Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: religion

  • 20110131-Prayer Journal

    At around 4:40pm, I felt a missing earring on my right earlobe while seated at my desk at work! I usually wear four pieces — two in each ear.

    I went downstairs and asked the security if anyone turned in a missing GOLD earring. That’s right! It’s real gold — 22 karats! This time I felt very concerned because no one turned in my missing bling!

    I went outdoors where the cameras were located and wondered if it might have fallen to the cement when I removed my black, knitted hat (by Maw, of course). My eyeglasses were caught inside the knitted material. There was nothing!

    I went to my car to exchange shoes and to see if it fell there. There was nothing either! I went back indoors and the secuirty guard, who asked if I found it but I replied in the negative.

    I went upstairs and looked through my black, knitted hat, the pockets of my black leather jacket and my gloves. I even felt my shirt and turtle neck collar. There was nothing there, too!

    Then I retraced my steps back to the bathroom where I went to remove my long sleeve shirt and replace my turtle neck vest. I looked downward at the floors and thank goodness I found it!

    I went back downstairs to tell the security guards (including the cute Chicano) where I found it.

    You see, my birthday present was the four gold earrings from my parental units. I felt bad that I couldn’t find it earlier. But I continued to pray to St. Anthony in the hopes of finding something:

    “Something is lost and cannot be found.
    Oh! Dear St. Anthony, Are you around?”

    ~Jean Sh#ldon (Maw’s co-worker from long ago)…

    Here is another version on “How to Find Something by Praying to St. Anthony“:

    “St. Anthony, St. Anthony, please come around.
    Something’s been lost and cannot be found.”

    —
    I really believe in prayer and in St. Anthony. He has helped my family and me many times in the past. Once again, I’d like to thank St. Anthony for helping find my precious jewelry: It means alot because my parental units loved and gifted me.

    I really believe materialization does happen or in this case, it was where it had fallen. Somehow I just picked up a thought that perhaps it was in “invisible mode” until I came back to retrieve my missing piece, which was the larger size of the two matching types.

  • 20110129-Damn Drama

    I’ve created a new title “Damn Drama” to describe anything annoying in relationships. Here is tonight’s story.

    While one drama ended Thursday night, another one ended tonight. As usual, the boy has disregarded our wishes for him to wear proper attire while attending this evening mass. Instead he wore his cleaning clothes of blue jeans, dark long sleeve shirt and vest. He quipped to Maw while seating himself next to her:

    “At least I’m here!”

    He’s bastos!
    —
    Of course, Maw couldn’t look at him and refused to talk to him during mass AND tonight’s dinner of spaghetti and meatballs and Korean BBQ from Lees Industrial, Inc. (a catering truck). He talked about attending the wife’s company outing and the difference between her people and his people of doctors and engineers at his work. He talked about blocking Yesha from his FB account, too. (Before, he said that he blocked both the Shillster and Joh from his FB account but denied.)

    I ended up giving Maw a pedicure right after dinner while she nodded off to sleep. The boy tried to interest her in the touch screen of water pebbles. She went back to sleep. Later, I asked for the keys to our house but he walked away and said he didn’t want “bad energy”. He blames his work for not having the time to visit us. Oh, well, his wife and her relatives are godless (as Maw puts it), meaning they do not believe in a God, which is sad because most Buddhist believe in themselves anyway.

    There you go folks. He refuses to go along with the old folks while they are still alive and continues to defy until they die, I guess. Perhaps I should get a whipping stick and make him “see the light” of day. Maybe then he will comply or die, too.

    “The tree that does not bend with the wind will be broken by the wind”
    ~Mandarin Chinese proverb

    “The wind does not break a tree that bends.”
    ~Sukuma proverb (Africa)

  • 20110128-Daily Post

    Topic 30: What’s going on in your life right now that’s driving you nuts?

    Stupid, ill-mannered, nasty people pisses me off. This “temp job from hell” pisses me off because of the “diversity” of cultures. Most don’t “act” or “behave” like Americans (or look cute like cowboys/gringos).

    Instead these “foreigners” believe in the free-will to exercise their tradition — coughing, spewing, talking loud, being nasty — all of which are NOISE pollution. Perhaps, Obama and pals could outlaw unhealthy and stupid people from society.

