Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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  • 20060505-Amusing Walk

    The day was slow at work and I decided to ‘step out’ for a late lunch today from 01:00PM to 02:00PM. The sun was showing brightly with clear blue skies. Thank goodness the cool breeze blew to make my short walk alone more pleasant.

    I took lots of pictures of flowers today. First I went towards the four-story parking garage to take my first few shots of flowering bushes and trees in white and pink colors and through the side to take shots of small flowering ground coverings in purple and yellow colors.

    A South Asian Indian, who drove in a dark blue car, asked me for direction that I did not have an answer. He made a U-turn and drove away and I thought to myself, ‘Idiot’. Then I went in a same southward direction that the lost guy went.

    While taking pictures, I was intercepted by and met a new co-worker named ‘Sundried Ra,’ who worked in the IT department. He claimed he is an Asian from India and goes to the temple weekly. He had a white dot on his third eye chakra.

    He was headed to a trail for walking and I asked if I could join him. And why should I not impose my time? My life has been basically boring and this was a great opportunity to get outdoors and away from work, which is where I spend most of my breaks and lunch hours.

    The conversations started off with the location of the trail; who we were and what department and people we work with at the company. And on our way back, we talked about weekend chores and watching television or movies.

    I huffed and I puffed as my fake black leather pumps provided what little comfort in walking on sidewalks made of cement. I got tired about fifteen minutes into the walk right before the eastern entrance of two to the trail along the San Tomas Aquino creek.

    There were mostly tall grasses and a few California poppies of brightly orange colors growing along the trail. Below the ditch to my left and behind a wire fence of the employee parking to the amusement park were purple flowers of icy plants. I took pictures of both kinds of flowers upstream.

    I took a few more pictures of flowers downstream as I started to feel the heat of the sun on my face. There were bronze colored murals on the cement walls; one duck swimming and workers spraying recycled water onto the soil. The water smelled treated but bearable to the nose.

    My very first full time job was at this same amusement park right after high school and I was eighteen years old at that time. I remember working there with my ‘Revolution’ outfit of white shirt; vertical, pin striped and rainbow colored long skirt and white shoes. I should not have returned my name tag.

    My job was stocking inventory; cleaning the store and working the cash register. I sold teddy bears; candies; clothes and souvenirs of the place. My time there was boring because we sold little and I wasn’t talkative.

    There was this one lady who got up from a park bench and asked if I did sign language. I didn’t realize that my fingers were fidgety because I was burning under the heat of the sun. I wasn’t smart enough to have taken shelter underneath a nearby tree.

    I would encounter strangers as my customers. While holding a teddy bear indoors, one guy called me ‘Maria’ maybe because I had a frizzy perm and long hair at the time. Some friends of ‘Brain Events’, who did martial arts, came in one day to talk to me about security cameras.

    I remember not being happy about working then. I was grumpy a few days afterwards I had my wisdom teeth pulled out; disgruntled for dusting the grills on a door (which I didn’t do) and angry for sorting inventory (which I threw down onto the floor for two others to pick up after me).

    The faces of my co-workers are etched into my brain to this day but not all of their names. Most of us were girls and we worked together fine. Our supervisors were a shorter and meaner brunette who attended Berkeley; a taller red head; a shorter blond and a shorter Filipino with long hair.

    ‘Percival,’ or ‘Percy’ was a guy who came from Romania and was raised by nuns. He was let go after he grabbed and held my still recovering face in his hands. While still in his grasp, I looked to my right where two other people saw the incident. One was our supervisor.

    Another guy was into Satanism and showed me his Black ‘Babel’ during an outdoor lunch and on a sunny day. I actually read the first page and recall (a bit hazily now) that it had words similar to the ‘Lord’s Prayer’. My being impressionable back then made me believe the passage was positive. His girlfriend had the thickest calves that looked swollen.

    I did enjoy eating the chocolate cookies from the cafeteria and being photographed for whatever reason to be profiled or used as an advertising gimmick of the amusement park. The pay seemed great for starters like me.

