Below are a bunch of my random thoughts, which were originally meant to be verse.
Twelve oh eight; Purpled swirls hate;
Flynn said stop; Draining top;
Of third eye; Flynn said bye.
Faxing beep no ringing phone;
Laying in bed; recharging own.
(Created on Saturday, June 14, 2008 12:11:27 PM)
Ranting as my flatulence;
Stinky and smelly;
Offensive to sensitive sinuses;
Lingers temporarily;
I laugh out loud!
(Created: Sunday, May 25, 2008 2:16:14 PM)
Oh, look up in the skies:
It’s a UFO, no it’s CGI.
It’s a ‘chemtrail’, no it’s a contrail.
It’s ‘G-d’, no your nuts.
(Created: Sunday, May 18, 2008 4:26:16 PM)
Watch out opinions, it could land you in jail;
Hitting you over the head with hammer and nail.
(Created: Sunday, March 16, 2008 12:27:32 AM)
Justified anger yet unfair to most;
Ranting and raving; unseen ghost;
Frustration rampant; fear-mongering threads;
Taking it personally; off with their heads!
Step away from the computer and get a life;
Drink some margarita; talk to your wife;
Have a good time; instead of sitting back;
A couch potato will have some artery plaque!
Are you happy and weird of anything said:
About nut-balls and fruit-loops or maybe dead?
Have a good laugh be open and eat snacks;
The freedom of choice means getting the facts.
(Created on Sunday, May 11, 2008 11:25:08 PM)
God’s Unauthorized Religious Unit
(Created: Monday, February 25, 2008 1:43:19 AM)
Oh the power of the Q-Tips!
In the earhole, round and around.
Nyah! Nyah! Nyah!
(Created: Sunday, February 17, 2008 4:55:33 PM)
Yes, the end is near!
More police to control the populace;
Less foodstuff on our table;
More lies and earth changes.
(Created: Monday, February 11, 2008 12:58:01 AM)
His pumpkin pie with whip cream smile;
Oh dear, Shrimpsei of martial style;
Spinach and olives look good to eat;
More of veggies and less of meat.
(Created on Tuesday, November 27, 2007 8:53:16 PM)
A green colored goldstone an African mask;
Or an aventurine, I continue to ask:
What’s this jewelry I wore on my left ear;
Where painful stress melted free and clear?
(Created on Sunday, November 18, 2007 8:16:12 PM)
You see? People are good at denying any allegations brought forth for public scrutiny. From the women denying any alleged sexual abuses at the FDL compound to Condi Rice denying any allegations from a former White House spokesman, Scott McClellan, this is how truly powerful and very deceptive TPTB operate.
This is what I know about other personal issues that I’ve all but stopped reporting as rants via my weblog site. This as with my other futile research is fact, unsubstantiated by ludicrous lack of evidence, mostly verbal. This is why I cannot speak. This is why I cannot rant freely, knowing the intelligence community know of my other public persona.
Even the complaints and sentiments from family members and relatives alike about anything (that doesn’t seem to go ‘right’ but only as ‘wrong’ in the eyes and ear-holes of the recipients) go unheeded. This is why the truth by outspoken bloggers (like me), who rant about what appears nonsense, will be buried. The truth will be buried with me.
The truth will be buried with other whistleblowers and truth-sayers. (Is this even a word?) Anyway, the truth about everything regarding conspiracy theories (from aliens and UFO’s to chemtrails and other nefarious activities by covert government entities) will never be disclosed to the faint of heart, the normal naysayers and skeptical, non-believing debunkers.
Only a few will be ‘enlightened’ — the open minded, free willed souls; while normal, everyday folks (the mostly ‘have-nots’) go about their ‘I’m too tired to care about you except myself’ business of having fun and entertainment, getting married and making babies and living life’s drama, oblivious to things that other’s ‘in the know’ take for granted.
Connecting the dots is a fun game and for TPTB their worldwide version of game is to keep most of the minions oblivious to their hidden agendas. Whatever truth is presented by way of books, media or other means of communications is meant to allow the stupid ones to learn the hard way. Once that knowledge is obtained, in the end noone will believe. For most it is one’s word against the other.
