Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: mySpooks

  • 20100605-More Spooks

    So I’ve switched my WordPress.com theme again and back to INove by mg12. I just like the clean look and drop-down menus for the top navigation bar. My hope was for the curious readers to click on my precious pages but rarely! Waahh!

    And I kept checking my `Blog Stats`, a daily obsession, really! I see the lurker(s) is clicking on some links to my favorite author. I was thinking about a particular weblink on food earlier this evening, actually.

    Nay, someone won’t stop letting me know what’s up. At 8:55am, I was thinking about my astrological report and the name to my business entity. I guess my thoughts were too loud and strong.

    Will no one hear my plea? But for whatever reason, it sure takes along time to pray for HELP!

  • No Electricity

    All four of us attended the 5:00pm evening mass at our local church. When we arrived home, the electrical garage door didn’t work! I let the boy manually check the place. The electricity died! So we decided to eat at Black Angus for dinner. After 6:39pm, we were finished with dinner and headed on home.

    We noticed that the street lights at one intersection from the railway intersection was turned off. I had to stop, look and proceed. A few minutes later we were stopped at the railway intersection. I saw to my right a blue colored, PG&E van parked on MY road. The utility worker got out and used his `crowbar` to replace the steel plates at the south west corner of the railway intersection.

    Then I saw two more utility truck at the yellow fire hydrant. They left within a few minutes of us parking inside the garage.

  • Caveat emptor

    Good afternoon, kids! The word of the day is `Caveat emptor`:

    • “Another way to say, “let the buyer beware.”“
    • “In other words, consumers need to know their rights and be vigilant in avoiding scams.“
    • “–noun: let the buyer beware: the principle that the seller of a product cannot be held responsible for its quality unless it is guaranteed in a warranty.“
    • “n. The axiom or principle in commerce that the buyer alone is responsible for assessing the quality of a purchase before buying.“

    —

    Now, kids: When people get burned by a bad deal, can that person get the money back?

    • For example, a gifted Native sold `zapping products` to clean the blood. Several people reported burns by that contraption. The seller tells the purchasers: `Go to hell! It’s your fault.`
    • In another example, a fat blob from overseas took money that hasn’t been repaid. Several people (from Hawaii, Kentucky, etc.) posted their reports online, which can be Googled. The borrower(s) tell(s) the suckers: `Go to hell! It’s your loss.`

    Children: Tell me. Who is at fault here – the fool or the fooled? Who will go to hell – the arrogant or meek?

    The bigger question is: Will the government and authorities care to help? The answer is in the negative!

  • 20100603-More Spooks

    Ever since I came across a movement of folks, who help heal the environment with their hand-crafted `gifts of love`, I’ve read about the particularities of user names for discussion forum boards. If I recall correctly, those user names that end in a series of numbers are CIA operatives – spooks – or agents of any alphabet agency of the government. I believe that information was from the administrator’s nemesis on another but CLOSED forum discussion board and pals, too.

    I noticed that the head honcho of one of these OPEN forum discussion board has a series of four numbers at the end of his email account. I also noticed that my recent replies to some other member also ends in a series of four numbers. Mine happens to end in two digits to designate my year of birth.

    As mentioned in my previous blog entries, I recall someone mentioning my user name and how one of my old photos looked like I had `sanpaku` eyes. I didn’t appreciate that comment because I happen to love trolling any board and `test the waters`, if you will.

    You know who you are! Just humor me and you’ll live. Sheesh!

  • New Gig

    At around 5:00pm, I received a call from my head hunter. I start my new gig at 9:00am next Monday. BUT, it’s for no more than six weeks. And it covers a person going on vacation.

    So that means I could try to stay afloat a little longer, paying one thug for some `relief` to keep six other thugs at bay while waiting for the other thugs to pull through for my long and overdue karma.

    The place up north has mostly black folks, which is cool by me. There is a pond and places to walk around to get my fat in the back and my health right on track. Thanks, Barry and pals! I’m still waiting for my `gifts` and the smell of sweet resin, too.

    BUT, IF I MAKE ONE DATA ENTRY MISTAKE, I’m fired. Hehehe! Sucks!

  • Checking Credits

    Yawn. So I just got off the phone with a potential gig. And since they work with numbers, they require a background check. She asked if I had any late payments and such and I had to be honest because honesty is the best policy, right?