    After some twenty years later, my pay is better and my job is secure. I seem to be happier at this company for providing occasional free meals; understanding (but crazed) co-workers and a fast computer with T3 internet connection.

    Today, I reflected on how my path came full circle from my first job a few blocks away to this last job at a high rise building. Or has my true profession yet to become clearer and truer in the years ahead?

    I know that my experience today with a stranger is a good sign. The various flowers of different colors were also good signs for me to expect more outdoor adventures with nature. Photography is a good hobby for my early retirement.

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    Friday May 5, 2006 – 10:12pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060501-Gold Luck

    1. Gold Zapper

    I love gold, especially my zapper from South Africa. The device arrived today in a white envelope with the prettiest stamps of five: one green bird; two green butterflies and two fish of blue and orange.

    I opened the package up on 08:55PM; dropped one of two batteries; read the personal ‘thank you’ note written on a red card and excitedly strapped on the device to my right calf. As a matter of fact, I was thinking about my internet order since yesterday.

    My right calf immediately started to twitch. This twitch has been ongoing since 1996 after receiving a nice red bullet like souvenir from my vacation at Philippines. I think this was after we visited our ancestral hills, which had tall grasses for biting critters to hide and jump on unsuspecting tourists from America.

    I bought this zapper because I like the idea of the white band to strap on the arm or leg. The contours of the body make for zappers to slide off easily unless secured with clothes, for example. The band is quite comfortable and not constricting.

    The freedom to move about is great while I zap away my critters. I have to move it around when it gets itchy or uncomfortable; could choose different parts of the body and not have to worry of its whereabouts.

    2. Orgonite Experiences

    As I continue this blog, I would like to share today’s experiences that may be related to my newest orgonite purchase. Usually, there would be copters flying around my house. And one copter did flyby my neighborhood prior to my 05:00PM arrival at home.

    At around 09:22AM this morning and on my usual road going towards Highway 101, I passed by a large white and very clean pick up truck. This ‘watcher’ did not follow me but instead pulled out from its parked position and made a U-turn. I noticed a ‘homeless’ cyclist pedaling from the point of my intersection.

    Trail clouds were being laid on the West coast hills of the Bay Area this morning. Around 02:50PM, I noticed a trail cloud above our twelve story building cutting towards the circular buildings in a westward direction.

    I continued to limp to my car parked on the first floor of the garage. My bum right knee was painful from overexertion during Brat’s move yesterday. And I hardly got up my chair from work because my knees wouldn’t bend all that well.

    We left the building to go to the hotel (on the same block of the convention center) where a meeting of our company took place. I intercepted a co-worker and we used the restroom; walked into the meeting late and, instead of standing the whole time, left some co-workers and in a few minutes found myself a seat on the very front.

    I clapped my hands like a robot cue; drank my bottled water when I felt dry and kept my face neutral the whole time. The main guy of the company was speaking at the time and I think he kept looking at my direction. I like to think I’m popular. But I am a worker like everyone who listened to the d

    The presentation was not that long as I sat very still and kept my spine erect in order to minimize pain from yesterday’s move of ‘Brat’s. My name was up on the projector screen to show people who worked three years and I raised both arms up in elation. There were a few that reached six or more years.

    Later the reception included lots of food, drinks and dessert. I ate only three sushi rolls, a chocolate covered strawberry and one hot cup of coffee. I took home a chocolate chip cookie, which I will eat later. I only talked with one co-worker from the finance department. There were too many people and decided to leave at 04:30PM.

    At 04:45PM, the sylphs continued to transmute a single trail cloud being laid over Mt. Hamilton, CA. The clear blue skies have made the whole day quite pleasant and this blissful feeling encouraged me to sing of friendship and love to the sylphs as I drove home from the hotel.

    About 09:20PM, this sharp pungent odor, which may be from a stink bomb, filled the night air. I immediately closed all the windows upstairs and hope my ionizer could filter away this stinky smelly.

