Prayerful Poem:
Angel of death and angel of mercy
show unto my kindred folks the angel of fun.Fighting and fun are not the same.
Finding lost love is not the game.There is no blame.
There is no shame.Angle of fun is of the sun
that warms the planet with its four golden sons.
Refer 20061125-Dream Journal.
I dreamt of being in my body. I saw only darkness or maybe gray color. I visualized making the sign of the cross. The four points turned to a circular shape of light. Each shape continued to light as I felt my whole being fill up with energy. I remember holding my glowing hands and arms in prayer fashion. This action of energy increased after praying with hand over the heart section of my body and continued until I fell asleep within my dream state.
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I’ve completed reading that alpha and omega story and how God valued us learning “nothing.” There is little else to share tonight except that lots of wispy clouds, or sylphs, have been gracious to show up above and around my neighborhood.
While all three of us were putting up the X-mass lights on the front porch and on the rose bushes, I’ve taken pictures of our blessed sylphs. They were so wispy that anyone on ground level should have noticed, especially the noisy cars that would drive up and down my road. I’ve taken two pictures of suspicious looking cars that looked lost. One was a black Ford Mustang; the other was a white Mercedes-Benz without a license plate.
The trail clouds formed but did not stick in our beautiful blue skies. One trail cloud form southeast and made a hook design. Then later another trail cloud appeared only with several gaps in the trail clouds after I stared down the object to stop its activity. Some trail clouds appeared in the morning but stopped by the afternoon.
Evening clouds of puffiness appeared as the blue lights from Westfield mall and the ranch lighted the evening skies. We ate our dinner and cleaned up nicely. The garbage was thrown by ‘Shiva-Paw’ for tomorrow’s pick-up, which is usually around Friday but has been scheduled for Saturday instead due to the Thanksgiving holiday.
I’ve offered to cut ‘Kali-Maw’s hair after dinner, I struggled a bit and felt my left hand cramp from holding the sections of hair steady for even cuts. I used my imagination by feeling where I should make the next cut. I’ve cleaned up with the walis, or broom, and then followed-up with the vacuum cleaner.
The tools were cleaned and stored away. ‘Kali-Maw’ and Shiva-Paw’ took their showers while I washed the clothes; browsed online and read my articles. I am feeling sleepy now. I am angry at the fat ass. Hate is the word to describe the system, their god, and their deceptions. There is no peace for me. Forgiveness is impossible at this point.
Their time is up and they should pay other before and after me. Love is not a factor in this case. Their efforts are lost causes to me. I have had my cellphone on the whole day, expecting the fat ass to call me as he told me on Wednesday. I had been disappointed again because the ‘night’ has fallen without any word.
Their lies will be their undoing and whatever comes my way is nothing. There is nothing. Nothing is the truth because that currency is an illusion. None belongs to me except. If karma does exist in the realm of love, then I have nothing. But I’ll lighten up with my usual dose of humor and laugh my way to nothing as before.
P.S. I have chosen to be alone. The concept is less complicated. If I fall, that is my own doing. If I rise, I am loved. Nothing but true love and light exist, no matter what happens.
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Man has potential
To achieve God consciousness
Soul evolution
Creating angels
Sharing love along this path
Helping of the damned
Two haiku poem.
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Raining in my area. 09:02AM 11/11. Lots of fluffy clouds. Sunset. 03:55PM 11/11. Lots of sleep the whole day too. Baptist knocked on our door:WTF! Keep those Mormons and Jehovah Witnesses away, 2!
I hate to say this but I am adamantly opposed to people knocking at our door to discuss their stupid passages from their stupid Bible. We were having breakfast that morning and we heard the doorbell ring.
My mother knew right away that these were religious folks. I have nothing against these people but wholeheartedly wish they wake up and stop looking for answers via the pages of outdated data that may have been re-written by old farts for their times and purposes.
So my mother peeped out the window, opened the door, heard them present themselves and kindly refused their efforts in her best manners as possible. I then got up and peeped out the window myself and saw they were elderly Filipino couple.
