Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: myThoughts

  • I know…

    I know how you feel. No, you are NOT me.
    I know everything. No, you at NOT an expert.
    —
    When was the last time you know yourself completely?

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  • Upside-down world…

    In my old but brief blog post about “Inverse Universe” and at that time I saw an the upside-down image of the number 6 (or 9), my thoughts imagined that we are really UPSIDE-DOWN! That means we are really INSIDE the earth, as in the “hollow earth theory” with an inner sun.

    What could explain our optic lenses being tinkered through eons of “evolution” to view the world RIGHT-SIDE up, when in fact we are really walking on the “ceiling”?

    What could explain the oceans not spilling off the roundness of a spherical-shaped object but being contained inside an dome with an opening on top?

    The illusion of this reality is indeed backwards, a reverse that is really upside-down AND inside out, too?

  • Tax religious organization…

    Pollyanna and hunky-dory world view:

    -Things I like: cats, dogs and birds.

    -Things I don’t like: tax, gods and sh!t.

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    In order to increase revenue to the government, Obama and pals must NOT “tax exempt” every and all religious organizations and affiliations thereof.

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    According to the Biblical passage:

    (Matthew 17:22-27)

    “[…] the collectors of the temple tax approached Peter and said, “Does not you teacher/Jesus pay the temple tax?” “Yes,” he said.”

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  • Befriend ALIENS…

    (Deuteronomy 10:12-22)

    “So you too must befriend the ALIEN, for you were once ALIENS yourselves in the land of Egypt.”

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    Hence, ALIENS are the “Gods” of the heavens/intradimensional space and earth/planetary matter.

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  • Wonder why…

    “I worry about you when I am no longer here”. ~said Maw through her CPAP machine. Don’t worry Maw: the GOVERNMENT and PALS are supposed to take care of me…

    Well, I just tucked Maw in for the night. I feel OBLIGED to make sure the old timers are okay while I’m still alive. In effect, I am hoping they will transition over nicely from this hellish planet. For whatever reason, they are being attacked for following a righteous (or correct) path.

    It so happened the boy visited us unexpectedly today (as per his phone conversation last night). Without fail, he triggered people with deep sentiments about his lifestyle and behavior. I feel sorry for the girl. Ironically, she feels sorry for me — based on similar expectations that I should move out and on with my life.

    Some people don’t understand why I live with my parents. It is my choice. They feel I’m being controlled like a robot (per the boy). Some call me freeloader or parasite and even an unemployed, childless single woman. Am I fearful to buy a house and work to death for something that won’t be filled with children? Yes.

    While I did have the basics in life planned out — graduate high school and college and work the normal day jobs, I’ve learned that people (especially my ungrateful relatives via Facebook) have accused us of being wrong or bad:

    • I wonder why Marianne told me that Kathy is living in a big house without love.
    • I wonder why Shill told me she has nothing to do with Jerrylynne.
    • I wonder why Angie will call the cops on us if we attempted to visit Maw’s dying brother in the hospital.
    • I wonder why Bella told us her husband is insane
    • I wonder why the boy doesn’t tell the truth about his problems at home and at work.
    • I wonder why we have to hide the fact that we have done nothing wrong but refuse to play along with their insanity.

    I am not worried if people hate us or think we are sub-standard in their eyes.

    I am not worried if we die penniless or are forgotten.

    I am only worried if these elderly couple will find peace.

  • Object sexuality…

    Hello boys and girls! Here is today’s word: Object sexuality.

    Object sexuality or objectum sexuality, in German objektophil (OS), [1] is a pronounced emotional and often romantic desire towards developing significant relationships with particular inanimate objects. Those individuals with this expressed preference may feel strong feelings of attraction, love, and commitment to certain items or structures of their fixation. For some, sexual or even close emotional relationships with humans are incomprehensible. Object-sexual individuals also often believe in animism, and sense reciprocation based on the belief that objects have souls, intelligence, feelings, and are able to communicate.[2] Contrary to sexual fetishism, the object to an OS person is viewed as their partner and not as a means to an end to enhance a human sexual relationship.

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    For example, some people actually married their desired “object(s) of affection”, such as a pillow, the Eiffel Tower, the Berlin Wall, etc. Some medical experts believe this condition is a type of parphilia,

    is a biomedical term used to describe sexual arousal to objects, situations, or individuals that are not part of normative stimulation and that may cause distress or serious problems for the paraphiliac or persons associated with him or her. A paraphilia involves sexual arousal and gratification towards sexual behavior that is atypical and extreme.[1]

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    After tonight’s surprise phone call from the boy about one hour ago, I learned that people who don’t listen to reason (or wise words) will either end up getting hurt or dying as a result of their passion in life. Earlier today, a cyclist crashed and burned on his face on the asphalt; remained unconscious for five minutes; got some teeth and wind knocked out of him; and had to travel by ambulance to get treated. The boy emailed the Korean guy (typically stubborn and full of pride) a month ago to BREAK while going downhill. The rush may be exhilarating but the Korean guy clipped a SMALL stone (a symbolic karma for the fool), lost control of his bicycle, twisted hard on the right and went splat on the ground.