    The zapper shocked my leg at little bit at 09:32PM and I simultaneously heard a sharp sound to my right side where my dresser is located. Whenever my system is jolted, there would be the sound of a rap or a tap somewhere inside my bedroom.

    3. Good Luck

    This orgonite unit could not have come on a better day because Brat is now living in his new house. Once again there is no co-incidence and the fact that both the receipt of zapper and his first night at his new house are considered lucky to me, at least.

    Two people, who found each other, are lucky and in love. This is like finding gold at the end of the rainbow. Rainbows are colorful but seem to appear a little after the storm. And the storm in this house is no longer.

    This house is now quiet and calmer after the fighting that has been occurring between Maw and Brat. I am not that afraid being alone upstairs as long as I have my nightlight while sleeping and my 100 watt light bulb to keep my bedroom brightly lit while blogging.

    My convincing him to live in his new house on Mayday, which is the first of May today, is a good way to start his life away from home and towards a new beginning. In addition, I couldn’t wait to find a way to get the faster computer and DSL line leftover from him.

    The first separation prompted Brat to call home several times to obtain his bio-unit’s blessings and to feel the comfort of knowing his bio-units is still with him even when he is away from home.

    We brought: ear swabs of cotton; paper towels and toilet paper; his miniature crucifix; his a magnet of two squirrels which is now on the fridge; his laundry; two headless Sanrio pillows and his two stuff bears of dark brown and honey colored Pooh.

    My bio-units lectured to the couple and we all had the chance to meet the next door neighbors, who are elderly Asians. Twit spoke their language and I too will have to learn by taking classes when I retire early soon enough.

    My new beginning is possible because this morning I spoke with my bio-units about cleaning both his room and the guest room. I apologized to them tonight and took responsibility for everything that went wrong.

    My goal is to clean up the mess instilled into Brat’s malleable mind and reconcile the hurt between his folks and him. I will provide only positive feedback and better counseling skills by asking lots of questions and listening with the benefit of a doubt.

    As in my previous blog entry, Mayday is not just for the hard workers or fertility festivities but is: good in the receipt of my internet purchase; lucky in the new life of Brat and golden of having hoped to further reconcile our differences.

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    Monday May 1, 2006 – 10:22pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060426-Blessing Dark

    After Paw answered the phone around 07:20PM and after he walked upstairs in his underwear to hand me the phone, Brat requested me that I come over and help clear the outside and inside of his property. He said to bring my smudge and I immediately got dressed.

    I fumbled around in my drawers in search of the remaining stalks of the fragrant sage and found two inside the plastic bag. I’ve not used the rest in the past six years and I told myself to purchase more of these plants for clearing the environment. I’m a novice but have learned to respect ancient healing methods whenever possible.

    So I went downstairs and grabbed two of three holy waters in plastic white bottles from the sacred space of our Christian alter: picture of Sacred Heart; miniature statuettes of Fatima and St. Joseph; hanging plaques of prayers; candles and other assortments of reverence.

    My vest and jacket pockets were stuffed with bottles of holy water and my cell phone, which never rings. My back light blue jean pockets had my circular shaped, magnetic removers for protection of my rear.

    My already heavy, black leather bag had the mini-torch for lighting; my two remaining smudges; a three legged turquoise circular container to catch the burning embers and a pyramid-shaped HHG for extra protection.

    I arrived at the designated place, which is my first to clear other than my home. Brat seemed to be talking on the phone. He wondered what this acid burned, red colored mini SUV truck, which had no license or license plate, was doing parked opposite his new house.

    Prior to leaving my home, I visualized my personal clearing and thought of only goodness. The first action I took was sprinkling holy water around the front of the house and then lawns of his sidewalk and front yard. Later I went through the front door; into the inside of the house and out to the backyard to perform the same sprinkling of holy water.