    Am I rough around the edges in my wild thoughts? You bet! Not a day goes by when I pray these “evil entities” get thrown into the “Lake of Fire”. And maybe Creation will figure out a way to turn these “dark forces” into a nice urn atop of “God’s” shelf of trinkets and such.

  • Satan’s Rocks

    When I see Palestinians (or those without guns) throwing rocks at Israeli citizens/soldiers, I am wondering if this symbolic action is similar to pelting the “Pillar of Satan” during the pilgrimage to Mecca. Satan could be represented as the Jews, which could be “evil Reptilians” in human guise. I notice another similarity of the Jews claiming the land of “Israel” as “theirs”, much like Reptilians claiming this “planet” is “theirs” and/or that they were here first (or so I’ve read somewhere online). I figure Satan really is holding this planet hostage and for what it’s worth, the various inhabitants (with Reptilian DNA) on this planet are trying to claim their territory based on ancient “promises” or covenant(s). Oh my!

  • God’s Hungry

    Yesterday while attending morning mass, my mind was wandering again. This time it was about God and what food he’d like to eat. But the type of food is the form of “humans”.

    Based on MyPryamid.com, here is a list of what I think God would like to have for his meal and what types or groups of people would fulfill the various ingredients:

    Grains: Bread, cereal, crackers, rice or pasta.

    • Bread-Aish: Muslims.
    • Cereal: Americans.
    • Crackers-Matzo: Jews.
    • Rice/Noodles: Asians.
    • Pasta: Italians.

    Vegetables: Dark green veggies, orange veggies, dry beans and peas.

    • Salads: Vegans.

    Fruits: Variety of fruits. Fresh, frozen, canned, or dried fruits. Fruit juices.

    • Fruits: Lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender.

    Milk: Low-fat or fat-free milk. Lactose-free or other calcium sources.

    • Milk: Fat cows wearing “moo-moos”.

    Meat & Beans: Low-fat or lean meats and poultry. Bake, broil or grill. Fish, beans, peas, nuts, and seeds.

    • Bar-be-que: Africans.
    • Buffalo wings: Native American Indians.
    • Long-pork: Pacific Islanders.
    • Diniguan (blood pudding): Filipinos.

    Extras:

    • Soups: Pirates.
    • Spices: South Asian Indians.
    • Ice cream: Eskimos pies. I love that stuff!

    —

    So while researching online for Muslim dietary guidelines, I came across a generic article for Halal:

    Halal (Arabic:حلال, ḥalāl; means lawful or legal) is a term designating any object or an action which is permissible to use or engage in, according to Islamic law. It is the opposite of haraam. The term is used to designate food seen as permissible according to Islamic law (Sharia, الشريعة الإسلامية).

    Based on my culture, I see that we Americans injest various foods that pollute one’s health and spirituality.

  • Priestly Words

    After Saturday’s evening mass, the three of us got a chance to shake hands with Fr. Perata.

    As he shook my hand rather firmly, he told me:

    “Keep on working.”

    I replied:

    “We will.”

    —
    There you have it folks: It’s a sign that I have to work, even though I hate working with stupid and ugly people at that “temp job from hell”. For whatever reason, it’s probably better than staying home with a couple of old folks who are slowing down and forgetting things.

  • Accept Sacrifice

    While listening to the priest during this morning’s mass, my mind wandered again! I didn’t like how “God” would accept the sacrifices of FLESH and BLOOD. Then an imagery of White Wolf came into my mind’s vision. White Wolf came and offered its bloodied meat as an offering to me. It stood looking at me after dropping its kill on the white snow.

    In yet another imaginary “vision” during morning mass last week or so, I heard how the prayers asked for mercy. I felt those words were not so empty as the voices of the parishioners (i.e. the rough-voiced Vietnamese “reptilian” guy directly behind me) saddened me deeply.

    Despite their ardent sacrifices, which seem to be the OLD WAYS of asking for mercy, I cannot and could not foresaken those who continue the most despicable and heinous act of sacrifices. I hope they remember the true convenant wasn’t always that violent.

