Tag: UFO

  • 20070713-We`re Here!

    After briefly watching the CNN Larry King Live: `UFO`s Are They Out There?` on Thursday, 13-July-2007, I am once again amused at how much waste has been spent on the lack of clear photos or videos of any alleged unidentified objects flying around over our air heads.

    There is no cover up to disclose because most of us exist here and now among the earthlings. We look, sound and act like earthlings. I`ve read online articles about human genes mixed in with the rest of these `visitors` and for over thousands of years. (Note: I refer myself in the third person because this feels comfortable to me or us rather).

    With my limited usage of the `Engrish` language, I will try to best explain my personal experiences. In my previous blogs, I did mention that there are people who appear to be normal in every respect. At first glance, each person seems to be another working member of society. From family, friends and relatives, none is quite the same.

    The difference happens to be the knowledge base. There are those who excel in areas that would take an average caveman many eons to learn without some `intervention`. From the horse carriage and the animal dumping its manure randomly on the mostly unpaved streets to the spew planes and the pilot releasing its chemicals haphazardly upon the mostly human population, there seems to be an acceleration of some sort here.

    Others are old souls who already know too much for anyone`s own good. They seem to come up with all sorts of good reasons for simple solutions. They are not necessarily geniuses as my previous paragraph but they possess remarkable insights to both functional and technical aspects of living life to the fullest. For example, one could easily create a make shift toothpick with a rolled up piece of plastic. How cool is that?

    The ones who happen to have experienced the other side seem way too open-minded (with pun intended). They have learned to connect much too easily with others like themselves and are all too ready and willing to get a good laugh by torturing others unlike themselves into believing that they are being harmed in anyway. For those who believe in unity and interconnectedness, it`s almost like kicking oneself in the rear end without good reason except to teach, like parents to their children, their ways of dealing with life`s various issues.

    This particular blog should be easily digested by those who are ready for any heart stopping surprises or for those who already know how to scare themselves silly by watching horror flicks with all the unnecessary violence, gore and stupid props like blood oozing from the orifices of another living entity.

    My views are purely subjective and once again your interpretations are as good as mine. My readers could choose to either believe those `specialists` or astronauts appearing on the network meant to program the malleable minds of people and discussing the unresolved topics about these `unidentified fleeting objects` or have faith in their observations to their own Truths. My truth happens to be a hybrid of both worlds. (Get it? Gosh! You people are slow!)

    Either point of view for these beings visiting from out there versus originating from in here is as valid as having both the right and left hands thumb wrestle each other for the space bar of my keyboard while blogging this particular entry. There is no right way or the wrong way to this `special` discussion by that old fart. Nor is there a correct way to blog.

    There is only the natural way of dealing with any foreign material that does not follow the Divine Plan. And that`s by expelling those foreigners by the following illustrations: sneezing (as a volcano) or coughing (as an earthquake). The result is a cleansing effect. Of course, the mess always has to be cleaned up but none seems to care.

    Oh but wait! There are people who do care for the planet! These same goons believe in global warming because these `scientists` said this fact is true (for them).  If I am not smart enough, I would believe in these `gory` details, get on the bandwagon and do my best to stop these NATURAL earth changes.

    By the way, the climate for the Bay Area has been rather cooler and pleasant; not hotter and uncomfortable! My system especially prefers these mild weather patterns, if you must know. I`ve told my `chatter` this data. He said he won`t forget. And the daytime naps with my bedroom wide open to the cool breezes have been wonderful ever since the `TBTB` have done me a favor and allowed my system the needed rest to get away from those annoying pods at work.,

    I`m here and they are here with me as well. The way we each treat each other is indeed a golden rule to follow. For any one person may never know who the next `alien` entity may cross his or her path. Unbeknown to some people, I have already met some of these fine examples of `friends who come in peace` in person and online.

    Then again, my high imagination and I would like to believe that everyone is `A Stranger in a Strange Land`, a fictional novel in 1961 by Robert A. Heinlein. This was my very first non-academic reading material right after high school. How`s that for a `thought`? I still have that copy too. I bid you all Grok!` (or `Thou Art God`!)

    Author`s note: Maw bought this book; while the other two were about women in a romance novel and a myth.