    I did not have any particular prayer prepared and repeated familiar ones from my Catholic upbringing. The only intention was to offer clearing and removal of any stuck energies. My next task was to use the smudge which I lighted several times until success was made.

    I didn’t want to burn up a lot at one time and had only a few minutes to perform my novice rituals. Brats’ friend does hers professionally and I know she could read anyone like an open book. Honestly, I would feel naked around her and have a hard time thinking nice thoughts.

    Anyway, I slowly worked the smudge around the back sides of the house and got to every nook and cranny that seemed too constricting. The place seemed full of pressure, which is similar to my head pressure as I blog this sentence at around 10:02PM. I later worked the backyard, which has been cleaned by a gardener this week.

    Next I went inside the first floor of the house from a counter clockwise position. I started from the backyard door to the bio-unit room, the living room, the bathroom, the garage and lastly the kitchen.

    I don’t know what the difference is with the direction of my method. I happen to be right handed and felt like I had to start on the right side of my walking. I only know that the smell of the smudge was working inside the house and up my nose.

    I slowly walked upstairs and marked each step, which are ten; then one miniature landing; and four more. I wondered if the couple wiped down the hand rails of the stairways yet.

    I got my bearing and worked to two bedrooms and walked inside each closet. Then the laundry room area started getting stronger. By the time I got to the bathroom area with one toilet and one shower and tub section, Brat felt his arm hairs stand on ends.

    My head pressure is currently building up more as I compose this sentence at 10:10PM. I felt something clear as my heart beats swooned. There was a section of two wash basins directly opposite this bathroom. The portal between this wash basin area and the third bedroom to was smudged especially well.

    From the third bedroom and its closet, I went through the hallway and into the master bedroom. The master bathroom was well lighted with two more wash basins to the right with a Jacuzzi bath to the right and shower to its right.

    The little toilet was straight ahead and compact. I didn’t like this tight space. The adjacent master closet was between this toilet room and the shower. I took my time in this closet and went upstairs later on to clear a second time with holy water also.

    They claimed there was some blood stains on the wall behind this glass door to this master closet. I said my prayers and told whatever was stuck to go away in peace. My head pressure continues as I compose this sentence at 10:15PM but not as strong as in the first bathroom scenario.

    I then used the remaining holy water to purify the inside of the house but did not sprinkle as liberally as outside. I didn’t want to wet down the wooden floor or the painted walls because Twit was there and wasn’t sure if she would approve of me wetting her new house.

    The clearing session was over in a few minutes and packed up my property so I could go home. Brat claimed the energy from the smudge was especially strong around the bathroom upstairs, which faces the next door neighbor’s house.

    A big, one and a half inch, brown spider crawled on my bedroom wall directly opposite from my blogging space at 10:20PM. I captured the big spider with my drinking plastic glass and used one of the note pad sized, page of my calendar to cover the glass.

    I showed Brat, who was playing his usual war games of shooting the enemies and he said to throw it outside where it could live. I decided to flush the critter down its watery grave into the toilet downstairs at 10:25PM. I flushed it twice to make sure the sewers directly below washed that entity away. The second flush seemed weaker than the first.

    Anyway, I shall continue with my story. We both came home at the same time with Brat five minutes later and we ate dinner. With Maw’s pleadings, we had to drive back to his home.

    I dug around one of the upright plastic drawers on wheels, which is located in closet across from our front door, to find a descent night light for the blessed statuettes that my bio-units bought two days ago.

    I couldn’t find any night light for the sacred objects and took the pretty one from my bedroom. It looked like a miniature frosted lampshade. I think I want it back because I need to my night light to sleep. I get spooked and bit suffocated at night if my bedroom is totally dark.

    We drove to his place and I plugged the night light to the right side of their temporary sacred space. This makes the house less dim and oppressive. Whenever there are objects of reverence, there should be light somewhere nearby. The inside looked much better with that night light turned on.

