While archiving yesterday’s scanned copies, I realized that the “bad guys” that I’ve met online and chatted with via Yahoo! Messengers are none other than TPTB and pals
Sometime a few days ago, the first clue was on my hand written note approximately August 21, 2000. The NZ Aircraft was a number 733. The “Total Flight Time” was 1 hour 11 minutes from LAX.
At 1:04pm today, I saw my second clue. It was an email dated 9/8/98 at 12:12AM. The guy wrote: “At Your Service… Bill”.
My archives were screaming these double and triple digit numbers for the past decade and it was only this year that I’m taking a hint, seriously.
Wow! I’m so friggin’ slow!
It’s good to be home again. Drove the three of us to this morning’s mass, ate breakfast of toasted bread; steam veggie tempura, which is best warmed by steam and not by microwave; and freshly brewed Starbucks Tribute Blend™ coffee, and finished using the electric blower for the backyard, side alleys and front yard at 12:45am, upon which I saw one black crow alighted upon the eucalyptus branch to my right. The OtterBox is buzzing away and I assume my spirit guide came to say: “Hello”. But he was hiding and couldn’t see me bowed my head through the blinds of the upstairs window to my computer room.
It may be up to us to effect the changes we want and need. But it is also “God’s will” to allow these heartless entities more time to learn how to regain their souls, if any. That’s why people continue to pay into the system with their own lives, if necessary.
Paw wants the three of us to attend morning mass early in order to get parking! I’m glad to be chauffeur once again to the elderly. It’s much safer on the roads especially when people don’t have jobs or health insurance. We don’t want a bloody mess of people everywhere, like what happened today. The radio hosts reported that someone ran over a rebar, which flew through the air and impaled someone who was driving a car. She bled to death while the emergency crew extracted the karmic debt from her body.
It’s especially safer to drive when chauffeurs drive the elderly, who are not fast enough and VERY slow in driving, calculating the distance between the car and the front and reacting to dangerous obstacles on the road. That’s why I didn’t care if I had to be unemployed again.
Yippie! Today is not the last day of Lenten Season! I checked the back cover on the inside of my favorite “daily companion” for April 2011. And the calendar was painted in purple for a designated time frame of 16 more days!
I was stressed through tonight when my big brain showed Maw what I had discovered. Now I can relax and get some much needed sleep. Instead of archiving, I’ve scanned around 200 pages of Yahoo! Messenger text and other records on the profile of these agents. I actually paid to “investigate” online and found one spook had three apartments, He was the same womanizer that hit on both little Theresa, me and maybe Michelle A.
I’ll stuff the big Hetfy bag with shredded material after archiving tomorrow. Then the remainder will be those colored advertisers. After the papers, I’ll proceed to the closets. Ah! There’s still lots of mess to clean out! I hate it!