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  • Spam-Fri, 9 Feb 2007 18:18:55 +0200

    Frank Taylor <frank_14@walla.com> wrote:

    Date: Fri, 9 Feb 2007 18:18:55 +0200
    From: Frank Taylor <frank_14@walla.com>
    Subject: KIND ATTENTION

    Bujumbura Refugees Camp
    Room 32 Liberia Camp 3 Accra Ghana
    West Africa   Kind Attention,   Greetings , my name is Frank Taylor .I am making this contact to you in good faith and hope that it will transpire into mutual relationship for now and in future to come .I am the eldest son of late Sir Beuford Taylor a formal gold merchant and also a know politician in my country Liberia.   After the fall of the government, my father with other top government officials was alleged financial losses and detained by the Interim government of the present administration, on 23rd 2003 November, unfortunately he died in the detention custody since then the government has been accusing my family with strange accusation. At first I thought it was a political vendetta from my father’s political opponents but I was wrong, then they froze all our bank accounts known to them, hoping that we will starve to death. Why can’t we all live in peace? Since i can’t do anything in my position here for now, this is where i employ you to come in for the remaining deposited fund un-disclosed. Presently am not in Liberia, am in refugee camp in Ghana where am hiding for the sake of peace, but bear in mind this fund to be transfer is not deposited in my country Liberia.   It may interest you to know that i got your impressive information through my search for help and i decided to contact you for your assistance in partnership regards to transfer of my family deposited fund/valuable in a global security company in two sealed boxes. (1) 450 kilos gold bar (2) Family Valuable box ,silver grey which contains sum of US $45,000,000.00 (Forty five million dollars ) .I need this deposited fund to be transferred outside my territory for investment in your country . i cannot touch this money in the security company in Accra Ghana for you know am under a very tight situation .So after discussing with my surviving sister Tracy, we plan to send it to your country through a popular diplomatic courier service . So this is why I need you a foreign partner.   Furthermore, am ready to release the documents to you and the authority to perfect you on this deal as the bonifide family foreign Investor to claim the deposited fund ,because there is no how i can present myself now . This funds will be transferred for investment purpose. in a very lucrative business ventures. I have map out 20% of the total deposit after the fund is finally transfer for investment for you as gratification, i assure you that this deal is 100% risk free. i expect your urgent response stating all your necessary details in this deal as soon as you receive this massage and also include your personal phone number for our effective communications. Please reply to my alternative email  http://us.f343.mail.yahoo.com/ym/Compose?To=franklyn3jjj@yahoo.com  for my security reasons.   Greetings and thanking you for your utmost secrecy. Faithfully yours,
    Frank Taylor. http://us.f343.mail.yahoo.com/ym/Compose?To=franklyn3jjj@yahoo.com

  • 20060618-Enlightened Kitty

    ‘If something happens, be assured it was planned this way…’ (FDR)

    As part of my ongoing quest to seek the Truth, I managed to totally, like, confuse myself further with other quotes and philosophical ideas. The answers outside me are endless and pointless. And I have personally concluded that I will no longer question anything that does not make sense to me but believe and have faith that all is good and loving.

    This does not mean I will stop fighting for a cause or give up my current religious belief system. This does not mean I will revert to an uncivilized, unshaven monkey and start hurting the sleeping people who refuse to wake up to their personal chains of enslavement. I could only spoon feed some useful data to those who are willing to learn beyond the confines of their darkened caves.

    Tonight, I’ve quickly read various articles online, somewhat absorbed the data into my big brain and entered to this blog: of non-violence as the shield of God; of human experience as the best teacher; of destroying that which brings Truth; and of bringing down the barrier of insanity. The insane part is trying to find the answers.

    I can tell you right now the conspiracy theories are many and perhaps contain some data of truthfulness. I have been watching recent programs on televised cable networks on UFO’s, aliens, Masons and some weird codes. In the beginning, I watched those to my enjoyment. Later, I did my research, which led me to believe that I may have been playing a tiny part of this whole bull ‘spit’ all this time.

    Who knows? I only give my inner guidance credit for allowing me to explore the dating scene as an apprentice in love, for example. I’ve met strangers while waiting in line of a police station; attending a martial arts class for GE college credits; answered a newspaper ad once and found out he attended my high school and fell out of two relationships with co-workers from ten and three years ago.

    Back in 1998, I’ve posted some personal ads, started chatting online and meeting strangers this way. This form of communication is quick and decisive. There is less chance of misunderstanding when reading one’s thoughts this way. Plus, it is less lonely and boring. I’ve gone out with three so far and may have the courage to meet a fourth chatter in person.