    I think this particular blog ran too long and my hair is still wet from my shower, which should further remove any cooties left over from my ghost busting or clearing activities earlier tonight at Brats’ new house. I hope he feels much better after my help.

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    Wednesday April 26, 2006 – 10:36pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060426-Blessed Day

    Today is glorious, which describes the whole day perfectly. The morning had some overcast sheen of white with sylphs floating in and around the light purple and grayish cloud formations.

    By noontime, the whole sky became brighter, clearer and bluer. The air is crispy and the vibration all around is calm and uplifting. Light winds seem flow among the trees.

    Today reminds me of rosary prayers called ‘The Glorious Mysteries’ (said on Wednesdays and Sundays). This is one of three mysteries of the Holy Rosary with the other two being ‘The Joyful Mysteries’ (said on Mondays and Saturdays) and ‘The Sorrowful Mysteries’ (said on Tuesdays and Fridays).

    This is a helpful meditative tool created by and for Catholics. Personally, I think the rosary beads is similar to any prayer beads used by other religions, especially her Buddhism. The differences are the prayers and the utilization of the string of beads.

    Today is a blessing Brats new house. There is no real connection for a blessing between Twit’s auspicious belief between the hours of 11:30AM to 01:30PM and ours being on a glorious day of the week. I like to consider both versions are good luck.

    Maw called me at work around 11:00AM today and I wasn’t too sure about going to Brats’ new house. I asked her last night if my presence at the blessing was fine with her. Her bad English may have been better expressed as more of an invitation rather than a dry statement my not having to go.

    I managed to arrive at home around 11:30AM and all three of us were in a hurry to get to their new house to avoid being late. When we got there, we found two unorthodox events.

    First, Brat was not present and we saw him walk from work to his new home after some two minutes of our arrival. Second, Twit was already with her mother and older sister. My first impression was that this was yet another bad sign but quickly inserted only good thoughts.

    The fact that she came first has smacked into our face of our tradition already. Both people are black sheep of each bio-unit by the way. So this is no surprise if they go by their own rules at the expense of old traditional values.

    We got out of the Mazda sedan and quickly unloaded the trunk. We heard Brat already getting mad at Twit for not waiting for both him and her to enter the new house together for the blessing. Maw instructed her son not to get mad at Twit in front of us again.

    This is because she will forever be clueless because that is the way she is and has been brought up with no understanding of basic etiquette before coming to America. Our goal was to drop off the items, talk to those people and leave right away.

    We believe both should have waited for us to symbolically bring in our tradition as well. For any new house, the couple should be present along with a few member of the bio-unit. Each side should hold at least something new to bring into the house.

    Symbols of abundance in food, such as sugar, salt, flour, rice and water, were brought in. We added a box of raisin brand cereal, cookies, crackers and chocolate, which Twit doesn’t consume. Other symbols of good luck were brought into the new house. These were new flash lights, batteries, anti-histamines, pain-killers and candles.

    Yesterday, my bio-unit bought three Catholic items of reverences, such as two statues of Fatima and Sacred Heart and a wooden crucifix. All four of us woke up early at 06:00AM and brought these items into the back of our church where the old priest was supposed to have blessed these items and us at 07:30AM. He was late around 07:55AM. Brat was late for his work.

    Brat left for work immediately after the blessing and the three of us stayed for the daily 08:00AM mass where mostly older folks would normally pray. I had to go home because joining my bio-units for breakfast would not allow me time to reach work.

    I saw four good looking police officers intercepting speeding motorists on my road again today as I did yesterday as well. I was fantasizing about meeting them but had to boil and eat my blocks of dried noodles for breakfast. At 09:11AM, I left my home to go to work and took my time for I was enjoying the nice day with my car windows rolled down.

    All I could do is be an optimistic person although there are striking differences between both cultures. Both Brat and she are in love and I do not want to get too involve with their mess. I am most certainly sure that Twits’ side did not approve but they too have no other choice but to play along as the three of us do.