    So if you have a passion for doing something to the point of addiction (which may be a form of emotional immaturity) or keeping anything, albeit hoarding, don’t let anything get too your head or heart. You don’t have to feel abused or deprived of whatever was lacking at that time — love, food, toys, etc. You can find comfort without seeking the need for attention or acknowledgement of others by directing your awareness away from objects (inanimate or alive) and towards yourself — in peace and alive, of course.

  • Living souls…

    I remembered my biology classes and looked through the old microscopes, worked with Petri dishes and Bunsen burners. Then during this morning’s mass, my small mind compared the Bread/flesh and Wine/blood between material food and spiritual awareness.

    I thought about how the circular shape of the solid represented the “material world” and a single cell while the liquid represented the “spiritual world” and the medium by which “life” was created by God/Extraterrestrials in heaven/a lab and how “living” is merely a computer program on a infinite and timeless matrix.

  • I agreeable…

    There is one thing I don’t like: people agreeing to please for whatever ulterior motives in life.

    For example, in order to win the affection and love of an emotionally insane significant other, the girl would agree with the boy constantly. The boy even told her that she is crazy, that he has no feelings for her, that she needs to stop calling him and that she should return the dating gifts to him. The girl dumped his items into the backyard of the boy’s parents. That’s how stupid and disrespectful this Chinese is towards us Filipinos.

    I’ve learned from the boy that she wouldn’t stop agreeing with him to the point of many heated arguments. They even fought during their vacation in Hawaii where he intended to propose to her. She didn’t crack a smile to me when I picked the both of them up from their “fun”. In summary, the game is over: he married her anyway despite MANY red flags from family and friends. That’s how stupid he is towards, not only his OLD family, but to himself.

    People who don’t disagree are living in denial. They are being dishonest with themselves and lying to others. They are living in fear of rejection too. They know how to play the “good guy” so as to not offend sensitive people. Disagreeing means to set your boundaries against the insane, mischievous and perverts: who ironically think they are always right, by the way.

    And that my friend is tonight’s dose of reality. Agree only in writing and in front of witnesses and have your thoughts and intentions notarized, too. Anything else is fool-hardy.

  • Stop being dead…

    What I do NOT like about tradition (outmoded beliefs and superstitions) and religion (i.e. Mormonism) are the emphasis on praying to the dead. There is no respect to the dead in this manner. It is ridiculous. That’s why I respect the Muslims version of burying their dead in 24 hours!!!

    For example, the Chinese place offerings of food, incense and prayers to the deceased. It so happened that Bill (age 52) passed away recently. From what I learned, he was being so secretive about his life, health and finances, that his family had a difficult time figuring out what to do with his body and state of affairs.

    The point is that people should focus on the LIVING. Once the dead are gone they wouldn’t know if you are grieving for them.

    Instead of visiting the graves, tombs, monuments, mortuaries, burial sites and other places of memorials of death, try visiting those places where LIVING people, animals and plants need your help in the asylums, hospitals and prisons.

    You do NOT understand the fraud and scam going on with the business of death. It’s a money-making scheme, even during times of economic downturns and financial hardships. The flower business too seem to thrive during these times of death.

    I am hoping people would stop being zombies themselves to their past and move forward with their future. And please get over your depression, too! You are alive and need to spread the word — LIVE.

  • 20110803-Noticing Numbers

    Someone’s thought/joke of the day was projected as my reality today! I had tried to buy Maw and I three new Coach bags with my primary debit card but it declined! When I looked at the balance later on, there was only $255.00 left on the account. Now that’s yet another double digit number of five.

  • 20110802-More Spooks

    Well, well, well. Guess who decided to wake me up during my sleep. A bird? A planne? Superman? Nope.

    Two flying objects buzzed directly over our home at 02:00am  in the morning! The sounds were distinctly two objects.

    Both were deep LOUD! It was was so loud that one buzzed ahead of the other one, which was lumbering behind.

    The one behind was a slower fan sound, like a blimp traveling too low and against FCC regulation!!! The one ahead was deeper and louder.

    I suppose Lenny and Squiggy sent their thugs to sound off – as if I care! Sheesh! Then again I assume too much.

    If only the Feds choose the correct path and help “real” people, I am sure the taxpayers would have saved lots of headaches.

    P.S. Prior to dozing off, I was thinking about my new “online friend”, who could be one of “them” – only a “friendly”. Geriu it? Anyway, I have received several electrical jolts through the chest in reply. That’s nice.

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  • Feed image…

    At 12:45am and just when I was ready to turn off my computer, I decided to “troll” my feeds. Of course, one of the feed happens to be a WordPress.com blogger, a provider of positive feedback of all sorts to my weblog in the form of “Comments”.

    Anyway, I clicked on the feed and no new entries on his dream blog. For whatever reason, I went to use my mouse to click on his his cute baby pic. Lo and behold, the “title” attribute show a tag of two words: “Feed image”.

    Now I could only assume that the baby pic is hungry. So I sent “it” my happy thoughts and waved my right hand over the screen and bade it well.