    The first guy from eight years ago was a young lad, a genius and a son of a local police. I felt something was amiss and assumed that he was part of this whole dating scheme. I’ve never heard from him since that time. I didn’t understand why he simply disappeared.

    The second guy from six years ago got me involved with a bunch of people that may have pierced the third veil. Destiny has heard my thoughts to help those in need. And these people got my help via the sacrifice of my hard work. I gave everything I had knowing that nothing could be given away without a price, which is similar to a parable of the pearl.

    The third guy from five years ago had Asiatic eyes. He and another with similar eyes from twenty years ago were quite helpful, soft spoken and highly intelligent. I would consider my encounters with both of them as the fifth kind. I thank them for their presence.

    Now what is this Truth seeker trying to convey? This is difficult to explain because words cannot describe my personal experiences. Basically, the greatest price is losing one’s life to attain God as Truth. For example, one of my closest associates happens to be a ‘Moron’ and he almost lost his life in an auto accident.

    I personally do not believe this is a case of a mere accident. Because when some people get too close to the truth, they would end up losing their lives. If not their lives, some would get beaten up severely and thrown into jail to silence the truths.

    My point is the removal of these same hard working people would not stop God from teaching us hard lessons. Once again, I believe the real targets are not only the truth-seekers but the very people who try to pull us out of our existence as slaves to the unknown.

    My hardest lesson has yet to unfold as I try to explain to my readers that no life could exist without the divine blessing in the first place. I believe my purpose as a student in this lifetime is to share what I’ve come know and help whenever possible.

    I will have come full circle from working hard to sacrificing all to returning the fruits of my labor to those people who helped me realize my path. I still have no idea how I managed to survive to tell my stories.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060615-Cleaning Stuffed

    Today was another ordinary day of working hard in front of the computer and cleaning out the closets upstairs. I cross-trained the temporary brat and three of us went to the downstairs cafeteria to buy lunch. I forgot my cash inside my black bag and ended up charging my credit card for a protein drink made out of soy milk and fruits and a dark chocolate made out of organic ingredients.

    I was after the liqueur effects from this chocolate bar, which I ate all by myself later on after drinking my protein drink. I really should be more sharing because the brat reached out in a joking manner to grab a piece of my US3.50 treat. Then ‘Darkman Laundry’, one of the collectors, came by to inquire on one of his customers and I jokingly told him that my underling was being rude.

    My lunch was limited to these two foods because I did not want to suffer another painful bout of flare ups when comes the time for my bowel movements. I saw some prepared salads inside clear plastic bowls shaped like a UFO but decided not to get this for lunch because of the possible effects from ‘roughage’. The protein drink was smooth and sweet and I could live on liquid diet for the rest of my life.

    My work continued to be painful as I sat down and got up very frequently. I found myself typing on the keyboard and navigating with the mouse in an awkward position. Around three o’clock in the afternoon, I felt hardly felt any pain in the ring of fire below. This was after stretching my back by reclining on my work chair as far back as approximately forty-five degrees. The brat showed me the lever to the left of the chair that allows one to recline backwards.

    After another fine day of catching up with my work, there was the business of cleaning out the stuffed animals from this large hefty sized plastic bag and one large plastic container. I brought out some stuffed animals and displayed on both the armoire and the dresser located in the guest room. I thought about the dust building up eventually on the stuffed animal toys and decided to return them to storage.

    The old toys from our childhood went back inside the same large, clear plastic container. The other stuffed toys were bagged up for Brat to be picked up later near the area where he normally picks up his mail. These were either recently purchased by him during shopping sprees with Twit to show his feigned interest in these mindless Sanrio Surprises or past gifts given to him by other enamored females.

    The cleaning out of stuffed animal toys from my bedroom closet was completed around midnight. I tidied up some more items and laid upstairs in the guest bedroom to meditate by staring above into the white acoustic bumps of the ceiling to form pictures from my mind. I didn’t see anything but heard my complimentary noise to my right side near the window.

    I continued to stare at the ceiling when a temporary brightness from my dilating pupils signaled me to head off to bed around 01:08PM. After about an hour, I mysteriously heard the vacuum cleaner making noise downstairs. But I drifted off to sleep because there is more work of cleaning out stuff.

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