    The day is both a blessing and a disappointment. I will leave work early today to find out what will transpire in the upcoming days (or years). My hope is for only happiness, long life and good luck for anyone who may have encountered blue days. The blue skies above, furthermore, should imprint into our psyche that better days are always presented in some fashion.

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    Wednesday April 26, 2006 – 03:55pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060421-Burial Bed

    Today is the funeral of the relative. I am supposed to get dressed in the usual color of black after my sleep has been disturbed twice by Paw who had knocked on my bedroom door this morning. I found my neck craned to the left in its usual comfortable position.

    The smell of coffee brewing into my bedroom from downstairs makes me hungry as the Sunlight appears brighter over Mt. Hamilton, CA to the gray cloudy morning at 07:07AM. The air does not feel cold like yesterday and imagine today’s funeral service is not going to be rainy.

    Paw replaced Brat as a pallbearer and I heard Brat say a joyous elation at 07:11AM that he doesn’t have to attend today’s burial. I envy Brat because he seems to be able to avoid the many distractions in life, especially from relatives that enjoy parties.

    Brat has to oversee some contractors working at his new house, which seems too small for me but too large for my parents to imaging cleaning. The smell of new houses (and cars) make me feel proud to know that people are able to afford their luxury goods while still living as human beings on this precious planet.

    Paw insisted that we leave around 08:00PM so that we could be at the chapel at around 09:00AM. I felt that we could have left the house around08:30AM due to the traffic is in the opposite direction. I decided to travel slowly and on the slowest lane on the rightmost side to get there.

    We left the house at 08:05AM and traveled at 60 miles per hour northbound on Highway 880 towards our exit at Decoto Road. As usual I have my favorite entourage of ‘watchers’ leaving their parked positions from this stretch of highway. There were three vehicles in total that I noticed along the way.

    The first two vehicles stopped their emergency blinkers upon my intersecting their positions at 08:25AM. These were light colors in beige and grayish blue, I think. The beige colored sedan had two mini antennas sticking out from the back windows.

    The third vehicle was a tow truck with its broken vehicle in the back. This tow truck stopped its emergency blinkers around 08:30AM near the exit upon my intersecting this position. I flashed my brakes to show I cared too.

    We arrived at the funeral home and took pictures of cousins, the eight paternal siblings and other miscellaneous shots while waiting inside. I felt relaxed the whole time until traveling from 10:00AM to 11:30AM towards the church. We had both our emergency blinkers and head lights on.

    The police escorts were very skilled as they weaved back and forth through the procession and while they stopped traffic at each intersection. I think those police did their jobs well in directing traffic. The scary part was coming back from the mass on southbound Highway 880 because we were too close to each other.

    The burial was quick as the coffin was lowered into the ground. I was one of remaining person to throw red roses into the plot because there were people crowding around that tossed their hopes into that hole in the ground. The ground will do a nice job of biodegrading the reproductive organs of these flowering plants.

    While waiting mindlessly under the heat of the sun, I enjoyed standing under my wide umbrella with wooden handles and a colorful stain glassed design of the Sistine Chapel. Our umbrella was by far the prettiest among the rest.

    I took pictures of the fluffy, white clouds and sylphs overhead as well as small purple flowers in the cement container of a large obelisk shaped structure, which had a small pyramid top. There were Masonic symbols elsewhere on the property.

    My Succor Punch from Quebec, Canada was buzzing away in my deep, over the shoulder leather black bag. My decision to bring this crystal healing device along is to help clean our environment. This cleansing did work today because a nasty monster had gagged on her spit (or post nasal drips) the whole time we were at the chapel this morning.

    She continued to cough throughout the mass this afternoon. Her waving me away won’t suffice under these circumstances. I forced her and her family to shake my hands in peace at mass. I had expected more from someone who failed to show face during the growing years in the past.

    Malditas, according to old Filipino sayings, are mean and manipulative. This particular maldita did not show proper respect to my parents and me, especially when leaving the restaurant this afternoon. I waved and smiled goodbye to her and her monstrous, six foot daughter but neither acknowledged my friendly gesture.