I dreamt of people underground. There were at least two to three men there in this dimly lit place, which appears to be a bar. In front of me there is a door at the far end which was a wall at first glance.
I turned around to my right and see a guy sitting at this one bar station. He was hunched over. I noticed his right eye was sewed shut due to some injury. He had a photo of himself with this missing eye in front of him and at the bar. He got up as we heard something approaching from behind us and into this place.
I turned around again to see this wall become that door again. It had very bright light filtering from behind this closed door. The door opened and we came indoors. The long corridors throughout this facility were filtered in this mixture of bluish and white colors.
I saw this energy being that appeared to be water. To my dreaming perspective I was in front of it as it was holding the right hand and pulling someone along to its left. I floated in front of them while it continued along the maze of the dimly lit corridors.
They both came out of this bluish and white colored corridor and into normal light. This energy being then transformed into a female even though I felt it was male. The female looked ‘white’ with very crusty and brownish patches of circle around its eye. It let that person sit somewhere to my right on a bunch of rocks against this rocky wall.
As my dream continued into the ‘left’ corridors, I see to our front (or my left dreaming perspective) there was another long corridor. I caught a glimpse of horizontal spaceships floating further in ‘front’ and away to take off. I saw some of its engines firing off but wasn’t sure because someone to my left was blocking my view.
I then made my way down and to the ‘left’ of this corridor to see an female boss overseeing the take of at least two ‘motorcycles’ into the open air. I clearly saw the lacquer finish of black color of these open air motorcycles as well as the blinking light of the docking contraption which ‘fueled’ these motorcycles prior to take off.
There were females straddled on these motorcycles for these were their vehicles to go to their home planets. One female already took off while the second one I followed and floated to its right. I thought to myself this is what the people at ground level must be seeing as UFO’s.
This second female stopped in mid-air as she intercepted what appeared to be a dried maple leaf, which floated out of nowhere and into her right hand. She wasn’t supposed to stop in mid-air and I heard the female boss say something along a reprimand but the female continued her flight into space as I floated and followed in front of her.
Dream Two:
I dreamt of giving the parakeets a bathe. I had parakeets inside three separate cages. There were small in size as I held one in both hands and stacked the third on top of the left hand side with it tucked under my chin. I made my way upstairs for some reason. But the scene was downstairs.
I remember hosing down some people at the far end of this wall were the parakeets were normally located but I did not see the sliding door leading to the backyard to the right part of this wall. Instead, I sprayed down this whole room and clearly saw the water falling onto the wooden floors below.
I was concerned about getting the section where the floors meet the wall soaked as I continued to hose down that far wall. Then I started to wipe down the walls with some towels, nay, and some washcloths. I remember wiping down a wall where the picture frame of ‘Maw’ and here family hung. I removed that as I needed to get around and dry behind this area.
Oh, I forgot to mention that I’ve added some nifty animated .gifs from `FreeSmileys.org – Thousands of Free Smileys`. One appears on my ‘Site map’ page, three more on my ‘Welcome!’, ‘Home’ or ‘Front page’, four more on my ‘Help’ page and one on my widget located in the sidebar below.
Here are the samples of smiley faces:
The ‘Site maps’ shows a bunch of yellow smileys dancing to a disc jockey and has lights of red, blue and green flashing.
The ‘Home’ page shows a see-saw of a angel and devil playing while a yellow smiley looks in the direction of the one going up; a red smiley going up and down like a yo-yo and a colorful spectrum of smileys blinking behind a wooden sign with the word ‘Home’ in front.
The ‘Help’ page shows one UFO coming in for a landing and a yellow smiley being beamed upward while a sad faced smiley waves ‘goodbye’ from its left side.
There are two other smileys: one on the left is crying while the one on the right is pacing back and forth, looking up at the reader.
One sidebar ‘widget’ shows around sixteen purple smileys bowing down to a red smiley with a golden crown.
I’ve added later on a bunch of green-faced smileys with their tongues sticking out as they hung from a thin vertical line and moved across from left to right.
My purpose was to spice up the website and make it more interesting, almost like marketing by diversifying whatever is going on — products, services, etc. So that’s it for now until I think of something else to preoccupy my down times during the chemtrails being laid against my clear blue skies and sylphs coming by to say, ‘Hi’.
