Hah! The car buzzers won’t stop making their presences known. At around 11:44am, a copter buzzed west of our house. For the past hour or so, I had moved Shrimpsei’s HS from the table located underneath our “alter space” at the end of our small hallway atop my computer station, which is made mostly of aluminum. I figured the radiant energy being emitted from my new HP PC would best be “softened” a bit with some orgone because my head pressure was acting up. Of course, I had to program my crystals for some clearing. For whatever reason, the device works to some “degree”.
Tag: spook
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20110411-More Spooks
After lunch today, Maw had wanted her hanging plants (the flowering geraniums of pink) to be watered. Of course, I needed a break from my Lenten Season project.
So I donned my mask and wore my non-latex gloves and proceeded to remove dried stems, burned and yellow leaves and dried eucalyptus leaves from the soil.
I added some soil to a pot because the squirrels have been digging it up to bury and retrieve their cache of food (i.e. walnuts and such).
After each pot I had watered the soil with water and Miracle Grow. Since the green watering “can” made of plastic (of course) had to be emptied of the fertilizer, I added more water to the soil AND washed the leaves, too.
Even the cactus got some of the fertilizer even though the formula may not be the correct food for it. Then I went out front to water more of Maw’s cactus. Of course, the lower-riding Mexicanos were making their presence known since yesterday.
One had his windows rolled down and tuned to a talk show station. It was obvious: he’s a cop. Yesterday, the same one was followed by a dark-colored, SUV, which is also a copper. It was strange that they would make their rounds on this fine weather of chemtrails, sylphs and pals.
To make the day worse, Paw was pulling up weeds, which are really those nice yellow, clovers of flowers! I pissed off at him several times. Robots need none of my sympathy. Why am I still here? TPTB and pals are the main reasons. They still haven’t done good to me up to this point.
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20110410-More Spooks
So after over a week, the “Honey 437” RV (or recreational vehicle) has left the scene. After lunch and washing dishes and at around 12:05pm, the three of us stepped out and walked around OUR block for about ten minutes. By the final “quarter” of the walk, I noticed a brunette-haired, shortened, pot-bellied, fat “moo-cow” walked briskly across MY road from what used to be the house of “Terry, the Mexicana” to the RV, which has been parked underneath MY eucalyptus tree.
I doubled backed my steps to approach the RV as the twosome slowly dragged their feet for the last two minutes. I kind of said aloud: “You’re not supposed to be parked on our streets for more than 72 hours”. In our city, the abatement unit is supposed to cite these vehicles if stationary on public streets for more that 72 hours. Paw most certainly had wanted to call the city about the pollution in HIS territory. But Maw felt it wasn’t any of our damn business to rat on the homeless.
Later on that day, I kept flicking off the would-be annoyance each and every time I’d let the lid to our LARGE recycling bin come crashing down to a close. I was really throwing a lot of paper out that day and had been in and out of the house, through the back door and at the recycling bin almost a dozen times. I guess the “Cucaracha” took a hint. She had braided hair, by the way.
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20110409-More Spooks
At 2:08am, I heard car buzz MY road. I could hear the driver was manually shifting the car into gear as it sped off quietly into the very early morning. I had flipped on the stairway lights earlier to turn on the heater. And just when I was trying warm up while lying in bed, that’s when I had heard the spook making his presence know. I “sent” him a “loving” visual of pink and purple concentric circles: that I know he is there and to bug off because I’m trying to get some sleep.
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20110405-More Spooks
For whatever reason and while wearily trying to scan and archive TY2003, I thought of Felix E. from well over a decade ago at one of my job. He was a short, dark-skinned Ecuadorian, who had complained to me about his new wife, who would nag at him. I told him that’s what wives do to their husband. Once all the glitz and glamor wears off, reality sinks in. He was the A/R person of that department. He would have had been paid more at another mentor and learned more compared to that mostly “white place” of minimal advancement.
Anyway, I was “laid-off”, not because there was nothing to do (seriously) but because the “white people” had overheard me “complain” about how small the prints appeared on the grid and how awful the coffee tasted. The “white controller” of our department had reported my honest opinion to his “white boss”. So of course, people like me don’t stand a chance with other slaves who do NOT criticize as much as I do. Employers just don’t like people who are honest. They don’t like to change. And they certainly don’t like to be reported to, well, “God”, I guess. Let’s put it this way: Felix and I were hired because of “diversity” and the wise crack and pals at my “temp job from hell” know why they kept the temp girl instead of us two “Asians”.
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20110405-More Spooks
Unlike yesterday’s brief greeting by an old Filipina golfer with the wooden teeth and her husband who asked of me: “How’s’ work”, this morning’s mass went without incident.
Sometimes and whenever there is little to no crowd or whenever the three of us are NOT in a hurry, I would shake the hand of the priest, who normally stands outdoors and just beyond the lobby.
This morning I shook the hand of Father Michael and instead of responding to my “Good morning”, he offered a slight nod of his head for the first time. I then mumbled: “Merci”. Perhaps, the cat’s got his tongue or he’s got a gerbil in this throat. Who knows?
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20110404-More Spooks
En route to pick up the boy’s mail, which is usually the girl’s JUNK MAIL and a waste of my precious gasoline at $4.03 per gallon for an octane rating of 87, I noticed three spooks. One was turning “southbound” into MY long stretch of road. We were just pulling out of the driveway when the driver turned his shaded face past his fully opened window towards our direction.
When I rounded the corner slowly, I passed a light-colored SUV to my left. The driver immediately pulled out his cellphone. I quickly flicked him off by reflecting my left middle finger on my left side view mirror. After slamming the mail box door shut and gathering her JUNK MAIL, I sped off quickly.
