complaints of privacy issues. Isn’t that what we are seeing in the entertainment industry in which several successful celebrities admitted to selling their souls to the devil for the chance of temporary (and temporal) fame and fortune?

    It is truly sad to that the Bible would encourage people to use knowledge to their advantage and exploit the meek by controlling their minds and “what to think” through the media — a powerful tool of visual symbolism and other Satanic influences. It is no wonder “cool” and “hip” kids are more prone to violence and, yes, angry at traditional standards of a family unit and marriage and at wisdom from family and friends of old.

    What’s the use of knowledge if not enough people would care to rise up and fight back for what they believe in? What’s the use of power when people refuse to take up arms and kill others who in turn refuse to see it their way? What’s the use of the Bible, the Koran, the Torah and other the religious dogmas and to higher authorities, if people at ground level simply cannot get along because of race, ideologue, religion, cultural heritage and resolve their problems by themselves?

    I fail to see how “knowledge is power”. I personally know too much for my own good and I truly feel empowered. But when I try to share my knowledge and in my hope to “empower” the clueless drones of hard-working, tax-paying, compliant American citizens, I get poop — a plain disregard of validity or their look of insanity on my part.

    So while knowledge is indeed power, I only have this to say: Do not seek credit for your existence. Don’t expect others to agree with you all the time. Only you know what is best for yourself.

    As Paw would always tell us about the boy:

    “He knows all the answers.”

    This is a profound truth from a man who has a difficult time expressing his thoughts in a basic sentence structure. Take it from Paw. There is no use trying to talk to stubborn people who refuse to listen truth. Each person will wake up eventually — drip by drip.

  • Bowing Homage

    “a deep bow of gratitude…”

    ~us boys on 02/01/2011…

    —
    Since last night, I’ve been having bowel movements. And today, I had several more BMs from ingesting organic milk to wash down the Dove chocolate flavored coffee pack from Flavia yesterday and the other chocolates from the Legal Department at my “temp job from hell”.

    And while struggling to poop the evil yellow corns and pals, I read an article from the January 2011 issue of my favorite “reading companion”. The article was titled “Make way for the wonderful! — What does it mean to give homage?”.

    In the article, the author, Alice Camille, quoted from William Stafford:

    “Little bunches of grass pretend they are bushes that never will bow.”

    —
    The samples of her writing are VERY familiar and immediately I knew that I had to blog about my interpretations of people doing homage to others. For example, Obama has already bowed deeply to the Saudi King, to the Japanese Emperor and recently to the Chinese President.

    In one of my response to Obama’s actions in an OPEN forum discussion board, I mentioned how Obama respects other cultures. Unlike Herod as cited in Alice’s article, Obama was willing to show his “submission” to the global leaders as a form of survival, not embarrassment to America.

    After all, Obama is reflecting how Muslims bow in submission to “Allah”, who is everywhere and everyone. I also mentioned in the forum threads that “[Obama] knew his place well.”

    As a leader of a great nation of this world, Obama knows how to show humility. And that in and of itself takes strength.

    Matthew 5 — King James Version

    5Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth.

    —
    With that said, I may happen to be one of a many lifelines for the boys but primarily for my poor relatives living in San Juan, Kalayaan, Laguna, Philippines.

    (So if you see a baby blue house, that’s “our” house. My auntie Aida — the stroke victim — lives there. The relatives have nothing to do with “our” TANGIBLE ASSETS, in which the property title was legally drafted under the United States long ago and therefore by default belongs to moi, the fellow brothers and pals.)

    Anyway, this morning during breakfast Maw mentioned that I might be the reincarnation of her mother, who died in October, which was two month before my birth in December. Maw said she noticed traits from her mother in me and how strong I am. I told Maw that I called her “anak” (which means “child” in Filipino) several times.

    I tend to keep my promises to take care of “my family” and my poor relatives as would TPTB would keep their promises and guarantees unto moi. In the meantime, I too bow deeply to “crucifixed” Christ during mass almost every day. I wish one day that the Vatican would outlaw the display of inanimate objects in this manner.

  • Behead Them

    I hate people! Some are normal and nice. But most are creepy and insane. And what’s the conspiracy behind the FEMA [concentration] camps and the air-tight, water-proof coffins? Why not just use the train to transport the naughty ones to their designated processing facility and behead everyone that annoys me!

    That’s right! Use a guillotine! It’s more effective and hopefully painless too as the heads come off the body and the blood drains from the brain. This method would be more effective in reducing the over population in the congested cities, the rural areas and the prison systems, too. Only favorable traits shall live.

    Today, I checked my email. And my email is usually made up of subscriptions. One subscription is for a Flickr.com account. And when I clicked the two most recent photos, there were some nutty messages which I cannot understand. Obviously, the broad has some issues with TPTB. I don’t blame her, only I’m not qute energy sensitive or exposed to death and dying, except my parakeets and relatives.