After browsing through this conspiracy site, I noticed this topic is still being debated. I came across, once again, a video about an alleged angel found in the basement in India. Two ‘Americas’ were filming their attempt to gain entry in an unlocked door – how convenient! Isn’t this trespassing on someone else’s property?
The first thing that flagged me that this video is a fake is the fact that the twosome were talking directly into the camera in a hush tone of voice. BUT the whole town appears deserted – no people or anything else moving around other than the two people outdoors. Yet they managed to go into the building and around the corner to meet two ‘South Asian’ looking men who looked to be laughing while they were scooting the twosome back outdoors.
Then while the commotion was occurring, their camera swipes the area from right to left rather quickly. And then captures what appears to be a little girl with her hands covering her face in the corner to the left of the room. There were bat-like wings flapping slightly on this girl, who was wearing a shirt. This makes me wonder how in the world a shirt was well fitted on someone with wings.
But once again this, like so many other weird footage floating out in the media, this is yet another blurry video. Everything else about the video was clear except the instance of the real deal — the angel girl. This reminds me of those UFO’s, rods, ghosts and extraterrestrials that none could seem to explain as ‘real’ evidence to the minds of the scientific community who demand proof of some kind. They are all blurry!
Well, if I were in the intelligence community, I’d find out the truth by scouting out on those building and actually do a search. This particular video would have been taken down by now but this seems to me like another mission impossible for those would-be believers in the unknown and especially about this fake angel girl. There are rumors that this is a commercial stunt for something else.
I was asked maybe a few months ago: ‘Who do [I] want for president? I told ‘them’ I didn’t want any of these presidential candidates: including my suggestions of Hillary for females and Obama for blacks as President and Vice-President, respectively, with a guttural sound followed by undecipherable comments of Ron for whites.
I suggested Mitt for ‘Christians’/Mormons, which ‘they’ liked. After this phone conversation, I noticed the increase of ‘speaking’ time for Mitt during the Republican debate. The Osmonds, too, suddenly are making appearances on televised programmings. Mitt is a business man and may be able to wheel and deal the United States out of nationwide deficits.
Addendum 11-22-2007 at 10:55PM: I’ve read somewhere that there may be a Mason connection with Mormons and both start with the letter ‘M’! The founding fathers were Mason. So for those who wish to retain whatever is left of the ideal contained within the U.S. Constitution, this creepy ‘Stepford’ parent may be the next president in 2008.
I forgot to mention Dennis to ‘them’ because this presidential candidate seems truthful enough with regards to his concept of peace. Beside his ‘hot wife’ these pods keep raving about on the news, he claims to have seen a UFO during one of the debates on live broadcast. So maybe this presidential candidate may also be someone to contend with for the Democratic party.
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A salamander scuttles across the quiet
I am sleeping, and dreaming, and wandering along
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
(Our fortitude grows dim in
Given by nature will soak into it.
Palladio who beckons from the other shore,
Among us, only Alberti, then Sangallo,
Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,
Would their world not remain comfortably
Over the chilly dale.
Coextensive with everything? How could they know?
Only a whiter absence to my mind,
Wide, whited fields, a way unframed at last
XIX. Jones Sound and Beaufort Sea
In the dread circle hemmed by glaciers,
That only you and I can know. Les deux
whose soft bristles graze the top-racks.
Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.
And beyond, the same sound of bees
There was a commercial on television from Mercury Insurance and was aired on April 23, 2007. In this commercial, the ufologist by the name of Dr. D.B. Selwick enters from the left of the screen shot, walks over to the right and talks with a Mercury woman dressed up in her silver costume.One could partially view the black banner with white letters reading ‘Intergalactic Transportation’ towards the upper part of the back scene as well. In the middle of the scene there is this little light-brown, alien sitting on some sort of contraption. There are similar little alien props elsewhere in the scene.
This is what one type of alien looks like. The one I imagined seeing (right after my ‘session’) was as tall as me. The skin coloration is almost exactly as the tone of the one in the commercial. The skin texture seemed smooth. ‘His’ head would be as large as mine and more ovoid than the rounded version of the commercial.