I thought they were Jehovah Witnesses or Mormons’ but neither showed up recently. I remember slamming the door into the faces of two older Filipino’ guys who where from the Jehovah Witnesses group.
The Jehovah Witnesses people got our home address from a Dorothy M., who used to be the seven year long girlfriend of my fourth cousin, Robber F. The sister of Jennifer M. happens to be the hyperactive Dorothy M. with buck teeth, of course.
The last time I saw that buck teeth was outside the front entrance at our local 99 Ranch Market. She was in crutches from having her bunions surgically removed. I didn’t care. She talked about former high school ‘friends’ and found out that the three children of Bernie V. were forced to be competitive models and they were snotty too.
We approached the car where her mother was sitting. I didn’t like the looks of the mother who didn’t seem interested in talking with us. The mother of Dorothy M. asked us to provide our address and her mother provided a scratch paper for me to write the data.
We said our goodbyes and left. I once again with my behavior screamed outside the car window saying, ‘We’re already on the list’. That meant I really don’t want to be bother by those Jehovah Witnesses who for the most part have come to America via their religion affiliations.
The Morons are assumed to have been directed to our home address as well. Now the Baptist is next because this co-worker by the name of Leoni R. happens to be a Baptist; while Randy S. is also another religious fruit cake.
I noticed (as expressed in my previous blogs) that fruit-cakes or nut-balls who have hit rock bottom use their Bible as a means to escape their torments. I know because I’ve seen this happen. They seem nice in front of their friends but tend to mistreat their own kin folks.
So my purpose in this blog is to show how stupid religious folks can be when they need to justify their existence. I cannot believe they would use this Bible to justify why they need to convert me to believe anything more than the Truth – God is everywhere, Theta and a love frequency.
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Sunday November 12, 2006 – 09:37am (PST) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments
Twice the ‘pi’ with constant ‘K’ to pick as the eleventh number, 2. Noone 2B ‘lef[t] in da’ dark when y’all could ‘fly in2’ the light. Lots of clear blue skies today! 11/8 10:10PM
Yesterday was nice and sunny with lots of high wind. Today was a sunny day too. I caught lots of hot air blowing from my supervisor while both of us were talking after work; on the first level of the parking garage of the handicapped lot and near a parked white car with lots of red colored berry stains on the trunk.
She told me the boy wanted to speak with her; so their appointment was set for today at 12:30PM. She seemed to want my feedback. Of course, all I could do was shiver while my back was turned against the wind. Co-workers walked by and the first batch went upstairs and laughed their black bottoms off loudly.
I told her to find out what the ‘pluck’ was the boy’s problem, if he wants to any combination of cash application and research and if he is doing at least 50% of the work. She seemed confident to let the boy go but I should have challenged her on what’s the hold up. But I couldn’t think fast and she continued ranting.
I don’t trust either one and don’t care to be close friends with these Pinoys. They speak their language well and I don’t care to be around any of my own kind. My purpose is to do my time in that rathole and leave soon. There is too many ‘spit’ load of gossip that I am not aware. If I do decide to report and intimidation, my work is the first place to look.
My blast has been edited and been trying to figure out if people understand my cryptic messages. People tend to believe their current truths and stay comfortable in their chosen boxes. One could see what box they choose from their ‘looks’ – hair, clothing, makeup and everything else.
I read more articles and get more confused. But I don’t care what other’s think. They all suck. I say, ‘Ef! Ew! All!’ Everyone is perfect. Everyone is god. Everyone better stop mentioning the ‘Babel’ because there are many other truths out there to compare. I hate you all, too.
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Ho Hum. There were about 73 or 74 people who came by to pick up their treats. Most were teenagers. One teenager complained about no tricks. ‘We are neither actors nor magicians.’ I mumbled under my breath. The cutest ones were the little kids. One was in a Batman outfit.
Most had their backpacks, pillow cases, plastic bags and paper bags. We ran out of candy and I came back with 21.00US notes worth of extra candies. Maw had to turn away 15 kids. But that is fine. I made scary noises to the boys who had no treats. This was to scare them away or from doing any tricks to our property. The kids had clear skin and most were Filipinos’ with dark skins.
