Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: religion

  • 20101208-Weathery Ways

    Yesterday was high-altitude, pop-corn clouds. During my afternoon walk, I saw how the sun filtered through these clouds. The halo around the sun was diffused in appearance. The air was calm and sometimes the winds blew icy cold.

    Today, it’s raining! Lots of white clouds cover the skies. I don’t see dark gray clouds. The front and side parking lots to our local parish was stuffed full. Fortunately for the twosome, they found a parking stall in the front; while I circled three times around the front, once off the side and parked in the back.

    Today is the Immaculate Conception.

  • Religious Beggars

    Last Saturday evening, we had a special guest – someone who traveled all the way from San Diego, CA. He was a priest with beady little eyes. I didn’t like the looks of his eyes. They were shifty looking.

    Anyway, he said that night’s sermon, which was mostly begging for money, err, I meant donations to feed the poor. There were envelopes of a black little girl with plaintive big eyes looking up at the camera. She, along with countless others, died from starvation.

    Now what is wrong with asking for some food money? I didn’t like how they used the image of a dead girl. It was gross. When the priest encouraged others to pass those damn envelopes along the pews, I shoved those into the nook of the book holders in front of us.

    Most of the parishioners were not very generous. Most of us got tired of the shenanigans of the place of worship being used to fund shady organizations. We know that the money won’t go where it’s truly needed, except into the pockets of the administrators and such.

    “I am hoping someone here would write out a check for $2,600.00”

    ~Old white-haired priest as he held up the envelopes high up in the air for everyone to see…

    I thought to myself: “Freak! There are lots of poor folks here in the Bay Area! Go back where you came from!”

    “Fr. Michael didn’t look enthusiastic about the whole ordeal.”

    ~Observant Maw about people and her surroundings as usual…

  • 20101206-Prayer Journal

    Today is supposed to be the day of St. Nicholas (aka Santa Claus), known for his generosity. Anyway, during this morning’s sermon, Fr. Michael talked about why he was wearing a white robe instead of a purple robe during Advent:

    “A fast mover is when a jet plane does a fly-by overhead, ready to drop whatever below. A slow mover is when a soldier does not move fast enough for not feeling well or doing so hot.”

    Today I’ve received an email for a settlement, which is more like a lump-sum on my head and my curse to TPTB for taking so long for justice. Personally, the amount is not quite so generous, although 62% is still a lot after FINANCE CHARGES/FEES! So go figure who still owes a lot, regardless of karmic or financial debt.

    —

    In light of my distress and to give thanks to the generosity of my parental units, here is a:

    Prayer to Saint Michael

    Saint Michael the Archangel,
    defend us in battle;
    be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil.
    May God rebuke him, we humbly pray:
    and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host,
    by the power of God,
    thrust into hell Satan and all the evil spirits
    who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls.
    Amen.[5]

  • 20101103-Tweaking Again

    I’ve changed WordPress.com themes again! It went from Journalist and Blix to Ambiru. I noticed that I could change the “background” and “header”. The “background” is a “dark pastel” variation of a dark purple color scheme; while the “header” is my favorite rainbow of color – of gay pride but of bird people, whose clothes are colorful, if not, “psychedelic” in patterns of swirls, circles, etc.

    I like this one for now because its a single, narrow (or one-column) theme. Again, I wanted a “static page” for my “front/home page” to give a “web-like” appearance of “posts” to my “weblog” of “posts”. Get it? I’m still looking around for a theme that has the option of removing the “Site title”; “tagline”; “header” and “top/navigation bar”, leaving just my BIG image of Satan falling down to earth. That’s me a fallen angel – aka Fallenduh! Get it?

  • 20101129-More Spooks

    On 11/29/2010 at 11:23am for 46:13 minutes, Maw talked to Bella who reported the jealousy of the relatives. Their insane reasoning for not visiting their brother is a psychological reversal: They cannot get along because Maw and her deceased brother. Now what is the world are my ungrateful, moronic relatives living in the East Bay (Hayward, San Leandro) are bringing up the dead?