‘His’ eyes were not situated towards the front or as small as depicted in the commercial. The eyes are much larger and filled, I say, approximately from the outside of my nose to past the hairline of where guys would normally start balding. The eyes were upturned towards the side of the head. Instead of the outside corner of the eyes terminating to an aggressive point, the edges were much more rounded off in appearance — like a large, inverted tear drop.
But of course, I was already down the hall when I turned to look and heard ‘him’ say: ‘Don’t let them get you’. The holographic image was but a blur from a distance of, say, eighteen (18) feet away as I stared in amazement for approximately five seconds before I turned away to go out the building. I sensed ‘his’ sense of humor.
Yes, the good Dr. D.B. Selwick was correct in the commercial when he stated that these aliens look just like you and me. I held off on this piece of information from a couple of years or so ago until I felt like ‘disclosing’ this personal experience of mine. As usual, I did not have my camera or video to ‘prove’ this instantaneous ‘sighting’ ever existed to the public.
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Snow haze gleams like sand.
To reach out into its own vanishing
Comes up with as a means to its own end.
II. List of Franklin Search Parties
And then I go on until I am beneath an archway,
That open before me? What I see
The pain of being born into matter.
Its consciousness of my white consciousness,
Winds blow sharp, what then?
Down the road, at Cypress Gardens, a woman
As if your human shape were what the storm
XIX. Jones Sound and Beaufort Sea
“Be off!” say Winter’s snows;
By the design of our own silent eyes
The road, but not far enough ahead
VIII. Russia: The Great Northern Expedition
Pallid waste where no radiant fathomers,
Dismal, endless plain—
One flash of eye, or blow one clarion-blast;
Photographs of aliens (of the extraterrestrial kind, the hollow earth or the deep ocean) and UFO’s may not always appear as some might expect. There have been many reports of these visitations by people from all walks of life. And despite our current video (and audio) technology, there has yet to be at least ONE CLEAR visual representation of these rare sightings. The shock by more disclosure of clearer images would be tremendous.
There are alleged blurs of objects shaped like cigars, whales, saucers, disc, ribbons, orbs and all sorts of other geometric shapes. There are alleged groups ranging from draconians, reptoids, greys, hybrids, and cryptids to other kinds that are created by people with impressionable minds. What one person claims to have witnessed is better validated when in larger groups. And with lots other proof from different angles, each person would hopefully collaborate peacefully with each other and figure out how to handle these anomalous situations.
For example, as my feeble brain would recall from about two years ago, I was watching ‘The Ninth Gate’ – a creepy 1999 movie by Roman Polanski about the main character (played by Johnny Depp), who goes on a bibliophilic adventure. In one scene after a murder of a high priestess by a guy with thick glasses, this unsmiling succubus Girl seemed to have winked at me with her left eye. Although her stare (or unblinking glare) was looking to the right of the screen as the book dealer left the scene to go after the crazed guy, I was surprised initially but not excited.
For whatever reason, this particular show aired again several times on cable over the past few years and this week as a matter of fact. I viewed the same scene where this winking incident occurred and could not find anything similar after that first and only time of weirdness when I was home alone. I remembered thinking about left eyes popping out of the skulls of these entities as viewed on television then and expected something to happen this time around but nothing manifested. I was disappointed later but contemplative about this small detail.
I have read an article online of how reptoids have a sense of humor. The left eye that winked at me had vertical, slit eyes of black color with flat, greenish color elsewhere. This viewing privilege may well be a small acknowledgement of the ability by these entities to transmit their thoughts electronically via televised programming. This happens to be another one of my subjective interpretation of what might have occurred in the past. To this day, I have only my memory and no other proof.
People seem to expect proof to be presented immediately. But unfortunately, like my unexplained experience, the proof could not be provided due to the spontaneity of the incidences. The winking left eye incidence lasted approximately at least two to three seconds, by the way. If everyone had their cameras and videos available at all times, then there would be no need to speculate as to what anyone person might have seen at that moment. Anyone with a lawyer could copyright their material and make lots of money this way too.