    Burials should symbolize the passing away of mean spirited people and the leaving behind ill feelings towards one another. Unfortunately, some remain alive to show their hideous monstrosity by not being nice. People should try proving to themselves with whatever means possible (like orgonite for example) to reveal those people who do not behave.

    Today, I am certain that being buried is almost comparable to those people who are not fully awake and continue to sleep on their beds without opening their eyes to the true nature of bad people, who need to be cleansed towards the better good and cleared from the environment for nicer folks.

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    Friday April 21, 2006 – 07:15am (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060420-April Flowers

    Tonight’s eulogy was as I expected. Prior to our arrival, I noticed there were sylphs hovering in the skies above the hills, which were covered with the greenest grasses and dotted with sheep and horses as the intersection to Decoto Road.

    We saw a horse rider on a reddish horse located inside a white fence in the distance. Both were looking together at the setting sun, which was to our general eight o’clock direction at that time. There were farm hands working to unload hay from a truck in our two o’clock direction.

    The service was already in the middle of the same ‘Prayer for the Dead’ mantras when the four of us walked into the Mission Chapel of ‘The Chapel of the Chimes’ in Hayward, CA. around 06:30PM. Brat had to use the bathroom. Both of us walked quickly through the back portion of the chapel and through the mini-lunchroom straight ahead.

    There was this senora with long curly black hair that didn’t seem friendly due to the many Filipinos milling around the food section. I was hungry and eyed the vegetable wraps and other carbohydrate goodies displayed on the tables as my stomach rumbled in frustration.

    The speeches were given by relatives, friends and this little old lady with very white hair. All the speeches gave a little background of how the deceased was related to the bio-unit and how he came to affect their lives that he touched the most. During the eulogy, my concentration was somewhat affected due to my head and ears were stuffy since 02:00PM this afternoon and as I currently blog.

    I liked all the speeches, especially by the same priest that gave me the softest peace be with you handshake and serene gazes last Friday night around 08:20PM after the last rite prayers at the hospital. He kept his face in my general direction, which I thought was not at all unusual since I am quite beautiful (I believe).

    His words were simple and spoken softly throughout the eulogy. I’ve come to believe his presence tonight is yet another significant confirmation of my many teachers that have been placed in my current lifetime. His eulogy was the longest and most profound that I was transfixed at his every word. I’ve nodded in affirmation each time he reflected my inner guidance.

    He did mention that the living struggle everyday with the negative aspects of worrying, fear and, of all things, mushroom clouds that may result from war; that the fixations on money, gold, houses and cars mean completely nothing; and that the relationships created among each other are of utmost importance.

    The priest allowed the audience to think how each is to be remembered when our time comes. I was, of course, thinking that we will end up as fertilizer. I wondered if he knew what I was thinking. (There were people hiding to the far right of the chapel and I wonder if they saw me. By the way, I was wearing a black sweater with red trimming, gray pants and my fake white pearl barrette. Hi!)

    He twice emphasized passages from the ‘Babel’ regarding the theme of ‘to know Him, there is no death.’ In my opinion, this is a simple truth and do not know any other conclusive evidence to share in this blog. I was thinking of living by his example, which means to become a pariah of some sort.

    Soon we found ourselves closing our eyes as instructed by the priest, who provided words of comfort and relaxation through breathing. He said to relax our whole being from the top of our heads, necks, stomachs, feet and especially our eyeballs. I knew this was a meditative technique of a guru.

    The priest in his final message during the relaxation said, ‘I love you.’ This statement was contagious and said this twice to an aunt (in-law) sitting to my left. I’ve been saying this more frequently every other day, whenever I felt like and with gusto. I am not afraid of making myself a fool by saying this out loud because this is the truth.