    They cannot get along with us because of jealousy. They cannot find enough dirt on us that they have to use the dead against my own Maw. To the Feds: You know who these nutballs are – they gamble in Cache Creek. You know my Facebook account and you can view the other paternal relatives and activities via Ruch!lle as one of my cousins. The other ungrateful maternal relatives are An@lyne and Ang#line, who FAILED miserably to notify us of their deceased bio-unit hag. You can read about their activities via my second cousin “J@cklyn”.

    Per Bella, I’ve learned that Jerel and his family had to move back into the house of Malouse, his nutball bio-unit who likes to throw parties, even for a post-op surgery. I joked after learning about that stupidity years ago, that she might have another party for her hemorrhoids. My insane aunt now houses the in-laws who lost their house to foreclosure.

    So for whatever reason, I personally have nothing to do with these people. It was me who have created that divisiveness. But Maw, like my paternal cousin Shill, have strong maternal instincts and would keep the family and relatives together no matter what.

    As a result, I told Maw the other day and plainly:

    “They are off my list.”

    Sadly, Maw had to tell Paw this truth.

    I told Maw about the personal attacks from every direction for keeping a strong spiritual path and her faith in God.

  • Zapping Neck

    Since my sickness started on All Hallows Day, I’ve had this itchy feeling behind the back flap of my left nostril and somewhere on top where the Eustachian tube is located.

    So, last night, I used DC’s zapper, which I placed on my neck on the left side – vertically to maximize coverage of the throat area. In a few minutes and thank goodness the batter was weaker so as to not cause severe burns, my itchy, dry feeling in that area is gone!

    However, I’ve experienced post nasal drip during this morning’s 9:15am mass. The air was circulating downwind to my left nostril and I had to counteract the coughing spell with a Peppermint Lifesaver.

    The mass was made more horrible in part by the singers (i.e. the old church lady with a high beehive of blond hair). She’s a VERY nasty German. Ack! And her singing is not the best. The microphone needs to be turned down or at least used to club the singers over the head for loud music!

    I had to plug my ears during the ordeal. I wasn’t embarrassed to express my displeasure around tall, white folks. They were scary. Their skull structures are weird. Their hair styles are weird.

    The whole place was teaming with un-singing, non-responsive robots (i.e. a group of Filipino with blond and red dye jobs.) Maw had informed them of donuts in the chapel and the tall teenagers seemed spaced-out. There was a darker-skinned Pinoy with solemn look behind a dark hooded sweat shirt waiting elsewhere in a solitary way.

    Once again, the parish is teaming with reptoids and other crazy nutballs who are religious fanatics.

    But I digress. I feel much better after zapping the cooties away. If only I could find a more powerful orgone device that would cause these entities to shape-shift, I’d be all the merrier. Maybe for once, the place will be made more “serene”.

  • Halo Hat

    At around 6:57pm tonight, I pointed out to Maw (and Paw) if they can locate the angel in an old (black and white) photograph of a well-dressed family.

    She, of course, didn’t have her eyeglasses. In a few seconds she said: “It’s only a hat.” But I said: “Ah! But that hat symbolizes the halo of an angel.”

    Her Maw gave it to her so that she could wear it during the snapshot. It was white in color and encircled her head, much like an angel wearing a halo.

    When Maw was born, there was an old man who came by the house and informed my maternal grandmother that among her children, this one will be successful. Maw said that there were lots of new items around the time of her birth, too. My maternal grandmother held onto the words of the old man and worked hard to make sure that Maw will have fulfilled her destiny.

    Fast forward over forty years later, and now y’all know our purpose. Take heed.

  • Covering Christ

    “So according to [your] inner circle, why did Obama cover “everything” during his speech at Notre Dame?”

    ~The boy’s inquiry after a post-lunch stuffing of turkey and pals…

    “To deny the [existence/incarnation] of Christ in human form.”

    ~Moi in response to the boy…

    —

    Well, that was the first piece of crap that came to mind and out of my pie hole based on whatever crap I’ve read online. As far as I’m concern, there are those “good folks” who do EXIST and cover for Christ and his descendants. Have a Happy (or Grumpy)Thanksgiving, Y’all. God bless and know that God, Allah, Buddha, Brahma, and pals are NOT entirely sleepy or sleeping – just taking a light snooze, really.

  • 20101124-More Spooks

    My parish is teaming with “aliens” – not of nationality but of origin, like from outer space or deep underground. I recognize some familiar faces but not their names or did I ever talk to them.