    With that said, death is the only way for the release of spirit and a ticket out of this world. For the meantime, people like her will suffer greatly for whatever karmic debt acquired over many life times. I wonder if bloody parasites from their cats’ saliva and such entered her brain — something about mind-control. I just hate it when people cannot deal with their problems and get over their insanity.

    In addition and during this morning’s mass, thoughts occurred to me regarding the Muslim Jihad and killing anyone who is not Muslim. It almost sounds like the Muslims understand about demon possession, Djinnis influencing the lives of people and the temporal nature of humanity. By beheading, one “lost soul”, who is tempted into wine (alcohol), women (adultery) and song (other pleasures), is perfected as did an imagery of the All-Seeing Eye of Providence and the Giza Pyramid missing its capstone.

  • Adjusting Creations

    Today is a Happy (Lunar) Year of the Rabbit — Tet Vietnamese & Chinese! I’ve greated many strangers of “Asian descents” here at work while they walk past MY back door and the break areas.

    I was up until 2:00am this morning because I couldn’t sleep due to drinking two daily dosees of STRONGLY brewed decaffeinated coffee at work and eating too much for dinner last night.

    But mostly I was participating in several threads from an OPEN forum discussion board on conspiracy. The topics were about Egypt. For whatever reason since the riots, Greta von Sustern (on FoxNews) would always announce “CHAOS IN EGYPT”.

    What is the big deal? The word “chaos” sounds like my spelling of “Keopsh” or “Cheops“:

    Khufu (pronounced /ˈkuːfuː/, KOO-foo in English), also known as Cheops (pronounced /ˈkiːɒps/KEE-ops; Greek: Χέοψ, Kheops) or, in Manetho, Suphis (pronounced /ˈsuːfɨs/SOO-fis; Greek: Σοῦφις, Souphis), was a Pharaoh of Ancient Egypt‘s Old Kingdom. He reigned from around 2589 to 2566 BC. Khufu was the second pharaoh of the Fourth Dynasty. He is generally accepted as being the builder of the Great Pyramid of Giza, one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World. Khufu’s full name was “Khnum-Khufu” which means “the god Khnum protects me.”[6]

    Upon hearing of the riots in Cairo, Egypt many days ago, my thoughts came as it were that TPTB discovered tombs containing more than one Pharaoh, the after-life food and blings and other technological advancements, such as a UFO, for example. And the public disclosure would have affected the already unstable region, nay, the whole world and its religious dogmas of Creation.

    Another topic of interest was about meat: eating slaughtered animals and creating designer meats. The gross videos and photos in rituals of animal sacrifices and of Jewish circumcisions, respectively, show both innocent animals and children suffering from pain and having blood drained from them.

    So while it’s supposed to be another New Year, let’s remember the countless animals and children, who fall prey to outmoded ways by the hands of merciless old farts. To the Chinese: Make sure the Zionists do NOT infiltrate your REAL/TANGIBLE ASSET, which is America, of course. Thank you.

  • 20110203-Weathery Ways

    Well, today is beautiful! The skies are crispy and blue. This time the skies are not clear but filled with BIG, light-weight sylphs. One long sylph appeared over our parish. I took a couple of photos in delight while trying to avoid near missing with other cars.

    This morning’s mass included a prayer for the sick of which two white candles are tied with a red ribbon and crossed in front of the necks of people. As a result, I got to work later at around 9:00am. Usually I get here around 8:45am.

    There were four surprises this morning: Four plants placed in the lobby of our parish — two red flower trees inside the front doors and two tall bamboo trees near the “outside” lobby doors. I shook “hands” with them (or rather touched their leaves). The energy from these plants are truly blessed!

    There were more flowers at the base of the altar and the usual flower arrangement on either side of the crucifix included lots of red and yellow flowers and tall, wispy greenery as an anchor in the back of the flower containers.

    Today, Theresa and I will walk around. It’s good luck to enjoy the weather today.

    Happy New Years!

  • 20110203-Daily Post

    If teleportation is possible, the first place I’d beam myself is the beginning of time! That’s right! I want to be at the point of Creation and meet God and all the angels. Then I’d like to see how I was Created and became incarnated as I am now.
    —
    Topic #35: When teleportation is finally possible, where will you beam yourself first?

  • 20110201-Weathery Ways

    For two days, the mornings have an overcast of gray clouds. Now the weather is beautiful with clear, blue skies and not a cloud in sight. The photo crew is still packing up after I walked around the block for the past fifteen minutes. Lots of dandelions roared from the green grass. The construction crew were working in the field of tall grass.

    But Paw called around 12:25pm because the boy was coming over for lunch. So I drove off to NB HWY 101 and managed to arrive home within ten minutes. The girl came over at around 1:00pm just as we were scolding the boy for not wearing proper clothing during last Saturday’s evening mass. I asked the boy:

    “Do you want to upset people for the rest of your life?”

    He is a good boy and handsome, too. As a result, and hopefully so, he will wear something more appropriate in public, especially around the church folks.