I’ve switched WordPress.com themes and tweaked my weblog with the paid CSS upgrade. The “front/home page” now displays the “Howdy” page, which features the introduction, a Youtube.com video, my quote to support the video, my sites, the various date/time stamp, and the three-paged “Notice”.
If you want to read my blog (set to display at most 15 posts), you’d have to type thebloggingpath.wordpress.com/blog. It’s similar to the set-up for newbies with websites registered via Yahoo! Small Business.
Besides the unusual beautiful day prior to Thanksgiving Day, there are the usual homeless folks standing on the corners of the street, holding up their signs and waiting for a hand-out. I see these as “tests” of the “horizontal spirit” as per a New Age book which I normally read while pooping on the toilet.
I saw they are young. I saw they are possibly illegal “aliens”, drug users and/or alcoholic winos. Whatever the case, no one from the vehicles closest to them bothered to roll down their windows and offer a few bucks for feed their souls or stomachs. I was about to get out my wallet and saw a few bills but nothing lower than a couple of loose five dollar bills.
I know I could have handed those precious bills to anyone. I know I didn’t because I justified my action already that fine morning. I know I can be a wealthy prick if I wanted to. If Maw and Paw were with me, they would have not handed out anything. It’s just getting ridiculous. How much lower can TPTB go before testing the will of the Lord? Huh?
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I know Manong Ben has done the same – holding up a homeless sign on one of the street corners for laughs. His basketball buddies caught him one time and got their laughs too. He claims to have lots of money in the Philippines. But they are pricks when it comes to medical intervention, if you know what I mean.
Many other times, I’d see these reptoids holding cellphones, which means they are not poor at all. One was actually working two locations. We even saw one get into his car after awhile of standing in a corner of our neighborhood. So my conclusion is this: Being homeless is like being a prick.
After the three of us got out of SeaFood City, there was a Filipino guy asking for a handout. He spoke Filipino to Maw, who handed him a one dollar bill. Roughly translated in English is the conversation below:
“Ma’am! I have no money. My family abandoned me. They are having their Thanksgiving without me”
“Why?”
“I did something wrong.”
“Okay. You better not do anything bad and ask forgiveness”.
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I noticed how shady gray his fingers are: I assume he uses drugs. To Pete, the guy looks almost exactly like you – only he is slight shorter than me!!!
When Paw and Maw were about to enter the car with their backs turned to the guy, I saw from my driver’s seat and through the car’s windshield how the guy started having an episode.
He was facing to the left during the interception of Maw, turned around and made a quick punching motion with his right hand downward. He then turned around while holding his right cranium with his right hand.
His episode quickly turned off light the day of light. His angry face quickly changed to a smiling face. He looked at Maw’s direction as she was trying to sit down and he waved at her with his left hand as if nothing happened.
Now folks. Once again, a nutball is a nutball. Don’t try to mix in past life reincarnation, alien implants, PTSD, etc. It’s a bio-chemical anomaly in which the traumatized bio-unit could not handle. As a result, they have all but been lost forever in their alternate realities.
Just treat these nutballs with kindness but watch out! They can bite like animals if easily frightened or if something goes off in their small minds.
Tinnitus has been with me all my life. Yesterday, I’ve read an ongoing thread via the WM RSS feed about removing “alien implants” in the ear(s). Since I didn’t want olive oil leak into my brain via some “microscopic holes” in my ear drums, I opted to zap the alleged suckers. I placed DC’s zapper behind the ear and placed Shrimpsei’s broken-off brass, nano-lemurian pendant on my left ear hole. This was around 10 minutes prior to 11:00am.
After a few minutes of uncomfortable sleep due to the heater turned up that night, I heard a howling sound lasting approximately 20 to 30 seconds. The pitch of the noise was one single tone and loud! But because the sensation of pain has been mysteriously taken away, I was not bothered in the least.
For example, prior to the lunch of turkey and pals, a light-colored wooden table fell on top of my right foot. It didn’t hurt. In another incident, my right thigh caught the edge of the opened cabinet below, halting me in my tracks while I held a container for boiling the turkey bones. It didn’t hurt.
Even the boy felt the pain go away in a few minutes after he dropped a computer on his right, big toe, which has taken a blue color right at the base where the nail grows.
So whatever is happening, we are able to tolerate injury and move on with our lives. For those injured by TPTB, it’s all in the mind. Pray for intervention and send happy thoughts of smiling faces to your fears and pains. I don’t know any other way of explaining our recent strength in overcoming what is supposed to “natural” responses to external stimuli of pain.
At around 6:57pm tonight, I pointed out to Maw (and Paw) if they can locate the angel in an old (black and white) photograph of a well-dressed family.
She, of course, didn’t have her eyeglasses. In a few seconds she said: “It’s only a hat.” But I said: “Ah! But that hat symbolizes the halo of an angel.”
Her Maw gave it to her so that she could wear it during the snapshot. It was white in color and encircled her head, much like an angel wearing a halo.
When Maw was born, there was an old man who came by the house and informed my maternal grandmother that among her children, this one will be successful. Maw said that there were lots of new items around the time of her birth, too. My maternal grandmother held onto the words of the old man and worked hard to make sure that Maw will have fulfilled her destiny.
Fast forward over forty years later, and now y’all know our purpose. Take heed.