I’ve been told by one of my ‘fifth kind’ that our equipment would not be able to record these events clearly because these objects and groups do not vibrate within our third dimension. Basically, the main reason people are not able to capture these special moments on film or digitally is because our technology is, well, rather infantile. I’ve read many more online articles that indicate our knowledge is indeed quite infantile. In order to get anywhere up close and personal, we would need the appropriate gadgets, such as fiber optics, night vision and lasers, for example from higher dimensions. We would then be able to share these discoveries on the covers of well publicized periodicals or on the time slots of any sensationalistic media mongers.
I believe that noone in the general public would ever see a clear photograph or video presentation of aliens or UFO’s. And this lack of ‘sufficient evidence’ is partly due to the way we behave and react to usual circumstances. Our fright and flight responses to uncomfortable stimuli would prevent us from standing our grounds and actually attempting to greet any visitor (friendly or not) from out of town (or space, I meant). I believe that people behind the guns and those with the lack of control with their itchy, trigger fingers would actually harm the contactees caught in the firing line as well as the visitors. On a side note, there are other ways to silence those with useful data of exposure to truth.
Fear is what prevents lots of people from seeing the truth at the same time. Group thinking seems detrimental when noone substantiates what the other person alleges to have witnessed. Imagine a stampede of hysterical people elbowing each other for more room and space to run away, hide and take cover after the mass landing of space crafts of unknown origin. Noone wants the scariest opportunity to shit in their pants and go crazy afterwards. Noone would seem to care about each other’s expressed opinions either. My personal observation based on the dynamics of human behavior is better left on an individual basis for contact.
Somehow, when each person has been exposed to what appears to be comparatively strange in a lifetime, there is less likelihood for these infants to go around telling someone else who has not encountered similar experiences. This following illustration is like telling a blind person the latest fad on designer clothes, a deaf person the popular music on satellite radio, or a genius the meaning of life. The personal revelations by each individual may be a good litmus test of how prepared the planet as a whole may be when the truth about aliens and UFO’s is finally revealed en masse. Perhaps, those crop circles are but small visual samples to those who do not believe in different intelligence.
My photo showing an array of useless tools accumulated over the years.
This new book about another adventure with ‘Harry Potter’ (by J.K. Rowling) is all media hype and to me is about enticing people to delve into the fine art of witchcraft, which should not be considered bad with all due respect and no offense whatsoever to those who consider this as a valid form to their reality based religion.
I’ll be the one to admit I do not like reading books but will on rare occasion actually pick up one book (either hard but preferably soft cover) to find out how the story ends. My patience to find out any book’s ending wears thin easily. This means I read too fast and happen to finish an average of two hundred pages in one day!
I do not bother taking the time to fully understand every detail or contents of the reading material or appreciate the author’s creativity. The true creativity is really how the reader interprets what is being read and how patient enough the reader happens to be about the story and why there should be any reason to not try witchcraft.
I will also admit to trying witchcraft to some degree. My first thought was finding out how the magic world would benefit me and how far I could take resources available to further my every needs and desires. This first step was finding out the definition.
I went online and searched the dictionary and was not satisfied with the words describing what I could possible expect from trying out this in a practical sense and had to find other ways to expand this knowledge. I had to read more on this subject.
Books were bought and I read those, especially spells about love, hate and protection. Those didn’t work but one page from this particular book had lots of funny scribbles and cryptic words written, of course, in the alphabet of the English language.
So on one night in March 1998, I read a few of these strange words and directed my anger towards ‘unfriendly’ neighbor, who lives one quarter of a mile up north from our house on this stretch of my road. He would ride his motorcycle up and down in the middle of the night.
Since I could not take the loud noise through our formerly thin, aluminum windows and as I glared out through the aluminum blinds from my upstairs bedroom window, I had to pronounce these words without knowing what these meant. I believed I’ve said these several times during the noisy incidences.
Suddenly I heard a loud screech and an immediate shut down of his motorcycle. This was right before the main intersection of our street as he traveled one quarter of a mile from his house to ours in a south bound direction. The guy had trouble getting his motorcycle into an upright position.
I peered out the window blinds and stared in amazement at the intersection and couldn’t figure out what had happened. I assumed that my spell had work. I suppose I was really angry. I chuckled and went to bed as usual. But the fun was beginning for me.