    The potential spook needed to make sure they are not hiring an older worker who has a Hispanic last name and a bad credit history and such . Right there is the goal of any company, to find out the status of their clients and assess their risks.

    Now I know why the contact overseas mentioned that I won’t be working: It’s because they know they can either ruin a person’s life and send their souls to hell or not.

    The other gig from long ago was with a bio-pharmaceutical industry and the headhunter didn’t mention that a drug test was needed. I got out because they wanted blood. Now this gig wanted to go into my credit history.

    A recent gig wanted me to sign lots of paper works and obtained all sorts of signatures from initial to printed versions – the kinds that banks would require for opening an account.

    Interesting times for NWO.

  • 20100601-More Spooks

    So yesterday during an informal chatting session, I was asked by one of the members if I had all my teeth. I replied that I had all my teeth, except my molars and never felt the same after that horrible experience. Another asked if mine were shark teeth. They had better be joking because I picked up that I was lurking online, like a shark.

    I also saw that a couple of members were chatting about comedians joking about religious issues. I didn’t know any of those white folks. They are all old geezers and creepy, too. I saw the admin knew what I was thinking as a result. Like any fish bait, I didn’t participate much because obviously certain members already knew each other all too well and already had their `script` meted out for those willing to jump into the boat.

    Then today as my usual lurking on certain websites, I saw a fellow gifter post an article entry on his CLOSED discussion forum board about backbiters. This was around the time that I posted a topic about `death jokes` on his nemesis` OPEN discussion forum board, which is a format similar to the same business of gifting. I picked up that people like moi can and will bite like a shark, exposing deceitful liars and other spooks who are playing tag with other team members.

    Tag you’re it! What’s wrong with a little personal drama and fun that goes along with shaking up the CLOSED-minded folks who are afraid of their party being bashed in by OUTSIDERS, like moi? Why do certain site proclaim that `MEMBERSHIP ON THIS BOARD IS BY INVITATION ONLY`? What are they hiding? Why won’t they come out and play with the rest of us? Are they afraid of being exposed for being emotional crybabies, overwhelmed by others’ emotions and feeling drained of energy after exchanging a few words of friendliness online?

    It’s amazing how the tag teams associate with the enemies as once trust-worthy friends, who in turn become said enemies of backbiters in the first place. I wonder if I could use that spudgun and whack the perpetrators over the head with their own tools of the trade. It’s getting so tiresome and outmoded to see children at play, really. It’s almost like they just got nothing better to do than make noise in their own special way by submitting to their Allah, Buddha, Brahma or whoever they imagine to be the director(s) of their measly lives on this God-forsaken planet.

    Maybe that’s why there is still war because it’s good business. One member decried that they are NOT psychic when I denied that I was one; otherwise there would be no need for FREE COMMUNICATIONS via the internet and phones. Again, it’s a good way to connect with people long distance and advertise their specialties by networking in that manner with a bunch of strangers. I hesitated to disclose the location of my whereabouts because I wasn’t sure if their email system was secured and encrypted. Now they are on the list of TPTB. See? Brouhaha!

  • 20100601-More Spooks

    Well, at around 2:48pm per an old phone or really at 3:48pm (PDT) because the phone doesn’t recognize Daylight Savings Time, I received a phone call from the headhunter. Based on the phone conversation, the date for a potential temp to hire gig coincides with the date of FREEDOM per a contact overseas earlier this year.

    This particular but strange phone call is yet another hint that I must take into consideration, which has been bugging me for awhile. Based on two other events, first the way the finder posed for the one of his photos that he emailed to me LONG ago and second the way a governing agent, by the name of `Scot`(tish), inquired to my date of birth and the rite age of my contact, I am lead to believe TPTB meant well.

    In conclusion: I take a hint. I’ll stop ranting about those past events, sweep my own mess in the only ways I know, pray to God, have faith, cross my fingers and hope to live by STARTING OVER. For most of my blog entries have been: CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW? But y’all been telling me all along: TRY TO UNDERSTAND US. Fine.