The air was cold but tolerable indoors. We had the black screen door that opened to them. This was for me awkward and I plan to remove this metallic iron bane. The other noises were the haunted house of screaming women and tolling bells and the floor mat which screamed upon treading with one’s weight.
I had a headache the whole day after breathing in deeply to stretch my tight chest and painful back. The snapping and cracking sound of my rib cage from breathing deeply concerned me less after a slight fainting spell while sitting at my desk at work. That is how I got my headache – from breathing too much.
The boy at work seemed quieter and the effects of depression from the death of his mother is clearly seen on his face and heard from his sigh. He has been reminded to be quiet by the boss and make him aware that he is working. I feel he needs more healing.
Maw and Paw are well. And Maw’s kidney results improved from last week’s doctor’s appointment. I feel they both need healing. My eyes were noticeably tired yesterday per my boss. I had running left eye from Judy L., who was speaking too close to my left side at work.
I’ve read more articles from this teacher who is assumed to be a firefighter. I believe these put out the fires of hate and fear to return and guide the path of each person to love and light. I know DC would not want everyone to follow this Theosophy teaching.
I do not know how to pronounce that word Theosophy. This word is not familiar to me. I came across words familiar to me, however. I know certain authors from this particular forum know I have visited their room. He. He. He. I’m that good, eh? This is not-a-lie!
Here are some key words that I’ve used in the past via on my now deleted blogs: wish on a star and work like a mule. I remember driving on my way to work on northbound 101 one and heard two separate songs of ‘holiday; celebrate.’ and ‘wishing on a star; follow where you are…’
Then lo and behold on 11-01-2006, I see someone’s pen name with the words ‘holiday’ and ‘star’ on it. And within the thread there contained the word ‘time to celebrate’ as one of the lyrics to the song I happened to have listened a few days earlier!
Furthermore, these are the words these forum authors would use in their threads as per my thoughts: peep, moron, Templar’s, initials of JB, water (H2O), and of course dog bones.
Yup. The here and now is based on synchronicity and connectivity. The unity crap is all too real and is the plain truth. Anything we create with our thoughts is reality. I knew this to be true because events would unfold as I create – as would God.
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Wednesday November 1, 2006 – 12:26am (PST) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments
Today, after lunchtime around 01:45PM, I had to call up my contact person to inform him of my answer as ‘None.’ There is nothing left for these people and I will remember how I could not pay for my crown of 500.00USD notes. He had left three voicemail messages on my cellphone. He also called me back again after work after 05:00PM.
I cannot believe how wonderful the weather seemed today. There were lots of wispy clouds and lots of trail clouds too. The obvious clouds appeared as a ‘trident’ or the letter ‘W’ with a four arm to the left of this particular marking in the sky. The location of these clouds was due southwest of the towers at work.
When I arrived at work, I noticed more trail clouds near my window facing east. I was thinking angry thoughts and didn’t like receiving this email from a very religious co-worker. The email contained some Biblical’ passage from John 03:16. I mumbled how I don’t like Bible’ thumpers.
Later on in the evening, the clouds started looking like ‘popcorn.’ The supervisor left early at 02:15PM to attend the funeral and the boy left early at 04:00PM for whatever reason. The same co-worker who sent the email said aloud that she seemed to be the only one. That hinted to me that I should be aware of my environment that I am the only one left in the department.
So this is nothing new. I am left alone as before and without these extra people to cover my area. This is my peace for one more hour. I wish to leave this place soon and let these Filipinos work with them. I do not like teamwork and attending meetings do not make the world any better.
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Monday October 30, 2006 – 10:57pm (PST) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments
Faith is like iron.
Attracts love like a strong magnet
Silver-white but rusts
Revised to a haiku poem on 02-25-2007.
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Today around 04:00PM I took several pictures of one cloud that seemed very obviously shaped like an angel to me, at least. I was getting up from my desk to get a copy of one of my print outs and the blinds were slightly open to reveal this one cloud located slight in front of the towers.