    Tonight was not another day in the month of April. Tonight was my expectation of people to awaken to the simple truth of living together in harmony. I know communication done in public, such as by the priest tonight, is not coincidence but a gift that exist to the few who hear His messages.

    My message tonight goes out, not only to a particular flowering Petal of April, but to everyone as ‘I love you.’

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    Thursday April 20, 2006 – 11:55pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060401-Be Well

    ‘All’s Well That Ends Well’ is a familiar Shakespearian play.
    To arise alive and refresh is a blessed event everyday.
    There are many sun shines when the skies are gray.

    The beauty of all is being lucky in love.
    Each person is blessed from above.
    There should be no doubt thereof.

    ‘Oh Well’ is a popular tune for all.
    The fleet sings of this single call.
    We must stand as the One or fall.

    April first is for many fools.
    Jokes hurt as their tools.

    Be well and be true:
    Oh, these are the rules.

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  • 20060401-Dream Journal

    A child stood to the right of a man on bended kneads.
    His head was bowed down as I floated in front of them with ease.

    My arms were down my sides with palms facing forward.
    I kept telling the man to get up but he kept looking downward.

    There were people in the background so bright and to my right ahead.
    I floated past the child’s right as he followed me with his head.

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  • 20060401-Dream Journal

    Around 1990, a small church was brightly lit.
    There were two black drapes on either side of it.

    The drapes drew back to reveal a blackboard in front.
    There were raised white letters that seemed smooth and blunt.

    ‘Church of Sin’ was the words that spelled out as plain in sight.
    I stepped back to look around at an eight o’clock south.

    I found a stone as large as a river sitting on the grass ground.
    ‘William’ was the word that spelled on that brown stony mound.

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  • 20060401-Dream Journal

    When I was child I remember hitting an inch sized Buddha figurine.
    I tapped its head and repeatedly said, ‘I hate you!’ for I was very mean.

    At night a few days later, I felt uneasy and started sweating profusely.
    I could not sleep at all and kept looking at the hallway quite loosely.

    The figurine sat on an armoire in the hallway at the foot of my bed.
    A golden snake like motion of light came towards me with much dread

    I watched in frozen horror as it quickly entered from left to right.
    The entity shocked my solar plexus chakra from my back with much fright.

    The following morning I sincerely apologized to the Buddha figurine.
    I recall a recent event of the defacement of the Buddha in an Afghan scene.

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  • 20060401-Dream Journal

    In the morning of 12-26-2005, I was an angel that flew into the clouds above.
    I had finished reading my three angel books and felt all this unbinding love.

    The puffy clouds of white were all around and very serene.
    There I was standing one third from the left of this wondrous scene.

    The distance ahead of me had more low laying clouds of white puff.
    There was too much too behold and my presence was not enough.

    I was looking around for the bright golden Sun.
    I scanned the low lying clouds way ahead and still was not done.

    My senses indicated that everywhere was a diffused and soft light.
    I saw a cluster of brownish, orange colored spots similar to blight.

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  • 20060331-Wandering Lost

    Lousy losers keep your tattered shirts on nice and tight.
    There are empowered people who are ready to fight.
    No one cares how the other side stumbles and falls.
    The big winners always seem to take the greatest windfalls.

    To battle is a chance to a long dark tunnel
    with a deep gorge below in a black hole funnel.
    The invisible light is pin prick in small size.
    The narrow path through needle hurts the naked eyes.

    A wide unclasp to reveal their inner most thoughts;
    This Shakespeare does not have time to mock a big gloat.
    Truth seekers, who travel by holding hand in hand,
    have the chance to live promised lands.

    Each one scurries to embrace the bright light so far.
    Some would fall off the bridge by the Milky Way stars.
    The galaxy waited to unfurl its fury
    towards our planet as a death and grand jury.

    Many are welcomed back but few have found a way.
    Disembodied souls are held back or gone astray.
    Without a chance to prove their eternal self worth;
    the lost students of old would have many re-births.

    Revised on 07-09-2006 at 11:32PM…

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