Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: satanic

  • 20100715-Noticing Numbers

    Holy crap! Take a look at my previous blog entry titled: `Noticing Numbers – Dashboard`. The time/date stamp shows lots of sixes, as if six-six-six (or 666), the devil’s number!

    20100715 at 06:16:16 am

    I think I’ve got my answer: The devil is reminding us, especially me, that double digit numbers is made by him. I’ve read elsewhere on a conspiracy site that Jezuz the Christ is supposedly Satan, (or Shaytan), who has control of the world.

    The other day, my thoughts came up with this: Shaytan is one of `God’s` two sons. The `Bible` fails to mention that the other son is supposed to be the `Christ`, who overseas the creative work done by Shaytan here on this planet and ensures that the balance of the law of `nature` is maintained.

  • 20100715-Noticing Numbers

    Yesterday, after I parked my car in the parking lot of the parish, I noticed three double digit numbers on my car’s dashboard:

    • 68,211 (odometer);
    • 922.0 (speedometer); and
    • 7:44 (clock).

    There double one’s (for eleven); two’s (for twenty-two) and four’s (for forty-four). I really don’t know what these readings symbolize. Can anyone through a hint my way any further?

  • 20100708-Noticing Numbers

    Tonight while putting the cage cover, Paw reported to me that the parakeets scrambled in their cages at around 1:33am.

  • 20100706-Noticing Numbers

    I’ve concluded my shortened version of a speech for Lola’s bereavement, whatever that means. I don’t even know the schedule. But in case I get a chance to speak, at least I’m prepared. While printing my 1.25 pages of `default` print, I looked up at the atomic clock and it read 12:33am.

  • 20100704-Noticing Numbers

    This morning I awoke, craned my head to the right, saw the atomic clock sitting on my bedside table and read the following time stamp: 8:33:33. There were lots of double three’s and many more in past days that I didn’t bother entering those into my weblog.

  • 20100630-Noticing Numbers

    While lurking online and reading articles about this company, I saw that they are the number one market leader for `Serial EEPROMs` with thirty-three (33) percent of the market.

    That was around 4:26pm.

    Then I read some more about `Green Policy` and the ISO 14001 licenses for Pb (lead) and Halogen (chloride and bromine) free solutions for semi-conductor industry. The standards are still no more than 1000 PPM for these two pollutants, including antimony tricoxide (Sb2O3).

  • 20100630-Noticing Numbers

    Senator Robert Byrd (a former KKK member) died on June 28, 2010. One day later (on June 29, 2010) old granny died at 8:08pm, which is auspicious because of the numbers eight. Both were the ages 92. Coincidence? I think not!

  • 20100626-Noticing Numbers

    Earlier this evening, one of the chorus songs was numbered 711. When we got home (from after the party in the parish hall and dropping off Monica at the senior apartment), the clock from the Mercedes Benz E430 read as 7:11pm. The odometer read as 36,116.

    So there were lots of double digits in the number eleven.

  • 20100620-Divorced Nutter

    Today at around 10:30am, the divorced nutter glared in our direction again. She was wedged in between her son’s dark-blue, four-door Honda Accord and her white Honda CRV. She had turned on the front yard sprinkler and proceeded to check the mailbox! The USPS does not deliver mail on SUNDAYS!

    At around 7:35am on 06/18/2010, we heard the divorced nutter pull the bigger recycling bin into the side gate. The trash can was obviously wider than the alley and the wheels were mercilessly dragging off the raised cement. Their side is higher than ours. I wonder why she couldn’t let her boy take it in. Normally, we leave the house around 7:33am, but since we forgot something we didn’t leave the garage in time to see her glaring at us again.

    At around 7:45am on 06/11/2010, we saw the second husband of the divorced pull in the recycling bin. Once again, we usually leave the house around 7:33am, but because we forgot Maw’s eyeglasses, we had to make a U-turn at the railroad intersection and go back home to retrieve her personal property.

  • 20100619-Noticing Numbers

    A frozen seabass fish weighed in at $3.33.

    Yesterday, I saw `A very important document concerning British Petroleum` in which the `Queen Signed` an eight-paged fax dated 06/16/10 | 10:33AM | INDIVIDUAL | 253-288-0123.

  • No Order

    Order Out Of Chaos: The repeated theme by TPTB. This time is the oil in the Gulf of Mexico. At 11:33am (PDT), Obama finished his speech about BP paying $20 billion into a fund for the victims of this INTENTIONAL event.

    Honestly, when I see double digits of eleven, thirty-three and other numbers, I really do NOT have any clue what those numbers symbolize, except they may be significant to Freemasons.

    I do NOT have any ties whatsoever to Freemasons. I’m just borrowing ideas and plugging those synchronous events into my weblog as a `red flag` of my anger towards TPTB, particularly the oil companies and pals overseas, not just domestic. Twits!

    I’ve read about only one such person who quit his order in 1993 due to a creep by the name of Germaine. He claims to have in his possession a 33rd degree ring, which I have yet to see with my own eyes. And my islander contact claimed the age of his `grandmother` is somewhere in the twenties, which I cannot recall exactly. Both appear to be of Freemasons, the former of Sufi and the latter of Mormon.

    All I know is that the network has tentacles and Obama is one such puppet to the scheme of things. The signs are right there in front of our faces. For those into symbolism, it’s all damning. And one forum post member mentioned something about `giving away the game`.

    So this is it! It’s all a game. Watch the illusions of suffering and pain melt away! It doesn’t bother me anymore, except when I see the death in front of me. That will be different and I will send my sadness many folds over to those who know me.

  • Not Feeling Sorry

    Boo! Hoo! Daddy, I want a crab cage! Good, God! That’s a death trap, really, for the small critters and food for carnivores, say, like people!

    For whatever reason, I don’t feel sorry for catastrophic events such as 9/11, people losing their livelihoods to oil in the waters of the Gulf of Mexico, or just plain sad stories, well, except romantic ones.

    There is no room for emotions when doing`business as usual`. Nothing can get done when people are feeling sorry for themselves or angry at others and just sit around not caring if something worse comes along.

    When certain persons, like moi, already had enough sorrow in their lives, there is no more room to shed tears of sorrow. Sentiments become callused over and skins become thicker over time. Healing may never occur. Only death of the old ways.