  • 20100531-Tongue Flickers

    Today, the three of us visited Uncle’s grave up in Milpitas, CA. I had to get an America flag from the office; since there was no flag at the grave fro Uncle. If the grave was a Veteran’s Marker, either granite or bronze (with a distinct, raised border on top), then the `boy’s scouts` could put the flag at the top middle of the fallen on and into the ground below, which is mostly grass, of course.

    When I returned with the flag, Maw and Paw had finished putting the flowers into vase. Water was added. And Bob Fields came by to check if we needed assistance. I inquired how do I know if Uncle could get a flag every year on Memorial’s Day. He said to let the office know but it’s no guarantee because the scouts may overlook the veteran without the government issued verions.

    He showed us the two versions of Veteran’s Markers. He flicked his tongue several times before, during and after the conversation. He coughed after pointing out the granite marker, which as about ten or so at the burial place so far. He was tall, white and wore a lobster-red face, along with shades like a spook. But he is a nice chap altogether.

  • 20100529-High Fiving

    So I’m reading the responses of a discussion forum and I notice how certain members play tag team with each other. Some give PROs and others give CONs, positives and negatives, etc.

    I see that those who are given the silent treatment are not part of the team. I know. That’s what I get for trying to belong to a bunch of love lighters, all purple and pink.

    For all I know they could all be gay, sensitive crab apples or just plain crybabies if they don’t get good vibrations for person, places or things.

    You know what? Screw you all! As for denying the `good guys`, `cock-a-doo-del-doo` three times! So there! Nyah! Congrats and good luck for the entertainment.

  • 20100529-More Spooks

    So I checked my blog stat a few minutes ago. And I saw something interesting via the `Search Engine Terms – These are terms people used to find your blog.` The name “jack billo” came up. There was only one blog in reference to that spook.

    A couple of days ago, I changed my Privacy Settings for Site Visibility from:

    `I would like my site to be visible to everyone, including search engines (like Google, Bing, Technorati) and archivers`

    to

    `I would like to block search engines, but allow normal visitors`

    with the third option as:

    `I would like my blog to be private, visible only to users I choose`.

    I see the words `Search Engines Blocked` next to my blog title.

    To the FEDs: Go check it out. It’s an old Yahoo! ID. There were several incidences that lead up to a paranormal event, which after one month or two (August 2007), several government helicopters were hovering over the general area of Berryessa Flea Market, which near my neighborhood.

    The timing of other similar transactions three years ago (June 2007) coincided with another overseas contact. I’ve a feeling one goof met the other one and so that could explain the eerie coincidences. So yes, THEY’RE HERE!!!

  • 20100522-More Spooks

    While blogging about my dream journal at around 10:22am (PDT), I heard the doorbell ring. Maw was already trying to peep at the window as I silently crept downstairs. We thought it was the divorced nutball next door. But we recognized the old white gentleman, who would go around ringing doorbells offering his bag of oranges, which were nine and two lemons when I counted them later on the kitchen counter.

    We didn’t answer the door and he went to three others before I walked fast and caught up to him. Just as he was leaving the third house, I smiled, waved and hollered: `Hi, neighbor!` He handed me a plastic Safeway bag and I asked how much for the bags of oranges. He said, `One dollar`. And I gave him an old dollar bill.

    He said answered simply: `It is a fine day`. I mentioned the weather was good and he replied the same. I further motioned twice in the direction of the house that he rang the doorbell. We said our farewell and he got into his beige-colored, Dodge caravan and drove off northbound on MY road.

    From his driver’s window, he waved goodbye and did the same from the path leading to our front porch.

    Oh yeah, after he accepted my dollar bill, I read aloud the caption on his beige-colored cap: Coquille River Lighthouse. You can view the `Coquille River (Bandon), OR` website from http://www.lighthousefriends.com/light.asp?ID=127. He wore the same cap as before.

    I further researched online on:

    Question:

    What does the lighthouse symbolize?

    Answer:

    The lighthouse popularly symbolizes light and hope in the midst of darkness. It is a reminder that we are not alone in the darkness – that there is someone out there watching over us.

    Truly, this morning’s encounter (like many that I’ve blogged about in past post entries, which none hardly reads or cares to digest) is truly an `angel in disguise`. So yes, God, Allah, Buddha, Brahma, and pals are everywhere. Brouhaha!

    Thank you, Father (and/or Mother) wherever you are: Hello!