Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: UFO

  • 20110217-Daily Post

    Long ago in an ancient land, there was a beautiful garden. In that garden was a fountain of water. It gave life to the whole land. Two gardeners were caretakers of the place. Apparently, the big boss of the garden was busy with other activities.

    The garden was lush and full of life. Trees, shrubs and of all kinds greenery grew. Flowers and birds colored the lands and airs. All sorts of creepy and crawling things came and went. Even the waters were teaming with swimmers and bottom feeders alike.

    Alas! The gardeners worried about the big boss. He was taking such a long time to return. So they searched high and low, day and night. Years passed into eons and still no sign of the big boss. They wondered if he will ever come back or died.

    But the gardeners continued their assignment until they got bored with each other and decided to go separate ways. One went east; the other went west. They agreed to come back coming from the north and the south; respectively.

    One day, the east gardener was hungry and saw some strange fruits hanging from a wild oak tree. He has not seen that tree before and wondered how it got there. Out of curiosity, he went over to one of the low branches and touched the red fruit. It glowed. Its fragrance filled the air.

    It so happened he picked the fruit and his belly was filled. His eye were open to various colorful arrays of energy of his world and decided to eat more and became delirious with delight. The more he ate the fatter he got.

    Soon, he got lonely again and thought of the western gardener and decided to head back home with his newly discovered fruit. As agreed, he found her waiting at the water fountain. Only this time she was not alone. Standing next to her was VERY tall, green-colored snake!

    He was so furious with blinding rage that the dropped his precious gifts to her and ran towards the both of them in fair greeting. An argument ensued because his jealousy overcame his normal level-headedness. But she merely laughed at him and wondered why he was still naked.

    Obviously, he had not expected hatred to fill his heart and he lunged himself at the alien and killed it with one blow to the forehead. The creature fell down dead from the wound of the projectile — the red fruit which he had in his pocket.

    The western gardener wailed in sorrow. And never forgave him for his rash decisions. For out of the hiding there came a couple of hybrids — her children from the creature. And the twins were deeply saddened by what had happened.

    No knowing what had happened, the children told the eastern gardener that he had killed the big boss! In horror, the eastern gardener fell down on his knees and weep torrents of tears! The western gardener was shocked at this revelation! She had no idea the father of her children was the big boss.

    All this time, both had been dedicating their, tireless hard work in keeping the beautiful garden for the big boss. Now that he is dead, all that they could do is move on with their lives. Sadly, the gardeners buried their big boss, said a few words of thanks and gratitude and decided to take care of the children.

    Together they raised more children together and lived happily ever after.

    Post script: The only crime here was love.
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    Topic #49: Describe the perfect crime. A crime that could take place somewhere you know, or at a company you’ve heard of, or even in the future or the past. Something where either it’d be impossible to get caught, or that somehow no one (who didn’t deserve it) would be hurt. Bonus: by definition, is a perfect crime ever possible?

  • 20110208-Daily Post

    Veil of illusion
    Rainstorm snow of confusion
    Heart melting fusion
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    I never believed in aliens until I had five, rather brief encounters — two with strange eyes, three with healing hands and one brown grey.

    I never believed in the power of love until I had to learn to share with perfect strangers and family alike what I had work so hard through normal, full-time employments.

    I never believed in a blind faith until I felt the hands of gods working through people with “special gifts”. They touched my soul and opened my eyes. I could hear without hearing and felt without knowing.

    I never believed in life after death until I saw the beauty on this world through nature and all that lives.

    Author’s note: Well, this time instead of writing long-prose in respose to the daily post challenge, I will attempt to write poetry! That’s right! This one is supposed to be a “haiku” with end rhymes. I guess my brain in not hard-wired for penning emotions into words. Bah!
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    Topic #40: What’s something you never believed until you experienced it?

  • 20110205-Daily Post

    For a person, it was a spook — tall, blond hair and blue eyes! He and I would have gotten married but he was smelly, like a dirty rat, just like all the other Reptilians I’ve encountered all my life.

    For a thing, it would have been my lost teddy bear. It was no ordinary teddy bear. He was small, soft and cuddly. His fur was like that of a tiger — black and orange. His eyes were black as two buttons and his nose was a small and round. Plus he had whiskers, too! But I’ve lost him long ago at the vile hands of a sneaky baby sitter!

    For an idea, it would have been a God or at least a God-like person or guru, who knew me inside and out! That’s right! It’s someone who mirrors my inner soul, not someone who physically looks, dresses or acts like me, but someone who knows my purpose in life, wants and desires and is able to fulfill my every needs, such as cooking, cleaning and plucking my gray hairs.