I cannot recall but perhaps my paranormal experience boomeranged on me as my study indicated later on. As I tried to sleep and no sooner than I had my blanket covers on me, I felt a sharp striking sensation upon the outer section of the right corner of my bed! My fright and flight response was quick with the jolt of adrenaline.
I looked to my right and saw nothing there thin but air because I may recall having my bedroom light(s) turn on that night at that time. I thought to myself that perhaps the springs from my old bed were popping out from inside the mattress but I knew that I was neither that heavy a person nor jumped on my bed like a child having fun on a trampoline.
The invisible strike upon the outer section towards middle part of my bed occurred the second time again! That time I was truly afraid and jumped out my bed and ran downstairs to tell my bio-unit who quickly shooed me away as a person with a high imagination or who was dreaming. I was disappointed and alone again.
With no support from my bio-unit, I resorted to my Catholic prayer book. I quickly flipped through the pages to find a descent prayer or more to say and ran right back upstairs. Well, maybe after I felt comfortable enough to go back to my bedroom, I did go by myself.
There I was at the foot of my bed with all the light bulb(s) turned on to comfort me. I read my prayers out loud but not too loud to make my bio-unit think I was doing anything weird in my bedroom. But while my adrenaline was still coursing through my system, I felt ‘his’ heavy presence.
I kept trying to keep cool and calm but the anxiety was too tremendous that I was probably sweating, (or perspiring for us women), about being afraid of not knowing who or what was in my bedroom with me. The unseen entity was standing next to or about me. I was truly scared.
Later the following morning, I recalled having my first vivid lucid dreaming. I felt myself waking up with my eyes barely having the strength to flutter open. As I tried to open my eyes, I felt very small claw like sensations upon the inside of my right arm. Then I felt a jumping of two times – one my arm and then springing off onto my bed – and over my head like a kangaroo bouncing into nowhere.
I awoke not know what happened and once again saw nothing but thin air and nothing but my exposed arm. After these two freaky incidences, I went online to seek the aide of psychics and paid them for their services but got no real answers that could help allay my fears of the unknown. All I got was a ‘good thing it didn’t bite you’ as a response from one of my paid services.
So I continued to do more research and paid more psychic services until I find out how to stop feeling out of my mind, if you will. I had to take control and went as far as buying some tools of the trade: one athame, one cauldron (really meant for powdery incense), a tarot deck of the Edo period and candles and more books with words to read of prayers and spells.
My practice was incomplete due to the lack of a costume, a wand, a chalice, a bell, a bowl or an altar, which was a make shift table full of candles burning inside my room. I did not have the smokeless candles to burn and gave up doing anything with fire indoors due to lack of ventilation. The small fan simply was not strong enough to blow the smoke out my bedroom window. I couldn’t breathe either.
I bought some silver jewelry with the pentagram symbol — a few rings, earrings and necklaces. I still have those too and prefer wearing my large ring on my left ring finger to date and every other day.
Other related amenities were an Ouija board, chimes (an ‘OM’ and other noise makers), crystals (the shiny balls hanging from the read mirror of my car), a couple of pendulums for dousing and a singing bowl (which I figured out was that UFO-shaped object above my head when someone was scanning me and my environment through an online chat).
This experimentation went on for about a couple of years until I gave up trying to be a solitary witch. I simply knew this was too confusing to me because I could not understand how to properly protect myself or focus my intent. I did draw my circle of protection and prayed to the four corners with my athame. I felt nothing, really, after performing these types of rituals.
Reading stories and watching movies of these arts into ‘dark energies’ seem to encourage younger people to explore the world of magic. I noticed that the visual presentations of the movies are quite dark, morose, and the lack of natural sunlight. The bad guys seem to be (as I mentioned in my previous blogs), you guess correctly, brunette to jet black colored hair (like mine). The faces of the actors are quite ugly too.
Despite the attempt to portray people being heroes to anything not normally done in the past by bio-unit members (who are not born or raised into believing pagan), noone should practice anything unfamiliar until understanding the ethics behind doing only good as with this simple Wiccan Rede: ‘An it harm none do what ye will’.
This pure intention is more powerful than resorting to the unknown as this book seems to suggest and similar material circulating out there for the neophytes, who wishes to practice on their own or with others.