Rounding the curve to the right and then yielding to turn left did I notice an old Asian man just standing on the sidewalk to my right. And then after proceeding straight on that turn, I noticed another shaded face turned to look in our direction. Like the SUV earlier, the window also appeared to be slightly closed. I quickly flicked him off, too.
But unlike Paw who noticed my rudeness and thus verbally reprimands my actions, Maw just kept quiet until I annoyed her with my comments about picking their damn JUNK MAIL! Such is the price of “family life” — to put up with the likes of ungrateful people taking advantage of the elders and at their expenses for what it’s worth.
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20110402-More Spooks
Instead of reading my precious pages and bountiful blogs, trolls are actually reading my “about me” and my “profile”. That goes to show that the “government” is “curious”. Only TPTB would know my true identity. Oh! And to the Matt Meister and pals, be sure to track my visitors, just in case. If you see some from New York, well, those may be from my “temp job from hell”. And to the wise crack, get a REAL job!
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20110402-More Spooks
This evening, we attended a religious event for the “Prelate of Honor“. I had Shrimpsei’s OtterBox buzzing away in my black, leather handbag, which was much heavier since I carried my digital camera and two small bottled water in case we gagged from the stuffy air.
In front of me sat four “white people”. The second woman from the left was as tall as the fourth man from the right. She had on a textured blue jacket. The tall woman left at around 6:15pm and returned to her seat at 6:25pm. She had at least one noticeable facial bump on her face. I “sensed” that perhaps the frequency of this orgone device was not comfortable for her.
The tall man had a facial coloration of DEEP “tanned” red. The Bishop actually waved quite profusely at this guy en route to the exit after the conferral. The OtterBox was directly underneath the chair of the VERY doughy-armed wife, who sat to the left of her “red-faced” husband. There were other “white men” with deep red coloration to their facial skin. Most of them are active in the “Knights of Columbus”.
The Bishop kept fiddling with his long “necklace” hanging down the front of his chest. During the homily, I can’t help but stare at his shiny, bald forehead. My mind created a long-necked Grey overlaying the guy. The eyes and head would cover the entire forehead, the long neck would terminate below the chin and the rest was a blur. I really did see a “shifting” through both my squinted eyes.
The OtterBox of buzzing away in my HEAVY handbag the whole time. While closing my eyes during several quick meditations, I was “claiming” that area back to “God”. So I talked to any and all the connected “grid” to this place and prayed for clearing and balancing. Lo and behold! Upon exiting the Cathedral, I did notice how the gray cloudiness of MY CITY has been CLEARED as far as the eyes can see, except some fluffy, puffy gray clouds south of Mt. Hamilton.
But Maw doesn’t believe me as I tried to explain the correlation between orgone and nice weather while walking back from the Cathedral to the Fairmont Hotel parking garage. Paw neither seemed to care what I had said or to understand much nowadays. The sunshine was hiding behind lots of overcast as gray clouds when I had taken the photo with the priest earlier that evening, by the way, and it had come out after I took the two photos – one showing Paw and him shaking hands and then the three of them posing for MY camera.
P.S. There were two, dark-skinned “Asian” nuns sitting directly behind me. They were wearing dark, navy blue outfits. I didn’t sense anything about them.
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20110401-More spooks
After I posted a blog about noticing numbers at around 1:16pm, a dark-colored helicopter flew once with front mounted item sticking in front. Then the fax machine was making noise. Then we ate lunch and at 1:46pm, the helicopter came back from the opposite direction and northbound. I bounced up from my chair, opened the sliding door and thew up both arms into the air so they could see me.
Earlier today, an April’s Fools gag was done upon the railroad lights. One arm was down and cars had to drive around it to get across to the other side of the street. Maw was her usual fearful and vocal person. I just accelerated in frustration to get out of the car and into the house; so I could continue my Lenten Season project on this wonder day of sylph-filled skies.
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20110331-More Spooks
At around 5:45pm or so, I was en route from my “temp job from hell” to my home. But I had to pick up the boy’s mail, which is really mostly hers and her catalogs for “Nordstrom”. Besides the strangely parked RV (or recreational vehicle) near the flower shop, there appeared to be someone else parked in the opposite direction.
The car was a dark green Honda Accord. A dark-skinned, Asian with a bald head was sitting inside the car. Of course, my spider sense was somewhat keen and he was watching the house of the ungrateful twosome while they enjoy themselves with another couple of nutters and two kids.
After slamming the mailbox closed, I drove up into their driveway and reversed. Then I slowly drove up near the parked Honda and assumed it may be the girls brother, Hansen. Of course, I saw that he left his parked position and drove off SLOWLY! He was barely following me. But instead of making a small left to the small street, I hanged right back into the residential area.
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20110401-More Spooks
Well after trying to “audit” for one missing item, I finally found it at around 6:14pm tonight.
Here is my third clue as to how far and wide the TPTB and pals can be influential:
My former hiring manager (who is known to be a womanizer) of my REAL, higher paying, full-time job “Sent” me an email on “Wednesday, February 05, 2003 12:44PM”. The Subject was “Performance” and the Importance was “High”. He said in the body of the email:
“Let’s discuss on Thursday Feb 13 during lunch.”
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I got hired after three months probation as a temporary worker around that time. I had interviewed with him in only a couple of minutes and he “loved” me more than you fools in Silicon Valley will ever know. Yes. I did keep copies of his Yahoo! Messenger, Yahoo! Greeting and company emails. It’s just another slap in my face. I guess that’s how “blood relatives” treat each other. He is a Muslim by the way and is now divorced from his Filipino wife. I know these things because “it’s a small world after all.”