    For anything else, it’s my hopes and dreams for everything else not yet imagined. That’s redefining a void in my heart and creating something out of nothing — to recapture that which has been lost — the interest in loving and to love in return. Pooh!
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    Topic #37: Describe the one who got away. It could be a person, a thing, an idea, anything.

  • 20110204-Daily Post

    To @BoltClock (Daniel Tan): Don’t worry about missing a week or a month in blogging! There is always @postaday on Twitter for your outlet so you won’t harm yourself or others.

    For anyone going through depressive episodes, this is the only suggestion possible — blogging. It is designed to help you stay focus on your goal to survive and concentrate on OTHER distractions in life and the living, both of which evolve around you and outside yourself — people, places and things.

    As Flynn’s new disciple-in-training, you will FORCE yourself to blog at least one clear and coherent sentence on a daily basis. You will attempt to give yourself reason to live, if not for yourself and others, but for blogging. Your only fear and tear is ever so near if you hear your inner voices tell you to stop thinking critically.

    Also, there is always your personal “Book of Life” (also known as the Akashic records) for you to review later on when you have achieved all that is necessary for your lessons in life. So every thought, every emotion, every deed and every action is SERIOUSLY recorded. Don’t think you will miss anything for the world. We will miss you if you don’t get it and get over it — somehow, someday.
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    Reference: What to do if you’ve missed a week? or month? But what do you guys think? Any other advice for BoltClock, or for all the other lurkers out there who aren’t blogging?

  • Strange UFO Light

    At around 3:00am (PST), I got up to pee and then worked on my weblog for one and one-half hour. Yes! I’m addicted! Then I went to bed. Within a few minutes of inner dialogue, I smelled one brief, but long-distant whiff of sulfur. Right there, I knew a gray was contacting moi or at least nearby somewhere in my bedroom or in another dimension. For whatever reason, I kept looping over and over: “Welcome”.

    At around 4:44pm (PST), I looked up at my atomic clock. This was after I saw that same bright light shine upon the “right” side of my bedroom window. There is no way for that one piece of white “pane” to shine from the upstairs! I heard nothing and expected the sound of at least a helicopter to hover overhead our home. There was only silence through my congested sinuses.

    But the BRIGHT light was brief. And as soon as I acknowledged that I saw the part of the window shine and nowhere else, the light faded off. If I recall VERY vaguely, the light dimmed from the top – down. But I’m not too sure if the dimming effect was gradual or in one single, slow motion instance.

    I know it was a visitor, a UFO. Prove me wrong. The government knows my location. I’ve already been triangulated. I was hoping Shrimpsei’s HS worked but not hard enough to ward off the visitations. The device has since been running 24/7; ever since I received the doohickey plug.

  • Dirt Path

    Today, I walked the dirt path of eBay. Two dark-skinned Filipinos, who rushed through the traffic to get in front of me from the left took the dirt path, which thankfully is not muddy. The dirt is mostly creamy, sometimes pink with loose gravels shining like diamonds. Some debris of fallen leaves are strewn. I could see some cement.

    Most of the time was sunny with little shade. Only a few “forest-like trees” with their distinct scent offered a few moments of wilderness and shade. Then I intercepted Theresa, who walked a few yards with me to the back parking lot. She didn’t say much except me: Good.

    For most of my walk, I thought about the rent money for “my family”, about my monthly draft near the thousands to cover a debt settlement program located in San Mateo, CA: (Your cousins live here, Pete) and how two “UFO” clouds appeared southbound to spot the skies, along with miniature “heads” of sylphs northbound. One chemtrail went over my temp job from hell this morning and a few more were being eaten up by sylphs this afternoon.

    I have no choice to but hate you Pete. Even the Feds suck:

    “Good to hear your voice. Thank you. Everything is running smoothly. It’s going to take some time. Hang in there. Be patient. Everything is fine.”

    Can you see what’s going on here folks? Do you think I could hate TPTB? There is no answer. Fast forward OVER ten slong years, do you think the lawyers would believe anyone now? Do you see how HEARTLESS these people can be to others? Prove me wrong, morons.

  • Nice Night

    Tonight is a nice night of a bright, shiny moon. It looks much bigger but then again I hardly star gaze because it’s too cold outside. The skies are crispy, clean and black and full of stars. I even saw a slow moving plane with its blinkers on and thought that it was a UFO. Things can be quite deceiving when one’s mind is full of imagination. I’d like to think the moon as a mother’s ring made out of pearl or a halo surrounding a mother’s head.