I debated a bit and decided to take out my camera from my ugly black bag, unzipped the camera bag, placed the camera into my right pocket of the gray vest that I was wearing, log out from my primary computer and then proceeded to take the elevator downwards to the lobby, which lead outside to fresh air and clear blue skies.
There were other clouds near by but not has profusely as was yesterday afternoon, which had one long and wispier ones in the same location outside the front of the towers of Santa Clara, CA near Paramount’s Great America Amusement Theme Park.
So I walked slowly behind this guy in front of me because wouldn’t hold the door open. I veered to the left where this one large truck was waiting in the streets. I paused near the sign showing the companies within this tower and took my first snapshot of the angel cloud.
Then I walked along the sidewalk to complete my clockwise direction. I heard the truck pull out from his parked location; heard the gears slipped out of place as I scratched my rear end obviously in public and proceeded to walk while glancing to my left briefly to see another person waiting inside an ugly brown colored Volkswagen bug.
I continued straight past the second tower and onward to the third and fourth towers. I decided to place my call between the second and third tower. And I was able to talk with my associate and told him about how I received two voicemail messages from yesterday evening and from 02:00AM this morning both this afternoon around 03:00PM.
I told him I would leave my cellphone unit open in case he wishes to call me. I am supposed to be happy but the presence of angel cloud in the blue sky this afternoon showed to me how much happier I would be if people stop flaaping their blow holes of mostly hot air; listen to their fine hearts of good souls; and find inner peace of eternal happiness.
P.S. I should upload those pictures now. 10-26-2006 12:05AM.
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I came across this tarot card and the initials JB – Justice and Balance. I see that the left column with the letter ‘B’ is a darker shade than the right column with the letter ‘J.’ The High Priestess sits in the middle of these two columns, which looks like a gateway to me.
She is garbed in blue and white clothing from head to toe. There is a cross-like symbol across her chest. She wears a circular shaped headdress that looks like a moon with two horns. There is yellow crescent shaped objected facing her from the right of her foot. The background images of green vegetation and fruits encircled in yellow looks like a design similar to Kabbalah.
I chose Balance, the shade of black, as my right side with Justice, the shade of white, as my left side. The ‘J@ck B!ll*’ of Florida represents my pillar of love and light; while I hold the middle ground. Balance comes first then Justice. Those who enter discover the Truth. There is no turning back.
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Sunday October 22, 2006 – 12:52am (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments
I just had another stinky yet smooth flowing bowel movement at the toilet while sitting on my simulated, walnut seat cover. This was after I’ve finished reading several long head articles related to the Mark (or Number) of the Beast.
I’ve came across variations to this number, such as 661, 666, 669, 696, etc. Various areas from mathematics to our favorite ‘Babel’ thumpers have tried to provide their interpretations to the perceived ‘Devil’s Number,’ which is suppose to signify something superstitious.
Once again, I do not believe their versions and find much entertainment by and from people who continue to debate based on assumptions, such as implants of chips on the human body, barcodes on labels of our foodstuff or purchases or social security number or credit card for each Americanized citizen.
After thinking very briefly on what this numbered mark may mean to me, my interpretation is simple. The mark on either the forehead or right hand (or wherever conveniently located by one’s imagination) is nothing more than a tag by our curious watchers or guardians.
Those who open themselves up to the truth or knowledge or whatever possibility happens to match the frequency for certain aliens – friendly or not – generated by brainwaves (via the third-eye chakra) or by invitation (via the soul matrix).
I do not offer any interpretation to my subjective point of view except that advanced beings are also curious and have a purpose to share what they have to offer. We in turn have something they themselves cannot fully experience. This could be good and mutually beneficial if one side is not condoned as parasitic over the host.
Bottom-line: Those that think evil have only known this superstitious mark or number as evil, which may be one of the many programming errors implanted in the malleable brains of certain people. For example, it takes a crazy person to know and use the word ‘crazy’ around those that know far better than to feed them lies.
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