    In this morning’s mass, I noticed a tall and tanned bald man with dark, somewhat wrap-around shades. He was seated in the left back of the “left section” of pews. In one of my many active imaginations, I figured he could be the tall guy’s dad because both carry themselves in a hunched-over fashion, like a caveman.

    After Mike asked me the name of the parish I attend yesterday, I told him. The name’s sake is similar to the hand gesture of “bunny ears”. A couple of weeks ago (perhaps last Friday or so), I saw another strange site.

    It was an old Asian lady with highlighted, long layered hair. One day during morning mass, she wore a light brown vest with fur lined on the perimeter – cuffs, etc. She wore a long-sleeved stretched blouse with light-colored polka dots. The image was an animal – a mind-controlled, Beta drone.

    The following morning, she wore a black-colored vest. This time there is a embroidered logo spelling the word in capital letters –  “OZ” on the upper back between her shoulder blades. “OZ” can be none other than from “The Wizard of OZ” or symbolically “ounces” of pure gold, like the golden yellow “brick” road, leading to a creepy, green-colored “alien” guy behind a curtain.

  • Recommended Readings

    Bah! I really don’t like the way WordPress.com images are handled, especially for “gallery”. I already have images of book covers by my favorite author in the “Media library”. There is no way to “reuse” images that have already been uploaded. Instead, I had to “duplicate” my efforts and upload five images, which can be seen on the bottom of my “Front/Home page”.

    I had to remove the “caption” because the title to each book is TOO long. Each book cover is click-able but it doesn’t point to an external website. Instead, it “redirects” the read to a larger image of the book covers and the description of this image will show the credits and the amazon.com link where one could purchase such fine reading materials.

    Bah! I need my own website proudly by WordPress.org but I don’t know HTML codes. So I’ll just still to WordPress.com and learn more CSS codes instead for the meantime.

    Oh! As I was lurking on the amazon.com site, I saw one of his other books. He’s got a religious title – yuck! And his middle initial didn’t look familiar. The one I got was written in green marker on the cardboard box gift and is the seventh letter inside the compass and the square. So tonight, I made another connection and/or revelation: My Vedic astrological alignment, along with its damn karmic debt will have been fulfilled twice – once by a “little giant with a big heart” and my recent headache, who got problems since 2000 – the same time of my being a “contactee,” of all sorts.

  • Blue Moons

    In recent news:
    The Really Strange Story Behind Sunday’s Blue Moon
    Joe Rao
    SPACE.com Skywatching Columnist
    space.com     – Fri Nov 19, 4:15 pm ET 

    The full moon of November arrives on Sunday and will bring with it a cosmic addition: It will also be a so-called “blue moon.”

    “Seven times in 19 years there were – and still are – 13 full moons in a year. This gives 11 months with one full moon each and one with two. This second in a month, so I interpret it, was called Blue Moon.”

    […] under the original Maine Almanac rule – the one promoted by Lafleur and later misinterpreted by Pruett – the third full moon of the 2010 fall season on Nov. 21 would be a blue moon.

    So what Blue Moon definition tickles your fancy? Is it the second full moon in a calendar month, or (as is the case on Sunday) the third full moon in a season with four?

    —
    Gee! No wonder there will be a dedication ceremony for a newly renovated temple! It’s viral superstition!

  • Temple Dedication

    Last week, I’ve learned of a renovation being done by many “interested parties” for the:

    Laie Hawaii Temple

    Laie Hawaii Temple is a temple of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (LDS Church) located on the northeast shore of the Hawaiian island of Oʻahu.

    Laie Hawaii Temple
    Laie Hawaii Temple

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    Service is tomorrow, Saturday, November 20, 2010 at 2:00PM and 6:00PM. The dedication ceremonies will be held on Sunday, November 21, 2010 at 9:00AM, 12:00PM (noontime) and 2:00PM. After the dedication ceremonies, the temple will be closed to the public until after the next 30 or 40 years.

    The parking lot has been full of people. I would have loved to have visited this once in a lifetime opportunity and at the same time visit someone I’ve missed for so many years. But I figured only “specially treated” people are ever allowed inside this architectural wonder.