  • Dirty Mud

    Job 33 — King James Version

    6 Behold, I am according to thy wish in God’s stead: I also am formed out of the clay.

    —
    Genesis 2 — King James Version

    7 And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.

    —
    Yes, mud is dirty. Man is dirty and so is a dirty rat. There’s nothing wrong with being a vigilant citizen, who reports nefarious activities in spooks and bad behavior in monkeys that are hue-mens, who are sometimes labeled as “pigs”, which means they don’t take showers or clean up after themselves.

    That’s what I do best: mock humanity and their evil ways. They are short of being god-like and hopeless as cavemen. Men-kind especially are useless, except by their simple “phallic” design of protecting the women (who are really the creative force to life) and hunting animals to death.

    So while the mascule sun above energizes the feminine earth below; people are basically “earth-bound” to the laws of this planet, a ride worth taking but only for a few years until each afterlife. In the meantime, mudbaths are taken, cow pies are thrown and a good laugh can be had by rolling around in dirt, too.

  • 20110108-More Spooks

    Poor, “Minh”! She had called Maw to report another heartless incident with Carlos, who was being his usual nasty self. Instead of stating of his happiness to see her, he inquired “WTF” she is doing here? This is what happens when uneducated people are mixed into society.

    Besides the unfortunate existence of nut-balls, Carlos has an ugly face only a “mother” could love. “Minh” could NOT dare to report what had happen. I’m sure Manong Ben would have beaten up Gloria’s husband.

    It’s too bad our local parish is infiltrated with stupid people. According to “Minh”, both Dick and Carlos have “spoken back” at a priest. People are loosing respect of authority; don’t know their places in the community; and don’t follow rules because there are none at this place. And they just do what they want and in effect chaos does occur now and then.

  • 20110108-Weathery Ways

    The whole day was cloudy. And I slept for four hours and awoke 2:35pm. After I awoke, I smelled food lingering upstairs and went downstairs to check out what’s going on. Maw had cooked a big tray of pancit for tonight’s religious event – Santo Nino. Lots of creepy statue were placed for blessing by the priest. And people enjoyed eating the food. The pancit was all gone. The three of us helped put away the metal chairs, remove the white lines for washing, and fold up some tables. It’s all volunteer work and done in my high heels, too!

    Anyway, Bully-Boy looked tense. His eyes are wild, apprehensive and wide opened. He held his feathers tight against his body. I don’t know what’s up with that parakeet. Maybe he remembers Pimon, Bugsy and Simon. They are all gone now.

  • 20110101-Weathery Ways

    Today was freezing cold. The skies were mostly gray clouds. The rained may have fallen during my mid-afternoon nap until 4:00pm. Then we attended evening mass at 5:00pm without the twosome, who are Buddhist. That made Maw sad. It’s too bad they are ON THEIR OWN. The evening skies cleared a bit, showing some white fluffy clouds. The night air was not cold as we ate cake for the 50th Jubilee celebration in the hall. There were news articles of the church’s development since the 1950s. We saw old priests and old buildings in the photos, too. If it were not for Emmer and that grouch, control-freak Myrna, we would not have attended the mini-function for a few minutes. There was a blessing of the ladder for the Vietnamese community at the front of the parish. What use to be mostly white, then Latino, has become mostly Asian with a white, military priest.

  • 20101230-Weathery Ways

    Today is beautiful! The skies are crispy, clear and blue. The sunshine is bright and the air is mild! Although I’ve not received the usual email confirmation yet; I know that a long-distant “friend”  (and his boys) are happy because of because of the surprisingly blessed weather since 11:00am yesterday.

    After the 8:00am mass this morning, Emmer invited nine parishioners to Denny’s restaurant for breakfast – a birthday celebration for his wife. Poi, Raquel, Fred, and two others attended. I had ordered my first Cranberry, Orange-flavored pancake (2) and three more items: two strips of turkey bacon, one chicken patty and two sunny-side eggs for $5.99.

    We finished eating in less than thirty minutes and then left the building at around 10:40am. Hugs and kisses were exchanged and the three of us went home to change clothes, to poop, to drink our medicines, to clean out the parakeets’ tray and feed them. We plan on buying stacks of rice, oranges and spaghetti noodles as symbolic foods to greet the new years.

    You see: Rice means more food. Noodles (with its long strands) means long life. Spherical (or circular) objects, such as oranges, mean prosperity, much like coins (or money).