  • Bright Light

    I tried going to sleep early but it was too hot! At 10:58pm, my mind was racing again and making lots of noise of inner dialogues. Then I saw the `right side` of my window brighten up to a bluish glow. The whole vertical side was lighted and nowhere else, not even the blinds or the holes of therein. And after zapping my left-temple pimple-like growth, the light disappeared.

    I guessed the next door neighbor had turned the lights on to the side door but that is one story down. I guessed also that the the high-beam of a intense headlights from a car from the opposite side of the road had something to do with the brightness. I guessed that a helicopter was silently hovering overhead or that it was a UFO beaming a message through that side of the window or that it was an entity that would stop loud motorists below.

    Whatever that was, I have no idea. Why would only that one side of my bedroom window shine so brightly and then stop after a few seconds of recognition? I will never know.

  • Other Planets

    So I was lurking on a CLOSED forum discussion and I view that YouTube.com video about souls coming home. They do appear to be `like a bunch of PJ people`, indeed. By viewing this video, I was able to recollect what my mind was creating again while attending this morning’s mass at 10:45am. Usually I forget my train of thoughts due to old age and/or heavy metal poisoning.

    This imagery was about people wanting to go home – a place in heaven. And all I saw were people being taken on board UFOs to `populate` other worlds. That is the reason why there is the suppression of free energy because people are my nature innovative and smart enough to know how to build their own UFOs. Thus they could travel the universe and explore and find their way back to a home planet.

    This is how I saw religious folks – always praying for short cuts to life’s problems or at least some miraculous sign of solutions. Religion then will convince people to hop on board the UFOs because the savior has arrived to take them away from hell – this planet. I think too much, by the way.

  • If I had easy access to a helicopter, I’d fly to Grand Canyon this weekend

    Topic #17: Share where you’d fly for the weekend if your best friend had a helicopter. First, where would you go? Describe why you’d choose that spot for a getaway.

    I’ve never been to the Grand Canyon. I heard that UFOs used to travel around that area. I really want to see how vast that area looks like from the skies!

    I’ve never been to the Grand Canyon. I heard that UFOs used to travel around that area. I really want to see how vast that area looks like from the skies!

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  • 20100609-More Spooks

    For the past few hours, I’ve been posting replies on a OPEN forum discussion board on various conspiracy topics, only because I’m friggin’ bored! There are lots of trolls, most of whom are government operatives, with some posing as telepathic and a few percentage of others as numb-skulls, like moi, to VERY intelligent, group-thinkers from fields of academia and science.

    The site is all dark, black, gray, red, yellow, etc. Lots of of the topic revolve around NEGATIVITY, the ills of the world and shortcomings of people and other inhabitants on this god-forsaken planet. Politics, nay, TPTB size up the responses and thus create a meme suitable for the current agenda.

    It’s all easy to point out. You just have to be a long-time member of public nonsense and outcry to figure out who’s trolling and who’s not. Post a `breaking news` and the ball starts rolling. The weird stuff, like UFOs, are never fully accepted and downright denied as real or existing.

  • 20100531-Testing Sightings

    After lurking on a conspiracy site and reading about a ring-shaped UFO over Los Angeles, CA, I cannot help but wonder why UFOs don’t make more common appearances during the daytime? And if UFOs are real and if they are also a threat to the nation’s security, wouldn’t there be loud sounds from jets flying overhead to intercept these objects of unknown origin?

    And why are the videos so blurry? Why can’t the WEALTHY people of Los Angeles, CA buy expensive night-vision equipment to take good photos and videos of these alleged UFOs? Why do the rest of the common, poor folks have to be the ones to capture unsteady images with their cheap recording equipment?

    Where are the `UFO hunters` (which are similar to the `ghost hunters` only aliens are not the pursuit) that I see on television shows for cable programming? Why can’t people  take notes, blog about it and tell everyone what they saw in clear detail?

    Surely there are VERY skilled artists who can draw what they have seen. Surely there are those with autistic-like, photographic memories that could describe with such precision details that forensic scientists could recreate the events?

    Who is being fool and why don’t people just use their brains? If I haven’t seen a UFO, then they don’t exist. When I blogged about my encounters with extraterrestrial, no one will believe. So there is your answer: No one will believe until the person actually witnesses these UFO events.